A fantastic cause!

Yesterday i joined 8000 other women in the Portsmouth Race For Life. Yey me!

Today I'm feeling it. my sides and legs hurt like dillio!

Anyway, that's not the point. the point is that 8000 women ran 5km around the common yesterday morning, another 8000 ran the same length in the afternoon, and even though the reason behind it is a heartbreaking one, the atmosphere was absolutely breathtaking.

My reasons behind running is the fact that my Grandad has been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and has been given weeks to live. He's come to terms with that and so have we. but I don't want people to have to come to terms with it in the future! That's why I'm running, so my children's children can have a life where they won't have to deal with that disease which we shall not name!

Reading the signs that some of the women pinned to their backs was tear jerking. Girls as young as 10 wearing signs saying 'In memory of my mummy!' seeing these signs made me realise how lucky I am to have had this long without losing someone to the disease we shall not name. It was an eye opener to say the very very least.

Two girls from my theatre company braved to race with me, for which i thank them immensely! as did my Auntie, my Nan and my very very lovely Steffi. She's been through so much already and to hold her hand as we ran over the finish line felt incredible. Bless her, she was the same shade of pink as the sign on her back. The two of us stayed side by side throughout and managed to pass the line in 35 minutes. It was that moment that sealed the deal. It wasn't the £100 pound i raised that made it worth while, it wasn't the fact i got to wear pink leg warmers and a pink tie, it was the fact that I did it with my best friend at my side. seeing the smile on her face when she hugged me, saying 'Bloody hell, we did it!'

I'm so proud of everyone who did the run yesterday. lets hope that in the years to come, we won't have to do things like this to battle the disease that shall not be named!

So Close Yet So Very Very Far

And so Pompey have won the FA cup!

The entire city was a shade of blue all weekend as the team headed to Wembley to beat Cardiff 1-0.

Everyone packed into bars, clubs and houses, the common had a big screen showing the game to a packed castle feild and almost everyone in the city was tipsy by 4 oclock in the afternoon.

and where was i?

Working!

That's right, I was at work, just round the corner from the many bars that played the game. and I have to say that by the end of the day i was thoroughly hacked off. not because i was working, but because i wasn't part of something so big that it swept the whole city into ADHD!

For the first time in 70 years Portsmouth lifted the cup. McBride was on a balcony overlooking Southsea watching as hyper football fans filled the streets, My dad was ah a huge BBQ lapping up the pride, Even Steffi was watching the game. everyone i knew was having the time of their lives being full of pride and respect for the city in which they lived.

And I was working.

Still, onto better things, The July Production rehearsals have begun, and from what I've seen, they're going to be bloody great plays.

Producing is fun!

Lyric Problems

Right, You're A Clever Bunch Of People.

What does This Mean?

~*Tranquilize by the killers, featuring Lou Reed*~

Time it tells living in my home town,

Wedding bells they begin easy

Live it down, baby don't talk that much,

Baby knows, but baby don't tease me.

In the park we could go walking,

Drown in the dark or we could go sailing

On the sea

Always here, always on time

Close call, was it love or was it just easy

Money talks when people need shoes and socks,

Steady boys, I'm thinking she needs me

I was just sipping on something sweet

I don't need political process

I got this feeling that they're gonna break down the door

I got this feeling they they're gonna come back for more

See I was thinking that I lost my mind

But it's been getting to me all this time

And it don't stop dragging me down

Silently reflection turns my world to stone

Patiently correction leaves us all alone

And sometimes I'm a travel man

But tonight this engine's failing

I still hear the children playing

Kick the can, kick the can, skip and blackjack

Steal a car and ring a round-rosey,

Rock and roll, candyland, boogeyman,

Run away and give me your sneakers

Acid rain, when Abel looked up at Cain

We began the weeping and wailing

A hurried high from pestilence, pills and pride,

It's a shame, we could of gone sailing

But heaven knows,Heaven knows everything

Tranquilize

I got this feeling that they're gonna break down the door

I got this feeling they they're gonna come back for more

See I was thinking that I lost my mind

But it's been getting to me all this time

And it don't stop dragging me down

Silently reflection turns my world to stone

Patiently correction leaves us all alone

And sometimes I'm travel man

But tonight this engine's failing

I still hear the children playing

Dead beat dancers come to us and stay

Cause i don't care where you've been

And I don't care what you've seen

We're the ones who still believe

And we're looking for a page

In that lifeless book of hope

Where a dream might help you cope

With the Bushes and the bombs

Are Tranquilized

Answers On A Post Card Please

x

Happiness!

~*He's coming home today.*~

That's all I want to say.

~*I'm so exited i could pop!*~

Cheerios

In a bid to be an Eco-warrior (If i was an Eco-warrior i would definitely have braids in my hair and wear my pants on the outside) I have brought a big shopper bag. I'm being constantly told about how plastic bags are ruining the world (just STOP making carrier bags and people won't use them, simple as) so i popped to my local shops and purchased a very pretty BIG bag.

then I had to go to somerfield to buy some grubgrub. This is where the point of this story actually begins.

Everything fitted rather splendidly into the bag, apart from a box of cheerios. now the point of the exercise was to not use shopping bags, so i just carried the box. new (and by now rather heavy) bag slung over my shoulder and a box of cheerios in he right arm. I think this looks perfectly normal. others seem to think it's odd. By the looks i was getting, you'd think i was leaving a trail of the god damn things whilst singing the final countdown at the top of my voice!

so what, never seen a 20 year old walk down the street eating cheerios straight out of the box before? (oh yeah, i forgot to state the eating part...oh well)

In other so called news, McBride has left for Scotland. At this very moment he is in a room full of people beating himself up in the name of drama! He's all exited because he has a cast for his Play in July. It's all go in McBride land!

Also, This needs to be said just in case i lash out at anyone. I haven't had any chocolate since Friday lunchtime. I decided to see if i could go the week McBride's not here without hugs, kisses or chocolate. So far, it's going well, only one major craving that was forgotten when family guy came on the TV. But I'm slightly worried that my hormone levels will drop and I'll be a limp and lifeless blob. With no endorphins in me, i may just start walking into stuff.

Of Course, Any Bumps and bruised will be reported.

And I wore criss cross tights out on Tuesday and sat in the sun for about an hour. now i have a very embarrassing criss cross tan on my legs! Woop de bloody doo!

Snow In April

I Love Snow! I Love the way it makes my fingers so cold that someone has to kiss them to warm them up. I Love the fact I've made my first EVER snowman I Love the way everything is clean and fresh, It's like the world is all brand new with a sheet over it protecting it. I Love the childish smiles on fully grown adults faces as they clutch each others hands tight and tip toe across roads. I Love the fact my nose is the same colour as my lips, a reddish blue.

I Love trying to catch a single snowflake on the back of my hand and watching it as it melts.

I Love the extra weight on my eyelashes that makes me blink faster and more often.

I Love Snow

Dumb

I've just spent a tenner in GAP and in return got a pair of jeans, a dress and two tops! not bad wouldn't you agree? makes the situation im in a little easier to deal with.

The situation bein i have very little voice left in me. (i can hear Steffi rejoicing in the kitchen as we speak.) Over the past couple of days i have felt as my poor little vocal chords has curled up in a little ball and gone "nope, we're not playing anymore, night night."

Obviously, through working in a busy shop, This becomes quite a struggle. People can't hear me basically and holding up a piece of paper over my head with big letters saying NEXT PLEASE! is just rude.

SO what to do, what to do?

*I could phone in sick i suppose, but that leaves the shop in a predicament. Lack of staff and wotnot.

*I could deal with it and try and talk normally. This is a bad plan, vocal chords giving up is a sign that less talking should take place.

*I could learn sign language and communicate that way. Then again most people in portsmouth can only just speak English,

so I'm desperately searching the web for someone to be my voice. It could be like dubbing, I'll stand there mouthing the workds and someone (preferably smaller than me) can stand behind and speak for me. It's fool proof!

Ok maybe not.

I miss the nasal tones my voice creates. (Steffi stop laughing at me!)