New York, New York, It’s a wonderful town!

It’s 5am on day two in one of the greatest cities on earth…. We’re awake, very awake. Have been for an hour. The result of falling asleep at 8pm last night. New York is famed for it’s night life, which we’ve seen none of yet – due to the fact that we did the same thing on the night before last (the night we got here). Though, technically you could blame that on a couple of very strong cocktails, which I, in turn, blame on a 2 1/2 hour wait in a stuffy room with no windows to get through passport control!

I wonder if the city that never sleeps sells coffee at 5am?

So, today is a new day, it’s also my beloved’s birthday (reason for trip) So, we are going to see the whole day, and the night, through… If it kills us!

Plan of attack? Less walking and a lot more cwoffeee!!! I’ll let you know how it goes 🙂

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So, last night my friend who I’m always starting Yoga with, and I, went to see Beyonce in Concert. Now, when we bought the tickets we didn’t really know much of her. A small handful of her dance tracks and another couple going back to the DC years.

We couldn’t understand, when we got there, why everyone was wearing copious amounts of glitter and sequins. And there wasn’t one heel in the place under 4 inches tall! except mine of course, cos I was in my supermarket “ugg” boots.

The show started without a support act. “This isn’t very good”, we thought. And then BANG!… There she was…. Amazonian, Statuesque, Goddess. And the worship began.

I have to say, it was truly a show. A full on 2 hours plus of big dance moves, big lights and big costumes. At one point the woman was walking on air, for god sakes!!, high above the crowd all around the stadium. How can you not worship that!?

But what actually turned me from “yeah, I like her music” to “I pledge undying love to her forever” was her connection to the audience. Despite the big theatrics – and believe me, that girl can do drama – I have never seen an artist get so up close and personal with their audience. There were several occasions when I was nearly in tears because of her genuine kindness.

Sparkle, glamour, presence, kindness and the greatest show on earth. If you get a chance to see her, don’t miss it. And ladies, take a leaf from her book right now. Sequins is not just for Christmas!!

It’s not like having your own cat!

I’m sitting here, marveling at my 19 month old cat, who is stretched out on the floor doing nothing in particular. I’m marveling at his cuteness, at how amazing he is. He’s not doing anything in particular, just lying there being a cat.

He’s now resting his little chin on his little paw and is looking up at me… his other paw he has placed downwards along his side, awww! Honestly, if it wasn’t for a number of friends of mine sharing similar stories with me – I’d think I was crazy (I’m sure you’re already thinking it).

2 minutes later and he’s doing his Mission Impossible impression as he scales along the underneath of the sofa, sliding along the floor on his back. He’s pulling bits of material out of the fabric as he goes… but all I can think is “awww!” (although I do have the good sense to at least talk to him sternly and tell him that he’s being naughty!)

Surely I’m not the only girl (and I use that term loosely!) in the world who refers to herself as Mummy when she’s talking to her cat. (Linda Lowen says I’m not). Hell, even my mum refers to herself as his Grandma!

My good friend (whom I regularly “start going to Yoga” with) used to have a cat. He passed away a couple of years ago and is sadly missed. (R.I.P. Dudley). She tells me that having a cat is good training for having a kid (she has 2… kids that is). She’s pretty much my Oracle these days on all things feline, marital and offspring related so, I take her at her word.

Another friend sent me a cartoon depicting my current state of mind, it is the same as her own, and of countless many others like us – check it out here! It strikes me, that of all the people I know in our little world (where kiddies have 4 very furry legs and a tail) none of us have children (of the non-hairy 2 legged kind, I mean). Does that say something about us?

I remember when our little furball first came into our lives – at 3 weeks old, seriously you have never seen ANYTHING cuter in your life! kids or no kids! – and I beamed with joy and pride telling everyone I met of our new arrival. Most people responded “It’ll be babies next!”

Sometimes we think about having another. However,  furball #1 is becoming quite the Diva and we’re not sure he’d take too kindly to someone else moving into his turf. He’s everything people say about cats. But we love him, with the most unconditional love in the world. No matter how many shoe laces he chews off or how many catches he pulls in the curtains. But then, I never had a pet when I was growing up (save the odd goldfish).  So, am I just one of life’s late learners or am I training for something completely different?

I’m going to start blogging…

Well, it’s been nearly 2 weeks since my last blog. Wow! Isn’t it a pain in the ass when life gets in the way?!

I’d like to be able to say that something major had happened – like, I’d been kidnapped by aliens and only just got back from Mars – but I can’t. Truth is work got really busy and I let it take over my life. I’m sure I’m not alone – how many times a year do women’s lifestyle magazines run an article on the elusive work/life balance? And to be fair, I’m sure a lot of men out there feel the same way. Though, I don’t read men’s lifestyle magazines, so I’m not sure whether it’s a hot topic in those publications.

You know, I was really enjoying blogging and for the first week of my “absence”, I really thought This blogging lark is hard! You have to keep on top of it all the time! For the second week, I didn’t even think about blogging. Until yesterday…

We had a very lazy morning yesterday (French coffee and croissants in bed) and then spent the afternoon with friends drinking tea and eating cake. I was lucky enough to have dinner cooked for me and then I spent the evening watching my favourite TV show of all time, whilst drinking a really nice glass of red wine.

And I realised, it wasn’t the blogging that was difficult. It was making “me time” that was hard. I love blogging! And during my first week in blog-land, none of it was a chore, every second was exciting. I couldn’t wait to get home and write something down, share my thoughts with the world wide web. I was always thinking about it and constantly scribbling down ideas when they came into my head. I was consciously making “me time” and it was easy. So, what was different about the 2nd and 3rd week? In all honesty? I’m not sure.

I admit I’ve not always been the most motivated person on the planet. Always well intentioned but not always a “completer-finisher”. You’d need both hands and a foot to count the number of times my good friend and I have “started” Yoga classes (and subsequently given up about 2 or 3 weeks later) yet I love Yoga too!

Maybe it’s priorities, maybe it’s society, maybe it’s just me… but, (and this probably won’t be the only time I say this) I’m going to start blogging again! Wish me luck… 🙂