If we’re talking superheroes, my favourite has to be Wonder Woman. I have a penchant for strong, female icons, and an Amazon princess with super strength and a magic lasso is pretty high up there on a scale of one-to-cool. If you read my #Blogtober17 post for Day 21 (unusual crushes), you’ll see the theme of independent women continues here …
I couldn’t think what to write for this prompt. None of my celebrity crushes are particularly unusual (nor my real-life ones, either!). In fact, nowadays, I tend to prefer actors based on their talent rather than their looks. Otherwise, what’s the point of actors, right?
After writing my “Teenagers” post for yesterday, where I shared some things about what my teenage years were like, I started thinking about things I really liked in those days. As a teenager, I was really into the TV show Xena: Warrior Princess.
I have to say, I was a pretty boring teenager. I wasn’t a rebel, I didn’t misbehave or sneak alcohol, or anything like that. I was often teased about being a nerd, and was many a time called a goody-goody. My teenage years weren’t bad at all, but I have to admit they were my least interesting as well!
I’ve always thought of secrets as hidden things that one seeks with excitement – tidbits of knowledge waiting to be uncovered, little treasures one keeps close until one finds somebody worthy to share in the delight. This passage from Roald Dahl’s Charlie and the Chocolate Factory eloquently captures the enchanting quality that secrets can possess – the magic, as it were, of keeping things locked away until they are ready to be shared. Unfortunately, however, secrets get a bad rap more often than not …
I’m not the best at relaxation. I’m always on the go with one project or another, going here or there, and generally keeping busy. But, when I’m not, I’m pretty much a blob. I “rest” by watching TV or surfing the web (or, more specifically, social media), rather than actually taking a break for my mind as well as my body.
This week, we meet Sheila, mother of two under two – a boy and a girl. Sheila’s story is short and sweet, a tale of love and support, and a little bit of faith. Sheila doesn’t currently have a blog, so I’m really glad Sheila decided to share her story in this series!
‘You got this’, my husband said to me. I smiled and we exchanged a soft kiss, but inside I was unsure, and I knew he was too.
We’d spent the last two hours or so in a hospital room waiting for our scheduled C-section. This was our second C-section, so everyone told us it would be a piece of cake. This isn’t a negative birth story, I promise. But, after the drama we experienced with our first one just seventeen months prior, we both were aware that anything could happen.
Capricorns are big dreamers. I’ve always had big ideas about what I wanted to be when I grew up (or not be, as the case may be!). I’m lucky to have always had the support of my family and friends whenever I’ve wanted to achieve something. But it takes more than luck and support; it takes dedication, a lot of hard work, and the strength to stand up and try again if, at first, you fail. And that’s a lesson I want to teach my son.
I don’t even have to think about this one – I have two: heights and needles. Thankfully, I have never been on so high a precipice as to be classified as acrophobic, so I don’t really know how afraid of heights I am … I just know I don’t want to be looking down when I’m crossing a bridge. And needles? Just, eew.
I’ve always loved antique photos. There’s just something about them that draws me in. Perhaps the elegant vestments, or the sophisticated poses, or even the stern expressions – you just know that they hold an entire history in one image …
I really don’t know where to begin with this prompt. It’s been quite a while since I last read a novel, sadly. I used to read everyday on the train to work; but, as I started driving to work later in my pregnancy, I stopped and haven’t really started again. I’ve read one book since J was born …