I'm going to be a granny, again!.....courtesy of Son no 1 and his missus. I think they'll be great parents. Son no 1, being the managerial type, has already organised my Granny Duties. lol
Best get on with the knitting:o)
Junior is now into the swing of all things Christmas, having purchased some twinkly decorations yesterday. The shops are full of the stuff already! Ho hum.
Don't kids grow up so quickly? Grandchild of Min is coming on leaps and bounds. Natters away on the phone to us:o) Won't be long before Junior is looking down and patting me on the head. She is tall and slender. Model figure. As it is, she's knicked all my 'rickty joints unfriendly' trendy shoes and raided my costume jewellery box. She's 'passed' on my makeup.......too boring. lol I've had the knowing 'look' off Mother..as in.....teen years 'are a well n truly here'... so enjoy the hormones. I will try, but I think I'll be busy with my own......hot flushes and the like.. lol
Tuesday 16 November 2010
Monday 15 November 2010
Ack
Woo hoo!
Laptop has fired up, again.
I officially hate this worse than useless thing.
Maybe Santa will bring me a laptop that actually works properly. No more having to place a finger on ac connection at all times thus no more one fingered typing and it would be nice to have a properly working keyboard...no missing letters and ghostly tabbing. Sigh.....dream on.
And...non advert pop ups! Yak!
Moan, moan, moan.....
Laptop has fired up, again.
I officially hate this worse than useless thing.
Maybe Santa will bring me a laptop that actually works properly. No more having to place a finger on ac connection at all times thus no more one fingered typing and it would be nice to have a properly working keyboard...no missing letters and ghostly tabbing. Sigh.....dream on.
And...non advert pop ups! Yak!
Moan, moan, moan.....
Wednesday 3 November 2010
Michael Jackson
Oh dear...
The bloody Doom and Gloom goes on!!!
My nephew, who shares his name with a famous person, is very, very poorly and my sis is in floods of tears.
My heart goes out to her. Before he was born, 30 years ago....she suffered a still born. A boy named Peter...my little nephew:o) The medics, apparently, knew he had died and let her give 'birth'. She never saw him as they took him away straight after the 'birth'. He was buried with a 'stranger' as she and bro in law couldn't afford a separate burial for him. To this day, she doesn't know where he is.
How cruel was that!!!!? She has searched high and low for him.
What shit faced officials could bury a baby like that? Pah!! Call ourselves a civilised society?
I was just a kid at the time. 12. I wish I could have helped. Really. I wish I could have., but I didn't even know the facts of life at that age!!
Sis has never been the same since. Completely wrecked, emotionally. She is pooped. Some in the family reckon she should have 'got on with it' but I understand her totally....now that I have kids of my own.
So...Mike....Fight!! Get well soon:o) We love you. xxxx
The bloody Doom and Gloom goes on!!!
My nephew, who shares his name with a famous person, is very, very poorly and my sis is in floods of tears.
My heart goes out to her. Before he was born, 30 years ago....she suffered a still born. A boy named Peter...my little nephew:o) The medics, apparently, knew he had died and let her give 'birth'. She never saw him as they took him away straight after the 'birth'. He was buried with a 'stranger' as she and bro in law couldn't afford a separate burial for him. To this day, she doesn't know where he is.
How cruel was that!!!!? She has searched high and low for him.
What shit faced officials could bury a baby like that? Pah!! Call ourselves a civilised society?
I was just a kid at the time. 12. I wish I could have helped. Really. I wish I could have., but I didn't even know the facts of life at that age!!
Sis has never been the same since. Completely wrecked, emotionally. She is pooped. Some in the family reckon she should have 'got on with it' but I understand her totally....now that I have kids of my own.
So...Mike....Fight!! Get well soon:o) We love you. xxxx
Bad Shot Builders
My adult nephew has been rushed into hospital with a collapsed lung. Yikes! Poor lad is feeling like crap. We can't figure out how he got this. Apparently, if you're tall and thin, then you're prone to this. Hopefully, the docs will sort him out and the nurses will cheer him up!
We are still washing machine-less! 'Times is 'ard'...so to speak. lol
Anyhow, I'm quite enjoying the workout that is hand washing. Call me mad, or whatever, but it's quite therapeutic...apart from when my finger joints lock when I'm in 'mid wringing out the water.' Eeeek! The sensation is weird. A bit like knocking your elbow...don't know whether to laugh or cry. Sometimes it feels like they're going to snap and drop off! Still...I reckon the more I exercise them then I might regain a bit more flexibility so that I might actually one day be able to get my hands round and wash my neck!
I've managed to not tread on any more cats:o) They're avoiding old Flat Foot here by moving to higher ground.......like anything comfy...bed, sofa, etc. Mother's cat has the hump on because he's not allowed out at the mo. Neighbours are re-roofing and the builders are flinging bits of roof down from their scaffolding position, supposedly into their lorry which is parked below . Obviously, if they scored a direct hit on Jimbob as he patrols his patch (which is under this flight path) then I would have one very flattened mog and one unhappy Mother, but try telling that to the old grump! (the mog, I mean) lol Mother cheers him up by spoiling him with a prime piece of cod, though. so he's keeping his portly waistline. He is, actually, quite fleet of foot and regularly gives Junior the runaround when she's trying to get him indoors.
Can't miss the fact that the builders are somewhat bad shots and are dropping bits of roof all over the place. If it wasn't for the garden room, then we could well have been brained a couple of times with exocet pieces of timber! Yikes!
Have to smile. One of the neighbours is out washing his car! The heavens are about to open....and he still washes his car! Sigh..... I have moved mine away from the 'bad shot' builders' line of fire. lol
Anyway, Junior was on a mission this week to make some Christmas cards. Things have not gone to plan. They're not perfect enough. Yesterday I caught her eyeing up some in Lidl. lol She's diverted her artistic skills and is now constructing and sewing some felt Christmas tree decorations and dangly things, which could well end up as little stocking fillers. Bless She's also hooked on cookery programmes. Jamie, Nigella, Masterchef, Hairy Bikers. You name it, she watches it.....and cooks:o) Loads of photos but charger is pooped. lol
Keep your fingers crossed that the roof stays up!
We are still washing machine-less! 'Times is 'ard'...so to speak. lol
Anyhow, I'm quite enjoying the workout that is hand washing. Call me mad, or whatever, but it's quite therapeutic...apart from when my finger joints lock when I'm in 'mid wringing out the water.' Eeeek! The sensation is weird. A bit like knocking your elbow...don't know whether to laugh or cry. Sometimes it feels like they're going to snap and drop off! Still...I reckon the more I exercise them then I might regain a bit more flexibility so that I might actually one day be able to get my hands round and wash my neck!
I've managed to not tread on any more cats:o) They're avoiding old Flat Foot here by moving to higher ground.......like anything comfy...bed, sofa, etc. Mother's cat has the hump on because he's not allowed out at the mo. Neighbours are re-roofing and the builders are flinging bits of roof down from their scaffolding position, supposedly into their lorry which is parked below . Obviously, if they scored a direct hit on Jimbob as he patrols his patch (which is under this flight path) then I would have one very flattened mog and one unhappy Mother, but try telling that to the old grump! (the mog, I mean) lol Mother cheers him up by spoiling him with a prime piece of cod, though. so he's keeping his portly waistline. He is, actually, quite fleet of foot and regularly gives Junior the runaround when she's trying to get him indoors.
Can't miss the fact that the builders are somewhat bad shots and are dropping bits of roof all over the place. If it wasn't for the garden room, then we could well have been brained a couple of times with exocet pieces of timber! Yikes!
Have to smile. One of the neighbours is out washing his car! The heavens are about to open....and he still washes his car! Sigh..... I have moved mine away from the 'bad shot' builders' line of fire. lol
Anyway, Junior was on a mission this week to make some Christmas cards. Things have not gone to plan. They're not perfect enough. Yesterday I caught her eyeing up some in Lidl. lol She's diverted her artistic skills and is now constructing and sewing some felt Christmas tree decorations and dangly things, which could well end up as little stocking fillers. Bless She's also hooked on cookery programmes. Jamie, Nigella, Masterchef, Hairy Bikers. You name it, she watches it.....and cooks:o) Loads of photos but charger is pooped. lol
Keep your fingers crossed that the roof stays up!
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