There are many words to describe many forms of discrimination. Ageism, racism and sexism are commonly used words and I would imagine need little explanation in today’s society. What if I told you that I… More
I don’t really know what possesses people to remake movies that have been made a thousand times? I love innovation and new ideas. I’m not a big fan of revisiting already jaded concepts. This is why The Christmas Chronicles on Netflix came as a delightful surprise!
It’s not Christmas in my house yet but despite my better judgement I stuck it on last night in an attempt at getting all my children to agree to the one activity. They were sucked in straight away and so was I. It’s a modern take that doesn’t move too far away from the stories of Santa that I grew up with.
A few notable differences. There’s no Rudolph. Looks like the other reindeer didn’t want him hogging the limelight and not only called him names but left him out all together. The big departure from the classics are the elves. They are not humans but tiny little furry creatures complete with their own language. I loved them. I thought there were the cutest little divils!
In this movie Santa is more of an action man and dare I say it just a bit sexy. Well he is played by Kurt Russell so I’m not a total weirdo! His coat is leather and he zips in and out of the houses with athletic prowess that we have not seen in Santa before and it works! The child actors are not the sickly sweet Hollywood brats that you want to slap, they are excellent. Watch out for Mrs Claus at the very end……I let out such a shriek that the children thought I was taking a turn.
My only regret is that I watched it a week or three too early. On the plus side I get to tell all of you to not pass this one by. I’m not a film critic but for whatever reason this one is a cut above the rest. I think this is going to turn into a classic for many children and it’s well deserved.
I feel like I didn’t really know the true capacity of my heart until I had children. Of course I loved my parents and my sister (most of the time). I’d even been in love once or twice before the kids came along. Continue reading “I Have A Favourite Child”
I remember my first concert. 17 years of age and travelling to Dublin to see my favourite boy band was as exciting as it got. The atmosphere in the venue was unlike anything I had experienced before. As we walked up the aisle to our assigned seating I didn’t know what to expect.
Then the music started and I could feel it in my bones. As if that wasn’t enough, from out of the floor like some sort of magic trick the band popped up and there they were. My teenage idols in the flesh. I had almost expected them to be impersonators, but no, it was them and it was magnificent.
It’s a strong memory; not only because it was my first live show but because it’s the only concert that I remember that hasn’t been tainted by somebody who has had a little too much to drink.
I take a drink. I love a drink and that tipsy feeling where everything is a little funnier and truths leak out with a little more ease. However, I do not believe alcohol has any place in concert venues. I do not see the point in paying eighty or ninety euro to see a show that you won’t even remember the following day.
My first bad experience was at a Justin Timberlake concert. Mr. Trousersnake was doing his thing on stage and my cousin and I loved it. There were five inebriated girls behind us murdering every note and that didn’t bother me one little bit. I have massacred many a tune in my day.
This was the era of actual camera’s and I had mine wrapped around my wrist when I could feel a hand tugging at it. I thought someone is trying to steal my camera and I wasn’t having a bar of it. I turned to confront my assailant to see one member of the choir behind me about to faint. Her eyes were rolling in the back of her head and her body stiffened before she began to fall to the ground.
Now I know that this may have occurred with or without alcohol but the mayhem that ensued wouldn’t have if the girls were of sound mind.
Two of her mates grabbed her and tried to hold her up while the other two wailed and were of no help to anyone. I pleaded with them to let her fall to the ground. They didn’t listen. They proceeded to drag the unconscious girl, whose clothing was now in her arm pits, across the floor. What happened after that is anybody’s guess.
I had noticed how much they were drinking and wondered how they were managing without several trips to the toilet. The area we were standing in wasn’t over-crowded or too warm, so really for me it was the alcohol that contributed to what happened.
Not only was her experience ruined but it’s very hard to return to enjoying the show after witnessing something like that.
I’ve seen it all when it comes to alcohol related catastrophes at concerts. I’ve dodged vomit and fist fights. There’s been people smoking when it’s clearly forbidden. There was a couple who spent the whole show fighting and the teen that wept the whole way through while she texted. Then there was the lady with ten year old hair extensions that smelled like an old rug. She kept flicking her hair in my face before I had to simply ask her to stop. Her response: “I’m sorry but when I’ve had a few too many. I don’t realise what I’m doing.”
I do not understand why you would part with your hard earned cash to not bother paying attention to the act, however that is your choice.
My beef comes when you encroach on my experience.
I’m there to see the show. If I wanted to be in a room full of drunken people I’d go to a nightclub and save myself a lot of money. I think there is no need for alcohol to be such an integral part of every social situation. If you do drink at every concert I challenge you to a sober experience.
Not only will you enjoy it but you’ll afford other people the courtesy of allowing them to enjoy it too.
Our modern lives have a definite fascination with the rich and famous. That’s not a new phenomenon. Those who entertain the masses have always had a certain allure. What is new though is how accessible stars are to us. Continue reading “I’d Hate to be a Celebrity Mother.”
* OUR TICKETS FOR CIRQUE BERSERK WERE COMPLIMENTARY. THE OPINIONS EXPRESSED ARE HONEST AND COME FROM MY OWN BRAIN AND NOT CAUSE SOMEONE TOLD ME TO SAY IT!
There’s no better feeling than heading to Dublin for an adventure. Having previously braved it up to a concert in Croke Park, now was the turn of the Bord Gais Energy Theatre. It was my first visit and I’m sure it won’t be my last. Continue reading “Bord Gais Energy Theatre : Cirque Berserk”
I’m a hopeless romantic. I believe in soul mates and love at first sight. I love being in love and long for that feeling again.
With the children at their Dad’s this left me with time to indulge in a romantic movie. Continue reading “Lessons From La La Land”
When you are not where you want to be with your body, clothes can be a source of anxiety. If you are carrying a little extra weight it can be hard to source stylish clothes that are affordable.
Equally, if you are very slim, finding clothes that sit right and give you shape can be just as difficult. I’ve compiled a few tips to help your daily dress work with you, not against you.
It all starts with the essentials; good underwear. Make sure you are wearing the correct size bra. Go for a fitting every 6 months with a professional. I went to a local lingerie shop for my fitting My Breasts Have Been Measured Don’t underestimate how much a good bra can affect your shape. It will help all your clothes sit better. If you have big breasts, a well fitted bra will give you much needed support and shape. If you have small breasts you might want to get some padding if that makes you more comfortable.
Pick out what you are going to wear the night before. Last minute decisions made in a hurry can cause you to throw something on you that you don’t feel great in. A carefully planned ensemble will ensure you feel great all day long.
Buy Less, Wear More
The majority of us are not celebs. There is nothing wrong with wearing the same thing over and over. Especially if it’s something you love. Reduce your wardrobe to pieces you adore to wear. We all have that t-shirt that ‘will do us’. Scrap that notion. Love everything you wear and you’ll feel great when you step out the door.
I know we need a guideline of where to start and the numbers help, but don’t fret about what size is on the label. I can be anywhere from a size 16 in one store and all the way up to a 24 in others. What matters is that the clothes fit you well. Try on and go with what looks the best as opposed to what number you think you should be.
Don’t Follow Trends
If you love what’s trendy and in style of course go for it. Just don’t wear something because everyone else is. Wear what makes you feel happy when you look in the mirror. This takes a certain confidence but you will feel better in a style you prefer over a style you think you should be wearing.
Clothes are a necessity of everyday life but don’t let them become a chore. Have fun picking your outfits. Make time to shop so that you don’t get forced into buying something under pressure. The innovation of internet shopping means you can browse and browse until you find something that appeals to you. Make sure your purchase makes you smile even if it makes your credit card cry!
Our clothes should work for us and not against us. Choose wisely and have fun.
Most of all, love your body and stay body positive!
I’ve never really considered myself to be patriotic. I don’t have a great understanding of Irish history. I’m not a native speaker. The game of Hurling and the furore that goes with it, is well over my head. I don’t like spuds nor do I drink tea. Continue reading “The Irish Don’t Do Compliments”
More and more of our lives are being lived through our screens. Everything happens online now and there is no real escaping it. Like everything in life it should be practised with balance in mind. Personally I’m a fan.
I spend a lot of time online and I love it.
There are times where it can overtake my ‘real’ life but I’m working on that.
What I have realised is that I have many friends that I never see in the flesh. We chat everyday and some of these people know more about me than my family would. Our connection doesn’t need to be cemented in weekly meet ups. I find it strange referring to some of them as friends because not only do I never see them…..I never have!
I’m sure some of you are wondering how you can have a friendship with someone you have never met?
Well don’t knock it till you’ve tried it!
My online mates are the best. I am invested in them. I care about what happens to them but there is a clear divide between the virtual and the reality. My online cohort knows little of my real life friends and visa versa.
There is one huge gaping problem with having a friendship that occurs strictly in the online world. If anything happened to them, no one would think to let you know! I know it’s a very morbid thought to have but it is the truth. I have had this conversation with a close friend and I have actually asked him to tell one person in his real life about me so that if he was ever in trouble or unwell that someone would think to let me know.
I can’t imagine the horror of talking to someone day in day out only for them to fall off the face of the earth and never finding out what happened.
Hopefully it’s not something that will happen to me but it’s a real possibility. I often thought about compiling a little list of people who I’d like to be contacted if anything were to happen to me. After writing this I think I will do just that. If you have loads of online mates, maybe you should too!
Reality T.V is very divisive. You either love it or you hate it. I love it. From following families who have made millions for just being famous, to watching celebrities eat worms for our entertainment, I watch them all. Continue reading “The Reality Of Babies Being Born”