moments to memories

I am fully in the Christmas spirit now, I had my first Christmas party yesterday and I’m feeling festive. I surprisingly did not wake up with a raging hangover but felt pretty fresh.

The last week or so I have been thinking about my favourite memories I’ve made in the last year. I have, overall, had a crackin’ 2017. Sure, there have been some terrible, terrible lows but I can look back on the year and see where the good times are and smile.

Here are some of my highlights from 2017

Dis-day 2018.

you cannot beat starting the new year off with Mickey and co.




i finally, finally, finally found myself out in LA in season to go to an ice hockey game. it did not disappoint.

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Arlo was born.

my adorable second godson/nephew who isn’t my nephew but is was born. he is a dream.


Irish adventures.

one of my favourite countries in the world, the sexiest accent in the world and some of my favourite people in the world. i can never go wrong with a trip there.

going back to my old job.

the best decision i have made this year. swear down.


star wars day

friends and star wars. i don’t think i really need to add anything else to that, do i?



Nick Lashaway day

the best day with my American familia, celebrating one of the best! on a day that could have been so so so sad we all managed to smile and laugh through the tears at memories of Nick and i certainly learnt more about him on that day. the strength his whole family have shown, none more than his mama, is incredible. it was a beautiful day filled with love and i am so privileged to have been a part of it.



london zoo 

my two favourite chicken nuggets took me to the zoo for my birthday because they know i love that shit. i love spending time with them playas. couple of the year.

Passenger concert

the first of my two favourite memories based at Kew Gardens this year. i have loved Passenger and his music for a wee while and i was finally able to go to see him live. in typical british summer style it was absolutely pissing down but as soon as he hit the stage i forgot about the rain. what a gem.


in the summer my best pal, my 2 nephews and i spent the day on brighton beach watching The Lion King. hashtag winning

Kew gardens 2

i spent  a lovely day here in the summer with my pals amy and byng. we went to see byngs younger brother in The Wind and the Willows. the sun shone, the play was super cute and we laughed. loads. i really have great friends.

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tomorrow, tomorrow, i love yaaaa, tomorrow! for my sisters birthday we all went to see annie in the west end. miranda hart played miss hannigan – she was a scream. i enjoyed it so much – i normally cry at the theatre and this was no exception. a great day.

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back to the concrete jungle where dreams are made of to celebrate momma sophs birthday. we hung out with old friends, julie came down from boston for a day, it was magicallll.


montrose days

i always enjoy trips back to montrose and this time was no different. whilst mark and i were driving around montrose singing along to some pop song, i had a moment where i just thought, yeah. i like my life.


this time last year my nephew and i really weren’t pals. this year we made friends. he’s just a wee dote. i love him.


xmas party

the last minute entry was yesterday’s xmas party. i bloody love my work collegues, i bloody love my boss. i just bloody love my job. don’t get me wrong it does my feckin’ head in from time to time but i have great people around me to lean on if it gets too much.



2017 isn’t quite done yet, i know but it was fun thinking back over the last year and what i’ve got up to. some is here, some isn’t. with a busy december coming up i’m sure i will have more memories to add to these by the end of the month.

i hope you have a december filled with festive cheer.

until next week,

M xoxo






Sister, Sister!

Three is a pretty good number. Lots of things come in threes; the three musketeers, bad news, good news. The three blind mice. Goldilocks and the THREE bears, the main characters in Harry Potter (Harry, Ron and Hermione, in case you didn’t know), the primary colours, the Hanson brothers (don’t lie, you love MMMMBOP as much as the next person), the three little pigs, the three stooges, three piece suits, the Bronte sisters, the Sanderson sisters (Hocus Pocus is the only Halloween film worth watching). Three is, apparently, the magic number.

You know what else there are three of? Wright sisters. Yep, Melanie, Melissa and Michaela (and for those who didn’t know my whole immediate family have names that begin with an ‘M’). I am the youngest girl and the youngest child out of the 4 children my Madre and padre had.


Clearly our parents hated us. I can’t explain the outfits. Early 1990’s here I’m guessing.

Look through family photo albums and there are hundreds (I shit you not) of photos of Mel doing nothing in particular. There are a fair few of Melissa too, and me? There are about 5, ok maybe 10. Guess the parentals got bored of taking photos in the 4 years between their eldest and youngest, huh? I’m not bitter about it at all.

All three of us are similar in ways, and different in others (go figure). My brother was the oldest, but as he passed away, Mel took on that role and I do think she is the typical oldest child. She is very much a leader, and not a follower. She is responsible, and protective. An organiser, a problem solver.

I always describe Mel as the pretty one. She is unapologetically herself, something I’m yet to be myself. She encourages my crazy, and is always supportive, albeit cautious, whenever I announce my next adventure. Overall, she’s pretty average, Hun!!

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Taken in Summer 1989. Mel was coming up 4, and yes that’s me as a bubba!

Melissa, the middle child, is the sensible, proper, sensitive one. The intelligent one, I’d say. That’s not to say Lissa can’t be fun – she is hilarious behind closed doors when she is completely relaxed. I really wish she would show this side of herself more outside of immediate family, we have such fun and she always has me cracking up. Melissa is the ‘helper’ of the three of us; she is far more helpful with everything and anything than I am. She has a heart of gold for sure.

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Waterfield First School, wassup!


Now recently, I have begun reading a book that my lovely friend Lisa gave me whilst we were on holiday at Cape Cod in the summer, I read the first few pages but then life happened and I never got around to really starting it or finishing it. It is called ‘The Magic’ and is written by Rhonda Byrne. It had helped Lisa refocus so she bought a few others and myself a copy to give it a go. The basis of the book is gratitude and how, if you take time to be grateful for what you have you will attract more of what you want – the universe takes its cues from you and delivers to you what you put out there. There are different practices for you to do everyday. I’m currently on day 5. Now some may think it hippy nonsense but I figure, why not give it a go? I firmly believe that you get back what you put in anyway and you can never be too thankful, can you?


That gives you an idea about how this blog came about. Last night on my way home I got to thinking about things, as you do, and I thought I’d share my thanks with them. Not something I normally do because Mel was concerned “??? is everything ok?”

And Melissa’s response when I hugged her and said, “Thanks for being my sister” was “get off me, and it’s not like I had a choice is it”. I was feeling the love for sure. Off of that I decided to write about them and the top ten reasons I am thankful for them. So here goes,



  1. They are my oldest friends.


They have known me since the day I was born, the good me, the bad me. They’ve seen me ill, crying, crying with laughter, looking my best, and looking my worst. They were there through school, awkward teen stage, the uni days and now into adulthood. They were there through it all. Sharing it, and living it with me and I know they will continue to do so. We understand each other in a way that only sisters do, and for that I am forever grateful. I can’t imagine a day when they aren’t there to share memories and moments with.


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  1. They are always looking out for me, even when I don’t want them to.


From day dot they’ve done this, and although at the beginning it was probably because mum and dad told them to, now I know it’s through choice. When I was playschool and painfully shy (to the point I wouldn’t even tell the teacher I needed the toilet), Melissa was there holding my hand and telling them for me. When I was going through the worse period at uni with an friend, Mel was on the other end of the phone at midnight calming me down, and simultaneously offering to come to Kingston and sort it out for me. I know that I would never have finished university if it weren’t for Melanie because things were that bad.

When I’m away travelling and get homesick, they are both there telling me to stop being such a girl and enjoy where I’m at and what’s going on. They are always looking out for me.


  1. No one gives me backhanded compliments quite like these two.


No one makes me feel prettier and uglier in the world. I can not count the amount of time, Melissa especially (it’s her specialty), has set eyes on me and said something like “you look well gross”, “are you really going out wearing that?” “you need to have a shower, your hair looks greasy”. Sisters, ay?

The favourite ones from both of them are the following.

Mel – we’re out shopping and she picks up some shoes

“Do you like these, Kay?”

“Yea I do, I like them a lot”

She looks at them, puts them back down and says, “yea but you can get with wearing weird stuff like that, I can’t”

Yes, folks, I wear weird stuff apparently. Thanks for that,bro.


Melissa – comes into my bedroom, looks at my hair which is styled in a wavy ‘beach hair’ type way and says “when you wear your hair like that it makes you look like a homeless tramp. It looks nice though”


A backwards compliment if ever I heard one.


  1. They act as a buffer between my parents and I


Now this is not to say that I don’t get on with my parents, in fact I think I have a great relationship with them, but, I do know they worry about me a lot because of my tendency to flit here and there, without a real plan. I’m sure they’d love nothing more than for me to find a nice man to marry and have babies but, alas, it hasn’t happened yet. My flighty personality is something that my parents can struggle to understand, I know this from various conversations with them over the years and although they try, they just don’t get it (oh poor little misunderstood me! Ha) but my sisters, although they aren’t wired the same way, they get it – whatever ‘it’ is more and are able to act as that bridge between us.


  1. There is always someone to reminisce over my childhood with and share family jokes with.


Life can move so fast it’s easy to forget where it all started. With these two around there is always someone to remind me about that time Melissa cracked my head open, or Mel pulled all my eyelashes out (it involved hair pulling and an eyelash curler). They always enjoy reminding me about my tweenage obsession with Blazin’ Squad and the time we all got matching platform boots and thought we could be in the Spice Girls (I was always Baby Spice).


Brighton Beach fun in the 90’s.

  1. We have veerrry similar tastes in movies, TV and music. Some good, some not so good.


We are all well versed in Musicals. You can’t put Meet Me In St. Louis on and expect us not to sing along. Same goes for FRIENDS the TV series. We are able to recite SCENES from that show. It is an obsession. Charmed was another one we enjoyed, Sabrina the Teenage Witch, Two of a kind, Father of the Bride, Sister Act, The Sound of Music… all bad sooooo good. If anyone were to put on Hannah Montana’s ‘Hoedown Throwdown’ on when we’re around, well lets just say you’re in for a treat!


7.They broke all the rules before me so when I did it, it wasn’t such a big deal.


Need I say more? Being the youngest this was definitely a huge perk! They got grounded for a week; I got a clip round the ear. I think that’s called #winning.


  1. The guidance and advice.


This links to the above, I guess. They’ve been there and done it already, so they have pearls of wisdom to share. My friends can tell me something till they’re blue in the face, and I either won’t listen or find excuses. My sisters say it and I take it on board. The best example I have of this is, about a year ago I was talking to a guy and it was very ‘will they, won’t they’, my little Soph told me it wasn’t right, but did I listen? Of course not. Soph told me numerous times. I never listened. After one conversation with Mel, ending in a “if he wanted to be with you, he would be” that was it. I was done.

Sorry about that, Soph.


  1. I don’t have to explain my weird ways, or the weird ways of my family to them.


They’ve been there for the ride, so they just get it. They embrace my weirdness – encourage it even. We can laugh at how crazy my mum is, or how grumpy my dad gets. Trying to explain to people that my dad doesn’t like Christmas and why is a long and painful process, they just don’t get it. My sisters do. They know the ‘Kick you in the C***’ joke – try to explain it to others outside the family…they just don’t find it as funny.



  1. I know that no matter how much we fight, we’ll be ok in the end.


We may talk trash about each other at times, but I know that the moment someone talks trash about me they will be the first to jump to my defence and vice versa. I can slag my sisters off but lord help anyone else that does.


Love my sibs, the pair of sluts!!





P.S here’s another photo treat for you.


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I don’t know why.