Hello there one and all, today is a teachers training day so I have been subjected to a little taster of what half term will be like. Let's be honest though one week is nothing compared to 6 weeks so it should be a breeze. The kids are fine but just like normal very noisy and continually after food. It barely gets to 9am and they are requesting lunch, when they can't have lunch focus turns to crisps and if all else fails a biscuit will suffice.
The weather is dismal especially as today is the 1st October. I absolutely love Autumn it is my favourite season and my fave is Halloween, such a child I am. There is nothing of any real interest to report, I am still extremely annoyed and frustrated at my bank 'Abbey' as I am still waiting for them to send me my replacement debit card which expired at the end of August exactly one month ago. I have no other credit cards or accounts with other banks so I really am stuck, best not even to go there as I am sure that certain parts of my body have steam coming out of them. Anyway I am going to repay my rather large overdraft and then take my custom elsewhere. No-one seems to know what is going on and each time I speak to someone; generally after waiting for half an hour on the phone something else has happened to my card, the way I see it I should have about 5 debit cards stacked up somewhere.
Pixie has been let off of playgroup today as she doesn't like it at the best of times let alone when all of her bros and sis aren't at school. Louis has sustained a massive injury to his foot, he is unsure how it happened but it hurts when he treads on it so I told him not to tread on it and off he went limping, happy enough with my medical diagnosis. I knew that all that time I was meant to be studying at college but was in fact watching Quincy ME would pay off. So that in fact is that from me, I have more washing to attend to and more patients to medically assist so I bid you a fond farewell.
Today's medical fact; The sense of taste is the weakest of the five senses.
Good job with my cooking.
Monday, 1 October 2007
Friday, 28 September 2007
Spaghetti arms
Hello there everyone, sorry for the delay in posting a new post but a lot has happened. Currently I am looking at secondary schools for Caitlin, which is hard work. Everyone tells you it is hard choosing the right school and even harder waiting for the results of which school you have been given. I am now finished looking and have the arduous task of selecting 6, yes 6. Not sure that there is 6 in the area let alone 6 that I would choose.
I am a governor at the Infant school which the terrible twins attend and Tuesday we had the call that we have all been waiting for, yes the one which all schools shudder at the name of; OFSTED. Even the name sounds scary. For those of you not in the know and to my understanding that is most of you except my mum the honourable roboeye, they are the school inspectors, a tad like the child catcher in Chitty chitty bang bang. They ensure that the school is; doing all that it should, that is running effectively, that it knows its strengths and weaknesses and it is doing something about them. No stone is left unturned and no-one is safe from its prying eye. Years ago inspections could take up to 5 days, 5 long hard days. One day was all we had and believe you me that was enough. OFSTED have the power to shut schools down and obviously prospective parents will be checking and double checking the OFSTED report before they choose the school. Believe you me this school lark is big business as less kids applying to the school means less money for the school. So we were all very nervous especially me as I am the chair of governors know less, and if I am doing my job properly I should be monitoring the school properly and I am held accountable for. So, I had to spend 30 long minutes 'chatting' to the nice man from OFSTED. I was actually fine as I did not stop talking. In the end I had a sore throat and he was itching to get away. Poor man did not know what he had let himself in for.
This Thursday was also the start of the Latin American dancing course that me and my friend have decide to start, it runs for only 15 weeks, that is if we last that long. After many, many phrases from Dirty Dancing, we have learnt well kind of the art of the 'cha cha cha'; get a load of us. Funny is exactly what everyone thought we were and we had to agree with them. As you can imagine the mean age of the students was 60 and when the instructor told the ladies and men to separate we found ourselves opposite two dapper gentlemen and my friend whispered, 'we pulled here'. Not sure their wives were too impressed. Needless to say we tried, and we looked like two elephants instead of seductive Latin American beauties, well there are 14 weeks left so there is definitely room for improvement.
All is good in the big brother house and I cannot believe I am saying this but there is only 2 weeks until half term. Oh my god I had better stock up on the Valium and the vodka.
Today's medical fact; An average human drinks about 16,000 gallons of water in a lifetime.
I am a governor at the Infant school which the terrible twins attend and Tuesday we had the call that we have all been waiting for, yes the one which all schools shudder at the name of; OFSTED. Even the name sounds scary. For those of you not in the know and to my understanding that is most of you except my mum the honourable roboeye, they are the school inspectors, a tad like the child catcher in Chitty chitty bang bang. They ensure that the school is; doing all that it should, that is running effectively, that it knows its strengths and weaknesses and it is doing something about them. No stone is left unturned and no-one is safe from its prying eye. Years ago inspections could take up to 5 days, 5 long hard days. One day was all we had and believe you me that was enough. OFSTED have the power to shut schools down and obviously prospective parents will be checking and double checking the OFSTED report before they choose the school. Believe you me this school lark is big business as less kids applying to the school means less money for the school. So we were all very nervous especially me as I am the chair of governors know less, and if I am doing my job properly I should be monitoring the school properly and I am held accountable for. So, I had to spend 30 long minutes 'chatting' to the nice man from OFSTED. I was actually fine as I did not stop talking. In the end I had a sore throat and he was itching to get away. Poor man did not know what he had let himself in for.
This Thursday was also the start of the Latin American dancing course that me and my friend have decide to start, it runs for only 15 weeks, that is if we last that long. After many, many phrases from Dirty Dancing, we have learnt well kind of the art of the 'cha cha cha'; get a load of us. Funny is exactly what everyone thought we were and we had to agree with them. As you can imagine the mean age of the students was 60 and when the instructor told the ladies and men to separate we found ourselves opposite two dapper gentlemen and my friend whispered, 'we pulled here'. Not sure their wives were too impressed. Needless to say we tried, and we looked like two elephants instead of seductive Latin American beauties, well there are 14 weeks left so there is definitely room for improvement.
All is good in the big brother house and I cannot believe I am saying this but there is only 2 weeks until half term. Oh my god I had better stock up on the Valium and the vodka.
Today's medical fact; An average human drinks about 16,000 gallons of water in a lifetime.
Tuesday, 11 September 2007
Time flies when you are having FUN
So sorry I have left it so long but a lot has happened. I cannot believe that after 6 long weeks they are back to school and little Pixie has and some what nervously started playgroup. It feels like my last blogs were from a different life.
So we had a lovely two nights in a caravan which was situated a stone's throw from Great Yarmouth at a charming place called Hopton. I booked it through a company called Haven because we have outgrown most of the other places. Not too impressed with Haven this time especially as I upgraded the caravan. The first thing I have to get to grips with is that I am on holiday but I have to make all of the beds as the linen comes in plastic bags and not on the beds. Not holiday as we know it. I have used Haven before but not at this particular park. We were right next door to a kids playground, complete with cocky, swearing teenagers, my temperature rising I lowered my heart rate and bit my tongue. I had talked myself down from the ledge and all was OK, my crutch was that if they were still there being noisy when the children were trying to get to bed I would call the security number, nice.
Three beds made later and I noticed that three young men were taking items into the caravan next to us. Items being crates of beer. OK, time to finish the tongue completely off. 'It's OK, it's OK, it's OK' I chanted like a crazy woman. Husband was very calming and he told me to worry until there was cause to. OK, I thought that makes sense but in my mind it was 1.30 in the morning, they were drunk and trying to steal the children whilst fighting with the swearing teenagers.
Anyway we are all safely back home, all in one piece and the children are settled back at school like the 6 weeks holidays were a figment in our imaginations and before we know it, it will be the October half term. So the little matter of the greyhound which has settled nicely into our manic lifestyle. Everyone that I have spoken to have been so negative about having a dog, actually a bit like when I was expecting again. Lady or her official name; Randalls Legacy is no trouble at all, in fact the children are more trouble. The only thing I am having trouble with is wiping my floor about six times a day but I have found a solution and it is not doggy shoes. I just wipe her paws when she comes in and all is sorted.
So that is a compacted version of my life since my last posting, a lovely evening out if not a tad accident prone was had with a flying pink elephant and a midwife. We ventured out to the Oxo tower (nice), went to a nice bar, motion. Lost the midwife's glasses, got a parking ticket and a few other ups and downs, nothing is ever simple is it?
Anyway I must dash and once again I apologise for the delay, but I am sure that by next school holidays all will be back to normal and let's face it, we never know what a new day brings and that is what I like about life.
Today's medical fact; The eyelashes shed by a human in his entire life is of 30 m of length.
You couldn't make some of these facts up could you?
So we had a lovely two nights in a caravan which was situated a stone's throw from Great Yarmouth at a charming place called Hopton. I booked it through a company called Haven because we have outgrown most of the other places. Not too impressed with Haven this time especially as I upgraded the caravan. The first thing I have to get to grips with is that I am on holiday but I have to make all of the beds as the linen comes in plastic bags and not on the beds. Not holiday as we know it. I have used Haven before but not at this particular park. We were right next door to a kids playground, complete with cocky, swearing teenagers, my temperature rising I lowered my heart rate and bit my tongue. I had talked myself down from the ledge and all was OK, my crutch was that if they were still there being noisy when the children were trying to get to bed I would call the security number, nice.
Three beds made later and I noticed that three young men were taking items into the caravan next to us. Items being crates of beer. OK, time to finish the tongue completely off. 'It's OK, it's OK, it's OK' I chanted like a crazy woman. Husband was very calming and he told me to worry until there was cause to. OK, I thought that makes sense but in my mind it was 1.30 in the morning, they were drunk and trying to steal the children whilst fighting with the swearing teenagers.
Anyway we are all safely back home, all in one piece and the children are settled back at school like the 6 weeks holidays were a figment in our imaginations and before we know it, it will be the October half term. So the little matter of the greyhound which has settled nicely into our manic lifestyle. Everyone that I have spoken to have been so negative about having a dog, actually a bit like when I was expecting again. Lady or her official name; Randalls Legacy is no trouble at all, in fact the children are more trouble. The only thing I am having trouble with is wiping my floor about six times a day but I have found a solution and it is not doggy shoes. I just wipe her paws when she comes in and all is sorted.
So that is a compacted version of my life since my last posting, a lovely evening out if not a tad accident prone was had with a flying pink elephant and a midwife. We ventured out to the Oxo tower (nice), went to a nice bar, motion. Lost the midwife's glasses, got a parking ticket and a few other ups and downs, nothing is ever simple is it?
Anyway I must dash and once again I apologise for the delay, but I am sure that by next school holidays all will be back to normal and let's face it, we never know what a new day brings and that is what I like about life.
Today's medical fact; The eyelashes shed by a human in his entire life is of 30 m of length.
You couldn't make some of these facts up could you?
Wednesday, 29 August 2007
Them bones
I am unsure about all this 'facebook' lark. I was introduced to it by my 14 year old friends daughter. At that point and still, I thought of it as, and at the risk of sounding 'old', childish. She had led me into a life of throwing pies and other unsavoury items. I have spoken about it to my flying pink elephant blog friend and another midwife friend and we are all slightly unsure. My friend Louise came round today with her daughter and she logged me onto it under her name and, as well as throwing pies I noticed that you can 'poke' people. So, I gave her boyfriend a 'poke' in the strictly finger prodding sense and not in the sexual fashion as we are both dubious of what this means. Maybe I am expecting too much and to 'poke' someone just means that. Who knows? And who cares?
Although I am indeed a lover of new technology it amazes me how quick things are picked up. A bit like Friends Reunited and eBay. I am not a member of friends reunited as I believe that if you have not stayed in contact whilst leaving school/college/uni than that friendship surely did not have staying power. My best friend and I have known each other since playgroup. We went to the same Infant and Junior school but different senior schools and we are still as close then as we are now, these friendship bonds are not made to be broken. And if there surely is a time to move on to new friend pastures green then senior school is that time.
I just wish I had the forward thinking to be part of this new technology, I mean eBay must have made the owners billions. I think that if you are that way inclined then you have always been interested in making money. Richard Branson (Virgin empire) was apparently told at school that he would amount to nothing and so it reads on his school report. Well how wrong could that teacher be? I will just stick to all the boring things I think, like cooking and cleaning as we are all lucky in different ways. We are lucky to have our beautiful children no matter how noisy they are, as I am sure that some people long to hear the laughter of children echoing through their house. Some people must long for a husband or wife to share their lives with, and no matter how much money you earn and in the words of the Beatles 'can't buy me love' I will stick with what I know as I think I am the luckiest person alive.
Today's medical fact; At birth we have over 300 bones. As we grow up, some of the bones begin to fuse together as a result an adult has only 206 bones.
That is alot of bones.
Although I am indeed a lover of new technology it amazes me how quick things are picked up. A bit like Friends Reunited and eBay. I am not a member of friends reunited as I believe that if you have not stayed in contact whilst leaving school/college/uni than that friendship surely did not have staying power. My best friend and I have known each other since playgroup. We went to the same Infant and Junior school but different senior schools and we are still as close then as we are now, these friendship bonds are not made to be broken. And if there surely is a time to move on to new friend pastures green then senior school is that time.
I just wish I had the forward thinking to be part of this new technology, I mean eBay must have made the owners billions. I think that if you are that way inclined then you have always been interested in making money. Richard Branson (Virgin empire) was apparently told at school that he would amount to nothing and so it reads on his school report. Well how wrong could that teacher be? I will just stick to all the boring things I think, like cooking and cleaning as we are all lucky in different ways. We are lucky to have our beautiful children no matter how noisy they are, as I am sure that some people long to hear the laughter of children echoing through their house. Some people must long for a husband or wife to share their lives with, and no matter how much money you earn and in the words of the Beatles 'can't buy me love' I will stick with what I know as I think I am the luckiest person alive.
Today's medical fact; At birth we have over 300 bones. As we grow up, some of the bones begin to fuse together as a result an adult has only 206 bones.
That is alot of bones.
Tuesday, 28 August 2007
tHe PoSt WiTh No NaMe
7 more days until the kids go back to school, I don't mean for that to sound as desperate as it does. It hasn't been that bad and like everything in this world it does have some up sides. Like, no lunch boxes to make or wash up, actually that's just about all there is so roll on Tuesday.
So today I have been mostly making a pink football kit for a youngster in Surrey. That is my little sideline, pink football kits for girls with their name on the back, their name emblazoned (not sure if I have made that word up) with pink blinging diamantes. Very nice indeed and that is Tuesday nearly over with, all but the god forsaken dinner. Sometimes I just cannot bear to make dinner or clear up.
I have been looking over other blog's and I have come to the conclusion that mine is quite boring compared to others, but that is my life I am afraid just my little old life with the 7 kids just buzzing in my ear, one after the other. They won't be happy until I am sitting on the floor rocking. Sorry about today's blog it is a tad on the depressive side so god help anyone that is on the brink, this site is enough to tip you over. Let's hope that tomorrow the sun is shining and all is good in the big brother house.
Today's medical fact; The average person falls asleep in seven minutes.
7 minutes is hardly anything. Without knowing the number 7 has appeared in this blog 4 times; its facts a minute here.
So today I have been mostly making a pink football kit for a youngster in Surrey. That is my little sideline, pink football kits for girls with their name on the back, their name emblazoned (not sure if I have made that word up) with pink blinging diamantes. Very nice indeed and that is Tuesday nearly over with, all but the god forsaken dinner. Sometimes I just cannot bear to make dinner or clear up.
I have been looking over other blog's and I have come to the conclusion that mine is quite boring compared to others, but that is my life I am afraid just my little old life with the 7 kids just buzzing in my ear, one after the other. They won't be happy until I am sitting on the floor rocking. Sorry about today's blog it is a tad on the depressive side so god help anyone that is on the brink, this site is enough to tip you over. Let's hope that tomorrow the sun is shining and all is good in the big brother house.
Today's medical fact; The average person falls asleep in seven minutes.
7 minutes is hardly anything. Without knowing the number 7 has appeared in this blog 4 times; its facts a minute here.
Sunday, 26 August 2007
Anger Management
I have had a very social weekend, much to my husbands annoyance. Friday night was a lovely evening, enjoying birthday drinks with my friends from school (where the children go) and to make it even better I bumped into 2 very old friends. When I say old, I don't mean that they are old but that I have known them for a serious amount of time, in fact you get a shorter sentence for manslaughter (only joking girls). It was like fate though, I had no idea that they would be both out and when we left the first venue (much to my annoyance) I bumped into them again at the later venue, what are the chances? It made a good night a fantastic night. Then last night I enjoyed fine wine with my best friend and her common law husband, absolutely the best food with the best service. A small country pub just out of Reigate. So two nights out in a run, I do believe that is grounds for divorce in my household and his mood was not lightened when I informed him that next weekend I had a date with a flying pink elephant (the blog title obviously, as we all know elephants are not pink and neither can they fly). So I am not popular at the moment.......oh well.
I have made contact with my stunning sister and roboeye having it large in Australia. So far so good and they having a lovely time, like that would be hard not too. (I am sorry but I cannot stop myself from seething jealousy). Anyway the sun is shining temporarily so all is good in the world for me, but Husband is a different story. On the way to Reigate I had the hard task of informing him that the clutch may well have gone on the car that he has only just fixed. I don't know what I may have done to upset this car but every time I use it, it breaks. So he was not a happy man. We are two very different people, I am a halfway full glass, he is a halfway empty and 'life is bad enough already' type of person. So last night after hearing that he once again had to repair the car I had the job of talking him down from the ledge and telling him that it is not the end of the world. I told him that we are lucky, we have each other, our children and a home. I can understand his anger, after all it's not me that has to repair the car but I don't see how screaming and shouting will make anything better. No-one tells you that when you decide to get married just which tactics you need to survive a relationship but I suppose that is what marriage is all about, I support him in his car repair anger and he supports me in my going to throttle the children anger, it's all about give and take. Shouldn't be called marriage should be called give and take and I am up for as much giving as is needed.
Today's medical fact; If Barbie were life-size, her measurements would be 39-23-33. She would stand seven feet, two inches tall and have a neck twice the length of a normal human's neck.
Not a good look
I have made contact with my stunning sister and roboeye having it large in Australia. So far so good and they having a lovely time, like that would be hard not too. (I am sorry but I cannot stop myself from seething jealousy). Anyway the sun is shining temporarily so all is good in the world for me, but Husband is a different story. On the way to Reigate I had the hard task of informing him that the clutch may well have gone on the car that he has only just fixed. I don't know what I may have done to upset this car but every time I use it, it breaks. So he was not a happy man. We are two very different people, I am a halfway full glass, he is a halfway empty and 'life is bad enough already' type of person. So last night after hearing that he once again had to repair the car I had the job of talking him down from the ledge and telling him that it is not the end of the world. I told him that we are lucky, we have each other, our children and a home. I can understand his anger, after all it's not me that has to repair the car but I don't see how screaming and shouting will make anything better. No-one tells you that when you decide to get married just which tactics you need to survive a relationship but I suppose that is what marriage is all about, I support him in his car repair anger and he supports me in my going to throttle the children anger, it's all about give and take. Shouldn't be called marriage should be called give and take and I am up for as much giving as is needed.
Today's medical fact; If Barbie were life-size, her measurements would be 39-23-33. She would stand seven feet, two inches tall and have a neck twice the length of a normal human's neck.
Not a good look
Thursday, 23 August 2007
Age concern
All is noisy in the big brother house, in fact the word 'noisy' does not do justice to the level of sound in my house at the moment. Nothing to report, sun still is not shining and the days are just slipping away until the children go back to school, shame. I tell you, modern technology just leaves me in wonder. I am the designated travel agent at the moment and I have just learnt that you can 'check in' online, my god.
Whilst trying desperately to slip back into a state of sleep after feeding the baby at some ungodly hour my thoughts turned to me getting old. I know that I am ONLY 32, but I desperately tried to work out what year it would be when I would be 80. I remember when I was at senior school and back in the day when it was just 1st, 2nd third year and not year 7, year 8 and so on, there was a lot of discussion about space stations. It must have been big business because we were all asked to decide what profession we would have aboard this huge space station. Apparently the government would be asking a select few to drop everything and live forever in space and I could think of a few people I wouldn't mind sending in to space. The best job at the time I could come up with was a hairdresser, what high expectations I had of myself back then, (absolutely no offence meant to hairdressers at all, and you certainly have your work cut out on my mop). It just goes to show that although technology does move very quickly we are still no nearer to creating a space station. The year will be 2057 (I think) and I wonder how much further advanced we will be then. Its funny just how much dreams and night time thinking does affect you. I think that because you are in a kind of state of unconsciousness you are much more susceptible and dreams do feel so real. Anyway me ageing is obviously firmly in my mind and it still is. I know that I am still 32 years young but there are still things that you can only do when you are younger and not suffering from hangovers is one of them. As well as eating house loads of food and it having absolutely no physical affect on you. Whilst I am reminiscing I would also be able to join the RAF, qualify as a firm possibility as the new Dr Who's sidekick and wear very short shorts because I would have the legs and the age to pull it off. Anyway I just have to think that Angelina Jolie is 32, looks fantastic and is doing all of her own stunts in her latest film and what is good enough for her is good enough for me. Where's Brad Pitt when you need him.
Today's medical fact; Before their first birthday, average babies will have dribbled 255 pints of saliva. By the time they're two years old, they will have crawled 93 miles.
Whilst trying desperately to slip back into a state of sleep after feeding the baby at some ungodly hour my thoughts turned to me getting old. I know that I am ONLY 32, but I desperately tried to work out what year it would be when I would be 80. I remember when I was at senior school and back in the day when it was just 1st, 2nd third year and not year 7, year 8 and so on, there was a lot of discussion about space stations. It must have been big business because we were all asked to decide what profession we would have aboard this huge space station. Apparently the government would be asking a select few to drop everything and live forever in space and I could think of a few people I wouldn't mind sending in to space. The best job at the time I could come up with was a hairdresser, what high expectations I had of myself back then, (absolutely no offence meant to hairdressers at all, and you certainly have your work cut out on my mop). It just goes to show that although technology does move very quickly we are still no nearer to creating a space station. The year will be 2057 (I think) and I wonder how much further advanced we will be then. Its funny just how much dreams and night time thinking does affect you. I think that because you are in a kind of state of unconsciousness you are much more susceptible and dreams do feel so real. Anyway me ageing is obviously firmly in my mind and it still is. I know that I am still 32 years young but there are still things that you can only do when you are younger and not suffering from hangovers is one of them. As well as eating house loads of food and it having absolutely no physical affect on you. Whilst I am reminiscing I would also be able to join the RAF, qualify as a firm possibility as the new Dr Who's sidekick and wear very short shorts because I would have the legs and the age to pull it off. Anyway I just have to think that Angelina Jolie is 32, looks fantastic and is doing all of her own stunts in her latest film and what is good enough for her is good enough for me. Where's Brad Pitt when you need him.
Today's medical fact; Before their first birthday, average babies will have dribbled 255 pints of saliva. By the time they're two years old, they will have crawled 93 miles.
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