Thankies to Ria C who tagged me the other day, she wants me to share some personal secrets with you guys, and why not?! Just as long as you don’t tell anyone! 
So here goes, 7 little snippets of my life.
I’m a coffee addict, I love coffee, and I can’t function without it. I have about 7 cups of coffee a day (I know it’s not healthy but hey…). I HAVE TO HAVE a big mug in the morning in order to carry on. But it must be in my own mug, half a spoon of sugar, 2 tsp of Coffee Mate with a dash of cold water.
My husband said try decaf… what?! That’s like saying to someone go and get drunk but you can’t have any alcohol.
I’m a fan of La Senza & Victoria Secret lingerie. I always believe that a woman should always have a good collection of underwear, it’s almost as essential as outerwear.
I like to have underwear ready to match any occasion or mood. I can never understand some women who settle for drab graying bras and knickers, I’m sure wearing unflattering undergarments does no good for your self-esteem. As they say, it’s what inside that counts.
I’m a Capricorn -which usually means that I am a very ambitious person, driven by the need to succeed in EVERYTHING. I am also very practical and a perfectionist.
I have a soft spot for Lost actor Josh Holloway aka Sawyer. His rugged look and cheeky smile just does it for me. Mmm need I say more?
*faints*
I absolutely detest beauty pageants, whether it’s Miss World or Miss Universe. The whole idea of it just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
I don’t understand why women need to parade themselves like cattle in order to be judge on their beauty or intelligence, I’m sure if they are intelligent enough, then they could be recognised for something else other than these so called ‘beauty contest’. Miss World died in the 80′s, and they should keep it that way.
I love Chinese food. I can eat it all day everyday!
My favourite dishes are Singapore Chow Mein, Salt & Chilli Ribs, Won Tons and Foo Yung, just to name a few. Maxis Restaurant in Leeds is one of my fave restaurants.
I love orchids. I own a couple of phalaenopsis that my husband bought for me.
I’m not green fingered gal so I’m really chuffed that my orchids has survived for over six months now and they’re still flowering (apparently that’s a good sign).
Usually plants die on me after a few weeks so I’m really making an effort that these ones stay with me for a while, and if they manage to survive then I’m considering having a house full of them.
So, now that I’ve spilt the beans about my not so interesting life, it’s only fair that I pass this tag to these following lovely ladies;
There are some really great people out there, so many have recognised my blog and kept it in their thoughts. I have truly appreciated every award I’ve been given and hopefully this is not just a passing phase because they make me smile, and really do make my day.
I know I have been pretty occupied lately, and I hold my hands up for not posting as much as I used to, but I guess I can be excused as I have a little toddler on the loose and a hormonal pre-teen I have to keep in line.
I want to thank Bingkee, she’s a great friend of mine who never fails to think of me and visit my blog. I really appreciate these sis.
Friendship Award
Friendship Tag
We need Friends for many reasons,
all throughout the season.
We need Friends to comfort us when we are sad,
and to have fun with us when we are glad.
We need Friends to give us good advice,
We need someone we can count on,
and treat us nice.
We need Friends to remember us
one we have passed sharing memories
that will always last
I would like to pass this on to: Sheila, Lily, Beth Ann and Emily. Don’t forget to include the poem on your post.
MsRay, another great friend who decided that deserve these; thank you MsRay.
Friendship Award
I love you award
This I love you award goes to my sis Bingkee and Kate C.
Rose
I give this rose to Emily.
Finally, thanks to Emily who thought I was worthy of this badge.
So, it’s just right that I pass this on to Bingkee, Kate C and MsRay.
Now it’s time to rearrange my shelf!
It’s no secret, I hate driving, after spending thousands of pounds learning to drive and passing my test 3 years ago, I still don’t feel comfortable being out on the road.
I don’t know what it is, but I guess it’s some kind of anxiety problem or lack of confidence that stops me from being a “competent driver”.
My husband however feels differently, he has been in the car with me, and surprisingly he hasn’t shouted at me once or even criticized the way drive, or maybe he’s just scared of what the consequences would be if he dares open his mouth.
“You’re a great driver, I don’t know what you’re so worried for. I think you just need to do it a lot more, then maybe you’ll be a lot more confident.”
In a way I believe him, I’ve never had a bump and I always follow the rules, nor I’m too slow or reckless. So I don’t know why the idea brings me out in cold sweats. To be honest it wouldn’t bother me one bit, if I never had to drive again, but I know that’s not the answer to my problem, I’m a perfectionist, I hate the idea of feeling incompetent, to be seen as a failure, especially with something so easy as driving a car.
Ever since moving to the country, there has been one problem I’ve been trying to conquer. HILLS… yes, and lots of them. Rolling ones, big ones, small ones and even bendy ones. I learnt how to drive in the city, and the flat lands, so hills are new to me, I didn’t think it would cause another driving dilemma but it has, as I found out last week.
I had to take my daughter for her doctors appointment, OK, a routine trip, straight road, just over a mile away, what’s the worse thing that can happen? This time I wasn’t as anxious, I’m familiar with the route, I left with plenty of time to spare so there’s no pressure.
On arriving at the small car park, I noticed that it was pretty full so I decided to do a three point turn in order to look for a free space on the other side, upon doing this I realised that the car park was on a slope, and my car was slowly rolling down towards a parked car. I put the handbrake on and geared my car onto reverse. I was starting to panic at this time, because it was a pretty tight spot, and I knew that I had to maneuver my car back and out without scraping any other cars on the way. As I looked to my right, I also noticed a growing queue of people watching me make a ass of myself, obviously this added more pressure which made me panic just a little bit!
OK, foot on clutch, reverse gear, level, more gas…. nope… my car is still rolling. Stalled. After a few unmentionable words, and my daughters ghastly expression, I started the car again. Reverse, don’t hit the car behind you…. and don’t roll towards the car in front of you. Stalled. Look to the right… 6 cars waiting for me to get myself out of this mess, probably pointing and laughing at the useless woman driver. Yep, that’s me indeed.
After about 5 attempts, I had to admit that I’m not going to get out of this mess on my own, and the line of cars were growing and I really don’t need an audience right now.
I knew I was at an embarrassing situation when I had to ask the help of another driver. I approached his car with a smile, wishing that this man would take pity on me.
“Excuse me, I hope you don’t mind but do you think you could give me a hand and reverse my car for me?”
Do you know how painful that was? To actually admit that you’re a total ass when it comes to reversing up a hill? Not only does the man oblige, but I the whole queue were actually watching me, noting my expression and utter incompetence.
After getting me out of trouble, I quickly thanked the Good Samaritan and fled the scene as soon as possible, at that moment wishing I had tinted windows to save me from further embarrassment and the shameful thought that someone I know might just recognize me.
There I was picking up what was left of my pride after experiencing the most embarrassing moment of my life, I finally got to park my car and now were headed for the doctors 10 minutes later than scheduled. I breathe a sigh of relief and thanked my lucky stars that I didn’t manage to cause any accidents or endure verbal abuse.
Now, I can forget about it and just pretend that the whole thing was just a bad dream, only when the dream was turned into reality again when I opened the waiting room door and saw everyone from the car park including the Good Samaritan, sitting there patiently waiting for their appointments looking at me with knowing grins on their faces. Unfortunately, even though I wished hard, the ground didn’t open up to swallow me.
Sharing with you a candid moment when Sam and I were messing around with the camera this weekend.
He is a natural born poser ( kinda like his Ma) and couldn’t wait to hog the photo.
I also want to mention all the well wishes that I received from my great blogging friends on our 3 year wedding anniversary.
Thanks guys xxx
Photographs are what memories are made of. There’s nothing that I love more than looking back and seeing how my children have grown over the years, from their first steps, holidays or even their first Christmas plays. I take my camera everywhere and whenever the occasion requires I’m always there ready to take pics to preserve that memory.
But lately, I can’t help but think that political correctness has gone too far concerning taking pictures of your own children in public places. If you have kids you would understand, that other peoples paranoia is the last thing in your mind when it comes to family days out. But lately this has been festering in my mind, whenever David and I take the kids out in the park, pool or activity centres, I am more reluctant in getting my camera out.
When we took Sam out last weekend to a soft play centre, I really thought about it for at least 20 minutes, whether should I or shouldn’t I take photos of him while other children were around. It saddens me that I was made to feel that what I was doing is unlawful or even perverse.
An article I was reading a few weeks ago, involved a father of three innocently taking photos of his children on an inflatable slide when he was confronted by the person running the slide and he was demanded to stop and even one person apparently accused him of putting these photos on the internet. Obviously the father was enraged and couldn’t understand why someone could even think that he is using his camera for any other reason than taking photos of his sons.
There was also a story a few years back when respected newsreader Julia Somerville was reported to the police by Boots who developed the photographs, over allegedly indecent and obscene pictures of her seven year old child naked in the bath. Julia and her husband were both arrested and questioned by Scotland Yard. Obviously the parents were horrified and distressed and insisted that the photos were just for the family album. Both was later released with no charge.
I find the above story distressing as I would expect that many parents have been in a situation where they have taken photos of their children in the bath and have never thought anything about it, and why should you?
It is also upsetting that some schools prohibit parents to take film or photos of their own children’s plays and sports days. In my opinion, these are our children and we have an absolute right to document their achievements without being penalized for it. But sadly, with so many children being abused and child pornography being rife on the net, I can’t blame parents for being extra vigilant, but surely they should see the difference between a parent taking innocent photos for the family album and a paedophile taking advantage for their own sick intentions, then again sadly these days we live in a world where you never know who you can trust.
