Saturday, May 30, 2009
Summer fun!
I felt it was time to blog again after more than two months away, even though there's no real news to tell. In less than a week, my newly turned 11 year old daughter will be heading off on a school journey for four days. She is excited, I'm nervous but hopeful of the dramatic change the teachers have promised in our children; ie: they become responsble, confident and ready for anything after four days of PGL experience. Ahem, ok. I'm hopeful she'll make her bed for a week afterwards, I'm realistic; 11 going on 16 she is not. She just loves to have fun with her friends and to most of them that is what the trip is all about.
Monday, March 23, 2009
What a 'To Do!'
The sun is shining and Mother's Day has disappeared in a flurry of violin twanging and not much feet putting uppery. I'll explain. Daughter has violin exam today, so yesterday we spent a few hours brushing up scales (not daughter's, although until she was eight she wanted to be a mermaid, soooo badly!) One tune she has to play (I'm sure 'tune' is not the tech term but...) is 'Moon River' so, in my 'supportive mummy' role, I climbed into the loft and dug out 'Breakfast at Tiffanys.'
So, she played a little...watched BAT...played a bit more...watched a bit more; and all the while the 'boys' were out doing boy things (gossiping and drinking beverages...aha sound familiar?) so it was all done in total peace. And now, BAT is "like so my favourite film ever, mum!" Not sure whether that was a result or not. Boys came back at tail end of film and seven year old declared it "pants" and asked for a minute by minute countdown of how long was left. Killed the romance for me, that did. Most laughable bit though, was when Audrey Hepburn tells George P'pard that she is now as fat as a pig while looking all of a 'size beanpole.'
Anyway, the point is, I made a list of things to do and on that list are:
1)Order some new clothes for seven year old. We have a wedding to go to. I myself am wearing a dress I wore to a wedding 5 years and possibly two stones ago. It is bias cut . Lucky that. Although now it is above the knee when it used to be ankle length....
2)Made enquiries about computer courses. I want a job in a library: any library, I'm not fussed, but you need to be 'computer literate'. I'm only semi-literate, hence...
3)Put clothes away. This is a daily nightmare which I never wake from. There are only four of us. We can't afford that many clothes. Where do they all come from?
4)Do exercise video. Whilst in loft I found two really old exercise videos. Now I've never been one to subscribe to mindless exercise, but I've always loved dancing and when I couldn't afford dance classes (see a pattern emerging here?) I bought a couple of dancy exercise videos. When I'd gone through a whole pack of 'Tena Lady' from wetting myself laughing, I actually enjoyed dancing to 'Dance Away the 80s'. I now know how unfit I really am.
5) Ring Mrs B back. A customer who called at 8.20am. Please, I can't listen to how much needs taking in when I'm shouting. (Mothers on school run will know what I'm talking about)
6)Writing a blog. Wasn't actually on the list, but I need to add that I sat down to write an essay on the 8th of March and didn't look up till the 20th. I then realised how much had happened in the meantime. Vis a vis, sorry Shazza, I did remember your birthday, I just didn't remember to send the card in time. I'll give it to you in the summer holidays.
So, she played a little...watched BAT...played a bit more...watched a bit more; and all the while the 'boys' were out doing boy things (gossiping and drinking beverages...aha sound familiar?) so it was all done in total peace. And now, BAT is "like so my favourite film ever, mum!" Not sure whether that was a result or not. Boys came back at tail end of film and seven year old declared it "pants" and asked for a minute by minute countdown of how long was left. Killed the romance for me, that did. Most laughable bit though, was when Audrey Hepburn tells George P'pard that she is now as fat as a pig while looking all of a 'size beanpole.'
Anyway, the point is, I made a list of things to do and on that list are:
1)Order some new clothes for seven year old. We have a wedding to go to. I myself am wearing a dress I wore to a wedding 5 years and possibly two stones ago. It is bias cut . Lucky that. Although now it is above the knee when it used to be ankle length....
2)Made enquiries about computer courses. I want a job in a library: any library, I'm not fussed, but you need to be 'computer literate'. I'm only semi-literate, hence...
3)Put clothes away. This is a daily nightmare which I never wake from. There are only four of us. We can't afford that many clothes. Where do they all come from?
4)Do exercise video. Whilst in loft I found two really old exercise videos. Now I've never been one to subscribe to mindless exercise, but I've always loved dancing and when I couldn't afford dance classes (see a pattern emerging here?) I bought a couple of dancy exercise videos. When I'd gone through a whole pack of 'Tena Lady' from wetting myself laughing, I actually enjoyed dancing to 'Dance Away the 80s'. I now know how unfit I really am.
5) Ring Mrs B back. A customer who called at 8.20am. Please, I can't listen to how much needs taking in when I'm shouting. (Mothers on school run will know what I'm talking about)
6)Writing a blog. Wasn't actually on the list, but I need to add that I sat down to write an essay on the 8th of March and didn't look up till the 20th. I then realised how much had happened in the meantime. Vis a vis, sorry Shazza, I did remember your birthday, I just didn't remember to send the card in time. I'll give it to you in the summer holidays.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Unfortunately
Unfortunately Donna only recorded one album with the team who are on record as saying she was the best vocalist they had ever worked with.
Unfortunately, Donna’s pediatrician did not diagnose her condition as characteristic of metabolic syndrome and the youngster’s weight continued to climb.
'Unfortunately Donna's injured. Will she come back? We don't know'.
Unfortunately, Donna was unable to find riding boots to fit her.
Unfortunately Donna lacked an important quality, on this particular evening that I saw her.
Unfortunately, Donna was quite promiscuous at the time of Sophie´s conception.
Well unfortunately Donna, we've had three young men suicide because they've been faced with that objection.
Unfortunately Donna had developed a staphylococcus skin infection under her left arm.
This one's real, I promise! Unfortunately, Donna makes his dick ache.
Unfortunately Donna does not know her schedule until almost the last minute.
Unfortunately, Donna's IQ score is not high enough for her to qualify as intellectually gifted.
Unfortunately, Donna had to cancel her plans to attend Costume College, so she didn't make her own bustle gown. But she did finish mine beautifully.
Unfortunately, Donna was too inebriated after the circle to remember to serve the grapes and pretzels.
Unfortunately Donna has come down with Pneumonia. Unfortunately Donna had to work. Unfortunately (?) Donna decided to resign. Unfortunately Donna is very ordinary. Unfortunately, Donna’s “idea” never picked up steam. Unfortunately, Donna is wrong here. Unfortunately, Donna and Bufford lived exciting but short lives.
If you type in Samantha, the results are way more interesting. Apart from the dick thing, Donnas it seems, by and large, are rather dull. Hmmmph!
From Bug and Pop, via IrisandLily.
Unfortunately, Donna’s pediatrician did not diagnose her condition as characteristic of metabolic syndrome and the youngster’s weight continued to climb.
'Unfortunately Donna's injured. Will she come back? We don't know'.
Unfortunately, Donna was unable to find riding boots to fit her.
Unfortunately Donna lacked an important quality, on this particular evening that I saw her.
Unfortunately, Donna was quite promiscuous at the time of Sophie´s conception.
Well unfortunately Donna, we've had three young men suicide because they've been faced with that objection.
Unfortunately Donna had developed a staphylococcus skin infection under her left arm.
This one's real, I promise! Unfortunately, Donna makes his dick ache.
Unfortunately Donna does not know her schedule until almost the last minute.
Unfortunately, Donna's IQ score is not high enough for her to qualify as intellectually gifted.
Unfortunately, Donna had to cancel her plans to attend Costume College, so she didn't make her own bustle gown. But she did finish mine beautifully.
Unfortunately, Donna was too inebriated after the circle to remember to serve the grapes and pretzels.
Unfortunately Donna has come down with Pneumonia. Unfortunately Donna had to work. Unfortunately (?) Donna decided to resign. Unfortunately Donna is very ordinary. Unfortunately, Donna’s “idea” never picked up steam. Unfortunately, Donna is wrong here. Unfortunately, Donna and Bufford lived exciting but short lives.
If you type in Samantha, the results are way more interesting. Apart from the dick thing, Donnas it seems, by and large, are rather dull. Hmmmph!
From Bug and Pop, via IrisandLily.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Tate
1: Went to Tate Modern
2: Wandered around looking at 'arty types' and secretly giggling. Wondered if they had a 'special Art Gallery outfit'
3: Actually spotted a girl with Audrey Hepburn hair, stripy top and cream, belted trenchcoat. Oh, and black pumps.
4: Answered 'yes' to number 2.
5:Was slightly miffed that all exhibitions I actually wanted to see were 'paid' exhibitions.
6:Paid best part of a tenner for a small hot choc and small latte and two biscuits.
7:Best part was seeing how much smaller people on the ground looked from the fifth floor as opposed to the 2nd.
7a:Second best part was the 'soap on a rope' exhibit.
7aa:Thirdly, reading the information on some of modern art is hilarious. I know, I'm a complete and utter cynic, but, please; a slash in a piece of hessian is a slash in a piece of hessian. It is not indicative of some greater truth. You can't make a bag out of it now, can you?
8:Felt sad for daughter because I'm a wuss and wouldn't cross the millenium bridge with her. (Except on my hands and knees... funnily enough she declined.)
9:She was cheered up by the sight of two men holding hands (she's ten, what can I tell you?)
9a: There were and always are some fabulous things at Tate Modern, to be fair to Tate and the artists and I don't want to sound like a complete philistine. However, I speak as I feel and I felt disappointed.
10:Shan't go back in a hurry.
The End.
2: Wandered around looking at 'arty types' and secretly giggling. Wondered if they had a 'special Art Gallery outfit'
3: Actually spotted a girl with Audrey Hepburn hair, stripy top and cream, belted trenchcoat. Oh, and black pumps.
4: Answered 'yes' to number 2.
5:Was slightly miffed that all exhibitions I actually wanted to see were 'paid' exhibitions.
6:Paid best part of a tenner for a small hot choc and small latte and two biscuits.
7:Best part was seeing how much smaller people on the ground looked from the fifth floor as opposed to the 2nd.
7a:Second best part was the 'soap on a rope' exhibit.
7aa:Thirdly, reading the information on some of modern art is hilarious. I know, I'm a complete and utter cynic, but, please; a slash in a piece of hessian is a slash in a piece of hessian. It is not indicative of some greater truth. You can't make a bag out of it now, can you?
8:Felt sad for daughter because I'm a wuss and wouldn't cross the millenium bridge with her. (Except on my hands and knees... funnily enough she declined.)
9:She was cheered up by the sight of two men holding hands (she's ten, what can I tell you?)
9a: There were and always are some fabulous things at Tate Modern, to be fair to Tate and the artists and I don't want to sound like a complete philistine. However, I speak as I feel and I felt disappointed.
10:Shan't go back in a hurry.
The End.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Join the Kew...
Me and the kids went to Kew Gardens on Saturday, or to give it it's posh title, The Royal Botanical Gardens, Kew. In my quest for adventure, it was a little step in the right direction and well worth the minus-six-feeling-like-minus-twelve temperature.
On our arrival at Kew, we stopped for a couple of much needed thawing hot chocolates for them (with sticky marshmallows bobbing)and a latte for me, before beginning our meander through the glittering, frozen landscape which was just breathtaking. We all agreed that there's something magical about wintry trees and frozen lakes
bordered by mythical statues.
Inside the Palm House,
(the photo above is by Claire Tacacs)
hats and scarves were discarded in the tropical temperature and we watched the only successful 3D display that I've ever seen (aided by those naff card and plastic bi-coloured glasses) of phytoplankton, no less, which was quite possibly the highlight of the day.
I kid you not. We could have spent more time than was fashionable trying to catch the floating shapes which seemed to hang tantalizingly before our eyes. I tried to capture them on camera as they approached,
(even contemplating putting the 3D glasses over the camera lens...yes, I know, humour me, I don't get out much) but they were like underwater snowflakes, ethereal and unwilling to pose for me.
There was giant bamboo that grows over 2.5 metres in just over two weeks. That's something I'd like to know the secret of! Eternal and rapid growth!
My daughter wanted to see the ice house thinking it would be either an igloo or a magical palace fashioned entirely out of ice.
It wasnt. We were led along a cobbly path into an underground dome which apparently had big strong wooden doors on it, in days of yore, to keep the ice from melting in the summer. Yep they liked their brews chilled back then too!
The kids played for a while in 'Climbers and Creepers'
but deemed it "too young!" for their grown-up-ness, so we wandered back to the beginning lest we became hopelessly lost as it grew dark, and we'd already clocked the absence of any lighting to guide the way.
(photo by Claire Tacacs)
Apart from the ghostly glow that was always just that little bit out of reach...
On our arrival at Kew, we stopped for a couple of much needed thawing hot chocolates for them (with sticky marshmallows bobbing)and a latte for me, before beginning our meander through the glittering, frozen landscape which was just breathtaking. We all agreed that there's something magical about wintry trees and frozen lakes
bordered by mythical statues. 
Inside the Palm House,
(the photo above is by Claire Tacacs)
hats and scarves were discarded in the tropical temperature and we watched the only successful 3D display that I've ever seen (aided by those naff card and plastic bi-coloured glasses) of phytoplankton, no less, which was quite possibly the highlight of the day.
I kid you not. We could have spent more time than was fashionable trying to catch the floating shapes which seemed to hang tantalizingly before our eyes. I tried to capture them on camera as they approached,
(even contemplating putting the 3D glasses over the camera lens...yes, I know, humour me, I don't get out much) but they were like underwater snowflakes, ethereal and unwilling to pose for me.
There was giant bamboo that grows over 2.5 metres in just over two weeks. That's something I'd like to know the secret of! Eternal and rapid growth!
My daughter wanted to see the ice house thinking it would be either an igloo or a magical palace fashioned entirely out of ice.
It wasnt. We were led along a cobbly path into an underground dome which apparently had big strong wooden doors on it, in days of yore, to keep the ice from melting in the summer. Yep they liked their brews chilled back then too!
The kids played for a while in 'Climbers and Creepers'
but deemed it "too young!" for their grown-up-ness, so we wandered back to the beginning lest we became hopelessly lost as it grew dark, and we'd already clocked the absence of any lighting to guide the way.
(photo by Claire Tacacs)Apart from the ghostly glow that was always just that little bit out of reach...
Saturday, January 3, 2009
This year is going to be different!
This year I am going to: have more adventures and
take more photographs.
...and fart around less in order to make time for the above!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
take more photographs.
...and fart around less in order to make time for the above!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Just a little Christmas message to all??? my reader/s! Merry Christmas! I could take some pictures of the tree, the lights, the mess, but can I be arsed to dig out camera, put batteries in it and find the USB? You guessed it...
Ciao till New Year! xxxx
Ciao till New Year! xxxx
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