We have these little gnomes which have ball-bearings in so that when you
put them on the top of a slope they tumble (head over heels) down to the
bottom. To anyone with no sense of humour or fun this might sound
rubbish but it really makes us laugh!
We've had the little gnomes for ages but today Rosie decided to try and
make a really big one out of a toilet roll tube so we did and here he is
next to his smaller brothers :)
Then, Rosie took a few bits of video, from different angles and put them
together in one film (with some funny music!) and the result is everso
funny *laughs*. Here you go:
Looked out of one of our back windows earlier and saw something that
made me giggle (sorry, it's the sort of thing that DOES make me giggle
... sort of ...erm... really daft!)
The snow has all but melted and what remains has formed a picture on our
back grass. Behold! Snow pig!
Sorry about the rubbish picture - it was through glass.
Can you see? *laughs* His snout and ear is off to the left, legs at the
bottom and bum off to the right. A giant snow pig!
Some general feelings of unwellness here today so a second week with no
yoga for the kids - definately going next week! Rosie had Guides on
Monday and enjoyed it as much as ever - they were designing new badges -
next week they're doing knitting.
Erm ... what else? Not much! Weather has turned drizzly now but I kind
of like it like this - all misty and mellow :) I'm going to snuggle up
later and watch another episode of Pride and Prejudice and have
cauliflower/broccoli bake for dinner - yummy, yummy :)
Back years ago when I worked for BT, I had to clock in and out because I
worked flexi-hours and even then it seemed a bit ... well, odd. Being as
I am now, a "housewife" (sorry, don't like that word!), I would hope
that I could work to my own schedule and plan my day sufficiently to get
things done. Also, I would hope to be able to do this without having to
"prove" (to Tim) that I did it by way of how many hours I worked (like
the BT clock-in, clock-out)!
I would hope I could do it without this .... The Good Girl Time Clock!
Go ahead, watch it and brace yourself .... I didn't know whether to gasp
in shock or die laughing:
I got Tim to watch it and he did so with that particular kind of smirk
that he has on his face when he's thinking (naughtily) "hmmm, you know,
this isn't such a bad idea". Oh yeah! I can just see it now! Tim, on
arriving home from work (you'll have to imagine this complete with the
posh 1940's voices):
*Please note: the following scenario is entirely from the realms of
my imagine and bears no (little) resemblance to real life. Thank you.
S: (whilst trying to hide the fact that she has playdough/paint/flour on
the front of her tshirt) Why, hello darling! Did you have a good day at
the ..... erm... office (warehouse doesn't sound quite as good!)?
T: (Casting eye around kitchen) Why yes darling, it was absolutely
splendid! Hard work of course, but then I'm such a big strong chap that
I hardly noticed! What about you dear, did you complete all your little
menial tasks today?
S: (Tries to look innocent) Oh *nervous laugh*, you know me! On the go
from dawn to dusk!
T: (raises one eyebrow) Well, you know darling, I feel I should check to
make sure, I know what a naughty girl you can be sometimes. Let's
have a look at THE GOOD GIRL TIME CLOCK shall we?
S: (Fidgeting and looking nervous) Of course .... erm....
T: (Looks at clock frowning) WHY! What is this?! It would appear you
neglected to wash the bathroom floor, change the beds and feed the
children! This is disgraceful!
S: (Getting a bit of a wobbling lip on) I'm so sorry darling, one
becomes so dreadfully engrossed in these daytime soaps sometimes ......
T: (Folds arms and looks terribly stern) That is NO excuse! I'm really
quite terribly shocked and displeased! So much slacking ..... and ....
where is my 3 course dinner?.... and DARLING! You appear NOT to have
changed into something clean and pretty for me!
S: (Feeling like an abject failure) *blub, blub*
T: Well, you know what this means don't you?
S: Yes dear, I'm a BAD HOUSEWIFE *blub, blub*
T: And you know what happens to the bottoms of bad housewives don't you?
S: Yes dear ... *blub, blub, blub*
T: This is going to hurt me more than you .........
*LAUGHS AND LAUGHS AND LAUGHS*
Oh heavens! Imagine your husband being more like your boss!! "Yes Mr
Sellers", "No Mr Sellers" .... "Shall I do some overtime Mr
Sellers?"..... Hmmmm.
PS .... although, I'd imagine your boss wouldn't smack your bottom!
Better wrap up folks - according to my iGoogle page weather gadget we're
all going to freeze our bits and pieces off:
I reckon someone made a mistake - you think? *laughs*
Posted by Sarah at 12:03 PM [Permalink] Edited on: Sunday, December 13, 2009 12:06 PM
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Saturday, December 12, 2009
"Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree"
Me and the kids put the tree up today while Tim was at work and very
pretty it looks too :) Here's a photo I took which I then (not sure
why!) converted into "rough pastels" in Photoshop:
Aaaah! Pretty!
Of course, I've been snapping away all day (like to document these
things!) so here are a few more - the good, the bad and the downright
ridiculous. Some were just too silly for words and I couldn't resist
adding some captions
Musical instrument wall decorations - we've had these for YEARS!
Hemmy becoming entangled in the fairy lights. I was trying to sort them
out and he would NOT move.
A non-pastel version of our tree!
We all had to have turns wearing the Santa hat and thus all had to have
turns looking daft *laughs*.
See what I mean ....? Sorry about my rather scruffy attire - I had been
working all day!
I took a couple of the kids wearing it but they didn't come out too good
so I'll have to redo them.
Tim went out and decided to freak us out by peering through the window
just as we were taking piccies.
Hmmm .... I don't know what to say really! A bit of Christmas madness
got to us I think! Probably plenty more where that came from.
Posted by Sarah at 5:12 PM [Permalink] Edited on: Saturday, December 12, 2009 5:28 PM
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Monday, December 07, 2009
Catching up
I've been working like mad on THREE sewing projects today that need to
be done for Christmas - I'm thinking I've got my fingers in a few too
many pies! Still, it's satisfying because I'm getting there and, apart
from the sewing (for the kids Christmas stockings), there is also a
small but growing collection of pressies on our dining table :)
Tim went out this morning and did some shopping (of the secret variety
for yours truly) and got some of the kids things as well. He got back ok
this time .... last year he was on his way home with a bootful of
presents (including Rosie's TV!) and the clutch went and he had to drive
all the way home with no clutch - yikes! That was the old car though and
this year there were no such dramas thank god.
Tomorrow I have to go out and get some last bits for Tim's birthday (37
on Wednesday!), do some more sewing and wrap up a few more pressies :)
Posted by Sarah at 9:46 PM [Permalink] Edited on: Monday, December 07, 2009 9:50 PM
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Tuesday, November 03, 2009
5 Little Known Things
I am, at present "chilling out" (as Tim would say) with a glass of wine
and am feeling just a little bit silly. Also noticed I've had some new
readers lately so, by way of an introduction (I guess!), here are 5
little known facts all about my good self.
I was once in a musical - Oklahoma to be precise - I was 16 at the
time (aaah! imagine!) I was in the chorus line and it was SUCH a hoot
(although I hate Rogers and Hammerstein with a PASSION). They (the
company I was with) wanted me to do the lead in Alice in Wonderland
for the next performance and it was at this point that I quickly left
... before they discovered that I actually couldn't sing a note.
I was harrassed in a Tunisian hotel lobby. I was there, sat on a
bench type seat, waiting for my then boyfriend to come down from our
room. This rather greasy little Tunisian man sat right next to me and
started babbling god-knows-what. In the end, all he apparently
managed to ascertain was that I was a "pretty English girl" which he
then kept saying over and over until John-the-boyfriend suddenly
appeared on the scene. At this point, the greasy Tunisian suddenly
went into grovel-scrape-apologise mode and John-the-boyfriend went
into smug-she's-mine mode and I felt frankly disgusted at the pair of
them.
I was originally going to be a nurse. I studied and passed all my O
Levels at school (remember them older people?), including a very
difficult human and social biology exam and was intending to go off to
nursing college. Alas, evil mother stepped in and refused to allow
this as she wanted me to go straight out to work instead of (as she
put it) "loafe around at college". I should have stood up for myself
but I didn't (shame on me) so I ended up working in a solicitors
office and thus began the long and ultimately dull road to "being a
secretary".
I was once kept home from school for the day by my dad so he could
take me to Salisbury races instead. He phoned the school and told
them I had a stomach bug and was sick. The next day when I should of
been going back to school I actually was throwing up with a
stomach bug. My mother said it was "god paying me back for lying".
*Sigh* NO. IT. WASN'T. ..... (god indeed! *goes off into peals of
laughter*) It was because dad gave me a peach to eat and didn't bother
to wash it first (at least, that's what I think). Super good day at
the races though AND I won a bet .......
I failed my driving test 3 times - the last time being, chiefly,
because I drove on the wrong side of the road at one point going up to
a roundabout (god knows how), nearly giving the examiner a heart
attack. That was the end of my driving career. I am, however, a
terrible passenger seat driver, constantly leaping for imaginary brake
pedals and whatnot.
