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So Why Can’t She Remember to Turn Off Her Bedroom Light?
The other day, as I was loading up the dishwasher I noticed Pea gazing at me thoughtfully. “Mummy…” she began. I put the last plate in the drawer and turned to listen to her. She had “the look” on her face – the one she wears when she has contemplating something and I was curious to know where this conversation would take us – we’ve had some doozies lately. “Mummy”, she continued, “I was watching TV and it said that Fairy Platinum cleans your dishes to make them shine and it even cleans the hidden bits on the inside.” I stared at her blankly. What the…? She continued: “Mummy, do…
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My Life Stories…such as they are
Everyone has those stories that you tell over and over, some which you love to tell…and some which you wish no one would ever, EVER bring up again. Ever. I will admit, I must be a perfectly boring person, because I have LOADS of these stories to recount about my friends (where I was an observer)….but me? I can’t seem to remember anything actually memorable. Ok, none that are memorably funny. No falling – repeatedly, dependably, frequently – off of bar stools (hey, Jim! :waves:) or peeing on my white cowboy boots in the parking lot of the local fun days (that would be Christie) or flirting so long with…
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A dog of a day
I’m going to write about something pointless and only mildly annoying, because i have more annoying things…um…annoying me, and i am trying not to think of them, lest my head explodes. Or something. This is my back garden. (There isn’t much “garden” to our garden, true.)On the other side of those hedges, there are sheep fields. Macy is quite interested in sheep. The Hubs thought that maybe she’d get, erm, de-sensitized by seeing (hearing, smelling) all those sheep every day. *snort* in reality, she has become obsessed. This is what she sees through the fence. (ok. Shitty choice of pictures, but there ARE sheep in it. Squint. Work with me…
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In Which I Answer a Question (and Thusly Prove I Shouldn’t Vlog)
I will admit, I am pretty awed by the bloggers out there who produce really fun content via VLOGGING. Jenny on the Spot, June Cleaver Nirvana, Mommy Words – I don’t know where to start – they rock at vlogging. Not only that, but they’re successful at it. YouTube is a fantastic platform that can even bring in money if you do it successfully (result!) but I just haven’t got the knack for it. No doubt I can Visit websites that give me tips on how to vlog and grow on the platform, but it just seems like a whole other World away from blogging! I will also admit that…
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Ali Baba and the Absentee Blogger
Despite my intent to blog on a more regular basis, sometimes life gets in the way. Last week, that roadblock took the form of a pantomime. I’m was a nervous wreck, mostly because I’m really struggled with my lines. While I realize that one aspect of the “panto” (as it is casually referred to here – I know my friends back home that sitting confused, picturing white-faced French guys pretending to be stuck in a box) is that there is always quite a bit of ad-libbing on the night of the performance — that doesn’t sit well with a Type-A perfectionist such as I. I also panicked because the second…
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Make Me Laugh Monday – Oh, the Things These Eyes Have Seen
I realize that some Europeans may well consider that Americans are….prudes when it comes to swimwear and/or nudity. Let me tell you, given what I have seen today, this is NOT a bad thing. I would have appreciated a shared sentiment of prudishness when I saw the 60+ nana poolside…topless. Or the very, very, VERY rotund gentleman wearing a very, very, VERY small swimming costume. Lying on the beach, legs spread-eagle, propped up on rocks, arms crossed behind his head. *shudders* I do not have pictures. That may have damaged my camera. I’ve seen a lot of grannies in bikinis today. Power to them, girlfriends…. The upside of all of…
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I Know Its Only Tuesday…but it Feels Like A Week Of Mondays
Today was, quite simply put, a mess. I managed to walk the dog and go to the gym before getting a call from the school asking me to come in and bring Boo some painkiller for his tooth. I took one look at him, and brought him home – he looked miserable. And when the sobbing started, I mad-dialed the dentist, and begged for them to see him. Lucky for me, they had a cancellation. In 30 minutes. The drive to the dentist is 45. Nothing like driving in desperation to make the anxiety meter creep up just a little bit. Actually, you could chalk up the past week to…
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Education and the Interwebz – the Ugly
I don’t know whether to be shocked at the gall of this – or the utter stupidity. Because, you know, all the best writers hang out on Craigslist.