tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41260612683224395372024-03-08T21:03:24.359+00:00BUSY MUM OF 5This is my blog , the opinions are my own, this is my life and i wouldnt change it for the worldmumumumumumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584917268901679231noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126061268322439537.post-240075443556129672011-03-15T14:27:00.000+00:002011-03-15T14:27:38.593+00:00Are your childs toys a member of the family?Here's a question that i want ask , Are your children's cuddly toys a part of the family?<br />
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My toddler has a toy dog, which was bought by herself from a pet shop, and she named him Albert.<br />
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Albert comes everywhere with us and even sits at the table for dinner, she loves him dearly and we all pay<br />
him the due consideration that she expects.<br />
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I have even considered buying a spare incase she loses him, i have taken photos of Albert, to remind her of her time with him.<br />
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I would like to think that, this is forming her personality and enhancing her caring side.<br />
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I would like it however to prize him away for a wash, but whether this would happen or would i destroy his scent.<br />
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Has your child got a toy they are inseperable from, and is it a lasting love? mumumumumumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584917268901679231noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126061268322439537.post-38498010284579240402011-01-20T14:08:00.000+00:002011-01-20T14:08:50.146+00:00Spring, i saw you today.<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I saw you today watching me, i knew you were there, i saw you a couple of days ago,</span><span style="font-family: Georgia;">You don't have to go straight away, you can stop a while, it would be nice. I know that you may not be ready to hang around, not just yet, i do know lots of people that would be pleased you are here though. You bring us so much joy and pleasure when you come, and its not as if you are here for long, but you are the most welcome sight, after such darkness. So please don't hang around behind the wall, come and say hello, lets enjoy each other for a while.</span>mumumumumumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584917268901679231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126061268322439537.post-61102049051597738622011-01-06T20:22:00.000+00:002011-01-06T20:22:16.003+00:00Where does the time go?Its been a long time since i last blogged, and i can only put it down to family life that has taken over. So for those of you who read this here's a quick update of whats what.<br />
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Teen 1 has a new (ish) girlfriend and is very much loved up, he also is due to start a new job (as soon as his CRB check comes back) working with brain injury victims .<br />
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Teen 2 is hopefully settling down and though he still has his moments, i feel he is a good lad at heart, he is a bit undecided what to do with his life, but being 17 next week needs to pull his thumb from up his A*se and start thinking. <br />
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DD1 she is doing well at High school and has settled in fine, gaining Merits daily, she will be 12 this year so , hormones will kick in soon.<br />
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DD2 my tiger, she is a free spirit and has landed herself a summer job already......Dog walking, she is determined to be a RSPCA Inspector when she is older.<br />
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That firmly brings me to Jaboo, nearly 3 and loving playschool, she has a personality like no other, but is still having problems with her bowels, i am in fact ringing the specialist again tomorrow for an urgent appointment, due to the constant changes in her poop, and the pain she is in.<br />
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Funny , now i have written it down and add on the washing and cleaning, the mother in law having been in hospital, i can see where the time passed.<br />
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Hopefully i will fine more time again this year and look forward to catching up with you all.mumumumumumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584917268901679231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126061268322439537.post-12575776849638410022010-09-19T21:10:00.001+01:002010-09-20T09:58:54.552+01:00Just meThis is me, i am a mum, and a wife and a cleaner, no different to the rest of you, but this is me .<br />
I have some lumpy bits, and some wrinkles, no different to you, but this is me <br />
I have dyed my hair, and dieted, no different to her, but this is me.<br />
I have smiled when i am sad, the same as you , but this is me,<br />
I have failed to prove myself, just like them ,but this is me.<br />
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I have made 5 children, all happy and healthy, now this is me.<br />
I have kept my head above the water, now this is me.<br />
I have helped where i can, and loved it all, now this is me <br />
I met you and love you each and every day , this IS MEmumumumumumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584917268901679231noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126061268322439537.post-19964579367395274372010-08-26T07:23:00.000+01:002010-08-26T07:23:46.902+01:00Things that bother and annoy meHere is a list of 6 things that bother or annoy me, try this out.<br />
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1. Why if washing your clothes in well branded wach liquid, at 15 degrees gets your clothes clean , why then do they bring out a stain remover.<br />
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2. Why if when you open the cereal , 'the settled in transit' has occured is the outer box that big it wont fit in the cupboard...make the boxes smaller, the weight of the product will be the same.<br />
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3.Why if you an be bothered enough to get a new loo roll out, can you not be bothered to SLIDE it on the loo roll holder, its not difficult, DONT leave it on the radiator.<br />
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4. This is to the man who walks past my house on his way back to work at lunchtime......Ask the woman at the cob shop to take the tomato out your butty and DONT drop it outside my house AGAIN.<br />
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5.Why have a hoover at the car wash , if the nozzle is too big to get into the nooks and crannies of a car, its a waste of my £1<br />
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6. Why is plastic packaging so hard to get into, and why isn't there a warning that you will need industrial gloves to dispose of packaging, as it is sooooo sharp and is likely to maime you forever.<br />
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Now i know some of my dearest friends on Twitter like a good moan so i am tagging the following to give this a go.<br />
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Surbubanmuumyuk<br />
Alybean<br />
Whimsicalwife<br />
The_Moiderer<br />
Julesey10mumumumumumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584917268901679231noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126061268322439537.post-86645655649526617652010-08-26T07:01:00.000+01:002010-08-26T07:01:50.821+01:00I'm getting kind of twitchy.<span style="font-size: large;">Its getting really close now, that time of year i dread, 'I HATE THE KIDS GOING BACK TO SCHOOL'. There i have said it, i know that there are going to be many of you that disagree, but i really struggle,</span><span style="font-size: large;">I will settle into it again, i suppose</span> ,<span style="font-size: large;"> but it is BIG change this year.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Teen 1 and 2 are going off to college, and Dolly is moving to senior school, if thats not enough Jaboozle is starting playschool. I struggled when Piezer went to school, and felt quite useless for a long time, i missed her so much, and i know that i will feel the same about Jaboozle.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I will however, have less time to feel useless, as new (hopeful) business venures will keep me busy, but i will still have that rock feeling in the pit of my stomach .</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I always consider myself as strong and matter of fact, but the summer holidays throw me everytime . </span>mumumumumumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584917268901679231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126061268322439537.post-39209306077851750032010-08-11T22:35:00.000+01:002010-08-11T22:35:11.948+01:00Fragile flowerIts just a fragile flower, underneath that all that angst.<br />
Its just a the thing that hurts me, to see it wilting now.<br />
I can only offer words and hugs, but its not working now.<br />
I cant take away the pain like i used to be able to do.<br />
Its just a part of life, that i know thats tough.<br />
I know that the promise of a day trip or a packet of sweets ,<br />
wont fix it this time.<br />
I know it will get better, but even that doent seemed to go in.<br />
To see the tears falling and the huge pain in his heart.<br />
This is a broken fragile flower and he is my teenage son,<br />
losing his first love. mumumumumumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584917268901679231noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126061268322439537.post-60094755982409265552010-08-01T06:50:00.000+01:002010-08-01T06:50:42.833+01:00Getting organisedDo you ever feel that household chores just get on top of you, and you sometimes don't know what to do first. If you have children and especially if they are on holiday from school, you find yourself swamped by the enormity of entertaining and keeping the house from looking like a bombsite, just too much, i have devised a plan, that may help you out.<br />
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I have decided to look at this very task, in a proffesional way.<br />
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Firstly i will get up a little earlier than the children to grab a bit of peace and a cuppa, to set me up for the day, Then whilst they are eating breakfast i will shower and get dressed. If you have tots then pop them back in their cots or room whilst you get yourself sorted.(if you feel clean and sorted you are better for taking on the task ahead)<br />
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Then i will sort out the children and get them washed and dressed, if you have older ones this makes life a lot easier, get them to play quietly in their room or watch the telly for a bit.<br />
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I will then set out what needs to be done and give myself a couple of hours to do it, i look on it as a job, like going out to work, if its in your mindset that this is a job, you are more likley to crack on and get it done .<br />
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Don't set yourself impossible tasks, but cleaning dusting and hoovering, cleaning the bathroom and getting the washing on are easy if you are organised .<br />
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Once you get into a routine, the tasks get easier, and as the children get older task them with their own chores, repay them with tokens that they can cash in for treats like a trip to the park or swimming. Don't make the reward to expensive or too time consuming, or it becomes more of a battle for you.<br />
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Having the day to do what you want is rewarding to you knowing you are not bitting and bobbing from job to job achieving very little.<br />
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WELL..... that said i had better get off the computer and practice what i preach, i hope that this helps maybe one of you, let me know what you think . mumumumumumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584917268901679231noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126061268322439537.post-50045412422258874892010-07-16T12:04:00.000+01:002010-07-16T12:04:55.118+01:00Crafty HolidaysI have decided that this years summer break, will consist of the cheapest entertainment possible. The local councils have provided us with a booklet of all the FREE summer activities going on, from kyaking to karate, and from face paints to football. So that should keep them busy some days.(check your local councils see what they have to offer).<br />
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The rest of the time will be trips out in the car , to the seaside, Nannas and Aunties.<br />
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We will be making paper mache heads with a balloon and old newspaper, flags with paper and chop sticks, and with a roll of cheap lining paper a long day of painting and colouring, if the weather is nice it will be sox off and feet painting , its on the field after all .<br />
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I love having the kids off school and i hope that we can keep the entertainment light and fun .<br />
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Please however, dont quote this blog when i tell you that they are driving me insane and i am tearing my hair out.mumumumumumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584917268901679231noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126061268322439537.post-69743147413572222992010-07-16T06:46:00.000+01:002010-07-16T06:46:01.607+01:00ITS HOLIDAY TIMEIts a beautiful day, the dawn has broken, pale yellow sun is a sign of change,<br />
The cool breeze, slipping through the window, makes for a fresher start.<br />
I love the holiday season, and long for days of laughter, children playing,<br />
I love the thought that this is the year they will make their childhood memories,<br />
which they will draw on for the rest of their life,its such a short period of time,<br />
yet the memories will go on to shape their future.<br />
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The boys have adventures to make , holidaying without us , and music festivals, summer jobs and girlfriends galore.<br />
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The girls have lots of playmates on the street and they have made a den for a summertime retreat, i am hopeful of a warm summer, and if not to wear out those waterproof and wellies.<br />
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Me i will carry on getting up early and enjoying the sunrise, watching the seasons change and look forward to a warm autumn of lovely walks and falling leaves .<br />
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ENJOY YOUR SUMMER. <br />
mumumumumumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584917268901679231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126061268322439537.post-72852363872396999532010-07-06T23:40:00.000+01:002010-07-06T23:40:20.080+01:00Todays newsLife , it is set to raise you up and then knock you straight back down again.I know that i am not alone in this thought,and i have come to believe that the saying " sent to try us" is truer by each sunrise.<br />
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Take my day today, my youngest daughter had her first session at playschool, she was so excited, and with her tiny rucksack packed, she embarked on a new experience, without me staying to watch over her.<br />
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Now, by the very sense that i have done this 4 times before, made it no easier, and the empty hand and chatter less walk home, made me feel quite odd.Having said all that i was truly pleased and as proud as could be, for her ability to do this without a single tear.<br />
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So that was my high, then came the crashing thud back down to earth, a phone call, to say our eldest teen, will never be able to join the Military on medical grounds, a shock and huge disappointment for all concerned. <br />
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This has shattered his dreams of joining the Navy, and he has lost direction, his future wiped out in a phone call.<br />
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I know that it is going to take, a good deal of talking and seeking for options, of which we will advise, but as a parent you cannot help feeling his pain.<br />
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So, that was my day, and as the moon has now risen in the dark inky sky, the sun will rise and bring a new day and new problems, and we will deal with them, because we are all together .mumumumumumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584917268901679231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126061268322439537.post-41227722306618127202010-06-25T12:46:00.000+01:002010-06-25T12:46:10.083+01:00This is the place to be.I sit in my garden, its a good place to be,<br />
With my wonderful husband, and a good cup of tea,<br />
I hear the birdsong and the willow cricket bats,<br />
The sound of children laughing, its the best place to be at,<br />
I sit in my garden, on a chair just for me,<br />
I can honestly say this is the place to be.mumumumumumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584917268901679231noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126061268322439537.post-18136397967861274612010-06-24T06:33:00.000+01:002010-06-24T06:33:39.234+01:00Short , Shorts and Bare legsThe sun has been out now for more than a few days, which inevitably brings out the LEGS, at this point i would like to say, that this under no circumstances means MY legs. Oh no i would only get my legs out under the cover of the moon, and without another human within a mile radius.Anyway that all said LEGS, they are and i have witnessed not just on show from the toddlers to teens, no i have seen Ladiies in shorts in their 80's. I have the greatest admiration for people who are comfortable in having them out, but please invest in either a full length mirror or the advice of a good friend.<br />
Having a hefy amount of 'bum cheek'on show in the playground, is enough to put folk off their tea.<br />
Short shorts are fine if you have a bum you could crush paving slabs with, and i dont mean by sitting on them.They are however not pleasing to the eye if you are a certain age and and have legs like mine that could confuse satillite navigation.<br />
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You may add a comment in the region of that i am jealous, i do wish i could have my legs out, at least from the knee down would suit.<br />
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Enjoy that sunshine,and have a good summer.mumumumumumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584917268901679231noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126061268322439537.post-42690160025850887982010-06-01T06:41:00.001+01:002010-06-01T18:19:12.298+01:00Days gone byIn days gone by , i would wake up and kick off the sheets,jump out of bed and and rub my eyes. Now i open one eye crawl out of bed and rub my back.<br />
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In days gone by, i would know what i was wearing in the summer as it all fitted and was always sunny. Now i wear what fits wether its hot or not.<br />
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In days gone by, i would know who was looking at me in the mirror. Now the person looking back has skin to big for her face, causing it to sag.<br />
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In days gone by, i would breathe in, and hold my breath to get rid of Hiccups. Now i breathe in and hold my breath, to reduce my fat belly all the time .<br />
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In days gone by, it would be inconvieniant to have to stop to go to the loo. Now its incontinance if i dont.<br />
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In days gone by, i would squint if the sun was in my eyes. Now i squint just to see whats ahead.<br />
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In days gone by i had no children or bills or responsibilities. Now i have 5 kids and too many bills and lots of responsibilities.<br />
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In days gone by i didnt have my wonderful life, so now i know i am getting there.mumumumumumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584917268901679231noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126061268322439537.post-87582849240497568532010-05-15T12:04:00.000+01:002010-05-15T12:04:11.701+01:00So many things to do, sorry blog.This is a quick not to you, my dearest blog,just to say how i feel.<br />
I know that i have neglected you for some weeks now, but i do honestly think of you often.<br />
As you know by your name, i am a Busy mum of 5, and therefore things overtake me and my ability to write.<br />
I do have good intention to recitfy that and i am currently going to try and put a plan together,where i tend to you more often. <br />
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However for today, that is it again, i bid you farewell, as there is washing to hang out,lunch to prepare,beds to re-make and caring of little girls,to do.I will make contact again soon, please dont feel too neglected. my love Busy mum of 5xmumumumumumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584917268901679231noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126061268322439537.post-55261842652012908632010-04-25T00:03:00.000+01:002010-05-25T19:12:10.064+01:00Proud as punchWe as parents are as porud as punch,11yrs ago we had a beautiful baby girl and named he Mollie Annie, she was an unexpected 9 weeks early and was a fragile little thing weighing in at 4lb 7oz.She was and still is stunningly beautiful , when i first saw her she was lying in her incubator, draped in wires and machinery, a scary sight for any new parents.<br />
That little bundle grew into the most caring and sensitive soul,struggling at times with confidence,and shyness.<br />
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So that being said you can imagine and join in our excitemnt,that on Friday of this week, she came home from school beaming from ear to ear, clutching a large envelope.Mollie handed the envelope to me and as i opened it and read its contents i too beamed alongside her.<br />
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It read... Recently Mollie's school,submitted some of their pupils' work for a Young Writers' Mini Sagas competition. Children were asked to write a mini saga on a theme that inspired them, with the added challenge of using 50 words or less. Over 20,000 stories from the uk and overseas were entered, and i am delighted to inform you that Mollie has been chosen to have her saga published, for publication in Tiny Treaures The East Midlands and The East. A copy of this book is to be held at the British Librairies in the UK and Republic Of Ireland, to provide a lasting memeory of her achievement.<br />
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Enclosed in this was a certificate, which was duly framed and placed on the wall for all to see.<br />
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We will of course be buying a copy of the book, and any visitor will be made to read it,we are like i said as proud as punch, and through her struggles has proved that writing is a great source of confidence building. Well done Mollie we love you very very much.mumumumumumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584917268901679231noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126061268322439537.post-42367661474273314102010-03-25T21:38:00.000+00:002010-03-25T21:38:30.122+00:00Washing up chats<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/"></a><span id="goog_1382320928"></span><span id="goog_1382320929"></span></span><br>
<a href="http://mumumumumum.blogspot.com/2010/03/washing-up-chats.html#more">Read more »</a>mumumumumumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584917268901679231noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126061268322439537.post-42152079470683093162010-03-24T20:47:00.000+00:002010-03-25T05:53:14.479+00:00I had a dream<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I had a dream , but was it you,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Iwas falling through the trees,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">It stopped somehow, and there i was a floating summer breeze.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I looked for you, but you had gone,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I waited but couldn't see,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I didn't know how or why,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Is this really me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">A scent was present so very strong, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I followed for a while, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">The colours were so beautiful,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">A laugh, a tear, a smile.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I knew that you could see me,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">So fragile yet so free,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">So everytime i think of this, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I know your close to me. </span>mumumumumumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584917268901679231noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126061268322439537.post-73527082507395309122010-03-23T11:51:00.000+00:002010-03-23T11:52:03.828+00:00supermarket sense<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">My kids have a varied diet , this i know and i am sure. The reason i know this, is not only that i am the only one who does all the shopping, and cooking.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">I know this because i change my shopping on a weekly basis, this isnt hard work , this isnt even a chore and this isnt expensive. I do this by buying what is on offer, i buy 2 for 1 offers and items that are on that weeks specials, some weeks we are total vegetarians and others we have meat and lots of it.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Some weeks we have cakes and biscuits and others its fruit after every meal. I am the greatest budget shopper im the world and will not ever pay full price for something no matter how yummy it is . I will however try to recreate it at home . </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So if you see me in the supermaket laden with offers and own labels , dont pity me</span> <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">, i bet you your last dollar you'll catch on soon.</span></em>mumumumumumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584917268901679231noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126061268322439537.post-76747357631647082592010-03-23T06:39:00.000+00:002010-03-23T06:39:01.143+00:00Dear DadDear Dad,<br />
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I felt i needed to drop you a line, and really you would of thought that, after all this time i would have set time aside, to do it properly, but its 6.15am and i have a tonne of jobs to do, but just need to do this first.<br />
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I want you to know that although i talk to you most days, i dont always tell you that i love you, or how much i am pleased that you are a part of me. Things with the kids dont alaways go to plan , and as they are growing up they can be quite stubborn and difficult, really dont know where that comes from , but i am pleased that i am able to talk to you about things and share with you all my woes. I want to say thank you for the time you took when i was young, to show me how to change a tyre , and build a wall ( of which will come in very handy ) , i didnt always show it then but Honestly i am grateful.<br />
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This has rather gone off the point of the note really, as i didnt set out to 'blab on' as you'd say but i wanted to say that, i do miss you and i wish i could swap one thing to spend a day with you, i laugh at your jokes now, as i seee them for what they are , (really rubbish DAD jokes) but they are what they are .<br />
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Dad , sorry that this is a rushed note , but i will write again soon and i will post you pictures of the girls as it is sad you have never met them, i know that you will and i know that you see all . I cannot quite believe that is nearly 13yrs since my last hug. I hope that you are happy and having a laugh with Uncle Norm, Anyway enough waffling, i have a family to run, see you whenever Dad, and i love you, keep looking after me xxxxx <br />
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By the way Dad i really really miss you xxmumumumumumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584917268901679231noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126061268322439537.post-24833998658957714752010-03-14T06:42:00.000+00:002010-03-14T06:42:26.048+00:00BEING MUM<a href="http://mumumumumum.blogspot.com/2010/03/being-mum.html#more">Read more »</a>mumumumumumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584917268901679231noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126061268322439537.post-60095649634404689472010-03-09T11:09:00.000+00:002010-03-09T11:10:16.821+00:00You just can't help but smile.School day mornings are usually a rush in my house, and today was no exception. I was busy makiing coffee,my toddlers milk , pack-ups for the girls for school aswell as toast, cheerios, shreddies and dodging boiled egg on the floor that my toddler had decided that she no longer <strike>wanted</strike> needed. Before i went into the dining room i had popped the TV on in the kitchen to entertain said toddler, when i heard a gawforing belly laugh, i carried on with the 23billion jobs i was juggling at the time, and again a rip roaring from your toes giggle. <br />
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This time i could not ignore as i was already smilng and intrigued as to what had amused my tiny daughter so much, i headed back to the kitchen. i might just add that althiough she does laugh quite alot at mainley interaction with her siblings.<br />
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As i got to the kitchen i tippi toed behind her to see her rocking with laughter, what was causing this i hear you say...PINGU ..... for all the funny faces i have pulled mostly not needing to much effort on my behalf and rather rude noises i have blown nothing comapred to PINGU, so i am now and will forever be a sound Pingu fan .mumumumumumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584917268901679231noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126061268322439537.post-17082386710719663352010-03-08T21:26:00.000+00:002010-03-08T21:26:12.739+00:00Daffodils<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">O'Daffodils , thou dancing there,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">proud and pretty without a care,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">standing there in a crowd,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">cover the verge in golden shroud,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">your scent is rich deep beauty to me,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">but you just smile for all to see.</span></em>mumumumumumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584917268901679231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126061268322439537.post-35546428865936795122010-02-27T07:07:00.000+00:002010-02-27T07:37:17.581+00:00Just WatchingI sometimes stop myself from publishing blogs , as i feel that they have no purpose, i <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">don't</span> see of what <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">interest</span> they are, even after i have written them, so go on to delete. For example, the other day i was 7<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> in line for the car wash , and whilst waiting i found myself embroiled in my favorite pastime of people watching. The first car that caught my eye was a family saloon, which clearly needed to be in the queue behind me, and was squished inside with children, (though i thought they all needed their own seat) and when the front <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">passenger</span> door opened out fell the rubbish, blowing over the forecourt, didn't stare though <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">that's</span> hard for me as i <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">don't</span> do discreet. <br /><br />My eyes then were dragged over to the woman getting out of a rather battered <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Volvo</span>, and who either is that eccentric she doesn't care, or got dressed in the dark. for as she stepped out of the car i literally did Laugh Out Loud, she had a full length fur coat on with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Adidas</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">trakkies</span>, purple <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">sox</span> and silver dancing shoes with a 3" heel, she had on a lime green hat and white sunglasses, this lady must of been in her late 50's, but the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">loveliest</span> thing was she had a great smile and i almost wished i lived in her head for a hour or so.<br /><br />Moving up the queue, makes me frown in wonder , and i now wish i had been paying attention to what was in front of me, as the car in the car wash didn't have a driver , No he was standing at the side of the car wash watching his car <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">being</span> washed, i just wish i he'd seen him getting out of the car before the sprinklers started, as you cannot drive forward until you have punched in the number.<br /><br />I then sat and started to listen to the radio, and thought about life in a poignant way , i saw a man on the path across the road, nervously checking his watch, Who was he meeting? Where did he have to be ? He then answers his phone and turns and ran off in the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">opposite</span> direction , I hope his day turned out <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">OK</span>.<br /><br />I was almost my turn and i could see two carers from 'The Home' trying to coax a lady in her dressing gown and slippers to go back inside, and by the hand gestures a cup of tea was on offer.<br /><br />This made me think without CCTV and Big Brother, you are not often alone , and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">there</span> will be someone watching , not with judgement , or distaste, but with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">human</span> interest, so beware next time <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">you</span> have your finger up your nose , someone is watching.mumumumumumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584917268901679231noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126061268322439537.post-71530407066182524292010-02-12T11:55:00.000+00:002010-02-12T12:00:41.875+00:00Waterfall,WaterfallWaterfall , Waterfall calling out,<br />The freshness of your spray no doubt,<br />I feel my soul is drawn to you,<br />The beauty you expel so true.<br /><br />A wonderous creation, hidden depths abounding,<br />Waterfall, Waterfall glory surrounding,<br />Crashing, frothing at the break below,<br />Spectacular performance you bestow.mumumumumumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584917268901679231noreply@blogger.com1