Archive for April, 2007

There go my plans to be a mad old lady…..

Posted in blogging, creative / writing, gothic, me and my world, migraines, morecambe, work/life balance on April 30, 2007 by Khlari

I’ve been looking forward to it as well, as a complete excuse for eccentricity. Unfortunately Hayes over at QPLog Brainmatter seems to have ruled out my doolally years……now, what else can I plot? Suppose I could just pretend?…..

Study: Migraines may help memory loss

WASHINGTON, April 24 (UPI) — A U.S. study finds that people who suffer from migraine headaches appear to have less loss of cognitive function as they age than those who do not.

The researchers tracked 1,448 people, including 204 with migraines, for a period of 12 years, The Milwaukee Journal Sentinel reported. They were given cognitive tests periodically.

The migraine sufferers started out with slightly lower cognitive function but lost less. The effect was most pronounced in people who had migraines with aura — advance warning that a migraine is coming.

Amanda Kalaydjian, a researcher with the National Institute of Mental Health and lead author of an article in the journal Neurology, said the research team was surprised by the results. She said it is possible migraine sufferers benefit from taking better care of themselves by getting more sleep and eating better, or that medication they take helps them retain cognitive function.

But the researchers wrote that the cause is more likely to be biologic.


Three Times Tagged

Posted in blogging, creative / writing, gothic, me and my world, morecambe, pagan on April 30, 2007 by Khlari

Thanks to Beautifu1

Three Things That Scare Me:

  • Wasting my entire life and looking back and saying ‘How did I miss it all?’
  • Boredom
  • Enclosed spaces

Three People Who Make Me Laugh:

Three Things I Love:

  • Taramosalata
  • The Internet
  • Smoking! Ha!

Three Things I Hate Severely Dislike:

  • Gratuitous rudeness………..grrrrrrrr
  • Fascists
  • Pretentious people who are so far up their own bottoms it’s untrue…darling.

Three Things I Don’t Understand:

  • Maths. Ever. Or why you would want to do them come to think of it.
  • Physics. idem. Don’t understand them either. Or why you would wish to.
  • Hatred.

Three Things On My Desk:

  • My Computer
  • Lots of Mr A’s rubbish, rizla papers, bits of tobacco, etc.
  • A gothic fairy doll

Three Things I’m Doing Right Now:

  • Supposed to be working
  • Talking to my colleague Rachel about drinking.
  • Drinking a can of diet coke

Three Things I Want To Do Before I Die:

  • Go to Japan, Russia, Australia, and the United States.
  • Finish my novel.
  • Have plastic surgery so I can wear a bikini again! lol!

Three Things I Can Do:

  • Talk complete rubbish, and often.
  • Write, occasionally.
  • Paint pictures (when I have somewhere to do it…))

Three Things I Can’t Do:

  • Dance. The co-ordination gene bypassed me.
  • Do sport. See above.
  • Hurt someone I like.

Three Things I Think You Should Listen To:

  • Lots of old gothic music. Do you good.
  • Your mother. (I am joking)
  • Experience.

Three Things You Should Never Listen To:

  • Your mother (ha ha)
  • Voices of hatred
  • Bad music. You might get used to it.

Three Things I’d Like To Learn:

  • How to dance. (Dream on).
  • How to get really thin really quickly (ha ha ha)
  • How to be happy and content.

Three Favourite Foods:

  • Cheese
  • Mango
  • More cheese

Three Shows I Watched As A Kid:

  • Catweazle
  • Dr Who
  • Rentaghost

Three Things I Regret:

  • Marrying a complete idiot
  • Not running away to Algeria with Christophe to avoid above (very stupid)
  • Not being aware of my own abilities sooner, and not having the confidence to use them.

Three People I Tag:

SunnyD79@ City Boy goes wild in the Country

Amethyst Dragon @ Musings of a Purple Dragon

TrashCanDan @ Musings of a Damaged Mind

Put out the flags!

Posted in blogging, creative / writing, Human Rights, me and my world on April 26, 2007 by Khlari

Tah dah! Shock, horror, front page story.Put the bunting out and let off the skyrockets….


Now, this is a complete first. All the planets were against it, the stars were even in an anti-junction. This is a completely unknown quantity.

I’m not used to this. My rebellious streak might go and get somebody they don’t like again, just to spite them. Having a partner whom my parents don’t refer to as ‘him’ or ‘that man’ has put me in a state of shock. I might need medication to get over this. Pass the Jack Daniels. Quick.

I’ve spent so many years with boyfriends, husbands, partners, that they hate on principle. I’m honestly flummoxed, I tell you, this comes as a real shock to the system.

We travelled down to London on Friday night, which took a while, as we were both absolutely knackered after a day at work. My mother suddenly rings and fesses up that she has fessed up to father re Mr A, France, living together, everything. Then says ‘not to ask HER to keep secrets for ME’ I didn’t pursue the point. Oh dear, is that good or bad? We didn’t get there until 11.00. Now, I can find my way to my parents’ house at the top of Hackney blindfolded (well, blind drunk often, in any case). But my darling little brother has the temerity to live east of there. I don’t do east. I can do you pretty large tracts of London from Camden to Tulse Hill, but my geography of anywhere east of Dalston is…non existent.

I can just about get you to Mare Street, but after that, forget it. WHY would you want to go there? Miles of barren wasteland leading to places like Ilford,Romford, and Dagenham…..or Leyton….no….no thank you. I did quite well actually, got all the way to the road before without a map. Then the AA routefinder on which I was depending for the last little wiggle told us to turn right into a brick wall. Great. After my minor epi, Mr A got us there.

Well Mr A hit it off with my brother…..those guy things, sussing out each others taste in music, and movies, admiring his samurai. Mr A had bought Kali a mad fluffy toy cat which he assured me she’d love. Worst thing is, she did.

He also decided to buy Matt some Gundam, little fighting robots. Only because he wanted some himself. Worst thing is, Matt’s eyes lit up as well. Kali and I just shook our heads in despair. Boys, toys, then on to role play and bad horror movies and off they went. Many beers consumed till I separated the two of them by force and sent them to bed. Kali and I had a proper conversation. (I am teasing here, we did all talk normally as well).

Then…………………………off to the parents, putting the evil deed off as loing as possible. Got mother some flowers, then off to sunny Dalston. When I got there, I could hear my father shouting from the pavement, which isn’t good in a stout Victorian house well set back with a garden. Asked father for parking permit, he said to put the car in the drive. I know our drive, it’s slopy, narrow, and partially obstructed by a lamppost. So we lost Tigger’s wing-mirror, as macho pride was riding high. Hell, I know it’s bad enough on a pushbike (experience and bruises).

Finally get in, father is by now stropping in dining room while mother makes tea and puts flowers in water. He has THAT look on his face. Oh dear. Mr A daringly engages conversation about the war by giving him a book on the RAF. OMG. In ten minutes, they are the worlds bestest friends, even when Mr A tells my dad his Dad was a blackshirt…(while I kick him). Then he is whisked off on the guided tour of MG, motorbike……boy toys…. I am stunned.

Mother meanwhile has dragged me into the kitchen to tell me that ‘she likes my young man’ (that’s pushing it). I would have noticed anyway, she has been dimpling and flirting with him for the last hour.

We all have lunch in a bizarrely civilised fashion, my family behaving unnaturally like some kind of Stepford Family…..not throwing things, etc…they are a little murcurial usually, the kindest decription has been ‘bohemian’…….

So all, is oddly, sweetness, light and little fluffy bunnies…….

Well, my equivalent thereof…….what did you expect?

Nobody Expects The Spanish Inquisition…..Unless They Visit My Mother.

Posted in blogging, creative / writing, Human Rights, me and my world, morecambe on April 20, 2007 by Khlari

Unless they go to visit my mother that is. In the guise of a nice grey-haired little old lady, whilst sipping tea from china cups in her pastel chintz-covered living room, any unfortunate visitor is subjected to a barrage of questions that the Gestapo would be hard pressed to come up with. I’m surprised she doesn’t ask for blood samples and mitochondrial DNA when she is making you take your shoes off at the front door.

You can double this if she suspects the person perching uncomfortably on the edge of the sofa, in eternal fear of dropping a biscuit crumb onto the cream carpet, might actually either a) be sleeping with me or b) be considering maybe sleeping with me.

That’s where my father enters. If you are female, gay, or undecided he leaves well alone. As soon as he suspects someone may be ‘courting’ me or attempting to, you have him to deal with too. He will either love you or hate you, it’s totally random and he will never, ever, change his mind once made up. All males (unless definitively established as gay with documentary proof), are therefore potential suitors. First he will wrong-foot them by calling them by the name of a boyfriend from at least 5 years ago. Then he will examine how well they shine their shoes. After that, their ‘real man’ quotient. They don’t stand a chance. They are too thin. Too tall. Too small. Too quiet. If Johnny Depp turned up at my door, he would be too strange looking, too American, and definitely too rich. No one ever measures up. There are also arcane qualities he admires, like never having been in a long=term relationship and not having children…I did point out that if you get to 39 without any of that, then you probably wear anoraks and live with your mum, but to no avail……

My brother could go out with a 6 foot 4 transexual Nigerian belly dancer, and they wouldn’t bat an eyelid. The rules are somewhat different for me…and I’m 40 in 2 months. This is ridiculous.

Poor Mr A. No-one expects the Spanish Inquisition. But he’s going to get one…..tomorrow.

It’s the end of the world as we blog it…..

Posted in blogging, creative / writing, me and my world, morecambe on April 19, 2007 by Khlari

I’ve been tagged by Nathalitanis for this one….and she was tagged by Damian to participate in a challenge called Blog Apocalypse, set up by The Urban Monk. Click here to read about it.

The blogosphere is ending. No more blogs. Blog apocalypse. The internet is still working, the world is fine. But you can’t write anymore. Write your last post.
Make it a good one. What is the reason you blog? What is the last gem of knowledge you want to leave? What do you want to be remembered for? Who are you?
What is the meaning of life? Haha…well not exactly but you get the point. Pour your heart into it.

The beauty of participating in this challenge is that The Urban Monk will donate $1 to charity for every link that he receives back.
(Check out his message here)

This is my statement……

“Thank you to everyone in the Blogosphere for all that you have given me in the last two years……

Smiles, laughs, joy, for happy events in the lives of online friends, tears shed at the shared pain of blog friends,. I have smiled on really bad days at cartoons and good news, realised I was not alone in the world when things happened to me, shared them with you, and you in turn have shared with me.

It will leave a hole in my life that you are not there any more at the end of a mouse click, but if this is the bittersweet end, thank you one last time for all you have contributed to my life. I think you will however resurrect, phoenix-like, as something this good will never really disappear…..while there are people out there who wish to share, they will find a way.

Le blog est mort-vive le blog.”

and I tag…..

AmethystDragon@ Musings of a Purple Dragon

Beaut1ful @ myplace

Silent/Fruitbat @ Silent’s World

SunnyD @ city boy goes wild in the country

ChaoticKitty @Kitty’s Ramblings

“Plath makes strange what should be familiar — which is, after all, a central task of poetry.”

Posted in blogging, creative / writing, me and my world, Sylvia Plath on April 18, 2007 by Khlari

“Plath makes strange what should be familiar — which is, after all, a central task of poetry.”

I liked this post by Fussy, a blogroll pal of Ye-Yo‘s you can read the original post , New Motto, here. It explored the idea of exactly why Sylvia Plath is the “only really successful mommypoet”. Plus it just gives me another excuse to talk some more about Sylvia Plath……….

I like this idea of making the ordinary into something strange, magical, and mystical, and I believe in a way that this is the function of any artist, whether verbal, visual, musical…….I like to take the banale, the mundane, the everyday and make it into something different and special. It also gives us sad old mommypoets/novelists guilty about never managing to finish anything a little inspiration and ideas.

Weaving an everyday magic…….transfiguring the tedious and spinning spells from the sameness……

Can you become an anti-trainspotter?

Posted in blogging, child kidnapping, Child Protection, creative / writing, France, gothic, hague convention, international family law, legal aid, me and my world, Misbah Rana, Molly Campbell, morecambe, pagan, werewolves vampires and ghoulies, work/life balance on April 17, 2007 by Khlari

??? What I mean is that I would be quite happy if I never saw another train again. Ever. Either that or any of the trains I saw to be guaranteed to run properly, or even work properly…. When it’s not repairing the track, it’s something wrong with the train.Am going to counselling through work, for which I have to go to Preston, 17 minutes away by train…not too bad you would think. Counselling went well, and left yesterday at 5.00, just missed a train and then the 17.31 was due…tried to get on it. The doors wouldn’t open. Began to think it was all an evil plot hatched by HWCBN- it was one of his damn trains…. (the new class 185- see, spent too long living with a train freak). Then they opened, let us on, closed…and we sat there. For 20 minutes.

Another train to Lancaster was announced, and we all tried to get off-to no avail. Now the doors wouldn’t open…..50 minutes down the line, and we were stuck in Preston station. Finally opened the doors…and kicked us all off to take us on a wild goose chase around the station-here, there, this train will be splitting to go to Barrow and Blackpool…no it won’t yes it will, no it won’t…..then there was ‘a problem with the track in front of the train…….(and yes, was yet another of HWCBN’s ‘trains’……) finally got into Lancaster at 18.45, ran for the Morecambe train….which was delayed. Back to my house for 19.30, a journey time of 2 hours and 30 minutes.

I could have gone from Paris to London on a Eurostar in that time. After that I needed the counselling again.

Apart from that, a mixed few days. Had a hideous migraine from Thursday to Saturday, so not at work Friday…..felt like death. Mr A big sweetie, Friday bought me flowers in a bunch so large they were almost as big as I was… Filled all the vases in the house. Saturday morning Mr A finally took me off to Heysham for a potter (me in shades still going ow) (this is after I had seen the stone graves on TV before ever seeing them in real life and it’s only up the road…..) As it was sunny, the view was gorgeous.

Saturday afternoon and evening was the Brigantii Moot meeting….was still a little fragile but cheered up after AD and OH presnted me with a bottle of JD and a bottle of Drambuie for Mr A, after their recent Belgian adventures…..Mr SC and D were down too, as were Silent/Fruitbat and Beaut1ful, all enjoying ourselves so much in AD’s sunny garden, admiring her new gazebo, we had to be dragged to the pub (now there’s a first). A good moot was had by all, don’t know what the very straight locals in our new venue thought…and back to AD’s, leaving at stupid o’clock in the morning…..

Yesterday also got annoying email from stupid ex-husband’s lawyer asking me when my case was happening in the courts here…. surely he should know? It was his client who didn’t bother to show not me…and he is supposedly a lawyer (though apparently in International Shipping Law…)

Replied with thinly vailed disdain that it was on 2 May…I din’t tell him where, he didn’t ask that. Me to know, him to find out. Also carefully mentioned that hadn’t yet sued his client for damages as recommended by the French courts, but I might be tempted to if he messes this up again…..and that his infringement on my life after nearly 5 years apart was getting to the point that it was tantamount to harrassment…..grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Yes, finally have a decree nisi date, followed by the absolute just in time for my birthday…..only heard on Saturday myself.

Now just have to see if my useless ex is going to mess it all up again for me…so near, yet till I have that piece of paper in my hand, so far…………………..

Going to reclaim small child this weekend as well. The moment of truth, parents meet Mr A time. It’s only been nearly a year. AAAGH. It’s like being 15 again. We are driving down on Friday in Tigger, not staying at parents though to avoid their killer single spare bed, we are staying at Matt and Kali’s for some semblance of sanity (and so I don’t have to go through the are-you-sharing-a-bed-argument with my mother, yes, I am 39 but it doesn’t change). Then Saturday morning round to parents to get small child…. and drink tea, and eat cake, and receive the Spanish Inquisition. My father will either love him or hate him, they are far too similar. Oh dear……what a weekend.

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