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

 

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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