- a set of pan pipes.
- an xylophone with woodworm
- a tramp's harmonica
- a burnt down fence
- a row of condemned houses
- granola crumbs
- toasted almonds
Wednesday, 8 May 2013
Wednesday, 17 April 2013
I don't want to make a promise to myself that I will carry on writing posts, because I can't even keep promises that I make to myself. But... we shall see.
Meanwhile, here's a recent picture of my beautiful girls, just to show that they are growing up!
Wednesday, 25 January 2012
Tuesday, 7 June 2011
Monday, 7 March 2011
I shall be tweeting and facebooking it up big style. On the move. All the freakin' time.
Friday, 18 February 2011
This would be my opening line at a FAM. Food Addict Meeting. And I'd decorate my name badge to look like a burger. To be funny. Then I'd probably get told off for not taking the meeting seriously enough. Pfft.
I think these kind of groups need to exist. Well.. maybe they kind of do. In the form of Weight Watchers classes. All we're missing is the name badges. We all talk about food, how much we love it, how much we eat, how we shouldn't eat so much, how we try to give up the bad food, how we feel bad when we don't.
Meh. I feel like I'm a lifelong member at Weight Watchers. They should give me some kind of prize for being with them for so long. Intermittently, admittedly. I think they should give me gastric band surgery, as a token of their appreciation for me supporting them for so long.
So, when I get my DIY gastric band in the post from Weight Watchers, perhaps I'll find it easier at the gym and get good results like the folk on the Biggest Loser. Perhaps then, I'll be able to lose more than 1lb per week. Perhaps I too, will find that inner voice - that I'll be able to scream like an All Black rugby player before a game. Perhaps I'll find the inner strength to cry and harness my feelings. Perhaps I'll be able to rise above the anger I feel towards everyone around me. Perhaps then I'll be able to not use food as a way of stifling my feelings.
Wait. That's not me - I just enjoy eating. I think I've been watching one too many episodes. (yes - watching them online and on Sky+ IS excessive.) And I perhaps need to realised that watching an episode IS NOT the same as going to the gym myself (it's true, Jill... sadly.)
Wednesday, 26 January 2011
Apart from being HOT and with the nicest legs I’ve seen on a boy, Robbie has some other talents. (Yes – having nice legs is a talent. And he shouldn’t really hide his talents under a bushel, or in this specific case, trousers.)
He’s good at knowing when songs were released, who sang them and what he was doing at the time of their release. It’s infuriating.
He’s good at persuasion. I try to resist his persuasive arguments on any given subject, but end up realising (being duped?) he’s right. Most of the time. Being female, I reserve the right to think that I’m right all the time.
He’s very good at providing the better side of his gene pool (I say better side, cos thankfully my kids haven’t been cursed with bad eyesight or a love/obsession with football.. or any other sports for that matter). I have cute kids which I suppose I have to give him 50% credit for. So, well done to him for that. I guess it must have been very tricky for him to do.
But this other talent shines above the rest right now. I even took photographic evidence…
When Robbie cleans, he really CLEANS. I love it!
Look in the first photograph at the placing of the shampoo bottles. Arranged by height and colour. Taller ones at the back, green ones on the left.. Nice touch.
Look at the second picture. The girls’ bubble baths and shower gels are lined up and faced up. (A little retail term for ya there – where all the labels are facing out the way. )
Even Makka Pakka is perched in the corner in such a way so that he can survey the whole bathroom (that Rob had cleaned from top to bottom).
All I need now is to try and convince him to clean the bathroom while wearing shorts..