Goodbye Is Just A Way To Say Hello Again!

I’m here, but I’m supposed to leave in about 10, 9, 8, 7…..


Before I do that, my fellow bloggers, THANK YOU AND HELLO AGAIN, because GOODBYE is just another word for it!


I hope you will like the song!

Cheers mates!



Have fun and do forget not this small redhead Tina!



And what’s the best way to conclude my first chapter here in the WP world?!

Douglas Adams!

“God’s Final Message to His Creation:
‘We apologize for the inconvenience.”

― Douglas Adams, So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish (The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy)



Always thought about this line as the most ultimate sarcasm on The Planet Earth, expect the Number 42, which is of course, the meaning of life, the universe, and everyhing!

Cheers and hello (goodbye)!

Have to go………………..

Tina The Mess (ouch, I’m gonna miss you).

I Am A Supergirl

Star Wars A Long Time Ago In A Galaxy Far, Far Away

….there was this little girl called Tina.

She always played with toy cars and boys toys.

As she grew up, just like a normal girl, she continued to play with cars, only this time, the real ones.

She had a life of remorse, misery and depression.

Once she learned that she was in fact ill, she refused that fact.

And she made a mistake.


Ten years later, she began to understand that the cars, her son, her cats, are not going to save her from impending doom.


So she asked for help.

She got medications. She got therapy.

Sometimes it worked, sometimes not.


So dear friends, followers and all of you reading this, I want you to know that I am going to be absent from the WP world, for a while.



Tomorrow morning I have to get into my car, and go to the institution I hate the most, where I have spent too much time.

And I have to go again, because the ugly BPD face shown itself in the worst version.

Mental health ward is awaiting me for a lovely vacation of mind.

My psych and I concluded it is the best thing to do at this point.


Do not forget me, and wish me luck!


Stay strong and happy!

Truly yours, Tina The Mess!


Do I Really Deserve This? Another Reward For Tina The Mess!

Hello WP World!

And hello to you to girls and boys, hope you’re having a beautiful day or dreaming a sweet dreams.

Tina, yep, that’s me, has been nominated for another reward! Yay!

Again,I’m honoured beyond recognition and happy beyond ultimate happiness!

I have to say thank you all for following my blah-blah’s (yep, that’s maybe a new name for my blog), and liking posts and sharing your wonderful comments.

I enjoy my time here, with all of you!

And now (drums in the background),


my fellow blogger and one of my favourite bloggers in the WP universe.

You can find Cindy’s work here, and please, be delighted as I am with her work:

A Slice of Life 

Drumroll for Cindy!


Here is a cat kiss, just for you Cindy!


She has nominated me for a One Lovely Blog Award!





Here it goes, the rules for this Lovely Award:

1. Thank the person who nominated you and link back to them in your post. (I did, but once again, thank you Cindy!)
2. Share 7 things about yourself. (please, scroll down)
3. Nominate 15 or so bloggers you admire. (also,please scroll down)
4. Contact your chosen bloggers to let them know. (almost done!)


The 7 things about me:

1. An enthusiast. Complete. Disregarding my Borderline Personality Disorder, I’m really an enthusiast and an altruist. Working as an RN in the ICU, volunteering in the cat shelter and also in the couple of humanitarian organisations as well.

2. Raising a wonderful ten years old boy / guy, by myself, who has a vivid imagination which always surprises me and people who get to know him. I use to say that he is a real “mum’s son”!

3. Our family tends to purrr a lot. We are only two humans in the house, owned by the three wonderful cats! All of them adopted, raised and not completely well-behaved, but we tolerate them a lot of cat’s behaviour,unless it involves dragging a slice of pizza on my laptop. That’s not acceptable, LOL.

4. I write since I know how to hold the pen. I think that almost all of my writing should go under the blah-blah’s section since I just let the words flow as they wish. Sometimes it turns out quite alright, once I read it!

5. Sports cars! I love them, I adore them, I drive one. I was raised in the world of cars. It just entered my mindset and my bloodstream. I really cannot imagine myself not reading the cars magazine and the engine specifications. The colour of my nail polish is black, so I tend to think of myself as just another ordinary woman / girl.

6. Trying to blend in everything into 24 hours schedule is pretty rough. When I was young I was training, hardly, the synchronized swimming, for ten years almost. Water is my element! Submerge me and I’m in my zen place! Recently, I had found myself in the world of Nanbudo and Krav Maga, the quite different martial arts. The Krav Maga will prevail in the end, as it seems.

7. And the seventh fact is :  I am a natural redhead full of freckles. With a natural curly red hair. Which I hated until I was older, and I realised that I‘m endangered species, because I have read that redhead are slowly disappearing from the human population. Please,treat me gently, LOL.


And now, comes the part where I have to choose the 15 blogs and nominate them! Ouch! Why only 15?! I love so many blogs here, and it’s a very hard choice to make!

1.  Man Of Many Thoughts –

2.  Angloswiss

3.  Dyane –

4.  Raja Rozela (Raroto)

5.  The Wandering Poet –

6. Ivy –

7. sknicholas

8. thewizardsword –

9. Pride In Madness –

10. Opinionated Man –

11. Somnolent Soul –

12. Jan De La Force-

13. Joyce –

14. Kate –

15. Amy Gamble –


So, here they are, my chosen ones, in no particular order AND THE COLORS OF THE BLOG LINKS ARE JUST RANDOMLY CHOSEN ALSO!

Once again, thank you all for following and clicking here on the Tina The Mess place!

Enjoy our ride through the WP universe!

Yours truly, Tina!




Wonderful poem. Being blessed, the most amazing feeling in the world. 🙂


I’ve witnessed the ugliness in the world,

Walked amongst it throughout my time.

What then is its worth, have i missed something,?

I know of the good, the great and wonderful things.

At times that which is around me gets clouded,

Sadness and anger are seen on many a face.

Within all of this i am blessed,

Yes! blessed with ongoing life,

Blessed with friends and family,

Blessed with the love of a caring woman.

I’ve seen both sides of life and i am blessed.

Keith Garrett




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It’s All a Part of the Ride

Wonderful blog, with a wonderful, amazing, stunning photos…B&W, Monochromia. 🙂

I’m in love with it!



Those of us who ride, love doing so on days when the sun is shining and the skies are clear,  no matter the temperature. Sometimes though, the day turns stormy, and we’re forced to pull over and wait out the rain. Once the clouds part, we’re on the road again, knowing that, in time, the wind will have us dry once again.

If you’ve visited Life on the Bike and Other Fab Things, you know that I love to seek new adventures while riding my motorcycle. In fact, the whole reason I started blogging was to be able to share my travels with family and friends who worried about me heading out on my own.  I’ve long been the one who uses photography to document the events in the lives of my friends and family, and it’s a natural fit to take the camera along with me on the…

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Princess, The Queen Of The House

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“Human, if I wanted to be in the picture, I would tell you so.  You see this face? Am I satisfied with it? No. And what do you think about my today’s lunch?! You call that a meal? Oh, come on!”.

The Princess is an unsatisfied cat. Always.


As I was preparing the lunch for us, humans, she was just lying in the middle of the living room, without intention to move.

She was still disappointed.

Her lunch, as she considered, was disastrous.


“What can I do?”, I thought in despair.

The Princess has to be happy. She is the Princess, after all!


My chicken soup on the stow was almost finished.

But the Princess was lying there for an hour as an act of rebellion. That meant she was extremely mad at me.

I was planning to go to the pool today, but how, oh how, could I leave my Princess in such state?!

I started to pet her. She was not purring. Or moving.

“Oh, what the heck. Cats will be cats…I’m going to the pool!”.


My beach towel was somewhere in the closet.

As I was trying to find it, I completely messed up everything inside.

I just couldn’t find it anywhere. “Damn!”.


Princess came, walking her lazy walk, entered the closet, although she knows how I hate it and how I forbid her to do it.

With a blink of an eye, she nested herself on the pile of the wardrobe, ready to fall to sleep.

“Princess, come on, get out! No sleeping in the closet!”.

Trying to pull her out was comparable as trying to make her eat broccoli.

No way in the World I could do it.


“And what about my towel?!”, I thought.


Then, I heard something strange noise in the kitchen.

“Oh, the hell, my soup!”. I removed it quickly from the stove.


As I was bothering about the Princess, the towel and the closet, the soup has turned into something unrecognizable.

I have never ever messed up any meal!

I am a pretty good cook, and now, I’ve accomplished to ruin the soup?!


This day was turning into a complete chaos.


And then, slowly, Princess walked out from the bedroom, dragging the beach towel with her.


“There you go human. I see how incapable you are. So, where is my proper lunch?!”, asked my pretty Princess with a look worth of the Queen Of The House.


Self-Harm Replaced With Body Modifications- Tattoos And Piercings, My Experience




My left forearm surface piercing.


Here it strikes again. I can feel it coming. I’m restless, anxious. Cannot stop thinking, walking around the flat.

I have to get out of here.

I have to go and do…something.

What will it be?

Have no idea exactly. It almost always starts with my car, engine turns on, I drive and end somewhere.

One piece of thought is scattered through my mind. Piercings, tattoos.

Luckily, it’s Saturday, so my friends do not work, but if they did, I will certainly got a new tattoo or a new piercing.

I have read somewhere, that these kind of body modifications replaces the self-harm urges, and first time I thought about it, I thought it was stupidity.

But, I have changed my mind.

It is mine compensation for the self-harm.

I admitted that to myself,but no one really understands. The people that surround me.

They think that I’m just utterly obsessed with it. Getting tattoos. Piercings.


It’s something else.

It is this:


Tattoos, body piercing and self-harm – is there a link?
Some people say cutting their skin brings them relief from emotional pain – an act usually referred to as self-harm.
Others enjoy having their body pierced with metal and their skin inscribed with permanent ink. Is there a link between these acts? According to the German psychologists Aglaja Stirn and Andreas Hinz, in some cases there might well be.
The researchers collaborated with the body modification magazine Taetowiermagazin, recruiting 432 of their readers to complete a comprehensive questionnaire about their tattooing and piercing practices and motives.
One hundred and nineteen of the participants admitted to cutting themselves in childhood. That’s 27 per cent of the sample – a much higher proportion than is found among the general population of Germany: 0.75 per cent.
Compared with the readers who said they had never self-harmed, those who had were more likely to report “bad things” having happened in their lives, and to say they had previously had a bad relationship with their own body.
Moreover, the self-harmers reported that they often had their skin tattooed or body pierced to help overcome a negative experience, or simply to experience physical pain. Another clue that self-harm and piercing/tattooing might, in some cases, be linked, derives from the fact that many of the self-harmers said they had ceased cutting themselves after obtaining their first piercing or tattoo.
Stirn and Hinz concluded that most people who partake in body modification clearly do not do it because they have any psychological problems. “However,” they continued, “because body modifications have become so common and accessible, they are also used with probably increasing frequency as a convenient means to either realise psychopathological inclinations, such as self-injury, or to overcome psychological traumas.”
Stirn, A., Hinz, A. (2008). Tattoos, body piercings, and self-injury: Is there a connection? Investigations on a core  group of participants practicing body modification. Psychotherapy Research, 18(3), 326-333.


Not everyone who has tattoo’s or piercings is in this group. But, some of us are.

Daily Dose Of Romance


Much better than the original. Chester pined it completely.

No harsh feelings, Adele, but this piece of art is beyond the beauty.

If you haven’t heard this version, please do.

Is anyone out there who agrees with me? 


“The scars of your love remind me of us

They keep me thinking that we almost had it all

The scars of your love, they leave me breathless


can’t help feeling

We could have had it all……”



My Birthday, Not My Party, Not My Rules

I’m too old for this shit.

Birthday cakes and tones of friends and relatives making noise, singing that crappy “Happy B-day to you” song.

I forbid to put the candles on my cake, ’cause it would probably start a fire, and I love place where I live and I don’t have a particular need for redecorating it or moving out.

My conclusion: these parties are not about me,  it’s about all of them.

I love the feeling they make to themselves, thinking how they have made me happy, or how they accomplished to cherish my own B-day.

Sorry guys, but fuck that. I’m not buying it.

I will pretend, I will smile, I will dance if I have to.

But deep inside, my only thought would be: “Can’t you go home, like..NOW?!”.


And when it’s all over, when the silence finally fills my apartment and my mind, I get myself a glass of red wine.

“Well Tina, it looks like we managed through another year.

You’re older, but it seems not wiser, as you predicted.

So, again, like the last year, and a year before, I raise this glass to myself, wishing for the wisdom. Happiness may come too, it will be welcomed. But the wisdom, I really pray for that. Happy B-day….”.

And after that, my favourite movie, popcorn and my cats.

That’s what I call a B-day party.

Thanks Morrissey, for the background music. It really fits the atmosphere.







A Daily Dose Of Wisdom


Tofino across on Vancouver Island – the credit for this image goes to Gavin Dumbar



“It’s dark because you are trying too hard.
Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly.
Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply.
Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.

I was so preposterously serious in those days, such a humorless little prig.
Lightly, lightly – it’s the best advice ever given me.
When it comes to dying even. Nothing ponderous, or portentous, or emphatic.
No rhetoric, no tremolos,
no self conscious persona putting on its celebrated imitation of Christ or Little Nell.
And of course, no theology, no metaphysics.
Just the fact of dying and the fact of the clear light.

So throw away your baggage and go forward.
There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet,
trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair.
That’s why you must walk so lightly.
Lightly my darling,
on tiptoes and no luggage,
not even a sponge bag,
completely unencumbered.

― Aldous Huxley, Island



The Soul Song



Dancing through the silence of a day

I’ll dance the pain away


Until the morning shimmering sun

Arrays a new day.


Dancing to the serene numbness

Until I don’t sense myself anymore

Dancing ’till I’m gone

And forget what I’m dancing for.


Dancing to the indistinct music

Of my splintered soul


No other instrument

Could play so devotedly


The chorus of my soul song.


Dead End- Part Two, Or How To Deal With A BPD Patient



Well, I am here.

I went to sleep, around 05:00 A.M. Gratefully and finally.

Woke up at 06:00 A.M. Ungratefully and feeling like a panda. Yeah,a PANDA.

Took a cab, because I was unwilling to drive by myself, ’cause panda’s don’t drive, do they?

Got to my psych, to find the waiting room crowded as it’s a Black Friday sale.

I just stood in the middle of the room, confused, and thinking what to do.

I consider myself as a really, really impatient person, especially when I feel like a panda, and after along night of horror movie with me as a main actress.

So, I just knocked on the door, pretending not to hear the people from the waiting room saying to me…stuff (censored, because I’m a nice and polite person).

I entered without hesitation. My psych was luckily alone, typing on the computer.

She turned around and looked at me with a looked at me as I am batshit crazy.

Well, I am. Batshit crazy. Or a panda. Choose yourself.

“What the hell happened?!”, she asked. I didn’t look in the mirror this morning, just a quick inspection to be sure that I don’t have messy hair.

That’s important, but the panda look is not.  You know, when your mascara is beautifully melted around your eyes giving you that special panda look.

“Well”, I said, “bottom down, didn’t sleep, wanted to kill someone or something, feeling like a crap, and being on the edge”. Telegraphic voice and telegraph speech.

“You sure look like that”.

“I know”. “So, what now?”.

That deep breath she took while nodding her head in disapproval was so comforting.

I was still standing. “Sit down”, she said.

“Don’t want too”.

“As you wish”, she replied annoyed.

“I can only send you right away to the hospital, for an urgency admittance, you know that?”


“Do you agree?”


“If you can, please help me without sending me for another three weeks of vacation in the mental ward”,I pledged.

Her smile was so sweet. I wanted to bang her in the head, although knowing she is completely right.

“Ok now…..have you done something to yourself? Planned to?”

“Sure. I was gambling with a couple of options”.

“Oh, Tina”. That deep breath again. “You have to be admitted. You look like hell”.

“A panda”, I replied.

“What? A panda?”, she asked.

“No, I’m not delusional, just sarcastic”, I whispered. “I thought you knew me by now”.

“Can we delay that admittance for a couple of days?I have things to sort out. It’s not that easy, you know?”, I said.

“It’s not easy to let go home someone who admitted self-harm intentions, I cannot do it just like that”.

Now I took a deep breath.

I knew how I looked. I knew what was happening tonight, I knew, but I just didn’t want to go…there, again

“Please”, I said. “I’ll be alright, I promise”.

The eternal silence with her looking at me,and looking, and looking…..

“Ok. Let’s do it this way. You have my number. You should have called me yesterday”.

“At midnight?!”. I was confused.

“Yes, at midnight, 3 A.M., whatever. We are changing the rules, starting now”. Her voice was full of anger. Oh, what a supporting feeling.

“You will get here tomorrow, for a checkup”.

“But…it’s Saturday tomorrow!”

“And so what? I will be here!”, she replied with growing impatience.

“Ok, problem, just to avoid that place, I’ll do anything”.

“I will prescribe you another med to the ones you already have. You know you are a complete mess, and we have to start antipsychotic again”.

Oh, joy. Again, a trip to the zombie land.

But I nodded with acceptance. I knew she was totally and completely right about it.

“You’ll start immediately. Go home, take off that panda look, and go to bed. Your cell phone will be by your bed. I will call you in the afternoon, and in the evening”.

Even my mother wouldn’t do something like that. She was never so…compassionate?

“You will?”, I asked perplexed.

“Surely and absolutely. Take a week of the work, take a week for yourself. Don’t answer to the calls, of anyone whom you think will disturb you. Just try to focus on yourself. On yourself!”.

I thought that alien replaced my psych.  This wasn’t her. She was usually cold, distant and totally uninterested.

“What happened to you?”, I asked. “You seem like another person, another psych. I have never met you!”.

She laughed.

“Tina, you are coming here so long, and you haven’t noticed anything? I do care. You problem is that you don’t feel it or see it”.

Yeah right, I thought, but in the same time I asked myself if she was in fact right.

BPD patients are hard to correlate with their doctors, often build a wall around them….I know all of that.

And I started to cry. That was an accomplishment for me. And a relief. I felt that somebody is supporting me. Really supporting me.

“Oh, come on now, it will be alright. The fact you have made it to fight yourself and come here in the morning, that’s a sign of a strength and will. You are strong. You can manage it. I am here. We will get you out of this episode, together. All right?”.

I wanted to hug her, so I did. I never ever did that to any other psych before. I felt like someone took a heavy load of me.

She accepted the hug, I felt it.

Suddenly, the peace and the feeling of hope emerged.

It takes so little to make your patient trust you and cooperate.

It takes so little, my  dear psych docs, for the BPD patient to accept you. It takes just a little of a support and understanding. So little, but so much at the same time.

I felt like floating while exiting her office. I knew someone is watching over me, and will be there. That was a tremendous step forward for me.

So, now I’m peacefull like a baby.

And I didn’t even took my meds yet. I will.

I will follow the rules this time. No rebellion like before, because she gave me what I needed.

This time, she gave me what I needed. Not the meds, but the understanding.

Thank you, my dear doc A.

You saved me from myself, and saved me from the vacation in the happy place of the mental hospital.

So guys, it seems I’ll stick around. Not going on a vacation or a longer trip to the Unknown.

I did it. I managed it, and overcome myself.

I am a strong woman, indeed.

Go to hell, you BPD. I will beat you, I know I will!

Yours truly, Tina.









Dead End



Triggered and thrown into the abyss.

With stupid words. With stupid acts. With stupid people that surround me.


I should have left my cell phone in the sink and pour the water in. To drown it.


I lit up a cigarette.


Smoke vanishes in the air. Just like me. Vanishing.


What do I feel?


Common question. Without an exact answer. All of it. Everything. Oh my, you stupid BPD.

Anger, grief, sorrow. If I could cry (which I just cannot for a long time now), I think I would flood the city.



Instead, I’m sitting empty, alone, looking at the wall.

Smoke in the air.


Me. Wanting only one thing.



This story should finally reach the end.


Perplexed plot, insane characters, twisted turns, unbelievable chapters full of despair.


Smoke in the air.

I took all of my meds, as prescribed. With a touch of more Klonopin to numb me even more. It’s not working, as usual.


If I make it through the night, if I finally get asleep (which I also cannot), I promise myself to see my psych tomorrow.


I feel another couple of days or weeks coming, in the, oh so well-known,  surrounding with white walls and full-time insanity.


If I make it.

Smoke. Vanishing.



“..Laecheln…… sanfte Rueckkehr….
….Traenenlos versinkend……
…..Schau zurueck friedvoll…
….Wenn die Daemmerung erwacht…

……Vieles bleibt vergessen…..
……Verschwommen und zerschellt…..
……An den leichten Momenten…….
……Dem Wellenschlage gleich…….ueberm Meer…”



Lost By My Own Will



I couldn’t resist, it was the full moon, warm summer evening. I sat in the car and drove.
Just drove true the night.


Just drove, to get lost.


Music loud, windows down, feeling of freedom and that special scent of summer night.
Mixture of fresh grass, asphalt, ozone after rain, and gasoline.


Me and my car, one entity, driving and exploring, leaving the world behind.
Thoughts, emotions, blended into one bubble that would never burst.

I stopped by some unknown woods, and there was that meadow, barely seen through the dark.


I knew I’m lost, somewhere, but it was really what I needed.


I left the car, and sat down on the grass, slightly wet from the afternoon rain, just catching the moment,and wishing it would never end. Moon above me, stars, no cloud in the dark skies above me, not even one.


And then, there it came. Two falling meteors, one following the other.

I laughed, echoing in the surrounding silence, and thought about making a wish, but why?
I had everything I needed in that perfect frozen time moment.


Only one thing remained empty. The place beside me.
The person with I could share the moment stolen from time.
No regrets, though.
If it should be empty, then be it.


I leaved all of it, driving back to the familiar roads.
But my mind stayed there, like in the movie that would stay forever imprinted, with no subtitles, no ending, and with no beginning.


Lost Soldier




“When did you know you were lost?” he asked
Sitting beside me
On a sand and shells cracks.

“A longtime ago”, I whispered in his ear
“Maybe even before I was even born”,
“But don’t worry, I don’t even mourn”.

“How’s that?”, his face in wonder
Eyes searching for an answer
In the bluest afternoon of my own flounder.

“Let me tell you a story about a girl gone
Into the World of the Unknown “.

And a story began to speak slowly of a burden
That this girl bear
Words softly flowing in the salty air.

I became a lone soldier
Fully separated from a pack
I am a lone soldier
Learned how to watch my own back.

I am a lone soldier
With my own personality

A soldier that won’t run
One of the few that can use
Only my voice as my gun.

It might just be me in doubt
Why is this World so full of fault.

Head up towards the sky
The ground to my knee’s
I ask him why
I plead and I plead.

I ask him for a sign
When the World will be free
And I’m still looking for the long-lost key.

I am a lone soldier
Fighting my own fight
I am a lone soldier
The word of the pledge to use as my knife.

I am a lone soldier
Trying to do no wrong
Without anyone to whom
I could say farewell and so long.

I am alone, a lost soldier
Knee deep in the sand of dishonesty
Looking for the key

For this World lost in duplicity.

You Were My Favourite Flavour




You had me instantly

At the sweetness of your lips.

You were the spice of my tasteless life

Salty sweat and tears

Through the endless nights.

Bitterness that you brought

After the sweetness had subsided

Hadn’t surprised me


The sour taste of disappointment

Was always the main chorus

Of my life.





Freelancing Community, Or How I Learned My Lesson The Hard Way




I had the weirdest idea in the Universe, to get involved in the Freelancing community and to do some work, as a writer.

Including all the other varieties as a Content writer, Copy-writer, Ghostwriter, you name it, I did it.

Some sites I have floated through are a complete scam, some are worthy of mentioning, and some had left me with back ache from sitting for hours in front of the computer screen and writing and writing..with no results or paid money as well.

Of course, I have done a lot of writing jobs.

The experience had been great with some people I have met as employers, and they are such wonderful persons that I would likely go out and have some coffee with them and chat like friends.

But, there are examples of complete human …no human, excuse me, animal behaviour there, also.

Blackmailing, scammers, frauds, a list incomplete because I cannot find the words how to describe those non-human non-ethic and non-professional entities.

At some moments I felt like a trapped animal with no way out.

And after a long negotiations, harsh words used as well, from both sides, I closed the page with the question mark above my head and feeling little, naive and stupid to the bone.

Fraud again.

Eleven hours of the full work wasted, no money paid, and feedback that this entity provided on my work ruined my reputation right to the botttom!

And all of that happened, because I just refused to be treated like a slave!

There you go Freelancing community!

If you are trying to be a writer-freelancer, never ever think about anyone except of yourself, no matter what they offer or if they even blackmail you.

Keep your dignity, stand for yourself and fight back if necessary!

I learned it in a very hard way, but at least I’ve learned my lesson well.

Crazy Cat Lady Laughing

catattack I have never laughed so hard,  as when I saw this picture. It is an actual call to 911, from the poor family attacked and trapped by-  THE CAT.


As a cat volunteer, cat adopter, cat owner of three fluffy four-legged loves, I cannot imagine this happening!

A large Himalayan cat is a pretty large.

No, they are large, but with a temperament of a fluffy petting ball!


Himalayan cats are known as perfect home cats,with gentle temperament, playful and surely not aggressive:

They are gentle, calm, and sweet-tempered, but they possess a playful side as well.

Like the Siamese, Himalayans love to play fetch, and a scrap of crumpled paper or a kitty toy will entertain them for hours.

Himalayans are devoted and dependent upon their humans for companionship and protection.

They crave affection and love to be petted and groomed“.

Source :





But what the heck could make that cat so angry to do something like this?

I blame it on the owners!


As with dogs, you actually CAN teach a cat certain ways of behaviour, although when they have their moments, nothing will stopping them for example, going into the fridge or biting your toes.

Probably the owners did something that made this fluffy big ball full of love, to transform into a wild panther!


I really hope that the police rescued the terrified family from the Himalayan gone crazy!

Or maybe even the firemen and EMT’s had to intervene, as well.



Tina The Mess, a newbie, has been awarded!

Oh boy!

Can you imagine this?

A newbie girl has been awarded for the Very Inspiring Blog Award!

Is this true?! Yes, it is!

Am I grateful? Happy? Honoured? A little bit confused? Everything and more then that!

Thank you Duniya Ku, for making me extremely cheerful! You made this possible!

THANK YOU is just not enough, so there you go…..

yin yang

….two happy cats giving you a HEART FULL OFF JOY and a BIG THANK YOUUUU!



Accepting the nomination requires me to adhere to 5 rules:

First: thank and link the amazing person who nominated you.  I’ve done that, but here it goes again, dear Duniya Ku, hugs!

Second: list the rules and display the award. Ok, let’s display the award…wait a sec…there it is!


Third: share seven facts about yourself: that’s the last chapter, you’ll have to scroll down for that.

Fourth: nominate 15 other amazing blogs and comment on their posts to let them know they have been nominated: I’m happy to do it!

Fifth: optional – Proudly display the award logo on your blog and follow the blogger who nominated you: of course I will do that.


The “Me Seven Facts”

1. Childishly playful woman, living with an amazing ten-year old son and three happy cats. One big happy family!

2. I volunteer for causes that make me happy and proud: at the cat shelter, for the homeless and those in need. I love to help others. That’s just the way I am.

3. You can call me also a squirrel on a Red Bull, ’cause I’m multitasking every day, and wish that 24 hours can last longer. There’s no time wasted! Always doing something, going somewhere, it’s fun,fun !

4. I love coffee. Coffee. A lots of coffee. And some more coffee, please! And also, with a cup of coffee in my hand, there goes my amazement with sports cars, racing cars, drifting cars…all the stuff women usually adore!

5. I wish to travel to one more place in this life : Tokyo. I have been around the globe, not much, but enough. And Japan, is my next destination!

6. I have no idea how I ended up here in the WP community, except from inspiration that kicked me one day, and there you go! I’m proudly hanging around here with a bunch of amazing people!

7. Except from writing blah-blah’s, I also love photography, and actually have a stash of photos awaiting to be putted…somewhere. Probably here!

And now, my Nominee’s.

There is no order, I will just make a list, without any special preferences, I love them all equally!

1. The Wandering Poet –
2. MyReadAbyss-
3. jandelaforce –
4. RandomlyAbstract’s Blog –
5. Robert Jepson-
6. ivyon-
7. Laura P.Schulman,MD, MA –
8. thewizardsword –
9. AB-
10. prideinmadness-
11. pepeshrimp-
12. Man of many thoughts –
13. Cristian Mihai –
14. chroniclemecom-
15. Opinionated Man –

So, there it is!

I am sorry that I had to choose only 15, because there so many other blogs and bloggers that I really love and follow.

So guys, thank you for sticking and clicking on my blog and my posts!

I enjoy my time here in the WP World and sharing it with all of you!

Tina The Mess, the new girl in town, sends you all a bunch of joy and happy thoughts!