I’ve done the impossible.

Where I am: Mi casa

 

What I’m listening to: John Lennon ‘Imagine’ (It’s always appropriate)

 

Evening chums!

 I’ve had a cray cray few weeks and have found myself faaaar behind in not only writing but also a lot of the other goals I have set for myself this year. This blog is nothing too heavy – there is only so much pain my heart can take and this past while there has been a lot. For that reason this post is nice and lighthearted – however, as any Disney fan will appreciate, it has also caused me a lot of trauma. Yes, y’all. I’ve done the impossible. I listed my top ten Disney movies.

It was traumatic to say the least. My top 3 were easy, but it’s the rest. I never thought it could be done, but here we are. Impossible is nothing.

Here we go… At number 10 we have….

 

Brother Bear

I remember first watching this when I was about 15. I laughed – those moose’s crack me up every time. I cried. It is the story of Kenai, a young Indian boy who is turned into a bear and learns some valuable life lessons.

I sang (Phil Collins, I thank you for a banging soundtrack) I’ve also been told I look like Koda more than once, I’m good with that because he cute af.

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Tarzan

Another Phil Collins soundtrack, PRAISE BE TO JESUS. He’s up there with Alan Menken for me.

Tarzan, we all know the story – “Me Tarzan, You Jane” What a guy.

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Moana

The most recent release on this list, I adore this movie. Lin Manuel-Miranda delivered one of the BEST soundtracks to date and I have been known to burst into a song (or 6) from this movie in the middle of the pub. Everyone sing with me “I WAS A DRAB LITTLE CRAB ONCE”.

Moana is our heroine who saves her people by travelling across the ocean, to restore the heart to Te Fiti with the help of a few friends. Also, I really want a pet pig like Moana.

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Lilo and Stitch

C’maaaaannnn. This had to be on my list. Lilo is a bit of an oddball – which I’m sure we can all relate to. She wants a friend so her sister lets her adopt a ‘dog’ whom she calls Stitch. Little does she know that he’s actually the galaxy’s most wanted extraterrestrial. Stitch has issues and doesn’t really like people (I can relate on SO many levels) but Lilo is determined to tame him.

This is the movie that showed there are good guys out there (David) and taught that “Ohana means family, and family means no one gets left behind or forgotten”

I’m not crying, you’re crying! Oh and Elvis Presley is on the soundtrack. I’m sold.

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Pocahontas

What I wouldn’t give to have my very own Grandmother Willow. From the age of about 10 I wanted to be Pocahontas. I remember going to see it at the cinema – it was my first memory of seeing a movie in the cinema. I loved it. What a girl. Pocahontas was beautiful inside and out. Her best friend was a raccoon and her life coach was a tree. Colours of the Wind is one of my favourite Disney songs ever, it’s message is powerful and still resonates all these years later.

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Cinderella

My favourite Disney movie when I was small. This always reminds me of being off school and poorly because that was when I would get to watch it the most. I wanted my own posse of mice friends, a dog called Bruno and the fairy godmother. I’m good without the dead dad and evil step family though.

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Mulan

Mulan. I only watched this for the first time in the last few years but it has quickly become one of my favourites. SHE IS BADASS. What other girl can save the whole of China? Sure she had help, but it was her plan. I think this may have been the first Disney movie that showed us that you didn’t have to be the ‘pretty’ girl to succeed. Your brain is worth just as much as a pretty face, if not more.

Additionally, Eddie Murphy’s Mushu is a brilliant side kick for Mulan and is def in my top 5 sidekicks.

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Aladdin

Alan Menken soundtrack.

Robin Williams voiced sidekick (the Genie is the number one sidekick, ever.)

His best pal is a monkey.

WHAT IS NOT TO LOVE.

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Tangled

 My favourite Disney princess; Rapunzel. I mean. Hashtag hair goals. She looks at the world with wide naïve eyes and I love it. She has the knack of seeing the best in everyone and making friends with everyone – be it the grumpy palace horse, a pub full of villains or our male lead Mr Flynn Ryder. Another great soundtrack. The scene on the lake gave me my dream proposal even though I’m sure I never want to actually get married. Dreamy.

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PETER PAN

No surprises here. I am called the female Peter Pan at least once a month. I love him, even though that may sound a bit weird. Neverland is my dream home.

“To live would be an awfully big adventure”.

Wouldn’t it just.

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So there you have it… any surprises? I actually surprised myself when writing this. There are so many movies that nearly made the list but I stand proud of my top ten. Ask me next week though and numbers 5-10 may have changed. I’ve always been a fickle creature.

What is in your top ten? Tell me do, I could talk about Disney all day, everyday!

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.

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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).

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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!!

xoxo

 

Micks

 

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

 

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I don’t know why.