The Scottish Tag

Shout out to my ginger from another ming…er? No,thats terrible. Shout out to my lady over at lifeinthegingerlane for the nomination. Thank you very much!
I do love a wee nomination and whats better than a nomination that is asking questions about Scotland and one that doesn’t require me to nominate 3 billion people!! This is my kind of tag!
Please go and visit my ginger friend, it might give her the boot up the arse she needs in order to give us more posts (she says, as one that rarely blogs these days). She might use the excuse that she is a mumma with another one on the way, but I don’t buy it! So lets all gang up and annoy her until she starts pumping posts out every week!

The Scottish Tag

Question 1: Whereabouts in Scotland are you from?

I’m from a dark and murky city where murders run rife in the streets, kids shout up tae their maw to ask them to throw a piece n jam oot the windae. I live in coronary disease capital of the world, I live in Glasgow, colloquially known as Glesga.

Question 2: Where’s your favourite place you’ve been in Scotland?

Interesting…mmm, let me think. I’m never a favourtie kinda person, I’m dead inside. But, I do feel very much at peace in the highlands. We have use of a family home in Embo, up on the east coast of Scotland, so if you forced me to pick a place, then this is where I would pick.

Question 3: Where would you like to visit in Scotland?
All of it! Like my ginger friend, I too have never been to many of the islands. Well, I did go when I was younger but I don’t remember much. I would also love to go on a spooky haunted tour of Scotland, visiting old abandoned buildings, especially old hospitals for the mentally ill. That would be amazing,  but don’t go planning anything and inviting me as I would most likely bail on account of being a scaredy-cat.
 
Question 4: What is your favourite Scottish film?
Aww man, I don’t know. I hate favourite questions as I never have favourites – other than food and chocolates bars. I feel like I must pick something amazing and cultural, the best of ‘Scotland’…I haven’t even seen Trainspotting. Christ, I can’t even think of a film that is set in Scotland…Dave is going to beat me with a stick for not answering this correctly.
Can I say World War Z? I’m sure they shot some of that in Glasgow?….
*hands David the stick and prepares back for a beating. sigh*
 
Question 5: Do you match up to any Scottish stereotypes?
Pretty sure if you put me in a line up, I would be singled out very easily for being the Scottish lassie. I’m paler that a milk bottle, I have freckles, nae tan – honestly, I can’t stress my paleness enough, my accent is pretty darn Scottish, I would say I have the feisty, stubborn, sarcastic and rude attitude that all us Scots are meant to have. At the drop of a hat I would bend over and flash my arse to you, and slap it for good measure, while shouting ‘feast yer eyes!!’
 
Question 6: What is your favourite Scottish food?
 
Well, well, well…where oh where do I begin?! Listen, I’m taking chicken pakora as Scottish,purely because I can never find it south of the boarder…and I love it. Obviously Irn Bru is there to wash the chicken down. Haggis? I can take it or leave it, although if it’s in the form of a haggis, neeps and tatties stack, well my friends, that changes everything! Get it in me! I’m also a huge fan of the many, many, mannnnny Indian curries that have either been created in Scotland or been given a good auld twist to entertain our Scottish taste buds, I’m thinking Chicken Tikka Masala. Yes baby! There is speculation and debate about the origin of this dish, but for the purpose of this post (and my love of curry and just plain wanting to add it here) I’m going with it being created in Glasgow back in the day.
Sorry to disappoint but I don’t ‘do’ fish, I don’t ‘do’ deep fried anything (gies me the boke), unless that deep fried is a cut tattie in the form of chips then smothered with gravy and vinegar, then we’re talking!
Question 7: Do you follow any Scottish traditions?
Mmmm….other than the tradition of being batshit crazy, i don’t really think so. I’m not a huge fan of Hogmanay, but given the chance of a swally, I do celebrate it and if with friends we will belt out ‘Auld Lang Syne’ while jumping…which might result in the down stairs neighbours ceiling caving in….maybe.
Is it a Scottish tradition to look for fairies while out in the forest? If it is, then yes I follow that one. Can’t wait until I can take Jess a walk and involve her in my hallucinations.
 
Question 8: What is your favourite Scottish word?
Too many. Especially naughty ones or offensive phrases, like ‘shut yer face’ or ‘get tae’. I do partake in a little sweary word now and again and again and, well basically every single sentence, I cani fucking help it.
For fear of looking like a right swear bag nutter I will refrain for listing my favourite profanities or sayings. I’m quite the fan of ‘havering’ as in ‘David, I think you are havering mate’ – talking shite, I say it alot…or maybe David talks shite alot…
‘Don’t gies is’ – You are lying or talking shite, exaggerating, being a pain – basically I’ve had enough of you and it best you beat it.
 
Question 9: What is your favourite Scottish song?
Nawwwww, no again! Please, I don’t have favourites! Aw help ma boab! I’m no picking the Proclamiers or the drunken song we sing at the end of a wedding, naw. Despite loving a Scottish Tag post, I’m no that into nationalism and ‘Moan the Scots!’, so I’m finding it hard to think of a song that doesn’t make me cringe (see The Proclaimers). Sorry, I’m out.
 
Question 10: Can you recommend any Scottish you tubers?
You know, I don’t think I watch any Scottish Youtubers. Saying that, I did come across Jamie Genevieve recently, and I like her videos. I’m not into make up and all that beauty carry on, well I am but I’m far too lazy to be doing all that jazz. But I do like watching her videos, she’s proper Scottish, that accent! Do we really sound like that? We do, don’t we. I always cringe at our accent on TV, but it is what it is eh?

 

 

Rightyo, done!

I’mma gonna mix things up a bit, instead of nominating Scots I would like everyone and anyone to give it a go. Swap out Scotland for your country and then answer the questions. I love reading and learning about other parts of the world, especially all our quirks and differences.So if you feel like it, then give it a go.

There are some people I would like to nominate, purely as I’m a nosey beast, those are –

Fem pants – my sassy Nigerian friend

Mahbuttitches – my weird Goldblum obsessed friend

Opinionatedman – my opinionated man friend and helper of blogs

TheSilentWave – my aspergers informant and great source of knowledge

Becca – my funny ass, like minded friend

DorkyMomDoodles – my weird ass MmmBop loving friend – I don’t judge

And Kat!! But I can never find her blog! Where you hiding lady?! I even went to the great effort of checking FB, but I can’t find your blog! You are probably too busy sunning your self on that Greek sun, but when you have a minute you give me your blog (yet again, I don’t know what I’ve done – I probably do have an email, but since I have over ahem 1000 emails now, well I’m just going to pass on that one) and stop this madness.

*Update – I found her!

As always, there is no obligation to bother your arse with this tag. I’m just curious to see different parts of the world and how we all live.

Bye bitches – the latest line I have been teaching Jessica. Top parent!

 

A Spontaneous Birth – is that a thing?

It’s almost the anniversary, the ‘sayonara vagina’ anniversary, otherwise known as Jessica’s’ birthday.

At this time of year, I always find myself drifting back two years, reminiscing about the day that changed my life forever, well more like days that changed my life. This time last year I was full of tears at the thought of monster child turning one, I was very much full of hormones, depression and love. The second time around, I’m still batshit crazy, but slightly less hormonal, kinda, maybe, slightly, and more ‘d’aww, my little baby is growing up.’ I’m thinking all my pregnancy, birth and feeding hormones have evaporated – my boobs are testament to that – gutted. I’m in that denial kinda phase of child birth, I only have good memories, it wasn’t so bad.

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Why do kids wanna grow up so much?!

Call me cynical, but some things just aren’t the same when you become an ‘adult’ – which I’m pretty sure is the term for people who have more issues than an entire season of Jerry Springer, that make it through each day by winging it (and Googling plenty of supposedly adult knowledge such as how to spell supposidly).

Cynical or not (or maybe I’m just moaning, as I’m pretty darn good at it)I bet you will agree, with at least some of the following. And if you dont, you can jog on – ain’t no one need that much positivity in their lives. Continue reading “Why do kids wanna grow up so much?!”

Mystery Blogger Award

Mystery Blogger Award…

Thank you to Lisa at cries from an unkempt garden for the nomination. If you haven’t checked out her blog then you really should! Her writing style is beautiful and immersive, her recent posts have got me right in the feels. I’m always scrolling through the reader to find her posts, her story is truly one of strength and awe. She has made me feel warm and welcome on WP, the effort she puts into her comments and replies is really heart-felt and encouraging. So go have a creep around her site 🙂

Also I would like to make mention of http://okotoenigma.wordpress.com, the creator of this award.

3 things about me;

  1. I can’t spell for shit! I remember, as far back as primary school, always being crap at spelling. I love and loathe autocorrect, obviously it’s point is to correct spelling, but it has made me lazy. For example, the word ‘especially’ (espcially – my attempt) always trips me up. Instead of trying to correctly spell it, I bast letters near enough to the word and let autocorrect, well, correct my spelling. Since I work in a lab and need to write in a lab book, you can imagine the spelling errors. I tend to think I don’t have many insecurities, but this is one or sure, group work makes me nervous incase I need to write in front of someone – the thought of having to write other people’s name is enough to give me hives!
  2. I get through life by using humour to mask a lot of things. General knowledge is a big one I mask – like spelling, I don’t know shit. Dave will ask ‘what is the capital of Australia?’ since he thinks this is an easy question that everyone knows, I will slap on a cheeky grin and reply ‘Berlin’. He will then assume that my face means I know the answer and I’m being playful, he’ll say ‘oh you know its Canberra (I googled it)’ and I say something to the effect of ‘of course I know, I’m so wise’. I’m not wise, I know jack shit about geography.
  3. I live in Glasgow, Scotland – the place that everyone moans about the weather on a daily basis. It doesn’t bother me too much, of course I would like to see the sun at some point during the year, but it doesn’t get me all crazy like it does Dave. He would love to live somewhere warmer, the lack of summer months (haha, summer months?! We get a summer week at best) really bugs him. I’m no so fussed. My whole family live in Glasgow, most of which are just ‘up the road’ (Scottish for anywhere between 1 and 100 miles), I couldn’t move far away from them. Plus my bffer just bought a house ’round the corner’ (Scottish for anywhere between 1 and 60 minute walk). My dream of becoming Rachel Green is getting closer and closer – instead of a coffee-house, my bffer and I would need to hang about in the local chippie (Scottish for chip shop).

The most favourite blog I have written has got to be Peppa Pig – Pass the wine. The whole scenario made me laugh. Dave and I still say ‘mind that time we paid to watch Peppa Pig and wanted to pick our eyes out with a rusty screwdriver to end it all?’. For sure, it will be one of those memories that stick with us forever.

Right, to tttthhhhe questions!

 

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