Marie Friday, 18 October 2013
- There is a fly in my office. It is making me nuts and refuses to leave despite the fact that I have all the windows open to allow it to make a bid for freedom. It's cold outside too. Dumb fly.
- The students on my programmes are completely incapable of using a lavatory. They either pee on the seat or don't flush it when they're done. Makes me insane. How hard is it?
- People in management positions who get paid a whack of money to make decisions and then ask me what to do. Its not my job, I don't get paid for that. Make a goddamn decision already.
- The mess on my desk which feels insurmountable. I'm basically just moving piles around in an effort to look something vaguely resembling organised. Hoping no one notices the total disarray!
- Students who knock like bailiffs. My desk is 4 feet from the door, do you think I can't hear you?
Definitely time for a cup of tea. Probably a biscuit too. It's Friday after all.
Marie Thursday, 17 October 2013
Time for something of a Spring, or in this case Autumn, clean up round at Chez Cookieblog.
It's been a long time coming. Can't remember the list time we moved the metaphoric furniture round around here.
The HMTL dust bunnies are hellish, I tell you!
Hoping it will see more blogging action. Hoping, hoping, hoping!
Marie Tuesday, 16 July 2013
This very special baby boy came to live with our family when he was 3 months old. It was October 1983. There'd been a family meeting about whether we could take on this responsibility. Did we want another sibling? Could be cope with being a family with a Down's Syndrome child? The answer a resounding YES!
He enriched our lives every day this boy. Mischeivous and funny, stroppy and moody, loveable and occasionally narky. Lover of tea towel flicking and ousting you off your seat on the sofa. Mine sweeper of alcoholic beverages. Pincher of biscuits.
That pretty much describes him his whole life. He never lost his childlike innocence. Held no malice in him. Charmed every person he met.
Sadly this little boy didn't live to see his 30th birthday. My lovely cheeky baby brother passed away in the hospital on 15th June (3 weeks before he hit the big 3-0). Such a sad loss of such a gentle, funny, loving soul. I'll miss him always. Rest in Peace little man.
Marie Friday, 3 May 2013
**Attempting to resume something resembling a normal blogging service. Here goes.**
Last year we were lucky enough to get a bit of a financial windfall. After having some work done on the house (windows and doors painted, gutters replaced, bricks repointing - so our house no longer looks like the Clampets live here) we offer the kids a choice of holiday destination. They could have a 4 day visit to Disneyland Paris, or a week somewhere warm.
After persual of this video:
The First Choice Holiday Village at the Costa Del Sol won the unanimous vote.
Having never taken the kids abroad before and having been 13 years since either of us set foot outside the UK a full round of new passports was in order (eek at the price of that lot!).
Fast forward an unbelieveably quick 9 months later and we were getting up at 3.30am for a 6.10am flight out to Malaga.
I was a little worried how the kids would do with the flight (both of them having glue ears issues but Ewan being particularly prone to ear problems) but they coped with if fine (easily distracted by downloaded movies on the Android tablet :)).
We had the truly most amazing week over there. Ordinarily our holidays are Haven caravans in the UK which any of you fellow Mums will know is no really holiday (when there's still cooking to be done, and a caravan to keep looking respectable so as not to be mortified when the cleaner come in at the end of the week!).
The Holiday Village really was a holiday though. All inclusive for food and drink, beautiful warm spring weather (between 22 and 27 degrees), clear skies for the most part, kids club to entertain the kids (we barely saw the two of them all week long), mail service who changed the towels and made the beds everyday), comfy sun loungers by the pools.
Even with my pasty milk bottle white start I've still managed to come back with something resembling a tan.
We're already plotting how we can manage to afford to go away again next year. Definitely bitten by the sunshine holiday bug!
Here's some memories of our lovely trip:
Doesn't take along to get back to reality though does it. Ah well. We'll just have to make do with nice memories to get us through the awful British summer!
Marie Monday, 28 January 2013
A strange thought occurred to me this morning.
Perhaps not everyone exists in a constant state of feeling somewhat overwhelmed?
Maybe that's not normal?
On a completely separate note.After years of doing battle with double point needles completely unsuccessfully (I find it somewhat likened to juggling an inebriated hedgehog!) I finally managed to gain control of them long enough to produce my first ever pair of handknit socks.
I'm quite proud of them, it has to be said. Hopefully they'll be as comfy as they look.
A short but socky interlude into the weirdness that is my life these days.
Marie Thursday, 23 August 2012
I recently read this post by Deb over at Home Life Simplified.
It very much made me think that for the last year I have been living neither intentionally, nor deliberately. When I think how things have gone this year (particularly since Febuary) I've pretty much been running on autopilot. Constantly moving from the next thing that needs to be done, to the next thing that needs to be done. Everything from housework to time with the kids to job work to fitness time to what I put in my mouth has been just a case of moving from one to the next with very little active thought process.
That's really no way to live, is it?
If losing Mum should have taught me anything it's that life is way to bloody short to be caught up in a treadmill of existence. If I'm not paying attention to the day to day (especially with the kids) then I'm missing it forever. I can't get those minutes back, or those hours, or those years. Before we know it all future minutes, or hours, or years, all those times we think we'll have to enjoy those things could be gone. In the blink of an eye, or the last beep of a machine.
So then. To live intentionally. Deliberately. To "suck out all the marrow of life" (love that quote and its mention in one of my favourite movies). That requires some changes for sure, and some active thought into how to action them. Action rather than reaction. Food for thought at least.
Marie Friday, 29 June 2012
This last week I've been daydreaming of another life. Somewhere very different from where we live now. Somewhere far away. Somewhere I've always harboured a desire to live* (as has my husband).
I've been thinking about a life here:
This week it's been even more specifically about a life here:
This is the small, New England harbour town of Camden, Maine, USA.
I've never been there. I don't know anyone who lives there, but I'm harbouring dreams of small town life in a place that's half a world away.
Look, isn't it beautiful:
What's not to love?
Some beautiful clapboard houses to choose from. Like this one maybe. Or perhaps this one if we were feeling a little more flush.
I'm daydreaming about sunny days by the harbour, beautiful autumn (fall) walks, snowy New England winters. Clearly I'm dreaming about living in the movie version of the town. I've no real illusions that living our life in Camden would be any less tedious eventually than living our lives in St Helens. Ultimately a move there is never going to be a realistic possibility (barring that ever ellusive lottery win). We could never afford to relocate so far and when it came to the crunch I'm not sure I could leave everything and everyone I know to move over 3000 miles away.
I can dream though. No financial considerations can restrict that activity. Thank goodness!
*I feel I must add that whilst I've always loved the idea of living in Maine that definitely does not include living here, because that's where all the scary things live. Good job its entirely fictional really.