Theories.

Hey guys! Sorry I haven't posted a blog in quite a while, I just haven't got round to writing one, and besides, my life is so average, your eyes would dry up if I posted a blog about my current goings-on. Anyway, so I've had this thought, a genius idea if you would call it that. Recently, all I can think about is life after death. It's been bugging me, so I've been going round asking various people the exact same question: 'what do you think happens to us after we die?' and I've had a variety of different answers. Suggestions, ideas, theories and plenty of hopeful thinking. Today, I had a rather marvellous convosation with Auntie Mo and Babs on this very idea while popping in to get an egg for baking. Their theory of what happens to us. Our bodies, our being, our matter and everything inside of us. Who we are and what makes us that individual being. People I've had this convosation with in the recent past have all been roughly my age, so I though 'Hey! Let's ask some of the older generations.' So here I am, asking you if you have the time to write your theory of life after death. This entry has to be completely your belief and nobody else's. It can be as long or as short as you can be bothered to write. But please, oh please make it interesting! I'm on a full investigation here, and I'm sure it could score me some points in R.E. at school! Think of it as a game. Let the game begin.. OOOOHH!! That really reminded me of the 'Saw' films then! Too gory for you old folk. ;) Well, Auntie Mo might have seen them. She seems to have a fetish for scary movies. :D Anyway! Tarahhh for now! Livvie. xxxx

MY most embarrassing fall.

SO, I recently read Auntie Bab's blog about her most embarrassing fall back in 1967! Well, my fall was slightly more recent than that, I think I would have been around 8 or so. I knew this was the fall I wanted to rant on about, because it took me no time at all to think of my most embarrassing. Emily, dad, mum and I would all agree it was an event never to be forgotten!



I was in my back garden climbing a tree, you know, as you do at that age. It's all I ever did. Climb trees, run around pretending to be a spy, secret agent or on a few occassions a coal minor (don't ask!) and I specifically remember going across the road onto my junior school field (before it got fenced off due to arson) on my 11th birthday dressed head-to-toe in black with a brief case and a buret, spying on what my teachers were doing outside of school time.



Anyway, back to the tree. I spent most of my earlier days in my back garden or across that field, but this was about to go very differently! Arthur, my fattest and lovliest cat of them all, soon followed me up on this particular tree visit. As he sat on next door's aspestos garage roof. (It went: tree, fence, roof) I sat, perched on a branch watching him for ages, tickling his ear as he purred well, like a cat. But asfter a while, he got bored and trotted off out of reach. Me, being the smart-arse I am, followed him, after mum telling me on several different accounts that the roof would NOT hold my weight. Step-by-little-step I shuffled onto the roof and there I remained for what seemed like ages, just watching Arthur. I soon began to think "I thought this couldn't hold my weight, eh mother?" I spoke too soon. I heard this horrific CRACKKKKKKKKKK! and as I spun round to grab hold on the branch I arrived here on, the aspetos roof gave way, and so did I.



And there I hung. Clinging for actual DEAR LIFE onto the edge of the garage wall. Looking down I could see bits of broken roof everywere, and directly underneath me was an up-turned surf board, it fin thing pointing at my bum like a target. I let out this outrageous screatch for mum, wo came galloping out like a trooper within seconds, probably knowing what'd happened judging by how dim-witted I always was, and still to this very day to be honest. Mum, not being the slimmest and active of mothers climbed up the tree in a matter of seconds and pulled me up and into her arms as she climbed back down the tree again. When we got inside, everybody had gathered to see if I was okay. Mum, (rather out of breath, mind you) asked if I was hurt. There I was, shaken and crying. I lifted up my arms to reveal two rather cut-up arms from where they had scraped down the fall as I fell and clung on by my fingertips. there were bloody scrapes my the inside of my elbows all the way up to my armpits and down my side on both of my arms.



I stood there and wailed as mum put that cold, yellow spray stuff on it. Oh, the stinging! Ahhhh! I looked out the window to see Arthur sat on the fence. Puzzled.



Suprisingly, it didn't take long to heal.



I told mum I fell out of the tree and onto the roof, to avoid getting in trouble for ignoring her. Next door had to knock down that garage. And a caravan sits there to this very moment.



This is for mum, who never found out the truth. I lied to you mummy. *flutters eyelashes* sorry I never told you otherwise, but I deliberately ignored you and cost next door a small fortune!



Oh, the pride in that day!

Summary of 2009.

Well, this year has been rather eventful. Some events better than others, some memories worth keeping while others aren't. But in all, I can't really say whether 2009 has been a success or not. It's definately had it's up, but also had it's downs. I've loved and i've laughed. I've cried and i've lost, but I wouldn't change a thing. All the memories i've made this year have been nothing like the last, and shall certainly differ from the next. I couldn't possibly sit here and tell you everything that's happened to me and in my life this year, for this is just a tribute.

The earliest thing I can remember from this year was the evening of 19th February. My friend invited me to go and see "A Day To Remember" in concert, in a club in town called Corporation. It was very last minute, but me and my friend, Jade thought it'd be a laugh. We were running late, and almost decided that we couldn't be bothered. I'm sure glad we did!

We eventually got to Corporation and the queue was huge! After a while of standing out in the cold, we got inside the stuffy, packed hall.

When the bands started coming on, everybody went crazy! You see, it was a "mosh" concert. For those of you who aren't cool enough to know what that is, it's where people in the audience clear a huge circle, (generally at the front of the crowd) and, anybody inside that circle basically "mosh". This is a form of dancing, if you can even call it that! (I just see people beating eachother up! but for those of you who are currently all worried that I was in that circle, don't worry, i'm alive today aren't I? :P) but yes, I went into the circle, well, rather I was pushed in, but it was my first "mosh" concert i'd been to, so I didn't know what to do!

I just remember getting so hot I swear I could have almost passed out, so I had to push my way out of the crowd and go out the back door for a while. There, I met a girl called Elysia. We were talking for a little while, but soon went our seperate ways into the crowd again, after i'd had time to cool down. It wasn't long before I found myself pushed up against her again. The convosation basically consisted of: "oh, it's you again! HELLOOOOO!" Elysia could see I was getting all hot and bothered again, because I can be rather claustraphobic at times. She then took my hand, and led me out of the crowd, across the hall. That hall was rather small, but it took us FOREVER to get to the bar at the other end. There, Elysia go me a pint of freezing, icey water. After I had cooled off again, we continued our convosation. We remained together for the rest of the evening, seeing as both of our groups of friends had ditched us to go "boy hunting".

After the concert had finished, Elysia walked with me and Jade to Peace Gardens, in Sheffield centre. There, Elysia watched in fits of laughter as I emptied the contents of my pockets into Elysia arms, then ran through the middle of the fountains. I couldn't feel the cold as I ran through the jets of February-temperature water. It was only the split moment I ran out the other side that I felt it. Actually, I didn't feel it, by this time I was numb, but it was better than how hot I was before, I tell you! Elysia, Jade and I then walked off to the trams. Bless poor Elysia, who was then left on her own to get a train back to Barnsley on her own, after Jade and I got on the tram back to halfway, where her mum then picked us up. I was still soaking wet, yet warm by this point. It was funny, the way people were staring at us. After we go back to Jade's house, it was basically just eat and sleep for us two. We were Shattered!

Oh yes, as some of you might be wondering, me and Elysia exchanged numbers, and we're still friend's to this day! I have to remind her it's almost been a year since we met! :)

That was a great way to start 2009, and one of the best memories I have of this year. But it's weird, thinking about it, there were no other major events that I think you'd be mildly interested in. Isn't that odd? I started this blog thinking: "oh, I've got a great idea for this blog! I can tell everybody all the wonderful memories and friends i've made this year!" but when I try and write it all down, my mind goes all blank. Well, there are a few other events that happened this year, but i have other blogs dedicated to that, so I don't need to explain it anymore. Oh well. I promise you all i'll update this everytime I think of something. :) I hope you enjoyed the one memory that kicked off 2009 for me!

Oh, I really do hope 2010 turns out to be a good year for me and everybody around me.

stupid post ladies.

Hey everybody. Sorry I haven't made any new blogs lately. Grandma's been bugging me to keep you all updated but i've not had anything interesting or exciting happen in my life, until today!

It was 3:00pm and school had just finished. I was walking out of the school gates, and found my friend Stephanie with her new boyfriend, stood next to a massive, red Parcel Force van. I walked over to say hello and I gave her a hug.

Because the weather was so bad, I couldn't be bothered to walk home, so I was going down the hill to catch the bus. I said goodbye to Steph and her boyfriend who's name I don't know. As I walked past her, I noticed her mum was behind her, waiting in the car to take her home. Steph had obviously being saying goodbye to her boyfriend, by which point they were new hugging and kissing. I pulled a sickie face at her mum, which she then pulled back, chuckling. I've known Steph and her mum since we very first moved to Sheffield, so we were all friendly. I walked over to her pristine, black, shiny car. As I did this, she wound down her window and we got chatting. Steph left her boyfriend standing by the red van and began walking down the hill to the car which I was leaning into. Suddenly, the Parcel Force van infront started reversing.. fast. In panick, Steph's mum started beeping frantically, but the van continued rolling down the hill, head on with her car. She then began to reverse aswell, trying to advoid it, but she almost immediately ran out of room, as the van was literally, just inches from smashing into the front of her car. Steph's mum was cornered. The van infront, and a long row of parked cars behind. She then swerved dangerously up onto the sidewalk, almost crashing into the school wall. The van just missed and was just about to crash into the car behind when it suddenly made a 90 degree turn and went swerving into the road. By this point, everybody watching realised that there was no driver, (as a gobby little year 7 so helpfully pointed out). It made an abrupt stop as it crashed head-on into a front garden wall, (which was brand new, may I add!) The whole wall went smashing to the ground, taking a large, old-fashioned brick post with it. The owner of the house, a middle-aged woman, had been watching the whole palaver from her living room window.

Shortly after, a rather panicky, confused van driver came running out of school and down to the van, where she then threw a hand-full of paper work at it, then continued to hit the van, swearing. Steph's mum got out of the car and started shouting at the driver, who only looked to be in her early 20's. She was tall and skinny, with short, bleached-white hair. She looked rather out of place with her dirty, Parcel Force, illuminate jacket on. She exclaimed that she had put the hand break on and had no idea how all this could have happened. The woman in the house soon came charging out, phone in hand. She then continued to make a phone call, that I can only assume was either her husband or the police.

The driver said that she was sorry, and that she was going to call her company to sort everything out, and while she was calling, she walked round the back of the van. The extent of the damage was revealed; both the wall and her van. She started panicking all over again, breathing heavily, pacing.

Back across the road, me, a group of eleven year olds, Steph and her mum were watching in shock, still not soaking up what a close shave all the previous events had been. Steph's mum got back into her car, trying not to get all wound up. You could see she was terribly shaken, and she was rather upset. Me and Steph then looked at eachother, straight faced. We then burst out laughing at exactly the same time, so did her mum. Back across the road on the other hand, was a different story. Everything was a mess, and the driver and the house owner were running around, argueing.

If everything had happened just a matter of seconds later, things would have been messy. Steph would have probably been in the car by that point, and knowing her, she wouldn't have her seatbelt on yet.. A woman with a pram and two infants who were walking down the hill, would have probably been in the path of the van as it was zig-zaggy across the road, and I might have been in Steph's car, because she probably would have offered me a lift by then, if everything wasn't delayed by Steph and her boyfriend. Everything missed by inches, and the timing was perfect. Yes, a wall was destroyed, along with a post and a Parcel Force van; and yes, the driver and the house owner were upset. But luckily, nobody was hurt, and we all came away with only the memories and a few of us shaken.

It definately made my day, but it turns out that only very few people saw the event. After Steph and her mum had driven off, and everybody were sorting things out, I went and caught my bus. It was apsolutely packed! As I sat down next to Steph's best friend, Emma, and began telling her what had just happened (rather loud, I must admit), I noticed that the bus went quiet, listening intently. It turns out nobody else at all had seen it!

What a great way to round off such a boring day.

Mummy, I miss you.

mum and me in the hot tub the day we went on cruise this summer.


Today was mum's funeral. Though obviously upsetting for everybody, in all, it was a success. It all started when the funeral cars arrived outside our house around 3pm. Mum's beautiful yellow daffodile coffin was very visible from inside the glass boot of the front, funeral car. Gorgeous bokays of flowers, and on either side flowers spelling out 'mummy' and 'Sindie'. Behind, followed two lovely black limousines. (Dad said they were limousines because they had three sets of seats, but I just think they were long cars. It still isn't resolved).

After going about 5 miles per hour down the road, following some men in fancy black suits on foot, they got in their cars, and we set off slowly for Grenoside Crematorium. On arrival, we were greeted by many family and friends, all waiting, dressed in their best outside the main doors. After a few minutes of kisses and cuddles, joined by a few grieving tears. Daddy and the boys carried mum inside. (They had to be shown how to hold the coffin so they had a firm hold and didn't drop it!) While gently getting the coffin out of the car, Hallelujah by K.D. Lang played, which triggered many emotions.

When everybody was safely seated inside, with their roses from the doors, David (the vicar, also mum's great friend of 6 years) said a few words, we then sang a few songs and prayed a few prayers, followed by a few more of mum's favourite songs, which gave everybody time to reflect on mum's 'window', as Uncle Rob so lovingly put it during his up-lifting speech.

We then got the opportunity to go up to mum's coffin and spend our last moments with her, where I then noticed a few people praying before we left. Outside, we stood for what felt like forever chatting, where I was approached by a few people saying "my, oh my, haven't you grown?! I haven't seen you since you were tiny!" Me, then getting all confused, because i've never seen them before in my life! (That I can remember anyway).

When everybody was finished gossiping away, everybody went back to the Lowood pub (is that how you spell it?) for the after party, where everybody had a drink, (or two!) and ate lots of yummy food and had a laugh, to take their minds off the busy day just passed.

In all, though heartbreaking, I thought it was a brilliant round off to mum's life. I thought I'd have my little say about the situation, so here it goes.

You gave me your everything, my whole life. I've never had to learn to live any other way. But now I do, now it's hard. I'm sticking it out for you mum. Keeping my head up, my knees straight. Glaring up and the sky, wondering if you can see me. Life's alot different now, but we're all working together. I still think of you every minute, I promise. We all knew it'd come to this, so we're keeping it together. Now you're safe, no more tears, right? Now no one has to worry anymore. Life is peaceful now. No more sat in class, wondering how you're feeling today. If you're in any more pain than yesturday. Yeah, i'm lonely, and I miss you; but I wouldn't have it any other way. You'll never be forgotten; everybody's friend. I love you.

The intoduction. All about me.

Hello Bloggers,

My name is Livvie Smith. I am 14 years old, seeing as I was born on 7th July 1995. I have a father, Gary, who is 42 in December. (Blimey, old man! Bless him.) I also have an older sister, Emily, who has just turned 18. She is rather extatic that she is fully legal to do whatever she may please. Luckily, her mind is only set on university next year. My mother, Sindie, sadly passed away on 15th October 2009. Sindie bravely fought breast cancer for 5 long years, before it completely took over earlier this year. Mum died a peaceful death, and her funeral is to be shortly held.

Moving onto a more brighter note. I am currently in year 10 at Stocksbridge High School. For some of the older readers out there, you might know this as 'fourth year', maybe? Anyway, I have just started my GCSE's, which has its ups and downs. Unfortunately, I have my mum's level of intelligence when it comes to maths; but, I do take after my mum's side of the family when it comes to art and creativity. This is strange though, I recently found out that nanny, my dad's mum was rather talented at drawing herself. Nanny passed away from breast cancer aswell. I was only 6 when this happened though, it it didn't really hit me at all. So yeah, I would say I exceed at art and Music. Oh yes, I am a drummer! I also play the keyboard and piano. I have an electric guitar, that I got for my birthday this year; but I very much doubt i'll ever learn to play it. Last year, in year 9, I was told I was in the top third of my year for science, which I found rather exciting! I don't know what level I am at this year, but I took 'double science' for my GCSE's, which means 5 hours of science a week, rather than a 4 hour science course or 'triple science', which means 6 hours a week! (one of the these lessons 1 hour before school starts on a MONDAY! Poor, poor science geeks!)

Moving away from the very dull and uninteresting topic of school. I don't really know what to say now actually. My whole life IS school. If it's not school, it's homework, if it's not homework, it's coursework. If it's not coursework it's after-school detentions! (Which actually, I have only got ONE, for being "disruptive" in Geography, back in year 7, out of the 10 years i've been at school! By the way, I no longer take Geography, seeing as I dropped that subject and am now studying History instead. I am so proud of myself!) At the weekends I like to go to Sheffield centre, which I more bluntly call, town. In town I hang around with my friends, have a laugh and buy extremely under-priced food from Somerfield, (YUM.)

I think i'll leave it there for now folks. I'll soon be updating and adding photos. (Most likely of myself and my artwork.)

Cheerio for now.

Livvie xxxx