Bonnie and Clyde Soulmates to their death


I would have loved the opportunity to spend time with these two characters, for at least a day. Can you believe today marks the 80th Anniversary of the day the two were ambushed! Where has time gone?


Wouldn’t you love the chance to hang with them?

What went on their heads?

Why did they go on the killing sprees they did?

Bonnie was so young!

How does a 23 year old become so infected with that much rage?

Of course, they did supply the nation with a lot of entertainment at a time when things were bad, real bad. Kind of like today. “They were front-page news, newsreel stars, heroes to those who hated banks and the government, institutions the young outlaws mocked.”

Kind of like today.


Outlaw soul mates Bonnie and Clyde, who disdain arrest and choose instead to die together in a hail of bullets.


Bonnie Parker seemed to know what fate awaited them. While the couple was on the run, she sent a poem to the media, which was printed across the country the next day and concluded with:


Some day they’ll go down together

they’ll bury them side by side.

To few it’ll be grief,

to the law a relief

but it’s death for Bonnie and Clyde.


Often when soul mates pass over to the other side, their bodies are buried side by side. However, this was not the case after the simultaneous deaths of Bonnie and Clyde, because Bonnie’s family refused to allow it. Sometimes, even soul mates can experience scorn and disapproval from those close to them, which makes immortality seem preferable.

Personally I think Bonnie knew that the only way they would ever be together forever was in spirit..  She knew that they disapproved of Clyde and she knew that if they were captured they would have been separated for as long as they both drew breath.
True love or utter madness.
Either way Soul mates until the end…
I used to think I had met my true soul mate. someone I would live and die for but now I wonder…

I wonder if I have met them and I wonder If I ever would.



In Memory of Michael Another year passes.

My Baby boy would have been 28 today 😦

Never forgotten and Always Missed.

Hello old friend, Oh yes you know

I lost my child a while ago.

No, no please, don’t look away

And change the subject, It’s ok.

You see at first I couldn’t feel,

It took so long, but now it’s real.

I hurt so much inside you see

I need to talk, come sit with me?

You see, I was numb for so very long,

And people said, “My, she is so strong.”

They did not know I couldn’t feel,

My broken heart made all unreal.

But then one day, as I awoke

I clutched my chest, began to choke,

Such a scream, such a wail,

Broke from me.. My child! My child!

The horror of reality.

But everyone has moved on, you see,

Everyone except for me.

Now, when I need friends most of all,

Between us there now stands a wall.

My pain is more than they can bear,

When I mention my child,

I see their blank stare.

“But I thought you were over it,”

Their eyes seem to say–

No, no, I can’t listen to this, not today.

So I smile and pretend, and say, “Oh, I’m ok”.

But inside I am crying, as I turn away.

And so my old friend, I shall paint on a smile,

As I have from the start,

You never knowing all the while,

All I’ve just said to you in my heart.


My Mum, she tells lies

She never did before.

From now until she dies,

she’ll tell a whole lot more.

Ask my Mum how she is,

And because she can’t explain,

She will tell a little lie–

She can’t describe the pain.

Ask my Mum how she is,

She’ll say “I am all right.”

If that’s the truth, then tell me

Why does she cry every night?

Ask my Mum how she is,

She seems to cope so well.

She didn’t have a choice, you see,

Nor had the strength to yell.

Ask my Mum how she is,

“I’m fine; I’m well; I’m coping.”

For God’s sake Mum, tell the truth,

Just say your heart is broken.

She’ll love me all her life–

I loved her all of mine.

But if you ask her how she is,

She’ll lie and say she’s fine.

Here I am in Heaven,

I cannot hug from here.

If she lies to you, don’t listen;

Hug her, and hold her near.

On the day we meet again,

We’ll smile, and I’ll be bold,

I’ll say, “You’re lucky to get in here, Mum,

With all the lies you’ve told!”

If Dreams come true then I seriously need to write an achievable bucket list quickly.

Honestly I had the weirdest dream last night, I can’t remember details all I can remember is feeling healthy… well as healthy as I feel now, Bearing in mind I am still getting over this flipping bronchitis and my chest is still a tad dodgy on cold and damp days 😕

Anyway like I said I can’t remember hardly any of the details it was like everyday is normally,
but knowing that I only had 4 weeks to live.. 😯
I didn’t want to tell anyone what was happening but was trying to make the most out of my time and get as many cuddles off the kids as possible.

That is all I can remember and I’m surprised I remember that much as normally I don’t remember any dreams!! 🙄
Fingers crossed I am still here in 5 weeks eh!! 😉

Ps:  If anyone ever actually reads this, And in the next 4 weeks would help  (you never know 😆 )  and knows anything about Dreams feel free to let me know what you make of this…

We Miss you Jakesy

Jamie Paul Catchlove (Jakesy)

Passed away peacefully on Friday 17th July 2009

2 Years ago today we all lost a very special and dear friend, Never forgotten and always in our Heart. We miss you more and more each and every day.

R.I.P Jakesy.

Two years have passed and still not a day goes by that we dont look over to your house and miss seeing you there.

We miss you popping over for a chat and the odd portion of “Real Chip”

You were one in a million, We will always miss you.

You’ll never walk alone

live or die Does it Matter?

Stephen Hawking: ‘There is no heaven; it’s a fairy story’

In an exclusive interview with the Guardian, the cosmologist shares his thoughts on death, M-theory, human purpose and our chance existence

Edit:   This post seems rather Ironic  because I have since found out that an old friend lost his wife on the 15th May.. 😦

I’m tangled in my own confused little world where doubts have taken over…

I’m tangled in my own confused little world where doubts have taken over.

It feels like I’m the little kid in the cupboard, playing hide and seek, only to realize the game was over an hour ago, and nobody is looking…

How many times is someone supposed to hit rock bottom and lose everything and everyone before she reaches uphill and stay uphill?

Just as I think things are finally on the up after years of being rock bottom and I’m starting to live again, something comes along and kicks you right in the teeth.

Maybe I’m feeling so blue  because I have been so full of this lingering bug and feeling run down. I don’t know what it is but I do know that right now I don’t feel like I’m coping.

This last week has been a nightmare and I’m not one to say that during the school holidays. I love having my kids at home but this Monday I can’t wait for them to go..

I feel like walking up to a wall and just banging my head against it.

I’m worried about Ali. The older he gets the more I’m sure something is just not right 😕

I always said he should have been an only child.. He hates his sisters. Tammy especially, Tolerates Alex for the majority of the time.. The rest of the time he hates him as well, He never made any friends in playgroup and still hasn’t made any friends at school since he started in September.  For a long time I have convinced myself that he was shy. But now I’m starting to face the fact that there is more to it than that.  He is starting to get spiteful with Alex if he can’t get his own way..  pinching, pushing and being plain destructive.. breaking up Alex’s toys even breaking up his own toys..

He never really was a toy kid to be honest.. its only over the last year that he has started to show an interest in some of the latest “must have’s” that Alex had  so at christmas it was easy just get them both the same for everything.. I would say a good 70% of his now Ali has broken on purpose along with about 10% of Alex’s. 😦

He still shouts and growls or should I say RAAHHHH’S!!!  If he gets told off or again can’t get his own way.. he was never one for tantrums when he was little but this stubborn shouting and being nasty is starting to happen more and more often..  and boy is he stubborn.. he will not give in to anything or anyone..  I have tried every punishment known and nothing is working.. even Dad gave him a slap the other day and all he did was Growl louder this went on for a good couple of hours.  In the end the only way to calm him down was to get him to sit on my knee .. He will have cuddles with me and Allan and will give my dad a kiss and cuddle when he leaves but that is it.. no-one else is honoured and even we have to fight for them.

This week I feel like I have been at my wit’s end.. like I said maybe it’s because I have been feeling so unwell, Maybe it’s because I’m feeling unsettled for some reason. I don’t know .

What I do know is I can’t ignore this any longer.. I am going to have to try to find out what I can do to see if He really does need some help or he is just and unsociable nasty stubborn little bugger…….. 👿

One thing is for certain.. I’m not coping at the moment.. what the hell is wrong with me…..

I have coped with the death of a child,

I coped with the premature arrival of my twins…

I have coped through having 3 kids under a year old..

I have coped with having 5 under school age…….

I have coped with living with an abusive husband

I have coped with a separation and looking after the kids for two years,

I have coped when the evil one returned and the world crashed all around me.

I have coped with losing my house, my family,

I have coped with becoming a full time carer  of my mum who was disabled, diabetic, ill and very demanding and suffering with dementia and looking after a baby  and my own house, at the same time

Again I have coped with single-handedly visiting her in hospital for  8 or 9 weeks, sorting out a nursing home for her then being told she wont make it and then  sorting out her funeral because my brother “had his own life” and when she did pass away he  was to busy on his holiday in the south of France to help arrange anything.. to be told by him he didn’t even want me to call him when she did finally die because it would ruin their holiday.

I have coped with keeping two houses running and suffering miscarriage after miscarriage in a final attempt to have one last child.

I have coped with the benign lump in my neck that caused me to have a week in hospital hooked up to morphine while they ran every test under the sun before they decided that its safer to leave it where it is and of course there is always that day when you never know if  its going to turn malignant

I coped when Ali was born, three weeks early and by emergency c section because history was repeating itself with my first child.. my waters had gone and infection was imminent.

I have coped with a certain persons Infidelities not once but twice.

I have coped with Ali’s sight problems, I have coped with having the father constantly here. so what has changed

Why can’t I cope any-more.. Why am I sat here at nearly 3am because I cant sleep, tears streaming down my face, wondering why my life is going downhill again.

Is this just Karma for all the wrong doings I have done, and for all the hurt I have caused in the past when I was young….

I’m sat here wondering if my heart & head have ever heard of compromise?  I will never have the life I wanted I know that…..

But  Maybe what I’ve always wanted isn’t right for me at all..