Word for Wednesday (W4W) #25


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This week’s word is…


I can thank the very lovely icklebookie for bringing this word into my lexicon after she shared it on twitter this morning. I have been in a mild state of panic all week as I have been devoid of inspiration for a W4W post. I knew I had to post something… after all I can’t just opt out of my own meme!

So, when I saw this word I breathed a sigh of relief…

As it happens, I horbgorble quite a lot!

I find it is occurring more frequently as I get older.

I regularly find myself in a room with absolutely no clue as to why I went into it, standing there, hands on hips, perplexed expression on my face, thinking, “Why the fuck did I come in here?” Usually I leave and instantly recall the reason I was there and go back to retrieve whatever thing I had been looking for or do whatever chore I had intended to do. So yes, I horbgorble around my house a lot.

What troubles me more is the fact that I often find myself in the centre of town with no conscious memory of actually walking in. I know the route backwards so I seem to arrive on autopilot. I daydream my way along the road and only at the traffic lights near the shopping centre do I ‘come to’ and return to the land of the living.

This concerns me, (and I dread to imagine the OH’s face when he reads this!), because I realise I pay very little attention to my surroundings as I am walking. I could be run over by a truck and only realise it when I, hopefully, wake up in hospital.

Note to self: quit horbgorbling around town! Pay attention!

But those examples are of unintentional horbgorbling.

I think the word is better used to describe an activity deliberately carried out, yeah? I do enjoy an afternoon of aimless wandering around town, especially with the OH, with no pressure to be anywhere or do anything, no plans, just seeing where the day, and our feet, take us. (To be honest, it frequently takes us to the gelateria where I end up messily eating a mint chic chip waffle cone while he neatly licks a stracciatella one.)

So, are there any other horbgorblers reading this?



p.s. I do sincerely apologise for my piss-poor effort this week. I will definitely be back on form next week, I promise! If this is your first visit to W4W, trust me, it’s usually a bit better than this! 

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Fighting Demons


The wonderful bustythewench posted this image on her twitter feed and it struck a chord with me.

Regular readers of kittykatbitsandbobs will be all too knowledgeable, if not bored to death, about my demons and my ongoing struggle to slay them.

I will admit that they have been gaining strength of late and I am weighed down by the fatigue of fighting them.

What is worse perhaps, is that I am slowly abandoning hope that anything will ever truly change.

I cannot seem to break the patterns of behaviour and thinking that are detrimental to my mental, emotional and physical health.

I am fully aware of what I am doing wrong and yet I continue to do it! What’s the definition of insanity? Oh yes.. thanks Albert!


Is it laziness stopping me from making changes?

Is it fear?

I am working on working this out…

But to anyone else reading this who is fighting demons, whatever form they take, I wish you strength, perseverance, resilience and most of all, hope.

If all else fails consider this…


Keep surviving friends.



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Word for Wednesday (W4W) #24


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This week’s word is…



I swear.

A lot.

I think it has to do with being Irish. Irish people curse with joyful abandon.

The seaside town I grew up in was rife with swear words. I wonder was it down to the number of sailors?!

Fuck is simply another word to pop into any sentence here and is rarely used to cause offence or upset. (I had to explain this to an American friend once who was very shocked whenever I told him to “Fuck off”. I meant it playfully, like “Get out!”, but in his frame of reference telling someone to “Fuck off” was tantamount to ending a friendship. As the Americans say, go figure…)

I clearly remember the first time I told my mother to fuck off… My mother, older sister and I were away for a family wedding in Galway and I was around 11 or 12. I remember we were trying to find the B&B we were staying in and were a bit lost. It was raining and I was in a foul mood. I’m not sure exactly what the provocation was, but I do remember turning to her and spitting out the words, “Oh fuck off!” and then freezing as I awaited her response. My sister, (aged around 20 at the time), and her exchanged glances and promptly burst out laughing, which, of course, annoyed me even further and elicited several more swear words from me. And so began my lifelong love affair with cursing.

But I digress…

This week’s word focuses on the emotional relief that cursing can bring. Who among us is not familiar with the satisfaction that comes with uttering “Fuck!/Shit!/Bollocks!” when we are upset or stressed? It feels like releasing a valve and letting all that pent-up tension out with the words. Think of the last time you were stuck in traffic and late for an appointment, or the last time you made a cup of tea only to find someone had put an empty milk carton in the fridge… did you mutter something profane and feel a little bit less uptight?

It isn’t only emotional pain or stress that can be relieved by cursing though. Dr. Richard Stevens from Keele University found that swearing can actually have an analgesic effect on physical pain. I ask again, who among us hasn’t cried out “Fuck!” when we stub our toe or cut ourselves? Dr. Stevens’ clever experiment with iced water clearly demonstrated the physical benefit swearing can have on coping with pain. I do love that his interest in the topic was piqued by observing his wife’s gutter-mouth during her experience of childbirth. He seems to be a scientist to the core!

However, subsequent research from him brings disappointing news to people like me, who have vocabularies any sailor would be envious of. It turns out that the more common swear words are in your daily lexicon the less of an analgesic effect they have in painful situations.

Which means, basically, I’m fucked!

In celebration of all things filthy, I will leave you with one of my very favourite scenes from Fr. Ted… Enjoy!



p.s. Do you swear? How often? Share your favourite curse word in the comment section! I’ll start you off with mine… Motherfucker!

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Word for Wednesday (W4W) #23


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I chose this word because my little Bichon Frise, Lily, (AKA The Love Of My Life), is a sleepwalker.

I kid you not!

At any time after 1am there is a little thump as she jumps off our bed. We hear her scurrying around the bed, (picture a cuter version of Jaws), her little claws scratching and her breath coming in excited little pants.

After a while, she tries to get back onto the bed but, in her somnambulistic, crazed state, is unable to make the leap. So either the OH or I will pick her up and bring her back up to rejoin the ‘pack’.

This is where the real comedy ensues…

You’d think we would be annoyed wouldn’t you? Our slumber interrupted by a spoilt little pooch? (I have written about how this spoiling has happened previously… i.e.; the OH is a soft touch)

But, poor little Lily has the funniest sleepwalking face ever! Her eyes are glazed but wide open, as if she is on the best opiates money could buy. Her little mouth is open, pink tongue sticking out, teeny tiny fangs on show as she hyperventilates right into your face. (Luckily she has the best, sweetest breath you could imagine.)

If you’ve seen pictures of crazed possums you can get the idea, except Lily is über cute.

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After some calming stroking and cuddling, and whispered reassurances, she makes her way down to the end of the bed and settles once again into sleep.

Poppy, the Cavachon, (AKA The Destroyer), on the other hand is not a somnambulist. She is however, a very, very restless bedtime companion.

I suffered through another bought of insomnia last night and was licked all over my hands, arms, legs and toes, had little furry feet shoved in my face, and a wagging tail slapping my face at various points during the night. At one point she settled herself between my pillow and the headboard and slept soundly and noisily, (she snores). Just as well I am a shortarse and do not need the full length of the bed to be comfortable, yeah?

Add to the mix the fact that the OH snores like a demon, and it’s a wonder I ever sleep at all, to be honest.

One thing that does help me nod off is a glass of wine before bed.  I know this is not recommended but it helps me.


If the OH is to be believed, sometimes the grape juice results in me sleepwalking, or talking, or both. He fell about the place in tears laughing one morning trying to describe how he had woken to find me tangled up in the floor length bedroom curtains one night muttering to myself. He had to calm me down, untangle me and lead me back to bed as I jabbered on some nonsense or other. Having no memory at all of this alleged occurrence I can only trust his word…

My view? After 24 years of sleep deprivation, a few nights of untangling me from curtains is small recompense, wouldn’t you agree?



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Word for Wednesday (W4W) #22

Tell me why you love/hate/enjoy a word! Rules here.


This week’s word is…



For as long as I can remember, I have felt a massive love and attraction to the Moon.

On nights with a full moon I can invariably be found perched at a window or outside… just looking at it.

It is mysterious, glowing, beautiful.

I have been known to howl at a full Moon, and I don’t care who knows it! The OH is very good about calling me out to see one when he takes the dogs out at night for their last loo break.

My Twitter handle is MoonlightDancer, inspired by a gorgeous song by Thin Lizzy called Dancin’ In The Moonlight. Listen to it’s lyrics and be transported back to your teens.

Think of the beautiful words with the word moon in them… Moonset, moonrise, moonlit, moonlight, moonbeams, moonshine, moonstruck, honeymoon…

So many songs have been inspired by the Moon… Fly Me To The Moon, Moon River, Harvest Moon, Moondance, Moonshadow, Bark At The Moon… I could go on.

One frosty, clear, winter night I was incredibly lucky to get a shot of the Moon on an iPhone camera.



Now for a few bits of trivia about the Moon:

Formed 4.6 BILLION years ago, the Moon is Earth’s only natural satellite.

I think most people know that the Moon causes our tidal rise and fall, and that also that humans weigh less on the Moon thanks to it’s smaller mass and weaker gravity. Hence the “giant steps are what you take”, (The Police).

I think I’d like to go there and weigh 1/6th of my current weight…

Did you know the Moon is actually drifting away from us? By about 3.8cm, every year. They, (the boffins), estimate that this will continue for approximately another 50 billion years, resulting in it taking 47 days to orbit us instead of than it’s current cycle of 27.3 days. One result of this is that once it moves further away we will never again see a total solar eclipse. Will there still be people around to care I wonder? As the Moon influences our weather and climate, aswell as the tides, I guess there will be implications for wildlife, migrating birds and sea animals. I’m getting a bit depressed now… moving along…

The Moon has its version of earthquakes, called quite delightfully in my opinion, moonquakes. The boffins, (them again), speculate that the Moon, just like Earth, has molten core, and Lunar astronauts have used seismographs and observed cracks in the surface as a result of these quakes.

Another interesting fact is, (sorry to break it to you Pink Floyd), there is no dark side of the Moon. The side facing away from Earth receives the same amount of sunlight as we do but has only ever been seen by spacecraft.

Furthermore, the Moon has a very thin atmosphere and a footprint can lie undisturbed in the dust for centuries. Isn’t that an amazing idea? A footprint that can last hundreds of years… For me, that brings to mind a wonderfully bittersweet image.

There are other ideas around the Moon that are quite fun…

That is makes you crazy… the word lunacy and lunatic derive from the Roman goddess of the Moon, Luna, who rode her chariot across the sky at night. Crazy lady…

There is a similar myth that the Moon controls female fertility. Perhaps this is because the lunar cycle and the menstrual cycle are of similar length resulted in early civilisation associating the reproductive cycle with the phases of the Moon.

Then we have the marvellous conspiracy theories…

That the Nazi’s had a base on the Moon! Some people even believed that Hilter faked his death and fled to live in a sub-terrainian lunar hideaway… don’t you just LOVE people!?

One of the most famous conspiracy theories about the Moon is of course that the Apollo mission was faked by NASA. After years of being questioned about it, in 2002, Buzz Aldrin, aged in his 70’s at the time, finally snapped and threw a punch at a conspiracy theorist! I guess it just got too old for him…

I love the Moon… I think of ‘it’ as Her… perhaps because she is mysterious and beautiful. I love looking up at her on clear nights, letting my mind run free.

I was so lucky one time in Tuscany… The OH and I were having dinner on an amazing outdoor terrace and we started to hear gasps and mutterings from our fellow diners. Suddenly, there were flashes of cameras going and, as we were sitting right at the edge of the balcony, we were in all the shots. We looked over to see what they were all photographing and our breath was truly taken away by the view of a MASSIVE, blood-red Supermoon in front of our eyes, looking so close that you could reach out and touch it. I will never forget that night as we dropped our cutlery and just watched in awestruck wonder at the natural phenomenon before us. We still talk about it to this day.

Our next Full Moon in Ireland is due for July 2nd, but set your reminders for the next Blue Moon on July 31st and the next Supermoon on September 28th.

Finally I will leave you with a photo of my precious Blue Moon roses from my garden, which smell as good as they look. Excuse the Guinness glass… this is Ireland after all!




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TMI Tuesday… Questions

Questions…so many questions. We need answers this TMI Tuesday.


1. Do you believe in ESP (extrasensory perception)? Do you have those abilities?

I do believe in ESP. I am very much a “There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, 
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy” kind of person. We simply have barely scratched the surface of what the human brain is capable of.

I am an Empath, (which is not an ESP as such!), and, although it makes life quite challenging at times, I would never opt to be anything else.

2. Do you laugh when someone tickles you?

I LOVE being tickled! I can lie for hours as someone tickles and strokes my skin. It is BLISS!

3. Do you like teamwork?

Very much so. We get things done better when we pull together instead of working at odds.

However, having said that, I am lone wolf and prefer to work alone. I am not a natural collaborator. I like to do things my way, at my pace, in my style. I work better when I am in charge of my own schedule.

4. What one thing can you do today to feel you have been productive? Will you do it?

I have been productive today! I cleaned the house from top to bottom, made my dog Lily’s special food, portioned it and froze it, took care of the OH who is home poorly, went into town and got groceries which I am using to cook dinner as I write.

I would feel very proud of myself if I worked pout but that looks unlikely now. I would also like to get started on a new story that is floating around my mind.

5. Finish this phrase: “Hell hath no fury like … ”

Me if you hurt someone I love, and that includes my dogs!

Bonus: Pick one – Sex:
1. wild or mild – WILD!
2. day or night – DAY!
3. top or bottom – TOP! as a position, in D/s terms I am 100% bottom!
4. weekly or monthly – WEEKLY (daily if I’m honest!)
5. noisy or silent – BOTH… I am quite loud but total silence is very sexy too.

Word for Wednesday (W4W) #21

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This week’s word is…



I found this little image on The Berry’s “Don’t Worry, Be Happy” section and smiled. I never knew it existed before and it sums me up to a T!

The OH laughingly tells me all the time that I live in a bubble, in my own little world, where everything is just as I want it to be.

It’s true. I live in my head a lot.

I have always been a dreamer, an idealist, a hopeless optimistic, a glass half full, things will all work out in the end type of person.

I like being this way. I am sure if I wasn’t I couldn’t write they way I do. I wouldn’t have the very strong creative drive that I have. I wouldn’t be able to solve problems the way I do: I never accept that there is a certain ‘right’ way to think or do something. I will always ask “Why not?” and try a new approach.

I have never felt comfortable simply “fitting in” to any of society’s conventions. I have always lived my life on my terms, according to my principles and beliefs. I refuse to be told how to be, what to think, what to believe, simply because it is the ‘norm’.

I try to live my life with integrity.

A few people have commented on my openness on my blogs and on the fact that I don’t hide behind an anonymous avi on twitter. “What if someone from your real life finds you?” I have been asked, to which my answer is, “Why should I worry about that?” I am not breaking any laws, doing anything I feel I should be embarrassed about or ashamed of. I write erotic fiction that people seem to enjoy and I am pretty open about my sex life. What’s to be scared of? People have sex… it’s life!

I am who I am… this is me, take me or leave me.

So that is me… a “cloud walker”… (what a gorgeous turn of phrase!)

I happily live there, up in my head, dreaming and wondering and imagining, not bound by conventions, mores or norms. It is a good place to be!



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