Every Saturday morning P & I have a weigh in & every Saturday morning since the beginning of April I have weighed the same, apart from last week when I'd gained a pound. Great. Until this morning when...I'D LOST TWO POUNDS!!!! YES!!! Life is sweet. And this was after eating 2 pieces of cake yesterday at the house group. You know what's it's like when someone has made a cake specially, it's really hard to say no. I have been cutting back on the chocolate, though. I can't see where the two pounds has gone from though.
P, I might add, forgot to weigh himself this morning, so he'll have to do it tomorrow. P tells me that although his bmi is considerably greater than mine this is because his body consists mainly of muscle & mine consists mainly of fat so really I'm the one with the problem. Yeah, whatever.
Saturday, 25 June 2011
Finally got round to blogging
I can't believe it's so long since I've posted. Don't know why, just haven't felt like it really. Also have been watching Wimbledon quite a lot. Well a lot of a lot really. It's so good they've got the roof now, it would have been a miserable Wimbledon otherwise. For us TV watchers I mean, it's probably been a bit miserable for the people who were huddled in the rain outside Centre Court.
Today I went with P, J & Adam to a model aeroplane show. You can decide for yourself if the reason I went was because watching model aeroplanes fly & trawling round stalls selling model aeroplanes is my idea of bliss or because I wanted to keep the impulse buying to a minimum. Anyway it wasn't too bad really. I spent the first couple of hours mainly sitting in the car because it was a bit chilly. J & Adam went off & came back with a model tank Adam had bought. They then both sat in the car as well looking at the tank. After lunch it got quite sunny so I went & kept P company watching the flying. The boys went for a bit of a walk round then they went & sat in the car for several hours. We had a rather hot journey home with 2 boys squabbling the whole way (he hit me, no he hit me, he pinched me, no he pinched me, he took my glasses, J how many times have I told you not to touch glasses, why?, because people who wear glasses need them & they're expensive, so?, he thumped me, no he thumped me, let go of my ear...). This, I said to P, is what it would be like all the time if we'd had 2 children. We then had a discussion about the possibility of adopting a little sister for J. He was not enthusiastic.
We'd probably stand a good chance of adopting. I have a friend whose husband had a very good income, they lived in a lovely big house with a nice garden, they were obviously excellent parents to their son, they were a really nice couple in their thirties. When a second baby failed to appear on the scene they applied to adopt. 'You're not the sort of people we're looking for,' they were told.
The adoption people would probably look at us say: 'Aging parents, disabled mother, messy house, husband with beard - just sign here.'
By the way, I'm not serious. We are not thinking of adopting.
Today I went with P, J & Adam to a model aeroplane show. You can decide for yourself if the reason I went was because watching model aeroplanes fly & trawling round stalls selling model aeroplanes is my idea of bliss or because I wanted to keep the impulse buying to a minimum. Anyway it wasn't too bad really. I spent the first couple of hours mainly sitting in the car because it was a bit chilly. J & Adam went off & came back with a model tank Adam had bought. They then both sat in the car as well looking at the tank. After lunch it got quite sunny so I went & kept P company watching the flying. The boys went for a bit of a walk round then they went & sat in the car for several hours. We had a rather hot journey home with 2 boys squabbling the whole way (he hit me, no he hit me, he pinched me, no he pinched me, he took my glasses, J how many times have I told you not to touch glasses, why?, because people who wear glasses need them & they're expensive, so?, he thumped me, no he thumped me, let go of my ear...). This, I said to P, is what it would be like all the time if we'd had 2 children. We then had a discussion about the possibility of adopting a little sister for J. He was not enthusiastic.
We'd probably stand a good chance of adopting. I have a friend whose husband had a very good income, they lived in a lovely big house with a nice garden, they were obviously excellent parents to their son, they were a really nice couple in their thirties. When a second baby failed to appear on the scene they applied to adopt. 'You're not the sort of people we're looking for,' they were told.
The adoption people would probably look at us say: 'Aging parents, disabled mother, messy house, husband with beard - just sign here.'
By the way, I'm not serious. We are not thinking of adopting.
Thursday, 9 June 2011
J back safe
Ok I was a bit unfair about the yellow jacket, according to J the teacher wore it so that they could easily spot it in a crowd same as the other teacher wore a bright orange shirt. (Yes, but at somepoint they actually went into shops & bought this stuff).
Anyway he had a good time, even if they did go to McDonalds for dinner (!!!), although he did have a mozzarella & tomato baguette for lunch.
Got to go & look at his photos
Anyway he had a good time, even if they did go to McDonalds for dinner (!!!), although he did have a mozzarella & tomato baguette for lunch.
Got to go & look at his photos
Wednesday, 8 June 2011
I want to go to France
I'm kind of thinking that I'd like to go to France again. I've been twice. The first time we stayed with my brother & his partner in a big old farmhouse in the Vendee. We had a very nice time, once we worked out that the plastic animals that kept mysteriously appearing in the garden were left by the neighbour's dog & not by an anglophilic serial killer. (There was this really funny moment when P crept up with the camera to photograph a lizard only to find it was plastic). We did some serious eating cos of course the food is the very best thing about France. Just thinking of the patisserie is making my mouth water. And there were some wonderful clothes shops.
However on the holiday I couldn't seem to keep up with the others & sometimes would sleep in the car while they went for walks & stayed at the bottom while they went up a high tower. On the ferry home I started to feel ill with 'flu. Little did I know that 17 years later I still wouldn't have recovered, that was the start of it all.
Still, it was a good holiday.
The second time P & I went on our own to Brittany. It was when I was getting better from being ill, or so we thought, not knowing I would relapse again. It was also just a couple of months before Mum died. In fact I bought a present for her there & they gift-wrapped it & I've still got it, unopened.
(The other night when I was at this healing service we were singing Mum's favourite song, Majesty, & I had this strange sort of feeling that God was saying 'It's alright she's safe with me, just leave her with me now.')
Anyway, that too was a good holiday, we found a nice quiet little beach where I swam, well just sat really, in the sea & we had a day-trip to the Ile de Bas & the farmhouse owners were really friendly & invited us round for Breton cake & apple liqueur that blew your head off & I still fantasise about the cous-cous restaurant.
And of course there was the cider museum as well. Perhaps it would be better to forget that. What happened was we looked round, all very interesting then at the end they gave you little cups of samples to try. The lady was very generous, as soon as you'd finished one she was urging you to try another. Trouble was P was driving so he kept taking a tiny sip then tipping his into mine which I quickly drank to go on to the next, just to be polite & not offend this lady. All very nice, we finished, were making a few purchases at the counter & chatting to a young German couple on honeymoon. Then the room started to spin round. The German couple watched open-mouthed as P helped me stagger to the car where I crashed out & slept for the next hour.
This, I hasten to add, is an isolated incident in my life. In fact I hardly ever drink alcohol.
However on the holiday I couldn't seem to keep up with the others & sometimes would sleep in the car while they went for walks & stayed at the bottom while they went up a high tower. On the ferry home I started to feel ill with 'flu. Little did I know that 17 years later I still wouldn't have recovered, that was the start of it all.
Still, it was a good holiday.
The second time P & I went on our own to Brittany. It was when I was getting better from being ill, or so we thought, not knowing I would relapse again. It was also just a couple of months before Mum died. In fact I bought a present for her there & they gift-wrapped it & I've still got it, unopened.
(The other night when I was at this healing service we were singing Mum's favourite song, Majesty, & I had this strange sort of feeling that God was saying 'It's alright she's safe with me, just leave her with me now.')
Anyway, that too was a good holiday, we found a nice quiet little beach where I swam, well just sat really, in the sea & we had a day-trip to the Ile de Bas & the farmhouse owners were really friendly & invited us round for Breton cake & apple liqueur that blew your head off & I still fantasise about the cous-cous restaurant.
And of course there was the cider museum as well. Perhaps it would be better to forget that. What happened was we looked round, all very interesting then at the end they gave you little cups of samples to try. The lady was very generous, as soon as you'd finished one she was urging you to try another. Trouble was P was driving so he kept taking a tiny sip then tipping his into mine which I quickly drank to go on to the next, just to be polite & not offend this lady. All very nice, we finished, were making a few purchases at the counter & chatting to a young German couple on honeymoon. Then the room started to spin round. The German couple watched open-mouthed as P helped me stagger to the car where I crashed out & slept for the next hour.
This, I hasten to add, is an isolated incident in my life. In fact I hardly ever drink alcohol.
Day trip to France
At this moment J is in France! He has gone on a Geography field trip for the day. We agreed P would drop him off at school at 6.15 & then I'd pick him up at 9.30 tonight. So why, why, why instead of lying in bed did I get up this morning & go with them? Just so I could say goodbye to a boy who had gone into 'I haven't really got parents mode' & was totally ignoring me.
Hope he's having a good time & hope it's not raining as he's forgotten his cagoule & hope if it's sunny he remembers to put sunblock on & hope he gets enough to eat.
Is there anything quite as hard as bit by bit having to let your children go?
Actually what I think will happen is the French style police will have one look at the Geography teacher's jacket & kick them out of the country. I mean a yellow jacket. What's he thinking of?
Hope he's having a good time & hope it's not raining as he's forgotten his cagoule & hope if it's sunny he remembers to put sunblock on & hope he gets enough to eat.
Is there anything quite as hard as bit by bit having to let your children go?
Actually what I think will happen is the French style police will have one look at the Geography teacher's jacket & kick them out of the country. I mean a yellow jacket. What's he thinking of?
Sunday, 5 June 2011
Update
Other things that have been happening:
- Spent Monday in bed with a feverish cold, shivering under huge pile of bedclothes.
- Dad picked up Norovirus in hospital & is now having very violent symptoms all over the place at home.
- Went to awesome healing service on Friday.
- My Theology tutor emailed & said sorry he'd forgotten to mark my essay but now he's got to go on holiday so it'll be another 2 weeks. Really I'd better just get on with the next one in the meantime.
- Over the last few days I've made successful popcorn, brownies & flapjacks. Considering some of the failures I've had with these in the past this is pretty good going.
John
On Wednesday J's friend John finally came round. This is he in front of whom we mustn't show up J. It was a nice day so I took them swimming & they seemed to have a good time. I'm going to ask John's parents if he can come & live at our house because not only is he very pleasant & polite but he brought his History homework round so he & J could sit & do their homework together. Wow.
Hair cut
I think one point on which all 3 of us in our family agree is that we HATE GETTING OUR HAIR CUT. Yesterday I decided J's hair really needed doing so dragged him along to the barbers. I was trying a different barber as the usual one seems not to understand the words 'Keep it quite long' & J always ends up looking like a badly shorn ginger sheep. J likes going there because they give children lollies but I'm quite prepared to give him a whole sack of lollies if he just ends up with a decent haircut.
Anyway P decided to come along too & made the serious mistake of saying the word 'short' & he has ended up with hair that is far shorter than normal. I'm trying to decide if I like it or not. He looks a bit younger but he's lost the little curls at the back of his neck.
The barber doing J's hair really went to town, blow drying it & putting on waxes & goodness knows what else during which J looked as happy as if his toe-nails were being pulled out. However at the end I thought he really looked quite handsome.
So good result & P's hair will grow back.
Must get mine done now.
Anyway P decided to come along too & made the serious mistake of saying the word 'short' & he has ended up with hair that is far shorter than normal. I'm trying to decide if I like it or not. He looks a bit younger but he's lost the little curls at the back of his neck.
The barber doing J's hair really went to town, blow drying it & putting on waxes & goodness knows what else during which J looked as happy as if his toe-nails were being pulled out. However at the end I thought he really looked quite handsome.
So good result & P's hair will grow back.
Must get mine done now.
Peaceful Sunday service!
At church this morning there was a puppet show. This was fine for young children. They loved it. It was fine also for grown-ups. They went into second childhood mode. However for the 3 teens/almost teens in front of me (including mine) it was seriously uncool to even look for one second like you might be enjoying it so they spent the service trying to shove each other off their seats.
And J I think when Jesus told the parable about the house built on the sand vs the house built on the rock He wasn't really looking forward to a time when technological advances were such that the foundations could be drilled right down to the bedrock so a house built on sand would be stable I think what He meant was that in order to withstand the storms of life we should put our trust in Him & nothing else. OK? And no I don't know why all the houses in Egypt don't fall down. OK?
And maybe the Jenga tower the woman leading the service constructed wasn't exactly the best feat of engineering in the world and maybe you could have done it better (& you could have gone up when she asked for volunteers) but she was just making a point.OK?
The boys followed this time of uplifting spiritual refreshment by Tim snatching Adam's glasses & he & J running off while poor Adam blundered blindly around muttering 'anyone seen Tim?'. Then they all went outside & had a water fight.
And J I think when Jesus told the parable about the house built on the sand vs the house built on the rock He wasn't really looking forward to a time when technological advances were such that the foundations could be drilled right down to the bedrock so a house built on sand would be stable I think what He meant was that in order to withstand the storms of life we should put our trust in Him & nothing else. OK? And no I don't know why all the houses in Egypt don't fall down. OK?
And maybe the Jenga tower the woman leading the service constructed wasn't exactly the best feat of engineering in the world and maybe you could have done it better (& you could have gone up when she asked for volunteers) but she was just making a point.OK?
The boys followed this time of uplifting spiritual refreshment by Tim snatching Adam's glasses & he & J running off while poor Adam blundered blindly around muttering 'anyone seen Tim?'. Then they all went outside & had a water fight.
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