Monday, December 31, 2007

How can I compensate... for my indiscretions dear

Jesus. I've had to suffer it again; My daughter re-enacting my performance last night. How many times can a mother take this?

Her "Have a Good time last night mum"

Me - Dies on spot and thinks "..... it's been forever....... She had been in her bed for about 3 hours.....She must have been sleeping.... I'm sure I kept my mouth shut.............
but says

"Yes, Petal I did, Your dad is a stud muffin".

Her " I never thought it was going to end.... it lasted three songs"

Me - "Si" (Loudly to bring him in to the joyous conversation)

- Guess what?........... you lasted three songs last night.....That must be some kind of record".

And so the discussion went on for some 30 minutes or so, Son joining in as well, to admit that he thought his sister had been hallucinating......while both children discussed the relative merits / problems / hysteria of having parents who have sex.

I think they should be grateful that they have the same two parents, who have beeen together for 21 years and STILL WANT to have sex!


Sunday, December 30, 2007

then one snowy Christmas Eve, Santa came to say

Flipping Hairies... Is NOT a Hill
Check this out!!! And this with his phone.. this is how close it was to him. Brilliant eh?

Saturday, December 29, 2007

Suddenly the air smells much greener now......

My honey is away in the hills again. Today he sent me about 5 pictures of hills, but none of them were the hill I wanted to see. I've been there, where he is before, a couple of times, but the last time I was there I was very very ill.

The day before we had been in Inverness, and took a visit to the glen morangie distillery. it was all very lovely - they still have 16 men of Tain who produce the stuff, and very nice it is too. We bought a lovely bottle to take home with us, but the joy of the evening in the hotel made us drink the stupid bottle. Well to be honest, I think I drunk more of it than Si. Next morning I couldn't move. I was horrendously ill in the room, horrendously ill in about 6 laybys on the way from Inverness to Fort William.

By Glen Nevis I had recovered sufficiently to stand by the river and contemplate throwing myself in. If we had gotten there 2 hours before, I couldn't have stood up. My poor children, what must they make of me?

Anyways, after a breath of air in Fort William - see the place is good for something (I Don't mean that, I LURVE FOrt William - a very good ex friend of mine lived there - she left tho), we headed South and reached the hills where my husband be now.

Heavens, I had reached that point of recovery where EVERYTHING is beautiful. the ground, the smell of rain on a hot road, thistles, dog poo, smelly hillwalkers. We got out and went for something to eat. Note the state of my recovery. I WANTED to eat something. The restaurant there is something to behold. They actually cater to everyone's requests. You want something a little bitty different from their intensive menu... they make it. And even tho you queue canteen style, someone ends up bringing the food to the table. You can't fault it. Is brilliant. They also have lovely outdoor shops, delicatessen, and sweetie place. Oaft; is Heaven in the HIghlands.

But anyways, I digress. After we had eaten, and I actually managed to keep food down. We stood outside at car and enjoyed the air. Truely is fantastic air there, and just to stand and look at the hills is awe inspiring.

They are so high. And beautiful. And they make you forget the crap in the world. Honest they do. This is anotheer reason for getting fit this year. I want to climb them. I want to climb them all. And I intend, by May, and this is the first time I have put a target on paper (albeit electronic), that I will be ready to climb.

The hard work starts here.

Wait a minute can't you see that I

Am not really that old.

Despite the fact that I ran into a customer from work today, who asked if "these are your children?".....

I was with Eilidh, who I will admit, is one of my children, but I was also with K, who I consider to be one of my best friends!

Okay - so she is 14 years younger than me. She was 29 this year, and I was 43. However, we are both the same mental age. Next year, she will be in her Thirties. (Already in your thirtieth year, as you pointed out)., I will still be in my forties. So in fact she is catching up with me.

It makes me sad tho, that he looked at the three of us, and saw Mother and Two Daughters. That has signed my fate. I was intending to "make over" this year. Get Fit, loose weight... but now, I think I will opt for plastic surgery also. Then I will stand the offender in front of me again, standing next to K and Eilidh...... and see what he thinks then.


I drowned a thousand times, and I go back to....


The love for my son is such, that even during holidays, I will forcibly drag myself out of my bed, then drag him out, send him out on the first half of his paper run, (which has the heaviest papers), and make his breakfast and then take over for him.

Says Me "is it cold out".
Say He "nope, it's not too bad".
Say Me, "okay".

I leave as he pulls together 3 changes of clothes (is very very hard training he is doing), and hand him some drink and some dosh.

I get on bike, and as I cycle across the road, the rain starts. Then the wind gets up.

I delivery my first 5 papers, and look back and see his lift waiting outside the house for him.... where is he? I watch for a couple of minutes and then he bimbles out.

I set off again. Son goes past in car and waves.

I deliver more. Rain becomes torrential, and of a make up I have not seen before (it's probably been there, I've just never been stupid enough to go out in it). It is hitting my face, and stinging. My throat is killing me, my chest starts to heave, I cough and cough, (no this time, I don't actually pee myself), but I do manage a wee throw up.

As I finish the last few papers and cycle back, a Recycle bin, tries to drive towards me on the wrong side of the road, blocking the exit from the street I am on, and the entrance to the cycle path. These are council employees. Do they not have minimum standards?

I signal to them, that they are blocking my route and the signal - all three of them, that I should cross to the opposite side of the road - I signal back that I am trying to get directly behind them, and am not infact turning on to the main road, - and yet they signal still, so I begin to turn out,on to the wrong side of the road, and around their back. You'd think they would wait wouldn't you... but no - as I get to the side of the lorry, I hear the reversing beeps starting. How fripping mad.

Be lucky council men that I was wet, the rain was getting heavier and harder and I wanted to get home to throw up. Arses.

I got in. had a wee throw up,,,, and now, I'm going back to bed with US Weekly (Thank you Mr Postman), and a cup of tea.


Friday, December 28, 2007

Things are getting strange, I'm starting to worry

K meets Jesus on the bus.

I forgot to mention to her, that I met him on my Christmas Night out in Largs.

Was definitely him. I'm not sure what her Jesus looks like, but mine looked like Jesus, just before he got arrested. Only problem I had with him was that he had eye liner on. How Do I know this? Well I was contemplating how I could take a photo of him, with my phone, subtlety because since the bar was so empty he was sitting by himself. L asked me what was troubling me and I explained about K's relationship with Jesus and how I wanted to check it was the same one, with a photo. And L said,, "Oh wow - Yeah, the Jesus thru there with the eye liner on".

He knew we were talking about him. Because Jesus knows everything apparently.

(i know this guy is actually Pete Wentz - but if you imagine him with longer hair, and no hat, and of course the loin cloth, this is really what jesus looked like)

Thursday, December 27, 2007

Think of me and celebrate .......................

Lay in bed til 10 this morning. I love lying in. Still snottery. Didn't have any night nurse last night to send me off to sleep.

Si and I took a wee trip into the town to obtain some more medicines. I got cough medicine - the cold is in my chest now - coughing results in spluttering all over the place, and unless I'm sitting still and being focused, a bit of a leak. And night nurse to ease sleep. Lovely. Lovely Lovely. I stay clear of Covonia now, because it is lethal - two spoonfuls and you are gone.

I'm feeling very fired up today.........all ready to dive into the new year as a new me. I'm ready to start now. Loose weight, practice my Reiki, keep my blog up to date. All ready to go. I'm still knitting too. clicky clicky.

Have to see K this weekend. Have her Chrissy pressie here for her. Stevie is playing Volleyball on Friday and Saturday so I'll take him up there, and drop in to see her, or meet her in the town. How you fixed for that K?


Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Breathing with sweet memories.........

Christmas almost done and dusted. It isn't really until after Boxing Day eh? When we are still sweating off the excesses of Christmas day?

Am stuffed with the cold. As is my mum,.... must have been a duff batch of flu jabs this year. This is my first cold in about 18 months, which isn't bad going considering I used to get one every 6 weeks or so.

Quiet day yesterday. Kids actually stayed in bed til 9, and then we had a slow rise. Everyone got loads of lovely pressies. I got A beautiful handbag, and purse. Oh if only I keep it good... it will last for ages. Both leather. both gorgeous.

Had a lovely meal. Si excells himself every year. I don't think you ever loose the knack do you? We are taking it easy today. I stayed in bed til feeling sorry for myself and runny nose. I watched Happy Feet, and then the Longest Yard lovely.

Si and the boy got up and went to Mr M's for Boxing Day drinks. I decided not to because my nose was running too too much.

Eilidh and I took a wee run out to the garage to get some milk - everywhere was shut. All of Troon, literally. Irvine too. Well I say Irvine. Tesco.... which is the hub of all life in North Ayrshire was closed - but Comet / Powerhouse/ Homebase all open for the sales. I really can't be bothered with these things./

And I'm ready.

Ready to get ready for the rest of life. I don't want to eat too much. I don't want to drink too much, I just want to be happy and healthy. Right now I may be happy. but not healthy. Give me 5 months. I will be.


Monday, December 24, 2007

I really can't Stay... Baby Don't hold out....

Okay, so I don't have alcoholic poisoning. I have the cold. In fact I probably have flu, but since I have a strong constitution, this will be why I'm not showing the full symptoms.

My nose hasn't stopped running all day. Is red raw now, and I still have sore ribs from the other day...... that would be the food poisoning...... and when I sneeze it hurts like mad.

Eilidh and me been in the office since 10 am this morning. Bored Bored Bored, and still haven't finished! Aw well, not long to go now and we can go home.

He sings a love song, as we go along... waking in a winter wonderland.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour

But heaven knows... I'm miserable now.

Two Christmas night outs in three days, and now I'm feeling it. I actually look like I have been punched in the face, i'm so bloated with alcohol.

I'm looking forward to the new year, when I will detox and run and run and run and run. I will take my inspiration from Gary Barlow - when he was on Jonathon ross a month ago - he has lost sooo much weight, he looks amazing.

So here is me on Thursday night....

And in 5 months I will be gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous! (I know I'm gorgeous here, but heavily gorgeous. I want to have ONE chin and cheekbones. not CHEEKS


Friday, December 21, 2007

The Friday 5

1. Pick one label that you think does describe you (race, religion, hobby, etc.).


2. Pick one label that is often put on you, that you really think is inaccurate.


3. Pick one label you wish could be put on you.

Slimly gorgeous

4. What is one kind of label that you think is universally wrong to use (race, gender, height)?

whateverchallenged. (i.e, vertically challenged, when short will do)

5. Labels, used intelligently, can be a convenient rhetorical shorthand for identifying how a given person will fit into (or react to) a given situation. Labels, used incorrectly, can be an excuse for dismissing the differences still inherent in the people to whom the label is applied. Discuss.


Wednesday, December 19, 2007

I believe in angels, when I know the time is right for me

Went to a Christmas Concert last night at the school, which was nice. Well, Christmassy. Some of the turns were a bit suspect... hmph,, I think that was bad, considering I didn't have any kids performing. Well none of my own. Steven's gang - Keith, Gayle, Laura, and Jamie - oaft, and James were performing and individually they were great. Saying nothing else.

Anyways, went, and it was freezing. The nights are getting longer and longer and colder and colder. My hands still haven't warmed up. Brrrrrrr.

Si came home this afternoon. I was looking for the ferry and he phoned to say he was standing by the car. He couldn't believe the cold either. So I headed out, had a quick snog and then he came home. Him and Steven are away out tonight, Scouts/Explorers night out. They are at the Maharani and Ten Pin Bowling.

Me and Eilidh are just sitting here FREEZING.


Monday, December 17, 2007

Why am I up the tree, you say? Why are you down there.

I was never cut out to be a single parent.

I am exhausted.

Si went to Arran this morning until Wednesday morning. I came home from work, at 5.30, peeled potatos, put sausages in the oven, and then washed the dishes left from last night. I set out the tea, after chasing Steve away to collect money. We had our tea, then flew back out to collect more money. We came back in and I drove Steven to Volleyball Coaching. Then we came back and I forced Eilidh to go and collect one house, I did two more.

We got in, Eilidh wanted to bring the tree in. So tree came in and I left her to decorate while I tried to sort out Steven's money.

I had to try and re-pot the tree while it was in it's pot, as it was sitting at a 70 degree angle. We've moved it a wee bitty. and now that it is decorated it's looking great.

I flew back out to buy bread and collect Steven. Then I came back, helped Eilidh finish the tree, made Chocolate and Tea, and Toast, and then sat here, to write letters for Steven to take to school tomorrow.

Jees. All I want to do is go to bed. Yawnnnnnnn

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Friday, December 14, 2007

Friday 5

What’s your favorite song about growing up?
I'm thinking about this, will come back to it.

What’s your favorite song about cars or driving?

Born to Run, Frankie Goes to Hollywood Version... although I love the Brucey version too.

What’s your favorite song whose title is a person’s name?
Right now is Delilah by Plain White T's, is gorgeous song. Otherwise, Delilah by the Sensational Alex Harvey Band.... which strangely enough features a few entries down on this very blog.

What’s your favorite get-up-and-dance song?
I dance to most things, In shops, If I hear Barry White, I can't stop. I tap dance (from my classes) to Frank Sinatra, Latoya London, and Jackson 5 - Big Bad Leroy Brown, Don't Rain on My Parade, and Rockin Robin. I Lurve Dancing, would dance all the time. Am frequently seen dancing in the street.

What’s your favorite novelty song?
Russ Abbot - Oh What An Atmosphere.... Fantastic. Enjoy............ What a man!!! Legend!

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Keep On Dancing... Do the Locomotion Yeah.... Welll


Dancing Display tonight.

Bloody hell, it doesn't have go quick. But still knackers me. I had a couple of blank spots in the middle, Fiona was standing behind me screaming instructions at me to keep me right! ha ha what a giggle.

Eilidh was away at SChool Dance tonight. Paid £15 to get her hair done, and the curls were out, before she left the house!!! Waaaaaaa. She looked gorgeous. All made up, beautiful dress on.... aw, she is soooo precious.

Steven was at Scouts getting Queens Scout Platinum Award and his Bronze Duke of Edinburgh. Si went to see that.

Best laugh of today : I got a funny from Jacqui, which involved editing a cartoon with your own pictures. I edited it, for Wee Devils enjoyment, forwarded to her with express instructions NOT to show it to anyone, and tonight I get text from her.

OH F&(K. Have just looked at cartoon, O M G - I forwarded it to Big Sexy before I looked at it,.

O M G If I could only explain!

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

I've been an awfully Good Girl.............


There is nothing better, than when you meet Santa, and you shout him over, he gives you a cuddle, and then says, "Dogwithnobrain, what do you want for Christmas?"

My daughter is 13, and is still overcome with awe when Santa asks me questions by name.

Santa was outside our house tonight, he was having a wee drive round the town in his float. I was lucky to see him.

I'm glad I did - it's nice to have a cuddle with a friendly Santa.


A crowded room, friends with tired eyes .....

I have eight days left to work, including today. I am really looking forward to my holidays. A couple of weeks with my kids and my honey. Oh wow. Not that I'll probably see much of Steven, I've never know a boy to be out and about so much.

He didn't make the final cut for the NT Squad for December matches, but I know Steven, and He'll be playing his butt off from here on in until he does. Is fine about it - he always says that he prefers to work for a place. That's always been his attitude with football and I think he's going to be even more determined with the volleyball.

I have knitted about 7 hats now. They are getting better and better with each one! Oaft. All these happy people at Christmas time when they get their lovely hats!

Tee hee


Sunday, December 09, 2007

I watched and went out of my mind

Today, my boy was at a selection training session for the Scottish National volleyball squad, for a game coming up 20 and 21 December. He says he wasn't nervous, but I have never seen him leave the house as quickly as he did this morning, and we had to drag Tool out the house mid-tooth brush (which she didn't forgive us for).

We got him there in plenty of time, and then left him to his fate! We had to leave him .... is something he can only do by himself, and us sitting watching and waiting wasn't going to help him. I have been so nervous all day , and now we sit here, knackered, and we still don't know. An email is getting send out tomorrow. And so we wait.

During the 6 hours of training. (YOu should have seen the sweat on them all ), we drove to Livingston, wandered around the Livingston Designer Outlet. Looked for Shoes for Eilidh EVERYWHERE. Then drove to Glasgow Fort, quite nice, actually, the piped Christmas music was everywhere, coming out of the walls, so was quite festive.

We found Santa and I went for a hug. Santa was a big dumbfounded. There are all these PC regulations these days about no touching, but hey -It's Santa, and I needed a cuddle, unfortunately Santa was slightly smaller in height than me, but aw well, I got my cuddle!

Jees. Life Is Exhausting. Work again tomorrow. And I've downed a 3/4 bottle of wine. Yum. I needed to. Am very stressed for my boy, and HE SAYS I HAVEN'T TO READ HIS EMAILS TOMORROW. HE WANTS THE NEWS!!!! NIGHTMARE!

Anyways. I thought I would leave you with a little Sensational Alex Harvey Band... this has to be one of the best pop performances of all time. FANTASTIC.

Friday, December 07, 2007

The Friday 5

friday 5

What playground game do you remember most fondly?
Skipping. All the rhymes we sung, and double dutch. I got my daughter two huge ropes this year. Heavens, where did my energy go? About 10 skips and I was wheezing for breath. And could we get the Double Dutch going? Could we hell as like!

What playground game did you just hate? Kiss, Cuddle or Torture. Hated running, hated being caught, hated the boys in my class who might do one, or all three to me.

Which playground apparatus did you most enjoy? The May Pole, at Coney. Was like a roundabout - but designed like a maypole, so not only did it go round like a round-about it also swung like a swing. Very dangerous. This is the only picture I could find of one like it!

Which playground apparatus did you generally avoid or not care much for? Climbing Bars. I'm so crap at upper body strength. Couldn't swing from the ladders, couldn't heave myself up. Pathetic.

What playground game might be really fun if grownups played it with adult rules? High Tig Low Tig. I've played that as a grown up. With Grown ups! In a shop! Great Fun. Clambering all over the flipping clothes stands and the counter. What a balL!

Sunday, December 02, 2007

You said you would always stay

Last night Si went camping with the Scouts. Now I know not everyone is here in Sunny Scotland, but Camping??? On First December???? In Ayrshire? I ask you. Now I'm not a Scout, I'm not an outdoory type of person really, but I knew that yesterday was not camping weather! But no, three leaders and 6 Scouts... away off and up a hill! Flipping Hairies.

As I sat in front of the TV at 9 pm, with the rain hitting the back window so hard I had to turn the volume up to drown it out, I thought. What were they thinking? The wind then started to get up, and bins were banging, and trees were howling. Wasn't good. When I left to get Steven at 1050 (He was at the Indian with the Belarus Ladies Volleyball team), it was pouring, blowing a gale and thunder and lightning! Yes! And they were up a hill! In a Tent!

We had to get up at 745 this morning, as Stevo was playing in the Power League for Volleyball. We dropped him at 9.20 at the Kelvin Hall and started our rounds of shoe shops in Glasgow looking for the perfect Pink Sparkly shoe for school dance. We must have walked 5 miles around Glasgow and got nothing. O M G Our legs where killing us!

We took a run out to Kirsty's to give her her birthday present. A lovely pair of vibrating pants, and a beautiful, "by helen" scarf. We had cream cakes and cookies and a cup of tea. I raided Kirsty's Box Room (Not Cupboard), and seen if there was anything I could steal. There was, infact, many many things I could steal, but I refrained!.

We headed back to Kelvin Hall for three and were in time to watch Steven sleeping at the side of the pitch (he was supposed to be linesman), and then we headed back down the road, to be met by the lovely smell of tea cooking.

I love my husband. He'd better always stay.


Friday, November 30, 2007

Yeah you and me we can light up the sky ..........


My Si has a cold sore. I have told him he has herpes. He blames me. He says I am the only person he has kissed, therefore, I must have kissed someone else, and thereby and therefore, given him herpes. Cheek of it!

Is quite sweet. Is looking like a duck with a little beak. I find it quite attractive.

Even more so, now that he has decided not to shave one half of the top of his lip, so he has a half moustache, which I'm finding V. attractive!

The Friday 5

The Friday 5

Are you a mentalist or an illusionist?
Most definitely a Mentalist. I'm Reiki Practitioner (with certificates), and you know... after training, I realised that the Reiki was there all the time, I just didn't know what to call it!

You’re on a roll. Do you feel the roll you’re on?
Most definitely. I'm feeling life is good right now, and everything is there for the taking. Watch out World.... cause I'm coming at ya!

How many performances a week?
Everyday is a performance. Each and every single day. My life is my performance. There are no rehearsals.

Is there a little bit of Evel Knievel in you?
Daredevil??? I think so, I think you need to be a wee bitty daredevilish to exist in this world and have people notice you. People who don't dare, don't live.

How much of what you do is physical, by the way?
Getting out of bed, is quite a physical activity; showering, getting dressed and driving to work. Then I muchly sit on my butt all day. Except for those days, when I'm feeling the energy and am driven outside, to partake in the fresh air. In the Evenings, I'm very physical. I have to restrain my husband, chase my children, and every other night, I take a 3 mile walk. That's how physical I am!


7 things!

7 Random Facts

  1. I had Love at First Sight and it's still there.
  2. I've Said "I'm gorgeous" so many times, I actually believe it.
  3. My Daughter is the SMARTEST person in our family!
  4. My Son is the Funniest Person in the World.
  5. I loved being pregnant, even though I was so sick.
  6. My Mate Kirsty, is completely and Utterly Mad
  7. I LURVE my Tap Dancing, and I'm Great At It!

The 7 Victims

(I've got to go find some victims, did it, here you go)

Mooses of the North,
Kevin's Way Cool

Hey - Click on the links or click on Next Blog at the top of the page. Stumbling over blogs is lovely!


Wednesday, November 28, 2007

We Gotta Work, Work, Work this out....

Am sad.

Tap Dancing was brilliant tonight. Walking fast is paying off. I wasn't QUITE as knackered tonight. Although repeating the dance 12 times over is a BIT excessive.

However, problem lies in Performance. Is on 12th December. Which is the same night as Eilidh's school dance. It's a no-can-do. She can't be in both places at the same time, and now she is sad. I'm sad too, because I love dancing with her, we have a giggle together, and we are as Good/Bad As each other. Still there will be other Dance Shows... (we do at least 4 a year!), but there will only be one, second year Christmas dance, in a Jane Norman dress!

On a lighter note. I heard from George Galloway's secretary today. I'm organising a wee surprise for K's birthday (which is 6th December if anyone would like to wish Wee-devil a Happy Birthday). I emailed him a while ago, and he came straight back to me. This surprised me and now I have a higher opinion of him than I did before.

He was funny and quick to respond, and, now I find happy to oblige.

I may not agree with him on his policies and view, but I don't agree with K and her devotion to him (I might add here, that K's devotion is not lust, or love, but like a devotee to a Kind Uncle who saves her!). Anyways, she is in for a nice surprise.

It might even be there tomorrow!

Tee Hee.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Someone I am, is waiting for Courage

Need Your Help.

Donate Please

It might have appeared to go unnoticed,

K is unwell.

So unwell she went to the Doctors.

Hair loss, lethargy, poor skin, droopy eye, and a bad case of crying at the X-factor. The Doctor with Sweat Marks under his arm pits and a rare case of BO laughed. What kind of Doctor laughs when a patient is open enough to admit they cry during X-factor? A Cruel Doctor! Get a new one, K".

I said, "you need happy pills". But she hasn't acknowledged that comment at all. I know she needs happy pills, because I used to have (a)Lethargy, and more importantly (b), a bad case of crying at the TV. I understand K's problem. I know that she isn't crying because the X-Factor is so BAD. She is crying, because she is living the emotions of the poor sods who are on the X-Factor.

When I needed the happy pills (the first time), I used to cry at Neighbours. Yes, tragic I know, but there is it. That is how I knew there was something wrong with me.

Well actually that is a lie. I knew there was something wrong with me, when I took the continental quilt cover off my bed, dragged it into a cupboard, got inside it, and cried for 3 hours.

My Doctor thought I was pregnant, (till he met me - I had my first consultation down the phone, I wouldn't leave the house).

The Taxi Driver recognised that part of the problem was the Mad 80 year old next door. His words to me, as he drove me home (still crying), when he dropped me at the house was " oh, If I lived next door to that lunatic, I'd be crying too".

However, the reality is a chemical imbalance. I'm prone to it. A logical person could see it. I'm either very very up, or very very very very down. With happy pills, I am a more logical, balanced person, and those around me do not suffer the slings and arrows of my manic mood swings.

The saddest part of my first outbreak of HappyPillitus was the after crying at the lunchtime edition of neighbours, I would then take my seat at 5.25 for the tea-time repeat, praying that it would be happier than the lunch time one??

Figure that.


Sunday, November 25, 2007

When your world is full of strange arrangements..

Wow. Busy Weekend.

Making the most of every minute. Got up, helped Stevo with Paper round, had brekkie, drove to Edinburgh.

Farmers Market on Castle Terrace...... German Market at the National Galleries, Lunch in Filing Station.... poor service and poor chips!

Bought the most fantstic Vodka Liqueur from Demijohn Fudge from the farmers market, Ostrich Burgers, Hats, Sweets, Nuts. We walked miles. It was brilliant.

Got home about 5, grabbed a chinese, and settled down with a bottle of Vin. Si had some beer, Eilidh had strawberry whips! Steven went out with keith and Andy... ended up out all night! I almost passed out about 11, (I think, can't really remember), and woke up this morning with mad aching head. Had several lovely cups of tea, and a bacon buttie, before I was able to drag myself from my pit), after watched Charmed. I was late to this programme, but I lurve it! I haven't watched an eposide I haven't lurved!

Then headed to Irvine to get the shopping, highly entertained on the way by new GPS.... heh heh heh - it comes with the IPAQ. What a giggle. Best laugh is driving away from where Dave wants you to go. He gets quite agitated.

Back home, sort the tea, register my airmiles...... have tea.

Just fnished watching Heros. Am so tempted to read the web site, and find out what happens in last two episodes, but shouldn't really. Wait and Watch... wait and watch....

Will have to get stuck in about the christmas shopping...... it's coming soon. December at the end of the week!


Friday, November 23, 2007

Doin Doo Wop Be Dooby Do Aye

Friday Night is mad night!

Si to Scouts, Steven and Eilidh to orchestra. I do the housework (snigger snigger), I brush the floor, hoover, fold the ironing, and maybe if I'm good, plump up the cushions on the couch.

I did have really good intentions, but When I come in on Friday, and the kids have gone out, and then Si goes, the quiet is too nice to miss, and I like to just sit, sit and be quiet for a little while. It happens so rarely.

So that's what I'v e been doing, and now... am just about to start running round in a mad panic to get the place looking like maybes aye, I have been doing something!

tee hee.

The Friday 5

If a really, really good photographer — the kind who always makes you look good and still look like you — were to take your photo right now, what would be a good title for it? O M G Get Your Hair Coloured.

If that photo were so good it belonged on the cover of a magazine, what would be a good choice, based on where you are and what you’re doing? Saga - Look Oldies, are Getting Younger - How Grey is She

If you took an interesting or aesthetically pleasing photo of something in your view right now, what might it be, and what would its title be? Arran on a Frosty Morning (see my Dylcruz)

Among people you know, who seems to have a knack for taking great shots of people? Peter the Ribbeck.... see also and search people "rvzpeter"

Are you usually happier with candid photos of you, or photos you’ve posed for? Photos I've posed for, then I can tip my head back, and you wouldn't see double chin, or grey hairs!

But The Fire is So Delightful

Yes, it is getting to that stage. It was so cold this morning, that I fell asleep again, snuggled under the blankets! Well actually that is not why I fell asleep again, that was just because I was really really sleepy, but the thought of the cold outside, just made me sneak further under the covers. I could quite happily have stayed there all day.

Steven was out at a party last night and football training. Where he gets his energy from I have no idea! Eilidh was studying.... that's excellent isn't it! Can't get Steven to pick up a book!

Flip, well I'd better get on and go and get dried off before I leave to go to work... just the hairy head, that's all. I have fun ahead of me today. Sending my Motorola Rzrv off to get replaced, and taking my IPAQ

Later, Dudes.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Still See that Tackle By Moore and When Linaker Scored....

Oh Shit.

England are playing Croatia. They have to draw or win to get thru to the European Cup next year. Presently they are 1-2 down. It is disastrous. Croatia scored twice in first 14 minutes.

My husband is in pieces on the edge of the couch.

I have to say it isn't looking likely.

Bring Back Gazza.


You're Just Too Good To be True......

K, has got a droopy Eye.

She tells me that it is her Right eye. Now I'm looking at this picture, and I'm seeing Left Eye? I am assuming the Droopy Eye, is not the Bright, Wide Open Left Eye?


Can anyone suggest (a), which eye it is, and (B) what has caused it?

I don't Feel Like Dancing, no Sir No Dancing today


I'm trying, really really, trying, but honestly. tap nearly finished me tonight.

I'm sitting here in a state of shock. Bloody Hell. So much exercise and torture in 60 short minutes.

Flipping hairies.


Tuesday, November 20, 2007

I wanna eat cake ...............

A CAke!

Like what you said.

And some will take eternity to believe..........

Time is passing too fast. Does anyone else notice this?

When I was 7, I remember thinking that I was never going to get thru School, because time was dragging so slowly! I thought, "jeez, another 11 years of this!" Now I'm sitting thinking that was 36 years ago.... Where did it all go? I've been with Simon 21 years, and a bit. It seems like yesterday I met him, but no, it's been all that time. My babies.... they aren't babies, 13, and 16 years! It's all I can do to crush more and more into each day in an attempt to slow down the movement of time.

Monday, November 19, 2007

smack, just one kiss and I was outta whack

There it's gone AGAIN.

Friday night arrived, really quickly, and zoom - Monday morning was there twice as fast!

I took Eilidh and Laurie down to Guide Camp on Friday night. It was just a wee short one - an opening had come up and they took it.

Then I came home and settled in to Children In Need. Some of it was rubbish (Mostly the STV contribution), but some of it was highly amusing!

Si came in at 9.45 and the three of us sat til 1 am watching the activities!

Up early on Saturday morning, Steven had a volleyball training sess in Glasgow. Si and I dropped him off and then went for a bimble around the town.

After up and down Sauchiehall street, and about an hour in Waterstons (where I came up with the full name of K and My Shop - Aurora Borealis Buck Bean Books), we headed out to Kelvingrove. I wanted to see the funny heads! Wow! They were funny.

We had something to eat in the museum restaurant - a rather nice little Sweet Potato and Prawn Soup... yummy, and freshly baked roll.

We headed over to the kelvin hall then, and watched Steven knock his pan out at Volleyball. My gawd he doesn't half bounce around that pitch. I don't know where he gets the energy.

We realised he wasnt' going to finish anytime soon, so we had a donner round the Transport Museum - much disgusted to realise that the cars they had in the Vintage Section were actually cars we have driven about in, during what seems to us, the recent past! How Depressing.

Steven called to say he had finished and we headed home - the rain was pouring by this time, and I could barely see the road. Eilidh came home about 6.30, and we sat in for the night -well we did. Steven headed out again, much to his sister's disgust. The Volleyball club were having a fund raising night at the Ardneil hotel, and he was "obliged" to go. Ha puff, was he, he just wanted to go to the pub!

He staggered in about 1215, pretending desperately that he hadn't been drinking! huh, yeah, neither he had! Straight to bed. Out for the count!

On Sunday, He had volleyball again. A school match this time. Dropped him off at 10.30, then headed off for the Shopping, came back, dropped off some lunch for him, and headed into the town. Wintertainment was in full flow, Santa's, facepainting, pipe bands and majorettes a plenty. And for the first time in probably 15 years, Santa didn't make it in on the helicopter. The Helicopter got called away on an emergency, so Santa got dropped off by Life boat instead! I only ever went to see the sailors on the Helicopter.

Eilidh was face painting with the Guides! Wintertainment just isn't the same without wee people to keep you going. We headed off up the road, lacking in Christmas spirit!

And there endeth, my weekend AGAIN!


Saturday, November 17, 2007

The Friday 5 ...... on Saturday........

Have you ever considered running away from home? Yes I have. three years ago. I was v. v. unhappy, and running away definitely felt like a good idea.

Have you ever actually run away from home? (If so, for how long?) Nope.

What would make you want to run away from home? Desperation

What would you do if a friend ran away to your house? Phone whoever they had ran away from, tell them they were okay. Get them drunk, reassure them and then SEND THEM HOME.

If you were going to run away from home, where would you go?
Paris........Wee Hotel in the Montmatre.....and drink wine.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Keep an Open Mind Until the Day Sets In

Is Wednesday, and for those of you keeping up, both kids did come home on Saturday night. Eilidh spent most of the evening grading those who were snogging. Who looked right / who didn't. Very education. She had a ball and was all flushed when she came in. I think there may have been a few pecks on the cheek at the very least!

Steven finally arrived home about 12.30!!! I was going frantic. He phoned and told me he was setting off at 1120 - and since Steph only stays along the road (about 1 mile) I really was expecting him before midnight. When I phoned at 1220 he explained that Steph's dad wanted to drive them home and so they were waiting their turn. - Here they all are in all their glory! James Bond, Waitress, Hippy, Surgeon, Poirrot, Pirate, Mini Mouse, Cowboy, Kissing Booth, Bunch of Grapes (yes really) - and John McLaine... Die Hard (with the Ailien Antenna). tee hee.

Sunday past in a blur as always. I was having a lie in while the rest of the family headed to the Remembrance Parade. Then I got a text to say that Eilidh was Flag Bearer, and Steven was Laying the Wreath for the Scouts, so I dived up, dragged clothes on, and managed to get down the town in time to see them all.

Then it was Football, and the shopping..... Steven was frozen on the way home (so was I, but I'm not going to complain, I sat most of the match in the car.

Finally we got home, had a curry - no one could be arsed cooking. And sat and chilled in front of the tv!

Tonight is Steven's parents' night at school. I am NOT looking forward to this!

Sunday, November 11, 2007

And I am feeling a little peculiar....................

Is November. Is almost December, which means almost Christmas. Amazing.

I haven't done any Christmas Shopping but I found a lovely catelogue last night and rowsed the web page. I think it is a company set up by someone who won the lottery and just wanted to sell things they liked, with no regard for market forces. Very nice.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

I hope life treats you kind .................

My baby has just gone out to a party. A real party where there will be boys and kissing. She looked FANTASTIC. I bent all her hair (I can't call it curled), and she chose her own clothes and did her make up . Oh Wow. My baby has grown up. All Grown Up!

My other baby is just about to go out. Is going as James Bond to costume party. Is very particular about his appearance and this suits him just fine.

There are more and more nights now, where Si and me are left sitting in, either waiting to go and pick up, or waiting for the drop off. We're not quite at that stage yet where we can go out and leave them to it, but it's definitely approaching. I'm quite sad about that.

It's odd but just recently I've been having resigned thoughts about not having any more babies - this is a mad thought, because I had my womb removed 3 years ago..... and it never bothered me at the time. My body clock is obviously still throwing out the signals and telling me that time "would be" running out.

I loved my wee slugs! I always remember the nurse saying to me in the hospital, did I need to speak to the psychologist, because my baby was beautiful, not a slug", but they were always wee slugs to me... That's what I miss most, my slug hugs.


Friday, November 09, 2007

The Friday 5

From The Friday 5 :

What’s something that’s hanging from your ceiling?

There is in fact a spider hanging from the ceiling in the hall. I'm inclined to leave it there because my husband says that Spiders are good for getting rid of flies, and I hate flies more than I hate spiders. As long as it stays in the hall I don't mind. If it was in the bedroom, it would have to be peacefully removed. When I was confined to bed when expecting my son, I had sciatica, and I lay one night and watched as a spider arrived in the ward thru an open window (bearing in mind the ceilings were about 20 feet high), and crawled across the ceiling until it came to rest right above my bed. And then.... dangled, and dangled a bit more, and then Jumped straight onto my bed. They thought I had gone into Labour I was howling so much!

What’s something that’s hanging on your wall?
I have lovely photo of Taffy a big white dog who lives in our Turkey office. He is wearing a Beneteau skippers hat. He's very very cute.

What’s something that’s hanging in your closet?
A very spectacular corset type top which I am hoping I can get into for Christmas!

What’s hanging from your rear-view mirror? (for those without cars, what’s something hanging from the rear-view mirror of a car you’ve recently ridden in?) There were a pair of furry dice, with cow hide (thanks K), but they have gone in favour of Yankee scent car freshener. Coconut Beach! Yummy.

What have you been hanging onto for too long? Everything I hang on to is precious. I wouldn't hang onto it if it wasnt. I have attic full of hanging on to stuff. Including box of letters sent back and forward to husband while he was in Navy. Love it!

Thursday, November 08, 2007

Im wide awake and I can see the

You know that feeling you get when you have a decision to make, and you aren't sure which way to go......Or when you know something is niggling at you and you can't resolve it?

The feeling that that generates, I call the Undertoad.

I got that word from the Book, "The World According to Garp", by John Irvine.

It is perfect description of the feeling. I can say to my husband "oaft, I've got an undertoad", and he sits me down and says "what's bothering you", and we work out together why the undertoad is sitting there, and once we've worked it out, it goes away.

I love that Book, if you get the chance you should read it. Is very thought provoking. (Well for me anyways).

We called our first cat Garp, after the book. It was such a good name for her, she could even say it, "Garrrup".

Bummer, I miss Garp. .

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

30 things............................................

1. Name one person who made you laugh last night? Steven made me laugh. He invented the "runes" in Ancient Peru... amongst other things. Quite ernestly!

2. What were you doing at 0800? Showering

3. What were you doing 30 minutes ago? Driving home from Football Practice

4. What happened to you in 2006? .........lots of things. Eilidh started Secondary School. Steven went to Kandersteg

5. What was the last thing you said out loud? "Do you really understand this?" (steven is showing me his chemistry homework? Eh?)

6. How many beverages did you have today? Several. About 7 pints of water

7. What color is your hairbrush? Black

8. What was the last thing you paid for? A Mariane Keyes Book in ASda - very good value at £3.50.

9. Where were you last night? Here, Lauri's, Muirhead Community Centre, here, Marr College, Here, Muirhead Community Centre, Lauri's, Here. It was quite busy last night.

10. What color is your front door? White

11. Where do you keep your change? In the bottom of my bag.

12. What’s the weather like today? Was blustery. Like A Pooh Day.

13. What’s the best ice-cream flavor? o m g - The kilmarnock shop vanilla.

14. What excites you? Simon

15. Do you want to cut your hair? No Is beautiful just now.

16. Are you over the age of 25? Yes InDeedy

17. Do you talk a lot? Yes In Deedy

18. Do you watch the O.C.? What is the OC?

19. Do you know anyone named Steven? My Son is Named Steven

20. Do you make up your own words? Yes I do. Abso-bleeding-lutely.

21. Are you a jealous person? Yes I am. No one come neareth my husband.

22. Name a friend whose name starts with the letter ‘A’. I thought about it, andI don't have a friend by that initial. If I can't think of them now, then they can't be a good friend.

23. Name a friend whose name starts with the letter ‘K’. KIRSTY

24. Who’s the first person on your received call list? Grans Latest

25. What does the last text message you received say? " "I'll keep you to that X"

26. Do you chew on your straw? Nope

27. Do you have curly hair? Yes

28. Where’s the next place you’re going to? Bed

29. Who’s the rudest person in your life? Kirsty. She is immensely rude.

30. What was the last thing you ate? Peanut M&Ms

31. Will you get married in the future? I am married. Don't intend leaving him for anyone else.

32. What’s the best movie you’ve seen in the past 2 weeks? The Wedding Singer (Again)

33. Is there anyone you like right now? Yes, my husband. My daughter and my son.

34. When was the last time you did the dishes? this morning

35. Are you currently depressed? . No, I take many happy pills to stop me being depressed.

36. Did you cry today? No

Monday, November 05, 2007

If I have half a chance I grab it, rabbit run...

We had near disaster on Sunday.

Rabbits discovered hole under shed on Saturday. Si and I ran around like lunatics trying to find them, and I had just left the garden to look down the drive, when I spotted a wee white bum tail sticking out under the shed. It took Eilidh and me an hour to entice them out and stick them back in their shed! Bad Buns.

Last night though in the midst of Firework Hell (Our neighbours were letting off rockets right left and centre - three hit my car) Blue disappeared. We thought we had covered the hole and had looked as far as we could see under the shed, with no sign of him. Eilidh decided that he had gotten out into Christine's garden next door, so we headed off and looked round, but with no success and the biggest fear that they would have escaped from Christine's garden into the playing field beyond. Steven and I wandered round the park but with no obvious sign of the rabbit and so we came back resigned to the fact that we may have lost a Bun.

Steven however was having none of it and began to move the wood piled up along side the shed, and managed to wheedle out posts which were stashed under the shed. Then a shout went up! He found him. Sitting bang slap in the middle of the ground under the shed, inbetween the sleepers. Wee buggar.

Steven sat outside until the cheeky bun decided to try and make a break for it, at which point Stevo rugby tackled him and threw him quite undignified back into his bed.

One Found Bun

Two Relieved weans!

Friday, November 02, 2007

You to me are Everything....... Oh Baby

Heavens, I love my husband. Oh yes, I do.

I met him at lunchtime, just for a coffee, not for anything naughty, and see for having just spent 30 minutes with him in the middle of the day - I'm all happy.

I think that after 21 years, that is something of an achievement.

We had a giggle in the coffee shop, wow ASDA has a lot to answer for.. (helping me maintain my marriage). - laughing at how Eilidh has inherited her Gran's radar ears. We were trying to have a quiet conversation at the door this morning on his way out, and eagle ears was sitting at the top of the stairs, ears glowing with the effort of straining to hear what we were saying!! Ha ha She's not going to know.

We also had a giggle about Steven. He has a Fancy Dress party tomorrow night, and is stuck for costume. Then we seen a Dinner Suit, yeah, ASDA is stocking Tux's at £19.00 .... and we thought. James Bond. He would love that!

All in all - good day so far. I have a Reiki night tonight, so I'm heading up there straight after work, so I'll see my wee family later on, after they've all finished their activities!


The Friday 5 - O M G

If you were on a game show and could phone a friend for help, who would your lifelines be for sports: Stevo
arts & music: Eilidh
literature: Kirst
history and geography: Si
science: Si

When you need someone with muscles to help you with a task, who’s the first one you call? Si, obviously

When you need some creative help with ideas for a project, who’s the first person you call?
Kirst - she has the maddest ideas in the world

When you have a moral dilemma and need advice, on whom do you rely most? Strangely enough. Kirst. She has enough moral dilemmas, and works herself into a state over the weirdest things that when you present her with a pretty straightforward moral dilemma she is pretty damn straight to the point on it!

When you need to know the best way to get somewhere, which of your directionally-gifted friends do you call upon first? Not Kirst. She gets lost using the Tom Tom. No Si, because he is a male, males don't do directions. Probably the internet, in fact definitely the Internet.


Thursday, November 01, 2007

Cause we're really gonna rock tonight .....

Oh my god.

Tap last night. Flipping Michael Jackson and the Jackson Five. Hop Shuffle Hops! I think I've pulled a muscle in my groin we did so many of them.

I don't think I have sweated so much in ages. Who'd have thought that Tap Dancing provided such a work out? I always feel better for it tho - even despite the fact I had to drive home in the rain with both windows open in the car trying desperately to get some oxygen into my lungs.

Was Halloween and I think Amy had been possessed by Evil Dance Doctor. She kept us going over and over and over. We all had v. sore legs - and very hot faces! Jeesus!

When I got home, Children were all gone. Steven to Scouts, Eilidh out Guising. I sat and had a toastie whilst stil trying to regain my breath. A group of Guisers came to the door and I just handed out their goodie bags. I really couldn't be bothered listening to 6 versions of whatever they were going to do. I was really shattered.

Am still tired tonight, but am just going to sort out the kitchen, and the washing and then, I'm heading out for a wee jog..... bear that in mind Wee-Devil.. .... Me Jog You Text.

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

A hole in your head.................

Not Sugababes. U2.

7.00 am Woke this morning with a blinder of a headache. Took a couple of tablets hopeful that I had got it early enough. Woke at 9.10 still aching, thought, have a cup of tea and toast, see if it gets better, half way thru toast, felt like puking. Fell asleep again. Woke at 12. Still couldn't lift head off pillow. Woke at 2, came down for cup of tea. Sat for 30 minutes, started to keel again. Back to bed. Woke at 4 with Steven coming in. Had a cup of tea. Lay back down again.

Now 1935, and finally have been upright for about an hour. Still not feeling great, but better than I was. Am going to jump, well walk slowly into the shower.

Jees. Just had coughing fit to frighten the french there. Jees. That was nasty.

Night Night

Monday, October 29, 2007

help me make the most of freedom......

God Help me. Guess what I've just done.

Been out for a run.

Yes. Pant Pant Pant Pant. I was only out from 8.43, until 9.03 which is only twenty minutes. Is that right? Christ I can't even think any more. I ran a minute, walked for 90 seconds, ran another minute, walked for 90 seconds, ran almost another minute, I think I got to 52 second, and then walked for 2 minutes, and then ran a last minute and then staggered back.

Jeeeeesus. I am only just getting my breath back.

I think I bounced my baby belly (yes, is still there after 13 years - my babies were ginormous and stretched my belly out of all proportion - nothing to do with me being fat bird), right out of it's correct place (i.e, lying all floppy where my tight abs should be). And now, it's numb. Which is good. I could do some lipo tonight with the vacuum? maybe?

Additionally I think I can pinpoint now, the blockage in my intestine, I could feel it pressing against my left hip. Heavens the things your body tells you when you move it.

Shit. I think I'm going to have to go and lie down.


Put your head against my life.............What do you hear?

PC was knacked yesterday. Not quite sure what was wrong with it, but is working again now, well it was this morning, hence my absence yesterday.

Had my lovely rose tinted bath on Saturday night, together with a v. big glass of wine and a bag of crisps, followed by several other big glasses of wine which left me rather plished to say the least.

Woke up on Sunday Morning feeling like trash. But a couple of Co-proxamol later and a roll in salt and vinegar crisps I was feeling great. Well Better.

Saturday, October 27, 2007

Don't know what's come over you..............

So there I was feeling sorry for myself, husband away all last weekend playing with the Scouts, and then this weekend he is working...... so I'm feeling sorry for him. But then I think to myself. Aw. It's the firework display next weekend. Nice event in Troon. Run by the local Round Table, or Rotary (maybe it's the same thing). Loads of Fireworks, no music, luminous bands and sparklers. So I thought, we'd walk down to that, watch the fireworks, then bimble along to the pub and have a drink or two to chase the cold away.

But then, he says, "I'm away next weekend". He's playing with the Scouts again!!!

Oh Wow. Big Hot Bubbly Bath, Glass of Red Wine and A Magazine for Me tonight!

Poor Wee Soul.


Friday, October 26, 2007

The Friday 5

The Friday 5

Of peace, joy, love, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, humility, and self-control, which are you most lacking?
Self Control - Show me a Multi-Pack of Crisps and I'll show you my mouth!

Of peace, joy, love, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, humility, and self-control, which are you most blessed with?
Goodness. I'm totally a good person. I stopped wishing death on people years ago.

The Scout Law says that a scout is trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean, and reverent. Which of these are relative strengths for you?
Courteous. Every day I always do one courteous thing. I'm working on a Pass it on theory. I do a courteous deed, and that person should feel compelled to do one on!

Which of the elements in the Scout Law are relative weaknesses for you?
Thrifty - ha ha ha ha ha I'm the opposite. Show me a purse, I'll show you NO money.

If you were to create a list-type law, such as the Scout Law, for your occupation, what might it look like?
A Book-keeper should be honest, agressive, demanding, spoilt, and charming to speak to.


Moving sidewalks, I don't see under my feet.....

Is cold and wet, and very dark.

Clocks go back this weekend, which is cool. We get a longer lie on Sunday? Maybe? I think I'm still missing my hour from March when they went forward!

I wish it wasn't quite as wet, I can cope with cold and wind, but the wet just makes it sooo soggy.

I promised K that I would take up jogging tonight, and to be honest, I actually feel quite like doing it. If it wasn't quite so wet I'd be even keener. I just feel the need to get out and exercise a bit. Maybe a wee jog round the estate will do me some good. Roll on me, with the Web Cam when I come back!


Thursday, October 25, 2007

Pamela Is Brill!

Look What Pamela Did to me!!!

I said, "chop it all off". And she did! But is Brilliant.

Am so pleased.


Am Delighted!

Proud of her features, she kept herself pretty

I'm getting more and more aware of the advance of years and the effect, (and toll) it is taking on my bod and face!

The bod needs more work, and less food for sure, but the face... mmmm. Getting "lived in", but I think it is still managable.

I did the full works the other night. Face Wax, ARGHHHH - Does that not ever get any less sore; plucking.... jeesus. Who thought these up, and then a face pack. One of the Gel types which you then pull off, in a oner if you are clever.

I even went so far as to buy make up. I haven't worn make up at work for years, which I think is a good thing. It means that when I go out in the evening then the people I work beside are ecstatic at the effort I have made to look nice, even tho I have only slapped on a layer of lippy and a bit of eye liner!

I'm not gorgeous by any stretch of the imagination - I look too much like my dad - hence handsome may be more apt description - but I like to think I have a certain appeal. I laugh a lot which I think has helped the face keep it's elasticity but has resulted in laughter lines around my eyes. But I think I've always had them. But i think it's the laughing which makes me a more attractive person. Surely anyone who smiles, is more attractive and welcoming than someone who frowns all the time?

Anyhoos - I'll carry on with the night cream, and the face packs and hopefully less food and more exercise will result in a body fit for the happy face. If Tap was anything to go by I'll be burning hundreds of calories over the next couple of weeks. - more about that later.


Wednesday, October 24, 2007

She just has to smile to blow my cares away

No 1 Daughter has got into the Hockey team for Saturday.

Yeah! I hoped she would. When she sets her mind to something she normally gets it! She only took up hockey in August. Had a couple of practises and then spent her birthday money on Hockey stick, shin pads, mouth gard, bag etc, and has been practising hard ever since hoping that she would get in.

So on Saturday, it's up at 8, to get her up to the pitch. I'm not even sure if it is home or away, but that doesn't matter, - she was just beaming last night when I went in, and that was enough to make me happy.

Maybe I'm wrong but I always seem to make my kids prepare for the worst, but then the BEST happens. Maybe I'm a pessimist, but I don't think so. I just don't want to build my kids up, only for them to be kicked down by someone else. By asking them just to do as much as they are capable of, with as much enthusiasm as possible and if they do that, I'm happy. That's all I ask.

I, as their mum, of course think that everything that they do is UNBELIEVABLY wonderful, but I'm also aware that I am biased, and preparing them for disappointment in the cruel world outside my arms is part of my job I think.

How lovely it is for me then, to be proved wrong so many times, and that my belief that my kids are FANTASTIC is totally backed up by everyone else who experiences their enthusiasm and confidence.

I love being a mum.


Sunday, October 21, 2007

Ive thrown away the blues...........

But not really. I think they will always be there, but so long as I keep taking the pills, they'll stay in the background!

Really Busy day this morning so far. Am exhausted. Is only 1215, and I got up at 7.20am, got Steven breakfast and dropped him at Monkton for a lift to Wishaw. Then I came home and did his paper round. Ross his stand-in is away camping with Si and the rest of the Scouts. My Gawd. Stevo did the right thing giving Ross Sunday's papers. Jeesus. I had the car, and I was still struggling.

Then I went and got the shopping. That in itself wasn't so bad. I got round in about an hour, but then it took me another hour to get out. I met Jacqui at the door, and after wandering around, we went for a coffee, then I got downstairs, and I almost bumped into a girl I worked with at RP.... I casually walked the wrong way round, but then walked in to Annie Pants, who I worked with at Sirius. ... Jeesus. She is just about to stop on maternity leave.... I couldn't believe it. she has eleven weeks to go and looks absolutely fantastic. I stood and gabbed to her for AGES, and then turned and walked away and walked straight into Janey from Tap! She tells me she is moving up to intermediate tap!!! bummer. I had a good giggle with her.

I'm still coping quite well.

Saturday, October 20, 2007

I get up, and nothing gets me down. .........

There is something prolific about Van Halen, dontcha think?

My Baby has come home. She has aged while she has been away, and I think my Baby is gone for ever.

Don't get me wrong, she hasn't been doing anything BAD. She has just discovered her independence and that she can exist quite happily without the direct support of us each day! Look at her, glowing!

Aw. I'm really proud of her.


Friday, October 19, 2007

The Friday 5

What would be a good collective name for your family, as in “A _____ of Joneses?”
A Ship of Cruses.
What would be a good collective name for your closest group of friends?
A basket of Cases!
What would be a good collective name for the stuff in your desk?
A Pile of *&^%
What would be a good collective name for your next-door neighbors?
a Bed of Bolsters
What would be a good collective name for the people in your line of work, as in “A _____ of accountants?
A Bevvy of Book-keepers. (we're notoriously more fun than Accountants!)

Life is good......... wild and sweet

I took my honey out last night.

Was his birthday.

For starters we went to the Scottish Good Home Show Exhibition!!!!

Hmmm Yes. Well. I bought him 3 tubs of curry sauce, which was VERY nice. (We had loads of tasters). Then I bought my mum a birthday present (she told me what to buy), and yes mum, my nail is still very shiney and smooth. Then I bought a pair of immense snippers for the garden. They cut thru everything, probably my finger, and they are French. Which is okay in my book.

We had a lovely walk along the Clyde. Never seen any bodies, so we could say "Thurs bin a murder".

Then we went to Cafe Andaluz which was lovely.

Si was a bit warey at first, doesn't like new places, but very much enjoyed his Calamares, Lamb something... which was suspiciously like a haggis cube, my chicken in honey and batter, and fried fish, and the shared Spanish Roll with Chili sauce. Yum.

The Creme Brulee was to die for, and we almost did. They served us enough to serve 6 probably, and the pigs that we are - we ate it. Then I blinded Si with the Flash on my phone. Excellent eh? He's not bad for 47!!!!!!

I sung Si happy birthday and then we had a bimble back to the car, and came home.


Baby coming home tonight!.

First Baby going to play in the Power League in Volleyball.... How cool is he!

Thursday, October 18, 2007

To show just how much we love you........

Happy Birthday To You.

My Love, More Than

Sorry About the Card, and the flipping Postal Strike.

Will Make it up to You... Later. Promise

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

This is our lives on holiday............

is friday!

Well it's not really. Is my Friday. I'm off Thursday and Friday AND Monday, so technically I'm off for a week! Excellent. Then only 4 days, and I have another Weekend!


Tooli Belle is still checking in each night and seems to been having a ball. Tan is coming along nicely and she is swimming and eating stacks every day. Her greatest problem is that she can't decide what to buy her dad! I'm sure she'll find something for him.

Steven is hitting the hights of Glasgow everyday - Volleyball coaching at the Kelvin Hall. Didn't appear home last night until 6.15pm - was wandering around Glasgow City Centre having a shop. oh the life of it! Eh?

Anyhoos. Still at work. Have ALL Day to get thru, and a pile of work building up on my desk. Better get on.

Monday, October 15, 2007

We like to put ourselves on the line .......

We got up at 5 on Saturday morning, that is me and the boys. I dropped them at the Airport and went home to bed.
I got back up at 1030, and coloured my roots, and by 1.30 was on the train to Glasgow to meet up with Kirst.
I was there early and was subjected to many many Scots fans being marched thru the station onward to their train taking them to Hampden. As my boys were away to watch their country play, so too were the majority of men in Glasgow. What a nightmare. I was so embarassed to be Scottish. The only saving grace was that they were in Glasgow, surrounded by like-minded Glasweigians so I think they all thought it was okay. What is it about men in Kilts, who, after they have had a pint think it is okay to get their bits out. I seen so many willy's and arses on Saturday I can't count them. Additionally they seem to think, because they have easy access with Kilts on, that they can pee anywhere, at any time, oblivous to anyone walking past. I don't want to see men pee'ing in public thank you. Especially not facing me, at the door of a train as I try to escape without being pee'd on.

We opted for Cafe Uno. Which in itself looking back was probably a mistake. Italian food middle of the day, is only going to result in us being unable to eat for the rest of the day. Good or Bad, which ever way you want to look at it. I had Calamares for starters which was lovely, until I got to the bottom of the bowl, where the little calamares were, unlike the loops of chopped calamares, we had little ones with little tentacles (I nearly said testicals), waving at me, so I was unable to continue. Kirst had Stuffed Giant Mushrooms. First off - Not Giant. 2" across does not consitute GIANT. For a mushroom to be declared "GIANT", we have to have something at least 1' across. Secondly, Goats Cheese, Kirst discovered is not the same as "Cheese". and she promptly scooped it out after discovering that she didn't like it, and threw it on my plate. The parma ham and garlic was lovely tho, as was the slightly larger than a button mushroom.

Next course, I opted for salmon with Tagliatele. Big mistake. I was going to have the Salmon, but the ITALIAN woman (Kirst said she was Romanian), told me the pasta was better. Wrong. Less Salmon, MORE pasta. Couldn't eat it. You know what Pasta is like. Your stomach expands at twice the rate the pasta does in the pan. The aspargus tips and salmon in it were Gorg tho. Kirst had pancakes, stuffed with something, covered in cheese sauce. It looked like Lasagne, and to be honest, I think it probably was. Rolled up lasagne sheets. Then Pud.
I opted for my Favourite. Tiramisu, which Kirst says, is boring. But it wasn't it was lovely and cakey - and coffeey and alcoholly. Kirst had a sundae. See Picture. It was Massive. And SHE ATE IT ALL.

After, we were too full to do anything else, especially not drink.

So we went for a wander around the Gallery of Modern Art.

I'm sorry, maybe we aren't intellectual enough to appreciate it, but it was truely pap. That would be Pap, as in Rubbish, and not pap, as in Papal. (not Paypal), by the Way. First exhibit was Sectarianism, which is rife in Glasgow and most of Scotland.

However, all it did was emphasise the problem. It wasn't doing anything to make it better. Second floor, was light bulbs dangling from ceiling at odd angle with bent bed and bin (also bent). Couldn't work out what it was telling us. Third exhibit, and by this time we were totally confused, included a bike with what looked like a lap top strapped to it, and two pieces of metal, tied to the ceiling by what looked like a couple of pairs of tights. This apparently was representative of the divisions in Scotland over the issue of Hunting????? Eh? Exactly?

We left somewhat unfulfilled, and to make matters worse, the chap who sits outside, was without his traffice cone! Oh - Is Duke of Wellington. Should have realised that eh? To make up for my disappointment, I've found a picture.

We decided to go to the Pictures because we were so stuffed, walking around was hurting. It was that or going to one of the cheapy hotels which allow you to rent rooms b y the hour... (I wonder why), and have a sleep. But Kirst was in one of her lesbean moments, and I didn't feel like living up to her expectations then.

I now pronounce you Chuck and Larry was the choice. It wasn't bad, it wasn't good. There were some good giggles, but mostly it was great because we got to slob out in a couple of chairs. And, of course the view from the top of the cinema (12 floors up) across the city was lovely.

After that, we made our way back to the station, diving in between the dancing Scots. It was quite scarey. The station was a nightmare, kilted, face painted Scots everywhere singing at the tops of their voices - not any song recognisable as "scottish", more Nursery Rhymes. The train was just as bad.
Home was a quiet relief. And of course, coming home to a Happy Message from Eilidh in Tenerife made my day!

Saturday, October 13, 2007

Cause he thinks she melts when he touches her.

Here's my chocolate boy. I cannot believe that this little cuddle bun is the same chap standing next to my 6' husband this morning and was towering about 5' above him.

It's five o'clock in the morning, the city is awaking

Yeah, Am up at 5am. Had a lovely sleep, but needs must.

Eilidh in Tenerife..... Si and Stevo going to England Match at W-E-M-B-E-L-E-Y.

So here I am, up, waiting for them to get out the shower and dressed and I'm taking them to the Hairyport. And then, oh yes, will be coming back, and going to ma bed! I love my bed, and I don't even have to do the paper round!

Later on, am meeting up with Wee Devil and we are Eating!!!! We love Eating.


O M G - Am back from dropping them. Am so tired. Heading back to bed, with a glass of milk, a paper and a bar of chocolate. This is my FREE Saturday, so I can do what I want!.

Friday, October 12, 2007

Friday 5 - 12th October

What was the last thing you baked? bread. I only bake bread. Eilidh is the cake baker. I can do roasting and boiling, but Baking is not my strong point. I live with the memory of my GingerBread Cake from school being thrown out the back door for the birds, and after tackling it for 2 minutes, a seagull shook (yes, it did), it's head and flew off, leaving my Liver-Resembling Gingerbread on the ground.

What was the last thing you tried on for size? All my clothes in my wardrobe, every day, just in case I've shrunk and can fit into something, or grown and unable to fit into anything.

What was the last thing you purchased on credit? erm....... Everything?

What was the last thing you put a postage stamp on? A music Stand I sold for Si on Ebay. - One of a lot of 16! Anyone want one... going all in eight quid with postage. Mail Me!

What was the last thing you took a photo of? The Apples on the Tree in the Garden. They are soooo big and gorgeous I thought I'd catch them before the bunnies ate them all!

Even food don't taste that good, drink ain't doing what it should

Last night my baby left to go on Holiday with her Friend to Tenerife.

Apart from Guide Camps (She wouldn't go on Brownie Camps), this is the first time she has been away from us for this length of time. I'm wondering if this is the real reason I have been feeling bad. I have been worrying about my baby going away.

I took yesterday off so that I could get her all packed and sorted, and as the hour drew closer to her departure, she became increasingly quiet and withdrawn. I had her sit beside me and I teased her a while, and then brushed her hair into two plaits. As I finished and gave her a hug, her wee face crumpled, and the tears started to flow. She was going to miss us so much, was all I could get out of her.

The fact that her brother gave her a hug unthreatened before he left for Volleyball told me, that despite his teasing and celebratory dances, he too was going to miss her presence around the house. Dad sat there, quiet saying nothing. I knew he too, was seconds away from breaking. His baby, going away without him. O M G No one tells you being a parent is this hard.

The gang arrived for her bang on 8, and she said nothing as she got up with her bag. We met them at the door and passed over all the necessary papers, and passports. We laughed about Lori being so hyper, and Eilidh just smiled.

One last big hug from both of us, and off she went.

Only then, did I let a wee tear go.

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Through autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way

I love this time of year. I love the smell in the air, the leaves being crunchy underfoot, and the changing colours all around me.

For two years, in the early part of our relationship, Si was on the other Side of the World from me (like KT), and I spent Autumn mornings strolling round being melancholy. I was sorry that Si was missing such a gorgeous time of year.

One morning early, in 1988, while Si was roasting in anti-flash gear at the front of a Destroyer in the Gulf I got up about 6 am and had a stroll round Pittencrief Park in Dunfermline and watched the Squirrels scamper about and the sun coming thru the trees and the birds singing their early morning song. It was so perfect I wanted to capture it for Si. So I scooped up as many leaves, in as many colours as I could carry and took them back to my room and put them in an envelope and posted them straight off to him.

Of course, when they arrived 2 weeks later, they had dried out, and as he opened the envelope a shower of dried up leaves and soil fell out of the envelope. But he knew what it was, and knew I was sending him Autumn. It was as good as a hug.

Didn't give the rest of the mess as good a laugh as the porn mag covered in melted chocolate!


Tuesday, October 09, 2007

You told me it would last forever

So, today I was feeling odd. Not too sure why.

One school of thought was that it may be that the flu jab of yesterday afternoon having kicked in.

The other school believed that perhaps since I stopped taking my happy pills quite some time ago now I may have just dropped back in to the real world, which may explain the voices in my head.

Weird huh?

Going for a walk now.

Monday, October 08, 2007

For the Past has been bottled, and labelled with love

I hired a private detective once. Truly I did.

I was in to the third year of my relationship with Si, and his ex-wife to be was giving us such a hard time. She had convinced the Navy he wasn't paying Maintenance (which he was), and that she was living alone with his child (which she wasn't), and they were making deductions straight from his wages - which meant she was getting twice!

The Navy, and the Social needed evidence that she was living with someone else so I called "the detective". He was brilliant. Dirty raincoat and hat. Just like the movies. He came in and said "is it hubby, is he playing away?" Ha ha. His face when I said, "yes he was playing away, but I was the other woman and I needed the wife watching.

He was fascinated. Even more so when I told them where she lived, and he said that he was down there "serving" quite a lot, so he could get information without it costing me anything. It took him 2 days to establish that she had a man living with her. How lovely for the Social Security Anonymous Phone Call Department...


Tomorrow mornin', I know there'll be hell to pay,

Wow. Weekend!


Friday night ... I was all alone. Kids are Orchestra, Si at Scouts. I wandered about the house. All alone. Seriously. Glad when everyone came home.

Saturday. Our annual excursion to the Real Ale Festival in the Town Hall. Last year, my Sister and Brother In Law joined us, and have also decided to make it Annual Event! This year we were joined by Newphew, and mates, and then surprisingly No 1 Son!!! Yes. Bad and Evil Mother. How awful Am I? We took him with us when we left, and he pleaded to go back. We told him he couldn't get served on his own, and he took off into pub next door, and bought himself a beer!!! NIGHTMARE.

I had to get Si home but boy was under instruction to keep in touch by text which he did faithfully all night til he came in. Poor Si was unable to cope with the l evel of Alcohol and keeled over as soon as we got in. Thankfully NOT in the mess in the bathroom! Aw Well I say, at least it was the bathroom, and not the bed room!

Tooli...... spent the night with Gran. Proabably just as well, cause she gave us ALL hell on Sunday.