Cosmic!

There is an order within our cosmos apparently and it’s one that we can all tap into.  I think it sounds a little like hacking but it’s supposed to be cushty.

I guess I always thought the cosmos must be pretty random, but no.  It seems that the modern way to get what you want is to ask the cosmos for it.  Cosmic connections will then miraculously be made that make your dreams come true.

Not only that but the universe has an abundance apparently and it will bring you whatever you want, as long as you truly want it, and for the right reasons (sounds like a conditional offer to me).

Why have we never heard about this before now I wonder?  Okay so it sounds a little shady but I can’t knock it till I’ve tried it, I’ll give anything a go twice.

Here I go then, catch this cosmos…

The insider

I know a girl who knows a guy, who knows this other guy who reckons that Santa has been stuck in a chimney since last Christmas!

The girls friend’s friend said that the big guy is stuck in the chimney of the house next door to his mum’s house.  He reckons that you can see his feet sticking out for miles.

I am currently in the process of rounding up some local elves to go on a scouting reconnaissance mission.  With only 25 days to go, time is our enemy.

Updates of mission status to follow…

The C word

That’s right, as the Christmas month of December is very nearly upon us all (thank Santa for that), it’s time to add some tinsel to ourselves and to our thoughts.

The windows are getting frostier, the wine is getting warmer, our clothes are getting sparklier and our hearts are getting warmer.

Or are they?  This year we enjoy Christmas through recession-tinted glasses and at first glimpse you may think it seems rather grim.

Christmas is about giving, but it’s only the kids that we really need to give to and who doesn’t love to watch children opening presents.  Christmas is ultimately about giving time to each other, which is still relatively free and it’s about listening to merry music and being a lot silly and losing yourself for a while.

The C word doesn’t have to be dirty this year, it can still be powerful, magical and a lot of fun and good for us all.

Paint the picture

Having spent the last ten days in New Zealand with my spunky sister, I realised that she is living the life that she painted for herself a long time ago.

Sometimes we get swept along with the life that we think we should lead, but really we should paint the picture of the life we want and then jump right in, just like she did.

Life can be as complicated or as simple as we paint our pictures to be.

Time to get creative me thinks!

So I brought her a Prince

I went to the mall this morning to buy birthday presents for my niece Genesis, who will be four on Sunday.   At the mall they were playing christmas music and I am pleased to say that I got totally carried away with my gift buying.

Not only did I buy Genesis a Ben 10 watch, I relented and also brought her the Barbie Prince that she wanted, to go with the Barbie Princess that Mummy and Daddy have brought her.

I am hoping that she will tire of the Prince sooner than she does the Ben 10 watch.

We shall see.

My niece wants a Prince

Today Genesis, my four-year-old niece, asked me if I could buy her a prince.  A prince to go with her Barbie princess.

Wow.

If only life twenty years on was so simple.  I’ll just pop down to ‘Princes-are-us’ or log onto Buyaprince.com and select height, eye colour and personality traits and get  a prince delivered to my door in 7-10 days.

Okay, so you’re thinking that our modern-day equivalent is Dating Direct yes?  No.  Because these princes have minds of their own, prejudices and certain expectations, and I am (thankfully) not Barbie.

So I think the most responsible thing I can do as an Aunty is tomorrow when my niece asks me again to buy her a prince for her birthday, I will say no.  That I’ll buy her the Ben 10 watch that she wants instead.

My two little friends

Day two in New Zealand and there are more bonuses being here than just missing the bad weather in the UK, two very very good reasons.

My two little nieces, Princess Genesis who is nearly 4 and beautiful bug-eyed Asha who is 4 and a half months old.

Today, Gen and I played Princess and Evil Stepmothers and lil Asha played with her bug.

I had a lot of fun today, a lot of fun with my two little friends.

What’s on

Sky + is a great invention, it really is.

But let us not forget how weirdly satisfying it is to waste an afternoon watching a rubbish film that you never planned to.

I have Sky + downstairs and a way too small telly with terrestrial channels in the bedroom upstairs.  So whilst I’m pottering around my boudoir I switch it on.

I have a little flick around the four channels available (we don’t get five where I live) and I more often than not become strangely enthralled with an old-looking film where they all talk funny and emotionlessly about love and marriage.  In fact I become so involved that I draw out my bedroom pottering so that I can watch the end of the film, even though I never saw the beginning and am not entirely sure who Elspeth is!

Sometimes it’s nice not to plan, to watch what’s going on, right at that moment and not something on series record that you are struggling to keep up with.

Sparkles in the sky

Otherwise known as fireworks, are undoubtedly good for the soul.  

Bright, uplifting and illuminating.  Visions sky high, impressive and somehow mystical.

The way I see it, a person bored of watching sparkily lights in the sky is a person bored of life.

Exercise: by invitation only

Forget Google Wave invites,  it’s all about invites to other people’s exercise classes for me.

The other week it was Pilates whilst I stayed with my Mum in Sussex, this morning it was Bikram Yoga with Ruby in London.

I’m like a travelling exercise-woman!

So what is Bikram Yoga I hear you say?  It’s intense that’s what it is.  An hour and a half of yoga in the heat.  Five minutes in and already the sweat is pouring off me: surely this is just plain silly.

Forty minutes in, willing the clock hands to move forwards faster with every stretch, I decided a little gasp of fresh air was in order.  So I left the sweat den to go to the oasis that was the cool airy toilet.  I had remained in the toilet as long as I thought I could get away with as I rattled the toilet door.  Nothing.  I checked I had unlocked the door, yes, but the door knob wouldn’t turn.  Maybe it was my sweaty hands, maybe the door was stuck – hooray!  Then feeling mildly panicked I knocked gently on the toilet door, then again.  The yoga teacher came to my rescue.  She wasn’t happy though, I’d interrupted the beginning of her floor based Bikram.

I enjoyed the yoga, but the heat, even if it does warm your muscles, being blinded by sweat is just not fun.

But one of my rules of life is to try everything twice.  Well, there’s always a chance I could be wrong first time round, unlikely, but possible.  So I guess…watch this sweaty space.