Tim Burton’s Mothers day tears and fire alarms

What I don’t get, is why Alice went home.

In Tim Burton’s version, she doesn’t have a wonderful relationship with her mother, her father is dead, her sister is off and married, she doesn’t like her friends and she doesn’t want to marry Haymitch. She just doesn’t want to be there. Of course, she had duties and what not but to be honest, ‘Underland’, full of such unimaginable creativity, ruled by the white Queen just seemed like a much better option to somebody in her position to be honest.

Then again, it was all a dream, so it’s very well she chose to go home because she’d have just woken up in that rabbit hole disappointed anyway.

I think I’ll read the book again in summer. There’s too much revision that has to come first so I  cant read it now. POOP.

Haven’t continued with my happiness posts in a while. I’ve been pretty busy and if I do find time i’m too tired to find things i’m happy about.

Today is mother’s day. 

Amy, William and I decided we’d surprise mum by getting up really early and making breakfast for us all. HOWEVER, as we were all creeping around the kitchen, I was cooking bacon, William was setting the table and Amy was writing out the card and wrapping Mum’s presents, I accidentally burnt the bacon and the fire alarm, which rings through the entire pub and house started to SCREAM. We ran around frantically opening every single door and window in the building like turning it off quicker was actually going to prevent mum from waking up and spoiling the surprise. She shortly came running down in her dressing gown, followed promptly by my dad in his boxers ( a sight I NEVER wish to see ever again ) and took the bacon, which was still slowly cremating away on the hob ( I left it cooking in all the commotion) and threw it in the sink. ‘WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON’ is all my half asleep father could say about three times before finally disconnecting the three or four fire alarms throughout the pub as Amy tried to hide mum’s presents from her and William hid from my dad’s rage.

I instantly burst into tears and cried ‘ I WAS JUST TRYING TO MAKE BREAAAAKFAAAAAAST’ and mum just started to laugh…. alot. and Dad’s expression softened as he hugged me. I was the laughing stock of the family.

Anyway, Mum scraped away the remains of the bacon and helped me start again before going upstairs to ‘pretend it never happened’, Dad went and bought us some more eggs ( the first ones were ruined ) Amy made a pot of tea and Williiam finished setting the table. 

The breakfast was lovely, the letter and presents us children got Mum made her AND DAD cry like babies ( or me half an hour before. ) and we got called ‘the best children ever.’ 

If brownie points were money i’d be living in a disney castle with a pink porsche by now.

Im very, very sleepy.

Love from me. x

 

Appreciation for Parents.

At this age, you think you know it all.
But we don’t.

we wouldn’t be anything without our mum’s and dads.

we wouldn’t have clean clothes, a nice, cooked dinner on the table. We wouldn’t have the money to pay for things such as the broadband so many of us can’t imagine life without.

We wouldn’t have ANYTHING, and we certainly don’t show them the appreciation they deserve.

Parents are the ones who, first and foremost, gave us the greatest gift of all; the gift of LIFE. without them, I wouldn’t be here writing this, and you wouldn’t be there reading it. After that they go on to feed us, clothe us, teach us to talk, to walk, to run. They are the ones who kiss that poorly knee better once you’ve fallen of the bike Dad taught you to ride and Mum saved up to buy for you. Parents enrol us into school to give us a good, qualitative education and they teach us wrong from right.

They are the ones we go to for advice, the ones that make christmas happen (That doesn’t just happen, You know. Parents literally put blood, sweat and a lot of money into making christmas what it is.), that buy our birthday cakes and presents, they shed that proud tear when you say that one line you have in the school play you’ve been practicing for months.

They had a life once before they brought us into the world. They could go out when they pleased to see friends or go to see a film or to drink, yet they gave most of it up so that they could care for you and let you live the life they substituted for you.

They save and they work to earn the money that makes your world go round.

Yet we take that for granted.

‘My mum’s a bitch.’ When she won’t let you go to see the new band you like without an adult, because you’re not old enough to look after yourself, even if you think you are, the minute that big strong man see’s you and picks you up, you have no chance.

She isn’t doing it to be a bitch, she’s doing it to protect you.

I’ve done it, I still do. I take my parents for granted every single day. Those little things they spend time doing,  that make the difference.

‘Dad’s a douche’ because he wont give YOU the ten pounds that YOU want to spend on a new top. That ten pounds HE worked for. HE spent time earning?

What gives you the right to take that away from him?

I’m not saying the kids of this generation are bad kids, I’m saying sometimes we all forget how much our parents worked for us, fought for us, bought for us, gave up for us.

They made their own lives harder, so ours could be great.

Say Thank you to them.

Christmas Gifts.

Christmas. Today, it’s 69 (ooo-err!) day’s until the day we all wake up, and sit in our jimmies opening various presents in front of the fir-blaah blah blah.
My parents own a pub, so I’ve always known Christmas to be the day that my parents are too busy working for christmas,and we would open our presents in the evening with Dad’s rhythmic snoring in the background after a few too many sherries and more than his share of mince pies. Although the pretty lights and novelty decorations are equally exciting factors of Christmas, most people agree that the gifts old saint nick brings us the night before is the most exciting part. Now, it’s easy to ask for the presents, a new phone, laptop, ipad (mostly technical items, have you noticed?) But when it comes to buying people gifts, it can leave a lot of people like me stumped.
Especially Boys, what the hell do you get them? If they come from a completely planet like often said, how are you meant to know what they like or want for christmas? You could go all simple, such as chocolate or deodorant, or even clothes. If you want something special or a significantly good present I have absolutley no idea where to start, and to be perfectly honest, have great difficulty deciding what to get my boyfriend this year.
Christmas in my house wouldn’t happen without my mum. She decorates the house, cooks the dinner, buys the presents, wraps the presents…etc etc. I don’t know whether my dad’s just a lazy one (which, when it comes to family he is) but my mum does everything, anyway. Therefore, I like to give her something special each year. Last year, (feel free to take my idea..;) ) I wrapped up various things, (I bought her a coat she liked, but didn’t buy to save money, some fluffy socks, some bath things, a pretty candle,a nice pair of earrings…) And wrapped them up seperatley, and labelled them ‘to my taxi driver’ ‘to my cook’ ‘to my cleaner’ ‘to my bestfriend’ etc.. So she had lots to open. 🙂 but this year, I don’t know how I’m going to top it…

Michaela.x