When I was younger I believed in fairytales. That a nice, kind man would come and find me. We would fall in love. Get married. Have children, and live happily ever after. Then the cold, harsh realities of life grabbed me by the throat, and have been choking me ever since. I had become rather jaded by the dating game. Desperately seeking the nice guys, and always ending up with the sometimes more exciting, but unfortunately more heart breaking bad boys. So what's a girl to do? Well unfortunately...

So it has been an eventful few days. My sister has gone on holiday, her first holiday without Maddy, and I have been left 'holding the baby'. A task I did find rather daunting if I'm honest. Anyone can give birth to a baby, it is a whole different thing to actually take care of that baby, and I wanted to do a good job. So how is it going? Well we have had our own fair share of tears and tantrums, but they come packaged with any three year old, so it isn't something that has been a huge problem....

Well I think I have solved my writing problem. My whole lack of wanting to actually do anything online in fact. It wasn't that I didn't have ideas, or things to say. It was that I was uncomfortable typing. After some Nancy Drewing on my part, I concluded that it was my chair. That's right folks, I was just uncomfortable in my chair. So, we have bought a new chair, and here I am back blogging. Obviously this could of just been a mental block, that I have now convinced myself is over, due to a ch...

So JU, I am calling on your knowledge to help me. Please! My Pop is 80 next month. My sisters and I would really like to get him a special gift to show him how loved and appreciated he is. Something that he will enjoy, and most importantly use. I have lost count of the crap gifts we have bought him over the years, that at the time we thought he would appreciate, only to find it stuffed in a cupboard somewhere several months later. This time I want to get him something that means something. That ...

There are times when writing is such a chore for me. I don’t know why. It just seems to be so much effort. Maybe that is incorrect. The idea of writing is such a chore to me. Then somehow the words fall on to the page and they all make sense. Well at least to me they do. God help anyone else trying to make sense of my ramblings. I suppose I should start this blog off by wishing the kindly folk of JU a very Happy New Year. Slightly belated but the thought is there anyway. Hopefully this will be...

I remember when I was at school all the cool kids smoked. It was like you wasn’t cool if you didn’t smoke. God knows why, smelling bad must have been ‘in’ when I was younger. Unfortunately I was never one of the cool kids, and to be honest I never really wanted to smoke to get in with them. I was quite happy as I was. They all used to huddle together in a far corner of the school yard, way out of the way of any teachers and have a cheeky smoke. As I went to an all girls school, it was also a maj...

I was on the Tram this morning travelling to work. Now before I carry on with this I do realise that public transport seems to be a running theme throughout 90% of my blogs at the moment, but that is because unfortunately public transport is a huge part of my life at the moment, a part that drives me extremely insane, but at the same time allows you to observe and think about things. It almost makes it all worthwhile (Ha!). So anyway I was taking my life into my own hands by travelling on the Tr...

There have been many times over the past few weeks that I have sat down and wanted to write. Now the ‘want’ to write doesn’t always mean that you are actually going to be able to write, and that has been the case for me. I’ve started things, and half way through I’ve just lost it, for reasons that are far beyond me. Now it isn’t that what I was writing was bad, it’s just I wasn’t feeling it. Now I know that may sound stupid to some people, but for me writing is an experience you have to feel com...

As some of you may or may not know, I live in sunny Manchester, the capital of the North. Kind of. Well we like to think so. There is somewhat of a North/South divide here in England. We all have stereotypes of the other, and we find it difficult to shake them off. Us Northerners generally think that the South is snotty, and full of ponces. Where as the South generally think that us Northerners are common and have no class. Now this isn't true, but it is the general idea on both parts. So you c...

So it turns out that JU has been one of the casualties of my hectic life. It seems that at the moment, time, just simply isn't on my side. The moment that I have some spare time, I am getting pulled in so many different directions, it is impossible for me to keep everybody happy, and find time to do things for myself. So as I have attempted to keep everyone happy, I have succeeded in keeping no one happy, and that includes myself. I know that I have full control of what I do with my time, but b...

Are men and women capable of friendship? A friendship that is purely based on a mutual respect and likeness. Nothing at all is sexually orientated, and it is completely innocent. It isn't because they are interested in exchanging bodily fluids with each other. They don't want to have kids, and make a life together. They are just simply friends, and that is it. Why does that appear to be such a problem for people to believe. I have a friend who is male, and he firmly believes that men and women ...

I watched a television show last night about a fat man. I would tell you the name of the show, but it was slightly rude, so probably best I don't. This programme was about life through is eyes, and through the lives of other overweight people that were involved with this programme. If I am honest I found it all quite shocking, about, how mentally they are so completely caught up with their weight, and it effects almost every aspect of life. People are getting fatter, generally, and still it wou...

I am a bad loser. There is just no denying it. I am extremely competitive, and when I lose at something my behaviour is similar to that of a two year old child in the process of a full on temper tantrum. Which includes rolling on the front, kicking my feet, and banging my fists against the floor in floods of tears. Well maybe that is a slight exaggeration, but I am an unbelivably bad loser. I like to be good at things, and I like to win, and I can't accept anything less. Which in some ways is a...

The internet is introducing us to new phenomenons everyday. We are a generation embracing the joys of music downloads, blogs and all kinds of other new technologies. We are enjoying what this technology has to offer us, and taking advantage of it as much as possible. YouTube was launched in Dec 2005, and is basically video filesharing software. Just as MySpace and podcasting were huge (and still are) in 2005, consumer video websites are set to be the hit for 2006. YouTube plans to bust the paid...

I love writing. When I say writing, I mean actually writing. Seeing my scruffy handwriting working its way down the page. Actually physically doing it, and feeling it. I can't explain it. These days I type everything, and it somehow takes the romance away from it. The only thing I actually write is my diary. I could start doing it on my PC, but I really don't want to. I love curling up somewhere....anywhere, and writing. I don't think that I will ever beat that feeling. Many years ago I had...