Blogging...because I can!

Oh, none of this will make any sense, I know I'm going to ramble on, and on! Also none of the contents will be relevant and maybe not even interesting to you! but I'm gonna do it any way!!

I'm always on the look out for things to blog about...... when it occurred to me today, I should blog more about me!!! (hehehe)

So here we have it!! Today we took the kids for a walk in the lakes, boy was it cold!! Anyway I had to use the bathroom (no surprises there), and I went into the public restrooms, the ones that kinda stink of urine and are awfully dark! And I walked right down to the end of the cubicles and chose to go into the end one! I realise that I ALWAYS do this, I can't take a pee in a middle toilet!! I think I watched to many horror films as a teen or something, but I just can't go when there is an open space on either side!! How weird is that!!! Seriously I think its the candy man film, or maybe in was scream 2, I don't know, but even if that end cubical is gross, I'd either still use it, or not go.. the middle ones just ain't an option!!!!

Then on the way home the radio DJ was talking about her favourite smell, which set me and Chris of, mine is the smell of a new born, but my own new born not anybody's... I don't go round sniffing babies!! And Christian's is fresh cut grass!!! The DJ's was fish and chips with salt and vinegar on...... mmmmm mmmmmm. But there is so many smells I adore, fresh bread, bacon cooking in a morning, the smell in the air right after its rained!! I could go on!!!

Now I just have to blog about this new, slightly weird thing I have for Bonnie and Clyde, yes THE Bonnie and Clyde, the notorious spree killers.... sort of ish!! Well my thing is more with Bonnie Parker, now I read a book that my Mum got me for Xmas (thanks Mum... all your fault) And there was a chapter on Bonnie and Clyde! in case your wondering the book is called Sweetheart killers! ( I KNOW, I'm not normal) I like this sort of stuff, not in a unhealthy fixated way, but as a hobby, to want to know why they killers are driven to kill!

Anyhooooo, After I finished the bit on Bonnie and Clyde, there is this section of poems written by Bonnie Parker, and boy did she have a talent! I then got to googling and discovered that Bonnie wasn't actually a felony, and she was only wanted on ONE account as aiding and assisting Clyde of stealing and driving a stolen vehicle!! But still she was gunned down and killed in 1934. Shot in ambush where the officers didn't stop shooting until they had no more ammunition! I'm not defending her or him, but I do find the story to one that is slightly sad! Sad that in fear of there lives one officer shot of one of her hands so she couldn't return fire, sad that when they stopped shooting Bonnie was found with her head between her knees. Sad that as word got out, people were cutting items of clothes off Bonnie and Clyde, and one man even tried to cut off Clyde's ear, and a finger as a souvenir!!! (NICE) And that Bonnie Parker's family were denied the right to her personal belongings, which were also later sold!!! When the police stopped Bonnie and Clyde on the 23rd May they only asked them once to surrender, and when the final two of the Barrow gang didn't assist, the officers opened fire.

There was no regret except from one officer. In the years after, Prentiss Oakley was reported to have been troubled by his actions He was the only posse member to publicly express regret for his actions.

I don't know... I know what they did was wrong, but I don't feel that they we're cold hearted killers, not like the likes of Ted Bundy, John Wayne Gacy and Ed Gein, I just have this "thing" for the sad ending of Bonnie Parker's life!! She was a romantic and she was in love.... It has been said that, if she hadn't of fallen for Clyde Barrow then she would never of gone down the path she did. I think its clear from some of the remaining photo's of the pair, that she was very much in love.

I was also slightly horrified to read that the Ford car that was ambushed is STILL on display in a casino in Nevada (I think), and found it strange, that there is a memorial at the sight of the shooting, in their memories! Like they were heroes! I want to know more, its grabbed mt attention!!! Maybe I was Bonnie in my past life (LOL).....still if anyone wants to but me a ticket........I'm not American, I was not around in the 30's, (well i night of been) and I'm sure that they reined terror, and I also would like to remember the victims and their familys, for all the suffering they incured.

OK, I'm done!!! Back to 2009!!

Well, I have flu thing going on and I'm going to lay down... and I'm slightly upset at the fact, that very very soon Ms Tiff won't be pregnant, and who will I moan to then!!! xxx

Oh yeah... I have to leave you with this Poem... I know she was "bad" but Its just amazing!

You don't want to marry me, Honey,

though just to hear you ask me is sweet

if you did you'd regret it tomorrow

for I'm only a girl of the street.

Time was when I'd gladly of listened

before I was tainted with shame

but it wouldn't be fair to you, honey

men laugh when they mention my name

Back there on the farm in Nebraska

I might of said "yes" to you then

but I thought that the world was a playground.

Just teeming with Santa clause men

So I left the old home for the city

to play in its mad, dizzy whirl

never knowing how little of pity

it holds for a slip of a girl

You think I'm still good looking Honey?

but no, I'm faded and spent

Even Helen of Troy would look seedy,

if she followed the pace that I went

But that day I came from the country

with my hair down my back in a curl,

Through the length and breadth of the city

there was never a prettier girl.

I soon got a job in the chorus

with nothing but looks and a form

I had a new man every evening

and my kisses were thrilling and warm

I might of sold then for a fortune

To some old sugar Dady with dough

But youth calls to youth for its lover

There was plenty that I didn't know.

Then I fell for the "line" of a "junker"

A slim devotes of hop,

those dreams in the juice of a poppy

had got me before I could stop

But I didn't care while he loved me,

Just to lie in his arms was delight;

but his ardor grew cold and he left me

In a Chinatown "hop Joint" one night

Well I didn't care them, what happened,

A Chink took me under his wing,

And down in a hovel of Hell-

I laboured for hop and Ah-sing

Oh, no, I'm no longer a "junker".

The police came and got me one day

And I took the one cure that is certain,

That island out there in the bay.

Don't spring that old gag of reforming,

A girl hardly ever comes back

Too many are eager and waiting

To guide her feet off the track

A man can break every commandment

And the world still will lend him a hand

Yet, a girl that has loved, but un-wisely

Is an outcast all over the land

You see how it is, don't you Honey?

I'd marry you know If I could,

I'd go with you back to the country,

But I know it won't do any good

For I'm only a poor branded woman

And I can't get away from the past,

Good Bye, and God bless you for asking

But I'll stick it out now, till the last.

Bonnie Parker (Oct 1st 1910 - May 23 1934)