tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28213994027871947762024-03-13T22:34:47.346-07:00Morgana in MadridA blog to a forthcoming book about living in Madrid, experiences, places, people and feelings. A woman´s Journey of self discovery.©Morganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02672065008298173170noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821399402787194776.post-39968014094592290202017-07-29T03:57:00.000-07:002017-07-29T04:00:17.917-07:00Time to banish those awful name suggestions!Namaste guys, what's shaking? <br />
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There's been <a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0dg0pdYh8P0/WXxp4P5d1cI/AAAAAAAADU8/CsebDyCDzTgZ_ORg7PbE4oJk0vwitiGNACLcBGAs/s1600/cc4136825b1a76cb2dedff6299521bd5--popular-baby-names-funny-babies.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0dg0pdYh8P0/WXxp4P5d1cI/AAAAAAAADU8/CsebDyCDzTgZ_ORg7PbE4oJk0vwitiGNACLcBGAs/s320/cc4136825b1a76cb2dedff6299521bd5--popular-baby-names-funny-babies.jpg" width="287" height="320" data-original-width="250" data-original-height="279" /></a> blog last week for health issues. The god awful back ache is almost too much to bear. <br />
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But let's skip that and move on to this week's topic.<br />
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Last week I went on about how families whether intentional or not hijack your pregnancy because they still think we live in the times of old testament and their opinion matters.<br />
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I don't mean to sound rude but not happening and own thing that still annoys to this day is suggesting names that they like for the baby because it has some meaning to them. <br />
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Really? <br />
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Before our daughter was born we already had her name chosen after we found out we were having a girl. Some people thought we needed their help in chosing a name. <br />
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The suggestions were pretty horrid. One guy actually suggested his wife's name which was Dominga which is another nick name in Spanish for "Tits" .<br />
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My mum suggested "Angelita" after a little girl some American soldiers found dead on a beach during world war 2. Really I'm gonna name my kid after a dead one? <br />
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I've heard even shitty suggestions for a boy. <br />
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Don't these people realise we're the parents.<br />
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Oh but some dads need a reality check too.<br />
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Steven was suggested , it still is. Why? because the dumb assed dad loves Steven Seagal. I won't even consider Stephan because it's the same shit and I am not naming him after a biblical character who gets stoned.<br />
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Other names like Brad, or Tom. I don't like Tom Cruise and why would I name my kid after actors. I even was suggested Kimberly. One I use to know a complete bitch named Kim and 2 you may as well suggest, Kourtney, Kendall, or Chloe. The last one is not to bad but my niece is called that.<br />
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And what is suggesting biblical names? I know a kid called Gaddiel or what ever. It's an old testament name. Obviously his parents didn't stop to think how this name would affect him in school . <br />
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Sounds like Gangrel , the wrestler who had the vampire gimmick years back. Actually Gangrel sounds better.<br />
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This kid's oldest brother is called Jairus. Sound familiar? I mentioned last time that my father in law is obsessed with that name and wanted to name his Grandson that. It sounds awful in Spanish and fuck knows the version in Italian.<br />
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I hate it. It's up there with Steven, Tom, Angelita and Dominga.<br />
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Jonah is another one . Why do I want to name my kid after a guy who was swollen by an imaginary whale? <br />
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I was even told that I should consider the name of the guy who supposedly found the Arc of the Covenant. Fuck no, it's hard to pronounce and besides he's a fraud. <br />
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Every time I see my father in law using a market on some bible chapters , I'm thinking "I hope he's not looking for possible names because I will tell him no way!" <br />
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Just like I did the other day when he brought up Jairus David.<br />
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No.<br />
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I promised myself that next time I will get smart and not tell people my choices because its none of their damn business. <br />
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And when I do say something and they're butt hurt about it, so what? They can get over it. <br />
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Everyone else's suggestions can hop onto a boat and sail all the way to the Island of butt ugly names and leave me the hell alone.Morganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02672065008298173170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821399402787194776.post-33099144991613860312017-07-15T00:00:00.002-07:002017-07-16T04:05:16.740-07:00Either say nothing or gracefully put your foot down.Namaste guys what's shaking. <br />
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Since a lot of people I know are expecting a baby in the near future I thought maybe I'd shed some light on a few things. <br />
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Let's kick off with a when you should tell people that you're having a baby? Obviously you need to let your job know if your employment involves heavy lifting and stress. Or if it's high risk. Or you work with people who are constantly sending you to do heavy lifting . <br />
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If you have one of those bosses who is a complete cunt then you need to perhaps speak to a representative or a solicitor about him/her. <br />
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When should you tell people like friends and family? I would say wait as long as you can because God forbid something happens and I am sorry to tell you that it can happen , then you need to then tell people something else. Wait til you are into the second trimester or when it's really starting to get obvious. <br />
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Avoid advice that people from older generations will tell you.<br />
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I've heard stupid things that pregnant women still hear from people who haven't realised that its the 21st century.<br />
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If you've had multiple miscarriages and every Tom, Sick Larry tells you you need bed rest. Unless one of these is a doctor , don't let them scare monger you.<br />
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When people insist that you literally need to eat for 2 when you need to consume about 300 extra calories after the second trimester. <br />
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Sure there are envious people who aren't as happy as you are and will tell you old wives tales but I'd just ignore them. You have an obstetrician, family doctor, nurses and midwife that will put your mind at ease if you have doubts. The rest is common sense. <br />
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Suddenly everyone is an expert in pregnancy and what you can or can't do which is why do don't feel like telling anyone just yet.<br />
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Don't listen to people who tell you that they are going to curse you or say that "God" will punish you for what ever reason. If you really have to answer , tell them what I tell them "aren't you a little too old for imaginary friends?"<br />
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Don't let people hijack your pregnancy . <br />
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What I mean is that people and I mean family and friends will start planning things as if being pregnant has robbed you the power of free thinking and speech. <br />
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You can either say thanks for the input and be polite knowing that you or father have made your own plans. Or tell them straight what your plans are or tell them to mind their own business.<br />
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Food suggestions is another, when they tell you that you have to literally eat for 2 as i mentioned earlier or certain foods are good for you when they were on the obstetricians "do not eat" list. Like Cod Roe. <br />
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I have never understood why people insist those tiny eggs are good for you. Surely it isn't. <br />
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When you tell people from an older generation that you are not permitted to eat certain things and they tell you "oh but I ate this when I was pregnant and I was fine!"<br />
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You tell them that either times have changed or that what ever you can't eat now is probably because of contamination.<br />
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And then people go ahead and bring you or make you something that you dont like or have been strongly advised to not eat. Then when you refuse they think you're either overreacting or ungrateful. How about asking first before acting like some kind of self appointed pAtron saint of prenatal nutrician!? <br />
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Names is another thing that causes arguments and stress. <br />
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Some Grandparents still think that parents need to name them after them or what ever name they tell the expectant parents. <br />
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I was named after my grandmother whom I didn't meet. It was both my father's and grandfather's idea.<br />
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Boy have I struggled with my full name to the point that I only use it in formal stuff and work. Now it's constantly associated with a murder victim. <br />
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My daughter is named after a song because her dad wanted to name her after the actual singer but I reminded him that people would think less of the artist's talent and more Of the reason she died. <br />
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Actually I may reconsider Amy in the future. Lots of kids are called Elvis.<br />
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A lot of people didn't like the name because it wasn't common enough or biblical enough and made suggestions. By the time we went the registry office she had already had documents with the name we gave her or in this case she did a Leonardo Di Caprio and chose her first name he self by kicking.<br />
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Kindly say thanks for the suggestion but we are sticking to our choice. <br />
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If they get upset then so what? My parents have told me more than once that they won't get upset if I choose not to name my kids after them.<br />
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My reason to not let people influence me was because I didn't want to make the same error as my mum. <br />
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As I mentioned before my dad named me and my mum could name the next baby what ever she wanted. Her first choice was Elvis but my grandma talked her out it. Why? She was free to name him what ever she wanted. <br />
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That's why I didn't take suggestions and will never take suggestions.<br />
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And if they tell you to name your child after a relative who's dying or a name they like, don't fall for it and don't feel bad when they begin to try to emotionally blackmail you.<br />
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It's your child, not theirs. <br />
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Please don't give your child a name that is out dated or hard to pronounce. That goes for old biblical names. Why Would you that to your child?<br />
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My father in law is obsessed with the name Jairus. He tried to suggest it to his ex daughter in law ,my partner's ex who refused which means that she does have a tiny bit of common sense in her head.<br />
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I'd rather Caleb than Jairus. it sounds awful even in Spanish. Sorry for any one named that or naming their kid that. <br />
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We did think of Jacob for a boy then thought against it, especially with it becoming popular after the Twilight saga. <br />
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I could go on all day about this but I'm thinking that maybe going more in-depth with a video.<br />
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That being said, namaste til next time. <a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOejxzGWHRo/WWm9lCEoOfI/AAAAAAAADTQ/DpTPNdpla2A2zmk_R9xurMfiXCnufipxQCLcBGAs/s1600/8968439e9c76805da275d4c1fb5cc660--baby-images-baby-showers.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOejxzGWHRo/WWm9lCEoOfI/AAAAAAAADTQ/DpTPNdpla2A2zmk_R9xurMfiXCnufipxQCLcBGAs/s320/8968439e9c76805da275d4c1fb5cc660--baby-images-baby-showers.jpg" width="255" height="320" data-original-width="538" data-original-height="675" /></a><br />
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Morganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02672065008298173170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821399402787194776.post-2249571352179754152017-07-04T00:20:00.000-07:002017-07-04T00:20:04.140-07:00Am I Ready?<br />
Namaste guys, what's shaking? <br />
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This past week has been awesome with regards to the World Pride celebrations here in Madrid. People coming together from everywhere and just having a good time.<br />
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My daughter and I loved going around Chueca! Eating rainbow coloured cakes, stroking dogs and generally saying hi to people.<br />
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But come Monday , when the celebrations were over , I was back to my ugly reality.<br />
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A partner who is so set in his backward ways that it's embarrassing not only to me but to our daughter. Someone who thinks he can cure a lesbian with a "good fucking" . <br />
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The same person who told me the reason I'm having trouble conceiving again is because it's punishment from God for the little bag of witchy tools I have under my bed which has a lock because he can't be trusted. <br />
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The same guy who accuses me indirectly of being a bad parent when he's got 3 kids (or 4 depending if the 17 year old named Sebastian is really his !) And one other woman had an abortion because he was a cunt to her.<br />
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Yet I want another baby .<br />
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You're probably asking why? Everything I just stated above is enough to put me off from even sleeping with him. Why did I have another baby with last time when i miscarried at 18 weeks beforehand knowing that he didn't want one?<br />
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Because I wanted one for me not him. <br />
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During the pregnancy it was going ok, it wasn't til the day she was born and straight after things changed. He didn't understand that I was tried, I had a baby and I wasn't interested in him physically. <br />
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I've changed. I'm more aggressive , I snap at just about the first instance of hearing or seeing something wrong. <br />
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I even thought about leaving with a new born because it was too much . I had post natal depression but the baby's father was causing it. <br />
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Things got a bit better but it wasn't the same..<br />
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Again you ask, why get pregnant again? <br />
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Everyone knows that "bandaid" babies don't fix relationships that are reaching the end. <br />
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Why don't I give up ? Surely two miscarriages one being in the second trimester should be a sign that I should stop at one child.<br />
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Why If I'm so unhappy , even my sister in law can see that I'm only in this relationship because financially I can't cope. <br />
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I don't even know. I'm not even in love with the guy like I use to be . I mean obviously I care about him because he's the father of my daughter and we've been together years but most days when he goes to work or when I go to work , I'm glad I can actually breathe easy for a few hours. <br />
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I'm currently not in a great environment to be raising my 4 year old, why do I want another baby with a guy that I am no longer in love with? <br />
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Because I want one for me and I want my daughter to have another sibling that she can grow up with. That's why. .<br />
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I'm 38 years old and I only have one ovary, the change will be coming in a few years. <br />
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This time it will be different. <br />
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I am willing to do it alone. Go to all my appointments alone, go to all the classes alone , even look for other ways to earn money whilst on leave. I don't want to feel Like the way I have done I all my pregnancies.<br />
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The only good thing is that I will be alone in late August. The circumstances won't be ideal and I'm feel really bad that this person is dying but at least I will have time to think about what my next plan is , should I become pregnant for the 6th time. <br />
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I am battling this topic on a daily basis. I am looking at this on a spiritual level and I am reflectingon this personally to understand if I am truly mentally prepared to bring another child into this world.<br />
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Anyway that is a for today, Namaste til next time.<br />
<a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yJ11Pmbqlxw/WVtBmP6f-2I/AAAAAAAADSc/a0ygpIoGEFMZvIwocLdBLL_xMzTlWDUBwCLcBGAs/s1600/maxresdefault-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yJ11Pmbqlxw/WVtBmP6f-2I/AAAAAAAADSc/a0ygpIoGEFMZvIwocLdBLL_xMzTlWDUBwCLcBGAs/s320/maxresdefault-1.jpg" width="320" height="180" data-original-width="1280" data-original-height="720" /></a>Morganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02672065008298173170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821399402787194776.post-1759949048570915142017-07-02T04:46:00.000-07:002017-07-02T04:46:57.994-07:00So you think you can do better? Namaste what's shaking? <br />
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These days I feel a bit drained, what with being broke, having my father in law in hospital and having to go to work and share a space with ex co workers. <br />
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But the thing that runs me the wrong way is indirect attacks with the way I am raising my child.<br />
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Not that I care what anyone thinks but I would like to point out a few things.<br />
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First of all there is no correct way of being a parent, you are constantly winging it. <br />
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If I choose to let my 4 year old use her dad's iPad so I can bloody get the house work done or get through a session of DDP yoga without being interrupted, then I will bloody well do it. <br />
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Secondly my Daughter loves climbing up and down the poll on the train and going around in circles. Apparently there must be something wrong because I have never told her to stop doing that. <br />
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The only way she is going to learn that its dangerous is when she falls and smacks her head! <br />
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Thirdly the older generation and some uneducated folk on my side of the family would tell me that I needed to baptize my daughter before the age of 3 or else God forbid something happens to her. She's 4 and a half now. That kind of emotional blackmail doesn't work with me. Besides she survived 9 months of gestation.<br />
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Next, why don't I take her to church? Because I am not going to force her into something she doesn't want to do. Unless she asks me which she has and I do take her sometimes. <br />
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Why don't I teach her about the Bible? Again, when she's old enough to choose what she wants to believe in , she can read it herself. <br />
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Apparently I'm a bad parent because I'm taking my daughter to the Gay Pride Parade! She wasn't in any danger 3 years ago when I took her with my best Friend Mimmi and people thought we were a same-sex couple taking our daughter out for the parade. Not that we corrected them. She was happy that someone gave her a rainbow coloured flag.<br />
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I've told her that this year we're going to a big party with lots of rainbow flags, happy people and people who look like her uncle! <br />
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Oh and a friend of mine is performing so we're going! <br />
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I need up tell her about hell? No I don't. I will tell her that there is no such place and if you do something wrong, you are accountable not some make belief scapegoat.<br />
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She still thinks it's normal that Sponge bob lives in a pineapple under the sea.<br />
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Bed time is another issue, apparently I shouldn't co sleep with her and I shouldn't let her sleep so late. <br />
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Like I keep saying each to their own.<br />
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Why do I let her have a meltdown in public? I don't, she meltdown on her own and I've learned to make her stop, just to start running. She snaps out of it in no time. <br />
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And I do not appreciate people pretending to perform van exorcism on her. She's only having a meltdown, she's not mentally unstable. <br />
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And I hear I would never allow my child to act like that.<br />
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Say the people who were even worse as kids and wouldn't accept the sex of their baby until the last month.<br />
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Why didn't I name her after a relative, or the saint who's day she was born on?<br />
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Surely by now you have realised that she's my child and I will name her what ever I want.<br />
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Why isn't she fluent in 3 languages like you?<br />
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She will be when she's ready. And I am not sending her to shitty after school language classes. I want her to integrate with the other kids her age, not isolate her. We're not going back to Italy any time soon or the UK. There is no rush. <br />
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And lastly, I give her chocolate and I spoil her. Someone call child services! I'm spoiling my only child, the one I had after suffering a late missed miscarriage and two more after that! <br />
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I would give her a giant toblerone if I could just to annoy people! <br />
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I'm not being aggressive here. I'm just challenging anyone who think they can do a better job of raising my child.<br />
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Can you?<br />
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I didn't think so. <br />
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With that said , Namaste to all of you til next time. <a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rr-aSqH_eDo/WVjc9pfGjaI/AAAAAAAADRs/3BhD4_YwWtUykZKirxRHxXMwDWjI5sJYQCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_20170624_204950_520.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rr-aSqH_eDo/WVjc9pfGjaI/AAAAAAAADRs/3BhD4_YwWtUykZKirxRHxXMwDWjI5sJYQCLcBGAs/s320/IMG_20170624_204950_520.jpg" width="320" height="320" data-original-width="1200" data-original-height="1200" /></a>Morganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02672065008298173170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821399402787194776.post-28114231055976282652017-06-25T11:57:00.000-07:002017-06-25T11:57:23.869-07:00I'm a Mother and I still don't get it!Namaste guys what's shaking? <br />
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With World Pride around the corner, I wanted to bring something to your attention.<br />
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When I was young, I always knew that when I became a mother that I would love my child no matter what. <br />
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I started going out with this guy who I ended up being in love with but there was a problem, because of his background and his beliefs, his parents would see me as a problem even if I decided to embrace their beliefs.<br />
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Nope. Wasn't going to happen . So He did everything to make me leave him, make excuses to not go out , be a cunt to me and even cheat. Why? Because he knew that he couldn't stand up to his parents , they would disown him.<br />
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I kept thinking how is that possible? Parents are suppose to love their kids unconditionally. All I kept hearing was<br />
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"You're not a parent, you wouldn't know."<br />
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That aside, I now have a 4 year old daughter. It's obvious that sometimes I let her get away with murder but she's my rainbow child. <br />
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Now when she grows up, if she decides that she wants to be a dancer instead of working in an office, I will support her, if she brings home a guy who's from a different back ground, it might be difficult but I will support her. If she decides that she supports Inter Milan and not AC Milan, then I'll support her.<br />
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If she chooses a religion that makes her feel good , then fine . I'm not going to start telling her that she needs to follow a certain religion because I'm not bothered about religion.<br />
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If she decides that she likes girls, guys or both, then I don't really mind.<br />
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Why?<br />
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I'll tell you and this might be hard for people who care more about what other people think and what their religion apparently says than the happiness of their child.<br />
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I'm her mother. I carried her for 38 weeks, through nauseas, heartburn, swollen feet, sciatic nerve pain, then had her via cesaeran. I've suffered late night's, teething , vomiting, fever and constant worrying and I am not going to tell her, you can't do this because I'll get upset.<br />
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I will never use religion to emotionally black mail her. That's child abuse! <br />
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I will never tell her not to hang out with certain people because their different. And if she asks why they're different then I will explain the best I can. <br />
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How can parents turn their backs on their children? What kind of monster would do that. Your child should mean everything to you and all you care about is what people think and what God thinks?<br />
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I will tell you what God thinks of you.<br />
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He/She thinks you are a self centred poor excuse of a human being who only cares about bullying someone vulnerable into believing your old fashioned made up cherry picking stupidity instead of seeing them happy.<br />
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How dare you say that you love your child and then put them through misery because you're worried about what your stuck up neighbours will say. Screw them! <br />
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You do not deserve that child that you're bullying. <br />
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And please don't tell me I have no idea because I'm not a believer .<br />
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A believer of what? <br />
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I will tell you what I believe in.<br />
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I believe in unconditional love between a parent and a child. I believe in letting your child choose over what they want to believe. I believe in common sense and looking for solutions to problems rather than teaching that you need to ask someone to intervene. I believe in educating my child in the knowledge that everyone is the same and equal rights are for everyone. I believe in teaching the horrors of yesterday so that they won't be forgotten. I believe in telling my child that she can do what ever she wants even if people tell her that she's a girl.<br />
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Does it make me a liberal? Am I a heathen? Does it make me feminist? Maybe I'll say yes to all three. <br />
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To all the parents who are sticking by their kids whether, they choose to be a different religion, choose a different career, have a partner who is different to what you expect , be it religion , culture or gender, I applaud you! And for those who continue to put everyone but their child's feeling first, shame in you! <br />
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With that said I bid you Namaste Til next time.<a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_W3I8gyt36U/WVAHhwcxUAI/AAAAAAAADRA/X2AkuoUh8Mgy27eWI6-9gKf4O9diYLV3QCLcBGAs/s1600/official-video-world-pride-2017-Whoever-you-love-madrid-loves-you-800x445.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_W3I8gyt36U/WVAHhwcxUAI/AAAAAAAADRA/X2AkuoUh8Mgy27eWI6-9gKf4O9diYLV3QCLcBGAs/s320/official-video-world-pride-2017-Whoever-you-love-madrid-loves-you-800x445.jpg" width="320" height="178" data-original-width="800" data-original-height="445" /></a>Morganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02672065008298173170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821399402787194776.post-65567420982735028452017-06-14T00:36:00.000-07:002017-06-14T00:37:55.674-07:00Why am I so Frigid?Namaste guys what's shaking? <br />
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Once again I'm taking to my blog and I'll be going on YouTube this week also to talk about this subject.<br />
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I've been called a lot of things over the years by people who are suppose to actually care about me . <br />
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I've been advised to change my attitude or I won't have many friends and I'll be on my own. <br />
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Well for someone who has a 4 year old daughter and a small circle of friends I'm doing ok. <br />
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But I've been told that there's a few things wrong with me. <br />
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"You're so frigid!" I've been told<br />
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Frigid? Let's see.<br />
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So me getting annoyed because my partner thinks it's ok to look at other women and tell me how great their tits and assess are and tells me he wants to shag them and if I tell him go a head but you can fuck off out of our house and never come back , he gets upset and tells me I'm frigid for getting it as a joke. <br />
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Yeah I'm frigid because the thought of him admitting that he wants to cheat on me annoys me so yeah I must be really frigid.<br />
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I'm frigid because I don't want to watch Porn like it was a block buster movie. I'm not physically turned on by a man who shoves his penis up a woman's ass. I don't know if you realise but they get paid to do all that shit on camera. No amount of money is worth me getting butt hole surgery and not being able to poop! <br />
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And then I'm overreacting when our 4 year old grabs your IPad because she wants to watch Ryan's Toy Review and there's a frozen shot of the last porno you watched. <br />
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My childhood is scarred with my parents watched shitty Italian films with porn and telling us not to look instead of sending us to the next room. We could still fucking hear.<br />
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I must be really frigid that it annoys me that you constantly talk about sex and I'd rather you didn't ..<br />
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Yeah really frigid.<br />
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I'm really frigid because I don't find any of the jokes from the idiotic stand up street comedians about relationships funny . <br />
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These idiots who have maybe a following of 200 people in YouTube and everyone else who goes to their street gigs because let's face it no proper venue wants them, are just as uneducated as they are. <br />
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And they bring their kids to listen to this shit. <br />
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I must be super frigid because I don't find Pepito and Jaimito jokes funny , on the contrary , they make me physically ill.<br />
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I have to be really frigid if I'm not laughing at a soon to be married couple from a remote village drinking out of cock and fanny mugs and then hear you suggest we get a couple for my parents.<br />
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Are you on drugs?<br />
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And finally stop suggesting that you're going to get cartoon porn so we can watch it. The thought of Goku having a threesome with Bulma and Vegeta doesn't turn me on. That one time you borrowed hentai from your co worker almost made me pull an Exorcist on you<br />
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If all these things make me Frigid well I'm happy to be frigid.<br />
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Maybe you should remember why I'm this way. <br />
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With that said Namaste and see you next time.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P3Tg9szA1r4/WUDnaM2jwPI/AAAAAAAADQI/BewnWjcFtH0pQtcY1RSkquXa3jW3ASHfQCLcBGAs/s1600/iWKad22_d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P3Tg9szA1r4/WUDnaM2jwPI/AAAAAAAADQI/BewnWjcFtH0pQtcY1RSkquXa3jW3ASHfQCLcBGAs/s320/iWKad22_d.jpg" width="320" height="240" data-original-width="640" data-original-height="480" /></a></div>Morganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02672065008298173170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821399402787194776.post-22685508680216614102017-06-06T02:07:00.000-07:002017-06-06T02:07:56.611-07:00London always StrongerNamaste guys what's shaking? <br />
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I know it's been well over a week since I last checked in but I was figuring out what to actually post. So many things but I will promise you that I won't get political.<br />
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London got attacked over the weekend by some idiots claiming to be from ISIL. London Bridge and Borough Market. <br />
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The Police shot the attackers dead before anyone else got hurt.<br />
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I only found out on Sunday Morning when the "possessed" TV in our too. Came by itself and some people were talking about London being attacked. <br />
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I thought they were talking about Westminster from months back.<br />
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Then I checked my news feed on Facebook and it hit me.<br />
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London was attacked.<br />
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But London didn't come to a halt.<br />
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It was business as usual despite the attacks. <br />
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I lived in London for nearly 30 years before moving to Spain. I remember the bombing in 2005, everyone still went on with their business, The IRA bombing in Ealing in 2001, people still went on. Not to mention previous bombings, before that and people still gave Terrorists the big "fuck you!" By continuing with their lives.<br />
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Not even the Nazis could invade during the Blitz and Londoners were like, oh it's just a scratch. <br />
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The plague , The Fire of London and even William the Conquerer couldn't fucking break London's spirit and these snot faced little men think running people over and stabbing them , will scare them into submission?<br />
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Oh come on, you are as stupid and deluded as the wankers who tell you that you're gonna meet up with 72 virgins after you've blown yourself up along with your bollucks!<br />
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And why do you need to use Syria or Iraq as an excuse to kill innocent people? These people get shot , murdered , raped, tortured and lose their homes every day and they wanna see more carnage? <br />
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Go and fuck yourselves. <br />
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You even kill Muslims for not following your own twisted version of your beliefs. <br />
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You're doing it for yourselves.<br />
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You're not brave, and you're not soldiers. You kill unarmed people , even kids. What the fuck are you afraid of that a little kid will do? Hit you with a fucking Telly Tubby.<br />
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And I know pregnant women can be moody but dangerous? <br />
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What gets me is that these are young British people who are killing other Brits in their own country, if that isn't treason, then I don't know what is.<br />
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My message to the wannabe terrorists, go and do something useful with your lives.<br />
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These rogue imams are too cowardly to carry out these attacks so they brainwash you into doing it.<br />
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Get a job or go to college or university, and stop embarrassing your family and your country.<br />
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My message to London is stay strong. don't let hate win, be kind to one another. This too shall pass. <br />
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In light of Manchester Terror attack on Tuesday, I've decided to shed light on a topic which people don't shed any light on at all.<br />
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No it's not about the attack itself , it's about how people react to it.<br />
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Personally the image of the 8 year old girl who died as a result of the attack got me in floods of tears. Naturally I would respond to the news in that way because I'm a mother and the thought of someone losing their child in that horrible fashion strikes a cord. <br />
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Which is why I don't want to watch the news.. <br />
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Remember the guy who was carrying his twins who died as a result to the chemical attack in Sarin? I thought they were a sleep.<br />
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Stupid innocent me.<br />
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When I realised they weren't , I was heart broken.<br />
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People cry. It's a natural human mechanism . We cry , when we're scared, sad, angry and even happy. It's a normal thing.<br />
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When babies cry , yes it's for attention but it'a because they can't speak ! They're not doing it because they want to manipulate you into getting their way.. <br />
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When my daughter was a baby , she cried because she wanted a cuddle. So I'd pick her up and then I would get the same dumb assed quote from people who had kids mostly the older generation that I was spoiling her!<br />
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4 years later , I ask my daughter why does she want hugs and she said because she feels better afterwards.<br />
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Now I am sick of people telling us that we need to stop crying for things we see or read on the news. I'm fed up of hearing how our kids are told to stop crying when they're genuinely upset about something as if their feelings don't matter. <br />
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I cannot stand it when I hear someone say that crying is a form of weakness.<br />
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I've even been accused of handing down "illness" of crying to my daughter because I cried during my pregnancy.<br />
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That last part clearly showed that no matter how hard you try , you cannot fix stupid. And I don't care if you call me out on this quote.<br />
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We were taught to hide our feelings as it showed weakness. Well those lessons are now meaningless because I want my daughter to tell me if something is wrong. <br />
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I hear "how come I never cry?" <br />
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Maybe because you happen to be someone who was raised to be a fucking feelingless android? <br />
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Telling us to not cry how and when we need to feel Is damaging to our health.<br />
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One example of people telling me that I need to feel a certain way is the times I've miscarried. <br />
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It's like "yeah it happened move on!" <br />
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I'm not allowed to mourn my babies because it makes people uncomfortable. I've had days where I was absolutely fine and then I'd have others where I just cried for am hour.<br />
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Yes it's true that it didn't bring any of my babies back, but the release made me feel a bit better.<br />
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So was talking to someone professional who didn't know my story. <br />
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My constant battle is making people aware that crying is a normal thing and believing that it'a an illness that can be cured is as stupid as saying there's a cure for gay people. <br />
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My final thought. You wanna cry? Do it! Even if it's for no reason! You're your own boss of your feelings. <br />
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With that said, namaste till the next time.<br />
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Morganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02672065008298173170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821399402787194776.post-22132370309760050072017-05-22T23:42:00.001-07:002017-05-22T23:42:34.609-07:00Too weird even for me!Namaste guys what's shaking? <br />
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With the in laws in town, there are a few things that I need to take into consideration. <br />
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Don't get me wrong , I'm still myself , just in a subtle way. When My Father in Law suggested that we attend church yesterday evening because I I worked during the day , my first instinct was to say no or make something up about not going but to be fair, this is the guy who has always stuck up for me every time my partner's ex wife has been a pain in the ass and when my own partner needs a smack around the head.<br />
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My answer was "ok, let's go!"<br />
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My daughter's reaction was "yay! We're going to church!" <br />
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What can I say? <br />
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We arrived , David managed to use the "I can't go because I need to rest for my night shift! " card and I ended up going with my daughter who had to go to "Sunday" school which she said she enjoyed.<br />
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It's all fun and games until they start teaching the kids about fire and brimstone and if you do bad things you can always blame the mythical scapegoat instead of holding yourself accountable. <br />
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Moving on , it starts with the signing the praises and my father in law dressed in his best suit and his big assed bible singing along. <br />
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And praising.. did I mention he was a preacher. .. <br />
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The usual happens later, a verse from the bible and a special guest. In this case a Christian female singer and later a Mexican preacher with a big church in Dallas (where else!)<br />
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Then comes the part that is always the same every time I go to this church. The Preacher's wife who is also a preacher says the same speech which is "this church is a church of progress and prosperity ... how many of you think that? " people say amen and then she talks about how the church needs to be upgraded to move with the times.. she's asking for money. <br />
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And people are willing enough to tithe or give an offering or the first pay check of the month. Because it says so in the Bible. <br />
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In case you're wondering what a Tithe is, it's when you give 10 percent of your earnings to the church.<br />
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My brother in law was having a bit of fun with me by handing me an envelope and telling me "give me your tithe and I'll hold on to it for you till next week!" <br />
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I smiled a bit.<br />
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Then this Mexican preacher gave us a sermon about how we have to tithe because it's bad for us to have so much money and we can't take it with us when we die and can't go into heaven. He used different wording but I got the message loud and clear.<br />
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I'm broke as it is right now and even if I wasn't, I'm not falling for this shit. <br />
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But it got me thinking about doing something to help my business grow with regards to baking. <br />
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More on that another time.<br />
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This guy dragged on and I was wondering what time was I going to take my daughter home to feed her dinner and every one else was wondering when they were going to leave to watch the rest of the match that determined who own the Spanish League. (REAL MADRID!)<br />
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I was glad to be home with a cup of tea and my daughter fed, changed with homework done and sleeping.<br />
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The weird part of the evening was about to start.<br />
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I have a side hustle which involves selling stuff that we don't use or need anymore and I advertise my bakery business. <br />
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I got a message from a guy who said he wanted to buy a pair of shoes I was selling.<br />
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I thought great , he's either buying them for a spouse or girl friend or it was the girl friend or spouse using the guy's account.<br />
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Here's where it gets weird, he then asks me if I know someone who would like to go swimming with him for free and then proceeds to tell me that he has a fetish of feet and legs which I thought ok, I won't judge whatever floats your boat as long as you're buying my shoes.<br />
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Then he insists that I go with him swimming and that's when I tell him that he's made a mistake and I'm not interested. He tells me thanks and stops bothering me.<br />
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WTF? No really? <br />
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I don't know which is more disturbing. Going to church and watching how all these people stupidly chant and sing like zombies and hand over the money they need to survive or this guy.<br />
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With that said and done, Namaste till next time.Morganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02672065008298173170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821399402787194776.post-46522700762536386792017-05-21T14:16:00.000-07:002017-05-21T14:16:45.983-07:00My plans for more blog pages.Namaste guys! It's Sunday and I'm back for another instalment of Morgana in Madrid. <br />
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Yesterday after my brief return introduction of where my life is at right now I mentioned two new blogs which I will be introducing. Morgana's world , which will be about me reviewing bars, restaurants and other places to go . <br />
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Yes I will be posting videos and pictures as well. The videos will probably be from my you tube channel also called Morgana's world. <br />
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I'm also going to be critiquing some food, Because let's face it, food is important and if like it enough, I will make a similar version on my other channel "Morgana's Kitchen"<br />
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Morgana's Kitchen is pretty much going to be about food. I've become pretty handy at baking and learned some tricks on the way. I will post some of my recent creations , including the really challenging ones.<br />
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I already have a facebook page called "Jasmine's Cakes" which I will add the link at the end of this blog.<br />
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Why so many projects and what's with the Side Hustling? I'll tell you.<br />
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A lot of people think that I'm in Madrid and I'm having the best time of my life with a high end paying job. <br />
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That can only get you so far when you've got a family and bills and you don't want your partner to keep bailing you out financially. (don't ask!)<br />
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I can't wait to get started. Currently I am almost broke but that's going to change, because once I get out there more and stop being a chicken , the world is my oyster. <br />
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That goes for anyone else who is wondering if they have something that they can offer the world. You have! Don't be afraid.<br />
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With that said , Namaste til the next time!Morganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02672065008298173170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821399402787194776.post-48395839472792945992017-05-20T14:22:00.000-07:002017-05-20T14:22:51.341-07:00Namaste guys, I'm back!Namaste guys, I'm back after a long break from blogging. <br />
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With everything going on I've decided to be myself more than ever because who wants to keep pretending to be something they're not? I certainly don't. <br />
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I've spent the last few years wondering what the heck happened to all my plans of going to live in a new city and bbeing the person I've always wanted to be but couldn't back home. <br />
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I moved to Madrid on March 26th 2008, 24 hours before my 29th birthday. I was moving in with a friend who turned out to have issues with everyone, including herself. My best friend was out there to give me moral support and has been continuing to do so since then. <br />
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More than 3 months later I moved out and lived on my own in Goya. By then I had found a job which I'm still in to this day but will leave . <br />
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Things didn't work out. I'm not a party girl, I don't do clubs and I don't appreciate being pimped to people and expect to show reverence because you did me a favour which I have always shown gratitude. <br />
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Moving on, I found some of the best places to go to in Madrid , and I'm still looking because there are more places to check out apart from night clubs and go bar crawling. <br />
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In case I haven't mentioned it before, I love food, I love historical places and I love music. <br />
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I don't care if Bono from U2, liked to go drinking in this Popular Irish Pub in the Centre of Madrid. I mean it's cool, but one of the two times I was there, just as we were leaving (the ex flat mate from my first place in Madrid)<br />
this guy walked in and we just stared at each other like "hey do I know you! " and I thought I'm pretty sure he's a dancer. 5 months later, there he was on stage. 1 year later , I looked at a charity calender I bought in Madrid in 2007 with naked artists and there he was! <br />
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And do not get me started with my love affair with the restaurant VIPS. <br />
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I met this guy who I'm still with now despite all the ups and downs . He's not perfect and he's got some issues that he needs to deal with concerning beliefs and education but hey he makes an awesome ceviche and is handy with a sewing kit! <br />
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I became a mum to a little girl who's Now 4 years old and is into those silly toy review videos on you tube so much that she wants me to "call" Ryan's mum and ask her if he's allowed to come over and play. <br />
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It's hysterical because she comes out with funny things and she does drive me nuts by waking me at 2 am for milk and the twinkle twinkle little star song and she will tell you off if you cross the road when the little red man is still flashing!<br />
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why am I back you are asking? <br />
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Because it's time I do something constructive with my blog and a you tube account that I haven't done anything besides post comments and look up videos.<br />
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I came here to Madrid 9 years ago because I wanted to make a difference ce in my life and enlighten others through blogging and go to all the cool places in Madrid and review a ton of stuff.<br />
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Well that is what I'm going to do and more. <br />
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Morgana's World and Morgana's Kitchen. <br />
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just like Rick Grimes I enter a place where it seems cool but ít turnns out to be darn scary. Now thinking back, I´d rather teach my daughter common sense and how to think like divine human being without the fear of guilt instead of spendind the next 22 years of her life feeling unhappy and with a lot of questions.<br />
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I was a bit pissed off when I discovered that some guy from David´s christian church decided to speak to him alone pointing him out that his "way of living" is "wrong" and he needs to make some choices. one of them was not sleeping with his partner. in other words me. <br />
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Oh God another "sex police" wannabe. there is nothing wrong with sex.. I doubt it was created just for procreating.<br />
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he isn´t the first person to get on my nerves.<br />
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I had a dream that warned me about my new friend and her family. needless to say since my birtday I have no heard from them since.<br />
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don´t get me wrong. I am grateful for the help these people gave to my daughter and myself but when I´m around these guys I can´´t be me. I have to listen to things that I can´t be bothered to listen to.<br />
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I´ll go by parts shall i? I found out later that they were christians then I discovered even later maybe too late that they´re a little hard core for my taste. some of the things they suggested for example removing what ever I have with "Hello Kitty" belonging to my daughter because it could slow down her process to speak was a bit of nonsense. <br />
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the older of her two boys is experimenting with some phrases and he came out with a comment which surprised me. what surprised me more was his mother telling me that children are born with evil. that was enough for me. <br />
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Their church they go to is even more extreme but I smell set up from the get to. now I have seen things like fainting, crying and so called "speaking in tongues" in other places, but this was going on every few minutes not to mention poeple screaming hysterically! and I don´t know what this reverend was trying to do with his staring though a little intimiating was no match for me. don´t have a staring contest with me. i invented that!<br />
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Valerie was a bit calm at first but after a few hours and then listening to the trumpet loudly, she began to feel uncomfortable and wailed. <br />
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Since then Í´ve listened to this poor boy tell me that my tattooes are bad, Monster High is bad.... and so forth.<br />
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There was me happy that i´d finally met a friend to talk to with a baby and now I wish that after the 3rd encounter I should have stayed at home.<br />
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Oh these people are really clever in opening th draw full of "shit" so you can feel vulnerable and sad so they can "save you" but once you tried to be you again they try to pu you down again.<br />
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My last encounter which annoyed me was when we were celebrating my sister in law´s birthday and some chick starts running her mouth by saying she saw me in a bar in Madrid the weekend before with Valerie. I said no it wasn´t me so she changed it to someone who looks like me. Luckily David believed me because we were at home around the time she claimed she saw me.<br />
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one of the 10 commandments is about not bearing false witness. christians my foot.<br />
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I am happy to go along and pretend I consent to my daughter to follow this hype but I refuse for her to be taught lies and stupidity.<br />
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If i do see my friends again i´ll pretend it´s business as usual because they´re not bad people, they´ve just got the "zombie" syndrome. <br />
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What would Rick Grimes do in a situation like this?Morganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02672065008298173170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821399402787194776.post-5130546080941436372012-09-18T13:28:00.000-07:002012-09-18T13:28:38.940-07:00Free to express myself by writing whenever I want!I use to paint and draw many years ago. It the only way I could express myself without having to speak because no one would listen and if even if it was my only way for me to express myself I was always put down and made fun of and this was from my own family members.
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slowly I gave up on art and secretly began writing. I say secretly because I did show a couple of people and although one gave me advice on how to make my work better some chick who couldn´t even speak English properly told me that I needed to make changes in the characters and I couldn´t use the person i wrote about as a muse.
i never showed anyone else.
I thought the cheek of this girl. It doesn´t matter what my story is about and who I chose as my my muses. For example my hero from the age of 9 and now is Bret Hart. whilel every girl in my age group were drooling over New Kids on The Block,Take That and other Boy Bands who eventually split, I had my eyes set on a person who wans´t a singer or an actor and while my parents and brother tries to get me to change with threats, insults and other people butting in, I didn´t listen.
Then afterward came, other muses, Carlos and then Jesus. two people who woke something in me and I had to write more.
of course I had a bot of compertition from writer wannabes who did nothing but pretend to support me then in their underground forums insult me. their stories were the same shit about kidnapping and torturing thier so called favorite singers.
One finds inspiration anywhere if they are open to it. Thsnks to my friend Mia who helped me to open up to new things and since May 2007, I began the journey of the next story i´m wirting.
In September of 2007, Met a person who inspired the wolf tattoo I´ve got on my left wrist and the book i´m working on while i´m maternity leave is slowly buliding up.
I´d like to thank everyone who believe in me and feel I have what it takes to write. everyone else can get stuffed.Morganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02672065008298173170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821399402787194776.post-71481019746406453232012-09-16T02:14:00.000-07:002013-04-01T07:26:14.216-07:00Back with more than 2 cents.It´s been more than a year since I posted something on here. I was in Italy and I was commenting about how a completely useless person who thinks he´s some big shot superstar thinks that he´s going to get a platinum for his songs if you can call them that. I try not to be a resentful person but it is really hard when I meet people who do nothing but let you down or stab you in the back or at least try to. One person that I am going to talk about claims to be David´s best friend. I say claim because he´s the most unreliable person I know and a hypocrite. The only thing that is worth some kind of appreciatioin on his part is that thanks to him, David and I are together but other than that I´m glald he´s kept his distance. Like David, Erick arrived from Peru on the same flight would you believe, recruited to work in Spain. the difference between the two is outstanding. I´m not saying it because David is my man but even long before we started going out, i could sence that there was something about Erick that I didn´t like. He´s never stopped telling everyone that he´s married but felt the need to shag any bird who didn´t know what kind of a person he was. then he would put his wedding band on like it makes him a better person. then he lectures me about moving to a side when David is suppose to bring the mother of two of his kids to Spain. like thst´s going to happen. Hé´s confused me with Emily. the girl he use to live with a few years back. Now that Erick´s wife in in Spain, suddenly he doesn´t want to be seen with us. apparantly she has a problem with David and me being together living together and having a baby. Like she´s going to pretend that before she came to Spain ahe wasn´t seeing anyone in Lima. No one is perfect and it doesn´t help thinking that you´re better than everyone else. the Truth will come out Erick and when it does you´re screwed! Before I go, i´d like to mention that the is Justice in the world. remember in previous posts there were comments about a worker named Jessica. she must have got on more people´s nerves apart from mine because they moved her from the post she had at the airport to another post far from her home. First Parla and then Toledo. I think it´s a tactic to bore her into quitting. there´s more. Another stuck up bossy cow also got her own. Erika, a so called hostess who´s not only rude to the customers but racist too, was releived of her post as hostess and demoted to regular worker. i´m not one to laugh at other people´s digraces but they deserve everything they get. Morganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02672065008298173170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821399402787194776.post-1113168695458985032010-08-21T12:43:00.001-07:002010-08-21T12:50:52.197-07:00Very far from the tooth fairy!!Remember a couple of years ago when I had tooth trouble and everyone was nagging me to see a dentist? <br /><br />Well after having been to the emergency room in Madrid and given pills. I thought that was the end of it. until 5 months later when it began coming out in pieces. I was left with half a wisdom tooth. it was a year later that I went to a dentist. I didn´t have a choice since it was my friend and sister of my boyfriend.<br /><br />a couple of weeks ago I was in agony. I thought it was gum problems but before I could say I´ll be fine, David was on the phone to his sister booking me a late night appointment to see her the next day. <br /><br />result.... Root canal on one of my front teeth. apaprantly it began rotting when the dentist in the UK. put in the filling when I chipped it. this was why I never went to dentists.<br /><br />And as for the rest of my wisdom tooth? it fell out in 2 pieces last week.<br /><br />The way the crisis is affecting spain these days I think I need to give the tooth fairy money and not the other way around.Morganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02672065008298173170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821399402787194776.post-40634965980822740552010-01-16T02:22:00.000-08:002010-01-16T15:55:03.156-08:00Being Me<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_enHs3vDGw-c/S1JRxcU2KGI/AAAAAAAAAng/eGWEu2FTA4Y/s1600-h/me1.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_enHs3vDGw-c/S1JRxcU2KGI/AAAAAAAAAng/eGWEu2FTA4Y/s320/me1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427490410793936994" /></a><br />I looked back at the last 12 months with joy sadness and perhaps with a different perception on how my life in Madrid has been since I last moved out of another flat. Somewhere between shoving all my belongings a shedload at a time on Metros for a week and then going on the move again using a shopping trolley from "Eroski" I discovered that I´d lost myself somewhere. <br /><br />And just recently I´ve found myself saying "where have you been?"<br /><br />OK I appreciate everyone´s intentions in wanting to help me find my way, get comfortable or what ever it is but, I need to do this my way. And if it means going through every single one of my chapters of the book I have been writing for almost 2 years and re wrtie it, then I will. <br /><br />Don´t get me wrong, I´ve had some interesting experiences and my experiences come to life when I´ve lived them.<br /><br />As some of you, once in a while my sixth sense decides to reveal itself. It can leave me shaken but For those who think that it´s evil or It´s messing around with I "Un Godly" things. perhaps they should dig deeper. I know that there are people who are hiding something. perhaps a gift that they were happy enough using when they were younger but got the "lecture" about how wrong it is. And maybe they still do it but hidden.<br /><br />The only difference with me is that I´ve only just started and I only want to do good. I only want to help if people let me. I don´t offer miracles because as I said I am still learning. <br /><br />Tings would be a lot easier if people just faced their fears. I know a couple of people who need to face theirs. I know what base of their fear is and they need to wake up and face them head on. Because I am not going to do it them for them.<br /><br />Last year I had to face one of mine. Of course what I didn´t know was that I was heading into an "ambush" which OK at the time worked. I couldn´t spend the rest of my life being angry at that person or at myself. It wasn´t my fault and that person wasn´t in his head at the time.<br /><br />The important thing is that I survivied and I´m free. <br /><br />I´ve decided to show my true colours at work. I said that I would be putting my foot down more often. I just take everything with a bit of calm. So what if there were a shed load of people queueing up for food? there were other restaurants as well in the airport and if the managers are so concerned that there aren´t enough chips why don´t they give them to the customers raw? Oh and this is precious. I can´t thank David for bringing me a box of fries anymore because these people immidiately think that we´re up to something. I don´t see anyone else giving me a hand in the kitchen and unless we have our hands all over each other then they can tslk but until then....<br /><br />So what if I speak more languages than they do. it´s a free country last time I looked and if I want to comment in English then I will.<br /><br />And this is the best part. I decided to lose some weight that I had put on during the summer so I asked a friend of mine to sell me some Herbalife products and then a month later I asked for her to sell me the liscence to sell so I can get the products at a discount. I managed to lose 20lbs in the first 2 and a hald months and sbout 30 inches of hips, thighs, bust and waist. which is impressive. I´m now what you call a size 36 in most Europrean clothes shops and I´d dropped 2 dress sizes. I feel better than I´ve felt in ages.<br /><br />But as usual some like to comment. I´ve heard some say that this is nothing bujt a fad diet, that it´s all going to go back on. Apart from the 6lbs I put on when I was in Italy, I stopped taking the products for a month and only gained 7 inches everywhere. Everyone at work can continue to eat the junk there which they call "food" if they can call it that because it marvels me how they can tell me that they´ve all put on weight since starting work there and ctitise my quest in putting heathly products in my body which have been selling for 30 years and the sole reason why the this product was created was so that people could lose weight safely and not put chemicals in their bodies. <br /><br />David takes Herbalife because he was nursing a pot belly that would make an "Ekeko" proud and he only had to take it once a day. And of course there were comments made towards him to. <br /><br />What you eat today, will have effects tommorow. believe me I´ve seen it in my family and other people I know. I´m not saying you can´t eat this or that. Just be careful.<br /><br />I seem to be taking a few other things with calm where as last year, I would have gotten upset, I guess some people need to learn that they are not the centre of the attention or God. I had an incident annoy me right off earlier today and I am not going to put up with it. rather than keeping quiet, I am going to politely make an issue about it.<br /><br />Sorry but no one will be spared this time.<br /><br />I think I have been patient long enough and the true me is not going to take a back seat again.Morganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02672065008298173170noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821399402787194776.post-39574708773056832112009-10-05T12:55:00.000-07:002009-10-05T13:25:02.511-07:00El Inti De Oro: a place worth getting Lost over.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_enHs3vDGw-c/SspPpSO7EeI/AAAAAAAAAmo/83MX2HtqQ3M/s1600-h/inti.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_enHs3vDGw-c/SspPpSO7EeI/AAAAAAAAAmo/83MX2HtqQ3M/s320/inti.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389207474789880290" /></a><br /><br />I thought since My Blog has mostly been about Madrid and up until a few months ago, I was reviewing musicals, concerts and other places I had been to. why not a restaurant. and Since I have made no secret at all that there are certain things I love and certain things I don´t like.<br /><br />We went when Mia back in April when she came over for a week, for the IL DIVO concert in Madrid.I arrived at her hotel room at midday and we spent the best part of early afternoon looking for a restaurant that some of my friends suggested we go and eat before going to the IL DIVO concert. It was called “RIBS”. Which gave you an idea of what was on the menu. Meat and lots of it. We didn't feel that this place had anything appetizing and since we had a meet and greet, there was no way we were going to this, full, bloated with meat breath.<br /><br />After that we got a bit lost looking for “Touch Me” a shop where they sell gothic clothes, for example, Corsets, capes and lots of weird and spooking things you might see in a Nacho Cano musical.<br /><br />We did find a couple of places which were the subjects of hauntings and murders, and there was some pretty interesting clothes shops that I hadn't seen before. This was Mia's first trip to Chueca and of course I couldn't resist showing her my favorite bench on Vasquez de Mella Square. Looking back on it, she wondered how close I must have been to meet everyone at the closing ceremony of Gay Pride in Madrid in 2008.<br /><br />Travelling all the way down to Anton Martin, we decided to see if we could find the “Peruvian” Place she wanted us to visit, ever since she came out to Support me in March 2008. She couldn't remember the name of the place, only that it was next to a vegetarian restaurant and it was in a corner street after passing the Westin Palace Hotel. The fact that it had been a few years since she had been there with her partner Ulf and their Spanish friends meant that we didn't have much to go on. We spent the best part of an hour looking for it and I suggested that we look for clues for example it might have some tapastry or it probably had a girl's name like a lot of the Peruvian places I'd been to. <br /><br />After making a wrong turn yet again, I suggested to Mia that we look on the next street. And said if it's not there we'll go else where. Suddenly Mia remembered that the restaurant may have been located where we would have originally turned. I had a feeling that It was around that area. She suddenly remembered that her friend was telling her about the attempted uprising in Congresso de Diputados in the early 80's. It was a bit of a coincidence that I was reading about this place the night before only to find out it was a clue. <br /><br />After a few steps, from the distance I could see something which looked like a sign with a gold disk. It rang a bell but as soon as I read “Peruano” and Mia confirmed that this was the place. We went straight in.<br /><br />My God was the place impressive. It everything in there was Peruvian all over. Even the waitresses were dressed in traditional costumes. There were maps, paintings tapastry and a table with every food product you'd find in Peru. We were quite hungry but it took us ages to figure out what we wanted to eat. Since the vegetarian stuffed yucca wasn't on this menu, we decided to try something else. I hadn't tried it yet even since going out with David and he's suppose to be an expert at making this dish. (he is as well, he even taught me.) The ever impressive Ceviche.<br /><br />Ceviche or “Cebiche” is a dish which is prepared with either fish or seafood. It's marinaded in lime juice for a few minutes. I didn't think there was anything more delicous than Sushi until I tried this. I guess it's Peruvian “Sushi” because the fish is raw. Still that didn't stop us from ordering one between us as a starter. That and a “Pisco Sour” each. <br /><br />I have to say that was heavenly, but I will argue that David makes a delicious version with Octopus. yum<br /><br />I may have explained that this, (Pisco Sour that is,) is a typically Peruvian cocktail made with a drink called “Pisco” and from what I understand contains syrup, lemon juice, egg white and sugar. This tasted better than the other version we had in September. It was sweet,it gave you a warm feeling on the inside and even though you could taste the strength of the alcohol, you could feel it. That was what a cocktail was suppose to taste like.<br /><br />We ordered a “Picante Camarones” each. Which was a sea food dish with a rich creamy sauce. There were about 6 Tiger Prawns or Crayfish, I'm not sure what, the plate was nicely decorated but not to the point where you thought “wait are you suppose to eat it or put it on display?” We thought the music was very relaxing, typical folk music (I'll get back to what it's called.) <br /><br />I thought the signs on the toilets were a scream. They were typical Peruvian expressions used to describe the opposite sex, like “Guys and Dolls” “Dudes and Chicks” this was “Cholitos and Cholitas” I though it was hysterical. I did explain to Mia afterwards and she told me the stories Ulf told her of his <br />childhood in Lima. <br /><br />Time for another “Pisco Sour”. We realised that the glass was a lot bigger than the one that we each drank from in “Fogon de Claudia”. <br /><br />Needless to say that the second glass was making us tipsy. Very tipsy.<br /><br />No meal would have been complete without a dessert so we tried something that we didn't know what it was. “Suspiro Limena” or “Limean Sigh” I guess it means it was discovered in Lima. And what a discovery. It was a caramel based dessert. Forget “Dulce de Leche” this was delicious! That and the coffee liquer shot with cinnammon we had each compliments of the house. <br /><br />It was their way of saying “We know you think this place costs an organ to eat here but we want you to tell everyone the food is great and we treated you really good so you can come back again and again!”<br /><br />Mia Obviously came back and I did too.<br /><br />there is a Menu of the day where if you have no Idea what to have as a starter, they bring you a dish with every Starter you can think of, with Papa rellena, Ceviche, Anticuchu, yucca... yum.<br /><br />Anyway if you happen to be in Madrid and want to try something Peruvian with a 5 star feel. this is the place.<br /><br />for more details. here´s the website.<br /><br />http://www.intideoro.com/Morganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02672065008298173170noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821399402787194776.post-46316062169532255182009-09-28T07:06:00.000-07:002010-01-16T04:39:31.359-08:00Saying Fairwell to a Good friend and an Era.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_enHs3vDGw-c/SsDDZBg66uI/AAAAAAAAAmY/rKR9iagyIAU/s1600-h/mummy+Norma.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_enHs3vDGw-c/SsDDZBg66uI/AAAAAAAAAmY/rKR9iagyIAU/s320/mummy+Norma.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386519989005773538" /></a><br /><br /><br />I have been contemplating on how to write this blog over the last month and words seemed to fail me. I always knew this day would come but it still doesn´t ease the pain. I am going to talk about my late Friend Norma and what kind of person she was.<br /><br />Norma passed away last August in her sleep in hospital which at least is a comfort knowing that she wasn´t in any pain. She did how ever have a number of ailments but that never got her down, she just continued to live her life. <br /><br />When I first met her in October 2005, it was outside London Studios with my mother and a whole load of other women waiting who all had one goal. To meet IL DIVO. There was a Meet and Greet organized by the management of this group because they knew that there were going to be a lot of fans there due to the TV show the group were appearing on. What we didn´t know was that they were going to be filming the Meet and Greet for their first DVD “Encore”.<br /><br />This camera guy was there asking lots of questions on why we were there and which Divo we preferred. There was me being quizzed on which one I liked best and I of course said Carlos for the voice. Norma was next to us and we´d just met. When the camera guy asked what she would like to see next from IL DIVO, her answer was “I´d like to see Carlos with nothing but a white Apron!" I thought it was hysterical. She then introduced herself and told us this was the probably one of the craziest things she´d done in years since her late husband passed away.<br /><br />We got on great. We were talking about the up and coming world tour which would start in the UK in April 2006 and she was planning to come to the Wembley concerts. She was telling us stories of all the places she´s visited in the last few years with and without her husband. She was married to a Maltese called Charlie who looked a lot like my dad, and well after many years with this guy she spoke Maltese. She had a black sister called Hilda whom she explained was her adopted sister, because 4 years previously Hilda´s mother had decided to adopt Norma during her stay in Zimbabwe. <br /><br />Norma was starting to rub off on my mother and I at this rate. She told us that she went to bed with a different man every night, but she was actually referring to was her mp3 player, she then pointed out was now that there were four men she went to bed with every night. I filled her in on all the stuff I knew about IL DIVO by then, especially on Carlos to which she answered “God Tina you know a hell of a lot on Carlos, I hope you don´t call out his name when you´re in bed with your boyfriend. We were crying with laughter. <br /><br />Since then we´d call each other every week to see how we were and sometimes I´d go around for Dinner. She made a mean roast and even though she was diabetic, she always had some sweets for after for me. When I told her that for my birthday, I was going to Dublin to see IL DIVO, she said she was also going, even though I was in the 3rd row and she was sitting somewhere high above with the “Gods”. We were going to spend it together. When a week before the concert I managed to find a seat in the 3rd row and asked if she was interested, we sold the ticket she already had and bought this seat and it was the best birthday present ever. Sitting in the 3rd row of a concert listening to my favourite group with my “second” mummy and her “flashing” lips.<br /><br />We did all kinds of things together. By chance we discovered this South American Restaurant, which served the biggest Argentine steak, I had ever seen for a reasonable price. We travelled to Berkshire for the annual UK IL DIVO fan convention, and that was hysterical enough. But she was great company and a brilliant room mate too. She told me that I´d better not snore or gab her during the night. She was always full of jokes. <br /><br />The funniest moments with Norma was whenever we had a chance to see IL DIVO up close and personal. <br /><br />2 days before we due to fly to Dublin for my birthday, we were there waiting at London Studios, very early in the morning, freezing our butts, as well as our toes, and we did meet 2 of the four Divos. (two of them were ill) and lucky for us. Our dear Carlitos was there. Norma told him we were going to Dublin and he and the others should look out for us because we´d be “flashing” Carlos´ face was a picture. She finally got her photo with him and we got one with the three of us together.<br /><br />Another moment took place when the guys were promoting their third Album “Siempre” and Pete Their manager at the time, had decided to let four fans in at a time and Norma was in front and went in the building to meet them. She asked Sebastien and Carlos if they could sign some photographs of her with them and they agreed. Then they looked closer at the photos and saw that they were puppet versions of them.<br /><br />It won´t be the same without Norma. There were a lot of people who kept asking what is a woman in her late sixties doing hanging around with a someone who was in her 20´s. These were comments from people who didn´t know Norma at all. Norma may have been 68, but she sure didn´t act like it. She act like she was 21 and nothing was Taboo with her. She had lived and experienced it all and wasn´t shy about telling you.<br /><br />When I last saw her, she didn´t look too well. She´d lost a lot of weight and she´d just got some more bad news about her health. But she was optimistic about the next event that was going to take place in her life which left my mother and I shocked. <br /><br />She asked me a ton of questions about David and when she heard my mum say she was going to kick his butt if he ever hurt me, Norma replied that she would too. Like I said she was a second mother to me. I could tell her all kinds of stuff and nothing could faze her.<br /><br />The last place we went to together was at the Colombian place. I fancied Ceviche was a starter and I´d told her how good it was, but it wasn´t the version that I usually ate in Madrid and neither her or my mother liked this version. We had Chicarron as a main and some cheese cake thing and caramel dessert for afters. She took a while to get home. She had to take her time with everything but that didn´t matter because we caught up on a lot of things. <br /><br />She will be missed greatly by a lot of people world wide. When she connected to the IL DIVO forum in 2006, she made a lot of friends. Some we would meet at concerts.<br /><br />Norma was a fine example of not giving up when things really got bad. I couldn´t believe the amount of medication she was on. She looked fine to me, but like I said, that never brought her down, it only made her stronger. She was determined to live her life to the fullest and the lesson here is that we should all do the same.<br /><br />Her departure has left a void in my heart as well as my life. But she always told me that she was prepared for this, she had her will made long ago which included how she wanted her funeral to be even the music. She said she wanted a lone piper playing “Amazing Grace”. She was truly amazing person.<br /><br />Goodbye Mummy Norma. I will miss you lots.Morganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02672065008298173170noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821399402787194776.post-88127565771471974622009-06-19T02:41:00.001-07:002009-06-19T02:59:40.401-07:00What a Difference A Year Makes part 1<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_enHs3vDGw-c/SjthhPK0QjI/AAAAAAAAAf4/b48FBpoyDYE/s1600-h/n651360458_6876192_5627584.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_enHs3vDGw-c/SjthhPK0QjI/AAAAAAAAAf4/b48FBpoyDYE/s320/n651360458_6876192_5627584.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348976206068073010" /></a><br />i bought myself a Journal earlier this week. I like to make a note of things that happen in my life so I can eventually write about it. <br /><br />I bought a Journal last year when I Was in Dublin because deep down I knew that when I got back, the shit was truly going to hit the fan. And I wasn´t wrong. <br /><br />And boy did I write, <br /><br />Of course the night before I moved into my new flat in Goya I was warned not to mention the conversation that was between myself, my ex friend and flat mate and her mother. well I didn´t say a word because they did all the talking. I didn´t want to give them the satisfaction. so I kept a mental score.<br /><br />When I finally moved into my new flat, that was when things started to change. No more being badgered into going to a bar with only 4 people in it. no more being pimped to guys, no more having to listen to constant moaning about the partner of a Certain Swiss opera Singer. <br /><br />Of course having spent over 500 euros on the deposit of my room and the rent, I was left with very little to spend for the month. that still didn´t stop me from buying the basics like food, tooth paste and washing powder. I Still got to go for the occasinal drink. And yes there was Gay Pride, that party was free. <br /><br />Now moving on, My laptop sort of took over my journal and now I am about to be left without a laptop because my "Brother in Law" Suko is going to upgrade it for me. so I have to write the old fashioned way.<br /><br />And believe me, by the time I get my lap top back, the journal will be pretty full because not only will it be about my life so far but they´ll be some feed back on the other books I am writing.<br /><br />Another one has now appeared. "La Gran Locura" exactly what it says on the tin. it´s about friendship, work, love and a trip out side of Europe.<br /><br />My friend Vivi is about to take a trip out of Europe herself. she´s off to Canada and then the US. first to see her favourite French Canadian Comedian who is quite cute, then she´s off to See Il Divo. lucky her.<br /><br />I´m lucky that I am making a trip at all this year. To London. It´s about time too. I will be going alone because for David to get a visa appointment, he has to wait until 2011. <br /><br />Still we can always do Sweden. Mia´s already offered her place for me and David.<br /><br />more next time.Morganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02672065008298173170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821399402787194776.post-90764100857037790342009-05-19T03:01:00.000-07:002009-05-19T03:11:01.064-07:00A Time for Reflection.I´ve been away from here for the last two months. <br /><br />my last blog was about being invited to an Evangelist chruch by the last person who I´d expect to invite me. I´d gone through changes. An end of an era had occured and another one recently began.<br /><br />I don´t even know where to begin, but I´m at a place in my life at the moment that I´m happy. <br /><br />Although it´s been hard.<br /><br />My relationship with a certain person has started all over again. i like it how it is now because it´s more relaxed. everyone thinks we´ve gotten back together but I always like to point out that "We´ve just begun!" I don´t think they understand and I don´t expect them to.<br /><br />The things it has taken for me to calm down while´I´m at work. certain people still try to make life difficult for me and sometimes I see or hear things that make me feel like turning into "Wolverine". but I´ve now taken a calm approach to things.<br /><br />A lot has happened and when I can I will explain them a bit at a time. because there is a lot to write about.<br /><br />but there has been one thing that I will write about briefly. <br /><br />I am planning a trip. it´s a crazy one. so crazy that I am writing a fiction about it.<br /><br />I´ll keep you posted<br /><br />Hugs<br /><br />MorganaMorganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02672065008298173170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821399402787194776.post-48526173259998978072009-03-06T08:39:00.000-08:002009-03-06T08:49:39.673-08:00When the law goes a bit mad.Thought I´d give this case a mention because this guy involved needs to know that we´re on his side. <br /><br />I found out about the case of David Goldman through a fellow blogger and having read everything that this guy has been through in the last few years it made me think of my my male friends and co workers. <br /><br />David Goldman´s son Sean was kidnapped by his mother Bruna Ribiero who has since passed on and was taken to Brazil. More information is on this following website.<br /><br />http://www.bringseanhome.org/home.html<br /><br />personally if the ex partners of my friends suddenly turned around and said "Sorry you can´t see your son,daughter or kids" as some have got more than one, they would fight tooth and nail to say "like hell I won´t.<br /><br />Sadly David has been fighting the Brazilian Courts for years. let´s hope that justice prevails and the good guy wins.<br /><br />I know there are cases of dead beat dads but recently I´ve met a few who despite the situation or reason that ended the relationship with the mother of their child are still there for their kids, even if it is a phone call once a week.<br /><br />David, we´re with you on this one mate!!Morganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02672065008298173170noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821399402787194776.post-73812118950325535042009-02-06T09:49:00.000-08:002009-02-06T09:54:36.441-08:00On going Support to Two Special People.Yesterday I got a text message from Mia that made me say "huh?"<br /><br />With the internet working when it feels like it in my new flat and having gone back to work after a nice little holiday that has done me the world of good, I didn´t know what she was talking about.<br /><br />Today having bougnt a copy of Hola Magazine and been on the internet, reading the official post. It´s true, two of my favourite artists have now joined the statistics of many couples who spend who knows how much time apart.<br /><br />Carlos Marin and Geraldine Larossa aka Innocence are splitting. <br /><br />It´s sad to hear but I wish them both the best for the future.<br /><br />my opinion of both of them has not changed. <br /><br />I will still support both of them when I can.<br /><br />but still my heart is a little sore. <br /><br />hugs<br /><br />MorgaineMorganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02672065008298173170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821399402787194776.post-21409691078929827442009-02-02T09:21:00.000-08:002009-02-02T09:26:08.503-08:00Madrid in a blanket of snow and Chaos!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_enHs3vDGw-c/SYcsq2YDfmI/AAAAAAAAAeg/RmcSOo19Uyk/s1600-h/tn.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_enHs3vDGw-c/SYcsq2YDfmI/AAAAAAAAAeg/RmcSOo19Uyk/s320/tn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298252601287212642" /></a><br />WARNING: this contains some pretty strong swear words!!<br /><br /><br />I had lived in Madrid for 10 months and thought that by then I got use to the weather changes. Especially when I had to fork out more money for the high Utility bill which I know part of it was not my fault and had to wear god knows how many layers of clothing as well as 4 blankets in bed.<br /><br />But not having seen January in Madrid, I was not prepared for what happened one weekend. It was as if I was dreaming.<br /><br />I had read in fictional novels set at the beginning or General Franco's era in the 40's of what the winters in Madrid were like. There was snow and not dandruff flaky snow but real snow. My heart ached. I wanted to see Madrid like that but since global warming has fucked that up big time, I realised that I was not going to see that any time soon.<br /><br />I was in for a shock.<br /><br />One morning when, I let my cat out on to the balcony to use her litter box, I was flabbergasted. The cat for a start, was telling me in her “kitty†language “it's too cold even for me out here!†and I noticed the clothes on the washing line, my clothes had snow! I went back to my nice warm room which surprised me because it meant the heater had been switched on and looked out of my window and everything was covered in snow. <br /><br />It continued to snow all day long and I had to go out to the shops to get the groceries I didn't get the day before and it was a winter wonderland. My favourite city covered by snow! It didn't stop me from slipping a few times with my damn trainers I had been wearing since I got to Madrid and I had to wear my Peruvian sweater over another sweater as well as my coat, scarf made out of more than one Afghan fox and gloves.<br /><br />Luckily the Metro wasn't buggered, because I had to go to work that day and they were not taking “It snowed†as an excuse. All flights were cancelled and anyone who had the day off that weekend, were all called in to work. <br /><br />The Queue from all the passengers who had their flights cancelled due to bad weather, didn't end and the worst part was that we had six tills opened and every damned customer was queuing up at my till. Even when Giovi who was one of the managers in charge politely asked them to form 5 other queues, they wouldn't. <br /><br /><br />There was me thinking the snow was fantastic, and imagined me on my day off playing in the snow. I hadn't seen so much snow since I was in my early 20's when It took me 3 hours to get home from College one night that finally after 2 hours of being on the bus, I walked home.<br /><br />Guess I didn't think of how the change in the weather would affect everyone at work. Most of us ended up doing an 11 hour shift that Friday night, and we were all on 10 minute breaks. I wasn't feeling that good that day because of my “monthly visitor†and I as irritable as the stranded passengers. Most of them were at the receiving end of my irritability, the ones that deserved it because they were annoying the hell out of me. I know they were annoyed with their flights being cancelled but it's hardly the airport's fault. <br /><br />We get enough crap from the airheads who work for certain flight companies who think just because they work for a big airline, they think they're better. It must have annoyed them rotten seeing that there was no way in hell they were going to get served that evening or the next day.<br /><br />The day after I took advantage of taking photos of where I previously lived at the time. The park was still covered in snow, the fountain had frozen over and I managed a sneaky photo of a cat looking a bit puzzled at the white stuff on the ground.<br /><br />Luckily there weren't as many arse holes in the queue later but poor Flora, the girl who had the thing for Dave was a bit upset because she had been working since 9.30 without taking a break. I did scare her a little by telling her that when she does go for a break, expect it to be short because of the customers. She was lucky.<br /><br />I was a particular good mood because that same day, I got the answer I had been waiting for. That I got the room I saw earlier in the week, when Mariana screwed me over with her so called bank appointment and I ended up with a fine from the underground which put me in a fowl mood for two days. I thought thank God for that. A bit of good news at least. <br /><br />By the time I got to Sunday afternoon for my afternoon shift, I was exhausted. I don't think I had ever had that much work since joining there, even during the summer. My energy was drained big time, I guess I was picking up on the energies of the upset and panicky passengers. There were a lot more Police and civil guards on patrol that weekend too. Well T4 does have a police station on the second floor. All I wanted to do was go to sleep and go home straight after. I was starting to imagine what the two weeks without Dave was going to be like when he was going to visit Peru. I guessed Hell. But I also thought of Canillejas and not having to take an hour to get to work. The idea of getting on the bus with Jessica to see the shocked look on her face made me laugh a bit.<br /><br />I guessed she would be one of the ones who would annoy the shit out of me the most whilst Dave was away.<br /><br />Giovi, bless him, every time we're working together on the same shift, tells everyone who likes to poke their nose in my business tells them to mind their own and acts like he's working my corner in a boxing match when ever it gets busy. Whenever I'm in one of my moods and I say “I feel like killing!†he often answers “Go ahead, kill, I'll gladly help!†Then he gets a bit disappointed when it's not the person he thinks I want to kill. It's usually some jerk customer who thinks they can out smart me!<br /><br />By Monday, some of the snow cleared. I still had to go to work but first of all I had some letters to post. The shocks didn't end there I can tell you. There was me thinking of a concert in Madrid that I would be going to with my best friend Mia and the fact that I would be on a different level to how I was in 2007. This incident on the way to the post office even if it was for 5 seconds and half of my nerves were everywhere, have taught me something more. <br /><br />This whole week was about new experiences and lessons as well as remembering the life lessons that I have already picked up while being living in Madrid.<br /><br />Meanwhile I was reflecting on what would happen if didn't move from Hortaleza. It was a moment of weakness that made me feel a bit queesy. All people do there is moan and complain about anything that apparently is not their “normâ€. I would have probably frozen to death on the terrace from the cold, with Mitzy the poor dog who I forget what breed she is, the only people who actually pay attention to her are the men in that flat. I think she and my cat would have got on great.<br /><br />But I don't live there now and the weekend it snowed, made me see how lucky I am that I survived all the elements Mother Nature decided to throw at me.Morganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02672065008298173170noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821399402787194776.post-58304264826762757682009-01-28T06:37:00.000-08:002009-01-29T11:28:50.993-08:00The Incredible Shrinking Me.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_enHs3vDGw-c/SYIDZSpR76I/AAAAAAAAAeY/-ZPzfXVMTK0/s1600-h/101_1458.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_enHs3vDGw-c/SYIDZSpR76I/AAAAAAAAAeY/-ZPzfXVMTK0/s320/101_1458.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296799844777717666" /></a><br />The other day when I was taking a walk to Cuidad Lineal, I noticed that my jeans seemed to be looser than the week before. So I decided to weigh myself. I thought it's probably nothing, I've worn out these jeans for the last fortnight I couldn't have possibly lost weight but in fact the scales weren't lying and neither were the clothes that were a little tight on me either.<br /><br />I did begin to wonder how is it possible that I lost weight this week.<br /><br />In the last month, ever since the early days of January I've lost 11lbs in body weight. That's three lbs short from a stone. Now I would be lying if I said that I'm following a meticulous dieting regime where no sugar, fat or carbs were allowed but the truth is, that in the last week, I've done nothing but eat rubbish. Not to mention candy and chocolate sundaes. Last Saturday I had two egg and sausage Mac Muffins.<br /><br />It could be a number of things and pregnancy isn't one of them. You're suppose to put on weight not lose it, unless there is something really wrong. I am not taking dieting pills and grapefruit juice is a little hard to come by where I now live.<br /><br />There are a few things that I've stopped eating or eating less of. For starters, I don't eat white bread any more. I didn't eat so much of it back in London but seeing that it's cheaper I use to buy lots of it. But for an extra euro, I am willing to make this sacrifice. I don't eat so much mayonnaise and introduced a lot of vegetables and salads in my diet. There are a lot of other things I am not eating. I wish I can say chocolate but I'm a woman for God's sake.<br /><br />I know it can only be one thing. Stress. With moving stuff, from flat to flat, Moses being away in Peru, that time of the month arriving two weeks after the last one and having to deal with the 30 and 40 something women all acting like they're five at work, I'm overstressed. I wonder if the grey hair I found this morning was the result of the last couple of weeks. That and the in explainable weight loss. <br /><br />That grey hair was not there last week that´s for sure!<br /><br />Don't get me wrong I am really happy that I've lost weight but 11lbs in the space of 3 weeks for me is not normal unless I weigh 90 kilos which I don't.<br /><br />I need to get to the bottom of what ever it is that is making me lose weight. Sometimes when I get back from my walk from where ever it is I am going, I feel really light headed and dizzy and that's 3 hours after I've eaten a big meal. I <br /><br />I was ironing my uniform and I came across one pair of pants that I have to wear. I have them in different sizes, 12 and 14. I thought the 12s were the bigger size until I started Ironing the other pair. And as for the T shirt, God it's huge!<br /><br />Right if this keeps up I will need to seek medical advice, even if it is in the most depressing district in the City of Madrid. Perhaps there is an explanation to all this. Hopefully it's not Thyroid or even worse a tapeworm.<br /><br />I'll keep you posted on how things are.<br /><br />Hugs <br /><br />Morgana.Morganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02672065008298173170noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821399402787194776.post-55334083538838539762009-01-26T11:38:00.000-08:002009-01-26T12:30:59.704-08:00The Wild Chick Returns.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_enHs3vDGw-c/SX4dbqFpBMI/AAAAAAAAAd4/FP8Q9o5dCBc/s1600-h/101_1441.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_enHs3vDGw-c/SX4dbqFpBMI/AAAAAAAAAd4/FP8Q9o5dCBc/s320/101_1441.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295702572825904322" /></a><br />I can't believe it's been three months since I last posted a blog on here.<br /><br />Well a lot has happened in the last three months. I've moved again for one thing. The rent was way too high where I was living and keeping my poor kitten locked up in my room while I went to work was not what I had planned when I decided to move into the flat. <br /><br />I've had no internet for 3 months and I was paying for a subscription which I was not getting at all. I thought with the money I was forking out I could have easily got wireless but nevermind.<br /><br />Work is still the same, apart from the fact that although January is when things go quiet, it has been really busy but more on that later on. <br /><br />Oh yeah and Moises is visiting family in Peru there are a number of co workers mostly the women, hell bent to make my life a misery. it makes me wonder if they have anything better to do.. guess not.<br /><br />While saying goodbye to Moises at the airport, I did meet his sister too which for me is a lot when a guy introduces his girlfriend to members of his family. it was a very hard goodbye. but the 10th Feb is around the corner.<br /><br />I have a lot of catching up to do. I need to find a flight to Stockholm to visit Mia but it's not as easy as it once was. But I'm sure they'll be some kind of sign telling me what to do.<br /><br />OK enough blabbing for now. the Internet here is a little limited and I just wanted everyone to know that I am alive and well. <br /><br />Sadly the cat had to go but she's in a nicer place instead of being locked up. I've always said, I don't want an unhappy cat.<br /><br />hugs<br /><br />TinaMorganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02672065008298173170noreply@blogger.com3