Flashback Friday

img_3970The count down has begun, Christmas is upon us and another week is nearly over.
Everyone is in party mode and the streets are alight with twinkling lights. It’s all very magical and I have one very excited little girl. Every morning she bumps on her bottom down the stairs and eagerly awaits her advent calendar. She’s a girl after her mum’s heart and loves chocolate as much as me.šŸ˜
She’s very good though she hasn’t yet stolen the chocolate from the bottom of the calendar as I did many moons ago, lol. What’s she’s most excited about though is having time off school. Bless her cotton socks.

One thing for certain is, Christmas is very different now and even though I find it to be a hard time of the year, it’s somehow easier with her Christmas joy.
So Friday is once again with us and this flashback Friday I would love to share an entry I made into Marly-Kate’s journal back in December 2011.
It’s her name meaning and in ways it’s right on the ball, one things for sure, she has a very strong personality, an extremely caring one, very polite and grateful. I really am the proudest I can be of her. Considering the battles she has already had to face in life, she’s one of the strongest, caring, loving, determined, beautiful people I know.
I feel extremely proud that I alone have brought her up and how wonderful she is. I really couldn’t ask for more. Trust me she has her moments especially school mornings when they have to peel her off me, but all in all, she really is top-notch.
So without further ado I give you Flashback Friday with a twist.

Marly –
You Are Powerful and Determined.
You are confident, self-assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.
You master any and all skills easily. You don’t have to work hard for what you want.
You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you’ll knock down anyone who gets in your way!

You are usually the best at everything … you strive for perfection.
You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.
You have the classic “Type A” personality.

You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You’re always up to something.
You have a ton of energy, and most people can’t handle you. You’re very intense.
You definitely are a handful, and you’re likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.

You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.
You are light-hearted and accepting. You don’t get worked up easily.
Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.

You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.
You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.
You may miss out by not settling down, but you’re too busy having fun to care.

Flashback Friday with a twist

It’s a Friday that feels like a Saturday. It’s been a day of normal everyday tasks which I had done and dusted by 9 this morning, where that energy came from I really don’t know, but I wish I could be that on form everyday.
So today has been a beautiful spring day, I’ve felt a little warm for the first time in months, I’ve managed to spend time outside which really does not happen in my life at the moment, still I had to wear two jumpers, thermals, two long sleeve t-shirts and my coat, boy I’m sure that must have been a picture for any on lookers. Reynaud sucks. ā›„ļø
So anyway I found a burst of energy from God knows where and I laid a patio/shed base all on my own. Feeling kinda chuffed with myself if I’m honest. I’ve never done anything like that before but boy don’t I know it know. I need my bed, even though it’s the loneliest place on earth.
You may be thinking, “where are you going with this?”
Well as I was trying my hardest to put a base down for a woodshed, memories came flooding back to me and as it is flashback Friday and I don’t have any posts to share with you, (No posts have been blogged on the 25 March since I started this blog back in 2013) I thought I would share a memory from my childhood instead.

I’m sure we can all remember being given our pocket-money as a child.
I do, I remember how important I felt, having the responsibility of money, how grown up I felt when I was allowed to the corner shop to buy a pick a mix. How I made those 1 pence sweets last the whole week because I was trying so very hard to show responsibility.
Such powerful feelings for such a young child.

One of my strongest memories from my childhood, was saving up 50 pence a week, so I could buy my grandad a birthday present.
I loved my grandad, I really wanted to buy him something special, little did I know back then, what a rat he was, a complete waste of space and an evil man he really was.
Growing up really does suck, I wish I could have worn rose-tinted glasses as children do for the rest of my life. If only the world and the people in it, were really as we saw them as children.

Back to it…… My grandad was train crazy, he had a huge train set, set up in a massive shed at the bottom of his garden.
The hours I spent sat on his knee, watching the trains go round and round. Watching the lights in the buildings light up and helping to change the tracks so trains could get to stations or sidings. It was a mini advantage partly in my mind but also in front of my eyes.
The pure excitement I felt, when I knew I could see how the towns and village had changed since the last time I was there. Such joy from the simplest of things.
So I saved and saved to buy my grandad a new train or carriages for his track, and the day finally came when I counted up my penny’s and ran to the toy/model shop to buy, the most important present.

I still remember every feeling, every bit of excitement, every inch of pride I had for myself, for saving up to buy a pressie which would be just from me, that I had paid for with my own money.
The disappointment when I saw how much everything was in the shop, even the tiny little people and trees were more than I could save in a year. I was crushed, I wanted to do this more than anything and within seconds my dream faded away.
The feeling of determination that I would buy him something but what, you needed a bank loan to do this hobby, wow my grandad must be rich.šŸ˜œ
I spent forever looking around the shop, my hand in my Nan’s as tears filled my eyes. A lump in my throat and a pocket full of change. But not a single thing I could afford.
I noticed modelling clay.
I remember the feeling of a smile returning to my face, the sunshine pouring through the window as I jumped up and down, pulling on my Nan’s arm from pure excitement.
Shouting “Grandad can make something for the trains” as I pulled the clay off the shelves.
In those few minutes the world was put to rights.
Such a simple, simple thing had brightened up my whole being, life was once again magical and pure.

I guess that is why flashback Friday’s are important to me, it’s not the day, or even what is written but the feelings, that go with every word that I wrote.
Memories are everything, they are life, love, passion, joy, longing, tears, they are us.