A little extra help - Payday loans

OK so it’s the 22nd of April and I have £13.65 in my purse. It’s kinda OK as I don’t have any bills to pay right now. However, my car being what it is and the fates cackling at me, I just know that something is going to crop up between now and the 28th.

It’s a good job that I have discovered payday loans. I can get £80 to £750 really quickly as long as I pay it back the next pay day. I have tried to get little loans before with very little success. You just can’t get anything less than a couple of grand unless you are a member of a credit union and you have to save with them before you can borrow anything. I have been tempted by pawn brokers before but my Mum wears the only valuable piece of jewellery I own so I don’t have anything to pawn.

It is really simple to apply; you just need a bank account to put the money in and a debit card to pay the loan back on the agreed date. You just fill in the online form and it should all be done in minutes.

There is just one fixed charge (£25 per £100 borrowed) with no administration charges.

I hope I don’t need to find any extra cash before payday, but if I do I know where to go.

Sophie Lancaster - Memorials

There are so many memorial events coming up for Sophie, especially around the Whitby Gothic Weekend. If you would like to be part of an event to remember Sophie or would like to know more about the fund S.O.P.H.I.E or to make a donation; take a look at the My Space page set up by Sophie's Mum Sylvia.

Pushing Daisies

I have just got to the first episode of this fantastic US show on my PVR (I know but you try being a working -in the evenings too- Mum and still keep up with your TV)and now I find out that I'm going to jump an episode. Now I'm not usually one for file downloading etc but I may have to make an exception in this case. I just love the dry, quirky humour, and the way he pets his dog is just too hillarious (you have to see it to appreciate it).

Roll on Saturday night I say.

Sponsored content

I have recently signed this blog up to PayPerPost in order, quite frankly, to earn a little bit of money from this humble project. Fear not, however, intrepid reader this blog will not descend into a chavy advert for anything that PPP throws at me. I will remain committed to my standards and ethics of bringing the best you of Goth parenting and the weird world of Goth Mum, Mr V and Little Miss.

I found out about Pay Per Post when I was searching online about SEO and how to get more readers for this blog. I know that quality content is key to getting and keeping readers, and I am trying my best but a little inspiration about what to write about, and an introduction to some new and exciting things will be nice.

I am particularly looking forward to upping my ranking so I can start blogging about such tantalising topics as halloween costume and DIY disasters (I may share that one with you anyway) So SEO tactics at the ready and off we go into a new and exciting world of sponsored posting.


BTW I’m earmarking these to buy with my earnings. When will they be hugging my feet? We’ll have to see.

Little black dresses

I have just found Black Essentials.

Not specifically goth but some very sophisticated black clothes. They are based in Edinburgh so UK shipping won't be the usial 3 week wait followed by customs bill that we so often have from US companies.

I am particularly fond of the Black Fridalis Dress which I would quite happily wear to work and out with the family (and it would look hot with a leather waist clincher and a pair of killer heels)

Bedtime stories: we all have a tale to tell

After a very fraught day I have just put Little Miss to bed with a bedtime story. Often she presents me with a "Rollie Polie Olie" book with no plot. So I have to make it up as I go along, with a little help from her. Currently we are jetting off to planet stinko to save the world from various cheese related dilemas (honestly, most of it comes from her).

I found this article from the daily telegraph and felt a little more inspired to create interesting stories at bed time.

I remember a vivid fantasy world my mother created for my little brother and I which revolved around a family of fluffy people (a bit like flumps) that lived under our bin at the bottom of the garden. I'm 34 now and I still remember those stories and the bed times we shared together.

I hope I can give Little Miss memories like that.

A matter of trust in the parent

I am just posting a quickie before I go to bed. I've been meaning to post about this for a while but couldn't quite find the words. I don't know if I have them now but I will try.

Before I go to bed I go into Little Miss' room, pick her up and carry her through to the bathroom. There I pull down her PJs, sit her on teh toilet and softly say "have a wee darling". Little Miss then obliges, often muttering something unintelligible about trains, or monsters or one of her friends (she takes after both of us there), and then I re-dress her and carry her back to bed.

This little ritual has served us well for quite a few months and has kept the bed dry. If fact one night I was up a bit late and she woke herself up, wandered through to the bathroom and announced her intentions (luckily we are fairly open plan and heard what she was up to from downstairs). But anyhow, the nature of this post is the trust that she places in me and Daddy and how that plays out in daily life.

Could I, as I have pondered as I kneel on the bathroom floor balancing a sleeping child on one arm, take her into a different place (ie the kitchen) murmur the words and would she wee on the kitchen floor? How easy must it be for parents to spin a child into a world that we would find horrific, because they trust their parent / carer and they know no different.

The thought that often nearly overwelms me as I carry a half sleeping child back into her bed is what a huge responsibility we have, as parents, to create a safe and happy and challenging envoronment for our families. I could really screw her up.

A friend of mine is a fab mum, she won an award and everything, and the reason that she is such a positive parent is that her mother is a bitch who made her feel like dirt for the majority of her childhood and she never wants her daughter to fell the same way. In 20, 30, 50 years time what will Little Miss think of her parents.

What do you think about your parents?