Monday 31 December 2012

NYE party mixtape (Hey there 2013 megamix!)

Hey Lovers, so this is the last mix tape of the year and it is really fitting that it is a Monday. As a final treat I have put together a compilation of tunes you can groove to as you count down the hours to the new years. There were so many awesome tunes to choose from so don't cuss me if your song isn't here OK lol. Even though it is raining hard like there is no tomorrow and the winds are buffeting us every which way I am sending 2012 out on a sweaty high and welcoming 2013 with wild abandon!....................... 2 step with me y'all



Jay Z and Kanye West - Niggas in Paris. "Said I ball so hard muthafuckers wanna fine me."




Black Box, Ride on time. WOOOAAHHHHH HO! is all i have to say lol



Azealia Banks 1991.  "Oh, la la la, Flirting with a cool French dude named Antoine, Wanna taste the pastry chocolate croissant.........yeaaaaah."


  Fuse ODG - Ft. Itz Tiffany & Donae'o- Azonto - "We walk over them haters"


Swedish House mafia- Don't you worry child



Chase and status - let you go



Technotronic Feat. Felly- Pump Up The Jam 



Sarkodie Ft. E.L. - U Go Kill Me 


Rhianna - Where Have You Been




Snap- Rhythm is a dancer

 

Laid Blak - My Eyes Are Red

 

David Guetta ft. Taped Rai - Just One Last Time

 

 Daley ft. Jessie J - Remember Me 

  

Nicki Minaj - Starships 

 

  Calvin Harris bounce ft kelis

 

 Rozalla - Everybody's free

 

 Beyonce -Countdown  

  AND Finally last but by no means least...............................What ever the hell you want insert song right here. Finish 2012 off anyway you want to and keep it moving and grooving in 2013!

Its been an interesting and somewhat illuminating year. Heres hoping 2013 will bigger, badder and better! Peace out 2012 it has been shamazing and emosh lol

Smooches
Stephanie aka Wednesdays Girl
xoxo

 

Thursday 20 December 2012

Saying my last goodbye



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My Uncle Les was buried on Monday 3rd December at 10.30am. I wasn't there. I didn't want to be. That's not how I wanted to say my goodbyes. He was in his 90's, had married and lost the love of his life had seen his son go to university and become a professor. He had fought in wars and seen the world change beyond belief in his life time. He had spent is life helping and saving people from themselves and others. He made an impact on so many.

I don't do well with tears; I am not that good at emotional turmoil. I have been affectionately called the emotional cyborg. I hurt and feel but I deal in my own way. I am not sure how to deal with this. This time I have cried. I have cried unexpectedly, tidal waves of grief washing over me. I have cried until my throat was sore and my eyes red and bulging (scary stuff!). I have cried in my sleep and now I think I am cried out. I think I am ok but the sight of a little old man on the street is nearly enough to undo me. I am not angry and I am not in denial, There is no use bargaining and my sadness isn't a depression. I think I have accepted his loss on earth. For the last few years I have been scared to see him. Scared to see a different man, a frailer man who no longer recognised me but had started to recognise the dementia in himself. The thought of his mortality scared me as silly as it seems sometimes you just think people will be around for ever. They won't be.
I have spent my time remembering him. The little things like his laugh, His crisply ironed and matching jacket and trousers or his old school calligraphy style handwriting. The excitement at seeing a card from him in the post. Knowing that inside my birthday card would be a crisp £5 note, a tradition that has gone on for decades and knowing that out of all my siblings I had the longest run (22 years). Small things but things that mean a lot to me. My kids will never get to meet him but that small tradition will live on and all because of him even if they think me a tight wad for only putting a fiver in lol.I draw comfort from the fact that he will be missed and that we at least will remember him.



The good don't always die young, sometimes they live and are taken before you get a chance to say goodbye.

R.I.P 
Uncle Les

xoxo

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