Pure Genius.

Hoorah! Problem solved, in theory. Lacey suggested checking out all inclusive prices for flights and hotels when we go to LA in December. Genius! Complete and utter fabulousness. It will cost only an extra £600 to stay for 3 weeks in a hotel, like we are really on holiday! Our own space, someone to make our beds, the feeling of actually going on HOLIDAY. Oh joy. I am going to do it.
I am now excited to go, having spent weeks dreading the very idea I can now look to December and think of sun, shopping, sleeping in clean sheets in a bed ( which will be made by someone else) being able to drive over to grandpa's house and feel like we are visiting because HEY we are on HOLIDAY all the way from England.
Now, I feel like the scrimping and saving will be a joy, because we're going on HOLIDAY, not spending £2.000 to feel very grumpy and put upon and hard done by and all that jazz.
When we visit the house we can actually feel like maybe we can go out to eat or maybe someone will cook for US, instead of ' she's here, when's dinner?'
If we feel overwhelmed by the volume of people, well we can have a day at the hotel and use the pool, we can call and say " HEY! we're going to Disneyland wanna come?" instead of wondering if anyone is going to do anything and HEY WE'RE ON HOLIDAY...... Entertain us!
I am giddy with excitement because I have never had a holiday EVER, not ever. This will be a HOLIDAY! For ME!
So, now we can step up the saving ( as well as moving again, twice) and so you may notice that paypal button because well I see that on lots of blogs, big blogs and little blogs and I have never thought anything but " hey, wonder if that works?"
It is by no means a guilt button. It can be ignored or clicked on. ( actually, that does make me feel a bit squirmy) At this stage I am willing to do anything for a HOLIDAY. Anything except make my regulars feel uncomfortable or obliged. Please don't. It's more for those well to do famous people who I am sure read my blog and wish they could pay me gazillions for my wit and daily episodes of drama and unbelievable news. Those people. It's to make them feel happy and fulfilled. See? I am kind and thoughtful through and through aren't I?
I am pretty sure that I won't ever be able to buy a home or a car that smells like leather instead of wet dog and burning oil, some people manage that with their blogs but that pressure to perform and please would render me unable to write anything but " um........err........today I um, thought, err.......oh no am blank, can't write" so no homes or cars but maybe a bit of holiday?
I'm waffling and excusing myself. I shall stop.
I am going on HOLIDAY, I am. I am going to ebay and sell all my worldly goods and we are going to eat cheap and cheerful meals, walk if we can and clap our hands at the growing penny jar and dream of LA in December, Disneyland and sea world, visiting grandpa and Auntie Kara.
I can't wait to go to target and see clothes for the fuller figure in abundance on regular hangers ( not shoved in the back of the shop with double the price on them)
We will eat Mongolian barbeque, good pizza, get refills and have people smiling at us everywhere we go, we will have people tell us to have a good day and sound like they mean it.
I love England I really do but Americans know how to have a good time. I am so ready for a good time. 3 weeks. THREE WEEKS in a HOTEL, on HOLIDAY.
Oh sweet joy, anyday now, once the HOLIDAY is booked, I will have a sparkling annoying flashy thing, telling the world how many days are left until we fly.
Actually, the whole idea makes me feel like this










we just heard pure joyful giggling from the garden, looked out of the window
and saw him.....is this not the epitome of joy and freedom? What would I give to feel THIS free??
Yeah, just thinking of 3 weeks in a hotel in a sunny place makes me feel like that.

Reasons why I blog.

1. Because I can be in the depths of despair, blog that I want to run away and people ask me if they can come too. HOW COOL IS THAT? Where shall we go?
I vote we go to a country Inn, roaring log fires, home cooked grub, eat a lot, laugh a lot, talk about our husbands and kids a lot because THEY WON'T BE WITH US. We will sleep until we wake up all on our own. We will be pampered and treated like queens. Movies and books and uncomplicated thoughts.

2. I blog because I can. In my quest for adulation and laughter, I usually try to make my life appear humorous. When I can make myself laugh about the stuff that makes me cry.....yeehah. Worth it.

3. Because I am taken for granted. People in my real life, with the exception of my mum, forget to tell me when I am fabulous, or clever or funny. I need that and you give it to me. Thankyou. Don't stop. Please. Ever. Pander to my ego, I heart it.

4. I love to prove a point. There is such joy in being able to go back, find what I said/ they said, what happened, what I did / they did and being able to say SEE? SEE? Get out of that one matey.

5. It used to be my place to rant and tell the dark stuff but too many people read it now that know me ( not that you'd know, as they don't comment, meaners, comment I tell you, show yourselves. I have google, I know you are in RIGHT HERE and right there and a bus ride away, we could have lunch. I could come to your house and shout through the windows while you hide behind your couch and wish you had never delurked.)
Wouldn't you love to become famous by being mentioned on here? Be the envy of all Americans and canadians and Australians who long to spend time with me ( maybe in the way I long to have more children, that safe kind of longing because you know it won't ever happen. Phew.) Say Hello you Englandians! Especially the ones who live RIGHT DOWN THE ROAD!!
No self respect have I? Begging in the most shameless way.
I am a tad disappointed that I find myself editing endlessly so as not to tell too much. Maybe I will start a new one ...that will fizzle out because I love knowing people are reading, I am such a tart.