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I’ll be your best (Facebook) friend forever!

Friday, April 16th, 2010

Have you ever been ‘un-friended’ on facebook? I don’t mean by someone you’ve never met before, but by someone you know and you thought was your friend?

If you have, how did you feel? A little strange maybe..or confused?

I was ‘removed’ from a friend list. Not by a great friend or anything, but by someone my OH knew from way back and then had met up with again.

This guy came and ate dinner with us, stayed over-night and then came to OH’s 40th. He ate our food, drank our wine and flirted with all of my single friends! Next day he’d made us all his friends on facebook!

Great stuff! We exchanged messages, had some banter and looked at each other’s photos. As the months went on a few of my friends told me they had been culled from his list on Facebook. Oh! I checked and I was still there! Maybe it’s because he felt he didn’t know them very well…..but it was only a matter of time before both me and OH disappeared too! And then you start to get a bit paranoid.

Since that time I have begun to notice how when my friends change their status from ‘In a relationship’ to ‘Single’ it becomes big news. One friends husband hacked into her profile and changed her status!! The comments she got were unbelievable! People were ‘devastated’ and were going around with bottles of wine to console her…but it was all a big joke!

A few weeks ago, one of my best friends split up from her boyfriend. “I couldn’t believe it”, she said, “I broke up with him and by the time I got home he’d already changed his status to single”.

I think that upset her more than the relationship ending.

So you know what I did? I took him off my Facebook friends list! That’ll show him!

But here’s the most disturbing thing yet. OH was updating his Facebook yesterday evening when he exlaimed, “Oh my God!”. He does that alot, so I did what I do alot. I ignored him!

“I can’t believe it!” He continued. “One of my old work colleagues has died…it’s here…on Facebook.”

And there it was, the death had been announced on Facebook. OK….that’s not so weird, after all that’s a good way of letting people know.

Here was the strange thing. Even though he had sadly passed away, people were still leaving messages for him. Stuff like “It was a great send off mate, you would have loved it” and “Sorry I couldn’t make it to the funeral”, and finally “Lovin’ the profile pic!!! Love all the pics with you in!!!!”

I know that people want to pay their last respects, but I just find it a little weird. Another friend of my OH’s was killed in a helicopter crash last year, and we’ve heard that her family closed her Facebook page because they couldn’t cope with the messages that were still being left for her.

Is it a good thing though? A way to keep someone’s memory alive maybe? I’m not so sure, what do you think?

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Mountains to climb.

Wednesday, April 7th, 2010

This morning when my OH woke up I knew something was wrong. He’s usually such a happy chap but this morning he seemed…well…flat!

“Are you OK?” I asked

“Not really”, he said. “I’m feeling a little flat.”

So I decided it was best to leave him alone and that he’d tell me what was wrong in his own good time.

About half an hour later he found me and told me the problem.

Part of his work requires him to make a minimum of 25 cold calls a day. A cold call meaning he has to pick up the ‘phone, talk to a complete stranger and invite them to one of his seminars. It’s a toughie and I certainly couldn’t do it.

“I feel like I have a huge mountain to climb each day”, he sighed “And it’s hard.”

“A bit like my ironing pile?” I suggested not very helpfully, but at least it got a smile out of him.

We carried on chatting and talked about what completing the calls would actually mean in terms of business and that all mountains are tough to climb but getting to the top is a joy!

We came up with an idea that he should put a favourite photograph in his office of something he enjoyed doing. He now has a photograph of the time he went sky diving and hopefully that will provide the focus he needs to make the dreaded calls.

I then got thinking about what my favourite photo would be, so I went through my virtual photo album and came up with this:

This is a photo of us outside the Rockerfeller Centre during a long weekend spent in New York a few years ago.

That’s what would get me to the top of my mountain and I’d love to know what would get you to the top of yours?

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Favourite photo meme

Tuesday, January 12th, 2010

I’ve just been reading Claire Lancaster’s blog over at Dandelion Lounge and apparently that means I’m now tagged with a meme!!

The theme is favourite photo and as OH and I were sifting through photo’s last night, I thought I’d join in with one of my favourites although we have way too many to choose from!

I really liked Claire’s photo because it had such a great story behind it.

My favourite photo was taken in a tiny pub in deepest darkest Wales on New Years Day 2009. We’re all looking a bit cold (my red nose!) and had just spent a fantastic evening with my cousin and her husband. The pub we were in was literally someone’s front room! The bar looked like a dining table and they had a few dusty bottles on a shelf behind them. It was hilarious! There was an old portable TV in one corner and kids toys in the other. It felt like we’d been invited over to the house of a great aunt! So here’s my photo and what a bedraggled bunch we are!!

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Halloween will always have a place in my heart!

Tuesday, October 13th, 2009

1805678264_000912327bI know that probably sounds like a pretty weird thing to write but Halloween has a special meaning for me as 8 years ago on 31st October I gave birth to my middle son.

He had been due on 26th October and as my eldest had been early, I assumed that he would be the same. As the days went on I clearly remember making really stupid jokes about him being a Halloween baby as well as saying on at least more than one occasion that I would be absolutely horrified if I gave birth on Halloween. Well, you know what they say….’What you think about is what you get!’

I went into labour at around 3pm on 30th October confident that I would have a new baby way before the stroke of midnight.

I couldn’t have been more wrong! I was sent back home and that’s where I stayed until 3am the next morning at which point there was no going back. I was having a Halloween baby whether I liked it or not.

Back to hospital I went and 3 hours later  I found myself lying on a labour ward bed. As I tried my hardest to pull the midwife’s arm out of her socket, I looked out of the window to see a huge full moon.

Oh no!! As if having a Halloween baby wasn’t bad enough, there was a great big full moon…was he about to emerge howling!

A couple of pushes later and my little boy was born. It was a huge relief to see that he wasn’t a werewolf!

Every birthday since middle son has had a Halloween party and this year will be no different. Half a dozen 8 year olds will be descending on us this year dressed as skeletons, zombies or Dracula. I’ll drag out the decorations, fill up a huge bowl with sweets and three exhausting hours later the little monsters will leave happy if not a little hyper active!!

I love halloween!!

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Organising a dinner party…it’s MURDER!!!

Tuesday, September 22nd, 2009

Way back at Christmas last year, my cousin bought me a Murder Mystery game. resizejpgmm.aspx

On Saturday evening I finally got around to organising it. I invited my cousin and her husband, my brother and his girlfriend and of course there was myself and OH.

I’d sent the invitations out the week before so everyone knew who their character was and what they were supposed to be wearing.

I bought my costume from the British Heart Foundation and after a good wash (it was a bit smelly!!!) it ended up looking OK.

I then had to sort out the food and obviously being the frugal person I am, wanted to do it on a budget.

Sorry Sainsbury’s but I decided to visit my old favourite Aldi. Aldi is brilliant for party goodies like salami, cheeses and nibbles. At OH’s 40th last year I made huge platters of cold meats, cheeses and olives and they looked very expensive. The guests couldn’t believe I’d done it all from Aldi. So, I decided to take a leaf out of my own book…

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We  started with an anti pasti of bruschetta topped with cream cheese and smoked salmon, Italian breadsticks, salami and German sausage, olives stuffed with cream cheese and I threw in some nuts and crisps for good measure.

The whole lot was washed down with a nice sparkly Pinot Grigio. This is where it started to go wrong for me. The sparkle went straight to my head and I started feeling very tipsy! Ooooohhhh!!

On with the game. We all introduced ourselves as our characters and sat down at the table.

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The theme was Paris in 1900 so I’d tried to dress the table accordingly. My cousin lent me a candleabra which had belonged to her grandma, and I added some purple candles.

For the main course I made an old favourite of ours from Jamie Oliver… salmon roasted with cherry tomatoes and green beans served with new potatoes. Really easy and very tasty!

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Mmmm!! Lovely main course which went very well with a cold Sauvignon Blanc…starting to feel a bit giggly!

Earlier in the day I’d made another fave from Linda McCartney… chocolate mousse. This is a great recipe that easily makes enough for six and worked out fairly cheap, it also went well with a cheeky little rose wine. No idea what it was called…hic!

The guests had been quizzed, we all played our parts and now it was time to reveal the murderer……over cheese, biscuits and some red wine….hurray!! The murderer was…well, that would be telling and anyway I wouldn’t want to spoil it if you end up playing it.

Everybody had had such a great time we didn’t want it to end…out came the Prosecco…. I vaguely remember the rest of the evening, there was a lot of costume swapping, loud music playing and laughter!

My final memory was OH making me go to bed at….what!!! 3:30am!!! Oh no!!

The next morning I woke at 11:30am….. fine if you’re a teenager, not so fine if you’re a responsible mum of three kids. At 11:45 they all ran into my bedroom looking like feral, gypsy children. Youngest was only wearing pyjama bottoms and his nappy was dragging on the floor….OH was supposed to be looking after them. Ah well, now and then doesn’t hurt. All in all we’d had a great night and can’t wait to do it again!

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Butlins here we (don’t) come!

Thursday, September 17th, 2009

Been reading with interest the reviews of Butlins new Ocean Spa Hotel, I thought to myself, ‘I fancy a bit of that’. ButlinsLogo

OH gets to go to the States a couple of times a year and in the first week in November he’s off to Baltimore for a week. Ok so it’s 5 days but in my book that’s a week.  So, I thought I’d take the kids away for that weekend.

This brought back lovely memories of a trip to Wales when middle son was 2 years old and youngest hadn’t even been thought of!

It was a short, September break and I had romantic visions of wandering down to the beach with my two lovely children, sitting on the sand reading the Sunday papers and drinking coffee while they happily played before settling down to a picnic lunch.

I was rudely reminded by my eldest that what actually happened was that as we got down to the beach, the middle son, who had never seen the sea before, promptly ran head first into the waves. This meant I had to run in after him, destroying my lovely new shoes before pulling his bedraggled body out of the sea. For some stupid reason I had no change of clothes, so he ended up wearing a nappy and eldest son’s waterproof. (Who was 8 years old at the time!)

I finally sat down to read my paper, but the wind was so strong it whipped it out of my hands. As I returned from chasing it along the beach I saw that middle son had made a fantastic job of filling the picnic bag with…… sand!!! Argh!!!

I ended up dragging them all back to the caravan, losing middle sons soaking wet, and brand new I might add, clothes along the way.

‘There’s no way I’m going away just with you Mum. You get so stressed!’

‘But this time it will be different!’ I said ‘We’ll go to Butlins, there’s tons to do there!’

I typed the dates I wanted into their website. Fully Booked…no way!!

I then remembered that a friend of mine had recently bought a brand new Caravan which was located just behind the Butlins site at Minehead.

I checked his website http://www.butlinscaravan.co.uk/ nothing for the first week in November, yet the rest of November was clear?! Hmmmm….then I found out why! Bloomin’ WWE Wrestling is there that weekend!!! No way!!! The one weekend that I wanted to go!! :-( Not happy.

So….we nearly made it to Butlins and the great news is that if you book through http://www.butlinscaravan.co.uk/ and mention my name, he’ll give you 10% off and it’s flippin’ good value anyway!

Happy Days!!! :-)

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In the words of Ronan Keating

Friday, September 11th, 2009

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‘Life is a rollercoaster, just gotta ride it!’

On Thursdays, my youngest spends the day at nursery which he just loves. For me, it means that I get to have a day for admin, writing and catching up on blogs.

Firstly, I came across this blog post ‘Thank you Liz Jones’ at ‘www.exmoorjane.blogspot.com. It caught my eye as it was about Liz Jones who is not my most favourite journalist in the whole world and I do love to read what crass and inappropriate thing she’s said now.  

As I read through the post, I was sad to see that Jane had lost her Mum in December.  My own Mum died last August, after three years of battling, what we now know was a rare form of Cancer, despite being told differently at the time…..though I guess that’s for another blog!

After reading Jane’s blog and spending some time pondering my own Mothers passing, I read some tweets from Tums2Mums. Sadly she was at her mum in laws funeral. Poor thing. Understandably this bought back thoughts and feelings about Mum’s funeral.

Tums2Mums tweets led me onto Helen from Icklebabe’s blog post, ‘People we lost..’ Please do read it if you get the chance as it’s all about her Father’s sudden passing from a heart attack and how she is creating a grandad book for her youngest child whom he never met. It’s a wonderful post, but it set off the waterworks big time.

My OH was also working from home yesterday, so rather than sit and blub in front of him I took myself off to the downstairs loo and had a good old blart.  My face doesn’t cope with crying and I emerged ten minutes later looking a whole lot worse than when I went in.

I went back to the kitchen, hoping he wouldn’t notice and was relieved to see he was on the phone. It took me a while to realise that he was talking to the CSA. Oh boy!!! I LOVE the CSA…not!!! I’m in the unfortunate position of having to deal with the CSA from both sides of the fence. One side getting money through them for middle son and the other side paying out money through them for OH’s daughter. I’ve often thought that my ex should just pay his maintenance to OH’s ex and cut out the middle man!!

‘What did they want?’ I asked.

Now I know that OH HATES that question when he’s been on the phone to someone. He knows that I’ll want a detailed, step by step, blow by blow account of the whole conversation and he just can’t do it! It must strike fear into his very soul when I ask that. It’s now got to a point that if one of his family calls to make any sort of arrangements  he passes the phone to me as he saves him the hassle of having to explain anything to me.

The truth is I knew what they wanted. It was all to do with OH changing jobs and having to pay more maintenance. Not a problem, however it takes the CSA months to catch up with themselves and they then decide that you owe about three thousand pounds in back-dated payments which you can’t spread out over the year..oh no that would be too easy…they want it back NOW!!!!!

They were telling OH that as we hadn’t contacted them to say we couldn’t afford the arrears in one go (we had ) that they would have to take a lump sum from his salary. (What!!!)

‘So what did you say?’ I asked

OH MY GOD!!!!  That’s the second worse question in the whole world. He knows that no matter what he says it won’t be right and that he will have forgotten to say something really important, which he did because he didn’t tell them that we had contacted them about the arrears.

Whooossh!!! I’m off!! Digging through the paperwork, trying my hardest not to have a panic attack, telling him to call them back and explain, rattling on about how they ‘Can’t take it from your salary…what about our mortgage!!!’ He sat there at the kitchen table, not saying a word, just looking at me like I was mental.

I then started to cry. Very big, snotty, sobbing tears. The more I tried to stop, the worse it got,

‘What’s wrong, why are you so upset?’ He asked in his best empathetic voice.

‘Do you know what I would have done at times like these? ‘ I said through the tears ‘I would have called my MUM and we would have had a bloody good moan about it!’

OH doesn’t do moaning, he does solutions, which I didn’t want, so I decided that the best course of action was to take myself upstairs for a good old cry.

About 10 minutes later I heard him creeping up the stairs, he gingerly opened the door and lay next to me on the bed.

‘You OK?’ He asked.

‘Better’ I replied…bless him, he’s doing his best to be gentle and sweet and kind and understanding. I turned to talk to him about it and….he was asleep!!!

Later that evening after OH had made us all tea of baked beans and cheese on toast, my eldest found me and asked if I’d like to watch a film that he’d rented from the school library. ‘The Curious Case of Benjamin Button’. Great, I’d not seen it.

We settled down to watch it and guess what? Cate Blanchett spends most of the film playing a woman in hospital dying from Cancer! I suddenly remembered my cousin seeing the film last year. ‘It’s a great film, you’d love it, though it will remind you of your Mum.’

Pass me the tissues!!

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To go out or not to go out…that is the question!

Monday, August 24th, 2009

I love going out with my girlfriends and sometimes if the wind is blowing in the right direction, I also go out with my other half.

The problem I have is organising babysitters. I just hate having to ask people to babysit, I automatically think that I’m putting people out, that they would rather be doing anything than looking after my kids.

A typical babysitter.

A typical babysitter

Unless someone offers to babysit, I tend to avoid situations where we go out together.

My other half is going out with a friend for a meal this coming Wednesday. It just so happens that my two oldest kids are having sleep overs that night, so it will just be me and baby. Baby will be in bed for 7pm so I can have a whole evening to myself. I’d planned a long bath, chocolate, a DVD and anything else that I wouldn’t normally do with a house full of demanding males.

When O.H came home from work tonight, he told me he’d had an email from his friend saying that his wife was really keen to go out for Tapas too and that he’d booked a table for four, asking if I would like to come.

‘Oh God!’ I said in return. ‘That means getting a babysitter at less than two days notice. Well you’ll just have to arrange it!’ Knowing full well that he wouldn’t.

I can’t believe myself, I love going out, I love Tapas, I don’t really know O.H’s friends so this would be a great way to get to know them yet I can’t bear the thought of having to ring around asking a ‘favour’ and on a Wednesday for goodness sake. Who goes out on a Wednesday!!

After about half an hour of O.H saying nothing about him arranging a sitter I decide to broach the subject in as subtle way as I can manage whilst doing the washing up. ‘You’re not going to organise a baby sitter are you? Lets just face facts!’ Fully expecting him to say…’Yes, you’re right, I probably won’t', he instead threw a curve ball and said, ‘Well actually I’ve been thinking….’ Oh no, not thinking!! I don’t like thinking!! ‘They’ve got kids, they obviously have a baby sitter so lets take him over there, put him to bed and their sitter can look after him too!’ At this point I nearly hyper-ventilated.

I know I’ve got to get over this problem. I rarely ask for babysitters so I’m sure that people don’t mind and they’re not just any ‘people’ they are usually my family and love my kids, well they’ve never said anything to the contrary.

I guess I’ve got a couple of days to work something out and who knows, a Wednesday night out might do me some good.

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Cornish Hols!

Thursday, July 16th, 2009

Just got back from a wonderful break in Cornwall. The weather was fabulous, the beaches were clean and uncrowded and our accomodation was comfortable.

My dad had taken the two eldest to Center Parcs, so it was just us two and youngest, who had a whale of a time digging in the sand and falling into rockpools.

We've got to go down WHERE!!!

We've got to go down WHERE!!!

We had ‘ordered’ the trip to Padstow whilst working through the prosperity game. We had also ‘ordered’ a meal at Fifteen and Rick Stein’s sea food restaurant. Unfortunately we had to make do with gazing at the menus looking like we were going in to book, but then changing our minds!!

In fact we did go into Rick Stein’s place and booked ourself a table for dinner knowing that they don’t allow young children. The receptionist booked us in and then noticed our grinning toddler sitting in his very battered bright yellow pushchair. ‘I’m sorry we don’t take children under the age of three’. ‘Oh No!!’ exclaimed the OH, ‘Well you’ll just have to cancel our booking’ and trounced out in disgust. We then stood in the nearby chippy giggling.

O.H Outside Fifteen. They don't do just coffee!

O.H Outside Fifteen. They don't do just coffee!

On our way back from Padstow, we decided to ditch the Sat Nav and navigate the old fashioned way with a map! Somehow we managed to drive past a place called St Kitts Herbery. As I have a passing interest in herbs we decided to pull in. Outside were gorgeous smelling herbs and a very friendly cat which youngest waved at so vigorously he fell over!

Inside was a wonderful shop full of lotions, bubble baths, creams and chocolate!! All hand made using natural ingredients.

I had a field day picking out some face cream, cleanser and of course…chocolate!!

We had a long chat with the owner Paul and he told us how it was a family run business and when they first started and despite huge debts they persevered with the business and have now found success online and even supply Jamie Oliver’s restaurants.

It was a great story and sounded very ‘Law of attraction’. I’ve been using their products for a week now and I’m very impressed. I might even stopped buying my Neals Yard products and switch to St Kitts.

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I love free festivals

Monday, July 6th, 2009

This weekend was the annual ‘Free’ Godiva Festival in Coventry.

We had a brilliant time!! Friday night was 80’s night with The Blow Monkeys, Go West and Womack and Womack. Which isn’t my cup of tea, but still it’s free!!

Saturday night we went to see Toploader and the headliners were Idlewild. Oh did I say it was FREE!!!

We had a fab time, the weather was warm and the kids actually behaved.

Youngest enjoying Toploader!!

Youngest enjoying Toploader!!

Quick blog as today we’re off to Rick Steinshire…er I mean Padstow for a break with the youngest whilst the two elder boys go and torture their Grandad for a week!!

Hurray!!!

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