A Consideration Of Raccoons

I know that sounds weird but i was just looking at this photo and thought, do raccoons 'check' each other out?

I mean, when a female raccoon walks past a male raccoon, does he twitch his whiskers and whisper to his mate, "I'd tap that" ?

Do female raccoons moan if it starts to rain on their fur,scared it'll go frizzy?

Are there some raccoons that are considered to be more sexy than others?

Look at this cute little rascal :) xx

But would he be considered sexy in the raccoon world?

Fireworks Of Happiness

Happiness comes in bursts like fireworks. All the colours of the universe explode inside of you and you feel great, you feel it surge through your whole body. But then it fizzles out, and you're left in that dark, uncertain space. Do you leave the stadium, bale out and go to your car? Do you 'keep the faith', believe the show isn't over, and wait for the lights to erupt again? xx

When Giant Pigs Attack...

When you go to visit a stately home for a 'jolly nice' day out, you don't expect to have to run for your life. From a gigantic pig of all things. He was in a pen, but that didn't stop him. This beast wanted to go on the rampage. He even looks like a brute on this picture *laughs* . I can't remember his name but for the purposes of this blog we'll call him Fred.
Well, because i absolutely love piggies i had to go and have a good peer into his pen. Fred had his arse facing towards me so i started making the kissing noises that i do to my cat at him. His curly tail started to twitch, so I naturally took this as a sign of his enjoyment. He obviously likes the attention, I wrongly thought. To my surprise, he whirled around and his beady eyes met mine. But instead of the lovable look I was hoping for, it appeared that I had incurred his wrath.
He jumped up, and gave the loudest grunt I've ever heard. It seemed to echo- probably the acoustics of the pen. His trotters scrabbled against the little gate that was the only fragile barrier between me and him. Oh crap, I remember thinking at the time. My dad thought this was highly amusing and managed to take a photograph of the event. Although I don't think it really represents the horror of this crazed pig.
The main thing I remember was running away as soon as Fred had made a couple of attempts at breaking free. He was looking right at me, I swear it. To be honest, I nearly crapped myself. I ran faster than a cheetah chasing a gazelle.
On the one hand, I was worried that he was going to escape and savage me, and on the other hand, I was worried I was going to be in trouble with the owners for the apparent agitation of him. I was terrified, I remember my heart punching inside of me like a boxer.

I'd still like my own piglet though...I'd call it Precious. Tee hee xx

Tea and Cake - The Answer To Life's Problems

Okay, so they're not going come up with a solution to your problems. However, it has became clear to me that a nice cuppa tea helps a great deal in times of crisis, no matter how big said crisis is. Cake is tea's worthy accomplice in the calming down of a situation. It has to be home made cake though, not the bought crap. Unless it has royal icing. Yum.
These beauties were hand crafted by me. They don't look that big on the picture but let me assure you, these muffins were HUGE. I use the past tense because they were all scoffed pretty quickly. I even amazed myself with my baking skills *giggles* . They were really rich chocolate muffins with cherrys in them, topped with a chocolate gnashe (saucy type thing) with white chocolate hearts on top. I made everything myself. I was so chuffed :)
They seemed to put a smile on the face of all who tucked into them. I was so proud that i even took photographs. I guess that makes me a sad trout.
But, at least I'm a sad trout who can bake... ha ha ha xx

Moods Are A Rainbow

I seem to have developed an addiction to stationery. Pens mainly, coloured writing pens. I never write in the conventional blue and black Biro. Ever. My pen colour has to reflect how i feel at the time when I'm writing.

This may sound stupid, but it is really important to me. If i write in purple but I'm not really in a purpley mood i don't connect with my writing. So i have to change colour, to make sure that my inner self is at one with my work. You may think that's really weird, but that's me. Also, if I'm in the middle of writing something, i often feel the need to change to a different colour, to re-establish the balance, if I'm not feeling the original colour anymore. I like bright vibrant colours the best. If you think about it, different colours make you think of very different things...you may not even agree with what these colours conjure for me, and that's because it's all subjective and personal.

Lime Green (best colour in the world) - Relaxing. Cocktails at sundown on a beach somewhere beautiful like Jamaica.

Yellow- Happiness. Running through a field with daises in your hair as a soft breeze blows, no worries.

Pink- Sweetness. Blushing as that special person talks to you.

Blue- Leicester City FC... (Oh Leicester I love you! Tee hee)

Red- Love. Receiving roses and chocolates in your sexiest dress at a date in a restaurant, you minx.

Or it could also represent evil...

Anyway i could go on, i could go on for days, as each individual shade of every single colour means different things/feelings/moods for me. And each one is magical in it's own way xx

My Cue.

"Six O'clock already, i was just in the middle of a dream". Manic Monday by The Bangles.
Just heard that song playing on Eastenders and it's flooded my head with memories. I always get a knot tightening in my stomach every time i hear this song. It was my drama club's play of Our Day Out. This was opening night...
There I was standing backstage, the curtains closed and all is dark. Then this song blares through the old speakers and the shabby curtains fly back, lights illuminating the whole stage. My Cue.
Walking across the stage, pretending that it's a road, i feel hundreds of eyes burning into me. Don't trip, for God's sake, please don't trip.
I was bloody terrified.
All the feelings of that night come straight back to me whenever i hear this song. The nervous excitement of when my make-up plastered face met the audiences'. I knew my mum and grandparents were sitting in the audience, their eyes fixed on me. Nobody else, just me. Dad didn't come, he was watching the England match on TV at home. (world cup). I remember wishing that i was at home watching it with him when those curtains opened.
I can't listen to this song properly anymore, not that i was a massive fan of it before, but now it's a complete no.

The Prunes That Package Peanuts

I fancied a little snack earlier. So, I did my usual rummage in the kitchen cupboards. Amongst other things, I came across: squirrel flavoured crisps, some sexy-looking biscuits, a nine year old stick of rock and some dry roasted nuts. I decided to go for the nuts.
Whilst doing my routine calorie check on the back of the packet, I found the warning - "Contains Nuts". Never, I thought to myself, as i revolved my tongue to de-nut my teeth. Nice.

Has the packaging industry gone mad?

On a more random note- there's no-one in the world who can deny how funky this and this are. xx