Off Air in 5, 4 3....

And as quickly as it started it's gone. I'll be off air after this Friday happy people, so catch your last earful of mummymel reading your papers to you while you laze in bed. I'll find out later if I'll be switching to newswriting or not. Will keep you posted :-D Ciao.

Maureen

You gave me birth but in the end I was the one you called mummy. Greay hair uncut, unkempt.Knowing that final release from vanity would be the signal of no retreat.

It wasn't a surrender though. neither total nor accepting. We'd taken our stand in the years before , suffered through their blades and chemical warfare. We rose again.

This wasn't a surrender, it was... I don't know what. It was a painful and grateful ending on my part. You got to be where you could dream without limit and smile . That beautiful smile.

We love you. Outward remembrances made internal, maybe fear of our own certain future. But there nontheless. We love you Maureen. Be free.

Blog Ring

Beyond the Beach Mummy Mel was waiting for her picnic partners to arrive. The pastry so sweet simone would bring, ice and sodas of colours blinding to the eyes. The idle one was to seek pieces of le best pan chicken that simmy said was venting near the site. It promised to be a bashment, basically a big day of feteing . Oh the stories we would tell, of me of you, never reluctant to be intellectually challenging. We chose a theme, fanatasy island, dears but quickly nixed that out. Simple reason truth be told a raven would be left out. The day went well and all was good just lyming and singing at the beach. "We'll blog and lyme and make a rhyme for all the time to come. Ain't nothing better than getting merry with pannists out for fun"

Selah!

I saw this blog post and had to include it today. Just a little reminder to all of us in the "developing nations " of where we're coming from and the need to keep presing forward with regional integration and unity.



He who stands for nothing falls for anything.

http://bashmentbasses.blogspot.com/2006/06/food-for-thought-2.html

Pansong

It’s that feel on the inside, the one next to the skin
The promise of a pleasure deep within
It’s knowing that I can or not if I choose
No one to pretend to, nothing to lose

The ting-ta-da-ding of the iron pan
A melody so sweet
Rhythm of the bass pan
Echo in my feet

Goosebumps down my back
A counterbeat a tock tock crack
No pain in this exalted place
No one to disappoint, not a single downcast face

Me on my double pan alone in the night
Learning at my own pace
Singing out of sight

Hear that insistent call of music
Against all weather or sense of time
Doing what it does so smoothly
Party for two, exclusive lyme

Satisfy my craving inhibit my yearning
For this addict life is the fuel the flame ever burning
Passion in a note satisfaction is the melody
Double pans ring out
Give me my voice my spirit flying free.

Unsaid

Dear _________ ,


Over the past year I have started noticing you . You have always been a _____ _____ but now I find you even more ________. I realize this may come as no surprise given your _____
attitude but I hope you will give my thoughts some consideration. Do not feel pressured in any way to respond to this , but know that you have my _____ _______ should you have need.


Yours _______,

Melissa Woodham

Flying Rumours

It's fantastic living in an island as small as Jamaica, where it might take years for the former monopoly telephone company to install a landline but the grapevine takes less than a second to download information.

Case in point, after leaving the panyard yesterday evening a number of cars stopped by the side of the road to offer their support to some persons who had been involved in a minor car accident. On returning home my brother tells me that someone told him I had been in a car crash. Now luckily I had called him not too long after I went to the scene of the accident. Since he hadn't called me back while I was on the road I assume eitherI had called pretty soon after he got that info or he made the person clarify the remark, since he wasn't perturbed in any way when I came home. It's things like this that get people into trouble though.

For one thing I saw no one pass by whom I recognised, (wait I think I did glimpse Aunt Sally as I was leaving) nor did anyone signal to me, and only one person (a guy) actually stopped and came out of his car to get the details of the story. Anything else that anyone might have conveyed would only be speculation at this point. In any case I am just happy that there was no real damage done (no heart attacks from my brother) and all parties involved settled matters amicably.

LOL, Spoke too soon

Apparently Blogger had indigestion and belched up my post. Now I'm amused. Always a silver lining to every cloud.

Stop Eating My Blogs

I did a nice blog two minutes ago about the fact that I find it difficult to share details about myself to people. I mentioned that I thought it might have been the influence of reading so many Enid Blyton books and translating what I read into rules concerning not bragging about oneself and not tattling. I even said I occasionally feel guilty for not sharing as much with friends as they do with me. On their part I figured that they might be more interested in venting sometimes than actually getting back any information and so I wasn't being secretive, just supportive. Besides, they trust me to come to them if something's important or if I just want to chit chat.

But Blogger ate it. Now I don't feel like talking. I'm off to sulk , catch you later.

Speaking up

After a conversation with a friend I wondered why I find it hard to reveal information . It could be trivia, it could be great news but I find it hard to reveal details. I don't consider myself secretive, if anything I'm quite open and approachable. But at the same time I don't like telling people my business. Possibly its a dose of British culture from so many Enid Blyton books as a child,to be viewed in the same vein as not tattling and not bragging about one's accomplishments or airing laundry (dirty or otherwise) in public.

Somehow that doesn't quite cover it . Is it a desire to be mysterious or a lack of interest in my own activities ?

Why is it bugging me you may wonder? That at least is easy. I occasionally feel guilty that when people share things with me I don't share in return or share as much. I do realise that sometimes my friends just want a sympathetic ear to vent to and do not always want to get information in return. I think that's one of my stronger points :-D My friends should also appreciate the fact that a secret is a secret and only remains that way when it is unmentioned. If something is important to me then they trust me to speak about it in my own time (at least I believe they do). So far I haven't lost any friends and the only person this seems to bug is me so I'll stop here. I think I've said enough as it is :-D

Tired and Sleepy

I want to sleeeeep. Reallly really badly. Caught myself nodding off at work yesterday. Ah well, I catch up on that stuff in my lunch hour.
Bed time now.