Depression – soon you might be an old friend.

It this the end of my depression?

Guess who’s back, back again, Kirsty’s back, tell a friend.

This is quite a bizarre feeling, I didn’t even realise it until a few weeks ago, but I feel ‘fine’. Not sure if ‘fine’ cuts it, I feel ‘great’ – Tony the tiger great.

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For someone diagnosed with depression, who monitored her every feeling for fear falling back into the ‘darkness’ I sure did miss the turning point in my mental health, much like failing to see the dark path into depression. But I think, think, there’s light ahead, I’m pretty sure I see a flicker of hope and normality, in the not too far future.  Continue reading “Depression – soon you might be an old friend.”


The Jess Song

I wrote a song for Jess, in no way shape or form is it inspired or a rip off of John Legend’s ‘All of me’ ….okay, it is.

I wrote a song for Jess, in no way shape or form is it inspired or a rip off of John Legend’s ‘All of me’ ….okay, it is. Just think yourself lucky I didn’t record me singing it! I recon I’m a good 1000 blogs away from becoming YouTube confident. Can you imagine the amount of bleeps I would need to add to cover my language?! Jesus, no. I’d need an 18 rating!

It’s best you have the tune of ‘All of me’ in your head before you read my ‘song’ – which I’m going to title….mmm, thinking….yup, ‘All of Jess’. Oft, telling you, if I don’t start winning award’s for my strokes of genius soon, well, there’s going to be a global outcry! Continue reading “The Jess Song”

30 Things… you will want to teach your toddler immediately.

There’s no healthy and safety in here, only sanity and ‘please give me peace’ safety to be found.

Continuing with the long run up to my big 3-0 celebrations (previous 30 things), I have complied a list of 30 things you will want to teach your toddler immediately.

I may not have won any patenting awards just yet, but listen, toddlers are grade A tormentors and if you want your life to be as easy as possible, then there a few pivotal things you must teach them… Continue reading “30 Things… you will want to teach your toddler immediately.”

Real Neat Blog Award

Real Neat Blog award. With thanks to Mahbuttitches for the nomination. Go check her blog 🙂

Well hello there, Mahbuttitches! And thank you very, very much for the nomination. I do like doing a wee blog award now and again, especially when I’m going through a bit of a bloggin lull, like at the moment.

Myself and Mahbuttitches are actually the same person. For reals. I have two blog accounts. Kiddin, I don’t. There is some kind of weird cosmic voodoo going on that has aligned us together. My sister from another mister – or the same mister, I don’t know, I’l need to check with my father – is one of my favourite bloggers. I love her humour, her attitude and her bravery. She openly and honestly discusses herself in all it’s nitty gritty glory, mental health and all. Goldblum and her kids play main roles in her blog. I genuinely just love how ‘this is me, get over it’ she is. It’s refreshing and honest. I feel like I could call her up and be like ‘I’m having the worst day, my hair is frizzy’ and she would reply ‘are you fluffing serious woman? Sort your shit out and get a grip’. We all need that kind of friendship in life.

I would highly recommend you go check her out, you are seriously missing out if you don’t. Namastae – she loves the yoga too.

Rules for The Real Neat Blog Award

1. Put the award logo on your blog
2. Thank the people who nominated you, linking to their blogs
3. Answer the 7 questions asked by the person who nominated you
4. Nominate any number of bloggers you like, linking to their blogs
5. Let them know you nominated them (by commenting on their blogs, etc.)
6. Ask your nominees 7 questions

My Questions from the butt scratcher, mahbuttitches:

1.What is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?

I’m not sure, but I am sure that I will fart in your general direction.

2. God dammit! Who put a question mark on the teleprompter?!

Oh my days, I love Anchor Man. In fact I love all Will Ferrel-ness! Big fan! The teleprompter scene in Anchor man always reminds me of Bruce Almighty when Evan talks gibberish. Right up my street with that immature, silly, sense of humour. Makes me laugh just thinking about it!

3. On a Friday night (or any night ending in y), what is your go to delivery order?

I’m not even ashamed to admit this, I don’t have a go to delivery as I order in so bloody much. It’s a bit ridiculous. We never food shop as we are both full time working parents….and lazy to boot. So, pretty much there is never decent food in the house. You would think this would make us slim-jims, alas, it’s the opposite. No food equates to us ordering food more often than we would like. To be fair, we have cut back…I think we made it through a whole week without getting take away….that was 2 weeks ago. Maybe ordered in twice last week. Really though, we need to stop this before either one of our hearts puts a stop to it!

I would like to say my go to is pizza, but since Dave can’t have gluten we opt between Chinese or Indian. I’m quite the fan of a chicken tikka chasni and rice in the one container, means I can have chips and cheese on the side…after the chicken pakora.

I know, it’s terrible. I’ll try cut back….starting tomorrow. I had a Mcds today, buuuuut, does that count since it’s not a delivery? I think not, result!

4.What is your favorite quote or one you find most inspirational?

Oh that is a good question. I’m never a one for favourites, I often joke I’m dead inside as I never have ‘favourites’ of anything, other than brand of baked beans – then I’ll get all in yo face about my favourite and best brand!

So my favourite quote? Mmm, I would have to say I don’t have one. However, positive affirmations and positive outlooks do resonate with me. More so now, while I ride out my depression adventure. There is one ‘quote’ that flies around my mind and has always stuck with me – “There is no such thing as ‘can’t” – my dad would say this a lot (and still does), especially to his karate students, to those that would say they ‘can’t’ do a a certain move or whatever. He would always reply with ‘there is no such thing as ‘can’t’. And he is right. He taught me to always try, don’t easily (or at all) dismiss something without trying it first, try and try again and have the attitude that you can do it. He’s always my biggest fan, your biggest fan, anyone’s biggest fan. I’m thankful that he taught me to try and I believe this is where I get my ‘I can do it’ attitude. So, I guess this would is my favourite and most inspirational quote 🙂

5. If you could speak to any person in the world – alive or dead – who would it be?

Ohhhhhh what a tough question. Do I opt for a dead celebrity? Do I interrogate an evil dictator from days gone past? Do I have a sit down meal with Freddie Mercury? Ohhhhh!

Tempting. Yet, I think the person I would most like to meet and speak with would be David’s deceased grandfather. He passed before David and I met. He was, and continues to be, a huge figure in his family. I have heard countless stories about him, how he made a life for himself and his family, his generosity and his presence. After hearing and seeing his legacy I wish I had the opportunity to meet the ‘Godfather’ in real life.

6. If you had only three questions to ask the person above, what would they be?

Ohhhhh this is even tougher than the one above, in fact I only seen this after I answered number 5, if I had seen it first it might have influenced my choice. I’ve sat and thought about this, I’ve even asked David. But I cannot put together a list and not one that I would like to share, as this is encroaching on David’s family and privacy. I’m not all that comfortable sharing what I would like to ask. Don’t be too intrigued it’s noting juicy, I’m just shy.

7. When you’re having a bad day, or you just need something good to think about – do you go to a memory or a dream?

I would have to say that I have a collage of thoughts when I’m having a bad day. No specific memory or dream, I guess, it depends on the type of bad day. If it’s a crazy depression fueled bad day, I tend to think of sentences my therapist has said. She reminds me to be kind to myself and thoughts will pass – if I let them. If I’m just having a bit of a crappy day, I will try to drum up memories that put one of those weird smiles on your face, you know, the smiles that occur as you are walking to the office while thinking about your toddler patting you on the knee for doing a ‘good poo poo’. I tend to think of funny moments I have shared with friends and family. Even silly things like the night of ’10 times’ I shared with my BFFer. No, not that 10 times, more along the lines of hormones and wine, and well what happens when two emotional wine woman come together in a hotel room – For the love of Pete! No, no that type of come together. Enough. I’m making this worse.

My questions for those that wish to answer, that includes the nominated and everyone and anyone reading this, are:

  1. Where in the world are you? Why are you there and do you like it?
  2. Sex before marriage, is it a sin?
  3. What, if any, is your biggest gripe with ‘society’?
  4. Describe the political climate you are surrounded by? Left or right? And do you feel the same?
  5. What do you do to ‘recharge’?
  6. What is your guilty pleasure?
  7. What is your biggest achievement to date? Personal, career or otherwise.

My hand picked, finger clicked nominations are….*drum roll please*…







As always, there is no obligation to respond and sorry if I have nominated anyone that hates awards and I haven’t noticed. Theses are just a few of my favorite reads at the moment.

Also, I had better nominate Sass Pants over at Esther’s blog or I will receive a torrent of abuse. Don’t go to her blog. There is no great writing to see there. I just speak to her in the hope that one day she will tire of me and leave me alone. Some day soon I hope.


A Spontaneous Birth – is that a thing?

It’s almost the anniversary, the ‘sayonara vagina’ anniversary, otherwise known as Jessica’s’ birthday.

At this time of year, I always find myself drifting back two years, reminiscing about the day that changed my life forever, well more like days that changed my life. This time last year I was full of tears at the thought of monster child turning one, I was very much full of hormones, depression and love. The second time around, I’m still batshit crazy, but slightly less hormonal, kinda, maybe, slightly, and more ‘d’aww, my little baby is growing up.’ I’m thinking all my pregnancy, birth and feeding hormones have evaporated – my boobs are testament to that – gutted. I’m in that denial kinda phase of child birth, I only have good memories, it wasn’t so bad.

Continue reading “A Spontaneous Birth – is that a thing?”