Love is in the Air..Every sight and every sound...Love is in the Air...

O.K. Try it! Just take a deep breath...inhale and say 'Kate' nice and slow, then exhale and say 'William'. Alternatively, you can inhale with William and exhale with Kate. It doesn't matter really - the results will be the same. It is going to produce a deep, peaceful and jubilant feeling in your heart. Some people will want to jump up and down like chimps on a tree and that's fine too. Others will have the urge to go out and buy imitation sapphire engagement rings and blue dresses and Hats! Yes Kate has brought a headiness back to hats. Long overdue I should think. It is wonderful to see the whole wide world SO happy and I am no exception. My clock is set for 2.00 a.m. and I will join the millions of Royalists around the world as we live the dream, every ounce of pleasure will be extracted, consumed with champagne and the Queen's favourite brew of tea - produced especially for the occasion. What's not to love about Love? Ching Ching Ching.

The army will be out on the streets of London roaring "What do we want?" and the crowds will reply "LOVE...WE WANT LOVE". This will go on for about an hour until the happy couple appear. Cynics will be thrown in the Tower of London. Some may be hanged... but that's o.k. too. They should have known better than to open their big wide mouths and splutter profanities such as Kate's mother - the future mother-in-law of the King - is a steely eyed opportunist who sent her daughter to the same college as William, with the sole intention of hooking a Prince. She told her daughter "It has to be a Prince, Kate - nothing more - nothing less". So what? Being the obedient daughter that she is, she caught him. She reeled him in with that black fishnet of a dress. Apparently the sight of Kate in the fishnet dress excited the Prince SO much, an onlooker from that fateful night observed "his eyes almost popped from their sockets, and his visage turned a bright rosy hue". The rest is history... that 'little black number' sealed the deal.  

Who doesn't LOVE a love story. I don't know about you, but I simply cannot get enough of t.v. programs like 'Say Yes to the Dress', 'Rich Bride Poor Bride' and movies such as 'Four Weddings' 'The Wedding Planner' and 'Muriel's Wedding'. The list goes on. And every little girl HAS to have a Bride Barbie.  What is it about Weddings? What I find SO disturbing is that Weddings have taken over from Marriage. Completely.  The marriage end of things has become far less important and really gets in the way of the Wedding planning. It must be So annoying for a bride and groom to have to waste valuable menu planning time to attend pre-marriage courses where they discuss boring things such as finance and marital expectations, etc.  Marriages have become all about 'The Wedding' and less about the 'other stuff'.  Once upon a time only virgins could wear white because it symbolized purity, but that's all 'old fashioned nonsense'. Now even the Bride's children can wear white. It's a free world - but is it a happier world? You tell me.

I remember 16 years ago when I lived in Fort McMurray, I went to a photo studio to get my baby's photo taken. I was enthralled at all the MAGNIFICENT wedding photos decorating the walls. Many of them could hold their own with a Royal wedding. As I waited for my turn to see the photographer, the Receptionist, a large jolly woman with a deep belly laugh said to me "See that one" pointing to the Wedding of the Year Couple "That wedding cost $45.000 and they never even came back to collect their photos!" "What?" I exclaimed "Why?" 'Because they never made it past the honeymoon ha ha ha" she laughed, thinking it was hilarious. Nothing ha ha about that I thought to myself. "Those ones split up after six months" she said pointing to another couple's photo. She knew each couple as if they were her own children. For a minute I thought I was in a morgue. There was something deeply sad about all this. Call me a foolish romantic but I believe in old fashioned love stories. The ones that end with "and they lived happily ever after".

That's why I highly recommend you go and see 'Jane Eyre'. I went last Sunday and the pleasure it gave me far exceeded all the chocolate eggs. It was two hours of slow, delicious 'true romance'. I was glued to the screen and Kevin remarked "I can see you are in your element". He knows me. Call me 'Old Fashioned' but I truly believe each of us has a soul-mate out there waiting for us...But you have to defer gratification... and not put the cart before the horse. You have to keep the carrot of romance dangling for your Mr. Darcy, just like Elizabeth did, just like Jane Eyre did and then you'll never again hear men spitting "Why buy a cow when you can have the milk for free ha ha..."

Can't wait to see Kate's dress tomorrow...!!

Enjoy the Wedding of the Century.

Love,

Delisha xxx

Who the heck is Delisha???

I'm sure you consider me very cocky calling myself 'Delisha'. If you think I'm cocky - you're right! Spot on! I was born in the Chinese Year of the Rooster, hence my 'cocky' flavour. Forgive me. I call it 'poetic licence'. Let me tell you how I stumbled upon the name that fully captures my alter-ego and makes me feel like a true, delicious 'yummy mummy'.

It was all back in the pre-baby days when I worked for the Guinness Corporation in Dublin. I wore tight skirts and stilettos and had not a care in the world, other than fun, shopping, travel and food. Men would flirt with me and I'd give as good as I got, content in the knowledge that flirting, after all, was simply 'attention without intention' and made a long day seem shorter. There was one fellow in particular that I worked with. He had a black belt in flirting. He was always 'educating' me. He told me how Nuns got their name. It was because they got 'None' Monday to Sunday... His name was Kevin (not the Kevin I married) but another one. I'm partial to Kevins as you can see. The name means 'lovable' and most Kevins I know are that, which is why 'Kevin' rhyms with 'Heaven'.

To cut a long story short the Kevin with the black belt in flirting loved a particular song. It was called 'Patricia the Stripper' and sung by the renowned Chris de Burgh - royalty  if ever. Chris is the father of Ireland's only Ms. World - the ravishing Rosanna Davison. He also had another beautiful song 'Lady in Red'. Just because I happened to have a chili pepper-red coat at the time, and the fact my name was Patricia - Kevin the King Kong of Flirting, serenaded me every morning when I went into work. I became known to the 'Naughty Boys' as Delisha. Trust me blog buddies - the only thing I have ever stripped is wallpaper! The words of 'Patricia the Stripper' went something like this -

"I'm going out to dinner, with a gorgeous singer, to a little place I've found down by the quay;
Her name is Patricia, she calls herself 'Delicia', And the reason isn't very hard to see...
She says God made her a sinner just to keep fat men thinner as they tumble down in heaps
before her feet..." And it goes on  "with a swing of her hips she started to strip...to tremendous
applause she takes off her drawers..."

Yes, my dear friends that is how the name 'Delisha' became attached to me. It reminds me of happy, carefree days and every time I call myself 'Delisha' it brings a smile to my heart and warms my worries away...

Be good to yourselves...

Cheery Bye,

Delisha xxx


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Life is for living...

I dunno what's happening with the world. This is the Chinese year of the Goat. It promised to be a year 'blessed with peace and calm'. I was counting down the days until February 5th when the Chinese New Year   would arrive, carrying a squeaky clean slate, and a bright new beginning. After all the chaos and devastation inflicted by the Tiger in 2010 - I don't mean Woods, the least we deserved in 2011 was a bit of honest-to-goodness happiness. I'd tell the more depressed of my friends "Hold your fire...wait for the Goat. He'll civilize us all again". It hasn't happened yet. We're waiting...and waiting. In the meantime Tsunamis, Wars, Recessions and Dictators keep punching us in the face like innocent women being stoned to death. Children are being robbed of their optimism and their fathers. The latter Oh! so true. Only this week I heard of two very sad suicides which struck a chord deep within me - the futility - and what a waste of good life! One man in his 40's hanged himself due to financial worries, another chose to gas himself to death in his garage. Both were discovered by their children. Wonderful... I know this sounds harsh, but my sympathies lie with the families left behind. The men did not only kill themselves - they also extinguished every ounce of joy - forever - from the hearts of their wives and children who have to live with this legacy - every day - for the rest of their lives. Hello World! What's Happening?

There is a Happy Solution. There is a Happy Ending to the misery... There is light at the end of the Tunnel - not the train coming towards you I promise - No! It is the light of a good deep spirituality, the radiance of our Angels  always there to help us and comfort us in our hour of need. It doesn't cost a penny and it is always on tap. Just like your favourite Barista at Starbucks 'Ask and you shall receive' except you don't have to pay for spiritual grace - you just have to work at it.

Today my optimism returned on reading an uplifting story about a Canadian soldier in Afghanistan. He had been left for dead several years ago when he was brutally beaten in the head with a hatchet (that's not why my optimism returned...keep reading). He has battled several invasive surgeries to survive. His life is precious to him and even though at times, he was only dangling on by a thread - dangle on he did. Several years on, he is still in a wheelchair, but delighted to be alive. Thrilled to bits! He has a book project on the way, a new marriage, a beautiful daughter, etc. Each day he sets himself a new challenge, however small. He is SO happy to be alive. That is the way it should be. LIFE IS PRECIOUS - whether we have one leg or no leg - whether we are rich or poor -  fat or thin -  LIFE IS PRECIOUS - whether we have challenges or none - LIFE IS PRECIOUS and that's the way it should be.

Have a great day and even if your favourite is kicked out of 'American Idol', 'Dancing with the Stars' or the 'Amazing Race' - you have to keep battling on!! Sometimes a Kit-Kat can help. LIFE IS PRECIOUS and that's the way it should be. Challenges remind you that you are still in the game...

Love you and love one another...

Delisha xxx