I grew up in a little country town. The nearest city being 45 minutes away, so going to the movie theatre was a novelty.
But I remember how excited I’d get when the opportunity to go, came up! It didn’t happen often, in fact, I could probably count on one hand how many times I went.
So, the excitement of it all was warranted!
Fast forward through the years and now we have evolved! Our favourite animated characters and movies are coming to life on the big screens!
Beauty and the Beast was a winner for me and so, it intrigues me to see what other movies they have in-store for us!
So, with a little bit of hunting round', I threw together (in no particular order) –
My 2019 MUST-GO-SEE Movies List. (I haven’t chosen these for anyone! These are just the one’s that I personally want to see! + not all have little write-up's under their titles, only ones I choose)
The Lion King –
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My first time ever going to the movies was to see The Lion King, AND, yes! I cried my eyes out when Mufasa died! – who didn’t!?
So, you can only imagine how fucking batshit crazy I was when I had heard about the 2019 trailer of the remade movie, revealed itself!
I've always been a Disney addict, I grew up collecting all of them! Yaknow, when VCR's & video’s were the “technologies"🤭 (if you're born in the 80’s & grew up in the 90’s, you'll know what I mean)
God. I’m so ancient!
Admittedly, when I first saw the trailer, my initial excitement I had, had before seeing it, had now turned into saltiness. I wasn’t impressed. In fact – I was thinking my biggest fear was coming to fruition, which was the “remake” of one of my most loved movies of all time, was about to be ruined.
I refused to watch the whole trailer at first. Friends of mine convinced me to re-watch it though --- they were actually offended by my reaction to the trailer.
LUCKY! I listened and gave it another shot!
I’m inlove and cannot fucking wait for it to hit the big screens!
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Everyone knows about the magic Genie, the flying carpet, the beautiful Princess Jasmine and the cheeky but handsome street boy Aladdin with his fav. Little monkey Abu – And if you don’t know who I’m talking about, then we can’t be friends!
Aladdin is another one of my childhood favorites! Again though, if you’re not familiar with this movie... we CAN’T be friends and you are still living under a rock!
Although the trailer for it is not very impressive and it doesn’t show much, I am still intrigued and excited to see how they have remade the movie.
Pixar Toy Story 4 –
Everybody’s favourite Toy squad is about to be back on the biggest screens in your towns!
With the trailer not really revealing MUCH! You get to see all of our beloved characters AND a sneak peek of a new addition – a spork? Called Forky? But insists he's not a toy? Hmmm interesting...
Can't wait to see what adventures the toys take us on this round!
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To be honest – I’m debating whether to go and watch this or not!
I don't cope well with animal movies (Lion King excluded, only cos I know what happens) and with this one – I’ve never actually seen/read about Dumbo's story, but that damn trailer! His cuteness, his sadness ....ugghhh! I don't know if I'd cope (I'm a sooook, ask Kate!)
Dark Phoenix –
Now we all know about them. We've all seen the animated series at some point. & we all have our favs. Whether they’re a villain or a hero!
And ever since they came to life on the big screens, we seem to not be able to stop watching them each time they have a new movie out!
We know them as X-Men! And going by the trailer, it looks goooood!! So, I’m hoping it’s not a let down!
Pet Sematary –
Have you seen the original? It is fucking scary! And I’m guessing this remake will be just as fucking scary!
Go & see for yourselves!
Sonic The Hedgehog –
Anyone that knows my Kate, knows how much she LOVES this little blue guy! This ones for her! X
IT: Chapter 2 –
I HATE CLOWS!!!! But I’ll go see this…
And anything else that comes up throughout the year, I will add to the list :)
Get your popcorn ready, bitches!
It's never been a dull moment in the Sidney/Connell household.
The back story needs to be told before anything else, because, it just does!
What started off with ONE cat - Shadow, soon turned into 1 cat, 1 dog - Lily. Eventually (probably the same year we moved in) I begrudgingly said yes to ANOTHER cat - Candy.
2 cats, 1 dog.
I could cope with that. But then... said cat got pregnant. There were no plans to keep any yet we ended up keeping ONE kitty - Sephora.
Yes, you've read correctly!
3 cats, 1 dog.
Are you keeping up?
Because, one day – I was minding my own business doing what normal people do on the internet... FACEBOOK 🤭 somehow I ended up seeing a post that a lady had just put up minutes before I saw it...
“ just born, will be ready in 8 to 12 weeks if anybody is interested in these little Balls of Furry cuteness! $200, long haired chihuahua X pappiPom"
It was instant LOVE. Yaknow, when you see something for the first time and you know that you just have to have it... Well , that was me with this puppy, he captured my attention straight away!
The lady selling him and his siblings told me they were selling fast and that I’d have to let her know if I wanted him ASAP!
But Kate said no.
Don’t worry, I didn’t listen yo! Hehe!
In fact, I used her Visa to pay the $200 that was required in order to be able to have him – only thing was... he wasn’t ready until he was 12 weeks. He was only 6wks at the time :/
I broke the news to Kate – not about the wait, but about using her visa and money to pay for a puppy I wasn’t allowed 🤭
that, we would need to drive an hour from our home to go and pick him up… hehehe😈
Got him at 8wks – Jirugi.
3 cats , 2 dogs.
FIVE fur babies! I mean, the more the merrier but! 🤭
Ask the landlord for permission, said no one ever. Oops hehe! But like ...there was uhh..no time for questions!
Somehow though – Candy disappeared. We’ve chosen to believe that she moved away with the neighbours when they left!
2 cats, 2 dogs.
It was quiet for a little bit, we kept to our 4 babies.
But that very quickly jumped back up to 3 cats & 2 dogs. Kate paid me back by bringing a kitty home that I had said no to keeping! – Harvest is his name.
Suddenly, we lost an OG squad member, Lily 😥😔 she was 15 but it was still so fucking heart breaking!
And there were; - 3 cats, 1 dog.
THEN on May 23rd a new little butterfly boy was born into this world.
TRUST ME when I say ;- I was not ok with getting another puppy!! BUT, we believe, Lily died so that we could save the New boy in town. (As well as Kate & Jirugi, cos those two didn’t cope well with Lily’s death. FOR REAL)
Which brings us to –
3 cats, 2 dogs (Maverick, New addition)
Now look... we gave it a year before anything else was brought home haha!! I mean, did you really think that would be it for us? MATE! YA DREAMIN’.
It actually wasn’t our fault this time! SERIOUS!
A friend of ours thought it would be a good idea to tag me on good old Facebook in a post that had been put up asking if anybody wanted a dog that needed to be re-homed.
3 cats, 3 dogs (Princess is welcomed into our crazy little squad)
NOW! Without further ado , meet the squad...
Our semi-wild boy. The only one that has ever worn and kept his collar on! He was born and found in an old wreck of a car. The only kitty left that nobody wanted.
Our Panther, SHADOW
Our big fat baby-little. She’s our bitch cat. VERY VERY unpredictable. She will suck you in and make you think you are safe and she is lovely and then she will strike and destroy 🤭
There is literally only one human she will not attack... ME!!! And I’m not even the one that feeds her haha!
Our baby-little, SEPHORA
He's our special boy. Our little Alsatian look alike. He is a sensitive soul but likes to be in charge. The strong little Protector of us and our home. His face and eyes are so expressive, it’s easy to get lost in them 😍. He’s weird and a social introvert just like his mama (ME).
His name means punch in Korean.
Our little wolf boy, JIRUGI
He's our cat who thinks he’s actually a dog. He is Mavericks best friend. He makes all of the streets dogs think that cats a very safe to be around...(they’ve learnt very quickly, they’re not safe haha). He is so daydreamy and dumb that it’s actually so so cute, but can you not be so friendly, we don’t want him to be food for something else!
He's our stinky-bum boy, HARVEST
Our little miracle boy. He came to us at a time where we were grieving and heartbroken over the loss of our Lily. He also came to us with a rare life-threatening sickness. But he’s cheeky and independent as fuck. He’s a tiny little guy with the biggest ears ever. He has selective hearing. And is too clever for his own good, he’s a know-all just like his human dad (Kate haha! It’s actually my fault the animals think that she is known as their dad haha)
Named after the pilot from the movie Top Gun.
Our beautiful Purebred Papillon, MAVERICK
And then we have our newest member to the squad –
She has such a beautiful little nature. & although we got her in a state that wasn't very nice, she's learning more and more every day that we love her so much. She needed us & we're so glad we're her humans now! She’s gentle & shy. Scared but loves, LOVE!
She fits right in with our little squad!
Our very own , PRINCESS
Now that you've met the squad, follow them over on The Gram (@2dykesandtheirfurs), right now!
It's their world & we just live in it!
Get your coffee ready, bitches!
It has been a long ass first week of 2019, so I'm gonna need a STRONG double shot, BLACK!
Those that have been around me may need, Vodka🤭.
It's been a ride, guys! Not a pretty one either!
I knew. I knew the week before, it was coming. And I knew it was going to be a rollercoaster one. Cos I mean, when isn't it?!
Oh , I had all the symptoms...well, for me & my body anyway. The signs - thick discharge, twitchy af body, borderline moody but not, sore stomach, fucking pimples - & not just on my face either🙄 .. i told you it wasn't pretty! you were warned xx
Safe to say I came into 2019 on my period, without the blood (don't worry! I've been to the doctor for it). I go through certain symptoms and emotions and pains but never bleed. I swear - I'm an Alien.
The little fire pit that lives inside was starting to ignite. I could feel it. It's the same feeling that comes knocking on my uterus once a month. The burning.
Emotions were heightened. Things that would usually be funny to me, weren't. My paranoia turns into a whinging-anger.
Shit Mum or Kate said or did, was either going to make me she-hulk or Jeffery Dahmer. With the occasional waterfall of tears.
Everything offended me.
Everything was against me.
I was just a nuisance or not good-enough.
And Kate & Mum were my best friends but my worst enemies, even when they did nothing..they still did something.
The "bloated" look/feeling converts into "I'm fat & ugly" , then tears & wailing happens.
& reassuring me, that I'm beautiful will only earn yourself a minute or so in the dog box because I'll accuse you of lying.
Oh shit! and then there's lack of sleep, and the heat factor likes to join the fucking party too. i do not cope with heat.
Welcome to the inner-workings of my period monster.
The bitch that comes in all kinds of shapes and sizes. I'm a surprise when it comes to this time of the month.
Coincidentally, this round happened to fall on the first week of 2019 and she was out in full-force. My timing has always been impeccable🙄.
A male friend said to me once;- "it's just a period. it's only blood bla bla bla" ... My response? if only you were a female so that you could have a cunt in agony & pain along with clots of blood coming out of your hole & your entire insides are having a party putting you through misery :)
Here are 5 things I did/do to get rid of the period monster – well...to help cope/survive.
1.ART – atm this is my “escape” mechanism. Drawing/Painting is a soul soother.
2.WRITING – being this fucked up/vulnerable is when I write my best pieces imo.
3.FURBABIES – these little beings are my heart strings and even though they can piss me off, their cute furry faces & individual personalities always fix me. I mean, come on now! LOOK AT THEM!!! #iwanasqueezetheshitoutvethem
4.MY KATE – even though she’s the top of my slaughter list at the time, she’s also the only one that can pull me out of it. DAMN HER!! i rather slaughter hehehe ^,^
5.AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST – MaryJane ^.^ ! need I say more??!
How was your first week of 2019?? Mine wasn’t all period monster... 10% of it was shits & giggles 😊
Did I just say -; FUCK 2018 & THE RESOLUTIONS BULLSHIT?!... Yup!
Do I regret?, NO!
Oh girl, cos' it needed to be said.
& come on now, I can't be the only one thinking it.
& don't you get sick of reading the mass posts about celebrating 2018 and welcoming in "amazing new resolutions" for 2019? Because, I'll be honest - I DO. Infact, I avoid them now. Not all but most.
(No offence to my fellow blogging bitches<3)
I mean, I'm not anti-reso's for others, I'm anti for myself! Yaknow, it's just where I'm at for ME, don't Crucify me for it!
Although admittingly, I have been known to be a writer of new years resolutions & reflecting on the year that becomes the past within moments.
"That is a bandwagon I jumped off a long time ago though".
But, there were still times where, good old guilt showed its ugly face. Almost as if it was a form of punishment, cos I'm a bad girl and didn't come through with my prevoius resolutions.
Yaknow, the 2018 ones I set for myself in 2017 and the same goes for the 2017 ones that I set for myself in 2016 --- Clearly, I'm a failure, and guilt was stopping in to say so, right?
I'm not a failure and guilt can fuck itself.
Why the fuck do we determine our lives / actions / feelings or changes based on a particular DATE or TIME at the end of every year?!
"New Year, New me, New beginnings"
TOTALLY ME over the years.
It was once my most "fav" motivational "get up & do shit" line. Safe to say its now a "my eyes are bleeding from rolling so far back in my head" from hearing that line.
And well, I also hate to break it to you sweetheart but, it's all BULLSHIT; the "new me, new beginnings, new year"!
Well, for me anyway and probably for many of you too.
IT'S OKAY, I'M HERE!!
& It's not like the "year 2018" or the "date - January 1st" made me skinny ---> repeated resolution for the last 6 years of my life. Guess what? I'm still fat.
It also didn't make me save any money ---> another fallen, repeated resolution for the last 6 years of my life. If anything, it took more from me & I'm still fucking broke *where the fucks my refund!?
Nor did it improve my self-loathing / sabotaging.
Oh and the motivation side of things? YeaaahhhNAH.
Ever heard the saying (and I've used it in older posts), Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results - Albert Einstein.
uhh, ME! That's been me since forever!
For some reason I must have thought these New Years & resolutions were magical or something? Either that, or I'm on some serious drugs!
And I may be 32, but I am still out here learning how to life it and I've come to realise that no amount of calendar dates are going to make shit happen or change.
So, don't wait for it. It's insanity otherwise!!
Instead of unrealistic/drastic "changes" or "new me, New Year, New beginnings" bla bla bla... I'm going to focus on trying to "Accept" & "embrace" with the options to alter, rather then slaughter with dramaticness or irrational shit. Chuck in procrastination & you've got yourself the perfect disaster to accomplishing JACK-SHIT!
Do you know who Jack-Shit is?? He doesn't exist, just like the unaccomplished resolutions/goals.
& I'm also not blind to the fact of needing to change a few behaviour-related things about me, BUT!
"My Changes" will be, because of ME! Not a fucking calendar date.
KUDOS to anyone out there who love the whole resolutions-stan and make it work for them but like I said above this is just my own personal preference.
Basically, I'm going into 2019, still me, still fat, still can't save $$, still can't walk, still have ailments and the list could go on!
& I'll accept & embrace them. Somewhere along the way, I will more than likely alter & change some shit.
so, in conclusion - DON'T WAIT! BE YOUR OWN CHANGE, NOT A CALENDAR!!!
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Enjoy shit & be kind!
“Caroline; you & James SAVED ME aye?!!”
…“ohh.. umm.. yeah”
“THANK YOU! THANK YOU SO MUCH!”
I mean, thinking about it now – I probably could’ve taken a more... subtle approach, because honestly...shit was a little awkward haha! You could feel the shyness... the awkwardness, from both of us.
It was okay though – I just needed her/them to know I was thankful. We hung up from that call & every year since it happened, I’ve never forgotten them.
March 1st, 1999 – the day I committed the ultimate fuck-up! i.didn’t.listen.to.my.mum – BUT, (I believe) in a fucked up way, it’s been a blessing-in-disguise (I do have my reasons, but I’m not ready to share them).
AND! it’s the day two brave teens, I’d grown up knowing, SAVED ME...
IIIII dived into shallow water. No one pushed me.
I underestimated the waters depth.
I thought I could “bomb” like the boys… yet I chose to dive?? Wtf kylie?!
I was the one that didn’t fucking listen when mum told me, NO! --- wellll...this is kinda’ debatable cos, mum said no bridge...I dived off the jetty.next.to.the.bridge...
I even think I could have made a shitty dive. no, no, no! it WAS a shitty dive!! - be real bitch!
I had been floating towards the bridge, at least 10-15M before someone realised, FUCK! something was wrong!
& this is where you can finally be introduced to JAMES!
James is a local from my hometown also known as Donut (sorry, I had too hehe!). A little older than me. We went to the same school. Everyone knows everyone or you’re related haha it's a small town thing!
He was up on the bridge at the time. & lucky for me, he was on the opposite side to everyone else, which happened to be, the side I was floating towards...without any hesitations – James saw me and jumped straight off the top, quickly swam to where I was, grabbed hold of me and rushed me over to the bank...
This is where Caroline comes in…
Caroline, another local from home. Went to the same school. Dabbled in the same horse scenes. Friends with my older cousins.
I don’t actually know where she was situated at the time. What I do know is - She performed CPR on me ;- quick & smart thinking saved my fucking life and I’m FOREVER grateful.
(DISCLAIMER: this is my version of their part, from what I’ve been told. This isn’t from their P.O.V – I’ve actually never asked them... I think I’m too awkward to do that now though haha!)
Acknowledgments’ & an award each, were presented to them – nothing could ever repay them though!
You see, if it wasn’t for these two, the cold-hard truthful fact is – I’d be DEAD. I would have 100% died that day. I’m not even fucking kidding! ...let’s just let that shit sink in for a bit.
James & Caroline are my real-life superheroes!
And every-single-year, March 1st, I remember them. I think of them.
...and, I’m thankful.
I've kept it simple & short for their part, because no words could ever express how grateful I am!
here's a little throwback tribute article xx
Article credit: Thank you to my klones Aunty who works at the Herald, for finding this for me x
so far, we’ve found out that – I dived into shallow water, I'd broken my neck (don’t worry, at this stage I still didn’t know what came with having this injury) and now you’ve just been introduced to my real-life superheroes BUT, it’s time to carry on! Because...
“[Pssssttttt!! Quick interruption – SO sorry about the late post *cough cough ...2 months* ! Legit reasons with a million excuses so there’s no point trying to explain shit. Just know, i am human & im gona’ have “can’t be fucked” moments. HERE NOW – that’s what matters.]”
as I was about to say before the interruption! ...
The next 3 to 4 weeks in hospital, shit gets really fucking real!!
It started with, every 2 – 3 hours a day. I had to have my arms put into, what was being called “airplane wings" position – it's where my arms were placed straight out to the sides of my body, onto thin boards that slid under my bed slats. I had a love/hate relationship with it! But I had no choice.
Those hours endured...painful. always ended up being painful. Again though, I had no choice.
Doctors would come in everyday. I don’t remember any. There was always SO many!
Nurses would tend me regularly. I loved my nurses. i even had a couple of favs
Physio would come for my daily treatment of stretches.
All that could be done to benefit my body, was being done to the best of their abilities, with my limitations!
back in my hometown – my school was doing a coin fundraiser for me. I was so overwhelmed. And from that I was given a Walkman.
At the time those were the “in – things” back then. And I remember specifically asking if my friend Jaedi could be the one to make a mixed sounds TAPE for me! Yes, tape my loves, a CASSETTE TAPE ---do millennials even know what these are??
Britney Spears – hit me baby one more time was the “it" song at the time (or my "it" song Haha) omg! AND it's the only fucking song on the tape that I remember, dammit!
- Brother Michael (he was Deputy Principal at my school back then) would visit me. He came to visit a few times and I'm pretty sure he is the one that brought the Walkman to me hehe.
The music got me through my days.
The last visit from Brother Michael, that I “remember” is, him standing near my bed and we're talking (about what?! Idek!?) AND THEN! I start coughing (which I couldn't actually do due to my injury), so “coughing” soon turned into struggling to breathe...
*& for some reason, I've always had the memory of Brian being there at the same time as well!?? But?? Idk and I don't think he'd remember either. (just thought I'd add this little side note in though) – I was probably delusional though, because HELLO! Struggling to breathe lol
Next thing I knew, the nurses are running in and around. My hospital gown (EW!) was ripped open to make a clear path to my chest ---holy fuck, shit was serious!
...umm gasping for air is quite serious. ha!
it's okay! was just a chest infection lol
FUCK! I need to add this – I was STILL Nil-By-Mouth -_- & the fucking craving for scrambled eggs was UNREAAAAL. I salivated, got angry, felt sad, was annoyed all because I wanted scrambled eggs but I wasn’t allowed to eat :/
Fuck you NBM!!!
I was a little maori girl from the East Coast ---WE LOVE FOOD! Hha!
Days were long.
My Dad though, he was so cute! He would paint my nails – he was so proud of himself and excited cos he bought me a confetti nail polish (Christmas polish, he called it lol). I never had the heart to tell him it was ugly hahahaha! He would also assist with bed turning, changing etc.
I mean, Mum did too, but for my Dad to be doing these kinds of things too?! It was awesome. Weird but so awesome!
And I loved that they were there with me but, at the same time ,
...I felt awful inside. My sisters were so young, and I had just taken our Mum & Dad away from them, and so suddenly too!
I never told anyone. I mean, how could I? there was already enough trauma & shit going on.
I haven't touched on the halo sitcho. in this one. Let me do that real quick.
...it was STILL on -_-
i hated it
it was painful
it was uncomfortable
it was restricted as fuck.
There were nights where I couldn't sleep because of it. i cried. i cried so much. only at night time the most though, because... that's when Mum & Dad would be gone. & it would be just the night nurses and me.
I had been on Morphine for the pain. It was so good! It relaxed me. I could sleep when I was on it. I was only given it for pain though.
But because I noticed the effect it gave me for sleeping; sometimes, I would fake my pain. Yes, yes! I know I should not have done that blah blah blah! - I'm not sorry about it. I was sleep deprived. I was uncomfortable and i was fucking over it! I just wanted to feel relaxed enough to sleep.
i did what was necessary :)
so that's the halo situation.
By the morning, it was time to rock & roll again...
same shit. different day!
i was fucking over it.
But, I must admit -
I had formed an amazing friendship with a nurse (I loved all of my nurses, but this one was special) who became my absolute favourite! I always looked forward to her shifts on with me. She was kind, compassionate, lovely, caring, reliable, took no shit from me haha!
Julie (nurse) was on shift this particular day. I was so excited to see her!
We did our normal routines. Laughed and chit chatted throughout. & I remember looking out my window, through my mirrors (the ones attached to my bed, remember?). Julie asks about home - i loved telling all of those city peoples about the beautiful little paradise I come from.
None of them had ever heard of Tolaga Bay lol.
I told Julie all about it. What it looks like, the beaches, the township, the population at the time, the lifestyle.. fuck! it made me homesick. it made me miss home and everything I knew.
I said to Julie;
"I can't wait to go back there! I miss home so much!
I miss my sisters!
Omg! I can't wait to see my horse JJ!!! I can't wait to ride him again"
At this point Julie is quiet.
& I noticed. me being me, had to question it!
"Why have you gone quiet?"
"I'm going to be able to ride my horse again, right?"
...Sweetie, I can't answer that for you, I'm so sorry.
I can't, Julie says, in a really sad tone.
"Julie, am I ever going to walk again??"....