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Top Trends of 2011 (That I Want To Forget)
My family went to Center Parcs between Christmas and New Years for a bit of a getaway. We had a wonderful time, but I have to admit, while we were there, I saw some fashion trends that pretty much made me want to wash my brain or gouge my eyes out. Some things you just can’t unsee. Thank you, Mama Kat, for reminding me that I wanted to write about this, anyway. Yes, another list. (I think I mentioned that I love them). And yes, it is a bit…snarky. 5. Feathers. Feather hair extensions…feather earrings. Unless you are under 14 – or Cher – please, don’t. 4. Animal knit hats….on…
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Bring on the New Year!
I had the best of intentions to write a round up of 2011, but really? I was off at Center Parcs, having fun with my family, and so New Years Eve day had me tied up with unpacking, sorting out the dog from the kennel, laundry…you know where this is headed… I ran out of time. And that’s all good. Overall, it was a pretty good year. Oh, it had its moments to be sure…quite a few posts in the first quake porter of the year revolve around the hazards of NHS dentistry. (Please don’t get me started on the NHS medical care, either…). I’ve had some…
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The Escape Artist
Yesterday morning, Macy made another break through the hedge into the adjoining field to chase a few sheep. Not good. It is beyond frustrating, to be honest, and very scary. I certainly don’t want to find myself in the position of collecting a very dead young dog after having been (quite within his rights) shot by the farmer. It’s even more frustrating when I see dogs – a springer spaniel in the mix, who has to be as happy to chase birds as any spaniel – lying quietly in the grass, mere yards away from a falconry display. Where the birds are TIED DOWN. This is not my dog. My…
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10 Reasons Why I Could Not Be a Housewife From ANY County
I’ll admit it. I did watch the Real Housewives from Orange County when it first came out. They were ditzy. They were ridiculously rich, and watching them drop thousands on a piece of jewelry – or a car for their kids – was unfathomable to me. They were, at times, ridiculous. But they weren’t overly mean, or nasty, or snooty about their money. Hell, two of those ladies made their OWN money. However. The rest of the Housewives? I just didn’t get into it. New York? Obnoxious. Preening. They wanted everyone to KNOW they were rich. Atlanta? Damn, those bitches be catty. But really, I could not be a housewife.…
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I’m Not Laughing
The following should be a happy, make me laugh Monday kind of post. But it’s not. (Sorry.) Because I’m a tad aggravated. I have a few clear priorities when I book a hotel: family friendly. Good location. Breakfast included. (when you’re travelling with kids, you REALLY don’t need to sort out a breakfast place, too.) Oh, and wi-fi. I am a blogger. My head is teeming – teeming, I tell you – with blog ideas, especially after another full day in Vienna. I could ruminate on how could all these women possibly stay thin in a land of caffe macchiatos, apple strudel, Sacher tortes and Wienerschnitzel. Seriously, I haven’t seen…
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Dear So and So
Friday is here, and thusly, another opportunity to unload…and spread some gratitude. Read on… Dear Pea, Screaming “I don’t like it here! I want to move away” because I didn’t make you hot dogs for supper/asked you to wash your hands before dinner/asked you to stop kicking your brother will not change my mind in any way, but may cause me to help you pack your bags, just to prove to you that you really, really don’t want to leave home. Love, Mommy ———– Dear Vax, I’d like to register a complaint with the Vax vacuum that I purchased from you. I’m not sure what blind person designed it, but…
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She Drives Him Crazy
Looking at Mama Kat’s list of weekly writing prompts, one jumped out at me immediately. (Actually, it reached out, grabbed my by the neck and bitch-slapped me, as if to say “oh, no – don’t go here, you’re only asking for trouble”.) Fortunately, I’m a bit slow on the uptake. Unfortunately, he’s slammed with work right now, and not much interested in my weird proddings. So I imagined asking the Hubs “What do I do that drives you crazy?” Well, there is the cuticle biting. (I know, I know…don’t lecture me. But since the typical manicure lasts only about 12 hours before I chip the polish, I just don’t get…
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10 reasons I know it is Monday
Hello, and Happy Monday. I have to say “happy Monday” because it’s been such a classic “Monday” kind of day. All day long. How do I know it is Monday? My son woke me up from a sound sleep so that I could straighten the collar on his school uniform. 6:45 am. Huh? It was -7 C when I took Pea to school; I went to the school wearing two mittens; I arrived home with only one. They were my dog walking mittens. It was still -7 C when we left for our walk… During Macy’s walk, she ate a lot of frozen sheep poo. Frozen sheep poo is chewed,…
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By The Hair of the Dog
I’m not talking about hangover cures. I’m talking about Macy, our dog. I love my pup. She is happy, bouncy, energetic – and very, very affectionate. When I work on my laptop late at night, she curls up next to me. Sometimes her head rests on my leg. Sometimes, it is across my laptop until I stop to give her a belly rub. She follows me everywhere – chases my vacuum, gets underfoot when I do laundry – hoping to snag a yummy sock to chew – and so does her hair. But, if that’s the price I have to pay for having her around then so be it. I…
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Stop Me If You’ve Heard This One Before
This morning, as Pea was getting ready, I found her in the throes of yet another struggle with tights. It’s always something: the choice of color, the pattern and inevitably, how they don’t “fit right”. She fussed with them, and she said “Mommy I don’t like these tights. They don’t feel right.” Her whining became louder. “Mommy, Mommy, these tights are just a problem!!” I replied, “Pea, I don’t think it is the tights that are the problem….” when she interrupted me with a shriek, screaming: “I am NOT the PROBLEM!!!!” Something tells me that we’ve had this conversation before.