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Was gonna have a cider tonight before bed, but my glands are so swollen and I have toothache 😩 so pain killers instead! Happy New Year from myself and Ariana, we'll be sleeping by midnight tonight haha Hopefully 2020 is a much more positive year. This year has broken me 💔 https://www.instagram.com/p/B6wDC9IAFhA9ll2pERSEzb_qlfQKk7orcvwUss0/?igshid=19f9st29rfjh5
May has been one of the most difficult months financially for me. Its literally been hand to mouth and I've had no spare money at all. I'm having to rely on someone else for food to feed my child and that makes me feel absolutely worthless as a mother.
Its stressing me so much that I can't just bundle A in to the car and go to soft play, or take her out to Edinburgh for the day because I don't have the funds to do so.
I had to use money I had set aside for council tax for stuff this week, but I won't be able to replace it til the end of the month. I've only just managed to pay all my direct debits this month by the skin of my teeth and have paid for 5 or 6 weeks of childcare as well. Still not received a penny of that back because universal credits works a month behind. When I do get it back, it'll be going towards next months childcare.
I really thought I could do this. I thought I could manage without any help and it turns out I can't. The alternative is to give the childminder 4 weeks notice and ask my mum to be my childcare again. I would rather walk on Lego!
Been feeling this a lot recently. Wrote out a whole essay in response to my mums shitty messages, but haven't sent it yet. I'm not ready to open up that can of worms.
I thought I would be free once I had a childminder and no longer required my mum for childcare. Apparently it's not that simple and I now desperately need to move house. That's a cost that I can't deal with right now since pretty much most of my money is being eaten by childcare costs 🤦♀️
Its affecting me more than I realise. Apparently a lot of people are worried about me, some think I have depression and I need to "give my head a wobble". Yes, because that will cure me... I don't have depression, I'm just stressed to fuck about everything, mostly money and the fact I still live next door to my mum.
Aside from all of this, I'm peachy 👌 not been on here in a while, but not ranted in a while ahaha that's what tumblr was for me, a place I could rant about things! Just need to get things out. My mum has complained I do "everything" for my boyfriends family. We cooked dinner on Sunday. We've not had a turn at cooking dinner for a long time, it's always someone else. It was nice! I enjoyed being in the kitchen and the food was great. But that means I'm doing everything for his family. I don't even want to look at my mum right now, let alone spend an afternoon with her, pretending everything is alright.
My boyfriends family have welcomed me and A in with open arms and its lovely. Its cosy and reminds me of Sundays at my grans house before my dad passed away!
You see these fuckers? They’re my pointe shoes. Now, I don’t know how much you guys know about ballet, but pointe is a style of ballet where the dancer dances on their toes. There’s a wooden box like thing on the tips, and is flat on the front, which makes us able to dance on our toes like we do. It’s called the box or platform. These shoes need to be the perfect size, otherwise the dancer can easily seriously hurt themselves. If the shoes are too small, their toes could break, but if they’re too big, they could snap their ankles. No two pairs of shoes are the same, so you can’t borrow anyone else’s. They need to be yours because otherwise the shoes won’t fit with your foot and how you dance.
These shoes range from 50-85 dollars, depending on where you get them and what they’re made out of. They’re stiff as a board when you first get them, so you need to break them in. Breaking them in takes months. You have to dance in stiff, hard boxes until the shank and vamp finally takes to your foot. You will bleed. Some people actually cry because the pain of breaking the shoes in is so bad. Once they’re finally broken in, dancing in them is wonderful, even if it still hurts a little. But when they’re broken in, they only last a few more months until they fall apart completely. Then you need to get a new pair and break those in.
In order to dance on these shoes, you need the proper cushioning for your toes, whether it be cotton, a soft gel slip over your toes, or wool. Your toenails need to be as short as you can make them, so that your nail can’t splinter and dig into your skin as you go up. Sometimes it happens anyway. Before a dancer can even consider dancing on the floor away from the bar, they need to practice for months, perfecting their balance, the set of their core, where their shoulders need to be, and how to go up.
Going up is key to staying safe while dancing pointe. If you go up wrong, theres a 95% chance you will hurt yourself. To go up, you need to roll up from your heels to the tips of your toes, flat, and with precision. If you hop up, you’ll break your ankle. If you roll the wrong way, you’ll break your ankle. It literally needs to be perfect. Before leaving the bar, you need to be able to balance for about sixty seconds, to assure your instructor and yourself that you will be save doing forte turns and pirouettes, as well as gran-jete, glissade, leaps, and even waltzes.
The next step is grace. You can’t blunder across the stage. You need to glide, flowing from each step to the other. The dance needs to look like a single step, moving continuously from each pose to another. Fingers need to be extended, necks elongated, shoulders down, chin up, stomach and butt tense and in, legs and back straight and toes pointed and turned out. The dance must always continue, even if you hurt yourself. If you can still move, you can still dance. If you’re bleeding in your shoe, there is no stopping and fixing it. You finish the dance and when it’s over you patch yourself up in the dressing room and continue on with your next dance if you have one. If you fall, you make it look like it was supposed to be in the dance. Your facial expressions and body need to reflect the music, so if you have a melancholy song, you must look forlorn, and depict it through your body and eyes, as well as the set of your mouth. Same as if your number was happy and upbeat, you need to reflect that.
There are two major styles of ballet: Russian and Italian. An ideal ballerina knows both forms, and can tell the difference between the two. A dancer must follow the song with it’s beat as well, and the tempo can go from counts of four to sixteenth counts.
Pointe dancers sometimes need to put resin on their shoes so that they don’t slip and risk breaking an arm, or even their neck. But if you put too much resin on, your shoes will stick, and you’ll fall while trying to turn.
In conclusion, DANCE IS A FUCKING SPORT, OKAY? ESPECIALLY BALLET. WE RISK OURSELVES EVERY PRACTICE AND SHOW, SO DON’T YOU DARE FUCKING TELL ME THAT WHAT I DO ISN’T A SPORT. I PRACTICE FOR HOURS, JUST AS EVERY OTHER PERSON WHO PLAYS SOCCER OR FOOTBALL OR LACROSSE. I GET HURT AND I FALL AND I GET BRUISED AND I BREAK THINGS, JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE WHO PLAYS ALL THOSE OTHER FUCKING SPORTS.
DANCE.
IS.
A.
SPORT.
So kindly fuck off if you think otherwise.
Ballet is the most hardcore thing ever. People are all like “Oh football players are so tough!” Pbbbbt. Ballet dancers can dance through pain that would make a football player cry like a bitch.
This is true guys I attended a professional russian ballet school for 10 years of my life it’s so fucking true
people think that because its so sweet and graceful, it must be such an easy, effortless thing. its just dancing right? but blood sweat and tears go into making each and every step look as effortless as they seem. oh look, they’re smiling, they must feel so carefree. uh uh. those smiles are damn fucking difficult to keep up when you’re trying to focus on so many other things.
I just found an old photo. Look! Bare arm! https://www.instagram.com/p/BsjHwYBg7JoWB8dchL6jGgmcF_ujpvJ2vdx9JI0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=wz9vfis9sa6p
Dr Seuss: ‘Maybe Christmas,’ he thought, ‘doesn’t come from a store. Maybe Christmas … perhaps … means a little bit more!’
Illumination:
Then they got an idea! An awful idea! THE BRANDS GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA! All the marketers thought, “Why should tickets suffice? With the Grinch selling knick-knacks, why, we’ll be paid twice!”
Forget all the morals! There’s cash to be made. From frosting to forklifts to Grinch Gatorade! Just slap his face on there and tint it with green And prepare for profits, yes, profits obscene!
From a seasonal, festival holiday grump, The Grinch had been played for a capital chump. “No more! Won’t you forget these trinkets?” he pleads. “Christmas isn’t junk! It’s your bonds and your deeds.”
For a moment, they paused. Was there more to this day Than products and placements and big bonus pay? The PR men sniffed and they shrugged and they sighed. Then they threw him some cash and they went back inside.
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My gran wanted pink nails with some sparkly bits for her Christmas party this afternoon. I need to make a more conscious effort to go and visit her. While we were there today she thought my great gran and grandad (her mum and stepdad) were still alive. Dementia really sucks :( https://www.instagram.com/p/BrVQF_rgJsIy6P7CNTKoysB168_rPlN0Tahjlo0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1okwwazh0if1x
i just have this persistent feeling of “i’m not doing enough” combined with “i don’t have the energy to do anything” and it just really fucking sucks
Writing this down before I forget.
I had a lovely dream that my grandad had come back to life. I took him to a tattoo shop so he could see this drawings on the wall and tell him how famous he had become localy. The tattoo shop told him to pick any tattoo and they'd do it for free. I ended up getting a yellow dagger tattooed on my inner forearm with leaves and the deathly Hallows symbol.
I took him for sweets at my local sweet shop as well and because he was gluten free now, I helped him pick out all his sweeties.
I want to go back to sleep :(
October 15th is pregnancy and infant loss awareness day. It marks the end of a week of awareness, but in reality, parents of angels never forget. Five years ago, 24th October 2013, I found out that my baby had stopped growing 3 weeks previously, becoming a non viable pregnancy. This is known as a missed miscarriage. My body had continued to think it was pregnant for those 3 weeks after the baby had died. I didn't find out til my scan at 12 and a bit weeks. I remember being taken in to a little side room, instead of back out in to the waiting room beside all the other expectant mothers excited for their scans. The nurse gave me some options. I could let my body miscarry naturally, I could take some tablets or I could have a D&C. The second two options included a hospital stay, but he first option? My body didn't do what it needed to do for 3 weeks. I didn't want to wait any longer and opted for the tablets. The next day we went to the hospital and got given a room. Was told to prepare for an overnight stay. I was given 4 hexagon shaped tablets and a bullet shaped suppository that I had to insert with no help; didn't even know if they were in properly. I was forcing a miscarriage with all the medicine, but it felt like an abortion. This baby was very much wanted and very much loved. I've waffled on a bit 😳 but that's the harsh reality of pregnancy loss. I was lucky, there was no need for medical intervention because I had passed everything in the miscarriage, but some people are not so lucky. Some people require a D&C, some people don't pass everything and get infections. This is the last thing they need as well as dealing with the loss of their baby. If you know someone who has lost a baby, talk to them about it. Mention the baby's name. Don't forget! https://www.instagram.com/p/Bo8jT93A6vR5aUa0NCUHB8a2ELBqV30XA5vYDs0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=wdisql4q2juk
A lesson that we can’t afford not to be taught.
let’s spread this again and again and again
Isn’t it amazing? Because this show was groundbreaking and so dead on about so many issues and you know who was behind it?
Bill Cosby
Proof that men can know what the right thing to do is, TELL other men what the right thing is, and then still go and fuck it up.
YES but also remember: Margie Peters wrote this episode. She knew Bill well.
I know national boyfriend day was 2 days ago, but this guy 😍 Bursting with so much love, I can’t put in to words how happy he makes me. I want to tell everyone all the time haha I know there’s a theory that if someone over shares about their relationship on social media, it’s because there’s something wrong and it’s a front. Well I say FUCK that theory, because he is a part of my life, and I share a lot of photos from every other part of it, so why shouldn’t I share anything about him?! https://www.instagram.com/p/Boi1xt8gYy267bf2b6Tg-twZgL71gE4iupRTyI0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1i2m547knmt6b
#SHE IS NOT EVEN ANYWHERE NEAR THE GENERAL AREA OF FUCKING AROUND GODDAMN
Hello Queen of Genovia
i read an article once that tried to “analyze” why so many people hate anne hathaway. i think the reason is because she’s a woman who sticks up for herself and stands up against sexism
It’s going to be a bad night.
Look, if it’s a real ghost, the busters get custody. If it’s just a real estate developer in a costume it’s out of their jurisdiction so we gotta hand things off to these meddling kids and their dog.
Mansplaining protip:
When a man starts explaining a concept you already told him you understand, instead of saying “I know” over and over until you die, try one of these:
Ok, which aspect is confusing you?
It seems like you have the basics down; Would you like me to recommend some good articles so you can get a more nuanced understanding?
So did you have a specific question, or do you just want a more in depth explanation?
SAVAGE
teacher-zone him
My cousin is an asst psych professor. Her new boss brought up how male students sometimes challenge female professors. He asked how she handles that: she says ‘hold on: let me take notes’, grabs a pen & paper, and proceeds to take no notes. If he asks why, she says ‘Tell me something I don’t know & I’ll have something to write’; no student has tried twice. Her boss laughed and asked her to mention it at the next staff meeting.
Additional tip:
If you need to bring up a topic you think he’ll argue against, ask him if he knows what it is, nod along as he tells you, and then build on the argument he’s just made for you by laying the base.
aka, I had a mansplaining coworker who used to trigger the shit out of my PTSD, so one day I asked him if he knew what “trigger” meant as a psychological term. He proceeded to explain my own panic attacks to me and ended up having a facial Oh Shit when I responded with “Yes, that’s exactly what happens to me when you do X, I’m glad you understand.”
It’s very hard to claim ignorance of the subject when you’ve just been so very proud of showing off your knowledge of that subject.
