Thursday, 31 July 2008

An evening alone

Football obsessed husband has gone to watch City in Barnsley (these away games are increasing). I could've sworn the season had only just finished. Well, it gives me time to catch up with my blogging (and eat that bar of Fruit and Nut I've been hiding). I know I haven't posted anything since the trip to the beach on Monday, but I've been rather busy, as usual.

This is what I've been up to this week:
  • painted two coats of Polycell Crack Free Ceiling, one of Polycell Basecoat and two of Dulux Satinwood in our bedroom. Now have beautiful smooth white room ready to emulsion in Sandstone and Raspberry Diva!
  • took daughter to see 'Wall-e' (very clever animation but a little disappointing; I think I need dialogue in a film)
  • just remembered husband's birthday in time to bake a cake and dash to Tesco (TGFT)
  • all went out for lunch for husband's birthday (total cost £3.80 TGFT Deals Vouchers!)
  • bought new pots for patio and planted them
  • went swimming with daughter in Manchester Aquatic Centre (hurrah for the legacy of the Commonwealth Games!)
  • emptied the lounge of all furniture (resulting in massive bruises on my arms making me look like battered wife). Means we now have no TV at all as we are decorating the two rooms that have an aerial - bad planning - how will I survive without CBeebies?
  • made endless cups of coffee (with two) for plasterers, who are transforming the lounge
  • ordered a new fire to go in new fireplace as old one was kaput when they removed it (must see if money tree is fruiting....)
  • fixed my gas and electric prices until next September (yay!) then used the saving to replace all my underwear in a massive raid on M&S (haven't had new since before daughter was born, thought it time)
  • booked tickets for all my family for Chester Races then organised them into bringing decent picnic (brother found this most amusing but he will thank me!)
  • broke it gently to my father that parking at Races is £10 (my father never pays to park his car anywhere. He will drive for ages to find a free spot in a back street miles from where you want to be rather than pay 50p for an hour. I think it's a point of principle now)
  • tricked daughter into painting 12 tester pots onto lining paper for me to choose colours for lounge (told her she was learning to paint squares)
  • been practising with my new camera, so look out for tomorrow's Photostory Friday!

Monday, 28 July 2008

Just call me Alice

LOOOOVE the Summer Holidays. The weather has been fantastic so we've been packing a picnic and going on our Family Fun Days.

Today we went to the beach. We packed a picnic and headed for Formby. As we hiked over the sand dunes to the beach daughter carried a bag with beach toys, husband carried the rucksack with the picnic and I carried the beach tent, three beach towels, two buckets and daughter's sandals and sun hat as she discarded them.

Daughter turned to husband and said, "Mummy's very good at carrying things isn't she?"

To which I said, "Yes, it's what mummies are for" in a sarcastic tone.

Daugher carried on undeterred "She's a bit like a camel isn't she?"

Husband added "Yes, especially when she's got the hump!"

Thanks family!



Sunday, 27 July 2008

On being a SAHM

Since finishing school for the Summer I have had the dubious pleasure of being a Stay At Home Mum. Daughter attends nursery in the afternoons at the local primary school so I was able to be a proper mum for a week or so until she broke up for Summer. I threw myself into the role with my usual gusto, relishing the thought of Sports Day, a Pirate Party and the Leavers' Assembly.

This is what I learned:

  • lunch has to be on the table at the ridiculously early time of noon if she is going to get to nursery on time
  • it takes just as long for her to cycle to nursery as to walk and then I have to wheel the bike home as there is nowhere you can leave the bike at school (and wheel it back to school for her to ride home)
  • Sports Days are now 'non-competitive' so all that training husband did with her was in vain
  • homemade Pirate costumes (Working Mum designed funky foam hat and sword, cut off jeans and a stripey t-shirt) aren't as good as Johnny Depp costumes purchased from internet complete with eyebrow pencil stubble and stick on tattoos
  • homemade cup cakes aren't as popular with four year olds as Mr Kipling's
  • nursery teachers like to get their own back on parents by making them sing songs with actions at the Leavers' Assembly
Thank goodness it is now the Summer Holidays!

Friday, 25 July 2008

Photostory Friday - Garden of Eden?

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Hosted by Cecily and MamaGeek


Since Adam was driven from Eden
Mankind has been counting the cost
And that's why we love to have gardens
That mirror the beauty we lost

This is the story of Working Mum's attempts to have a little bit of Eden ............

Working Mum bought a house and inherited a very overgrown and unloved garden. The lawn was mostly moss, weeds and a weird black fungus that provoked allergic reactions in children. The bottom of the garden was ten feet of overgrown shrubs and trees that had seeded there themselves (mostly sycamore). Last summer she had the whole lot cleared, which revealed this:



Working Mum was not depressed, she set about trying to revive the lawn with lots of treatements, forking over, sanding, etc. She had new fencing put in and spent hours painting it 'Red Cedar'. Her husband created a play area for daughter on the left hand side, laying flags, buying a playhouse, assembling a swing and laying membrane and bark over the whole area.

She then had this:


Over Christmas Working Mum dreamed of a fabulous stone patio in the other corner. She studied catalogues, magazines and gardening books. She designed a beautiful, tranquil area to sit and contemplate. To have barbecues with friends and to sit in the evening sun drinking Pimms.

(Well, I can dream!)

Finally the patio man has finished laying the stone and Working Mum now has this:


There is still a way to go to create her little bit of Eden, but I think you can safely say that she is getting there!

All she needs now is sunshine...............

............ and Pimms!

Thursday, 24 July 2008

Communication problems?

Three things that are really irritating me at the moment.

1 Not answering my questions even though you've heard them:

Me: "Are you ready?"
(silence)
Me:"Are you ready?"
Him: "YES!"

(Was I supposed to infer from your silence that you had heard me and were indeed ready?)

2 Not listening to me in the first place:

Me: "Shall we go to B&Q then?"
Him: "What?"

Me: "Shall we have fajitas for tea?"
Him: "What?"

Me: "Do you want a cup of coffee?"
Him: "What?"


(When I start talking - listen!)

3 Forgetting entire conversations:

Him: "I've told my sister we'll go on Sunday"
Me: "But I've already booked us in"
Him: "What for?"
Me: "The choir barbecue"
Him: "What choir barbecue?"
Me: "I told you I'd take daughter to Choir barbecue and give you a chance to get some work done in peace. You said great idea. You told me to sign up for it!"
Him: "I didn't say that"


(If we have a conversation, please remember it)



Is this what happens after 15 years?



Monday, 21 July 2008

Nappy Envy

I knew that moving out of nappies would bring a whole new set of problems. At least when wearing a nappy a child can 'go' whenever and wherever they feel like it and you just have to remember to change them every now and then. I've now had two years of dreading the words,

"I need the toilet, mummy"

I've tried the "go before we go out, just in case" strategy, but I swear she holds it in on purpose!

Last week daughter need the toilet in the following places:

  1. When trapped with her cousins on a bench behind a massive wooden table in La Tasca........ ............four times!
  2. In every sofa shop we've been to (by the fifth shop I just asked where the toilets were as we walked in)
  3. In the library just as the taster session of French for children was beginning
  4. In B&Q
  5. In Tesco, just after I'd loaded all my shopping on to the conveyor belt! Yes, I returned to over zealous check out girl who had scanned all my shopping and was waiting for me to pack it and pay.
but best of all ............

6. She needed the toilet in here.....

(photo by Working Mum!)

...........half way round Lyme Hall (you may know it as Pemberley in the BBC adaptation of Pride and Prejudice) .

Now, National Trust don't put toilets in ancient mansions. Toilets are located in out buildings that used to be the stables, the dairy or the apple store. They do, however, operate a one way system through said mansion that would be the envy of IKEA. There's one way in and one way out. Daughter and I had to negotiate twenty odd rooms, travel across the courtyard, down the cloistered corridor, past the chapel, toward the restaurant to find .................

.......... a queue for the ladies!

When I asked her why she didn't go before we entered the house as I suggested, she said,

"When you need to go you need to go. Life's like that"

My daughter the philosopher!


Sunday, 20 July 2008

Sofa so good!

I've been knee deep in scraps of old wallpaper for the past few days, I know the council workers at the tip by their first names and the lady on the till in B&Q thinks I deserve a discount. Yes, we are continuing with our summer project of "doing up the lounge".

I've chosen the fireplace and I've got 20 different tester pots to choose the paint (I'm favouring Dulux Redcurrant Glory). I'm sure I can find carpet and curtains, but I have one problem - sofas.

Our old ones have lasted 14 years and served us well, but they are now serving others in a homeless shelter. So, I have embarked on the search for new sofas: DFS, SCS, CSL, Harvey's, Furniture Village, Cousins, John Lewis, Next, MultiYork you name it I've been there. I've looked at hundreds of sofas and cannot find anything that fits the bill. I am known for my inability to find just the right thing (I'm discerning!) and for spending months looking for it.

I need to make a decision.

I think I've narrowed it down to either this one:Cadogan

or this one:



Gracie

Look similar? To most people, yes, but to Working Mum, oh so different. Look at the feet, the arms, the cushions. Also, one is half the price of the other, which also means half the quality. They are equally comfy and come in a range of fabrics and sizes. I'm going to have to live with them for another 14 years, so it is a big decision.

So, which is it to be? Cadogan or Gracie?

The Award Season Continues


It must be the season for it, I've got another award. Yay! From Nicol at Classy and Sophisticated.

The rules are:

1.Put the logo on your blog.
2.Add a link to the person who awarded you.
3.Nominate at least seven other blogs.
4.Add links to those blogs on your blog.
5.Leave a message for your nominee on their blogs.


So, my nominations are ones I have found recently and am enjoying:

A Confused Take That Fan
Blog That Mama
Bringing up Charlie
Fat, Frumpy and Fifty
From Dawn till Rusk
Millennium Housewife
Soo's Stuff


Also, Ernest de Cugnac at Rub2neurons has tagged me to mention five other blogs. He put it in a post all about exponential growth which appealed to my inner maths geek. I've picked five I've known a while and still look forward to reading (sorry, I've run out of steam for adding links, but they are on my sidebar).

Adventures of a Reluctant Housewife
Family Affairs
Gone Back South
Mother's Pride
One Strangely Lush Mother

take up the mantle if you wish and keep the exponential growth growing!

Saturday, 19 July 2008

Conversations with a four year old - the one about Cornwall

There has been lots of talk of holidays in our house recently as we look forward to our Summer Holiday next month. I was asking daughter what she remembered of our holidays so far. She's a pretty good memory and remembers Wales last year, Northumberland two years ago and even the Lake District just before her second birthday. I asked if she remembered Cornwall (she was 15 months old).

"Yes, I remember Cornwall" she said

"What did we do there?" I asked, intrigued as to whether she could remember anything.

"We took Tigger" she said

(Well, yes, Tigger has been on all our holidays)

"What else did we do?" I asked

"Tigger sat on the wall" she said

"What wall?" I asked

"The CORN WALL!" she said, getting exasperated.

"But Cornwall is a county, not a wall" I said

"IT IS, WE TOOK HIS PICTURE ON IT!" She was adamant.

Suddenly I remembered this:


Tigger sitting on Hadrian's Wall in Northumberland two years ago.


Wednesday, 16 July 2008

Soprano Down!

Last night was our last concert of the season at St Ann's church in the centre of Manchester.

All was going well until about half way through the first half when I started to feel a bit woozy. Now, I have had headaches and a few dizzy moments in the last week or so, but I put it down to 'end of school year exhaustion'. Happens every year; two weeks into the holidays I start to pick up again. (I also have low blood pressure so I'm prone to this sort of thing.)

Anyway, I started to feel a bit faint.

"I need more air" I thought, "I'll just breath more". Not easy when singing Lotti's Crucifixus.

No better. I started moving my hair to get air to the back of my neck.

"I just need to make it to the end of the first half" I thought.

Then, I starting going cold and clammy. I realised that I really was going to faint.

"Oh my God, I'm going to faint" I thought. I couldn't faint, I'd knock everyone over, I needed to get out.

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Now, I stand in the very centre of the choir. Not easy to get out. If I go forward I knock over two sopranos and the conductor. If I go sideways I knock over all the other sopranos' music. Perhaps I can go behind the ladies and in front of the tenors?

A quick look confirmed this as my best option. I closed my folder, put my head down and went for it.

"I'll go to the vestry and sit down. If I can just get to the vestry" I thought.

That's when I saw the very large wooden vestry door with clanking metal handles was shut.

"Oh no, I'll make a Holy racket if I open it. I'll make for the chairs at the back of the church"

So I walked calmly down the side to the back of the church when I realised that all the chairs were occupied by the people doing the interval refreshments.

"Oh heck, what do I do now? I know, I'll sit in the back pew". I was getting desperate.

The back pew was full of audience! What they heck were they doing sitting at the back when there was room further forward?

"I'll have to just duck into another pew", I thought.

So I quickly ducked into the nearest pew, sat down, put my head between my knees and literally prayed!

Luckily, a very kind man from the back of the church brought me a glass of water.

I've now joined the ranks of sopranos who abandon concert part way through!


(In case you were wondering, I watched the second half then got home safely with another choir member. A good night's sleep last night and I feel a lot better)

Working Mum's Guide to Housework

Cecily R at My Chaos My Bliss, (yes, her of Photostory Friday fame) asked for advice about a cleaning schedule. This made me think about how I cope (or don't) with cleaning my "overly large wreck of a house".

BC I had a small, beautifully decorated, neat, tidy home that could be cleaned within 2 hours every Saturday after going to the gym. Ah, those halcyon days!

AC I live in "overly large wreck of a house" that we are "doing up". It would take a week to clean it and I have a four year old begging for attention every two minutes. Due to collossal mortgage I can't afford to pay anyone to clean it for me so............

....................Working Mum's Guide to Housework was born:

Firstly, invest in one of these:
Really does make vacuuming easier and no bags to deal with! Thank you, Sir James Dyson, you deserve that knighthood.

Then, make cleaning manageable: clean lounge one week, dining room next, bedrooms next on a three week rota. Convince daughter it is a game, give her a duster and one of these:

Some things have to be reactionary: clean kitchen when floor is sticky, clean bathroom when guests coming, defrost freezer when door won't shut, clean out fish tank when can't see fish.

Laundry not really a problem with automatic washing machine and tumble drier, but ironing needs careful consideration. Work suits go to dry cleaners so no ironing there. Choose work blouses in crinkly fabrics that don't need ironing. Pile daughter's clothes up so that the ones at the bottom are crushed into submission and don't need ironing. And.........................this is the crunch ........................ make husband iron his own shirts!!! True. I kid you not.

Thank you, mum, for the advice you gave me when I got married, "Start as you mean to go on". I have never ironed husband's shirts from day one, so he has had to do it himself. He also has a system; he has 15 shirts so he only has to iron once every three weeks!

Finally, if there isn't time to do any of the above, open one of these:



and soon you won't notice the mess!

Voila!


Tuesday, 15 July 2008

Summer Project - Doing up the lounge

As you know we are "doing up the house". So far we have done two bathrooms, one kitchen, one study, two bedrooms and the dining room. Not to mention the outside! Although I am still working on our bedroom (which I started in February), we have started on this summer's project - the lounge.

When we moved into the house all the windows looked like this:


Fearing for my daughter's health, and my sanity, we had all new windows fitted in the house and patio doors fitted in the lounge. So, for the last 18 months, the lounge windows have looked like this (see that plaster work cleverly hidden behind the curtain?):

(Yes, that is a bright pink carpet we inherited)

Also, when we moved in the electrical wiring was original 1950s - rubber conduit and no earth. Again, fearing for my daughter's life, as well as our own, we had to have the whole house rewired. Since then, my lounge has looked like this:

(See those wires sticking out of the middle of the wall waiting for light fittings?)

We thought we would take the opportunity that rewiring presented to have halogen lights fitted in the lounge ceiling:


Now they all have to come out so that a new ceiling can be fitted in three weeks time.

Today the pink carpet and our old suite are heading off to pastures new in a hostel for the homeless. Then the whole process of transforming the room begins.

I've already chosen the new fireplace:

An awful lot of stripping, sanding and painting needs to take place before it arrives.

Wish me luck!

Sunday, 13 July 2008

Too much Disney?

Today I was commentating on one of daughter's rocking horse races. This has now got terribly elaborate. I use the Disco Diva microphone to describe course, the going, the runners and riders, the jockeys' silks, etc before the race even begins.

Daughter always rides "Parsley" her Victorian rocking horse. Her biggest rivals are "Cinnamon" and "Oregano" (we go for a spice theme). It's always a close run thing with Parsley neck and neck with a rival. Parsley doesn't always win (an important life lesson, I think).

After the race daughter is interviewed in the paddock explaining why Parsley did/didn't win.

Today it was the Grand National at Aintree (we always choose a real course, sometimes it's The Derby, sometimes Ladies' Day at Ascot, sometimes flat racing from Haydock or Chester).

They negotiated the jumps (including Beecher's Brook), they made good time over the straights. Parsley was in the lead with Cinnamon close behind. It was nearly all over.

Then, at the final fence, Cinnamon fell!

The way was open for another victory for Parsley.

Suddenly Parsley was pulled up and daughter dismounted!

"Unprecedented behaviour on the course" I commentated, "What is happening? Parsley's rider has dismounted yards from the finishing post. What is going on?"

Daughter calmly told me, "I'm helping Cinnamon's rider get back on"

Get the feeling we've seen Disney Pixar's "Cars" too many times?

Saturday, 12 July 2008

Kung Fu Cinema!

Went to see "Kung Fu Panda" today. I looked it up on t'internet first, checked the times and prices - £15 for the three of us. Okay if we forgo the overpriced pick and mix.

Turned up on time, asked for tickets.

"£19.60" said the youth on the till.

"I think it's £15" I said, pointing to the prices on the board above his head.

"We changed our prices today" said youth.

"By 33%?!" I asked.

Mathematically challenged youth looked puzzled. I handed over a £20 note.

Ouch!

Friday, 11 July 2008

Photostory Friday - Castles

PhotoStory Friday
Hosted by Cecily and MamaGeek

I was going to take my camera out and photograph a beautiful English Summer's Day. Unfortunately the weather has not obliged, it has been persisting down all week.

To remind us of what summer holidays are supposed to be like we have dug out our photos of a fantastic holiday we had in Northumberland two years ago. Northumberland is one of the UK's great secrets. (Although Wife in the North is putting it on the map!) It has beautiful scenery, gorgeous beaches, castles (including Alnwick, the one in Harry Potter), Hadrian's Wall and Roman Forts, the Alnwick Garden, Beamish and so much more. I'm beginning to sound like the Tourist Board!

We stayed near the sweeping sands of Bamburgh Beach which is overlooked by the magnificent Bamburgh Castle. It was here we enjoyed long, hot summer days building our own castles:



Perhaps she'll be an architect when she grows up?
Well, she did get a good report from school, you know!

Thursday, 10 July 2008

End of an Era

The end of a school year, although full of excitement about the holidays, is also a time for goodbyes.

This year my Head of Department retired after 23 years at the school. I will really miss him. He was very organised (a quality I admire greatly), had infectious enthusiasm for teaching and was always there to support us. When I rang him in summer 2003 to tell him I was pregnant, he was genuinely delighted for us and never once mentioned the difficulty of finding a temporary replacement for me who could teach a shortage subject up to Oxbridge level. I wish him a long and happy retirement.

Yesterday was also daughter's last day with fabulous childminder (FC). I didn't realise how upset I was going to be. I virtually sobbed as I left her house. I was so upset I couldn't write about it until today. I don't use the term flippantly, she really is a fabulous childminder. As a working mum I relied on her heavily and she was always there to help and support me. She has done amazing things with the children in her care and given daughter the best start in life.

End of term also means school reports and parents' evening. Daughter received her first ever school report this week. It was full of praise and positive comments such as:

"she produced an outstanding picture of Lightning McQueen"
(get the feeling we watch too much Disney in our house?)

and my favourite:

"she will spend extended amounts of time trying to achieve the result she really wants"
(wonder who she gets that from then?)

Today we went to her parents' evening where we were told "you've got a bright one there". When I said, "Have we? We don't have anything to compare her with", the teacher showed us a display where daughter had not only done a painting, she had written the sign for the whole display and then showed us a piece of work where daughter had written "I can recognise Tigger" saying "How many four year olds use the word 'recognise'?". I think we came away a bit shell shocked that the girl we call "Dizzy Daydream" is actually quite bright.

Now that the end of term stuff is done, it's time for sanding, stripping, painting, plastering, cleaning, planting, scrubbing ........................... oh, and lots of blogging!


And the winner is ...................

Again, like buses you wait for ages then two come along at once.


Firstly, from Mean Moody Middle-aged Mom :


Created by Memoirs of a Mommy I am giving this to anyone who would like it as I think it deserves to be spread around. The rules are you must link to this post to show the origins of the award.

Then, the lovely Nunhead Mum of One gave me the coveted Arte Y Pico Award :


Yay! Love awards!


The rules are:

1) Select five blogs that they consider deserving of the award. Criteria is creativity, design, interesting material, and for contributing to the blogging community in any language

2) Include the name of the author and a link to the blog, for each award designated

3) Award winner must display the award graphic and put the name and blog link of the blog author that gave the award

4) Include a link to the "Arte Y Pico" blog, in order to share the origin of the award

So now I have to choose my five, so difficult, so difficult...................

Well, here goes, and I 'm not saying why; if you know them, you'll know why, if you don't, pop in and have a look:

Auntie Gwen of Auntie Gwen's Diary

Her on the Hill at View from the High Peak

Maggie May of Nuts in May

Suburbia of Moments from Suburbia

The Mom Bomb of The Mom Bomb

To all the above - go spread the blogging love!


To those not listed above - do not despair, I plan on giving out a few more of my "Blog of Distinction" awards soon. Well, after all the effort I put in to making it, I can't let it sit on the shelf, can I?

Wednesday, 9 July 2008

School's Out for Summer!

Yay! It's the Summer Holidays!


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Cheers!

(Don't look at the state of the lounge. See, I've got my back to it. I'm ignoring it!)

Monday, 7 July 2008

Working Mum's End of Year Report

I'm nearing the end of another school year. I've written over a hundred reports so far. I'm losing the will to live along with the ability to spell "conscientious". Then I thought, "How about a report for me? How am I doing in the 'having it all' programme?"

Here goes, Working Mum's End of Year Report:

Work

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Working mum has worked conscientiously this year, making good progress with her classes. She volunteered for an internal post for which she was well suited, but ultimately unsuccessful. She did not push herself forward for the Head of Department job showing instead a mature approach to her workload. She should continue to work with diligence to fulfil her potential.

Child

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Working mum has enabled daughter to take part in a variety of activities thus ensuring her continued development. She should be commended for her ability to stick, glue, cut, bake, sew, dance and commentate on rocking horse races within an hour of getting up. Her playhouse curtains were awarded a merit.

Husband

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Working mum has kept football obsessed husband fed, clothed and watered and enabled him to attend football matches both home and away. She has ensured a plentiful supply of crisps, nuts and beer and, with continued effort, should facilitate another happy year of marriage.

Home

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Working mum has demonstrated boundless energy and motivation in the stripping and sanding department. She has tastefully designed a master bedroom and worked with perseverence on the project. She has shown infinite patience with the patio man who has yet to finish her beautifully designed stone patio. Her next project, the lounge, promises to be her most ambitious yet.
Extra Curricular Activites

Working mum has taken on the responsibility of writing a blog ............

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......... has sung in several concerts, as well as a live broadcast on the BBC ........

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............. is slowly coming to terms with the demands of her new digital SLR camera...............

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........... and has enjoyed a few of these ...........

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Well, how else does a working mum manage?!

Sunday, 6 July 2008

Getting there!


Well, I'm working my way through it.

Choir, work and husband lists sorted.

Daughter just needs me to attend her Parents' Evening this week.

House........... don't mention the house. Currently moving into spare room so that I can start painting our bedroom. Patio man laid a few stones on Tuesday and then disappeared. Haven't done anything about starting the lounge. Well, something had to give.

Just one problem.......... I now have to add:

"read the 117 unread posts in my Google Reader"!!

117!!

Will you just stop writing for bit so I can catch up?!

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Update: it's now 125! Seriously, stop it!

Friday, 4 July 2008

Photostory Friday - Meet Tigger

PhotoStory Friday
Hosted by Cecily and MamaGeek

Tigger is daughter's special teddy. Husband bought Tigger for daughter on the day she was born and he's been her favourite ever since.

Daughter cannot get to sleep without him. She turns him upside down and presses his label to her face. She gives demonstrations on how to do this correctly!

Tigger is not allowed to leave the house (for fear of losing him). Instead, he stays at home and plays with the other teddies when daughter is out, but he always returns to his spot on the stairs ready for her return.

Yesterday he underwent surgery to repair a ripped seam. He is convalescing nicely.

The other night when she couldn't sleep I heard strange noises coming from her room. Drawers opening. Rustling, clinking.

Later when I went to check on her I found this:



Tigger had been Izzified!

Wednesday, 2 July 2008

100th Post!!



In honour of my 100th post I am going to reveal a hitherto hidden facet of my personality.

It's a risk, I know.

When I have revealed this at parties, the conversation has stopped. My husband tries to gloss over it when asked about his wife. He pretends it doesn't exist. I can't help it. I must have been born with it.


I'm sure you're dying to know.



So, here it is.



You've waited long enough.




I have ....................






.............. an inner maths geek!!

I find numbers fascinating. I recognise properties of numbers everywhere: I live in a prime numbered house, my daughter's age is a square number, my age is double a prime, my car registration is a multiple of 11, etc.

My lottery numbers are always prime numbers.

I prefer odds to evens.

It's a peculiar afflication. My dad says it's his fault because he didn't know any lullabies so he rocked me to sleep with times tables!

As a child I grouped objects in different ways exploring factors, I used symmetry when cutting food to investigate fractions.

Why didn't my parents stop me?

Later in life I moved on to a fascination with irrational and imaginary numbers such as pi, e and i.

My favourite fact about numbers is Euler's Identity

Wow! e, pi and i in one formula and the result is a negative integer.

How cool is that?


Okay, think I've gone too far now so I'll leave you with the maths geek greeting.

Altogether now ............

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........... "High pi!"


Okay, just me then.