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Lizzie's Pad...A space in time to view the space in my mind... 10月31日 Happy Halloween to AllSpooks
by Sandra Liatsos There's a goblin at my window,
A monster by my door. The pumpkin at my table Keeps on smiling more and more. There's a ghost who haunts my bedroom, A witch whose face is green. They used to be my family, Till they dressed for Halloween. Spider pic created using S C R I B B L E R - a free online program that's quite fun!
Have a fun and safe Halloween, everyone. Even though it's a school night, the kids have requested a couple of scary movies - fingers crossed they aren't too grumpy in the morning! 10月27日 Another Birthday Come and GawnYesterday was my 36th birthday and I finally got the router for my new computer. Of course, I can't use it until the account is activated, but soon I shall be able to whizz through the space that is the internet at great speeds - or so I hope! The kiddoes got me a buddha picture, which was lovingly wrapped in mouse christmas paper and H had written on it that I only had a couple of years left to live - which was nice!
KT had invited his family over so we decided on making up some snack foods for tea. We put some potatoes in to bake and H made her first ever quiche but "wefoosed" to take credit for it, even when people were saying it was obviously shop bought pastry and I told them she'd made it earlier. Seriously, what do I need to do to get her and S not to be so self conscious!? J made a marinade for ribby things and cooked those (they were fabulous!), KT cooked rice and I made up a pasta salad. It all went down well and everyone seemed to get well stuffed.
KT asked me this morning if I had enjoyed it and I had but then it made me realise that it was the first gathering I'd had for my birthday since I was 15 and I had to share that time with my little sister's 3rd birthday and that before then the last time I had a party of sorts I was 7. I wonder if this is why I like to make an effort with the kiddoes? 10月31日 Horror Movie Survival GuideIf the house you're living in tells you to "GO AWAY", do so immediately.
Never take a bath or shower with a maniac/spirit/demon/creature in the house.
When it appears that you have killed the maniac/spirit/demon/creature, DO NOT check to see if he/she/it is really dead. Keep hacking at it until it is in pieces small enough not to be a threat to you. If you've shot at it, shoot it again in the head, and remember, shoot till it stops moving, and then keep shooting till you're out of ammo. Then reload and shoot it some more. Then set it on fire and burn it up, this works with everything except demons and spirits. Then get the hell out of there!
If plumbing fixtures or other structures in your home begin shaking and spewing body fluids, it's time to leave.
Never read aloud from a book that summons demons. Even as a joke.
Don't look under the bed.
Do not search the basement, especially if the power has just gone out.
If trees, TVs, or other objects try to consume your children, save as many as you can and then get the hell out of the area.
If relatives or pets come back from the dead, don't approach them and ask "What did you come back to do?"
If inanimate objects such as dolls, toys, or furniture attack you, be prudent, leave the area.
If you've hidden from the maniac/spirit/demon/creature and you are not found, do not peek from or decide it's safe to leave your hiding place. If you do decide to leave, scan the ground for twigs before you take a step.
Never believe that your companion has truly become "dispossessed."
It is very, very dangerous to back into, or through rooms.
If your children speak to you in Latin or any other language which they do not know, or if they speak to you using a voice which is other than their own, shoot them immediately. It will save you a lot of grief in the long run. (Note: It will probably take several rounds of gunfire to incapacitate them, so be prepared.)
When you have the benefit of numbers, never, ever, pair off, or go in alone. The more people the maniac/spirit/demon/creature is distracted by, the better "your" chance of escape.
Never get into a car without first checking the back seat for occupants.
If demons begin possessing your companions, it's a good idea to leave the area as soon, and as quickly as possible.
If your companions start turning up dead, make yourself scarce before someone else does it for you. Worry about funerals later.
If you've just finished running over the maniac/spirit/demon/creature in your car, keep going. Most certainly do not get out of the car under any circumstances to see if he/she/it is "really" dead.
As a general rule, don't try to solve puzzles that open portals to Hell.
Don't fall asleep if you have a history of homicidal/suicidal nightmares.
Never stand in, on, above, below, beside, or near a grave, tomb, crypt, mausoleum, etc.
Never stand in, on, above, below, beside or near a window, especially those that appear that they would break easily.
If you find something that appears to be alive that you cannot identify, don't pick it up or touch it, with anything.
If you're searching for something which caused a noise and find out that it's just the cat, leave the room immediately or else you will quickly die.
If someone is in the water and starts screaming and is pulled under, Don't go after them or peek over the edge of the shore "to see what's wrong." If you are in a boat, head for shore.
If appliances start operating by themselves, you are in danger.
Do not accept/take anything from the dead.
If priests won't or can't enter your home, start looking for a new home.
If you discover the place you are visiting is known for its history of mass murders, deaths, freak accidents, or supernatural occurrences, leave.
If you wake up from a particularly horrific dream and find yourself still alive, you probably aren't awake yet.
If you find a town which looks deserted, it is probably deserted for a damn good reason. Take the hint and stay away.
Don't play with ouija boards. If you do and the ouija board starts moving by itself, stop playing and leave.
If supernatural beings start calling your name, leave the area immediately.
Never pick up a hitchhiker or stop to aid a suspicious person, especially if he/she/it resembles Santa Claus or Satan.
Don't fool with recombinant DNA technology unless you're really sure you know what you are doing.
Make sure that your weapon is really loaded before you try to use it.
If your space ship gets a alien distress signal from what appears to be a dead planet, don't stop to check it out.
Never put your back to, or lean on a door.
Never take the dare to spend a night in a haunted house.
Never speak to clowns in sewers.
Never accept gifts from strangers, especially if you suspect that they are really supernatural beings.
If you're running from the maniac/spirit/demon/creature, expect to trip and/or fall down at least twice, more if you are female. Do not turn to look back, if you do, you stand a good chance of tripping immediately and being killed. If you turn and look back, and you don't see the maniac/spirit/demon/creature chasing you, stop and run immediately back the way you came because the maniac/spirit/demon/creature is now in front of you.
If your companions exhibit uncharacteristic behavior such as hissing, biting, thirst for blood, howling, glowing eyes, unnatural hairiness, marked resemblance to demons, excretion of ectoplasm or other forms of gelatinous goo, flaming appendages, extra appendages, etc., get as far away from them as possible.
Listen closely to the soundtrack for hints on what is going on around you. Use all resources available, especially the audience, for on the average, they are much, much more intelligent than you could ever hope to be.
Stay away from certain geographical locations, some of which are listed here: Amityville, Elm Street, Crystal Lake, Transylvania, Nilbog (God help you if you recognize this one), Mydian, Questa Verde, the Bermuda Triangle, or any small town in Maine.
Beware of transvestite doctors that sing.
Avoid secluded mountain resorts, especially those which keep 'Redrum' in stock.
Beware of strangers bearing tools of destruction such as chainsaws, staple guns, chipper/shredders, weed poppers, combines, lawnmowers, knives, flamethrowers, band saws, crossbows, napalm, grenades, high-powered rifles, gophers wielding axes, laser pistols, or Alludium Q-36 explosive space modulators.
If you're going to shoot something, in the immortal words of Robert Ruark, african game hunter, "USE ENOUGH GUN."
If entering your craft you put your hand in a kind of sticky/slimy/resinous kind of substance that was not there before, turn and run immediately.
If you are in the Arctic and find an alien frozen in ice, don't touch it, don't thaw it out, leave it alone. The alien should be incinerated with thermite (or preferably a thermonuclear weapon), otherwise if it thaws out, it will kill you and every living thing on Earth.
If you are alone in a house and something calls your name, leave the house immediately through whatever exit is in the opposite direction.
If there is no exit, make one. 10月6日 Mercy DashMuch belated posting (grrr at Space Slowness!)
H forgot her school bag this morning - how on Earth she managed to cycle the whole way to school without realising the darned thing wasn't wobbling about on her back, I will never know. It resulted in me getting a phone call from school to say that she was quite distressed and could I bring it in, please?
I had to call KT for help, which I wasn't sure I would get after the weekend of bitching and fighting (btw, it wasn't a good weekend). He promised he'd come as soon as he could and sure as his word, he came quite quickly. I was kinda surprised at how fast he arrived; after all I had woken him up, which meant he was still in bed, which meant he wasn't dressed, which meant a long, long wait. All was revealed - or not as the case may be - when I got into the van to discover he was sitting behind the wheel with a towel wrapped round his nethers. I think he was feeling a little sensitive about it, after all, he only mentioned it about thirty or forty times, mostly by muttering about breaking down, or accidentally crashing into the car in front. I thought I would cheer him up by making up the headlines...
PERVERT SMASHED INTO ME WEARING NOTHING BUT A TOWEL - I wasn't even in my car, complained Mrs Doogood, 43.
NAKED CIVIL SERVANT MADE ME PICK HIM UP - the terrifying tale of a breakdown driver.
You know... that kind of thing *insert evil grin here*.
Anyhow, I think the worst part of it all for him was being parked outside the girls' High School. He asked me to hurry, and for fears of having to explain what he was doing to the local beat bobby, I did my best.
On the way back, he glanced at the corner shop and mentioned that he'd thought of getting me to pop in and get him some 'fizz'. 'There are two reasons why I didn't', he hissed. 'Can you guess what they are?'
Our dentist has told him he has to cut down on cola and the such as it was destroying his tooth enamel, so obviously, that was a cinch for the first reason. 'You're not allowed?', I ventured.
'That's one', he said.
I put on a sweet smile and tried for 2/2. 'Because you're not sure I brought my purse out with me?'
'I'll give you a clue', he said. 'The initials are... I'M WEARING A FOOFING TOWEL!'
Oh, how we laughed!
Apparently, when he got home, his next door neighbour was outside valeting his car, so KT got to spend some time being all neighbourly and chatting about the neighbour's new car, all whilst still dressed in a towel *WEG* National Poetry Day 2006Yesterday was National Poetry Day and the theme for 2006 was 'Identity'. I'm not a great poet by any means, but I do write some, usually short, quick ones. I'm one of those people who doesn't always make my poems rhyme but when I do it usually rhymes the way that I talk, with my accent, so it usually makes no sense to other people! Anyhow, here's my offering for NPD2006.
-Identity-
When I'm alone, I guess I'm me
But I'm quite the hermit When no-one can see. I hide away Like a snail in my shell I cringe at the sound of the phone and the mail. When I'm with you, I come alive;
My eyes start to sparkle, My smile grows wide. My mind is jumping As we joke and play, I'm never short of something to say. So which of these people is really me? Am I the hermit? Or the person you see? 9月27日 Interfering Old GranniesPeople really do make me wonder sometimes...
We got up nice and early so we could pop along to the sunday market; unfortunately, there appeared to be three or four coaches parked around the corner somewhere as the place was heaving with old dears. Now I don't have a problem with the older generation in particular. I do however have a problem with any that do the following:
It's a member of the last group that encouraged this post. We took three times longer to work our way round the market due to the unseen coaches and their passengers - it seemed all the pensioners in Suffolk were at the market on Sunday. I was so ready to go home and get a late breakfast before heading off for a family do and as there were so many people about I started opening the van door as soon as we got close enough to do so in order that I could get the ramp out at the first available opportunity. A really doddery old bloke and an old woman were walking past the van as I opened the door and they carried on walking past it as it opened, but had a really good nose into the van as the door slid slowly open. They carried on past the van, and I started to get the ramp out but had to stop when the woman walked back, stuck her head inside the van, and had an even bigger snout than before. She then walked to the back of the van, lifted her foot and placing it on the door, kicked it with all her might. As it's on a chain and all remote controlled, all this did was make the bottom of the door lift up and almost come off it's chain. We were incredulous and I know that my mouth opened in a big 'Oh-My-Gawd-What-Does-She-Think-She's-Doing?'. Not satisfied that it hadn't closed, she went to have another go at it. I was close enough by now to run up to her and just shouted 'Excuseeee me!' at her. She went into deaf mode and I fair enough screamed 'No!' at her. Her foot dropped and she looked up at me and said she was just closing the door. Her foot went up again. 'Excuse me but No!', I yelled at her. She stopped and looked around. 'This is our van and we opened the door', I said. I was incredibly mad at her. 'Oh', she said. 'I saw the door was open and thought I would shut it'. No, I thought, you watched it open, we watched you. Anyhow, to cut this story short, she walked off, quite happy in the thought that she'd done us a favour, whilst I fumed at the potential cost of fixing the door had it come off the chain. We have to go to Hemel Hempstead to get repairs on the van, not cheap in itself, and even if it was a 'freebie' fix, it would still have cost an outrageous amount in labour. We all piled in and drove past her and her companion - she was stood at the side of the road, smiling at us and waving regally in our direction... Please, please, please - if anyone ever sees me when I am old and grey, and I am turning into a busy body - kill me. 9月26日 Old For New?King Edmund - will our old patron saint be reinstated?
Mark Murphy of BBC Radio Suffolk this morning started off a fresh campaign to replace St George, our current patron saint, with St Edmund, our old one ( I say fresh as there are already at least three campaigns I know of that are already trying to do this). Whilst Mr Murphy's remarks during the early part of his show were somewhat flippant in nature (he enthused, "we could have a day off for Christmas shopping!)
I think that in theory, the idea of having a patron saint the English will back in the same way as the other countries of the UK do with theirs is pretty sound. I can't help but think though, that the problem doesn't necessarily lie with St George as our saint. On the whole, English people can be a pretty apathetic bunch. There are countless examples of this in evidence and as I am not interested in stirring pots, I shant go into that, but the point is, how many everyday, run-of-the-mill English people will get out the bunting and the flag of St George on April 23rd and party? Very few. In fact, the only person I have ever known to make a special deal of it every single year is a pub landlord in Gold Street, Northampton who isn't even English. He's so patriotic he has St George cross bunting flying all year round and decorates even more on St George's day, the Queen's birthday, for the cricket, for the World Cup etc. and he even leaves bowls of sweets out for passing kids on a table with more bunting on it.
This isn't the first time someone has wanted to replace St George. In the past year, a local man wrote to His Holiness Pope Benedict XVI and asked that he replace St George with King Arthur as he was more English. Personally, I haven't heard anymore of that tale, and I doubt the letter writer has either.
So, St Edmund: who was he? He was one of the kings of East Anglia in the 9th century, born around 840 AD and martyred on the 20th November, 870 AD. Early (so probably more reliable - remember those History lessons with primary and secondary sources of data) accounts say he was descended from the previous kings of East Anglia , though in later legends it's claimed he was born to a King Alcmund of Nuremburg. He was crowned in 855 AD, at age 15 and was purported to be a model ruler, ready to treat all with equal justice and closing out those who would flatter him. In 870AD he fought a battle against Danish invaders but was captured by them and killed. One account (courtesy of Wikipedia) states:
"When Hingwar (Ivar) came, Edmund the king stood within his hall, mindfull of the Saviour, and threw away his weapons, desiring to imitate Christ, who forbade Peter to fight with weapons against the...Jews. Then those wicked men bound Edmund and shamefully insulted him and beat him with clubs, and afterwards they led the faithful king to an earth-fast tree and tied him to it with hard bonds, and afterwards scourged him a long while with whips, and among the blows he was always calling the true faith of Jesus Christ. Then the heathen were madly angry because of his faith, because he called upon Christ to help him. They shot at him with javelins as if for their amusement, until he was all beset with their shots, as with a porcupine's bristles, even as Sebastian was. When Hingwar, the wicked seaman, saw that the noble king would not deny Christ, but with steadfast faith ever called upon Him, he commanded men to behead him, and the heathen did so. For while he was yet calling upon Christ, the heathen drew away the saint to slay him, and struck off his head with a single blow, and his soul departed joyfully to Christ. There was a certain man at hand, whom God was hiding from the heathen, who heard all this and told it afterward just as we tell it here."
It is generally accepted that he was shot with arrows until his body could hold no more and that he was beheaded, though one legend reports that his head was hidden in the forest by the Danes so that his spirit couldn't rest but that it was rescued by a wolf who called to Edmund's followers so that they could bring head and body together again. The legend goes on to say that the head miraculously reattached to the body, leaving only a faint red line.
If this new campaign works, we would have to consider a new flag. Two possibilties are below. The flag on the top depicts Edmund's crown and the arrows he was shot with whilst the one on the bottom features the Anglo Saxon White Lion, which incidentally was the original flag of England before St George become our patron saint.
Stick with a flag that has a touch of familiarity to it?
...or go for something fierce, old style, but still strong on the old red and white?
9月23日 It's Officially Autumn...as from some unearthly hour this morning. I love Autumn and it isn't just because my birthday is next month... though I have always said I am a true Autumn baby. I love the colours, the smells, the fact I don't sneeze so much (goodbye pollen allergies!), the crispness, bonfires, the distinct lack of tourists on the beach. It's shuffling through a glut of fallen leaves and it's feeling my hair shift lightly on the breeze. I love the traditions we have as a family in this season and I love how, for the first part of it at least, things seem to slow down. I am not so keen on the mad rush that begins as we head into the last 5 weeks or so before Christmas, but as I've already started my Christmas shopping (back in May actually; gotta spread the cost somehow) I feel grand that I wont get caught up in all that. Dance Class QuoteThe girls and Nic are currently in Ipswich trying out a dance class. H, in her usual optimistic fashion, this morning announced
'It better not be cr*p 'cause I've got my best socks on for it' Update on the HamsterJust a quick report for my nosiness in later years. Hamster was moved into the HDU yesterday and their are reports that he's lucid (apparently he asked Clarkson what happened), he can smile (fabulous :oD) and has taken some steps - the man's nothing short of a lil miracle. Reborn Beach, Reborn ResolveThe twins have been given keys and want sponsibirilies , but we can't seem to time 'being out' just right. If we get home just before them - we didn't make the effort for them to have a chance at being responsible. If we get home at the same time, (grrr!) we have to let them use the key. Even getting home after them it has to be of at least ten minutes or we're checking up on them. So this is why, on Wednesday, KT and I were driving about town in a pretty nonchalant fashion, waiting for 4.15 to come and go so we could go home. we ended up down at the part of the beach near where we used to live and it was such a beautiful late afternoon that we decided to go and drag the kids down there too. The rocks that were unceremoniously dumped down onto the beach to stop the prom disappearing into the sea have been placed against the wall properly now and some have been made into mini groynes. Even the scaffolding stairs, where the twins and Nic sat to try and get wet bottoms on the twins' birthday has had a tiny makeover - the scaffolding plank floor now has rope tying it down, which means that the sea can no longer punch them up.
The girls wanted me to go down on the beach. Me. Who is a little askeered of heights. After some gentle persuasion and to quieten the guffaws coming from KT, I decided to venture out onto the platform. Instantly a wave of nausea hit me and my head span slightly, but holding galantly (it still is galantly if your knuckles are white - right?) to the ice cold rail, I inched my way to the end of the platform. Ignoring the cold tight fear at the base of my neck I peered over the edge and tried to make myself imagine that as it was all sand where I was looking, it wasn't as high as it was, but I knew better. I turned slowly to KT, my hair blowing into my face and blinding me slightly (a subtle relief - I wouldn't be able to see where I was plummeting if it happened) and discovered the girls had made their way onto the platform too. H bounced up and down and offered me her hand to take me down the steps. Steps?! Now I am older and freak out with heights, I can surely understand how freaked my mother used to get when I did the things I used to. I don't know what switched on my fear of heights (mostly, it has to be said, it's being on things that could be unstable that make me unhappy) in my late teens, but I have an inkling it was plain old Karma.
So, back to the stairs. I am one of those people that like to try and face my fears. I don't have many, so to be able to conquer them would be great. I told H thanks, but I needed both my hands if I was going to get down on the beach. The sweetheart she (can be) is, she walked just ahead of me at all times, in exactly the same way as I used to with them when they were scared of escalators. How the heck she thought she'd be able to catch me if I fell is beyond me, but it was a heartfelt gesture anyway. This time both hands got to white knuckle as I made my way down one torturous step after another. Being able to see the beach through the gaps was not a great thing for me, I have to say - I never have liked open steps. To cut a long story short (and it did seem like a blooming long time getting down there) I got onto the beach and after a brief moment of remembering that I no longer had to chant 'omgomgomg' I stood and looked up at KT. Looking up that way made him look terribly small and I could almost imagine I had gone down at least three times as many steps, but I reasoned, it was just my mind playing tricks. A few years ago, this part of beach was five foot higher than it is now and I thought nothing of getting down there and making the kids into sand mermaids or going to the water's edge and seeing who could pelt a stone the furthest. We spent a while down there together before I made a much faster trip back up the steps (and to the loo :oS) whilst the kiddoes had races up and down the beach. Now tourist season is over, I think it's about time I got some metaphorical cojones and got back down there and played with the kids some more. 9月21日 Get Well Soon, HamsterThere aren't many people in the public eye that I feel are 100% down to earth. One of the most loveable of those that are is Richard Hammond, AKA The Hamster, a lil guy you could fit in your pocket he's just so wee and so cute. One of the jester presenters of Top Gear and a former presenter of Brainiac: Science Abuse, he never fails to make us grin, smile, aww as his face lights up on Top Gear whilst driving a new toy or whilst blowing up a caravan on Brainiac. Even whilst riding (driving is impossible) fire extinguisher powered wheelchairs, you still can't help but think what a great role-model he is to our kids. He comes across as a totally genuine, caring guy, in fact in more ways than one, he's a bit of a Top Bloke.
Yesterday he was trying to unofficially break the British Land Speed record for the new series of Top Gear when on the final run one of the parachutes on the jet powered car he was driving, believed by many to be a Vampire Dragster, deployed and sent him tumbling out of control at around 300mph.
The Vampire Dragster He was airlifted to Leeds General Infirmary and placed in their neurological unit where it's been confirmed he has had a scan. His condition has improved overnight from serious to stable - here's hoping he continues to get better - telly just wouldn't be the same without him.
The Hamster himself
click image to go view a Top Gear snippet featuring him at You Tube
Update: Condition as of 18:00 is that he is "serious but stable". It has been confirmed that he has
"significant brain injury" but the hospital is "reasonably optimistic he will make a good recovery"
9月20日 IIIIIIII'm Wicked and I'm LaaaaaaazyI truly am, you know. Part of it is down to the fact that MSN Spaces is still so blooming slow to do anything with and having to beg and whine at my gerbil powered pc from the Year Dot to please-don't-die-just-yet, is really no help. I have a lovely list made up in Excel, with all my fave links in it, all sorted into various categories and subcategories, and all with name, URL and a brief description. I really should start adding them here sometime, but I know each time I add something I will have to wait anything from 3-10 minutes to be able to add the next. Maybe this means I am more of a masochist to actually still use Spaces, after all, I have tried other blogs.
Still, I like the look of Spaces and I really cannot justify spending out money on a proper website right now, so Spaces it is. Having a quick stalk around some old Spacer sites, I noticed that Melissa has got the Friends module activated. There are all these new things to add and look at and I can't do anything with them yet (well I could, but I would probably drive myself completely nuts in the waiting period) - so I can use that as another excuse for not updating when I think I should. Ooh and OuchLast Tuesday the girls got invested at scouts. It was a low key affair, conducted by Mark at the end of the night as one of his first duties as the new scout leader. He was obviously nervous as he asked for the first investee to be brought forward and as he fumbled along it was obvious (partly because he stopped midway and with an incredibly red face, said so) that he'd forgotten the Scout Promise - he ended up having to read it from a poster on the wall. The scouts obviously thought this was hilarious and one went so far as to use a sheet of paper to cover up said poster, much to the chagrin of Martin (the old SL) who told him off in no uncertain terms. By the third child, Mark had almost got the hang of it and so the three new scouts posed for photos. I have to say, my camera really does not like any kind of night time or artificial lighting, but a tweak here and there usually sorts the photos out once they are on the computer. The kids are all supposed to sew on their own badges and being the meanie that I am, I made the girls do theirs. A big problem was that we didn't have the right shade of green for the troop badge and it was a bit of a bodge job finding it - thank goodness for cheap travel sewing kits and their reliability in having weird shades of cotton! As the girls had only done a minute amount of sewing before, it took them rather longer to sew all their new badges on than anticipated, which was why I ended up finishing off two half done badges last night, in a little bit of a rush and how I managed to jam a needle into my thumb down to my knuckle bone when KT blared the horn for the girls to get a move on. I can heartily recommend not doing this as it is quite, quite painful... they did look awfully smart though. 9月19日 International What Day?!In honour o' today bein' International Talk Like A Pirate Day, I be havin' dug around an' found some sites t' help th' most unseaworthy o' ye t' speak Sea dog.
Ya lily livered swabbie! 9月18日 The UK... 7Britain once spent eleven years as a republic. This was from when King Charles I was executed in 1649 until the monarchy was restored in 1660.
Me... 7I really don't like wearing shoes. Much of my childhood was spent wandering around barefoot and as a result my feet are covered in little scars from stepping on the odd bit of glass etc..
It's also made my feet spread out, so with my very stylishly hairy toes (if I haven't been bothered to attack them with a rusty blade that is) I have Hobbit feet.
9月9日 Moving Onwards...September is here and all my kids are busy once again. AJ is working with his cousin as a painter and decorator and is really loving it. The others are back at school and the twins especially seem to have enjoyed their return to school. They had been feeling a little trepidation at going to high school, but they have found their rhythm quickly and I have high hopes that they will stay happy there.
A plus point is that during the holidays they had some trouble with a child local to where we moved to. They were chased, had verbal abuse flung at them, one of the children they'd made friends with had something thrown at her etc.. I am not putting specific details on here 'just in case' it gets read by said child. Anyway, the twins and their friends were upset on more than one occassion by this child and their friends and although myself and another parent tried finding them, we had no idea who they were. Until now. One of the twins recognised them at school and I now have a name - always good when you want to ask the police about stopping someone harrassing your children!
The fact that even my youngest children are now at high school and one has left school altogether has left me wondering if I should start to feel old yet. Well I don't, mentally. Physically I am aware of the wrinkles around my eyes deepening and I even found a grey hair in one of my eyebrows (why there first!). Yes, I need a lot more sleep than I did a few years ago. I am more than aware of the fact that if I get woken up I am as grumpy as sin for much of the rest of day. I am heading towards getting old and slightly doddery, but hopefully I will stay young of heart forever :o) 9月4日 Back To BloglamI have been a bad blogger.
I could use the excuse that we've had a whole Summer to contend with and that with the kids outta school we've been out and about and doing soooo much that I haven't had the time. It wouldn't be entirely true though.
This Summer has sucked weather wise. The start of it was too hot to do anything, everyone except for KT melting in the heat and my oscillating fans on full blast almost 24/7. I've always gotten too hot, too quickly and I inwardly laugh at the fools rushing through town in thick puffer jackets whilst I saunter along in my t-shirt. Cold? What?
I was supposed to have a repeat blood test some months ago to see if my thermostat is broken because I have *goes to check Google, because I have the brain power of a flea at the moment* a thyroid gland disorder. Last time I was checked for many things as possibles and the only result that came back to watch was the thyroid one. Apparently I am one whole point away from having whichever one the doctor was whittling on about (it was three months ago, and it was only a possible and not life threatening so it's hardly going to matter I guess) but I got distracted...
As I have now... from the end of the first week of July it's been alternating between being chill and extra chill and damp and pegging it down. Having very little in the way of spare funds (the twins' new school uniform is majorly expensive) we couldn't go out much, but the girls did get to spend a week getting mucky at schout camp and then a week looking after small children and babies when we went visiting in Northampton, which was enjoyed muchly by them both, so it's not as if they haven't got to do anything fun at all. Hey! They even got to load the van up for scout camp on their birthday!
So what is the 'real' excuse for not blogging? I have neglected my Space and all the little anecdotes of my days have been getting shoved aside as I feed my Runescape habit with clicks of my mouse pen. I'm sitting here now, typing away and my hand is almost twitching, wanting to reach out for the mouse and load Runescape up - but I am going to be brave and leave it be for a little while at least. I've got expensive school uniform, times two, to label clearly.
7月21日 You Never Know Til You TryKT came to pick me up from a sketching session outside the Alex on Wednesday and we spent a little time sitting in the sun together. I've managed to burn my back again (whoopee!) and I think the heat affected him a little too. I decided I fancied an ice cream, so we stopped off at The Little Ice Cream Co so I could see what they had in. They make all their own ice cream, the ingredients are mostly locally sourced and you never know what flavour is in on any given day. Wednesdat I decided on giving Lavender Ice Cream a go - it was really quite delish - apart from the delicate Lavender scented burps I then had for the next few hours! 7月17日 Quick, Quick, SlowwwwYou know, there are people in this world who are completely in their own little worlds, until that is, they think that they might miss out on something if they don't get somewhere first. A prime example is the driver who will race out of a side road, narrowly missing you, only turn into the next road. The ones of these who do not make the next turn are equally likely to toodle down the road at no more than 20 mph.
The girls had a sleep-over on Friday night so we decided to make the most of our time together and go and see a flick. We left nice and early (if you can call 9.15pm early that is) with the intention of stopping off at Sainsburys to get some chocs and a couple of bottles of pop to take in with us. KT got me to grab a takeaway-in-a-box for when we came home and he carried the snacks. There weren't many tills open at that time of night and they were all quite busy, all except for one checkout near the end. We headed for it, and as we neared it, a couple in their 40's came round the corner with a fully loaded trolley. They took one look at us (me with my little yellow box and KT with some chocs and two bottles of drink - obviously, they would take ages to go through the till) and literally ran to the checkout. We were a little shocked that anyone would be so eager to get to a till that they would run like that, but we got in line behind them and waited to put our shopping on the belt. They were another example of the rush-and-then-go-slow-people. They filled the conveyor belt as slowly as anyone possibly could, so we spent the time we had to wait by making loud comments that were indirectly levelled at this couple and which made the till operators on our line and the next one, plus the next one's queue of shoppers giggle. Maybe not very mature, but then neither was their behaviour. The guy of the couple kept catching my eye and I kept sending him what I hoped were scathing glares; they seemed to work as he looked at his shoes each time.
The best bit for us, the bit that made us not really care that they'd been so rude, was that we even managed to get out of the shop and into our car before them, so they may have made us later to the cinema than we would have been, but we still managed to get out of the car park before them - so did they even manage to make a point? I don't think so ;o) 7月12日 Sometimes...There is nothing better than sitting with your best mate down the View Point, in the wind and playing song association games whilst the waves and the new day rolls in. Gel! Gel! Oh Gel!Yesterday the girls partook in the school play. Everyone in Years 5 and 6 gets a part, even if it's just in the choir. Jess got to be Liz, a girl gang member and Hannah played Mrs Fletcher, the refreshment lady. KT and I went to the afternoon performance and not only were we early!! but there were only three other people in the queue and they got there at the same time as us. This phenonmenon is completely unheard of - I think KT has been taken over by aliens.
Anyhow, I digress. The play went brilliantly: the kids sang with gusto, words were said nice and clearly in most cases, only a few people forgot their lines and it got a great reception. We absolutely loved the performance - especially the attitude of the little gang member (though the same attitude at home usually results in a loss of her bike!) and the stiff upper lip-ness of Mrs Fletcher when the theatre got trashed.
Apparently for the evening performance Hannah had to stand up at the end by herself and got the loudest and longest reception - and we missed it! 7月10日 We're All Goofy Goobers, Yeah!About 14 months ago, KT bought a whiteboard so that we could better co-ordinate events between our two households. It's been fabulous fun, drawing, playing word and picture games and making sure we all know what happens when and where we should be. That is, until it came to cleaning anything off of it.
We've rubbed, scrubbed, used all kinds of cleaning things on the darned thing but to no avail. It was a right begger and I kept meaning to go and get some whiteboard cleaner as there were always shadows of past writings left. Over the winter months, the heater on the wall below the board made a corner of it wrinkle and I told KT I would try to peel it off in one piece so we could use what was underneath with Post-It notes and magnets - obviously, we thought, the area under the wipe off bit wouldn't be able to cope with being drawn on. KT even considered turning the whole thing round and using the aluminium side - but I personally thought it would look too fussy.
We're all full off good ideas and intentions and they all end up getting pushed aside for other things. So Saturday morning, when the wrinkles caught my eye again, I decided to try peeling off the film then and there. Imagine our surprise (we were all in the bedroom) when the film came smoothly off in one piece and underneath we found a brand-spanking-new-never-before-used-whiteboard.
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