Throwback Thursday

More 1,000 word fiction for you – I hope you enjoy!

 

Looking back it was obvious from the start.

This was never going to work.  Which was why I wanted to do it.

Like my friend who had a baby because the timing was so wrong – it sounded stupid, ridiculous, wreck less even at the time but now – it seems like it was the best thing she has ever done.

For me – I bought a one way ticket to a city that didn’t know my name.  No one knew me name. And that is what the appeal was.  I was running away from a life I no longer wanted but one I didn’t know how to break up with properly – I mean can you even break up from your own life? It was like I had to let go of the girl that I had been forced to be my whole childhood so I could become the woman I was meant to be the woman that I knew was – the woman that had always been there but hidden from view.

I could never be myself at home because I was always shouted down – I was told no far more than I was told yes.  I think that’s why even today, my default is on the negative.  I am a positive person for life and for others but for myself I am lost – sometimes I just don’t know.

So I did what anyone does when they don’t know what to do – well you have two choices – bury your head in the sand or run away.  Yeah, yeah some would say you could just deal with it but yeah right whoever does that – they don’t even do that in the films! They run.

So I ran.

Well I sauntered in my heels to the nearest train station – with two bags packed.  And I got on the train with my one way ticket feeling really proud of myself.

I looked at my suitcases.  One was full of books and writing paper and the other was full of clothes and one pair of shoes and somewhere in there I had managed to get my hair straightener – you know – the essentials.  It suddenly seemed daft – how was I going to be able to accessorise properly with just one suitcase of clothes, I was going to have to get a job fast…..there was of course that little issue of rent and bills but hey…….

I was a country bumpkin – I think – at the risk of annoying other country folk that when you have grown up in the country it gives you a certain naivety that you don’t’ have if you grew up in the city and I seemed to have held on to that into my adulthood.  I felt about 5 years less experienced in everything than city folk of my age, hell I was still scared to get the tube and still bought a travel pass instead of a single ticket just in case I got lost.

I got to Paddington far too quickly as I was starting to panic a little bit.

I had a number to call to view two properties that were ready to be moved into straight away.

It was then I realised I had no duvet.  I was an idiot.  But hey I was in the city.

The second flat was the one I chose – the first was nicer but the owner, who lived there, was a sleaze.  I swear there were holes drilled into the bathroom wall – I was glad I had been told to look out for such things but yuk how gross!

This flat was lovely – it was airy but my room was small.  I thought it would encourage me to get to know my  flatmates more as I would be forced to hang out in the communal space and not hide in my room.  I was wrong – they were horrid – I camped out in my room.

I job searched for two weeks and thankfully found a little office job – the money was not going to roll in as such but trickle slowly to my feet.

It meant I could eat, all be it sometimes just instant noodles, but my rent was paid, I had my mobile phone and the internet and the rest I would wing until I could get a pay rise.  I was so optimistic.

I went out for lunch with some girls from work and slowly got close to one or two of them.  I met some people through them and they introduced me to more.  My wardrobe was suffering – I needed more money.

That’s when I decided to try the local bar.

It was ridiculous – I was trying to hold down two jobs – one all day and one way into the night – I was looking longingly at the sales and tried to stay awake during the day.  Twice I had been caught with my eyes shut for far too long.  I was exhausted.  My flat mates stunk….literally and I was penniless.

But I was in the city – all my dreams felt that little bit closer to coming true.

Although I was single and living in a shared house that I hated the inhabitants of I still felt happy.  I shut myself off from the rest of the world and started to write.

I had tried to get away from being the bookworm and be the party girl but I knew it was never going to work.  There was nothing wrong with being a homebody and I decided to embrace it fully.

My stereo was loud enough to block out the housemates so I pretended I was living in my own place, somewhere a little more tropical than Walthamstow.  I wrote, and wrote and I wrote some more.

I then hauled myself to all sorts of publishers and agents and bam – I got published!!! Just like that.

So you see – being in the city and taking a risk it’s all paid off.  Looking back that bad move was the best move I ever made.

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Throwback thursday

Story time again – a day late again – I am sooooo sorry!

Anyway based on the theme of past, and reminiscing – that’s sort of throwback now isn’t it – anyway – happy reading!

 

Don’t you sometimes wish that the responsibility for your own life could just be taken out of your hands.  That you could just curl up and sleep for a moment and when you open your eyes everything has been sorted out for you ready to just skip off into the sun set.

Even movies don’t work quite like that though do they.

Even movies have hic-cups.  Sometimes the whole damn movie is.

I don’t want to look on my life like that though.  I have no regrets and I will keep it that way.

I believe that things happen for a reason – that people come into your life for a reason – that you have a path sort of set out for you – you are free to fall off that path as often as you choose and you have some choice over which direction you fall off it but every now and then fate/life/nature will lay down the law and ping you back on track again.  If you keep ignoring the signals something drastic will happen to you to make you see – to make you change – or do something to get back on track.

The key to a successful life is probably learning to read those signals and not be so darn stubborn about things.

Funny isn’t it how I choose to ignore those signals yet at the same time I say I want something or someone to take control.

Even down to choosing what milkshake I should have – sometimes it is all too much.

Other times don’t you dare try to tell me what I should have or tell me what I should do.

Sometimes I think it’s when I know what I should do and am scared – it’s when I know that I want someone to make that decision for me so I don’t have to hate myself for it at any point – so if it goes wrong I won’t feel so mad at myself.  But if it’s meant to be then how can I hate myself for it going wrong as the thing that is meant to be will have happened.

If you see something beautiful every day does it stop being beautiful?

Do you forget what you have and take it for granted?
Then when it has all gone away all you are left with are your memories of what once was? The remnants of glitter on your hands.

I feel the urge to blow things up.

That will put the cat amongst the pigeons ay! That will start the ball rolling one way or another or will throw it so high it will knock me out on the way back down – but at least something would be happening.

Am I impatient or just never satisfied?
Do I know what I want or am I actually clueless and how do I find that out?
If I was to see my life through someone else’s eyes, what would I see?
Who would I see myself as?
It would be fun to find out, or interesting at the very least.

Who do you think you would be in someone else’s eyes? Would you like yourself more, or less? Would you cry or be happy, would you learn anything at all?
Would it give you an ego? And is that a bad thing?
For each question I will find you one more.

I feel hollow not heartbroken and I don’t know which is worse. I think I would rather feel the pain and know that I am still alive.

Sometimes something happens and my stomach flips – I miss those butterfly days.

I shout out my words and sometimes a hollow echo comes back, sometimes there is no sound at all.

Or is there sound but you just don’t hear it because the right person isn’t around?

Questions and questions with no answers in sight – or do I know the answer but am afraid to say it out loud?

Am I just having a wobble when really I shouldn’t be worrying at all.

Is this life as we all know it?
Are you saying this is nothing new or unique? It’s just the way it is?
Am I ungrateful or greedy or just honest? Do I deserve more? Do we all?
How do you know when you are truly happy, what do you compare it to? And isn’t happiness a build up of small moments, minute details rather than grand gestures?

I see the sun start to rise and temporarily my head goes numb, all around me the world seems to be lit up like a flame, the most amazing hues of orange and yellow and pink all dancing and swirling around themselves in natures amazing portraits – every few seconds the scene changes, the light gets paler, it turns more pink, the clouds get whiter until it’s just the daylight left and the embers of the sunrise have faded into the background once more.  It’s then I realise I should switch my head from the nonsense channel and back into sleep mode.

All of these questions will be there tomorrow, later on in the day, the next time I can’t sleep – my head swirling with a million and one questions about my life and what I should be doing and if I have made the right decision and if this is the way it should be done and if it even matters about whether or not I know the answers or whether anyone else does because after all isn’t life just one big adventure – we aren’t meant to know the outcome until the very end – it would jade our thinking and we know that what is meant to happen will happen and what will be will be – the right people will gravitate towards you and your life and good things will happen along with the bad – you will smile again no matter what and on that note it really is time to say farewell, goodnight and sweet dreams to you all.

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Myself and my big bro’  Please note how I am doing all the work and how he looks way too smug.

Moments later my Mom tried to get in the boat with us and he jokingly pushed her out – it broke her toe and we laughed.  Because we are nice like that.  To be fair we didn’t know she’d broken her toe – she’d just squealed and got her hair wet.

This is also the sea that I learnt to swim in – in true Ali style I didn’t learn to swim in a pool, I learnt to swim in the sea…..and I only did that because I wanted this rubber ring that had octopus, jelly fish and such like all over it – so I struck up a deal – so I learnt to swim and got what I wanted.  Result!

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So here I am – knee high to a grasshopper and looking beyound grumpy.

The truth was and you can only really see this if you zoom in, but a few days before I had a bit of a mishap.

I was pretending I could fly – as you do – and I had my arms stretched out behind me to make my wings.  I used to insist on little patent mary jane shoes, they were either grey or black, that much I don’t recall but they were a bit slippy, especially when running fast in a circle.

I face planted.

Somehow my nose and chin remained fine it was my mouth that got popped open.  My whole top lip and half my bottom lip.

I was wearing a pink dress with a white sailor bib – perfect to really highlight the scary amount of blood.  My Mom used to be a voluteer reading helper at the school I went to and she was coming to find me to say goodbye as she had finished her shift.  What she was greeted with was a Zombie Apocolypse.  I was walking towards her, arms out a little, crying with blood pouring from my mouth and all over my dress and with loads of people from the school all following behind me.

My mouth swelled up to proportions that would make Mick Jagger jealous.  And you know the worst thing – I wasn’t given any time of school, other than a trip to the doctor – I then had to spend days being stared at and having this photo taken…hence being unable to smile!

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This man is/was an awesome man.  His name was Francis Treadgold.  Earlier this year he sadly decided enough was enough and left this world for whatever adventures were in store for him next.  He reminded me of Carl from Up in his looks and (a better copy) of this photo along with a little Carl figurine sit on my bookcase by my writing desk – looking over me! The lady in the picture is his lovely wife Ena.  This was like their 5000 year wedding anniversary – they had been married forever – honestly…..and the look of love in her face as she sat on his knee……I will cherish that memory forever.  

I miss this man every day – not nearly as much as lovely Ena does.  So this week’s throwback thursday is dedicated to the memory of Francis and to the honor I have in having known him for so long.  The love between these two is something you could only hope to ever find and I hope that you all do, these two are seriously little gems in this world.  Two of the kindest people I have ever had the pleasure to know.

Sweet dreams Francis.

All Hallows Eve

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Throwback Thursday – featuring yours truely as Dracula’s Bride – with my Mom’s actual wedding veil on!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN PEOPLE!

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All Hallows eve.  The time we remember the dead, including saints, which were referred to or are referred to as Hallows and also a time to remember the martyrs and the departed believers.

So yup another religious affair – but respecting the dead sounds like it should be a nice affair not about scaring the bejesus out of someone and hassling people for sweets ;o)

Last year I really noticed how much bigger Halloween had become in the UK – it’s always been quite a major family affair in the U.S but I noticed the little lanterns being put outside the houses in the UK where you could go and visit – I then noticed the idiots old enough to know better walking around and kicking the lanterns down the street……anyway – you always have a few that are stupid don’t you!

I think originally it was a Christian fest influenced by a celtic harvest festival.

It was the Irish and the Scots that took this over to North America back in the 19th Century and although not celebrated all over the world there are many countries that do follow this tradition.

I have been told that the ancient Gaels believed that on October 31 the boundaries between the world of the living and the world of the dead overlapped and the dead would come back to life and cause sickness and damage crops.

Or in todays’ world maybe the sickness is from too much candy and the damage comes from those few idiots like the kids I saw booting the lanterns down the street.  Apparently bonfires used to play a huge part in the festivities which apparently attracted bats – and this is how the bat became so heavily involved in Halloween.  The costumes people wore was to mimic the dead.

 

At the beginning of November way back when poorer people would go door to door on the scrounge and would be given food in return for prayers for the dead on the following day known as All Souls Day – and this practice became known as ‘Souling’.  Shakespeare gave a nod to all of this when he referred to someone as  ‘…like a beggar at Hallowmas.’

 

The earliest known recorded account of trick or treating was in 1911 when a paper in Ontario reported seeing children near the New York border dressed up and going door to door receiving nuts and sweets in return for saying rhymes and singing songs.  It is believed though that in the US it was children that had to explain to Adults what they were doing and adults were enraged at such a practise.  So who and what started such a big tradition is still a little confused but to me it’s about dressing up and candy – what’s not to love about that!

 

 

Throwback Thursday/Snow White

So here is a picture of me and my friend Adrian – back in the days when I was out all hours, every hour if possible.  I’d leave a shower of glitter behind me, I kid you not, it was a standing joke that there was a circle of glitter around my desk at work.  I burned the candle at both ends and in the middle and every which way I could.

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I would go out dancing as often as possible and Friday nights especially would be where I would dance away any stresses or tensions of the week and live again.

Last week I went out dancing for the first time in way too long and I haven’t felt so free and alive in a long time.

This time I did it without smoking though as I have long since (thankfully) kicked that habit to the curb.  

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A little while ago I interviewed Misha Lazzara.  Wife of Adam Lazzara, Misha is also an avid reader, a bit of a cook and a great Mother to one little boy, soon to become two little boys.

Misha has a great outlook on the world so I would like to share this interview with all of you new to my writing and to my new blog!  I hope that you enjoy.

 

INTRODUCTING MISHA LAZZARA

 

They say that behind every great man is an even greater woman. Some of you may know Adam Lazzara, from one of my favourite bands, Taking Band Sunday. I stumbled across his wife Misha’s blog and was really impressed with all that was going on there. Read on and you will see some of the great things Misha has to say about books, healthy eating, vegetarianism, music and more!

So Misha, your blog is filled with wonderful cooking tips and pictures, have you always enjoyed cooking? 
Thanks. I’ve always enjoyed the idea of it. I liked to watch my mom cook when I was little. I love the ritual of preparing dinner while everyone hangs out around you, talking about their day, drinking wine and relaxing. That’s what I saw growing up and now I see the importance of that time and cherish it.

What got you into cooking? 
I think what I mentioned before, with dinnertime meaning so much to me as a kid. I think it was a natural thing. I come from such a big family and food was what always brought us together. Holidays like Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter was when we went to my gramma’s and everyone brought their signature dish, we sat, laid, or huddled wherever we would fit and eat and talk for hours. My cousins and I would steal my Aunt Marion’s dinner rolls that she made from scratch and hide them around the house ’til we weren’t so stuffed and could go back for them. For me, learning how to cook well is like carrying on those traditions.

Have you always been conscious of what you eat or is it since you became pregnant/or becoming a mother? 
Unfortunately, I became conscious too early in life. Before, like when I was in high school, it was about my appearance and weight. Looking back, I wish that I hadn’t counted calories or been concerned with things like that. Those experiences are such a big part of why I’m so anti-”dieting” now. In college I gave all that up. I started eating vegetarian but just had fun in life and fun with what I ate, no more “dieting,” just healthy and responsible choices. I want to eat consciously-farmed and prepared foods to help the world, to not contribute to animal slaughter and torture, to get the best nutrition at the least cost for everyone….not just thinking about myself, being selfish and eating whatever I feel like, but considering the cost of all the pesticides, hormones and antibiotics and the price the millions of animals pay that are tortured in despicable conditions. I wouldn’t say that being a mom changed my views; I would just say that not ignoring the truth of what’s happening on those factory “farms” has really contributed to my stance on family farm or ethically farmed living.

What food facts have scared you most? 
For example I was shocked when I read just what goes into milk and what happens to dairy cattle after reading Alicia Silverstone’s book. 
There’s really just too much to go into! I would say for me one of the worst things is the gestation crates and just the whole sow thing in general. Most people know by now that pigs are smarter than dogs, having higher IQs. Yet people go on obsessing about and loving their dogs while chowing down on bacon. Pigs are scientifically proven to be more aware and intelligent than your puppy but still we treat them so awfully. They live inside in crates of concrete and metal that they can barely lay down in for most or all of their adult lives. Really, it’s just sad that people allow that to happen. It’s people that are eating all that freaking bacon that people joke about and have tattoos of and just aren’t considering the real cost of what they’re eating. Not to mention what it costs to the environment to feed and house this ridiculous excess of domesticated animals because of the high demand. Obviously, you can kill yourself caring about this stuff or just know the truth and try to do as much as you can. That’s what I do. I don’t go around preaching this stuff to every stranger I see buying bacon at the store. This is how I feel but unfortunately balance is required to live in a world this upside down when it comes to animal treatment and a humane diet. I’ll calm down now… :)

Do you find it hard to be healthy when you are eating out or on the road with your husband’s band? 
Sometimes. I’ll still eat stuff like french fries and whatnot if I have to (only vegan or even vegetarian option at some places like IN-N-OUT). I try to find the first and nearest grocery store to stock up on stuff like Amy’s burritos, cans of healthy soups, hummus, et cetera. Then we have stuff on the bus and don’t have to eat dinner from whatever we can find at a Circle K or something, haha.

What is your favourite dish? 
Oh, this is impossible to answer. Really, impossible… I’d say maybe plain spaghetti, red curry or just anything with noodles.

Would you ever consider writing a cook book? After reading your blog, I for one would buy it! 
Thanks, haha! Yeah, I think it’d be cool to do something like that for college aged girls or young ladies who have never had to “run” their own kitchen before. I’ve had some messages about that very thing and I think it’d be really fun.

In the modern world – time is limited for many people so it becomes habit to grab ready meals, how do you combat that? 
I keep groceries on hand, easy as that. I always have things like canned beans, quinoa, brown rice, tofu, frozen veggies, Gardein brand freezer stuff, etc to make quick easy meals with. I keep us stocked up! Minus the Gardein, all the stuff I mentioned is some of the cheapest stuff at the grocery store, so it doesn’t have to be expensive to keep a well-stocked pantry. We still like to do quick stuff sometimes, there’s a gourmet deli/salad/wine store half a block from our house and when we want quick dinner we hop down there. They make me huge and healthy salads, so for us, quick doesn’t have to mean unhealthy.

What environmental issues bother you the most?
Oh, goodness. The fact that people completely ignore what’s happening and what’s going to happen if we keep farming and consuming livestock at this rate. Even if you don’t believe any evidence that you see, why would you want to eat something that’s been pumped full of hormones and antibiotics and lived out its life standing around in its own feces? Who’s that cruel? No one would be if they opened their eyes and actually saw what was happening. It’s the ignoring and turning a blind eye that baffles me. I’m all for family farm life. My brother and sister-in-law run a beautiful family farm in northern Georgia that I love to visit. The problem is the farms that are now essentially factories where animals aren’t treated like animals in any sense of the word, yet their meat is treated like food.


People have criticised you for bringing up your child vegetarian, I for one do not see anything wrong with providing what you feel is the best food for your child, is there anything else you would like to say about that? 

I agree with you, haha! As you can tell from the previous questions, I feel strongly about this topic. That’s plain to see. Regardless of that, why anonymous people would think they have a say in how to raise my own son is nothing short of bizarre.

I wrote a piece recently about how there is so much pressure on people to be thinner than they should and work out to extremes and the whole beauty myth that goes on within the media, how does that make you feel? How do you personally find a happy healthy balance? 
I take that very personally because I struggled with that in my teenage years. I wish there was pressure from the media for girls to be happy. Intense pressure to do what makes them happy and that weight was just ignored unless it was a health issue. I wish there was pressure for girls to read books and cherish intelligence and to be kind and generous instead of pressure from the media to be skinny and bitchy. I think a lot can be said for family support and priorities. Of course the media plays a roll but as long as families are still supporting things like academics and integrity and overlooking the weight and cattiness (is that a word?) then most girls can hopefully overcome that voice from with out telling them they need to be skinny. I think another good way to balance the pressure from the media, from shows like Gossip Girl or The Real Housewives or whatever is to not watch them and to be a good friend to GIRLS. I’m scared of girls that say they don’t have any girlfriends. I always wonder what that means when they say that. And also just to be kind and be sure of yourself, a lot of insecurities are taken out on other people in negative ways and that’s not fair to you or them.

What made you become vegan and what do you feel are the benefits of a vegan lifestyle?
Well, it started with the cleanse “Ultra Metabolism Diet,” when I first gave up all cheese, eggs and dairy about a year ago. I say on my blog “about me” that I eat “mostly” vegan. I would say vegetarian but that wouldn’t be a strong enough word. I would say just vegan but I don’t like that pressure. I’ve mentioned many times before, it will help everyone the more OFTEN people eat vegan meals, but a lot of people are scared of jumping in headfirst, so to speak. I’ve mentioned before that if I got pregnant, for example, I would eat a mix of vegan and environmentally-conscious vegetarian. I just know how I feel, but that doesn’t mean I’d throw the veganism out the window. Just because I would want to eat cage-free, organic eggs for that extra protein doesn’t mean all of a sudden I’d stop eating other meals that are completely vegan. Does this make sense? Haha, this is all hypothetical. I just like to showcase the opinion that you can be “half-vegan” or whatever you want to call it. So many people are scared of eating that way because diehard vegans are so outspoken. But every little bit helps, and eating vegan once in a while or toning down a full-on meat diet will help. That’s the point and that’s my goal….slowing down factory farms and “balancing the scale,” not for everyone to eat vegan all the time.

Your blog is also full of all the books you read. What are you top 5 favourite books/authors? 
Whew, this is tough. “Atlas Shrugged” by Ayn Rand is probably my favourite book I’ve ever read; it really altered my attitude on life. The rest are in no particular order and subject to change…”On the Road” by Jack Kerouac, “Pride and Prejudice” by Jane Austen, “Slaughterhouse Five” by Kurt Vonnegut, “Return of the King” by JRR Tolkien and “The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe” by CS Lewis.

Have you always been a bit of a book worm? 
Yes, absolutely. My parents have pictures of me having fallen asleep with books on my face from the age of 2. All the books I mentioned above as my favourite except “Atlas Shrugged” I read before I graduated high school. That’s probably why they were so influential to me. I’ve been what you might call “obsessively” reading since I can remember! I used to ask my dad only for books for Christmas when I was growing up, which is still where the largest portion of my book collection comes from.

I could not imagine life without books and am dipping my toe into the world of writing, have you ever been tempted to try to write a novel? 
Yeah, actually, I hope to one day. I have some ideas. It’s hard work for me to sit down and write fiction, but I do try.

What are the best children’s books out there you have come across? 
Far and away, “The Chronicles of Narnia” by Lewis which I reread about this time last year and fell in love all over again. I also like “City of Ember” by Jeane DuPrau, which I was actually hoping would be more in the “young adult” arena when I bought it, but it’s definitely children’s lit and it’s a very neat story. Of course, we love Shel Silverstein around here. He’s wise, sad, cute, smart, funny and disturbing all at the same time.

Is there any character you wish you could be from a book? 
Elizabeth Bennett-Darcy is up there around the top of that list and though I wouldn’t really want to be Katniss Everdeen, she is super bad-ass and awesome. This is a good question and honestly something I haven’t thought about before.

As a child I loved the idea of the magic faraway tree and the land of Narnia, what were your escapisms?
Ah, I love the idea of Narnia so much. This is a funny question because I had my own little secret place I dreamed up. We lived in a really old, huge house growing up and there was a tiny little door that led to the pipes below my mom’s bathroom. I always imagined that if only I opened it, it lead to a giant room with a glass chandelier with a black and white checkered tile floor, full of all the food I loved and beautiful dresses that fit me perfectly and on and on. Haha, I spent a lot of time “down there.” I totally forgot about this until now, haha, good memories.

Have you ventured into the world of kindle or ebooks yet? 
Nope, for two reasons. I don’t know how to work our Kindle and I love everything about books. I noticed at Starbucks a few weeks ago they were giving away the first of the “Artemis Fowl” books online for their iTunes weekly giveaway or whatever it is. I’ve been wanting to read that so I’m going to attempt my first online book reading. We’ll see!

What are your views on that over the hard copy? 
Hard copy all the way for me, but I understand the urge to save on printing and paper, so I’m all right with it, even though it’s just not the same.

Now Downton Abbey is a favourite TV show of yours, out of all the period drama’s out there, why do you feel Downton has become such a huge hit with the American public? 
I don’t know, but I love it. Maybe the time period is one that is interesting Americans. I know I loved the first episode with the Titanic story line. It was interesting to me. Also, the characters are also so well-developed! They’re not either good or bad, they’re complex and real-seeming. And Mary Crawley’s wardrobe is incredible, so chic. Her and Matthew’s relationship is great, all the waiting, the drama, turmoil. There’s so much to say about it that’s interesting both visually and within the story. I love it!

You have to juggle parenthood with having a husband in a touring band, do you still manage to get out on tour as a family? 
Not as much as we’d like, but when we do it’s super fun and special. Adam’s still at work, though it may not seem like it since his job is so different from other people’s, as are all the other guys in the band. The bus is full, everyone’s away from home and their loved ones; it’s hard to squeeze in, especially with a toddler like a ping pong ball. :) We make it work, and I’m lucky to have family so close around me to help out when my husband’s gone.


(Adam and Misha)

Do you play any instruments yourself?
Haha, oh yeah. My dad was a music major, is very into music and can play most instruments pretty well. I started playing the flute when I was like 9. I play the flute, piccolo and oboe. My husband thinks it’s funny and asks me to get my flute out and play sometimes. I usually say no, though I always do intend to find some nice sheet music and keep practicing, unfortunately I never actually get around to it.

My brother is in a band (called Jet Pack) and they are heavily influenced by Taking Back Sunday and Blink 182, they’ve noticed lately that a lot of bands they are touring with are using backing tracks and miming – what are your thoughts on music moving in that direction? 
I don’t know. I think evolution in music is normal and like all different styles. I get why people do it. I just hope the art of ACTUALLY playing instruments and singing without altering vocals in a band is never lost.


(Jet Pack with Adam Lazzara)

Speaking of Taking Back Sunday, what is your favourite track by them? 
The slower tracks are mostly my favourite. Winter Passing, My Blue Heaven–the ballads. Really, I like it all. I listen to them on shuffle, I listen to their Pandora station, I listen to their brand new stuff on Adam’s iPod, I listen to it all and like it.

Who are your favourite bands? Um, Imogen Heap was always a favourite of mine. I would say some of favourite stuff to listen to is in the same genre as her–A Fine Frenzy, Maria Taylor / Azure Ray, Blonde Redhead, Regina Spektor, stuff like that. I like bluegrass country and folk music from Avett Brothers to Ryan Adams to Neil Young. I also just listen to and love a lot of rock and indie stuff. So…I just love music!

Any new up and coming bands that you could recommend?Hmm… I’m so bad at this. I got a Lianne La Havas album from a friend, and I find it very soothing. I think it’s her first studio album. My brother is in a band called “My Secret Other Girlfriend” with Adam’s little brother, Nathan. I honestly love their music and think it’s great.

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Throwback Thursday

So as this is my first Throwback Thursday I wanted to make it special and show what a dork I can be!
I work in the film industry – I don’t get star struck very often.  The whole world of celebrity baffles me, why oh why do we hold mere human beings up to such high standards and end up worshipping them, going crazy for them, paying them ridiculous amounts of money…….anyway – there is probably a whole huge ranty blog to write on that subject one day but for today, here is my Throwback Thursday picture(s).

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So…yes the Aliblahblah on twitter would be me.  That guy, Mark Hoppus, well…seriously – I don’t need to introduce him!

I LOVE Blink.  I am basically just a big old music fan but I do have a major soft spot for Blink.

So to receive this was pretty damn awesome.  And made the never star struck person (me) grin just a little.

The tattoo in question:

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The lyrics are from a +44 song (Baby Come On), which was the band Mark Hoppus started when it looked like Blink 182 were going to go their separate ways.  I not only like this song, this band and all the lyrics but this line in particular stood out to me and has summed up something that I’ve always really believed in.  New starts, new beginnings, not being held back and looking forward.  The whole tattoo has huge personal meaning to me so getting it done was good in itself – this was like the cherry on the top.  The tattoo was done by Adam at Shakespeare Ink in Stratford Upon Avon.  I would highly recommend these guys – it’s a great studio – great vibe and I will definitely be back!

Happy Thursday people – the weekend is almost upon on!