In true ‘I can’t say it but I mean it, so I’ll music it’ style, I was listening idly to my favourite station this evening, and a song came on which I felt would make a perfect anthem for bloggers everywhere. So if you can get past the golden, flowing locks and the ‘Whoo-oooeooeoeoeooo’s, it’s actually pretty good.
1. Inspired by several very athletic friends-and-acquaintances, last night, near the pinnacle of my walk with Emma, I felt the need to attempt to do a split, a few cartwheels and some handstands (for good measure). Here’s the upshot:
- I can’t split very far, but I can do an *EPIC* faceplant into the grass when my legs lock and I can’t get out of it any other way
- I can cartwheel. I can also pull a hammie.
- I can handstand. For about a second.
- I now feel that at least if agility, grace and athleticism are beyond my reach, I shall be fitter for trying, and had a great laugh in the process
2. And on the subject of that walk – my good character has been called into question ALL OVER THE PLACE today, with nary a person believing that Emma was the one who got us lost, rather choosing to believe that I was the doofus, who was now trying to lie their way out of it. I even had slights on my Throwback Thursday picture in a group where such words as ‘mischievous’ (can live with that one) and ‘evil’ were casually bandied around, culminating in a beautiful moment when a lovely friend (now OFF my Christmas card list) mentioned that somehow, looking at my pic, the thing which kept popping into her mind was The Shining!
Mmkay, so y’all are WRONG for a few reasons.
- Emma suggested ‘going and getting lost’ – I just agreed to it.
- Emma chose the route that just happened to go to a local cattery she wanted to check out for her sweet-but-vicious pet Millie (pictured below), to enquire about them providing her with a vacation when Emma goes on her next holiday
- *Surely* by now, y’all know that when I do something completely stupid, it’s total blog fodder and I delight in sharing my numptiness with you 🙂
My Thing of Thankful (here disguised as a rant) is that I have wonderful friends who don’t really think I’m a sneaky, Puckish type and believe me when I say ten ways to Sunday that I didn’t do it. Right? I have those friends, don’t I? Any of them here?
|One for Pete (Millie hopes – she’s a fan)|
3. I’m so thankful for the beach. I took Niece and Neff later in the day, and it was stunningly beautiful, even though we weren’t there for long.
4. On the way to the beach, Neff and I had a surprisingly long conversation about the glottal stop, it’s use in language, its indication of culture and status, and the fact that no, it’s not nice to hear, but the person is still worth listening to, even if their pronunciation is lazy (and accordingly, somewhat disrespectful). After about ten minutes, he caught my eye in the rear-view mirror and asked incredulously “WHY are we talking about this?!” and we both had a fit of giggles.
5. It was blowing up a gale when we arrived, so I managed to get an awesome action shot of Neff, who’d just discovered that the wind was strong enough to carry the sand away when flicked upwards
6. Then we got on with the very serious business of digging holes, finding treasure to bury and marking all over the place with X’s. Niece *loved* her ‘treasure’ and very solemnly put it into the bottom of the hole she’d dug, then gleefully covered it with sand as we talked about the person who might stumble across such a trove in future.
7. I’m so pleased that the kids are SOOO appreciative of my efforts. Filling up tubs of water for them to have a water-fight in the garden from a first-floor-flat is no joke!! Dear garden – Y U no tap? They did me proud by thoroughly enjoying themselves for ages, right up until the moment a tub got tipped over and flooded everything.
8. I’m very thankful for Husby today. He has shown absolutely A+ Uncleness today. He played several dumbed-down versions of his toy soldier-y games with Niece and Neff, allowing me to do things like cook dinner and have a teeny-tiny-tantrum about the state of the kitchen, unmolested. The games led to me overhearing, from Niece (in her sweet, tiny voice) “Can I be a wizard?”
9. He also took the bedtime story off my hands, and I had the privilege of seeing Niece and Neff, crowded round him, vying for attention and settling so wonderfully with him, snuggling in and enjoying the shared experience. In spite of the posts around the Blogosphere this week about the havoc kids wreak on a person’s boobs, seeing this re-confirmed that I really, really want this for us, for ourselves. It was a perfect moment.
10. I am VERY excited to announce that I was invited to guest-post over at Joy’s to be part of a group providing bloggy-deliciousness in her absence while she’s on holiday. Her blog, I can say Mama, is linked to us as a co-host for Ten Things, and one I enjoy immensely in its own right. I was honoured to accept her offer, then promptly forgot to send her anything til last Thursday, when she pinged me a very polite reminder. YAY! for helping out, and the chance to get back on my soapbox.
(P.S. this is not the ‘guest post’ I alluded to recently – the one which turned out to be a much Bigger Deal than I realised – that’s still upcoming)
And for sheer fun: