Christmas shopping...Online or On The High Street...?
I have been shopping for Christmas for months now! At first I started on the high street... Recently I found that it is IMPOSSIBLE for me to shop on the high street!!!
When I first started shopping with the double pram, I soon realised that I could just manage to get into a supermarket, but every other shop was impossible. I say impossible because I tried and found that I collected loads of items I didn't want that got stuck on the double (side-by-side) pushchair! Leaving a trail behind me. The kids found it really funny though...!
My biggest boy is a little treat now and walks everywhere or stands on the basket of the pram, so no need for a double or for the buggy board... money well wasted eh!?
The last month I have got the bus into town... the bus drivers are usually amazing but I have had that one driver who was the most miserable guy I've ever met, I didn't complain but after several awful journeys and nasty comments from the guy I did blog on here about him.
So anyway, after the cost of getting into town, needing to stop for feeds and the cost of food, brews and every toy my toddler ended up screaming for... not to mention these amusement rides every 2 metres, I'd spent a fortune and bought just a few things.
After a few attempts at this I was not only shattered but I realised that even with postage and packing costs, its still miles cheaper than venturing into town, with two small children that a bored stiff!!!
I also found that some of the on-line stores offer free postage and packing anyway! I have bought nearly all of the Christmas gifts from Play.com or Amazon.com! Absolutely brilliant!
So after having my toddler bashed into, and knocked over by absent minded fools, who are too ignorant to watch where they are going... and spending a fortune on over priced cakes, coffees and 30 second rides on big fibre glass cars, I am definitely an ONLINE SHOPPER!!!!!
When I first started shopping with the double pram, I soon realised that I could just manage to get into a supermarket, but every other shop was impossible. I say impossible because I tried and found that I collected loads of items I didn't want that got stuck on the double (side-by-side) pushchair! Leaving a trail behind me. The kids found it really funny though...!
My biggest boy is a little treat now and walks everywhere or stands on the basket of the pram, so no need for a double or for the buggy board... money well wasted eh!?
The last month I have got the bus into town... the bus drivers are usually amazing but I have had that one driver who was the most miserable guy I've ever met, I didn't complain but after several awful journeys and nasty comments from the guy I did blog on here about him.
So anyway, after the cost of getting into town, needing to stop for feeds and the cost of food, brews and every toy my toddler ended up screaming for... not to mention these amusement rides every 2 metres, I'd spent a fortune and bought just a few things.
After a few attempts at this I was not only shattered but I realised that even with postage and packing costs, its still miles cheaper than venturing into town, with two small children that a bored stiff!!!
I also found that some of the on-line stores offer free postage and packing anyway! I have bought nearly all of the Christmas gifts from Play.com or Amazon.com! Absolutely brilliant!
So after having my toddler bashed into, and knocked over by absent minded fools, who are too ignorant to watch where they are going... and spending a fortune on over priced cakes, coffees and 30 second rides on big fibre glass cars, I am definitely an ONLINE SHOPPER!!!!!
Review: Ella's Kitchen- Nibbly Fingers
This afternoon we received a package from Ella's kitchen, with some of their latest products to try.
The boys were very excited as they love the Ella's kitchen range! So after making them their favourite dinner as a distraction, they got to sample the whole range of sweet yet healthy treats!
There were three different flavours to try! And as it is Ella's kitchen, Mummy and Grandma tried them all too... just to give a thorough review!
Mangoes and Carrot Nibbly Fingers (12 months+)
I let Finn be the first judge, he loved the oaty treats! After he demolished a full bar in seconds, I let Alfie have some. Alfie is just under 10 months old, and he also demolished an entire bar in seconds! He loved chewing on the oats and he seemed to get a lot of relief from his teething too, or maybe it was just a nice distraction for him. The mango and carrot is lovely. The flavours are very subtle. Grandma was quite sceptical at first, as Mango and Carrot were not two ingredients that She would have put together! However, this one was actually her favourite!
Bananas and Raisins Nibbly Fingers (12 months +)
These were Finn's favourites! This child loves bananas more than toys! These bars have a delicious and strong banana taste, which is wonderful, as baby and toddler foods are often very bland and unappealing, especially to Finn who is approaching 3 now, and knows the difference between the sugary awful sweet treats and the things that a good for him. I was surprised at how tasty the Banana and Raisin Nibbly fingers were. They are a define winner! I would much rather Finn mither me for one of these at snack time than some of the other sweet treats he requests!
Strawberry and Apple Nibbly Fingers (12 months+)
These were the first ones that I wanted to try. I imagined that these would be the best ones, and they are gorgeous! The flavours are balanced really well, and the flavour is a subtle after taste, which I think, makes the baby want more, and full tummies are always a good thing in this house, with my greedy, big lads! All of the treats were equally enjoyable, and I honesty didn't have a preference!
These, however, were definitely Alfie's favourites!
Littlest is used to having to share with his big brother whether he likes it or not! So he was hiding these!
Where as this little piggy dumped his dinner and went straight for ONE OF EACH FLAVOUR!!! As you can see by his face and vest... he loves his food!!!
'look at my yummy treats!'
We also received these amazing little mittens!!!
http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.ellaskitchen.co.uk%2Fnibbly-fingers-finger-paintings-terms-and-conditions%2F&h=3AQFPIMg3AQEzJB3usARKwJ1hwmmZT3UBOx6XzojAOHyvOg
To win your own set of Ella's Kitchen Mittens, send in a picture of your child's finger painting to funstuff@ellaskitchen.co.uk! See above for details!
The boys were very excited as they love the Ella's kitchen range! So after making them their favourite dinner as a distraction, they got to sample the whole range of sweet yet healthy treats!
There were three different flavours to try! And as it is Ella's kitchen, Mummy and Grandma tried them all too... just to give a thorough review!
Mangoes and Carrot Nibbly Fingers (12 months+)
I let Finn be the first judge, he loved the oaty treats! After he demolished a full bar in seconds, I let Alfie have some. Alfie is just under 10 months old, and he also demolished an entire bar in seconds! He loved chewing on the oats and he seemed to get a lot of relief from his teething too, or maybe it was just a nice distraction for him. The mango and carrot is lovely. The flavours are very subtle. Grandma was quite sceptical at first, as Mango and Carrot were not two ingredients that She would have put together! However, this one was actually her favourite!
Bananas and Raisins Nibbly Fingers (12 months +)
These were Finn's favourites! This child loves bananas more than toys! These bars have a delicious and strong banana taste, which is wonderful, as baby and toddler foods are often very bland and unappealing, especially to Finn who is approaching 3 now, and knows the difference between the sugary awful sweet treats and the things that a good for him. I was surprised at how tasty the Banana and Raisin Nibbly fingers were. They are a define winner! I would much rather Finn mither me for one of these at snack time than some of the other sweet treats he requests!
Strawberry and Apple Nibbly Fingers (12 months+)
These were the first ones that I wanted to try. I imagined that these would be the best ones, and they are gorgeous! The flavours are balanced really well, and the flavour is a subtle after taste, which I think, makes the baby want more, and full tummies are always a good thing in this house, with my greedy, big lads! All of the treats were equally enjoyable, and I honesty didn't have a preference!
These, however, were definitely Alfie's favourites!
Littlest is used to having to share with his big brother whether he likes it or not! So he was hiding these!
Where as this little piggy dumped his dinner and went straight for ONE OF EACH FLAVOUR!!! As you can see by his face and vest... he loves his food!!!
'look at my yummy treats!'
We also received these amazing little mittens!!!
http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.ellaskitchen.co.uk%2Fnibbly-fingers-finger-paintings-terms-and-conditions%2F&h=3AQFPIMg3AQEzJB3usARKwJ1hwmmZT3UBOx6XzojAOHyvOg
To win your own set of Ella's Kitchen Mittens, send in a picture of your child's finger painting to funstuff@ellaskitchen.co.uk! See above for details!
A few conversations with our toddler (Speech development is my fave topic ever! )
This week I have been mostly updating my status every 30 seconds after my toddler says something that I just NEVER want to forget.
My biggest son is fast approaching 3, and after I brought my littlest Son home when biggest was 22months old, he stopped speaking!!! This carried on for months! Now however he has caught up, and literally will not shut up. He is even talking in his sleep... just luckily, it isn't continually... more like starting a random conversation or shouting Mummy or Daddy... usually just as we are nodding off!
Here are a couple:
As he was playing in his room and I was sat on his bed writing, he stopped and turned to me...
Finn: me like chicken butties... Mmmm... With mayonaise. (no food in sight...
Just letting me know)
Proof that children DO NOT understand sarcasm!!! Ben will not learn!
Finn: i want nanas jamas (bananas in pyjamas) on.
Ben: its not on until later.
Finn: cries i want jamas nanas on.
Ben: get me the phone i will tell cartoonito to stop messing you about.
Finn: (starts looking for the phone)
Everything is 'Anyway'
Finn: Me 'avin' a bath now Daddy
Ben: No Finn you are not having a bath now, Daddy is getting ready to go out.
Finn: (Turns the sink tap on FULL and covers him self in water)
Ben: What have you done that for?
Finn: Oh well, need a bath now anyway
The boy can eat like his Father can!!!
Finn: i will have a yogurt with some cream on.
Me: we dont have any cream today monkey.
Finn: well i will get some from town i am going to the shop for cream anyway.
Talking about Christmas with Finn while explaining how the advent calendar works
Finn: santa and him donkey...
Me: that is a reindeer.
Finn: t'isn't
Explaining the above to Ben
Me: finn thinks i have been lied to for years... He thinks someone has told me
santas flying donkeys are bloody reindeer.
Finn: them donkeys mummy
Watching the film 'Santa Clause'... (It has not dated well!!! but still a wonderful film!)
Finn: donkeys.
Me: reindeer.
Finn: donkeys.
Me: reindeer.
Finn: cow???
Me: no!
Finn: hahaha monkey!!!
One of my favourites of the last couple of days, Finn woke up after talking in his sleep, Ben
went to console him while I was feeding Alfie, at about 2am!
Ben:are you ok Finn? (to a wide awake finn) have you had a bad dream?
Finn: oh yes Daddy a big bad dream. I don't like my bed any more... I sleep in
Mummy and Daddy's big bed?
Ben: Mummy Finn said-
Me: Get him a hot chocolate... anything... just keep him in his own bloody bed!!
Finn started playing, noisily while Ben made him a very milky, warm, 'hot' chocolate, then
when Ben came back up...
Ben: here is a hot chocolate
Finn: put it over there!
Ben: oi you cheeky get! What did your last slave die of
Finn: no sleep!
<3
My biggest son is fast approaching 3, and after I brought my littlest Son home when biggest was 22months old, he stopped speaking!!! This carried on for months! Now however he has caught up, and literally will not shut up. He is even talking in his sleep... just luckily, it isn't continually... more like starting a random conversation or shouting Mummy or Daddy... usually just as we are nodding off!
Here are a couple:
As he was playing in his room and I was sat on his bed writing, he stopped and turned to me...
Finn: me like chicken butties... Mmmm... With mayonaise. (no food in sight...
Just letting me know)
Proof that children DO NOT understand sarcasm!!! Ben will not learn!
Finn: i want nanas jamas (bananas in pyjamas) on.
Ben: its not on until later.
Finn: cries i want jamas nanas on.
Ben: get me the phone i will tell cartoonito to stop messing you about.
Finn: (starts looking for the phone)
Everything is 'Anyway'
Finn: Me 'avin' a bath now Daddy
Ben: No Finn you are not having a bath now, Daddy is getting ready to go out.
Finn: (Turns the sink tap on FULL and covers him self in water)
Ben: What have you done that for?
Finn: Oh well, need a bath now anyway
The boy can eat like his Father can!!!
Finn: i will have a yogurt with some cream on.
Me: we dont have any cream today monkey.
Finn: well i will get some from town i am going to the shop for cream anyway.
Talking about Christmas with Finn while explaining how the advent calendar works
Finn: santa and him donkey...
Me: that is a reindeer.
Finn: t'isn't
Explaining the above to Ben
Me: finn thinks i have been lied to for years... He thinks someone has told me
santas flying donkeys are bloody reindeer.
Finn: them donkeys mummy
Watching the film 'Santa Clause'... (It has not dated well!!! but still a wonderful film!)
Finn: donkeys.
Me: reindeer.
Finn: donkeys.
Me: reindeer.
Finn: cow???
Me: no!
Finn: hahaha monkey!!!
One of my favourites of the last couple of days, Finn woke up after talking in his sleep, Ben
went to console him while I was feeding Alfie, at about 2am!
Ben:are you ok Finn? (to a wide awake finn) have you had a bad dream?
Finn: oh yes Daddy a big bad dream. I don't like my bed any more... I sleep in
Mummy and Daddy's big bed?
Ben: Mummy Finn said-
Me: Get him a hot chocolate... anything... just keep him in his own bloody bed!!
Finn started playing, noisily while Ben made him a very milky, warm, 'hot' chocolate, then
when Ben came back up...
Ben: here is a hot chocolate
Finn: put it over there!
Ben: oi you cheeky get! What did your last slave die of
Finn: no sleep!
<3
Warrington Borough Transport and the grumpy old driver 28A
Over the past few months I have noticed that many companies have begun to 'not give a ****' about ANYTHING!
Compliments do not work!
Complaints do not work!
Here is my favourite one!
It was a cold day, early this month (November), and I was heading into town with the Alfie and Finn. I had rushed about with both boys, and often find it hard to get the bus with the pram, there isn't always room on the bus, as most of the time there are prams already on there. After waiting a short while for the bus... with the babies...in the cold, (despite the bus stop being literally on our door step) the bus came. It was the 28A heading into the town centre. The idiot bus driver almost didn't bother to stop at all, until I did a little jog after it... both babies in tow.
I got on the bus, and because I had given chase, he now had to let the little old lady on too who was now walking briskly towards the bus that was not going to stop for her at all. The bus driver then said to me "I am going to be late for my own bus now." Then he took off, with haste, just before my toddler and the old lady had sat down. Luckily she had managed to grab the pole before she was knocked onto a waiting list for a new hip. However, my toddler went flying.
So there I was, gob smacked that someone could be so rude, for no real reason... while on duty AT WORK!!! In a job that is ALWAYS customer facing... and also holding a pram into place and trying to stand a very confused and shaken toddler so that I could lift all 42lbs, with one arm, onto my lap.
The driver muttered the whole way there! Then we were the last to get off and the slowest. As I got off the bus I said "Thanks very much, I hope the rest of your day looks up."
To which he replied "Yeah well I bet I have missed my bus now"
So I replied "maybe it wasn't meant to be eh, thanks again..." and before I could wish him farewell... he went on to rant
"yeah well you could of got the number 4"
So I took my toddlers hand and said "Lets get away from this grumpy middle aged... sorry... old man eh baby boy"
I met Ben straight off the bus and explained. He wanted me to point him out so he could put a complaint in...
Compliments do not work!
Complaints do not work!
Here is my favourite one!
It was a cold day, early this month (November), and I was heading into town with the Alfie and Finn. I had rushed about with both boys, and often find it hard to get the bus with the pram, there isn't always room on the bus, as most of the time there are prams already on there. After waiting a short while for the bus... with the babies...in the cold, (despite the bus stop being literally on our door step) the bus came. It was the 28A heading into the town centre. The idiot bus driver almost didn't bother to stop at all, until I did a little jog after it... both babies in tow.
I got on the bus, and because I had given chase, he now had to let the little old lady on too who was now walking briskly towards the bus that was not going to stop for her at all. The bus driver then said to me "I am going to be late for my own bus now." Then he took off, with haste, just before my toddler and the old lady had sat down. Luckily she had managed to grab the pole before she was knocked onto a waiting list for a new hip. However, my toddler went flying.
So there I was, gob smacked that someone could be so rude, for no real reason... while on duty AT WORK!!! In a job that is ALWAYS customer facing... and also holding a pram into place and trying to stand a very confused and shaken toddler so that I could lift all 42lbs, with one arm, onto my lap.
The driver muttered the whole way there! Then we were the last to get off and the slowest. As I got off the bus I said "Thanks very much, I hope the rest of your day looks up."
To which he replied "Yeah well I bet I have missed my bus now"
So I replied "maybe it wasn't meant to be eh, thanks again..." and before I could wish him farewell... he went on to rant
"yeah well you could of got the number 4"
So I took my toddlers hand and said "Lets get away from this grumpy middle aged... sorry... old man eh baby boy"
I met Ben straight off the bus and explained. He wanted me to point him out so he could put a complaint in...
LLETZ treatment and cervical abnormalities
I have really let my blogging slip lately! What a rubbish legacy eh kids! I have kept the facebook and G+ up to date for my little lads, so that is something. I do try not to miss a thing! However the last few months I have been mostly sleeping awake... Fellow parents will totally get what I mean by that! Like the time I fell asleep standing up in a shop!
I think I have been mostly processing my own thoughts recently. After 2 years of biopsy after biopsy, and colposcopy anfter colposcopy, I have now been treated for CIN2, and my latest biopsy of the part of my cervix which they removed, was not cancerous.
I am now fully recovered from the treatment that I had, which was quite straight forward and quick, but extremely daunting after the birthing experience :( hospitals still frighten me and make me very anxious.
I write about the experience because there were many terrifying moments during that journey, and cell abnormalities are very common in young women, and rarely mean that they will develop into cervical cancer. However as soon as the 'C' word is a factor in ANY illness, I think most people's worlds do come crashing down. I know that mine did.
It started for me when I had a 'funny turn' in Starbucks, where I lost a very large blood clot and a lot of blood suddenly, for no obvious reason. I was very confused and frightened. I visited my GP to request a smear test, and two male GP's refused to refer me. Then after I lost this very large clot, I decided to visit a female GP, as I was quite sensitive about what/ why this could be happening. The female GP did a smear test there and then, and sent a swab off the the lab, just to be on the safe side. I was only 20 years old, and apparently they don't usually test anybody under the age of 25. Some how this GP got the sample tested and some weeks later I received a prescription through the post. I had an infection.
I took the tablets that were prescribed and forgot all about it. A few more weeks later, I received a letter and some leaflets about cervical cancer.
I literally saw the 'cancer' leaflet, looked at my baby boy who was about 10 months old, looked at Ben and I thought that I was going to be sick. My eyes filled up and I saw Finn's life without me in it flash before my eyes. I kept trying to read the leaflet, but it just wasn't sinking in. It took me days of research to finally calm myself down.
I had a colposcopy and a biopsy a few days later. The results were that I had CIN2. I discussed the options with the lovely Dr, and he put my mind at rest completely. However it had rocked the family so much, that I decided to have treatment, even though it was not yet cancerous.
Some months passed and two weeks before I was due treatment, I found out that I was pregnant with my second little boy. This meant that I had to have regular colposcopy appointments.
In these months, the CIN did not progress to become cancerous, but it also did not get any better, so 6 weeks after I had Alfie, I was back again, and treatment was the only sensible option.
Cervical cancer statistics are very frightening. Abnormal cells caught at this stage and treated, mean that the chances of them coming back and developing into cancer are very slim, however this is quite the opposite once cancer has formed, then the statistics are not in your favour any more. So treatment was, really, the only option.
Now I have had LLETZ treatment and I feel great. It only took about 15 minutes, and I stayed awake for it. It was uncomfortable and painful at times, but I could go straight back to my little boys not long after. I could not be happier.
I realise how lucky I am, and I believe that I have a guardian angel looking out for me. Its so easy to forget when life gets in the way.
Now I only have to back twice this year, then every year for nine more years, then back to normal smear testing, providing that everything is ok.
I am very, very grateful to everyone who supported me, and understood how I was feeling. Although it was very minor compared to the things that have happened to the people around me, I think because they have been through so much, a minor scare like this, became very overwhelming. I kept telling myself not to be ridiculous, freaking out over something like this, after all they had found something and were monitoring it, and treating it. I knew that, that was a wonderful position to be in, and without those twists in fate, I would not have found out about these abnormal cells until I was 25. I am sure that they would have vanished by then. But if they hadn't, would I still be here now?
Even when things look bleak, I have to try to remember, that fate is looking after me, and it could have been much much much worse.
I think I have been mostly processing my own thoughts recently. After 2 years of biopsy after biopsy, and colposcopy anfter colposcopy, I have now been treated for CIN2, and my latest biopsy of the part of my cervix which they removed, was not cancerous.
I am now fully recovered from the treatment that I had, which was quite straight forward and quick, but extremely daunting after the birthing experience :( hospitals still frighten me and make me very anxious.
I write about the experience because there were many terrifying moments during that journey, and cell abnormalities are very common in young women, and rarely mean that they will develop into cervical cancer. However as soon as the 'C' word is a factor in ANY illness, I think most people's worlds do come crashing down. I know that mine did.
It started for me when I had a 'funny turn' in Starbucks, where I lost a very large blood clot and a lot of blood suddenly, for no obvious reason. I was very confused and frightened. I visited my GP to request a smear test, and two male GP's refused to refer me. Then after I lost this very large clot, I decided to visit a female GP, as I was quite sensitive about what/ why this could be happening. The female GP did a smear test there and then, and sent a swab off the the lab, just to be on the safe side. I was only 20 years old, and apparently they don't usually test anybody under the age of 25. Some how this GP got the sample tested and some weeks later I received a prescription through the post. I had an infection.
I took the tablets that were prescribed and forgot all about it. A few more weeks later, I received a letter and some leaflets about cervical cancer.
I literally saw the 'cancer' leaflet, looked at my baby boy who was about 10 months old, looked at Ben and I thought that I was going to be sick. My eyes filled up and I saw Finn's life without me in it flash before my eyes. I kept trying to read the leaflet, but it just wasn't sinking in. It took me days of research to finally calm myself down.
I had a colposcopy and a biopsy a few days later. The results were that I had CIN2. I discussed the options with the lovely Dr, and he put my mind at rest completely. However it had rocked the family so much, that I decided to have treatment, even though it was not yet cancerous.
Some months passed and two weeks before I was due treatment, I found out that I was pregnant with my second little boy. This meant that I had to have regular colposcopy appointments.
In these months, the CIN did not progress to become cancerous, but it also did not get any better, so 6 weeks after I had Alfie, I was back again, and treatment was the only sensible option.
Cervical cancer statistics are very frightening. Abnormal cells caught at this stage and treated, mean that the chances of them coming back and developing into cancer are very slim, however this is quite the opposite once cancer has formed, then the statistics are not in your favour any more. So treatment was, really, the only option.
Now I have had LLETZ treatment and I feel great. It only took about 15 minutes, and I stayed awake for it. It was uncomfortable and painful at times, but I could go straight back to my little boys not long after. I could not be happier.
I realise how lucky I am, and I believe that I have a guardian angel looking out for me. Its so easy to forget when life gets in the way.
Now I only have to back twice this year, then every year for nine more years, then back to normal smear testing, providing that everything is ok.
I am very, very grateful to everyone who supported me, and understood how I was feeling. Although it was very minor compared to the things that have happened to the people around me, I think because they have been through so much, a minor scare like this, became very overwhelming. I kept telling myself not to be ridiculous, freaking out over something like this, after all they had found something and were monitoring it, and treating it. I knew that, that was a wonderful position to be in, and without those twists in fate, I would not have found out about these abnormal cells until I was 25. I am sure that they would have vanished by then. But if they hadn't, would I still be here now?
Even when things look bleak, I have to try to remember, that fate is looking after me, and it could have been much much much worse.
Professor Panglos and Non Rabbit- Jethro Tull Tribute Band... just in case you could not find it!
Prof Panglos & Non Rabbit- Jethro Tull Tribute Band
Last night I went to see Prof Panglos and Non Rabbit- The Jethro Tull Tribute band. They were brilliant.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x1U-iLMM0UM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-SMh-fGcsT8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnhV59PSPbA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lTXVwZKRChI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfEHJBrcgPU
Watch Live Video Here!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x1U-iLMM0UM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-SMh-fGcsT8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnhV59PSPbA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lTXVwZKRChI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfEHJBrcgPU
Watch Live Video Here!
Pick and Mix- Sweet Shop- Warrington Market
This weekend, a friend of ours had a stall at Warrington Market's Craft fair. While we were there, Ben decided he just needed some sweets and chocolate!
He stopped at the big sweet shop in the middle of the market. There is so much to choose from, and they would make lovely gifts for people who have a sweet tooth! They are so much cheaper than the sweet shops in the golden square or the town centre too!
The lovely lady who works there said that if things carry on... they will be closing down after twenty years of trading.
So while Halloween is coming up and Christmas, go along an just take a look, and have a think about putting a sweet box together for someone you love. It'd be a crying shame to see that place close down!
He stopped at the big sweet shop in the middle of the market. There is so much to choose from, and they would make lovely gifts for people who have a sweet tooth! They are so much cheaper than the sweet shops in the golden square or the town centre too!
The lovely lady who works there said that if things carry on... they will be closing down after twenty years of trading.
So while Halloween is coming up and Christmas, go along an just take a look, and have a think about putting a sweet box together for someone you love. It'd be a crying shame to see that place close down!
Lack of sleep
Well it is bed time... Not that sleep time really exists for me at the moment, i would say it was more a period of consequtive naps taken during the hours when most people (local time) do their sleeping.
Littlest, ALfie, is still waking eight months in. Last night it was every three hours from midnight... Until 6am when the biggest, Finn, woke him up, singing a self composed, morning song.
Had a lovely sunday with the family today, and I am really.beginning to see ALfie's character come through. I have experienced it a lot more than everyone else due to breast feeding but now he feeds less and eats real food, and can get about of course, he is really starting to bond with everyone around him.
All of these milestones i am honoured to observe... Yet i cannot help but wonder at times if i am being cheated a bit with this sleeping business... Well lack of!
I had a middle of the night break down where my brain could analyse and conclude no longer! Luckily I am on a few of these 'other mum's, all mum's, stick together' forum sites where i had a rant. Although we are a minoroty, we are not the only ones. And there are many reasons which could explain why he is waking.
I never thought about it much until one of the mummy's mentioned milestones.... Which makes so much sense. He spends all day trying to stand up and the falling over so he probably dreams about that too. He is teething with tooth five and six too so that is not helping...
Suddenly i feel a bit less sorry for myself...
Prof Panglos & Non Rabbit- Jethro Tull Tribute Band
Last night I went to see Prof Panglos and Non Rabbit- The Jethro Tull Tribute band. They were brilliant.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x1U-iLMM0UM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-SMh-fGcsT8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnhV59PSPbA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lTXVwZKRChI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfEHJBrcgPU
Watch Live Video Here!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x1U-iLMM0UM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-SMh-fGcsT8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnhV59PSPbA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lTXVwZKRChI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfEHJBrcgPU
Watch Live Video Here!
New to technology
I can now blog from my phone....how bloomin' lovely is that? Well i think so. Now more fighting for the computer. I have barely been bloggin recently. Only really because i have been thinking about people and my relationships with them, so i feel it is unfair to blog about it. Plus my opinion is highly likely to change due to behavioural changes etc. I will find a way to write without revealing too much but being brutally honest is not always a good thing.
Littlest is trying hard to walk now which is magical to watch and biggest is telling me he doesnt love me a lot so i guess littlest is the limelight theif at the moment and i am not playing fair. I aim to make sure he knows i adore him tomorrow. I of course adore him today but that must have beeb lost in translation some how. I love them both equally even though the love i feel for them is different the foundation of it is exactly the same. They are both my special lads they are just individuals too.
Wish You Were Here/ Wish You Were Her.
I'm not sure if it is my mind that is my worst enemy, or whether it is not facing my problems and dealing with them properly. I am perfectly ok when I am busy, however when I am left alone to think, I suddenly get flooded with many thoughts that I simply do not wish to process.
I have no time and no tolerance for weakness, and think that harbouring these memories that do me nothing but harm, has no purpose but to cause more damage than has already been done by said problems. Thus, weakening the ship which I guess is a metaphor for, well just my head, or me.
Although I also wonder if I have processed these pains, and dealt with them properly, perhaps this is why they haunt me, not because I let them, make them or call upon them in a self destructive way, but because somewhere within my mind I have not processed these things enough to heal.
Perhaps it will just take time.
I do not usually write about these things. If I don't have anything good to say I try not to say anything at all. Maybe that is the problem. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
Well thank you blog, you have served a moderate service, so I don't have to let my friends know me any more than they need to. Not only that but I will work this out and get back to you. If not and you feel like you have the answers... pop them on a post card, just make sure it's one labelled wish you were here, or even one saying wish you were her. Both apt.
I have no time and no tolerance for weakness, and think that harbouring these memories that do me nothing but harm, has no purpose but to cause more damage than has already been done by said problems. Thus, weakening the ship which I guess is a metaphor for, well just my head, or me.
Although I also wonder if I have processed these pains, and dealt with them properly, perhaps this is why they haunt me, not because I let them, make them or call upon them in a self destructive way, but because somewhere within my mind I have not processed these things enough to heal.
Perhaps it will just take time.
I do not usually write about these things. If I don't have anything good to say I try not to say anything at all. Maybe that is the problem. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
Well thank you blog, you have served a moderate service, so I don't have to let my friends know me any more than they need to. Not only that but I will work this out and get back to you. If not and you feel like you have the answers... pop them on a post card, just make sure it's one labelled wish you were here, or even one saying wish you were her. Both apt.
is it sleep'o'clock yet? PLEASE?
This post is simply to remind me to get you both back one day. Yes, this is simply a revenge reminder.
I love my little Princes, but I swear they hate sleeping. So I cling to the days that they will be lying in bed all day like sweaty, sticky, layabouts, in their smelly teenage pits.
Last night Finn woke up twice, not too bad really, however Alfie woke up 6 times. 6 feeds during the night! Finn always wanted a drink through the night, and at about 7 months I put his bottle in his cot and he would help himself whenever he needed a drink. It still woke me up but I could hear that he was ok on the monitor, and he would just go back to sleep after his juice. Alfie is similar in this way, he does not wake, he just squirms about and screams until he gets his milk and if he is left long enough he wakes up and it takes hours to get him back to sleep. The main difference is that Alfie is breast fed, so I have to take him out of his cot and sit with him. This then means that he has to sleep in my room still. I am hoping that in time, he will just grow out of it. So today I have attempted to feed him up so he gets used to eating through the day and hopefully, he will gradually feed less through the night... here is hoping eh...
But mark my words lads, Saturday morning's in 10 years time, you will be woken at 6am!
Love you both, you little monkey's! <3
I love my little Princes, but I swear they hate sleeping. So I cling to the days that they will be lying in bed all day like sweaty, sticky, layabouts, in their smelly teenage pits.
Last night Finn woke up twice, not too bad really, however Alfie woke up 6 times. 6 feeds during the night! Finn always wanted a drink through the night, and at about 7 months I put his bottle in his cot and he would help himself whenever he needed a drink. It still woke me up but I could hear that he was ok on the monitor, and he would just go back to sleep after his juice. Alfie is similar in this way, he does not wake, he just squirms about and screams until he gets his milk and if he is left long enough he wakes up and it takes hours to get him back to sleep. The main difference is that Alfie is breast fed, so I have to take him out of his cot and sit with him. This then means that he has to sleep in my room still. I am hoping that in time, he will just grow out of it. So today I have attempted to feed him up so he gets used to eating through the day and hopefully, he will gradually feed less through the night... here is hoping eh...
But mark my words lads, Saturday morning's in 10 years time, you will be woken at 6am!
Love you both, you little monkey's! <3
Ben avoided getting peepee on his head, but nearly got arrested for talking to his crotch...
Each day rolls into each week which seems to be rolling into each month and I hear it just gets worse with age. My littlest babe is already crawling about, feeding himself and sitting up alone. He has started to pull himself up on 'safe' furniture too, in the ball pit, on the bed and in his cot.
I am not too sure if this always happens with the second baby, maybe time goes quicker the more you have, or maybe its because Finn is still only 2 and a half, maybe I am so tired and busy that I don't really notice the time passing so much. It is passing though, and day by day these boys rely on me less and less.
I realise that I don't write here enough and it bothers me because I write here so that their early memories are stored so even if all of my worst nightmares came true, I am with them forever through these words.
Finn is doing pretty well with potty training but has had an off week really. Today he weed in the bank, moments after Ben took him down from his shoulders, he left a tiny puddle but Ben hadn't noticed that he had already done it, so ran with him outside and stood behind a large bin in an Alley way beside the bank.
He said that a young woman was on a break and appeared at the entrance of the passage smoking a cigarette. The bin was between them, and Ben looked down at Finn and said "go on, now is the time, let it out, do a wee" the woman looked at him in shock, as from where she was standing, it looked like Ben was looking down at himself, as she did not know that he had his Son with him!
So for some poor woman on her break enjoying a quick cigarette, she had stood beside a strange man, who appeared to be telling his own bits to "go on, now is the time, let it out, do a wee"... Priceless!!!
I am not too sure if this always happens with the second baby, maybe time goes quicker the more you have, or maybe its because Finn is still only 2 and a half, maybe I am so tired and busy that I don't really notice the time passing so much. It is passing though, and day by day these boys rely on me less and less.
I realise that I don't write here enough and it bothers me because I write here so that their early memories are stored so even if all of my worst nightmares came true, I am with them forever through these words.
Finn is doing pretty well with potty training but has had an off week really. Today he weed in the bank, moments after Ben took him down from his shoulders, he left a tiny puddle but Ben hadn't noticed that he had already done it, so ran with him outside and stood behind a large bin in an Alley way beside the bank.
He said that a young woman was on a break and appeared at the entrance of the passage smoking a cigarette. The bin was between them, and Ben looked down at Finn and said "go on, now is the time, let it out, do a wee" the woman looked at him in shock, as from where she was standing, it looked like Ben was looking down at himself, as she did not know that he had his Son with him!
So for some poor woman on her break enjoying a quick cigarette, she had stood beside a strange man, who appeared to be telling his own bits to "go on, now is the time, let it out, do a wee"... Priceless!!!
Review: Ella's Kitchen- The Orange One
We have sampled a few of the new tastes from Ella's kitchen recently and all of which my boys loved, not just Alfie when he was weaning but Finn as well at age 2! So when Ella's kitchen contacted me to say they have a new pouch for us to try, we were delighted.
It arrived in the post, and I put it straight into my bag, because these pouches are so good for being out and about! Then I left my Mum with both boys in the car as both were asleep, I knew Alfie would wake up hungry and thirsty so I told Mum about the pouch. I ran and did my own version of super market sweep before they could both wake up. Finn stayed asleep but little Alfie woke up as predicted, and screamed! Mum could feed him from the driving seat using the convenient packaging, and then he took it off her and fed himself with it! He loved it.
This new flavour is by far his favorite! And at 7 months now, he had no trouble holding it and feeding it to himself under supervision, which made him feel more independent.
We love Ella's Kitchen, we love their story and their products as you can read here in my previous blog!
It arrived in the post, and I put it straight into my bag, because these pouches are so good for being out and about! Then I left my Mum with both boys in the car as both were asleep, I knew Alfie would wake up hungry and thirsty so I told Mum about the pouch. I ran and did my own version of super market sweep before they could both wake up. Finn stayed asleep but little Alfie woke up as predicted, and screamed! Mum could feed him from the driving seat using the convenient packaging, and then he took it off her and fed himself with it! He loved it.
This new flavour is by far his favorite! And at 7 months now, he had no trouble holding it and feeding it to himself under supervision, which made him feel more independent.
We love Ella's Kitchen, we love their story and their products as you can read here in my previous blog!
Review: Frugi Organic Cotton Clothes
A few weeks ago, Frugi sent me two lovely outfits for each of my boys to try and to attempt to destroy. As you all know, I have been nervously awaiting a return to the dreaded hospital that features in all of my nightmares over the past six months, so it has taken me a lot longer than usual to get this review to you all. That is all but a memory now and I am back on track!
However, this means that the clothes have really been put through the mill! So here is what the bosses think!
On the day that the outfits arrived, I put them straight on the boys. We were due to visit the boys God Father, Ray. It was his birthday so he was having a barbecue in the garden. We had decided to walk as it is only about 1-2 miles away and it was a beautiful summers day.
Alfie was sent organic cord dungarees, they are thick, with a beautiful, silky, soft lining. I rolled them up when he was warm to reveal the stripy lining. After a full day of crawling about in the garden, Alfie was filthy dirty, but I found that the dirt fell off. They have now been washed a few times and still look brand new... even after digging for worms with his big brother!
The material is beautiful and the fit was just perfect, leaving room for my wriggler to move around. They did not restrict him at all so he found learning to crawl in these quite easy! The roll up feature also means that they can be rolled down as baby grows. Details like this mean that the clothes adapt to baby. I know that Alfie is comfortable in these clothes while looking clean and smart, which is nothing short of a miracle!
The outfit for Finn was a touch too small. It was age 18-24 months, and Finn is a very, very, very large 2 year old. He did wear it to go and see uncle ray though and it will definitely be saved for Alfred because it was just so gorgeous!
However, this means that the clothes have really been put through the mill! So here is what the bosses think!
On the day that the outfits arrived, I put them straight on the boys. We were due to visit the boys God Father, Ray. It was his birthday so he was having a barbecue in the garden. We had decided to walk as it is only about 1-2 miles away and it was a beautiful summers day.
The material is beautiful and the fit was just perfect, leaving room for my wriggler to move around. They did not restrict him at all so he found learning to crawl in these quite easy! The roll up feature also means that they can be rolled down as baby grows. Details like this mean that the clothes adapt to baby. I know that Alfie is comfortable in these clothes while looking clean and smart, which is nothing short of a miracle!
The outfit for Finn was a touch too small. It was age 18-24 months, and Finn is a very, very, very large 2 year old. He did wear it to go and see uncle ray though and it will definitely be saved for Alfred because it was just so gorgeous!
These light organic cotton dungarees are just perfect for a growing toddler. I have never been able to dress Finn in light colours because he is a very icky boy! This was no exception. He went straight into the garden with a large plastic spoon and dug up the plants that Daddy had planted just hours before! Finn was covered from head to toe in soil! Then after a full day of ketchup and steak juice being wiped all over his dungarees with absolutely no manners, I thought these would never ever wash clean! But... they did. Perfectly clean and looked as good as new on a basic 40 wash!!!
The boys and myself love Frugi for so many reasons... not all selfish either!
Both of the boys were really comfortable in their outfits! Finn usually takes his pants off at every opportunity, I prefers to be in the nude than wear clothes and as you can imagine, this becomes very difficult when we are out and about!The organic cotton is so soft and breathable that I found it helped with Alfie's contact dermatitis and his eczemaa. Frugi think that this is because there are no harmful chemicals in their clothing. Which is always good to know! It also leaves us Mummies with the piece of mind that the farmers have not had to deal with poisonous pesticides, which is unfortunately quite common these days! This is also Eco-friendly, so you can sleep easy at night! As can baby!
These beautiful outfits are also designed to perfection. Many of the Frugi outfits are reversible. This means that our babies and children are always as comfortable as can be, and it allows you to roll up clothes which are large on baby, while still looking stylish! Then just roll down as baby grows, making every item of clothing a valuable investment.
All of the outfits cleaned beautifully due to the quality of the material, leaving them looking brand new after each wash! Something that seems to be becoming more and more rare with my two boisterous lads!
So to conclude our Frugi experience... all I can say is...
WE LOVE FRUGI!!!
Have a look at the 'planet frugi' section!
I've missed you blog, but now I am bac
I have missed blogging so much! I can't organize life any other way! Plus I love that to get to this now, I just type dysfunctional into google, and it brings up the predictive words and I am there... at the bottom but I am there. I like that :)
What a few weeks I have had, nothing particularly worth writing about, just Ben's birthday which is always awful because he is pretty cookoo, truth be told. However this year he was well behaved and I enjoyed it too.
Then there was my operation. I'd call it treatment really, because I asked to be awake. What a bloody fool! I'd never do that again. The treatment wasn't that bad, but I'd become so worked up as soon as I could smell the hospital smell in that waiting room!!!
Not to mention taking my Mum with me... who decided to tell the nurse... not just any nurse but MY nurse, the lady holding me down for this treatment, well Mum decided to tell her that she had put on a lot of weight. Not in a nasty or vindictive way, more of a very loud observation, in fact She sounded moderately concerned. I was more than moderately concerned after my Mother's whispering over three fields!!!
It also did not help that the next available appointment for this treatment was months after my last biopsy! So I had months to worry! What annoys me more is it isn't the cancer that worries me it's the smell of the hospital! I annoy myself more than anything else on this planet, thank you for reading this by the way, I am sure you can vouch for how annoying that is!
Not only the above but I had to leave the littlest for the first time... and he is still breast fed, he's never taken to a bottle and I was just freaking out at the thought of Ben struggling to force feed the littlest milk while the biggest plotted revenge, as Finn still hates his baby brother most of the time and although they now have a strong bond... Finn is a Daddy's boy. Get in the way of it if you dare!!!
So Aunt Katie and Uncle Col went along too to help out and Ben agreed to go to a play center just by the hospital so I could see my boys straight away after this treatment.
I should also mention that Ben FREAKS out when he is worried about me, and I mean totally goes barmy!!!
I will explain Ben's barmy business in a whole blog entry of its own, it really deserves its own bloody page!!!
Anyway, the treatment was with a different Dr, and to be honest, I wasn't sure I liked that but after all the hassle it had taken to get me there in the first place I was quite ready to give it a go myself.
It was all very laid back and relaxed, well legs akimbo, freezing and a bloody on screen, magnified image of my own bits being burnt away relaxed, meaning everyone else found it a breeze... me on the other had, well I was just enduring the breeze!
By the end of the procedure I was shaking so violently that she told me "If you jump when it hurts again, I will slip and burn away parts of you that are not under aesthetic and that will leave you in excruciating pain" which as you can imagine was like having a gentle hug, or slipping into a warm bubble bath, or even putting on my favorite pair of slippers... NOT!!!!!!
It is quite minor and it wasn't very painful, but with all of my fears after having Alfie in the same department of the same hospital. Just writing it makes me want to vomit through my nose!
So as soon as it was done, I grabbed my things, hobbled out and booked my next appointment, which is yet more biopsy results, but at very least its over the phone so I don't have to smell the smell of one thousand fears!
Oh what a week. I've been resting the best I can, still had a few demanding my full attention, and I've tried to keep everyone happy but it's left me a very groggy Mummy, so now I realize that friends only gain that title in times like these, and whether I like it or not, it is times like these that you realize who aren't very good friends, as well as who are brilliant ones. After almost a full week, I have just started some proper rest and it wasn't optional! My body just turned to led and told me that enough was enough and it was time to sit down. I think I would have been just fine if I'd have slept more, but Ben sleeps less than me now, so I'm by no means complaining!!!!
What a few weeks I have had, nothing particularly worth writing about, just Ben's birthday which is always awful because he is pretty cookoo, truth be told. However this year he was well behaved and I enjoyed it too.
Then there was my operation. I'd call it treatment really, because I asked to be awake. What a bloody fool! I'd never do that again. The treatment wasn't that bad, but I'd become so worked up as soon as I could smell the hospital smell in that waiting room!!!
Not to mention taking my Mum with me... who decided to tell the nurse... not just any nurse but MY nurse, the lady holding me down for this treatment, well Mum decided to tell her that she had put on a lot of weight. Not in a nasty or vindictive way, more of a very loud observation, in fact She sounded moderately concerned. I was more than moderately concerned after my Mother's whispering over three fields!!!
It also did not help that the next available appointment for this treatment was months after my last biopsy! So I had months to worry! What annoys me more is it isn't the cancer that worries me it's the smell of the hospital! I annoy myself more than anything else on this planet, thank you for reading this by the way, I am sure you can vouch for how annoying that is!
Not only the above but I had to leave the littlest for the first time... and he is still breast fed, he's never taken to a bottle and I was just freaking out at the thought of Ben struggling to force feed the littlest milk while the biggest plotted revenge, as Finn still hates his baby brother most of the time and although they now have a strong bond... Finn is a Daddy's boy. Get in the way of it if you dare!!!
So Aunt Katie and Uncle Col went along too to help out and Ben agreed to go to a play center just by the hospital so I could see my boys straight away after this treatment.
I should also mention that Ben FREAKS out when he is worried about me, and I mean totally goes barmy!!!
I will explain Ben's barmy business in a whole blog entry of its own, it really deserves its own bloody page!!!
Anyway, the treatment was with a different Dr, and to be honest, I wasn't sure I liked that but after all the hassle it had taken to get me there in the first place I was quite ready to give it a go myself.
It was all very laid back and relaxed, well legs akimbo, freezing and a bloody on screen, magnified image of my own bits being burnt away relaxed, meaning everyone else found it a breeze... me on the other had, well I was just enduring the breeze!
By the end of the procedure I was shaking so violently that she told me "If you jump when it hurts again, I will slip and burn away parts of you that are not under aesthetic and that will leave you in excruciating pain" which as you can imagine was like having a gentle hug, or slipping into a warm bubble bath, or even putting on my favorite pair of slippers... NOT!!!!!!
It is quite minor and it wasn't very painful, but with all of my fears after having Alfie in the same department of the same hospital. Just writing it makes me want to vomit through my nose!
So as soon as it was done, I grabbed my things, hobbled out and booked my next appointment, which is yet more biopsy results, but at very least its over the phone so I don't have to smell the smell of one thousand fears!
Oh what a week. I've been resting the best I can, still had a few demanding my full attention, and I've tried to keep everyone happy but it's left me a very groggy Mummy, so now I realize that friends only gain that title in times like these, and whether I like it or not, it is times like these that you realize who aren't very good friends, as well as who are brilliant ones. After almost a full week, I have just started some proper rest and it wasn't optional! My body just turned to led and told me that enough was enough and it was time to sit down. I think I would have been just fine if I'd have slept more, but Ben sleeps less than me now, so I'm by no means complaining!!!!
I'm sorry blog, I will get back to writing daily
I know it has been ages since I last blogged and I have a few reviews waiting to go out that are long over due. I have cut back on the reviews over the last few weeks while I have a reshuffle, but a few things I just could not resist!
Ben's birthday is now out of the way! It is something I absolutely dread, he HATES his birthday, and everything is usually complained about! FUN! But this year he did really well... compared to previous years. All of his presents were opened before the big day, and the house was FULL all day on his actual birthday, which was really lovely!
So tonight I am in with my little princes while Mr Ben is off out to the cinema with God Daddy Ben, a.k.a. Junior. It is so long over due and I know even though Mr Ben is really SHATTERED, he will have fun once he is there! Plus when he is tired... he is grouchy!
So now I should really be sleeping, but as I have my operation pending I am googling the worst. It isn't the operation that I am worried about... I was supposed to go back to book an appointment if there wasn't any improvements after the antibiotics for the last infection... it's getting worse quite quickly now, but its episodic, but I know I should have been back by now, it's just such hard work!
Hopefully its nerves and eating too much haha!
Anyway, I should have updated this all sooner. So I am really sorry. It will happen. Between my birthday boy, my teething tot and timmy terrible two's tantrumer, I've been pretty mithered.
But blog... I've missed updating you! I've updated my facebook and twitter though, as I'd never want a memory to be missed!!!
I will write soon... Hate feeling vulnerable! Watch this space, I'm getting fixed and then I will be back.... better than ever! xxx
D.D.
Ben's birthday is now out of the way! It is something I absolutely dread, he HATES his birthday, and everything is usually complained about! FUN! But this year he did really well... compared to previous years. All of his presents were opened before the big day, and the house was FULL all day on his actual birthday, which was really lovely!
So tonight I am in with my little princes while Mr Ben is off out to the cinema with God Daddy Ben, a.k.a. Junior. It is so long over due and I know even though Mr Ben is really SHATTERED, he will have fun once he is there! Plus when he is tired... he is grouchy!
So now I should really be sleeping, but as I have my operation pending I am googling the worst. It isn't the operation that I am worried about... I was supposed to go back to book an appointment if there wasn't any improvements after the antibiotics for the last infection... it's getting worse quite quickly now, but its episodic, but I know I should have been back by now, it's just such hard work!
Hopefully its nerves and eating too much haha!
Anyway, I should have updated this all sooner. So I am really sorry. It will happen. Between my birthday boy, my teething tot and timmy terrible two's tantrumer, I've been pretty mithered.
But blog... I've missed updating you! I've updated my facebook and twitter though, as I'd never want a memory to be missed!!!
I will write soon... Hate feeling vulnerable! Watch this space, I'm getting fixed and then I will be back.... better than ever! xxx
D.D.
keep on going
Some people wish to win the lottery, and although I have done this in that past, now I have just wished to get onto a good course at uni. Not the law course at Oxford that was once disregarded through my own stupidity although I am sure that was not my destiny now, but a simple teaching course which I know that I am capable of doing well on.
I know that this is not how wishes work, but I am justifying this by making up a new rule, which is that, yes, you are not supposed to tell anybody because this voids the wish, however I am giving this the condition that 'tell' means spoken, and 'somebody' means human. Thus using the technicalities of 'tell' meaning spoken, and this being written, and 'somebody' meaning human and this being written within a blog... I've lost myself now too.
I did once wish to win the lottery in all honesty. And I did. Well kind of.
What happened was I was having an awful time and needed to get away... I needed Ben to come with me but he wasn't being convinced easily. In fact it was almost impossible. Almost.
Now when I say I was having an awful time, I'm not talking really awful like some people, but more 'Jeremy Kyle Ridiculous' awful.
I was sat on my bed with my baby boy in my arms, he was sleeping peacefully which was as rare as a square water melon. Yet dispute this moment being sacred, I was in emotional turmoil within. I was lonely, frightened and powerlessly vulnerable. I needed to escape the social prison I had been confined to.
So I wished to win the lottery.
I wished on an eyelash that had come loose and fallen out while I was wiping away my tears.
So here's the miracle... I forgot to put a ticket on.
Then the next day Ben came home from work, and said that the funniest thing had happened. Someone had left a bunch of scratch cards behind, he'd kept them but no one had come back to claim them. Each one of them was a winning ticket. I held them in my hands in disbelief.
My pitiful wish dawned on me. I turned the tickets over to see the National Lottery logo.
There was not enough winnings for me to run away, but this restored my faith in fate and destiny. I thought that one day this pain will be worthwhile.
It was.
My faith is now quite strong and I hope that it does remain throughtout my life. So I am going to apply for the courses which I know that I can do well on, and I am going to just hope that I am good enough.
To be continued eh...
I know that this is not how wishes work, but I am justifying this by making up a new rule, which is that, yes, you are not supposed to tell anybody because this voids the wish, however I am giving this the condition that 'tell' means spoken, and 'somebody' means human. Thus using the technicalities of 'tell' meaning spoken, and this being written, and 'somebody' meaning human and this being written within a blog... I've lost myself now too.
I did once wish to win the lottery in all honesty. And I did. Well kind of.
What happened was I was having an awful time and needed to get away... I needed Ben to come with me but he wasn't being convinced easily. In fact it was almost impossible. Almost.
Now when I say I was having an awful time, I'm not talking really awful like some people, but more 'Jeremy Kyle Ridiculous' awful.
I was sat on my bed with my baby boy in my arms, he was sleeping peacefully which was as rare as a square water melon. Yet dispute this moment being sacred, I was in emotional turmoil within. I was lonely, frightened and powerlessly vulnerable. I needed to escape the social prison I had been confined to.
So I wished to win the lottery.
I wished on an eyelash that had come loose and fallen out while I was wiping away my tears.
So here's the miracle... I forgot to put a ticket on.
Then the next day Ben came home from work, and said that the funniest thing had happened. Someone had left a bunch of scratch cards behind, he'd kept them but no one had come back to claim them. Each one of them was a winning ticket. I held them in my hands in disbelief.
My pitiful wish dawned on me. I turned the tickets over to see the National Lottery logo.
There was not enough winnings for me to run away, but this restored my faith in fate and destiny. I thought that one day this pain will be worthwhile.
It was.
My faith is now quite strong and I hope that it does remain throughtout my life. So I am going to apply for the courses which I know that I can do well on, and I am going to just hope that I am good enough.
To be continued eh...
Something Beautiful, Brotherly love...and hate.
Alfie is fast approaching the 6 month mark. I am still getting used to him being here even though it is like he has been here forever! Finn is also still getting used to him, but I am starting to see their love for each other and their bond more and more each day. Its really lovely to see.
Finn hated Alfie at first, and having a new baby brother really upset him. He stopped talking, started waking in the night and even went off his food. Finn is absolutely massive for a 2 year old, so to go off his food, well we were really really worried about him.
Ben has only become closer to Finn as a lot more of my time has been taken up by Alfie. Ben has been doing the 'morning shift' of getting up with Finn, while I sleep until Alfie is ready to get up. This used to be afternoon and waking Alfie was like waking a teenager!!!
This just made Finn and me drift further apart, and it shattered me totally, but now Alfie is bigger and Finn has taken to him a bit more, I can see some light at the end of the tunnel. I am having the odd bit of special time with my biggest boy, and I cherish it. I will take anything I am given, even if it's just a poo filled nappy, I will take it with pleasure just to feel a bit closer to my biggest boy.
Finn has always allowed his guard to come down when it is just Him, Alfie and Myself. But this guard has only really been dropped slightly, and only when Finn is almost ready for a sleep. However now that Alfie is getting older, and he is such a strong character, I am noticing some bonding between them, and a bond of two brothers is something I have never really known, being female and having a large gap between My Brother and Myself. Ben is very close to his Brother, and they have a very Strong and loyal bond. Even when they decide they hate each other, the bond remains strong. It was important to us that Finn could experience that. Having someone that they could rely on and trust so much more than you can a parent or a friend. Someone to play with all of the time. Someone to look after all of the time and someone to look after you all of the time.
Today I heard Finn say "Oh No, Mine Alf Being Naughty!!!" I peeked in to see that Alfie had pulled the table cloth so that he could reach my candle centre piece that Ben's grandma bought me for Christmas this year. Finn was desperately wrestling two long white candles and a silver candle set holder from his baby brother, so that he could quickly put it back. Getting into trouble together already.
Finn was always a bit rough for tiny baby Alfie (Tiny compared to Finn, still quite big as babies go) However the last week I have noticed that Alfie can give as good as he gets. Finn has been so good not hitting him back, but Alfie has picked his moments and given his big brother some tough love.
This week Finn was picking Alfie's toys up off the floor for him, while Alfie was sat above in his high chair causing chaos. As Finn stood up Alfie got him by the hair and started to 'clap' (slap) Finn's face. Poor Finn was so upset so I had to put Alfie in the 'naughty chair' (he was already sat in the high chair) and tell him that he had been naughty, which just made him laugh but made poor Finn feel like justice had been done.
I have a feeling that this is the beginning of something really beautiful.
I love my boys. <3
Finn hated Alfie at first, and having a new baby brother really upset him. He stopped talking, started waking in the night and even went off his food. Finn is absolutely massive for a 2 year old, so to go off his food, well we were really really worried about him.
Ben has only become closer to Finn as a lot more of my time has been taken up by Alfie. Ben has been doing the 'morning shift' of getting up with Finn, while I sleep until Alfie is ready to get up. This used to be afternoon and waking Alfie was like waking a teenager!!!
This just made Finn and me drift further apart, and it shattered me totally, but now Alfie is bigger and Finn has taken to him a bit more, I can see some light at the end of the tunnel. I am having the odd bit of special time with my biggest boy, and I cherish it. I will take anything I am given, even if it's just a poo filled nappy, I will take it with pleasure just to feel a bit closer to my biggest boy.
Finn has always allowed his guard to come down when it is just Him, Alfie and Myself. But this guard has only really been dropped slightly, and only when Finn is almost ready for a sleep. However now that Alfie is getting older, and he is such a strong character, I am noticing some bonding between them, and a bond of two brothers is something I have never really known, being female and having a large gap between My Brother and Myself. Ben is very close to his Brother, and they have a very Strong and loyal bond. Even when they decide they hate each other, the bond remains strong. It was important to us that Finn could experience that. Having someone that they could rely on and trust so much more than you can a parent or a friend. Someone to play with all of the time. Someone to look after all of the time and someone to look after you all of the time.
Today I heard Finn say "Oh No, Mine Alf Being Naughty!!!" I peeked in to see that Alfie had pulled the table cloth so that he could reach my candle centre piece that Ben's grandma bought me for Christmas this year. Finn was desperately wrestling two long white candles and a silver candle set holder from his baby brother, so that he could quickly put it back. Getting into trouble together already.
Finn was always a bit rough for tiny baby Alfie (Tiny compared to Finn, still quite big as babies go) However the last week I have noticed that Alfie can give as good as he gets. Finn has been so good not hitting him back, but Alfie has picked his moments and given his big brother some tough love.
This week Finn was picking Alfie's toys up off the floor for him, while Alfie was sat above in his high chair causing chaos. As Finn stood up Alfie got him by the hair and started to 'clap' (slap) Finn's face. Poor Finn was so upset so I had to put Alfie in the 'naughty chair' (he was already sat in the high chair) and tell him that he had been naughty, which just made him laugh but made poor Finn feel like justice had been done.
I have a feeling that this is the beginning of something really beautiful.
I love my boys. <3
Salt Dough- Foot prints, hand prints and other creations- Children's Activities
Salt Dough Recipe!
2x Cups of Flour (Plain flour)
1x Cup of Salt (Table salt is best)
1x Cup of Water
1 table spoon of oil (sunflower, vegetable, olive)
Cinnamon (As much as you want for the nice smell)
Ok so the flour, salt and water are the essentials, but the oil helps for a smooth finish when making in prints and the Cinnamon makes it smell gorgeous! They are both optional but I use them every time!
This is really easy and cheap to make!
Instructions
1) Flour and salt in first so not to make the cup sticky
2) water in second
3) stir it all up, I usually use a fork to get rid of any lumps
4) add the oil, you can use more or less depending on your mix, makes it a lot easier to play with
5)add the Cinnamon, I use about 5 table spoons
6)Stir it up until it looks like dough, if it is really sticky add some more flour, if its not sticky enough add some water, but the above recipe is usually spot on. Knead for a few minutes.
7) get playing and creating, you can put flour on work surfaces so that it doesn't stick.
8) preheat the oven to 100c/ gas mark 1/4 if oven drying
Ideas
Try rolling some out until it is about an inch thick and push your child's hand or foot into it to make a beautiful mold, if its not perfect, squish it, roll into a ball and roll it out again. When you are finished, put your creations onto a baking tray.
Drying
Place in oven at 100C (Gas mark 1/4) until hard, this usually takes about 2 hours for a small mold but can take longer. Once it is hard throughout, turn the oven off and leave your creations in to cool down. You can also leave your creations to dry in open air, this takes a couple of days.
Once they have cooled completely, they can be painted! I use Acrylic paints.
A bit of varnish gives them a beautiful shiny finish!
Beautiful!
Let me know below how you get on so any tweaks can be made, and add your pictures too, I'd love to see!!!
2x Cups of Flour (Plain flour)
1x Cup of Salt (Table salt is best)
1x Cup of Water
1 table spoon of oil (sunflower, vegetable, olive)
Cinnamon (As much as you want for the nice smell)
Ok so the flour, salt and water are the essentials, but the oil helps for a smooth finish when making in prints and the Cinnamon makes it smell gorgeous! They are both optional but I use them every time!
This is really easy and cheap to make!
Instructions
1) Flour and salt in first so not to make the cup sticky
2) water in second
3) stir it all up, I usually use a fork to get rid of any lumps
4) add the oil, you can use more or less depending on your mix, makes it a lot easier to play with
5)add the Cinnamon, I use about 5 table spoons
6)Stir it up until it looks like dough, if it is really sticky add some more flour, if its not sticky enough add some water, but the above recipe is usually spot on. Knead for a few minutes.
7) get playing and creating, you can put flour on work surfaces so that it doesn't stick.
8) preheat the oven to 100c/ gas mark 1/4 if oven drying
Ideas
Try rolling some out until it is about an inch thick and push your child's hand or foot into it to make a beautiful mold, if its not perfect, squish it, roll into a ball and roll it out again. When you are finished, put your creations onto a baking tray.
Drying
Place in oven at 100C (Gas mark 1/4) until hard, this usually takes about 2 hours for a small mold but can take longer. Once it is hard throughout, turn the oven off and leave your creations in to cool down. You can also leave your creations to dry in open air, this takes a couple of days.
Once they have cooled completely, they can be painted! I use Acrylic paints.
A bit of varnish gives them a beautiful shiny finish!
Beautiful!
Let me know below how you get on so any tweaks can be made, and add your pictures too, I'd love to see!!!
Jethro Tull Tribute Band at Knutsford Little Theatre 14th October 2011!!! PROF PANGLOS AND NON RABBIT
*** This event has now been and gone! But do not worry! I will post the latest dates here! ***
There are just a few tickets remaining for the best Jethro Tull tribute band around!
I challenge you to know the difference between these guys and Jethro Tull themselves!!!
Just £10.00 a ticket for this truly amazing experience!
If you would like a ticket, let me know as I have a couple spare.
I give this band top Dysfunction thumbs up... Although I may seem bias because Dysfunctional Daddy is the guitarist, but if you have seen the sheese review you will know that I have no fear in telling the truth!!!
If you are local, gets your tenners out for a brilliant musical journey!
Peace out.
Dorris x
There are just a few tickets remaining for the best Jethro Tull tribute band around!
I challenge you to know the difference between these guys and Jethro Tull themselves!!!
Just £10.00 a ticket for this truly amazing experience!
If you would like a ticket, let me know as I have a couple spare.
I give this band top Dysfunction thumbs up... Although I may seem bias because Dysfunctional Daddy is the guitarist, but if you have seen the sheese review you will know that I have no fear in telling the truth!!!
If you are local, gets your tenners out for a brilliant musical journey!
Peace out.
Dorris x
Custard for everyone! Eat it quick it is out of date.
My Mum is wonderful... I know most people think their Mum's are wonderful, but mine really is and not just for the conventional reasons.
As I have blogged before She has survived a few strokes now, her first at just 32 and She works on her recovery daily and She does it like a hero.
It's sometimes hard to see someone you love suffer so much, and the conditions that She is left fighting leave me with mixed emotions. Empathy, fear, agony, vulnerability, sympathy, admiration... lots of different emotions. However, the best thing to come from is the humorous moments, and without these moments, the rest would become unbearable.
Humor has helped me through many situations and being able to laugh about things when they are no longer quite so raw makes life a bit shinier for me, and it certainly makes me stronger.
My Mum, has always liked a bargain. I think it comes from growing up having nothing at all. Finding a bargain is like finding gold... or finding bargain gold.
Several years ago now, I came to the fridge (when I was still living with my parents as a teenager) looking for a late night snack. When I opened the fridge, all I could see was custard. Tub after tub of ready-made custard... a sea of yellow dessert...
I love custard...but as a lactose intolerant, this made me quite nervous!!!
I closed the fridge...waited a few seconds...adjusted my eyes mentally...then reopened it quickly...
STILL THERE... NOT DREAMED IT... FRIDGE FULL OF CUSTARD!!!!!
I asked Mum about it and She explained that my brother likes custard...and it was only a few pence...
The trend continues :)
As I have blogged before She has survived a few strokes now, her first at just 32 and She works on her recovery daily and She does it like a hero.
It's sometimes hard to see someone you love suffer so much, and the conditions that She is left fighting leave me with mixed emotions. Empathy, fear, agony, vulnerability, sympathy, admiration... lots of different emotions. However, the best thing to come from is the humorous moments, and without these moments, the rest would become unbearable.
Humor has helped me through many situations and being able to laugh about things when they are no longer quite so raw makes life a bit shinier for me, and it certainly makes me stronger.
My Mum, has always liked a bargain. I think it comes from growing up having nothing at all. Finding a bargain is like finding gold... or finding bargain gold.
Several years ago now, I came to the fridge (when I was still living with my parents as a teenager) looking for a late night snack. When I opened the fridge, all I could see was custard. Tub after tub of ready-made custard... a sea of yellow dessert...
I love custard...but as a lactose intolerant, this made me quite nervous!!!
I closed the fridge...waited a few seconds...adjusted my eyes mentally...then reopened it quickly...
STILL THERE... NOT DREAMED IT... FRIDGE FULL OF CUSTARD!!!!!
I asked Mum about it and She explained that my brother likes custard...and it was only a few pence...
The trend continues :)
Dizziness, sickness, fainting, headaches and cramps!!!
I felt rough a lot of the time, I went to my GP to explain the Lactose Intolerance was out of control, everything was making me ill and nothing seemed to stop it!
I explained my symptoms to my GP... conclusion... stress...
It started to effect my exams... running out of exams to throw up and passing out in toilets...
Back to the GP... conclusion...stress...
Exams finished, no job to worry about, no college left, got a few odd shifts at Ben's pub to tide me over, home life was pretty stressful but I could manage that, it had become the norm. Ben was really stressful but still that had become quite normal.
It got to the point that the cramps were ridiculous. A lot of people had asked if I could be pregnant. I'd been on a contraceptive tablet, but with all the throwing up...had it worked???
So frightened and worried I spoke to Ben about it. A lot of people had told him that I was definitely pregnant... that is the difference between normal people and pub people, normal people wonder and pub people just decide what they think is a fact.
Ben walked across to the shops and bought 4 clear blue digital pregnancy tests. He seemed really excited about it, and he had told a few of his friends about it, and most of the pub factually thought I was pregnant.
So I did it...I peed on the stick...
NEGATIVE.
I came out of the bathroom, and told Ben. He hugged me and said that it was good news as I have uni and that I must get back to the doctors yet again, my blood pressure kept dropping.
Ben disappeared talking, and then I found him on his own, he had tears in his eyes and he hugged me again. It seemed to have hit him quite hard that I was not pregnant. Which shocked him as much as it did me! We had already decided that we were going to get married and travel the world together. We had no idea that not having a baby right then would actually upset us... But maybe we knew somewhere in our hearts, that the test was wrong, and we were about to deal with one of the biggest changes in fate that we couldn't really have ever predicted... back to the drawing board!
Over the next few weeks the symptoms just got worse and worse!!! I did 15 pregnancy tests... all NEGATIVE!!!
My Mum said that She could just sense that I was pregnant, but I explained that I had done pregnancy test after pregnancy test of EVERY brand! We had spent a small fortune on these things! My period due date had come and gone, and still no sign of finding out what this undiagnosable condition was.
Then one day I was helping out at Ben's pub, and his friend came in.
John.
John is a very unusual person, he has a kind of glow that is hard to explain, he carries some sort of peaceful yet powerful force, softly spoken and intuitive. Very intuitive. When you talk to him you could be anywhere in the world and not notice. He is a powerful man with a lot of soul and spirit.
He told me to lift my t-shirt up slightly... odd request but I'd had worse from customers... so I did. He said "You are pregnant", I explained about feeling ill all the time and Mum telling me She thought I might be pregnant and the 15 negative tests. He listened intently, then repeated himself. "You ARE pregnant."
I went back to my doctor...I saw the top GP at the surgery, he had been the main GP there for over 20 years. If he didn't know then who else was there to ask...?
He asked if I had done a pregnancy test and explained that the pill I had been taking would not work due to the sickness being everyday, and that because it hasn't been in my system, I wouldn't have an estimate for a period due date. He told me to go away and come back if the test was negative.
That week I went to visit Ben at work.
I did this every week. I'd get two trains and take a walk through Castleford, to spend an hour or so with Ben then I'd be in a boring hotel room for hours until he got back. I took some food with me that Mum had made. I tried to eat it on the train to Leeds, but my stomach would not stop turning! I felt so ill. It felt like when I had, had stomach ulcers. So I thought I better get back to the Doctors!!!
I remembered that he had told me to do another pregnancy test before I came back, so I thought I better had. I picked one up on the walk to meet Ben. I only spent 99p on it, I had no faith in it being the answers to what was wrong. So much so, that I didn't even mention it to Ben!
When I got there, we had loads to talk about, and I forgot to mention it to him! He went to work and I was chatting to him out of the window before he went... then I ended up bursting for a wee. So I ran to the toilet, which was next door to our room, then ran back to grab the test, I didn't see any point in waiting until morning to do it. I peed into Ben's coffee cup and dipped the stick in.
Straight away there were two really dark purple lines... I reread the packet 3 or 4 times... then checked the test again...then reread some more...
I placed the test on some tissue in our room on the table. I text Ben because I had no credit, telling him to RING me A.S.A.P!!!
He didn't!!!
I text him again telling him it was REALLY URGENT.
So he rang, and I said...I'm Pregnant.
He said, ~"ok Babe, I will ring you when I get to work"
WHAT??????
Out of all of the things you want to hear when you tell someone that... Ok is NOT what you want to hear!!! EVER!!!!!
Then he text me "Woohoo. Good news, I love you, will ring you in a min".
And so just a few months after meeting the love of my life, I was expecting to meet someone else very soon, who I would also fall madly in love with. Unconditionally.
I explained my symptoms to my GP... conclusion... stress...
It started to effect my exams... running out of exams to throw up and passing out in toilets...
Back to the GP... conclusion...stress...
Exams finished, no job to worry about, no college left, got a few odd shifts at Ben's pub to tide me over, home life was pretty stressful but I could manage that, it had become the norm. Ben was really stressful but still that had become quite normal.
It got to the point that the cramps were ridiculous. A lot of people had asked if I could be pregnant. I'd been on a contraceptive tablet, but with all the throwing up...had it worked???
So frightened and worried I spoke to Ben about it. A lot of people had told him that I was definitely pregnant... that is the difference between normal people and pub people, normal people wonder and pub people just decide what they think is a fact.
Ben walked across to the shops and bought 4 clear blue digital pregnancy tests. He seemed really excited about it, and he had told a few of his friends about it, and most of the pub factually thought I was pregnant.
So I did it...I peed on the stick...
NEGATIVE.
I came out of the bathroom, and told Ben. He hugged me and said that it was good news as I have uni and that I must get back to the doctors yet again, my blood pressure kept dropping.
Ben disappeared talking, and then I found him on his own, he had tears in his eyes and he hugged me again. It seemed to have hit him quite hard that I was not pregnant. Which shocked him as much as it did me! We had already decided that we were going to get married and travel the world together. We had no idea that not having a baby right then would actually upset us... But maybe we knew somewhere in our hearts, that the test was wrong, and we were about to deal with one of the biggest changes in fate that we couldn't really have ever predicted... back to the drawing board!
Over the next few weeks the symptoms just got worse and worse!!! I did 15 pregnancy tests... all NEGATIVE!!!
My Mum said that She could just sense that I was pregnant, but I explained that I had done pregnancy test after pregnancy test of EVERY brand! We had spent a small fortune on these things! My period due date had come and gone, and still no sign of finding out what this undiagnosable condition was.
Then one day I was helping out at Ben's pub, and his friend came in.
John.
John is a very unusual person, he has a kind of glow that is hard to explain, he carries some sort of peaceful yet powerful force, softly spoken and intuitive. Very intuitive. When you talk to him you could be anywhere in the world and not notice. He is a powerful man with a lot of soul and spirit.
He told me to lift my t-shirt up slightly... odd request but I'd had worse from customers... so I did. He said "You are pregnant", I explained about feeling ill all the time and Mum telling me She thought I might be pregnant and the 15 negative tests. He listened intently, then repeated himself. "You ARE pregnant."
I went back to my doctor...I saw the top GP at the surgery, he had been the main GP there for over 20 years. If he didn't know then who else was there to ask...?
He asked if I had done a pregnancy test and explained that the pill I had been taking would not work due to the sickness being everyday, and that because it hasn't been in my system, I wouldn't have an estimate for a period due date. He told me to go away and come back if the test was negative.
That week I went to visit Ben at work.
I did this every week. I'd get two trains and take a walk through Castleford, to spend an hour or so with Ben then I'd be in a boring hotel room for hours until he got back. I took some food with me that Mum had made. I tried to eat it on the train to Leeds, but my stomach would not stop turning! I felt so ill. It felt like when I had, had stomach ulcers. So I thought I better get back to the Doctors!!!
I remembered that he had told me to do another pregnancy test before I came back, so I thought I better had. I picked one up on the walk to meet Ben. I only spent 99p on it, I had no faith in it being the answers to what was wrong. So much so, that I didn't even mention it to Ben!
When I got there, we had loads to talk about, and I forgot to mention it to him! He went to work and I was chatting to him out of the window before he went... then I ended up bursting for a wee. So I ran to the toilet, which was next door to our room, then ran back to grab the test, I didn't see any point in waiting until morning to do it. I peed into Ben's coffee cup and dipped the stick in.
Straight away there were two really dark purple lines... I reread the packet 3 or 4 times... then checked the test again...then reread some more...
I placed the test on some tissue in our room on the table. I text Ben because I had no credit, telling him to RING me A.S.A.P!!!
He didn't!!!
I text him again telling him it was REALLY URGENT.
So he rang, and I said...I'm Pregnant.
He said, ~"ok Babe, I will ring you when I get to work"
WHAT??????
Out of all of the things you want to hear when you tell someone that... Ok is NOT what you want to hear!!! EVER!!!!!
Then he text me "Woohoo. Good news, I love you, will ring you in a min".
And so just a few months after meeting the love of my life, I was expecting to meet someone else very soon, who I would also fall madly in love with. Unconditionally.
Getting my first tattoo!!!
I have designed thousands of tattoos while day dreaming my way through school. Yet when it came to this, I just did not have the time to perfect something that was staying on my body...forever.
I decided to get a small tattoo on my stomach just above my hip. I wanted something to represent my confidence in Ben and I, and him being my soul mate.
Ben already had loads of tattoos, 30+, so it wasn't much of a big deal to him. I decided to go to the same guy for mine as Bne had done for most of his.
I went to Voodoo tattoos in Warrington. Lee did the tattoo for me. It scratched a little but he was really gently, I'd say it tickled more that it hurt.
An hour later it was done and dusted. No problem.
One day, I'll go back to that place, hopefully not to cover it up!
I decided to get a small tattoo on my stomach just above my hip. I wanted something to represent my confidence in Ben and I, and him being my soul mate.
Ben already had loads of tattoos, 30+, so it wasn't much of a big deal to him. I decided to go to the same guy for mine as Bne had done for most of his.
I went to Voodoo tattoos in Warrington. Lee did the tattoo for me. It scratched a little but he was really gently, I'd say it tickled more that it hurt.
An hour later it was done and dusted. No problem.
One day, I'll go back to that place, hopefully not to cover it up!
life changing few weeks with my lovable rougue!
I knew that I loved Ben after that very first date. He made my blood boil and my tummy do somersaults!
Spending time with Ben has always been an emotional roller coaster!!!
The two weeks we had together before he went back to work were lovely. We had a lot of arguments... I always felt like they weren't my fault... but some how he felt the same, only worse than normal arguments with people. Usually I am good at that stuff, but I'd really met my match! He wore me out with his constant, well contests!!!
We woke up one morning, and I got up first. I started to get ready as I had college and lesson started... 10 minutes ago...
Ben rolled over and asked "What's the weather like?"... I said "Urm, I dunno...ok...ish", Ben seemed really upset with this, and said that I hadn't provided a real answer..! So I said, "oh, well its sunny with patches of cloud and a brisk easterly wind"... but this caused one of the riot arguments. I thought I was funny...I was wrong!
There were many of these arguments and many moments that melted my heart. Hearing him talking about me was the best thing. He was really proud of me. That felt really nice. Nicer than the crap people say to your face. Its the crap they say behind your back that affects you more.
Then it came around...the day that I had to kiss Ben goodbye. The click from both pubs seemed to have several bets on it not lasting. I felt like everyone was humouring us.
I stood on the platform at the train station, and we said Goodbye...
I had my final exams at college approaching, my birthday, my tattoo appointment, Ben losing me my job, living together for a few weeks while Ben was home and getting quite ill......
Spending time with Ben has always been an emotional roller coaster!!!
The two weeks we had together before he went back to work were lovely. We had a lot of arguments... I always felt like they weren't my fault... but some how he felt the same, only worse than normal arguments with people. Usually I am good at that stuff, but I'd really met my match! He wore me out with his constant, well contests!!!
We woke up one morning, and I got up first. I started to get ready as I had college and lesson started... 10 minutes ago...
Ben rolled over and asked "What's the weather like?"... I said "Urm, I dunno...ok...ish", Ben seemed really upset with this, and said that I hadn't provided a real answer..! So I said, "oh, well its sunny with patches of cloud and a brisk easterly wind"... but this caused one of the riot arguments. I thought I was funny...I was wrong!
There were many of these arguments and many moments that melted my heart. Hearing him talking about me was the best thing. He was really proud of me. That felt really nice. Nicer than the crap people say to your face. Its the crap they say behind your back that affects you more.
Then it came around...the day that I had to kiss Ben goodbye. The click from both pubs seemed to have several bets on it not lasting. I felt like everyone was humouring us.
I stood on the platform at the train station, and we said Goodbye...
I had my final exams at college approaching, my birthday, my tattoo appointment, Ben losing me my job, living together for a few weeks while Ben was home and getting quite ill......
Cutting ties to my misery and opening all doors to the future... and then he left me (3)
I knew that I was in love, but now I had a few lose ends to sort out. I was still supposed to be seeing some guy from across town, the snobby side. I hadn't seen him for a while, which should probably have been warning enough, but I had to split up with him, without breaking his heart and without making me look like the bitch I was. But to be fair it's not like it was because of a fling or anything, I'd met my soul mate.
I met up with him one night after college, I thought if I scared him enough he'd freak out due to lack of maturity, and we'd go our separate ways, in a really civil way. Me guilt free...
It didn't quite happen like that to be honest, my elaborate story worked, I told him that I wanted a baby, now and I was just going to have one. Alone. This was just to confuse and scare the poor guy, but it worked, and it kinda played out that way... careful what you wish for eh...?
Nothing had yet happened with Ben, so I was desperate to see him so that I could cuddle him. Like it was our victory. Like I had been waiting to do so my entire life.
In college I had told Sarah Rodger's that I was in love. She found this hilarious and no one really believed me, I'm not sure why, maybe it was the 6 month relationship I'd just had with the guy that I barely noticed and constantly complained about not being in love with...
I spent a lot of quality time with Ben before I got chance to break up with the unloved ex face to face. We spent hours talking about everything.
Ben invited me to his pub, it was a biker pub, consisting of locals, lots of them, that all know everything about each other. Like the pubs you see in soaps...only a really twisted late night version? a dirty grotty smell version...
I walked in, with Kath Yates. It was like having two heads. Ben had already told everyone about me, but I didn't know that. It was very scary. We sat at the bar. I'd been so ill with my lactose intolerance for a few weeks, so I told him I didn't want to go out anywhere for food because I have been throwing up a lot and can't have much. I was pretty much living off crisps. I didn't bring them up and I was so hungry by this point! He told me he had got me something. I was offended because of the sexism... but then he just handed me an Asda bag, when it wasn't flowers, I realised that I had sexist views... I blame society... Anyway, I opened the bag and in it was every packet of crisps that he could find. There were all sorts in there. He said I know you are allergic to flowers, but I will find you some one day that won't make you sneeze. Oh and I got extra packets of your favorite...
He told me that he was home for just two weeks, then he would be going back working away, saving enough money to join his best friend Ben Wilkinson a.k.a Junior in Thai Land again, ready for a trip around the world... He told me that he had just 14 days to make me fall in love with him. But I already had...
We had some wonderful times together, always sober. Then one night he joined our quiz night. Vikki Prigmore was there and Rick, who later got the name Dip stick Rick. Ben gave him that name. Ben drank that night, and I drank too. Ben drank a lot. I was really shocked at how much he drank. I assumed it was because of the night out, but I was later to find out that this was going to be an ongoing issue.
That night ended in tears. I saw a darker side to Ben. One that was desperately unhappy and frantically unsettled. But once again he found a way to melt my heart.
We had a few big arguments before he left, always filled with drama and comedy. Always equally balanced. Yin and Yang.
I bought him a tiny teddy to take with him saying 'I miss you', so he bought me a gift too. He left it on the bar for me. I opened it after serving a customer, but Ben was gone. It was a white gold diamond necklace. It was stunning.
The next day I booked my tattoo, and after knowing him for just 2 weeks, I had his name tattooed onto my hip. I don't regret it...
I didn't know how I would ever cope, I'd have to say good bye...
I met up with him one night after college, I thought if I scared him enough he'd freak out due to lack of maturity, and we'd go our separate ways, in a really civil way. Me guilt free...
It didn't quite happen like that to be honest, my elaborate story worked, I told him that I wanted a baby, now and I was just going to have one. Alone. This was just to confuse and scare the poor guy, but it worked, and it kinda played out that way... careful what you wish for eh...?
Nothing had yet happened with Ben, so I was desperate to see him so that I could cuddle him. Like it was our victory. Like I had been waiting to do so my entire life.
In college I had told Sarah Rodger's that I was in love. She found this hilarious and no one really believed me, I'm not sure why, maybe it was the 6 month relationship I'd just had with the guy that I barely noticed and constantly complained about not being in love with...
I spent a lot of quality time with Ben before I got chance to break up with the unloved ex face to face. We spent hours talking about everything.
Ben invited me to his pub, it was a biker pub, consisting of locals, lots of them, that all know everything about each other. Like the pubs you see in soaps...only a really twisted late night version? a dirty grotty smell version...
I walked in, with Kath Yates. It was like having two heads. Ben had already told everyone about me, but I didn't know that. It was very scary. We sat at the bar. I'd been so ill with my lactose intolerance for a few weeks, so I told him I didn't want to go out anywhere for food because I have been throwing up a lot and can't have much. I was pretty much living off crisps. I didn't bring them up and I was so hungry by this point! He told me he had got me something. I was offended because of the sexism... but then he just handed me an Asda bag, when it wasn't flowers, I realised that I had sexist views... I blame society... Anyway, I opened the bag and in it was every packet of crisps that he could find. There were all sorts in there. He said I know you are allergic to flowers, but I will find you some one day that won't make you sneeze. Oh and I got extra packets of your favorite...
He told me that he was home for just two weeks, then he would be going back working away, saving enough money to join his best friend Ben Wilkinson a.k.a Junior in Thai Land again, ready for a trip around the world... He told me that he had just 14 days to make me fall in love with him. But I already had...
We had some wonderful times together, always sober. Then one night he joined our quiz night. Vikki Prigmore was there and Rick, who later got the name Dip stick Rick. Ben gave him that name. Ben drank that night, and I drank too. Ben drank a lot. I was really shocked at how much he drank. I assumed it was because of the night out, but I was later to find out that this was going to be an ongoing issue.
That night ended in tears. I saw a darker side to Ben. One that was desperately unhappy and frantically unsettled. But once again he found a way to melt my heart.
We had a few big arguments before he left, always filled with drama and comedy. Always equally balanced. Yin and Yang.
I bought him a tiny teddy to take with him saying 'I miss you', so he bought me a gift too. He left it on the bar for me. I opened it after serving a customer, but Ben was gone. It was a white gold diamond necklace. It was stunning.
The next day I booked my tattoo, and after knowing him for just 2 weeks, I had his name tattooed onto my hip. I don't regret it...
I didn't know how I would ever cope, I'd have to say good bye...
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