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8 Things


2010
08.27

OK, I’ve been away again…still haven’t got the photo thing sorted & spare seconds for myself have been few & far between. I’m crap. Deal with it :D

Alternative explanation: after Twink recovered from chicken pox, Hubby came down with something random that looked like it might be his appendix, so off he was sent to hospital (& I HATE hospitals), where he stayed for 3 days before being told it was probably a viral infection & was sent home. They said he would take 2 or 3 weeks to recover fully…so almost a month since it started. He lost a couple of stone in a week. My darling man was not well. I am not made for nursing people (not enough patience…not nearly enough patience!), but that’s what I’ve been doing forever. Well, anyway, we’re all home, we’re all feeling relatively human and I thought I’d ease myself back in with a meme I was tagged in ages ago by the fantabulous Skip over at Skippedydoodah. I knew what I was going to write the day after I was tagged…but pesky life got in the way…sigh…I’m over it…really…karmically we’re due a really big break, any minute now *taps foot impatiently*.

Here we go:

1) When were you most relaxed – and I mean so chilled you couldn’t move?

My honeymoon. I can shut my eyes and I’m back there – in the spa listening to the chilled music with a background of running water, hydrotherapy pools bubbling and the ocean lapping at the beach. The entire island (in the Maldives) smelled of the scent they used in the spa as they had little oil burners scattered around. I don’t think I was so chilled I couldn’t move in the spa though…perhaps in the bar, drinking cosmopolitans & (shh!) smoking a strawberry flavoured shisha while (wait for it…my honeymoon was nothing if not fast-paced) playing Uno with my new husband! The bar was built on the beach. Or maybe the beach had invaded the bar…at any rate, my bare feet were able to wriggle in the sand while we chilled in the warm, reddish light & they brought us cocktail after cocktail. The dry martini Hubby ordered was particularly memorable…the only liquid I have ever drunk that left my mouth dryer than it started. Weird! He stuck to cosmos with me after that. When the bar shut, the shisha was finished, and we’d had 5 or 6 cosmopolitans…we wandered the island. It was our first night and we hadn’t adjusted to the timezone. At about 3 am we ended up in the hammock next to the pool, watching the bats wheeling about in the treetops, putting the world to rights. Not sure where everyone else on the island was, but we might as well have been alone.

2) Who in your life has changed you the most? (for good or bad)

This could easily descend into an unadulterated love in…so I’ll be brief. My husband. Without him I would never have even begun writing my novel, I would be living some ridiculously shallow, alcohol-fuelled life & I would be miserable.

Actually, in a more basic way, an ex changed my life: if I hadn’t had a boyfriend when I went to uni, I couldn’t have split up from him just before my final year, I wouldn’t have spent my final year getting drunk and er….moving on…;-) so I wouldn’t have failed my degree (well, I got a third…pretty useless), so I’d never have started temping, and I’d never have worked at a Ford dealership & got a taste for the motor trade, so I would never have sent my CV to the new local Merc dealership, never have got a job there & never met Hubby who then changed my life :D Follow that? No? Stick to the first answer then!

3) What gets you up on your soap box – finger waving, rhetoric spouting, red-faced, passionately standing up for what you believe in?

Oh, practically everything! I love a good rant! Lately lots of parenting issues get me fired up…anti-breastfeeding comments, formula adverts with stupid white print at the bottom you can barely see, etc etc. My latest finger waving rant (& I really did wave my finger!) was about mums being so unsupportive to each other and basically making each other feel guilty for absolutely everything. But I don’t restrict myself to parenting issues…I’ll join in a good debate about practically anything…nobody would ever say I’m short of an opinion!

4) Which book/s have you read the most number of times (and are likely to read 100 times more)?

There are a few. When I was little I read The BFG (Roald Dahl) & The Magic Faraway Tree (Enid Blyton) more times than you would think humanly possible…and then I read them a few more times. As a teenager 1984 (George Orwell) was a favourite, but before I left school I discovered Ian M Rankin and ‘The Player of Games’. I love his science fiction books, especially ones about the Culture, & this one is my favourite. That’s not it though, I have also read all Asimov’s sf books more times than is healthy, and Arthur C Clarke’s The City & The Stars is wearing a bit thin too. The Sword of Truth series by Terry Goodkind has also been read repeatedly. I don’t think I could pin down one book that I’ve read most…just lots of books that I’ve read lots of times. Here’s a few more: Sybil by Flora Rheta Schreiber, Wild Swans by Jung Chang (everyone should read that book…I’ve sadly lost my copy or I’d be reading it again!), The Northern Lights Trilogy by Philip Pullman. I’ll stop now…I read a lot, and I have a useful gift of forgetting the end of a book once I’ve finished it…so I can read it again!

5) Where is ‘Home’? The house you grew up in, the house you’re in now, or the house in your dreams?

Home is wherever I am. Currently that is the house I grew up in, which is also the house I am in now…& the house my children were born in. When I go on holiday home is the place I go back to in the evening. I’m not fussy. But I’ve lived in this house since I was a week old. When I went to university I lived in halls, so this house was still my real home. Hubby & I bought a house together where we lived for 2 years, but Mum died before we moved in & left me her house so we always knew we would be moving back here. I don’t know how I’ll feel when we buy the house of our dreams (it will happen!) and move out of here…not sure I’ll ever feel comfortable selling it.

6) What attribute of yours would you most like to pass on to your children?

Probably the one that got me into trouble most…my sense of right and wrong. Even as a young child, if someone was behaving unjustly, I was never afraid to tell them so…even if they were a teacher and as such ‘ought’ to be respected. Respect has to be earned in my opinion…or at least deserved. I got in so much trouble when I pointed out that my games teacher in Prep school had blatant favourites. Thankfully my parents agreed with me – perhaps a 10 year old shouldn’t have told a teacher off like that, but I had a point! And as for the teacher in secondary school who thought the best way to teach was to scare most pupils, and humiliate a few in order to get a laugh from her favourites…well, no, I did not agree!

7) How do you organise your life? Are you a list-maker, a scheduler or a “we’ll see when we get there” kinda person?

I’m a compulsive list-maker who ends up just ‘seeing when we get there’. I have lists everywhere but rarely get to tick everything off (usually because I lose the list). I am always late for practically everything, and almost always forget to take something I need…last time I went somewhere I forgot to take the birthday present…the birthday in question was in May & this was on Wednesday…I’m that crap!

8 ) And finally, because this one’s been bugging me for a while now: How much wood would a woodchuck chuck, if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

Let’s work through this:

Assumption – woodchucks CAN chuck wood.

x = quantity of wood a woodchuck can chuck (this is the number we want to calculate)

We need more information to solve this. We need:

t = the amount of time the woodchuck will spend chucking wood (in minutes)

s = the rate of chuck (number of bits of wood chucked per minute)

Then x =st

This assumes there is an unlimited supply of wood and the woodchuck can chuck wood at a constant rate without taking any tea breaks or breaking a nail.

Sorry…channeling my inner mathematician ;-)

10 Things That Make Me Feel Happy – A Meme


2010
06.03

I’ve been procrastinating about this post for a while (yeah, I know, I do that a lot!). When I started this blog I was in a pretty good place, loving life with two small children and excited about the future, and when Mellow Mummy tagged me in this meme I thought it’d be fun. Unfortunately I put it off too long, and I’ve really struggled the last couple of weeks. Nothing particular, just on a down swing of one of my usual ups and downs. I’m not going to say anything as cliched as ‘I’ve always battled with depression’ as I don’t believe I have ever battled with it. I’ve just always accepted that it’s part of me. Usually I’ve dealt with a down swing by leaving something (a man, a job…occasionally the country!). Well, I’m not about to leave Hubby, I don’t have a real job (technically I’m self employed, but in a very definite work avoidance stage!), and leaving the country spontaneously isn’t practical with two little ones and a husband who never stops working. So I’m a bit stuck and have spent a fair few days having meltdowns lately.

Not the most obvious time to sit down and blog about happy things…

But I do love a challenge, so I’m going to give it a go! I may adjust some of them from things that make me happy to times I have been happy…but we’ll see how it goes. It’s my first meme, so I’ll just do my best.

Are you ready? You probably need cheering up after that first paragraph, eh?!

  1. I’ll start with the obvious – Twink and Squishy. My little boy is such a caring, loving, happy little boy, that I can’t be sad around him for long. Squishy might be small, but she is such a talkative, giggly little girl. Already she loves nothing more than having a long chat with her mum.
  2. My Husband. I am so unbelievably lucky to have someone who can put up with all my madness, and on top of that, I am extremely proud of everything he’s achieved. Less than three years ago he was working 9 to 5 for a bank. Now he runs his own company in a completely unrelated field which he has taught himself. He’s brilliant. And he makes me tea and flapjacks, even when I’ve been miserable all day.
  3. Driving in my car (a little too fast) with the radio turned high. Not something I can do that often with the children, but on sunny days like today, I do turn the radio on a little louder than usual and put my foot down a bit ;-) Today Twink & I were bopping along to Garbage and racing a Bentley…never fails to make me smile!
  4. An old one now – the last car that was mine all mine (we currently share) was a Toyota MR2 Roadster. As I opened the garage each morning and saw it sitting there I had such a big grin on my face, even after three years! That car was one of the first things Hubby & I did together – we’d been seeing each other for 3 weeks when we got a bit bored and I confessed my love of roadsters. We were working in the motor trade & Hubby was in sales, so he found me one! Silver with red leather. At the slightest hint of sunshine, no matter how cold, I would throw the roof down. Somehow I still managed to drive it at 38 weeks pregnant with Twink (getting in was accomplished by falling in backwards) which is when I admitted defeat and sold it. I miss it every time the sun shines.
  5. Going out without the children. Or doing anything without them actually! That sounds awful I know, but I do have a fantastic babysitter (their second mum), and what I really mean is that feeling of doing something a bit naughty. Like when you were a teenager and your parents went out leaving you with the house to yourself. Sure, maybe all you did was stay up late watching scary films and listening to all the music they didn’t approve of, but you were getting away with something. Hubby & I now get that feeling when we do anything without the children. We miss them…we talk about them…but that sneaking around behind their backs feeling is kinda good!
  6. Making things. There is something really satisfying about finishing something crafty. You really feel like you’ve achieved something when you’ve made something practical like a pair of trousers for Twink or a mei tai for carrying Squishy…need to get something finished soon…might help cheer me up!
  7. The smell of chamomile tea. We drank tonnes of the stuff when we were on our honeymoon in the Maldives. It was an absolutely amazing, fantastic holiday, with lots of time spent in the spa, eating fantastic food, lying on the beach, drinking cosmopolitans…and the smell of chamomile tea brings it all back (as does the smell of cosmopolitans, but that makes me sound like an alcoholic!).
  8. My wedding photos. My wedding day was amazing. I had the dress of my dreams, the sparkliest Jimmy Choos hidden underneath it, and all I did from the moment the ceremony was over was smile and kiss my new husband. Looking at the photos reminds me of all those little moments that made the whole day so memorable.
  9. Nice wine. Even better if it’s accompanied by some fantastic michelin starred food!
  10. Going to the spa with my best friend. Lots of chats in the sauna and hydrotherapy pool, a facial or a massage, a nice meal, and a glass of wine. What’s not to love?

Right, now for the bit that I’m really not sure about…tagging other people. Not sure of the protocol here, so please forgive me if I screw up. First off I’ll tag Skip at Skippedydoodah as she’s lovely and if I’ve done this the wrong way, she probably won’t aim any missiles at my head. Secondly I’ll tag The Heartful Blogger just because she recently drew a beautiful lotus and I wish I could draw anything more complicated than a stick man.


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