Mums know best

Dear All

There are no other words than those of my sincere apology to any and all of you who seldom check in here to see what the weirdest species of this planet are up to. There is no other reason for our absence than a simple "just didn't have time" excuse. I know how you must feel. It must be the same feeling that I get when I hear Lalita's answering machine say to me "I am not really in the mood of picking the phone even though I am sitting 5 steps away from it, so leave a message after the tone. Or not, I don't really care" or something along those lines.

So are we now going to be one of those couples who fight and then one of them acts like nothing has happened and go on living like usual, hoping that the other will come around too ? As annoying as that must be, I'll do just the same. Ignorance is bliss !!

We are currently on our second work placements and I am working at a special needs school. I work with some of the most beautiful children and some of the warmest hearts to have been blessed to this world. It wasn't the most ideal place in accordance to my aspirations but I am very glad I ended up here. It has been my honour to see this world in a different light and to realise that love needs no words for its introduction. It is purely in the act, the smile and the way you look at someone. There are angels on this earth in every corner but we are made not to see them. Our loss.

I have been swarmed by extra stress recently which gives me a water-tight alibi that I have not been up to my dark lord-ly ways (I am afraid I am losing my touch). With all my due busyness, I felt that I had to write this blog post today. My mum has left this snow cold city for our warm hometown glory, for three weeks. When she left, I thought to myself "How bad could it be ? ". Turns out very. I am now in charge of everything from waking up on my own to not only feeding myself but also my sisters and my dad. I could almost write a book about my hardships faced in my first week (so 3 books by the end of 3 weeks) but doing that would mean that I had time to breath, which I didn't. Not until now I haven't. The worst part is that I am not even at the liberty to complain about the matter because my mother, that petite little thing with an un diagnosed border line OCD of cleanliness does all of these things all day every day 365 days of the year. I don't think I can actually do this any longer than I am required to do. I have almost started to lose my temper which I have been sworn (on the life of harry potter) to keep under control (we're only into our first week of this un-voluntary social experiment).
The evenings are lonely and the TV is boring without her. No one sings to the theme music of The Secret Circle or suggests that they should put that on before and after every advert break. I have reached the conclusion that mums have special super powers like Clark Kent (because that's the only explanation)
So don't under estimate the power of mums because even with all the crap she gets from everyone at home, she still smiles for you when you want and makes you feel warm no matter how cold it is outside. Most of all she is the very best you've got.

“Some are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but it is love just the same, and most mothers kiss and scold together.”

With love
Emily xx

Am I alone in thinking ?

So what's the commotion Emily, I hear you ask. It can't possibly the "in" thing to do because not everyone is doing it. It’s only a chosen few that have the nerve to do it every single freaking time. It's like Leon Doyle from The Apprentice said in the last episode "I should just become the apprentice, you know" because he came up with this stupid idea of calling their brand of cat food "lucky fish", yeah that should get him the win. It's like being big headed and letting everyone know that you have a massive big head and it grew so big that it actually split in to two. It's like trying to kiss yourself because you are awesome. Its liking your own status on face book . . . . .

I'll try and keep this short since this post comes under the category of rant and as much as we all love to rant, it can get out of hand. So there "was" this person (I am sure the person is still "is", but the reason for writing "was" will soon be revealed) on my face book account who constantly "liked " every status that they posted. And when I say every status, I mean every status. Ok, I'll give you an example

Annoying person: I just fell and broke all my bones and now I am in a vegetative state

Annoying person likes this

WTF!

OK, I kind of made that up BUT the point is that this person a) advertise every detail of their life on facebook b) like every detail that is advertised. As I see it, they have no life.

Ok, moving on, as you all know I, Emily lake have a bit of a temper and I can’t keep quite about things that annoy me. Only a bit! So I wrote my status something like this

Emily Lake: What's with people liking their own statuses? News flash, it's not cool so stop doing it.

Surprisingly I got a lot of "positive" responses about the lameness of the discussed action. However certain someone took it to heart and posted a very angry status and then . .... .. . Liked it.

This lead to a decrease of one person in my friend list as I realised that I was burning too much of my own blood and deleted the annoying person.

Weeks passed like days and I was once again happy as a bunny. Smiling, laughing and high five-ing friends until . . . . Dan Dan Dan. The virus infected another "friend". It saddens me that the infection has now evolved and the host not only likes their own statuses with the most horrible grammar known to man but also "likes" their own pictures in which they are sitting alone and smiling and posing like it's going to land them a part in America's next top model.

So . . . .Am I alone in thinking ?

Emily xxx