Well, it's Bank Holiday Week.... the kids are off school and, yes you guessed it, the weather is cold and miserable. It all went wrong on Saturday - we had a lovely day planned at an adventure farm with some friends - it rained. Not to be deterred we headed up to Newcastle to LIFE, which was cool (and we caught the Dr Who exhibition too!). Sunday and Monday were spent watching Star Wars episodes 1-5 (we ran out of time for episode 6 - to be watched at the weekend), tending to the container veggies, surfing t'internet and making a felt picture for the kitchen (so pleased with it!). Today has been kid-entertaining, so Raymond had a friend to play (goodness knows what 9 and 10 year olds do besides playing DS's) and Jade watched The Wizard of Oz (again). I had a delivery of glass rods and am desperate to get some torch time in (not the best idea with a nosy 5 year old...) - roll on bedtime!!! Also 'imminent' is the arrival of the VirginMedia man to replace our modem - any time between 4 and 7pm, you know it's gonna be 6.45pm! lol.
Tomorrow we have the car and can't decide where to go.... let's see if it rains....
Tuesday, 1 June 2010
Bead Barmy Blog
http://www.beadbarmy.com/
Hi guys, I just wanted to direct you to Bead Barmy's blog. It's really accessible with tutorials, news, features on other beading groups, competitions, surveys, discounts. Anyway, check it out, you won't regret it - Jo is really lovely and funny too. :D
Hi guys, I just wanted to direct you to Bead Barmy's blog. It's really accessible with tutorials, news, features on other beading groups, competitions, surveys, discounts. Anyway, check it out, you won't regret it - Jo is really lovely and funny too. :D
Friday, 28 August 2009
Luminescence
Her face glows serenely, benevolently; just looking at her fills me with an inner peace no other can provide.
My heartbeat slows, my breathing quiets, my brain calms; I could gaze upon this tranquil beauty until the end of time.
I feel myself soften under her radiance; she makes me feel alone, but happily so.
Whenever I catch a glimpse, I feel privileged, special, favoured; I spend hours waiting for her to appear and it's not often I get to see the whole of her....
She is worshipped by many, revered for her powers; I can see the attraction to this deifying of the object of my admiration.
the last thing I do before climbing into bed is take a peek out of the window at her - my beautiful moon.
My latest offering on Six Sentences, a website where writers are as creative as possible using, you guessed it, only six sentences.
My heartbeat slows, my breathing quiets, my brain calms; I could gaze upon this tranquil beauty until the end of time.
I feel myself soften under her radiance; she makes me feel alone, but happily so.
Whenever I catch a glimpse, I feel privileged, special, favoured; I spend hours waiting for her to appear and it's not often I get to see the whole of her....
She is worshipped by many, revered for her powers; I can see the attraction to this deifying of the object of my admiration.
the last thing I do before climbing into bed is take a peek out of the window at her - my beautiful moon.
My latest offering on Six Sentences, a website where writers are as creative as possible using, you guessed it, only six sentences.
Sunday, 26 July 2009
And Refresh....
Todays offering was written a couple of weeks ago whilst sitting in a coffee shop nursing a drink, watching the world pass by.....
Boil kettle, boil!
Brew tea, brew!
Pour spout, pour!
Add milk and....
Ahhhhh!
That's better.
As I sat quietly observing my fellow 'drinkers', this is what I saw....
Boil kettle, boil!
Brew tea, brew!
Pour spout, pour!
Add milk and....
Ahhhhh!
That's better.
As I sat quietly observing my fellow 'drinkers', this is what I saw....
- An old lady indulgently spooning whipped cream from the top of her hot chocolate into her wrinkled mouth, savouring every spoonful...
- The young mother tenderly sharing a jammy scone with her wriggling toddler...
- The middle-aged couple with nothing to say to each other; each staring in a different direction whilst sipping their lattes...
- The well dressed trio of ladies in their mid 50's; giggling and blushing as they reminisce about their youth together...
- The 2 young, beautiful girls, maybe aged 15 or 16, playing at being grown ups, pulling faces at the bitterness of the espressos they've ordered...
- The tedium etched across the face of the handsome barista...
- The author, sat here, realising her tea is now cold...
Thursday, 2 July 2009
Update
So, what's new? Well, not much really.... we're having a lovely heatwave; I say lovely but in reality I feel as if I'm melting - goodness knows how the furries are feeling, so the rats have damp tea towels and a bowl of shallow water to paddle in and the dog has a wet towel in the yard....
Last week the family were sitting around the dinner table when the adults started amusing the littlees by reminiscing about toilet humour songs we sang as kids - remember these gems???
Auntie Mary had a canary, up the leg of her drawers,
When she farted (pumped), down it darted (jumped),
Down the leg of her drawers!
(The bracketed words are the ones my mother taught me...)
Charlie had a pigeon, a pigeon, a pigeon,
Charlie had a pigeon, a pigeon he had.
It flew in the morning, it flew in the night,
And when it came back it was covered in....
Charlie had a pigeon, a pigeon, a pigeon....... and so on and so forth!
This one, you make your own rhyming verse up - the chorus remains the same:
I was walking with my Mum,
When it oozed right out my bum...
Diarrhoea, Diarrhoea!
I was feeling a bad pain,
When my butt began to rain...
Diarrhoea, Diarrhoea!
I knew I was in trouble,
When my bum began to bubble...
Diarrhoea, Diarrhoea!
You get the gist....
Anyway, we're giggling like a kid that's secretly looking at the underwear page of his/her mother's catalogue when Jade, the 4 year old, comes out with (to the tune of Abba's Mamma Mia) "Diarrhoea...Here I go again" !!!!!!!!!!!!!! roflamo!!! She's a funny girl, there's no doubt about it.
On another note, I actually did something on my 'to do' list.... the family are now learning spanish!!! It's really good fun :o)
Until next time,
Adios xx
Last week the family were sitting around the dinner table when the adults started amusing the littlees by reminiscing about toilet humour songs we sang as kids - remember these gems???
Auntie Mary had a canary, up the leg of her drawers,
When she farted (pumped), down it darted (jumped),
Down the leg of her drawers!
(The bracketed words are the ones my mother taught me...)
Charlie had a pigeon, a pigeon, a pigeon,
Charlie had a pigeon, a pigeon he had.
It flew in the morning, it flew in the night,
And when it came back it was covered in....
Charlie had a pigeon, a pigeon, a pigeon....... and so on and so forth!
This one, you make your own rhyming verse up - the chorus remains the same:
I was walking with my Mum,
When it oozed right out my bum...
Diarrhoea, Diarrhoea!
I was feeling a bad pain,
When my butt began to rain...
Diarrhoea, Diarrhoea!
I knew I was in trouble,
When my bum began to bubble...
Diarrhoea, Diarrhoea!
You get the gist....
Anyway, we're giggling like a kid that's secretly looking at the underwear page of his/her mother's catalogue when Jade, the 4 year old, comes out with (to the tune of Abba's Mamma Mia) "Diarrhoea...Here I go again" !!!!!!!!!!!!!! roflamo!!! She's a funny girl, there's no doubt about it.
On another note, I actually did something on my 'to do' list.... the family are now learning spanish!!! It's really good fun :o)
Until next time,
Adios xx
Thursday, 25 June 2009
The Egg
It started one day with a crack in the egg,
It quivered and shook and out popped a leg.
Then out popped another and out came a wing,
And then a third leg, what a curious thing!
The hens gathered round and watched with great awe,
They weren't quite prepared for the next thing they saw...
The eggshell flew open with a great burst of flame,
And there sat a dragon, A DRAGON! The shame!
This wasn't a chick, all fluffy and yellow,
It was a 4-legged, green-scaly young fellow.
A ruckus broke out as the hens fled in fright,
But mother hen stayed and hugged her charge tight.
"Come back, silly hens," she called to the brood,
"What a terrible welcome, why are you so rude?"
Then she told them the tale of a she-dragon weeping,
As she left with the hens her young egg for safe-keeping.
For the dragons are hunted almost to extinction,
By brave princes of the old folk-tale distinction.
Dragon-mother wanted her child to be safe,
And hoped that the hens would care for the young waif.
The hens clucked together and mused for a bit,
Then one of them thought of a great benefit.
It gets freezing in winter in the old chicken dorm,
And a dragon would certainly help them keep warm.
So the dragon became an honorary hen,
Loved and clucked over again and again.
It quivered and shook and out popped a leg.
Then out popped another and out came a wing,
And then a third leg, what a curious thing!
The hens gathered round and watched with great awe,
They weren't quite prepared for the next thing they saw...
The eggshell flew open with a great burst of flame,
And there sat a dragon, A DRAGON! The shame!
This wasn't a chick, all fluffy and yellow,
It was a 4-legged, green-scaly young fellow.
A ruckus broke out as the hens fled in fright,
But mother hen stayed and hugged her charge tight.
"Come back, silly hens," she called to the brood,
"What a terrible welcome, why are you so rude?"
Then she told them the tale of a she-dragon weeping,
As she left with the hens her young egg for safe-keeping.
For the dragons are hunted almost to extinction,
By brave princes of the old folk-tale distinction.
Dragon-mother wanted her child to be safe,
And hoped that the hens would care for the young waif.
The hens clucked together and mused for a bit,
Then one of them thought of a great benefit.
It gets freezing in winter in the old chicken dorm,
And a dragon would certainly help them keep warm.
So the dragon became an honorary hen,
Loved and clucked over again and again.
Tuesday, 23 June 2009
Purple Pain
Well....
Today I am in the middle of writing a short note to a prospective penpal. I am using my favourite pen, a candy-striped Parker fountain pen which has blue ink in the cartridge. 3 sentences in the ink runs out. Yes, bad planning but hey, I can change to a funkier colour (and the new penpal will think I'm 'special') - so I select violet and proceed to change the cartridges. All is going well until I realise the new cartridge is not compatible with my pen.....but the seal has popped open. "No problem" I think, I'll just transfer the new ink to the old cartridge using a clean syringe (sick rat - another story), slight problem that I have no needles to help draw it up, but I'll manage. I squeeze the violet ink into a spoon and suck it up into the syringe; the end of the empty cartridge just fits over the syringe-end - all is going well..... until the last couple of milligrams when the ink blows back!!!!! There I am, violet fingers, violet grout now surrounding the kitchen tiles, delicate purple dots festooning my tshirt. I clean up as quickly as possible - realisation slowly dawning that this beautifully vibrant colour is not, I repeat not, coming off my skin..... I check the packaging and one word leaps out... PERMANENT.... OMG! Did any hit my face??? Luckily not. After trying exfoliator I call a friend. Once she has stopped laughing we decide on a mixture of borax and sugar. I rub and rub and rub - there is no movement, I seem destined to be a purple pixie; but as I rinse my hands under the running water the ink runs away!! Result!! As a bonus my hands are as smooth as silk, and normal colour once again.
Just one thing before you go.... now I know how to remove the ink, do I go for the full comedic effect of coating my hands in ink, or will this game of fate-temptation backfire???? hmmm......
Today I am in the middle of writing a short note to a prospective penpal. I am using my favourite pen, a candy-striped Parker fountain pen which has blue ink in the cartridge. 3 sentences in the ink runs out. Yes, bad planning but hey, I can change to a funkier colour (and the new penpal will think I'm 'special') - so I select violet and proceed to change the cartridges. All is going well until I realise the new cartridge is not compatible with my pen.....but the seal has popped open. "No problem" I think, I'll just transfer the new ink to the old cartridge using a clean syringe (sick rat - another story), slight problem that I have no needles to help draw it up, but I'll manage. I squeeze the violet ink into a spoon and suck it up into the syringe; the end of the empty cartridge just fits over the syringe-end - all is going well..... until the last couple of milligrams when the ink blows back!!!!! There I am, violet fingers, violet grout now surrounding the kitchen tiles, delicate purple dots festooning my tshirt. I clean up as quickly as possible - realisation slowly dawning that this beautifully vibrant colour is not, I repeat not, coming off my skin..... I check the packaging and one word leaps out... PERMANENT.... OMG! Did any hit my face??? Luckily not. After trying exfoliator I call a friend. Once she has stopped laughing we decide on a mixture of borax and sugar. I rub and rub and rub - there is no movement, I seem destined to be a purple pixie; but as I rinse my hands under the running water the ink runs away!! Result!! As a bonus my hands are as smooth as silk, and normal colour once again.
Just one thing before you go.... now I know how to remove the ink, do I go for the full comedic effect of coating my hands in ink, or will this game of fate-temptation backfire???? hmmm......
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