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Are you in the book?
Great ice breaker for last Thursdday's blogmeet. Anyway, the pictures are up on flickr although because I am rubbish at remembering them some are missing a title. Feel free to let me know if you can fill in the blanks (this is one of the reasons why I love it when people hand out moo cards ). I was in the group answering no to the "are you in the book?" question. And Imainly chuckled when I was told... maybe nest year. Well I'd have to learn to spell and write and have a thematic blog and maybe not write about fluff, or at least do it in a less fluffy and more interesting manner and maybe go back to the archive and correct the typos and find a way to put the photos back where they should be. I expect I'd probably have to start taking the whole blogging thing more seriously, maybe host it on my own domain (like the one Him Indoors got for me a while back on which I just slapped a redirect aheum), maybe used wordpress or moveable type so that blockquotes render the way I ask it to and so that my CSS isn't inline anymore. Then I could start being a proper blogger and obsess over stats and start writing for a readership rather than to keep a record of what is going on with my life in a way which works for me. That and I wouldn't have the first clue what to write about of course. Now if I could get round to ordering this t-shirt for the next time I decide I could do with grown up conversation and being a bit sociable and meeting people who will make allowances for my social inadequacy .
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23.12.06 15:27 |
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Let the panic begin.
I have 3 hours to:
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23.12.06 15:55 |
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Tis the season to be ranty
A bit of advice to the couple on the ferry last night. When you have a baby who doesn't sleep through the night, especially if they are a bit under the weather and grouchy and unused to sleeping in strange places then it is a good idea to book a cabin on the overnight crossing. I understand that there may not have been any cabins left when you booked the ticket but when the tanoy announced a no show really you should jump on the opportunity and spare the other passengers the wailing cries of your child. I didn't appreciate being woken up in the middle of the night by my own baby so I certqinly wouldn't have inflicted it on people in no way related to him if I had had the option not to, it's called consideration. If you value your sleep less than the cost of a cabin, the reclining seats area of an overnight ferry crossing is not the time and place to have a go at using the controlled crying technique. When your child starts crying *do* pick them up immediately and tend to their needs so it stops quickly not 10 minutes later at best. Once you realise that only a little walk around the ferry will calm your child down, please do not get undressed again before slipping back into your sleeping bag, the delay in redressing yourself through means of amazing in bag contortions once your child starts crying again as they undoubtly will within the next hour will means the other passengers will get even more grumpy and feel like cheering when suggestions are made to "drown the smurf" (not by me though I have to say I was tempted). It is also not the time or place to have an animated discussion about who of the two of you should be pacifying the child as they wake up crying again at 3am and 3:45am and 4:30am. One of you just please pick up the child and deal with him, we don't care whose turn it is, just do it. That is all, rant over. As you can probaly tell lack of sleep renders me full of the joys of spring.
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24.12.06 09:35 |
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Time for boys to burn their boxer shorts?
The Boy is calling out repeatedly the name he has chosen for his electronic pet in his games console. My brother asks him what game he is playing. Nintendogs is the answer. My brother then takes on his best teasing voice and tells him it's a girl's game. The Boy then replies that no it's not, it's the labrador one, not the chihuahua one, it's for boys too. A little while later, the black labrador puppy is refusing to approach when its name is called out (which if memory of my mum and dad's labrador when it was a puppy is correct is pretty much what labrador puppies do ie ignore anything that doesn't involve food, petting or walking). The boy sighs and says, "you know what mummy, they should do a rotweiller one, then nobody would tell boys it's a game or girls". |
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25.12.06 20:16 |
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Status update
My sister has given me a couple of bedside cabinet for when I move = good The move has been postponed due to squatter trouble = not so good Christmas went fine and Father Christmas was rather kind and The Boy thought so too = very good I have acquired a Hello Kitty non slip dashboard mat = no comment I forgot to make the christmas cake and the fruit is still soaking in southern comfort = something to do one of these evenings, who said fruit cake is just for christmas anyway? For the first time in ages I have a party to go to on NYE *and* The Boy's father is babysitting *and* drinking too much or getting home won't be an issue yet staying in is also a very appealing option = nice to have the choice My favourite Canuck is coming home tomorrow = most excellent Looking at the clock every 10 minutes doesn't make aeroplanes fly any faster = most annoying |
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30.12.06 22:58 |
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Happy end of 2006
Here, have a sunny drink to celebrate the end of a rather mixed year. I give you my dad's version of 'ti punch.
A glug of cane sugar syrup, a smaller glug of vanilla flavour cane sugar syrup (the sort that has a vanilla pod in the bottle), white rhum to suit the alcohol tolerance of the drinker and freshly squeezed orange juice to taste. Stir. Enjoy. It has to be freshly squeezed by hand, otherwise it's not the same you see, that's the "I made the effort just for you" ingredient, the bit that transform it from just any other drink to something really quite special. Well I think it is anyway. Tchin, tchin. Hope you get to give 2006 a good send off. See you on the the other side. |
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31.12.06 08:04 |
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