Nemesis

Bro is busy here, dutifully going through a list of tasks and repairs that we have requested be carried out.

Anyway, garden room security is no 1 on the list.... door is pooped....due to consistent escape runs...... a la mogs!! The number of times I have 'secured' this blasted door is always one less than the number of times the mogs have sussed it out and escaped into the great outdoors! Little blighters. The mogs are indoor cats for their own safety, due to traffic and some nasty folk who delight in taking pot shots with air rifles at any passing animal!! So, the mogs hang out in this garden room...chilling out, watching the world..and the birds...go by:o)

Well the little tyrant who is responsible for orchestrating these Great Escapes is Popeye (he likes climbing trees and there's lots of them around here and mainly in other gardens, so he's busting to get out and up them thar conifers)...and he is proving to be Bro's nemesis!! Arch rivals in the Great Escape department.

Bro can't believe how clever the old black cat is but is hell bent of 'beating' him at this. Well, the garden room is basically a lean-to greenhouse, with this knackered door and you should see how well Bro is reinforcing it. Weatherproof wood in place of perspex...and screwed in REALLY WELL. Took him all day yesterday.


Pop still got out!.....and a few more of his followers...lol

So, today, three heavy duty bolts have been added on. 'Beat that' Bro muttered after toiling away for three hours.

Pop gave him a look which said...'Yeah...OK.' Lol

Anyway, to take his mind off this little problem he decided that Junior should be spoiled. She's had an expensive makeover...birthday pressie from her uncle:o) Hairdo and pierced ears. The waist length tresses are no more. Boo hoo.

She looks lovely and is as pleased as punch:o) Don't they grow up so fast, though?

Never turn your back on a pride of mogs!

Son no 1 came a visiting on Saturday...for Mother's Day on Sunday.

I have bro staying so Son no 1 didn't want to impose on Sunday, so Saturday was the day for him to see his old mother.

I tell him it is ok. He does not have to come up. I am not control freaky mother who insists that they 'the boys' should do their 'duty' and visit every week. I am ok.....but...no....he says he is coming up. I tell him that I must do shopping....food....so he says he will take me.

OK...there is no putting him off. He's coming and so we will have to hoover!! lol

So, he takes us shopping. Parks in Asda carpark. I tell him that I am not up to walking round the local town (he and his other half like to window shop), He says that's ok, they'll manage without me!! So, he basically dumped me in Asda and off they went, with Junior happily tagging along.....so she can buy Mother's Day pressie:o)

Well, this means me perusing the aisles of Asda at my own pace. Yippee!!.....and off I toddles, clutching onto shopping trolley.

Within half an hour they were done and back.

Don't you just hate being rushed? lol Anyway, I had managed to do enough and even got tofu!!!

Biggest laugh was when we got home. He had bought a ready cooked chicked and fresh bread for him, other half and Junior for dinner....chicken sandwiches..with black pepper and mayo...their favourite. He thinks I am weird, being a veggie.

Now that he and girlfriend live together, Son likes to do the culinary stuff, so he was in charge of the sarni making. Well, did the mogs love the aroma of cooked chicken or what? They were on chicken watch!!! and standing guard just about everywhere near or in the kitchen. He boots them out and proceeds to put leftover chicken in the oven, turning his back on his freshly made sarnis.

Bad move.....

You see, my lot can open doors and you can guess the rest! lol

Vagina Secrets

There are some super blogs on the net....for all tastes:o)

This one is sooooo funny at times. Sorry to the blokes out there. x

Read the Vagina Secrets posts. She's just talking aloud...if you get my meaning? Some of the comments are hilarious AND informative. We are all normal...in our own ways:o)

Yay for us!!

PS. Re previous post. There is NO WAY ON THIS EARTH that I'll be able to sit cross-legged and do the 'Ummmmm' thing! sigh..... not unless someone can oil my joints!

Spring Cleaning Life...Getting Started

I never did make any New Year's resolutions this time....mainly because I end up never keeping them! lol Also, rickety joints put a damper on plans.

So, backend into gear, Min...'tis time to get sorted and make changes.....spring clean your life for the better. Yay.....good idea...

So.........taps fingers on desk.......what shall I change about my life......I cast my beady eye around the house and think 'Where the hell do I start?'.........Arghhhhhhh!!!!

This is going to be an uphill battle.

I suppose I must chink away at the bits I want changing, little by little and not be overly ambitious. I always tend to take on too much and then get nothing done because I overdo it and then become ill. So, I will try and reverse that bad habit.

List of things I want. I shall be a minimalist with my wishes to start with....the rest will come, no doubt.

1. Get better.
2. Be happy.

Everything else revolves around these two wishes. If I am happy and healthier I should be able to deal with the crap. So, first thing I have to do, I suppose, is empty my head of all residual nagging!! That means ear plugs when I go see Mother! lol And...stop thinking too much about red tape, bills, state of house, this government's war against us home edders and parents..which is affecting my daughter's happiness (boy, could I swear at that lot!!) Ack..... What do they say?...Don't get mad, get even. So, I won't be voting for them come the General Election!

How are you supposed to empty your head with all that stuff going on? I've tried it in bed at night and it just doesn't empty. Maybe I should try yoga or something to help my body and then the brain might follow and relax a tad. I have a yoga book somewhere..................

Massage and Vampire Mogs

Nearly teenage daughter!!! Arghhh!!


Going through the stage of..."phwwww"...or "pathetic sigh"....or....."It's not fair!".... this is referring to naughty Mummy asking Junior to perform a task....like....take your dirty laundry downstairs....take your dirty dishes/cups/mugs/glasses downstairs...please....etc. Please do not gross me out by allowing them to fester away so as to produce mould. Thank you:o)

The Balls bloke is on the tele again, tonight. Wonder how many porkies he'll tell this time?

Today we found seven more Friends videos in a local charity shop. yay. Plus Dodgeball. All eight for a quid. Bargain!! So, shall watch that tonight while consuming home-made veggie lasagne and garlic bread. No vampires in this house.....due to copious amounts of garlic in our meals lately:o) lol

Talking of relaxing.....When I'm using the laptop, I sit in my bedroom at the side of my desk..back to the radiator. 'Tis lovely when heating is on:o) At this moment in time I have a certain Ms LooLoo Schooler perched on my shoulder. She is the slender, gymnast of 'em all. A beautiful, gentle little soul who still nags me to hell and back for attention, so I pet and stroke her....arthritis therapyfor the hands, you see.

Anyway, she seems to know when the old muscles need loosening up and will regularly jump on my shoulder and pad away (this is when mogs...how can I describe it....knead...with their front paws.... that's what it it's like.....a form of massage....and it helps, you know. it's the same thing they do when they're feeding off the mum...to stimulate milk.)

l'll be having a lie-down and be on my side and she'll jump up and pad away:o)) 'Tis lovely .....until she farts!!!!!

The kitten LooLoo




She takes a rubbish photo

The vampire mogs!

Baby Tinkabelle...who is, at the mo, in hyper party mood!!

Paint Wars

Son no 1 brought back the slow cooker that he borrowed at Christmas! lol He is a bit tight on the petrol money when it comes to travelling up and down motorways but, better late than never.

Anyway, Junior was drawn downstairs this morning due to the heavenly scent of home made rice pud that was bubbling away in the afore-mentioned slow cooker. She is now a fan and has added the recipe to her collection. After consuming beans on toast (with chilli sauce) we had the pud. Yummy. LooLoo cat agrees, too. She managed to wangle some and is currently sunbathing on the window sill with rice pudding'd whiskers:o) ...they go all stiff and starchy.

It's lovely and bright outside. Is Spring on it's way or are the weather gods having us on, again? lol

I've decided to paint the stairs. Brighten them up from the gloomy, yacky state they're in at the mo. (Took yacky carpet up) Only problem is that I would prefer them to be a nice creamy/off white colour. Alas, funds do not permit this so I am stuck with lavender leftovers! I can always use it as an 'undercoat' until funds are flowing again, I suppose:o) Should be fun as, no doubt, the mogs will want to help or supervise! Imagine that.....12 sets of mog paws helping!!! Eeeek! Nope...I see a bit of feline lockup coming on. lol

The hall, stairs and landing walls were this orange colour!! Lovely, eh? lol Felt like you were being 'tangoed'. So, hallway is now a lovely dusky pink but, alas, wasn't enough for stairs and landing. So, with donated paint, they are now lemon and cream. I would prefer duck egg blue....maybe one day. Until then we make do. Those are Junior's legs. She was helping slap on the lemon:o) Can't twizzle piccy round. Sorry if you get a stiff neck.

Sleepless Nights

I am knackered....reason being.....interrupted sleep.


I thought I had eradicated the problem from my life years ago when 'singleton status' arrived.

Anyway, older you get softer in the head you get and before you know it.....you have another 'companion' in the bedroom:o).....All is well...hunky dory in fact. We get on well...Unfortunately this one can snore for ENGLAND too!!!!! You know, the pnuematic drill, wall shaking, migraine manufacturing, deafening type of racket!!


To keep the relationship on a friendly basis (more like....to prevent a ratty me in the mornings) I have kicked, prodded, turned them over, booted them out and into another bed..... but nothing stops the blessed noise!!

Drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr gasp gasp..drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.......ALL NIGHT!!!!


OK...they can't help it...it's just one of those things....but still.....I look and feel like and old sea hag thanks to sleepus interuptus. Sigh......


Who is behind all this, you might ask, for my sleep deprivaton?