My mum died 6 years ago and she has been on my mind a lot lately what with Mother's Day and all but today I remembered one of the funniest moments ever with my mum.
She had been seeing Steve for a few months and has decided he wasn't the one and told him so A few days later I was at her house when he rang. He obviously had not got the message.
My mum told hm in no uncertain terms that it was over. I know, doesn't sound very funny does it? My mum loved her music and always had it on fairly loud. Throughout the duration of this phone call, blaring our of her stereo was Stereophonics singing Have A Nice Day!
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Saturday, 24 March 2012
Friday, 3 February 2012
Getting Older
Getting older kind of creeps up on you. You don't notice it happening, it all happens in the background until the day it slaps you in the face and laughs. Getting older always gets you in the end no matter who you are.
Tomorrow is my birthday and in my head I am and always will be 25. Reality however is that I will actually be 34. OMG 34! Next year I will be ticking the next group up on the age range boxes on forms.
Like I say in my head I am 25 but my body does not seem to take any notice of my brain, oh no, it just carries on merrily ageing and ignoring my resistance.
The other day I was driving along listening to radio one when this song came on. I immediately screwed up my face and muttered under my breath "The crap they come out with nowadays". My finger pressed the button to change the station.
That was when getting older slapped me. Horrified at my own ageing thoughts I pressed the button to change it back and endured the song. It was my way of denying I was indeed getting older.
It is not until it does slap you that you realise it has been there for a while, slowly moving in while you are blissfully unaware.
The signs were definitely there, I had just never acknowledged them. Saying things like "Oh that house looks nice, I love what they have done with the garden" as we drive past. I can remember being a child in the back of the car while my mum and dad had similar conversations.
I tried to do a roly poly for the kids not so long ago and ended up pulling a muscle in my neck. Yes the signs were absolutely, without doubt definitely there.
Have you had your slap from getting older yet? If so please tell me - I could do with a giggle!
Tomorrow is my birthday and in my head I am and always will be 25. Reality however is that I will actually be 34. OMG 34! Next year I will be ticking the next group up on the age range boxes on forms.
Like I say in my head I am 25 but my body does not seem to take any notice of my brain, oh no, it just carries on merrily ageing and ignoring my resistance.
The other day I was driving along listening to radio one when this song came on. I immediately screwed up my face and muttered under my breath "The crap they come out with nowadays". My finger pressed the button to change the station.
That was when getting older slapped me. Horrified at my own ageing thoughts I pressed the button to change it back and endured the song. It was my way of denying I was indeed getting older.
It is not until it does slap you that you realise it has been there for a while, slowly moving in while you are blissfully unaware.
The signs were definitely there, I had just never acknowledged them. Saying things like "Oh that house looks nice, I love what they have done with the garden" as we drive past. I can remember being a child in the back of the car while my mum and dad had similar conversations.
I tried to do a roly poly for the kids not so long ago and ended up pulling a muscle in my neck. Yes the signs were absolutely, without doubt definitely there.
Have you had your slap from getting older yet? If so please tell me - I could do with a giggle!
Saturday, 28 January 2012
Back Handed Compliments
There is no one better in the world than your partner at giving you back handed compliments, at least that is my experience.
It was my husband’s birthday this week. He works until about so I had from when I got in from work at until then to make myself look good. As any women knows trying to make yourself look good while cooking dinner, bathing children and finally getting the children into bed is near on impossible. But it is his birthday so I was going to make it happen.
He walked through the door as I was taking the steam rollers out of my hair so I had just about achieved my mission. Nice dress, make up and hair done and I will admit it is a long time since I made that kind of effort. My husband is used to seeing me in work clothes or jeans and leggings which have become the lifeblood of my wardrobe.
I also had a fantastic girly moment with my daughter as she watched me put the rollers in. It was just on of those magical moments that I will treasure for ever. She should have been in bed but I just couldn't resist her wide eyes and smile as she said "Wow mummy what are you doing? Wow can I have some?"
Anyway I digress; the next day at work I received a text from my husband. It said
"By the way hun you did look really nice last night ..." At this point I am thinking things like, I am so lucky, he is wonderful, and I love him so much. I literally felt my heart swell with pride.
It carried on
"Forgotten how good you look when you make the effort" Cue my heart deflating and my thoughts rapidly changing direction.
So you might want to show this quick giving a compliment guide to your other half, or if you are a guy take note!
Step 1 - Think of what you want to say
Step 2 - Chop the sentence in half
Step 3 - Say the first half of the sentence
Step 4 - Ditch the second half of the sentence
And voila! One happy lady!
What is the most bank handed compliment you have ever been given?
It was my husband’s birthday this week. He works until about so I had from when I got in from work at until then to make myself look good. As any women knows trying to make yourself look good while cooking dinner, bathing children and finally getting the children into bed is near on impossible. But it is his birthday so I was going to make it happen.
He walked through the door as I was taking the steam rollers out of my hair so I had just about achieved my mission. Nice dress, make up and hair done and I will admit it is a long time since I made that kind of effort. My husband is used to seeing me in work clothes or jeans and leggings which have become the lifeblood of my wardrobe.
I also had a fantastic girly moment with my daughter as she watched me put the rollers in. It was just on of those magical moments that I will treasure for ever. She should have been in bed but I just couldn't resist her wide eyes and smile as she said "Wow mummy what are you doing? Wow can I have some?"
Anyway I digress; the next day at work I received a text from my husband. It said
"By the way hun you did look really nice last night ..." At this point I am thinking things like, I am so lucky, he is wonderful, and I love him so much. I literally felt my heart swell with pride.
It carried on
"Forgotten how good you look when you make the effort" Cue my heart deflating and my thoughts rapidly changing direction.
So you might want to show this quick giving a compliment guide to your other half, or if you are a guy take note!
Step 1 - Think of what you want to say
Step 2 - Chop the sentence in half
Step 3 - Say the first half of the sentence
Step 4 - Ditch the second half of the sentence
And voila! One happy lady!
What is the most bank handed compliment you have ever been given?
Monday, 23 January 2012
Just A Quick One!
YOU SNOOZE YOU LOSE!
This clip has now been remove from BBCiPlayer! If I can fin it elsewhere I will update the link! Sorry!
Just a quick one tonight as I really have to get started on studying again.
I had to post this as I have not laughed so much in ages. I watched Live At The Apollo on Saturday night and there is one bit that every parent of young children should see. It is Shappi Khorsandi talking about a recent experience with her three year old.
She starts the story by saying about a time when she went into a shop with her three year old and the shopkeeper was a dwarf. I promise it is not offensive.
What I want to know is would you all have answered the three year old's question in the same way she did? I know I would have.
The link below is to BBC IPlayer. Scroll to 22.40 minutes in and watch. I guarantee you will laugh!
Shappi Khorsandi - Live At The Apollo
This clip has now been remove from BBCiPlayer! If I can fin it elsewhere I will update the link! Sorry!
Just a quick one tonight as I really have to get started on studying again.
I had to post this as I have not laughed so much in ages. I watched Live At The Apollo on Saturday night and there is one bit that every parent of young children should see. It is Shappi Khorsandi talking about a recent experience with her three year old.
She starts the story by saying about a time when she went into a shop with her three year old and the shopkeeper was a dwarf. I promise it is not offensive.
What I want to know is would you all have answered the three year old's question in the same way she did? I know I would have.
The link below is to BBC IPlayer. Scroll to 22.40 minutes in and watch. I guarantee you will laugh!
Shappi Khorsandi - Live At The Apollo
Sunday, 22 January 2012
One Ponce At A Time
My kids are always making me laugh with things they say. Generally the best bits are when they are speaking to each other unaware that I am listening. These conversations give me such insight into their thinking and usually involve me killing myself laughing in the kitchen hidden from view.
Last night I tucked my daughter (aged 3) into bed after picking a book to read. She insisted that she should read the book to me so I let her. It was a small nursery rhyme book that told the story of Little Bo Peep. She made sure I was covered with her quilt asked me if I was comfortable and said she would begin.
"One ponce at a time the lady lost her sheep" Well that was it - I just could not stifle the uncontrollable urge to laugh out loud which I got told off for. "It's not funny Mummy the lady is very sad" This just made me laugh more!
I should add I did correct her, "It is once upon a time darling" I said it my best mummy voice and so she started again. "One ponce at a time ..." Cue me laughing even harder. By now my daughter was starting to get cross and we had caught the attention of my son (aged 6) who had to come and see what was going on.
Both of them looked at me as though I was some kind of nutter as I had no explanation as to why I was laughing so much. By this time I was hysterical, it wasn't just what she had said but the way they both reacted to me laughing about something that in their eyes was just not funny.
My daughter then said "I think you should go Mummy, I want to read to Daddy because you are being silly". On my way down the stairs I heard her say to her brother "Mummy is silly isn't she? She shouldn't laugh when the lady is sad" to which my son replied "Don't worry Daddy will read properly with us"
Well that was me told. Daddy was dispatched upstairs to restore order, he read to our son first and then our daughter with me ear wigging at the door.
"I am going to read to you Daddy, one ponce at a time....."
Last night I tucked my daughter (aged 3) into bed after picking a book to read. She insisted that she should read the book to me so I let her. It was a small nursery rhyme book that told the story of Little Bo Peep. She made sure I was covered with her quilt asked me if I was comfortable and said she would begin.
"One ponce at a time the lady lost her sheep" Well that was it - I just could not stifle the uncontrollable urge to laugh out loud which I got told off for. "It's not funny Mummy the lady is very sad" This just made me laugh more!
I should add I did correct her, "It is once upon a time darling" I said it my best mummy voice and so she started again. "One ponce at a time ..." Cue me laughing even harder. By now my daughter was starting to get cross and we had caught the attention of my son (aged 6) who had to come and see what was going on.
Both of them looked at me as though I was some kind of nutter as I had no explanation as to why I was laughing so much. By this time I was hysterical, it wasn't just what she had said but the way they both reacted to me laughing about something that in their eyes was just not funny.
My daughter then said "I think you should go Mummy, I want to read to Daddy because you are being silly". On my way down the stairs I heard her say to her brother "Mummy is silly isn't she? She shouldn't laugh when the lady is sad" to which my son replied "Don't worry Daddy will read properly with us"
Well that was me told. Daddy was dispatched upstairs to restore order, he read to our son first and then our daughter with me ear wigging at the door.
"I am going to read to you Daddy, one ponce at a time....."
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