Friday 31 May 2013

Hitchhikers (Not A Guide To The Galaxy)

Tonight whilst driving home, I saw a young lady standing on the side of the road. She couldn't have been older than 18, rugged up, with her right thumb pointing out, trying to hitch a ride.

I didn't have to be home at any particular time, nor did I have any important plans, so I did a U-turn, and went back to help her.

When I finally got through the peak hour traffic, she was gone. I don't know if someone actually helped her, or if she gave up. But I hope she is safe, where ever she is.

It got me to thinking though, am I the only one who isn't afraid to pick up hitchhikers?

I've picked up people before, and not once have I felt unsafe or uncomfortable. I've helped men and women, of all ages, at any time of the day or night. I had one girl cry. Not out of sadness, but because she was just so happy that someone stopped. Most hitchhikers are just regular people like you and I. They're just a little down on their luck, and need a little help.

I'd like to think that if I was stuck and had no way home, if I stood on the side of the road, with my thumb out, a kind stranger would help me.

Everyone needs a little help every now and then, and the world definitely needs more people with kindness in their heart.

Jayde xx

They Say Cleanliness Is Next To Godliness

What a stupid saying!

To me anyway.

I don't follow an organised religion, but I do understand the saying. "Clutter is the devils work", also has the same effect.

I don't think God or Satan have anything to do with my happiness or well being, and they definitely have nothing to do with my cleaning habits.

I live in what I like to call "Organised Chaos". My room is dishevelled, but I can find almost everything I want (unless Justin has moved it and not told me), my desk at work looks like it is growing a new layer of paper every day, but underneath the paper, is a well organised machine.

I do enjoy having things tidy, but after a while it becomes hard to maintain! It's said that it takes 21 days to make or break a habit, but no one really knows where the saying originates. The problem is that the evidence they used to back up the saying, is based on experience, and not controlled based experiments. So really, it takes however long it takes.

So I don't have to follow any rules when it comes to cleaning or being tidy.

I do what I want!

Jayde xx

Tuesday 28 May 2013

Winter Is Coming

A have a new obsession. I didn't want it. At first I was forced.

Now I'm in love.



With Game Of Thrones.
















*Warning: Spoiler alerts for Season 1, Episodes 1-5*

I had heard all the hype, and seen all the memes. But I mean really, what was all the fuss about? A bunch of characters in another realm, fighting with each other about silly things. Then there's the evil creatures, the incest, & the swords.

Katrina forced me to watch the first episode and I haven't looked back since. I've been drawn into the twisted story of love, betrayal, crime, punishment and the fight for the Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms.

I've guessed a few of the plot points (which have yet to be confirmed), which was annoying, but the rest of the episodes have left me guessing. "He wouldn't hurt a child", proceeds to push the kid out the window, "He wouldn't grope his sister", proceeds to grope his younger sister, etc etc.

But seriously, we've learnt by now that the Lannister's always have blonde hair, so if you think about it, King Robert and Queen Cersei couldn't have created that spoilt shit Joffrey. Then we learn that the Queen and her twin brother Jaime have been sleeping together, which adds up to the fact that Joffrey is in fact not an heir to the throne, because he wasn't fathered by the King. (I really want to punch the stupid kid in the face for being so spoilt).


Then of course there's the twist of the King having a bastard son (the blacksmith), but with how frisky he is with everyone but his wife, are we really surprised?

Speaking of bastards, I think Jon Snow is an excellent character, and I cannot wait to see how he evolves within the story line.

I absolutely adore Arya! She's just like me when I was young. Except that I wasn't the daughter of a Lord... but otherwise, exactly the same! Her character also helps move the plot of a couple of episodes along quite nicely, and her feisty attitude is a breath of fresh air.

I'm only up to the 6th episode, but I'm so hooked I'm sleep deprived.

Anyway, it's nearly lunch time, and I was a total nerd and brought my laptop, charger and headphones to work... so I can watch more Game Of Thrones.

Remember...


WINTER IS COMING

Jayde xx

Saturday 25 May 2013

Hype Me Up, Baby, Hype Me Up!

Music. It's been around since about 6600BC. It's what can bring us together, and break us apart. It can make us money, and bring back memories.

Everyone has their own music tastes, and they are widely varied. From classical to death metal.

I'm a bit of a mixed bag, and I like a little of everything. I mostly enjoy heavy rock. But I also dabble in a little Aussie hip hop, some classical, jazz, pop, Aussie classics etc etc.

I've just recently updated my iPod, and it got me to thinking, what music do I like, when?

Right now, I'm getting ready to go out for a night on the town, so what have I got blaring at the moment?
Let me tell you:

  • Mercury 4 - Every Little Step
  • Britney Spears
  • Christina Aguilera (when she was still cute)
  • Five
  • NSync
  • Steps
  • Spice Girls
  • Aqua
Clearly I've got some epic 90's pop going on right there. You jelly?


So anyway, I'm going to go and dance like a mental patient. And I'll see you all soon!

If I don't wake up in a bush after tonights "Irish Drunk" night out....

Wish me luck!

Jayde xx

Skill, Set, Match

Everyone knows that one person, who is overly passionate about sporting, fitness or healthy eating.

I am not one of those people.

I used to play softball at my local grounds, but once I realised I didn't enjoy it as much anymore, I wanted something else to fill in my time. I didn't want to play another "sport" as such, with all the running and sweating. Gross. So I went looking for something new!

Bowls? Nah, I'm too young and good looking.

Darts? Nah, I don't enjoy the smell of stale cigars and beer.

Pool? Mmm, maybe, but then I'd have to buy a pool table, and balls, and cue. Pfft, too expensive.

Fishing? I like animals. Even fish. So no.

Juggling? Well we all know how competitive juggling goes... (if not, please search for it in YouTube)

What was left? Not much really. But then I happened upon a photo of a friend. What was in this photo you say? A target, a bow, and some arrows.

That's what I want, I thought to my self.

No physical fitness required, relatively cheap, and I can do it by myself.

So off I went one Sunday morning, to Highett. I will admit, I was a little nervous going by myself. But after the demonstration, and shooting my first couple of arrows, I was hooked! I spent the entire "come and try" session, soaking up as much information as I could. I involved myself in every conversation about archery and listened attentively to the instructors.

I had tried archery at a school camp, many years ago, and had a bit of fun, but never thought I could be good at it.


Now here I am. 5 classes in, and still in love with the sport of archery. I was awarded with my Novice 120 certificate today, and cannot wait to get my 140 & 160 next week.

*Super excited about receiving my Novice 120 Certificate*

So stay tuned boys and girls, while I take you on this wild journey of bows and arrows.


Jayde xx

Let The Hilarity Ensue

Out for drinks tonight with some friends, just chatting about nonsense (as you do), when all of a sudden...

The topic changes to fetish clubs.

Not too sure how we got to it, but we did. I must say, it was an eye opener!
All I knew about BDSM was the small bits and pieces that I had learnt about from Secret Diary Of A Call Girl.

Some would say narrow minded, I say, not knowledgeable. 

Things I learnt tonight:


  • Some people enjoy having staples stapled into their back
  • Some people enjoy wearing complete latex suits
  • Some people enjoy wearing mesh cut out stockings
There is more, but I'm not sure how to explain it. 

I don't think there is anything wrong with it, as the old saying goes, "each to their own", but I don't think its for me. 

I would like to go to the club to experience it first hand. I've been told that once you walk through those doors, you'll walk out a different person, which I don't doubt at all.

Maybe one day I will. Oh what will I wear....?


Jayde xx

Friday 24 May 2013

Colour Creations: Love Of Lipstick

Growing up I saw my mum getting ready for work. The make up, the hair, the nice clothes. I thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. But I was never really interested in make up, I loved my Barbies, and getting dirty in the mud.

It wasn't until I hit my early 20's that I even thought about enhancing my face with make up. I happen to think I'm okay looking without it, better than needing a paper bag at least.

I recently went on a little bit of a shopping spree, and when I got home, I realised that I have over 40 different lipsticks!

So I've decided to do, what I like to call, The Lipstick Diaries...if you read it in an announcer voice, it sounds more impressive.

I'm three days in, and loving every gloriously coloured day so far.
 Happy faces everyone!

Jayde xx

The Story Of Ugly

Today, while scrolling through Facebook, I came across a story. It warmed my heart, so I want to share it here today.

Thanks to Crazy Cat Ladys for sharing:

Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was.  Ugly was the resident tomcat.  Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly. To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole.  He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch.  Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs.  Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. "That's one UGLY cat!!" All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.  Ugly always had the same reaction.  If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit.  If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness.  Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love.  If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find. One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies.  They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled.  From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid.  By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly's sad life was almost at an end. Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front.  As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling.  I must be hurting him terribly I thought.  Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear- Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear.  I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring.  Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion. At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen.  Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way.  Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain. Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly.  Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply.  To give my total to those I cared for. Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.
 
 
Author unknown

https://www.facebook.com/CrazyCatLadiesUnite?ref=stream&hc_location=stream


I am a cat person. I have been for as long as I can remember, and there has always been at least a couple of fury purr machines in my house, as members of my family.

I cannot fathom why people don't love cats, but each to their own I suppose.


Jayde xx

Thursday 23 May 2013

Passionate For Purple


Purple.

One of the first colours used in prehistoric art. The colour of Royalty and piety. The colour of Lent.

Also the colour I'm wearing today. From my top, to my hair bow, to my lipstick.

Today is Purple Thursday!



Jayde xx

Wednesday 22 May 2013

Those Photogenic Bastards!

My bestfriend Katrina is terribly photogenic and I hate her for it.


Not actually hate, because then she wouldn't really be my best friend, but hate none the less!

Just a simple smile and she looks beautiful. I want to know how she does it.

Failing that I'll just cut off her face and wear it as a mask :)

Jokes!

Jayde xx

Family And The Awkward Situations That Occur.

What is something you dread? Clothes shopping, flying, public speaking?

I dread family dinners.

Not dinner with my mum on a Thursday, or grabbing a quick bite to eat with dad on the weekend. 
But actual family dinners. I mean sitting down at the table, using our table manners, and trying to make polite conversations.

I'm generally a social butterfly, but there's just something about sitting down with the family (in law), that just makes me feel horribly uncomfortable. I always feel like I don't quite meet their expectations. I have piercings and tattoos, and I can be quite in your face. I don't want kids, and I don't follow the same beliefs.

I mean I enjoy their company, and I think they're all lovely people.

So is it them, or me?



Nah screw it, it's them, I'm awesome.

Jayde xx



Waging War Against The Undead


One day there will be a disaster. Beit natural or man made.
I want to be prepared.

So I'm learning archery.

I'm currently a Novice 120 Archer, with so many grades ahead of me.

But look out everyone, I will be armed, and ready.

Jayde xx

Welcome

Today appears to be a day, just like any other.

But to me, today is different.

Today is the day I start sharing, with you, the world wide web.

I hope you enjoy.



Jayde xx