#NaBloPoMo: It Begins!

It’s November, which means that #NaBloPoMo is officially underway, and for once I’ve decided to throw myself into it instead of hopping in and out.

The idea of posting every day for a month initially seemed quite daunting, particularly as I know that I’m going to be busy at work, so it’s a good thing that this last week has been filled with tales of family and friends, an epic blog party, a break up (not mine), wedding plans (not mine), How I Got Away With Murder and a large hall full of Lego.

However, it’s late and I’m up early for work tomorrow, so I thought I’d introduce you to the newest addition to the household. I bought him this afternoon, and can’t decide a name for him… Any suggestions?


Mr Sushi: The Eternal Mystery

ImageAfter a lovely weekend at my mum’s house (more on that it in a later post) my sister offered to drop me off at Stockport Train Station to catch my train back to Birmingham, thus bypassing two major changes and saving me about an hour of time.

In direct contrast to the journey the day before, the train was packed. I was lucky to be able to find an available seat (much to the annoyance of the rather disgruntled woman that I sat next to) but by the time I had organised myself lots of others had been forced to stand. I made myself comfortable, took out my phone and set up my playlist for the journey ahead.

In the seats opposite were a young male and female and judging by their conversation they had only just met. He was slightly older than her and a little rough around the edges, while she was quite well spoken and demure. As the journey continued it became evident that there was a mutual attraction – he joked and teased her about the car that she drove, she giggled at his silly jokes and in between a few awkward silences they both tried to ask each other questions about each others lives without appearing too desperate. He said he was 24, she claimed that she was 20 (although she looked a little younger), she explained where she had been the night before, he appeared interested and listened intently… It was very sweet.

About an hour into the journey the man pulled out the biggest box of sushi I’ve ever seen, proclaiming that he ate large amounts of it. I was a little confused by this – his efforts to impress may have been thwarted by the smell that permeated from it, but the girl seemed unfazed and the light flirting continued. Mr Sushi was obviously beginning to gain in confidence – he made a few derogatory comments about himself, thus giving her the opportunity to compliment him and then made a statement about ‘not being able to chat up a girl properly.’ Her response was, again, to giggle.

ImageAs nosey as I may sound, their conversation kept me entertained all the way to Birmingham New Street Station. Just as the train arrived and I got up to leave, I heard Mr Sushi ask for her phone number. Unfortunately, there was a huge queue of people behind me that forced me to walk off the train, and I didn’t get to hear her answer.


Thus is the eternal mystery that I will never know the answer to. Did Mr Sushi get the girl’s phone number????

In my little world, I hope he did. Despite the sushi.

Picture 1: supergreenlandmarket.com
Picture 2: Casey Diggs

Twenty-One Ways To Annoy Your Teacher

Inspired by the latest Freshly Pressed post from The Trombonist’s Mouthpiece, I started thinking about things that irritate me within the classroom on a daily basis. I’ve been a qualified music teacher for seven years now and at times I think I’ve seen and heard it all. I work in a fabulous school with amazing staff and supportive management, but there are still a few occasions where I am still caught off-guard. Most of these are from my own personal experiences or things that my teacher friends have told me over the years. Continue reading

Karma’s a B*tch, Right?

ImageSomething that wasn’t particularly nice happened to someone I know at the end of last week. They didn’t come to any physical harm – they weren’t hurt in any way – but their life has now been turned upside down because of this event. And you know what? I was secretly really pleased.

I am a bad person.

At one point in my life I really needed their support – I was experiencing an extremely traumatic time and this person had the ability to stop it. They didn’t. To make matters even worse, they added fuel to the fire and took great delight in doing so. Consequently, when I heard about what had happened, my insides did a little happy dance and my first thought was ‘Karma’s a b*tch.’

I am a really bad person.

The concept of Karma originated in ancient India and features in Hindu, Jain, Buddhist and Sikh religious philosophies. The eastern interpretation generally focuses on the idea of cause and effect, although this is widely argued between the different religions. In the western world, the term has been generally adopted to symbolise the term ‘what goes around comes around,’ in which a person’s actions, good or bad, will result in consequences for that particular person.

ImageThe issue of religion and spirituality is usually something that I try to avoid. Life is cruel, and all too often bad things happen to good people (one of the many reasons why I am quick to dismiss certain elements of religion), but I believe that everyone is entitled to have faith in whatever they choose and should be allowed to do so without fear or judgement or retribution. However, every so often I see examples of karmic retribution, both positive and negative, that do make me question the idea of a higher power:

An acquaintance once told me a story that had happened to her neighbour. She lived in New Orleans during Hurricane Katrina and was extremely lucky that her house had managed to survive relatively unscathed. A few weeks after the hurricane hit, she returned from a weekend away to find that her house had been ransacked and her possessions stolen, including sentimental things that her children had given to her. She was devastated, but there was very little that could be done amidst the chaos that had ensued in the aftermath of the hurricane, so she did her best to clean up the house and carried on with her life. In her back garden was a pool that had been filled with debris from the disaster and looked like thick black sludge, so a while after the robbery she paid for contracters to come and clean it up as it was becoming a health hazard. At the bottom of the pool was a dead man and a bag that contained her possessions and those of another household. It turns out that the man had deliberately come to New Orleans to take advantage of the looting that had ensued. The police concluded that he had fallen into the pool and drowned because it was dark and he couldn’t see where he was going.

But was this karma? Did the man get what was coming to him in a ‘what goes around’ fashion? Was his death something that he deserved, or was it simply bad luck? If he hadn’t been in the house to rob it in the first place then he wouldn’t have fallen into the pool. What I do know is that I certainly wouldn’t wish anybody dead.

When researching this post I came across this article on spritiualnow.com, that listed the Dalai Lama’s instructions for life. It was so inspiring in the fact that it was simple and makes perfect common sense and I wanted to share it with you all.

Image1. Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk.

2. When you lose, don’t lose the lesson.

3. Follow the three R’s:

–  Respect for self,
–  Respect for others and
–  Responsibility for all your actions.

4. Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.

5. Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly.

6. Don’t let a little dispute injure a great relationship.

7. When you realise you’ve made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.

8. Spend some time alone every day.

9. Open your arms to change, but don’t let go of your values.

10. Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.

11. Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back, you’ll be able to enjoy it a second time.

12. A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life.

13. In disagreements with loved ones, deal only with the current situation. Don’t bring up the past.

14. Share your knowledge. It is a way to achieve immortality.

15. Be gentle with the earth.

16. Once a year, go someplace you’ve never been before.

17. Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.

18. Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.

19. If you want others to be happy, practice compassion.

20. If you want to be happy, practice compassion.

Perhaps the lesson, if indeed there is a lesson to be learned, is that life is what we make it. Regardless of religious beliefs, I like the idea that if you work hard and are a good person, good things will happen.

karma-owned-revenge-2Here’s where you get the chance to contribute:

Have you experienced what you consider to be karma, good or bad? Do you know anyone who has?
What is your opinion of karma? Do you believe in it’s existence?

I’d love to know what you think!

Note: this is not an opportunity to attack different religions – any comments that are offensive, rude, abusive towards myself or others or preach at me will be sent straight to the trash…

Happy Blogging!!

Picture 1: keepcalm-o-matic.co.uk
Picture 2: funnyjunk.com
Picture 3: thechive.com
Picture 4: ouchmagazine.com

First World Problems

Is your phone battery dying, but your charger is on the other side of the room? Is your cleaner running late? Do you struggle to hear the TV whilst eating crunchy snacks? Have you eaten too much lunch and are feeling too tired to work in the afternoon?

Life is tough.

This morning I was watching Sweet Genius, a programme that is reguarly shown on The Food Network. A contestant didn’t like what she had produced and so threw it in the bin and then became hysterical because her cake hadn’t turned out in the way that she had hoped. Continue reading

Lava Lamps, Facepalms and Leah Remini

Earlier in the year I posted some of the most random and obscure searches that people have typed into their search engine, and have stumbled across my blog. Recently, this appeared in my stats:

Leah Remini Saved By The Bell

This didn’t concern me  – over the summer I wrote about the 20th Anniversary of Saved By the Bell and I mentioned the fact that she had appeared in one of the special episodes. However, when I investigated further, I noticed that this had been typed in no less that twenty – five times in various instances: Leah Remini teenager, leah remini from saved by the bell, what character was leah remini in saved by the bell, leah remini and saved by the bell…

Similarly, I mentioned Kim Kardashian’s pregnancy in another post. These are the searches I’ve had:

Kim Kardashian Pregnant Boobs
Kim Kardashian Pregnant feet
Kim Kardashian pregnant

Thank you Leah Remini and Kim Kardashian for providing my blog with no less than fifty views between you both!

However, these are positively intellectual in comparison to the others I’ve received recently. I’ve decided to put them into ‘facepalm’ categories. These are worthy of a single facepalm:

church of notre dame timesplitter
felt minnion
blog boobs
Offensive words used for unemployed

obese cinderella
house removal
We can learn to no again

These are certainly worthy of a double facepalm:

Is a lava lamp any kind of waste
Cast Fetish Edinburgh
Feel dirty panties girls and women
Fat barbie dolls Ursula godmother
Wordpress boobs
Old spice belly button
A cat with bog eye

However, these are nothing in comparison to this – definitely a triple facepalm:

write one liners related to life. 4 example : . . life is an ice-cream, enjoy it before it melts! . @ / .. . life is ______________

And the best one of all (I actually laughed hysterically at this one) – The Implied facepalm, courtesy of Tommy Lee Jones:


“a situation that needs to get unfucked”

Fabulous. Just Fabulous.

Hope you all have a lovely Friday evening!

All pics courtesy of deviant art

Things to Be Thankful For


I refrained from writing these thoughts down on my blog and instead made a list in my notebook to be saved for a later date as I felt that perhaps this post was a little early and these reflections should be saved for New Year (and the realisation that all my American and Canadian friends would be doing the same in a few weeks during Thanksgiving, which we don’t celebrate here in the UK), but yesterday I read an absolutely gorgeous post by Dara from The Clearout about the birth of his baby girl and it tipped me over the edge (in a literary sense – please check out ‘Want To Change the World?’ – I reblogged it.) Suddenly the small list had turned into a five-page epic and I was desperate to collate them all on here to share with you.

My initial opening sentence was going to be ‘This year has been a difficult one‘ and when reflecting on the events of the last ten months as a proverbial ‘big picture’ I suppose it has. I have been so focussed (focused? I’m still confused) on the negative aspects of life that I often forget to pause and give thanks for the continuously good things. These are the things that I think most of us forget to be grateful for. Continue reading

On Being a Snob

The last few days have been rather busy. I ‘hit the ground running’ at work – I was ill the week before half term and so I have been attempting to catch up on a monumental amount of individual tasks that need completing by the end of the week.

I’ve also tried to read through all the comments I have received on my blog recently. I normally do my best to reply to every single one, but the sheer volume of them has made it virtually impossible.

It has proven to be an interesting read. Some have agreed, others haven’t. One was so furious that he decided to write his own post in response, which I actually enjoyed and gave me an opportunity to discuss the topic with him in a more detailed manner. In general, most of the feedback that I gained has been useful, respectful and I have appreciated the points that everyone had to offer.

There was one, however, that immediately irritated me. Instead of offering her opinion about the subject, which she is perfectly entitled to do, she began her comment by saying: Continue reading

Three Months Holiday a Year: The Common Misconceptions of Teaching

Yesterday I had a conversation with a friend-of-a-friend. This is how it went:

Them: So, what do you do?

Me: I’m a music teacher.

Them: Oh, so you’re on half-term at the minute?

Me: Yes, I’ve been on half-term over the last week.

Them: It must be great having three months off a year…

Suffice to say, the conversation didn’t last very long.

I’ve been a qualified music teacher since July 2007 and have been employed in secondary schools on a permanent basis ever since. This is not the first time I have had the ‘three months a year’ comment directed towards me, usually by people (friends included) that have no experience or understanding of the profession. I used to be furious at this, now I usually just roll my eyes and change the subject of the conversation, but for some reason the comment really irritated me yesterday. Continue reading