Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all my readers. If there are any out there! See you in 2008.
Saturday 22 December 2007
Friday 14 December 2007
The Plaster is OFF!
I got my plaster off on Wednesday. What joy! But I thought I'd go back to normal walking straight away. No such luck. My foot still hurts and I'm still limping. The doc said it would ease the more I use it but not to overdo things to soon. Doesn't he know it's just two weeks to Christmas! And I haven't bought anything yet! Of course I'm going to overdo things! So I'll pop a few Ibuprofen and just get on with it, like we women always do. No slacking for us at this time of year.
If it wasn't for me we wouldn't have Christmas in our house. Hubby loves all the trimmings, food, etc but he doesn't 'do' shopping or anything else. He partakes while I prepare! He does try to help but does it so badly I end up getting annoyed at him and telling him to go away. And if he comes shopping with me, he questions whether we need everything I put in the trolley, so I leave him at home in blissful ignorance!
Thursday 13 December 2007
R is for Reading
I love reading. I always have. From an early age, I have loved stories. I couldn't wait to learn to read when I was young. I loved snuggling up with mum and having a story read to us but I wanted so much to be able to read for myself. Once I could read I became voracious. I just wanted to read all the time. I remember having to read all the Janet and John books at infant school which were so stupid to me. To me they weren't real books. There was a whole series that seemed to go forever and I couldn't wait to finish them. I was the first in the class to read them all and I got to go to the school library and choose my own reading book. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven! I don't remember which book I chose but I remember the joy of having so many to choose from.
Then there was the Christmas when I was about nine years old and every present I unwrapped was a book. I was ecstatic to have so much reading to do. I didn't care that I hadn't received the latest doll/toy I just snuggled down and got stuck in to all my lovely books.
I read every Enid Blyton book (she was my favourite author,) every Grimms fairy tale, every Hans Anderson, and so many others I can't even name. I was transported to many an exciting world and adventure through my books and used to read them over and over again. I still have the Big Red Book of Stories that mum and dad bought me for that special Christmas. It is full of classic stories like Peter Pan, the Wizard of Oz, fairy tales, poetry and nursery rhymes. It is one of my most prized possessions and I have read it several times over the years. I have used it as a story book for my own children who always loved sitting down with The Big Book and choosing a story.
I don't get the chance to read as much as I used to but that doesn't diminish my love of reading. I will still stay awake all night to finish a good book and when given the chance can sit and read a book in one day. I have been in love with detective fiction for many years and now read mostly that but I have read all of Catherine Cookson and Audrey Howard, some Barbara Cartland and Mills and Boon, one or two factual and the odd biography so have a very eclectic reading history.
I believe the greatest gift we can give our children is a love of reading. With the advent of computers and so many electronic games players, reading books is going out of fashion.
That's a crying shame because a world without books would be the saddest place to be!
Then there was the Christmas when I was about nine years old and every present I unwrapped was a book. I was ecstatic to have so much reading to do. I didn't care that I hadn't received the latest doll/toy I just snuggled down and got stuck in to all my lovely books.
I read every Enid Blyton book (she was my favourite author,) every Grimms fairy tale, every Hans Anderson, and so many others I can't even name. I was transported to many an exciting world and adventure through my books and used to read them over and over again. I still have the Big Red Book of Stories that mum and dad bought me for that special Christmas. It is full of classic stories like Peter Pan, the Wizard of Oz, fairy tales, poetry and nursery rhymes. It is one of my most prized possessions and I have read it several times over the years. I have used it as a story book for my own children who always loved sitting down with The Big Book and choosing a story.
I don't get the chance to read as much as I used to but that doesn't diminish my love of reading. I will still stay awake all night to finish a good book and when given the chance can sit and read a book in one day. I have been in love with detective fiction for many years and now read mostly that but I have read all of Catherine Cookson and Audrey Howard, some Barbara Cartland and Mills and Boon, one or two factual and the odd biography so have a very eclectic reading history.
I believe the greatest gift we can give our children is a love of reading. With the advent of computers and so many electronic games players, reading books is going out of fashion.
That's a crying shame because a world without books would be the saddest place to be!
Saturday 8 December 2007
Naughty Blogger!
I've been a very naughty blogger. I haven't written anything for ages. I must do better. That can be my new year resolution, I must be a better blogger!
I get my plaster off on Wednesday. I'm so pleased, I'm fed up of being housebound. I'm so used to just going out in the car when I want to. It's been awful being cooped up in the house all day. I'm really going a bit stir crazy and can't wait to get out and do some serious Christmas shopping. I've bought some things online but it just isn't the same. I like browsing the shops this time of year (any time of year), searching for presents and listening to the Christmas carols. It just adds to the feeling of Christmas for me. I love Christmas, it's my favourite holiday.
I love the songs, the crowds, the decorations, the whole nine yards. Jamie still enjoys Christmas as much as a child so watching him open his presents is still enjoyable and gives me a lump in my throat. And Christmas dinner is my favourite meal! Jamie and I are going to my mum and dad for Christmas Day because John is working all day this year. It would be awful to be on my own so we're going to mum's. Thank heaven for mum and dad!
I get my plaster off on Wednesday. I'm so pleased, I'm fed up of being housebound. I'm so used to just going out in the car when I want to. It's been awful being cooped up in the house all day. I'm really going a bit stir crazy and can't wait to get out and do some serious Christmas shopping. I've bought some things online but it just isn't the same. I like browsing the shops this time of year (any time of year), searching for presents and listening to the Christmas carols. It just adds to the feeling of Christmas for me. I love Christmas, it's my favourite holiday.
I love the songs, the crowds, the decorations, the whole nine yards. Jamie still enjoys Christmas as much as a child so watching him open his presents is still enjoyable and gives me a lump in my throat. And Christmas dinner is my favourite meal! Jamie and I are going to my mum and dad for Christmas Day because John is working all day this year. It would be awful to be on my own so we're going to mum's. Thank heaven for mum and dad!
Thursday 15 November 2007
Q is for Queueing
Okay, you try finding something beginning with 'Q' to write about. This was the best I could come up with.
We Brits have queueing down to a fine art. We are a nation of queuers (is that a word?). We queue, therefore we are.
We queue for buses, at the supermarket, at the cinema, everywhere we go. We even join queues just to see what we are queueing for. And do we moan about queueing, you bet we do. We hate it with a vengeance but if anybody dare's to question our right to queque we defend it wholeheartily.
It's totally a British concept though. I've been to France, Spain, Cyprus and America and none of them know how to queue. They just crowd and the one who is quickest gets to the front. It causes chaos! People push and shove, no excuse me's offered. It would be far easier if they just queued!
Queueing ettiquette demands that you always join the queue at the END. To jump a queue is the worst crime you can commit. Your fellow queuers will bay for your blood if you ever try this. You risk being ejected from the queue all together. If you are invited to the front by anybody official, you will be safe but will have to run the gauntlet of dirty looks and muttered insults from the rest of the queue. After all, what makes you so special, that you don't have to queue.
Occasionally, you can use the 'Can I go in front of you, I'm in a hurry,' excuse. Usually you will be given permission, because we are a civilised and polite nation and always allow this if asked politely. However, if you do this to often you will soon become known as a deliberate queue jumper and people will start to shun you and look at you funny and mutter in your presence.
So, the next time you are queueing at the post office for a stamp and the person in front of you has a trillion bags of change that she needs weighing and the one in front of her has fifty thousand forms that need stamping and the next one has twenty bags full of parcels that need sending with proof of postage, remember that queueing keeps us civilised and orderly.
Failing that, pretend you're in a hurry!
We Brits have queueing down to a fine art. We are a nation of queuers (is that a word?). We queue, therefore we are.
We queue for buses, at the supermarket, at the cinema, everywhere we go. We even join queues just to see what we are queueing for. And do we moan about queueing, you bet we do. We hate it with a vengeance but if anybody dare's to question our right to queque we defend it wholeheartily.
It's totally a British concept though. I've been to France, Spain, Cyprus and America and none of them know how to queue. They just crowd and the one who is quickest gets to the front. It causes chaos! People push and shove, no excuse me's offered. It would be far easier if they just queued!
Queueing ettiquette demands that you always join the queue at the END. To jump a queue is the worst crime you can commit. Your fellow queuers will bay for your blood if you ever try this. You risk being ejected from the queue all together. If you are invited to the front by anybody official, you will be safe but will have to run the gauntlet of dirty looks and muttered insults from the rest of the queue. After all, what makes you so special, that you don't have to queue.
Occasionally, you can use the 'Can I go in front of you, I'm in a hurry,' excuse. Usually you will be given permission, because we are a civilised and polite nation and always allow this if asked politely. However, if you do this to often you will soon become known as a deliberate queue jumper and people will start to shun you and look at you funny and mutter in your presence.
So, the next time you are queueing at the post office for a stamp and the person in front of you has a trillion bags of change that she needs weighing and the one in front of her has fifty thousand forms that need stamping and the next one has twenty bags full of parcels that need sending with proof of postage, remember that queueing keeps us civilised and orderly.
Failing that, pretend you're in a hurry!
Sunday 11 November 2007
Lest We Forget
Today is Rememberance Sunday. I watched the March Past in London this morning. Ten thousand members of the armed forces, from every regiment, marched past the Cenotaph in Whitehall. Men and women who fought in every conflict from the last century, marching to a military band. It is an awesome sight to see. It is also emotional, in the main because it brings home that we are a free nation because of the bravery of these people. Sadness at the fact that there are now only a handful of WW1 veterans left, their generation almost passed, their sacrifice soon not to be represented. And the memory of those who never returned, the reason we remember every year, is especially poignant.
May we never forget, may we always keep the memory of all those who fight for our freedom alive and always show them the repect they deserve.
May we never forget, may we always keep the memory of all those who fight for our freedom alive and always show them the repect they deserve.
Tuesday 6 November 2007
P is for Parenting
There are so many different books on the market that profess to teach us how to be the perfect parent so why aren't we? Why haven't we all got perfect little families who are polite and well behaved 100% of the time. Errrrrrmmmm, I'd say because none of us are perfect and not one of those books is any good at three o'clock in the morning when the baby is screaming, toddler is bouncing on the bed and hubby is snoring away, oblivious.
Books can't bring up babies, they can give a few pointers but ultimately every baby is different and what works for one will never work for another. I've had four and not one of them was the same.
With my first baby, I stumbled along as best I could. I panicked every time he cried or slept through a feed and when he was asleep I checked his breathing every half an hour. Despite my many mistakes, he survived babyhood.
I was positive my second baby would be easier, I'd made most of mistakes by then and thought I knew what to expect. Cue the baby from hell. He wouldn't feed, wouldn't sleep and screamed the house down for three hours solid every night. In spite of all that, I survived his babyhood!
Third baby was really easy, after all I'd just visited hell so nothing could phase me now. And by the time the fourth came it was old hat.
But then came childhood, again nobody can prepare you for it. And don't get me started on how to survive the teenage years! Amazingly, I have come out the other side and now have four fantastic lads who I am very proud of. In spite of me they are all well adjusted, functioning members of society so I guess I got something right.
Parenting is flippin hard work, mostly unrewarded, usually undervalued but one of the greatest things you can ever do. The joy you receive when a baby looks into your eyes and smiles is above any kind you can imagine, so to when a toddler throws his arms around your kneck and plants a sloppy kiss on your face, and when a child tells you they love you, when a teenager sheepishly hands you a bunch of flowers just because you're his mum.
Nobody tells you how it's done, nobody knows how it's done but every parent eventually gets to the point where they can look back and say, 'I did it, I brought life into the world, nurtured it, protected it, helped it to grow.'
Then we set them free to become parents themselves, we sit back and have a good laugh at all the mistakes they are making, shake our heads and wish we could help but all of us know we have to let them do it alone. It's the only way they can learn!
Books can't bring up babies, they can give a few pointers but ultimately every baby is different and what works for one will never work for another. I've had four and not one of them was the same.
With my first baby, I stumbled along as best I could. I panicked every time he cried or slept through a feed and when he was asleep I checked his breathing every half an hour. Despite my many mistakes, he survived babyhood.
I was positive my second baby would be easier, I'd made most of mistakes by then and thought I knew what to expect. Cue the baby from hell. He wouldn't feed, wouldn't sleep and screamed the house down for three hours solid every night. In spite of all that, I survived his babyhood!
Third baby was really easy, after all I'd just visited hell so nothing could phase me now. And by the time the fourth came it was old hat.
But then came childhood, again nobody can prepare you for it. And don't get me started on how to survive the teenage years! Amazingly, I have come out the other side and now have four fantastic lads who I am very proud of. In spite of me they are all well adjusted, functioning members of society so I guess I got something right.
Parenting is flippin hard work, mostly unrewarded, usually undervalued but one of the greatest things you can ever do. The joy you receive when a baby looks into your eyes and smiles is above any kind you can imagine, so to when a toddler throws his arms around your kneck and plants a sloppy kiss on your face, and when a child tells you they love you, when a teenager sheepishly hands you a bunch of flowers just because you're his mum.
Nobody tells you how it's done, nobody knows how it's done but every parent eventually gets to the point where they can look back and say, 'I did it, I brought life into the world, nurtured it, protected it, helped it to grow.'
Then we set them free to become parents themselves, we sit back and have a good laugh at all the mistakes they are making, shake our heads and wish we could help but all of us know we have to let them do it alone. It's the only way they can learn!
Monday 5 November 2007
In the Wars Again
I fell over again on Friday afternoon. This time it was our front drive where the accident happened, so nice and embarrassing to be spreadeagled across the pavement for everybody to see! I knew I'd hurt myself badly from the pain in my foot and wrist but thought better of attending hospital, as you do. The 'I'll be all right tomorrow' mentality kicks in for some reason and I hobbled in the house where I proceeded to get worse. I had to ask my parents to come round and help because I couldn't walk at all. And I'd left it to late to go to hospital so had to wait till Saturday morning.
The x-rays at A&E showed I'd definitely fractured a bone in my right foot and the nurse was 90% certain I'd fractured my left wrist. I had to have a temporary plaster fitted to my foot and wrist because the plaster tech doesn't work at the weekend! How stupid is that? The weekend is when most people end up breaking some part of their anatomy yet nobody should because mr plasterman isn't there!
The nurse then handed me a pair of crutches, telling me not to put any weight on my foot at all. DUHHHHH, I had a broken wrist and had to hop about on crutches for two days, until I could get a proper plaster on Monday. Guess who spent the weekend confined to bed, dosed on painkillers and dreading each trip across the landing to the toilet? The two longest days of my life, I can tell you!
Anyway, today I got a weightbearing plaster so can walk about but still need the crutches. I find out on Wednesday whether my wrist is broken when I visit the fracture clinic. It certainly feels like it is when I'm using those crutches. If so, that's my wrist and leg in plaster till middle of December. Watch me be real lucky and have to keep them on over Christmas!
Good job I gave up drinking, though isn't it!
The x-rays at A&E showed I'd definitely fractured a bone in my right foot and the nurse was 90% certain I'd fractured my left wrist. I had to have a temporary plaster fitted to my foot and wrist because the plaster tech doesn't work at the weekend! How stupid is that? The weekend is when most people end up breaking some part of their anatomy yet nobody should because mr plasterman isn't there!
The nurse then handed me a pair of crutches, telling me not to put any weight on my foot at all. DUHHHHH, I had a broken wrist and had to hop about on crutches for two days, until I could get a proper plaster on Monday. Guess who spent the weekend confined to bed, dosed on painkillers and dreading each trip across the landing to the toilet? The two longest days of my life, I can tell you!
Anyway, today I got a weightbearing plaster so can walk about but still need the crutches. I find out on Wednesday whether my wrist is broken when I visit the fracture clinic. It certainly feels like it is when I'm using those crutches. If so, that's my wrist and leg in plaster till middle of December. Watch me be real lucky and have to keep them on over Christmas!
Good job I gave up drinking, though isn't it!
Wednesday 31 October 2007
O is for Overweight
Okay, I admit it, I am overweight! I am about six sizes to big and will probably remain so for the rest of my life. Am I happy?
Well, yes in the respect that I don't dwell on my weight or sit wringing my hands in despair at the thought of being overweight. But no, in the respect that I would like to be thin again. I once was a size 12 and looked pretty darn good. But that was when I was a whole lot younger than I am now and keeping slim was easy. Then I had reasons, like attracting the opposite sex and being able to wear the newest fashions.
My husband is a wonderful man, who loves me whether I'm fat or thin. He doesn't care about the fact I'm overweight. He thinks I'm beautiful and sexy no matter what because he loves me for who I am. And as for fashion, well I left that behind years ago. I learned long ago to wear what suits you not what society dictates.
So, there's the rub, my incentives to lose weight have gone and I'm destined to live with my thin self shouting to get out. I quieten her with with a tub of ice-cream or a block of chocolate, usually!
Actually being overweight isn't as bad as it used to be. Many more clothes shops are catering for outsize, now, so I can wear great clothes without having to look like my grandmother! And when the famine comes I'll last that bit longer than the thinnies because I'll have my fat reserves to live on!
So BOOOOORAHHHH to all the stick, thin fashionistas who try to make us believe that we should all look like skeletons and HOOOOOOORAHHHHHHH to womanly curves and proud of it!
Well, yes in the respect that I don't dwell on my weight or sit wringing my hands in despair at the thought of being overweight. But no, in the respect that I would like to be thin again. I once was a size 12 and looked pretty darn good. But that was when I was a whole lot younger than I am now and keeping slim was easy. Then I had reasons, like attracting the opposite sex and being able to wear the newest fashions.
My husband is a wonderful man, who loves me whether I'm fat or thin. He doesn't care about the fact I'm overweight. He thinks I'm beautiful and sexy no matter what because he loves me for who I am. And as for fashion, well I left that behind years ago. I learned long ago to wear what suits you not what society dictates.
So, there's the rub, my incentives to lose weight have gone and I'm destined to live with my thin self shouting to get out. I quieten her with with a tub of ice-cream or a block of chocolate, usually!
Actually being overweight isn't as bad as it used to be. Many more clothes shops are catering for outsize, now, so I can wear great clothes without having to look like my grandmother! And when the famine comes I'll last that bit longer than the thinnies because I'll have my fat reserves to live on!
So BOOOOORAHHHH to all the stick, thin fashionistas who try to make us believe that we should all look like skeletons and HOOOOOOORAHHHHHHH to womanly curves and proud of it!
Thursday 25 October 2007
N is for Nostalgia
I found my journal last week. I started keeping a journal when I was about 17 and stopped just before my second son was born.
As I was reading it I went through a variety of emotions, cringeing at the flowery, over romantic writing for one thing! I laughed at some pages, felt sadness at others and relived my joy at others. I'm about half way through reading it and am remembering some wonderful moments from my life.
Like the day my first son was born. The emotion is so raw on the page, I poured my heart out over the joy of his birth but the fear he wouldn't survive. He was born 9 weeks prem and suffered several complications before he actually came home to live with us. To relive those days was a humbling experience because I relied so heavily on my prayers and the blessings given by some wonderful priesthood members who are no longer with us.
Then there are the fun times, the times I had with my friends and the many boys I dated! I got to relive those times with people who are no longer in my life.
It got me thinking how important our past is, how it shapes our future and makes us who we are. To dwell on it would be wrong but to have a visit back there once in awhile refreshes our spirit.
As I was reading it I went through a variety of emotions, cringeing at the flowery, over romantic writing for one thing! I laughed at some pages, felt sadness at others and relived my joy at others. I'm about half way through reading it and am remembering some wonderful moments from my life.
Like the day my first son was born. The emotion is so raw on the page, I poured my heart out over the joy of his birth but the fear he wouldn't survive. He was born 9 weeks prem and suffered several complications before he actually came home to live with us. To relive those days was a humbling experience because I relied so heavily on my prayers and the blessings given by some wonderful priesthood members who are no longer with us.
Then there are the fun times, the times I had with my friends and the many boys I dated! I got to relive those times with people who are no longer in my life.
It got me thinking how important our past is, how it shapes our future and makes us who we are. To dwell on it would be wrong but to have a visit back there once in awhile refreshes our spirit.
Sunday 14 October 2007
M is for Mathew and Mother
Mathew is my third son. He is the most laid back of my kids. He is quiet and keeps his own company much of the time but he is good fun when he lets you in! He was my baby until Jamie came along and very much mine. He was the one who always wanted to sit on my knee and have a cuddle. He has always been a very sensitive lad who wears his heart on his sleeve. He is very emotional, very caring and thoughtful. I worry most about him as he has never been a streetwise person, he has a kind of innocence about him and he could easily be taken advantage of. However, he is living on his own in a flat and has been promoted to warehouse manager at the shop he works for so he really has blossomed and come into his own.
I need to write about my mum because she is so important to me. She has always been my best friend. She is a shining light in my life and I've always tried to follow the example she sets.
My mum is one of the most loving and caring people I have ever met. She once sent my dad out with a coat to give to a lady who used walk past our house. Mum had noticed this lady had never worn a coat even on the coldest days so she had my dad take one of hers. The lady was so appreciative and wore that coat for many years. Mum didn't want praise for it or adulation, she just saw somebody in need and she fulfilled it. That's the kind of person she is.
When we were growing up, my mum would not let us argue and fight, she encouraged us to love each other and to sort our differences out in other ways. She never raised her hand to us, she was always able to discipline us in a loving way. She is also great fun to be around. Whenever we were upset she could always get us laughing by doing silly dances and singing silly songs. She loves her family with an unconditional love and shows it every day.
She also loves the gospel of Jesus Christ. She tries her hardest to live the principles of our faith and is one of the humblest people I've ever met. She reads the scriptures every day and can teach the most awesome lessons. She used to be Gospel Doctrine teacher and everybody loved her class. Now she teaches in Relief Society and her lessons are always interesting and uplifting.
She has been married to my dad for 49 years this December and they are so good together. My mum is the one who keeps my dad on the right path. My dad adores her and tells everybody what a blessing she is to him. Their marriage is solid because it is built on mutual love and respect for each other. As parents they are a great example of what love can accomplish.
I love my mum so much and I hope that I have been even half as good to my kids as she has been to us.
I need to write about my mum because she is so important to me. She has always been my best friend. She is a shining light in my life and I've always tried to follow the example she sets.
My mum is one of the most loving and caring people I have ever met. She once sent my dad out with a coat to give to a lady who used walk past our house. Mum had noticed this lady had never worn a coat even on the coldest days so she had my dad take one of hers. The lady was so appreciative and wore that coat for many years. Mum didn't want praise for it or adulation, she just saw somebody in need and she fulfilled it. That's the kind of person she is.
When we were growing up, my mum would not let us argue and fight, she encouraged us to love each other and to sort our differences out in other ways. She never raised her hand to us, she was always able to discipline us in a loving way. She is also great fun to be around. Whenever we were upset she could always get us laughing by doing silly dances and singing silly songs. She loves her family with an unconditional love and shows it every day.
She also loves the gospel of Jesus Christ. She tries her hardest to live the principles of our faith and is one of the humblest people I've ever met. She reads the scriptures every day and can teach the most awesome lessons. She used to be Gospel Doctrine teacher and everybody loved her class. Now she teaches in Relief Society and her lessons are always interesting and uplifting.
She has been married to my dad for 49 years this December and they are so good together. My mum is the one who keeps my dad on the right path. My dad adores her and tells everybody what a blessing she is to him. Their marriage is solid because it is built on mutual love and respect for each other. As parents they are a great example of what love can accomplish.
I love my mum so much and I hope that I have been even half as good to my kids as she has been to us.
Saturday 13 October 2007
Tuesday 9 October 2007
L is for Lacey and Love
I had to write about Lacey, didn't I? She is my little princess. She has her daddy's curly hair and big brown eyes and is the most beautiful, adorable, gorgeous, lovely (you get the picture!) baby girl ever born. She is a contented, happy baby and is always smiling. She is crawling and walking around the furniture now so everything has to be baby-proofed against her little fingers. She follows her big brother around like a little puppy but he thinks she's more of a nuisance at the moment. My grandchildren are so precious and to have the little girl I've always wanted is wonderful. It's so nice to be able to buy dolls and girly stuff for once instead of cars and tough stuff!
And then there's luuuurrrrrrvvvvvve. I've always been a romantic, reading Barbara Cartland novels from the age of thirteen. I know, I know those awful slushy romances aren't anything like real life but to a thirteen year old who believed in white knights on chargers, they were wonderful. I graduated from them to Mills and Boon at around age sixteen so I guess I had no taste in authors for awhile. But those books fed my belief that there is somebody out there who is your true soul mate and one day you will find them. I kissed quite a few frogs before I found mine but once I did, I knew.
The old saying that 'It is better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all,' is so true. I have had my heart broken a few times but to have never experienced the heady feeling of being in love would have been far worse. When I was young I fell 'in love' at the drop of a hat but soon realised that there is a whole lot more to being in love than butterflies in the stomach and loss of appetite.
Being in love with somebody requires a lot of effort!
It is wanting the best for that person, giving as much as taking, making sacrifices, being a friend, not being able to imagine life without them, putting up with their friends, their hobbies and their weird ways and taking the good with the bad. It's a rush when it first hits you then settles into a warm, comfortable feeling that grows with your life together. Sometimes it hurts like hell and other times it gives you goosebumps but it always makes your life worth living.
LONG LIVE LOVE!
And then there's luuuurrrrrrvvvvvve. I've always been a romantic, reading Barbara Cartland novels from the age of thirteen. I know, I know those awful slushy romances aren't anything like real life but to a thirteen year old who believed in white knights on chargers, they were wonderful. I graduated from them to Mills and Boon at around age sixteen so I guess I had no taste in authors for awhile. But those books fed my belief that there is somebody out there who is your true soul mate and one day you will find them. I kissed quite a few frogs before I found mine but once I did, I knew.
The old saying that 'It is better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all,' is so true. I have had my heart broken a few times but to have never experienced the heady feeling of being in love would have been far worse. When I was young I fell 'in love' at the drop of a hat but soon realised that there is a whole lot more to being in love than butterflies in the stomach and loss of appetite.
Being in love with somebody requires a lot of effort!
It is wanting the best for that person, giving as much as taking, making sacrifices, being a friend, not being able to imagine life without them, putting up with their friends, their hobbies and their weird ways and taking the good with the bad. It's a rush when it first hits you then settles into a warm, comfortable feeling that grows with your life together. Sometimes it hurts like hell and other times it gives you goosebumps but it always makes your life worth living.
LONG LIVE LOVE!
Thursday 4 October 2007
Another birthday!
It was my birthday on Monday. I'm not saying how old I was but I was born in 1960!
I certainly don't feel my age (well not always), inside I feel like I'm still eighteen. Somebody asked me if I wished I still was but I can honestly say a resounding NO to that. I wouldn't want to go back to my teenage years, all that angst about boyfriends and makeup and fashion. Then there's the whole bringing up babies years after that. No, I like being where I am now. My life is my own, the boys are grown and making their own way in the world and I have time to relax.
I like being middle aged. I don't have to fit in with my peers, I don't have to worry about finding a partner and I can wear comfy shoes and big knickers without feeling old fashioned!
So I embrace my age and say to you all, age is just a state of mind. Here's my recipe for a happy life, I aim to follow to the letter!
Act your shoe size not your age, occasionally, laugh everyday and go skidding into old age with glee!
I certainly don't feel my age (well not always), inside I feel like I'm still eighteen. Somebody asked me if I wished I still was but I can honestly say a resounding NO to that. I wouldn't want to go back to my teenage years, all that angst about boyfriends and makeup and fashion. Then there's the whole bringing up babies years after that. No, I like being where I am now. My life is my own, the boys are grown and making their own way in the world and I have time to relax.
I like being middle aged. I don't have to fit in with my peers, I don't have to worry about finding a partner and I can wear comfy shoes and big knickers without feeling old fashioned!
So I embrace my age and say to you all, age is just a state of mind. Here's my recipe for a happy life, I aim to follow to the letter!
Act your shoe size not your age, occasionally, laugh everyday and go skidding into old age with glee!
Wednesday 19 September 2007
K is for Kalem
Kalem is my first grandson, born on June 23rd 2005. That boy is the apple of my eye! He is a bundle of adventure wrapped in a blanket of wonder! He is just entering the 'Why' stage. All you parents know what I'm talking about here. When my kids went through it years ago, I used to get so fed up having to answer questions that just resulted in another, 'why' but now I'm a seasoned veteran and I can answer away all day!
Kalem never stops moving, he is constantly looking for something to touch, eat, pull apart and investigate. He is amazed by the smallest of things, like how a worm keeps moving when you chop it in half (actually, so am I) and spiders webs. He loves getting dirty in the garden or anywhere else. He likes splashing in puddles and running in the rain. He sometimes even likes sitting still and drawing pictures for grandma but not for long though! When he shouts, 'Grandma' my heart leaps and when he runs into my arms for a kiss and a cuddle I melt. He is great fun to be around and as grandma I can be silly with him.
But the best bit about being his grandma, I can send him home when I've had enough!
Kalem never stops moving, he is constantly looking for something to touch, eat, pull apart and investigate. He is amazed by the smallest of things, like how a worm keeps moving when you chop it in half (actually, so am I) and spiders webs. He loves getting dirty in the garden or anywhere else. He likes splashing in puddles and running in the rain. He sometimes even likes sitting still and drawing pictures for grandma but not for long though! When he shouts, 'Grandma' my heart leaps and when he runs into my arms for a kiss and a cuddle I melt. He is great fun to be around and as grandma I can be silly with him.
But the best bit about being his grandma, I can send him home when I've had enough!
Sunday 9 September 2007
J is for Jamie
Jamie is my youngest son. As I've explained in an older post, he is Special Needs. He was born 9 weeks early, weighing just over 2lbs. He came home at 4 months old and just never progressed. By the time he was 10 months old I knew there was something wrong. He wasn't rolling over, sitting up, trying to crawl or reacting to people. I managed to get him into an assessment program where they decided he was Special Needs but didn't know what was actually wrong with him. At 18 months he was seen by a genetisist and I think the Lord was with me that day. The doctor we saw had written his thesis on Dubowitz Syndrome so knew as soon as we walked in the room what was wrong with Jamie. I was given some information on it but there wasn't much known about it really. Unfortunately, Jamie has it in it's most severe form so his outlook wasn't good. It was probable he wouldn't walk, talk or look after himself.
However, owing to great perserverance and excellent Special Needs schooling, Jamie walked at three years, began to form words at five years, feed himself at six years, toilet himself at 10 years.
He is still very far from being able to look after himself and will never actually be able to live independantly but he has made great strides in his life. Every new skill he learns is a great achievement. He will always have the mental ability of a five/six year old but that doesn't matter to us. He is a happy, sociable boy who loves being around people. He loves going to church, to parties, to the theatre and restaurants. His great love is music, especially the guitar. He has never been able to learn to play but he strums his guitar and sings his songs in his own special way.
As Mormons, we believe that people like Jamie are valiant, perfect spirits who have no need to be tested like the rest of us. They will go straight back to God's presence and live with him. So it is one of the greatest blessings to have the chance to nurture them in our families.
I consider it an honour to have Jamie in my life. He is my precious treasure who teaches me many things, like patience and the joy simple things bring in life. I love him just the way he is and would never change my special boy.
However, owing to great perserverance and excellent Special Needs schooling, Jamie walked at three years, began to form words at five years, feed himself at six years, toilet himself at 10 years.
He is still very far from being able to look after himself and will never actually be able to live independantly but he has made great strides in his life. Every new skill he learns is a great achievement. He will always have the mental ability of a five/six year old but that doesn't matter to us. He is a happy, sociable boy who loves being around people. He loves going to church, to parties, to the theatre and restaurants. His great love is music, especially the guitar. He has never been able to learn to play but he strums his guitar and sings his songs in his own special way.
As Mormons, we believe that people like Jamie are valiant, perfect spirits who have no need to be tested like the rest of us. They will go straight back to God's presence and live with him. So it is one of the greatest blessings to have the chance to nurture them in our families.
I consider it an honour to have Jamie in my life. He is my precious treasure who teaches me many things, like patience and the joy simple things bring in life. I love him just the way he is and would never change my special boy.
Sky+
We just got Sky+ and I love it!
Our video broke down a couple of weeks ago and we've been considering getting a Freeview Hard drive box. Then we saw the advert for Sky+. The last time I enquired about it Sky weren't in a position where they had competition so it would have cost me £199 to get the box, £50 fitting and £20 extra a month on my subscription because we have multiroom. I wasn't paying that and felt that as a loyal customer for over 10 years they should be offering me something a little better!
Then came Virgin Media. Now Sky has competition from Mr Branson and even BT are bringing out a box so they have had to back track to keep their customer base. The advert said, one off payment of £99, free fitting and no extra to pay each month. Woooohoooo, I was in the market for that!
So now we have a shiny new Sky+ box. Why do I love it, you're asking? Well......
I NEVER HAVE TO MISS CORONATION STREET EVER AGAIN, OR EASTENDERS, OR MEDIUM, OR LOST OR ANYTHING ELSE!!!!!!!!!
You think that's sad don't you? I know you do, LOL. But honestly how many times have you been in that situation where you are so looking forward to just sitting down and relaxing in front of the telly to watch a program and the phone rings, the doorbell goes, somebody needs feeding, etc, etc. You have to miss half of the program and can't get into it once you've missed the beginning. Or you miss it all and it's the vital conclusion to a series. It's annoying isn't it!
Well with Sky+ that never has to happen. You can pause live tv, I know how cool is that! You press the pause button and it stops the programme then you press play and it starts from where you paused it. Or you can record it onto the hard drive and save till later. But the best thing is the Series Link. You record the first episode, press Series Link and it remembers and records every episode for you. I'll never have to miss an episode of Lost or CSI again.
I love modern technology!
Our video broke down a couple of weeks ago and we've been considering getting a Freeview Hard drive box. Then we saw the advert for Sky+. The last time I enquired about it Sky weren't in a position where they had competition so it would have cost me £199 to get the box, £50 fitting and £20 extra a month on my subscription because we have multiroom. I wasn't paying that and felt that as a loyal customer for over 10 years they should be offering me something a little better!
Then came Virgin Media. Now Sky has competition from Mr Branson and even BT are bringing out a box so they have had to back track to keep their customer base. The advert said, one off payment of £99, free fitting and no extra to pay each month. Woooohoooo, I was in the market for that!
So now we have a shiny new Sky+ box. Why do I love it, you're asking? Well......
I NEVER HAVE TO MISS CORONATION STREET EVER AGAIN, OR EASTENDERS, OR MEDIUM, OR LOST OR ANYTHING ELSE!!!!!!!!!
You think that's sad don't you? I know you do, LOL. But honestly how many times have you been in that situation where you are so looking forward to just sitting down and relaxing in front of the telly to watch a program and the phone rings, the doorbell goes, somebody needs feeding, etc, etc. You have to miss half of the program and can't get into it once you've missed the beginning. Or you miss it all and it's the vital conclusion to a series. It's annoying isn't it!
Well with Sky+ that never has to happen. You can pause live tv, I know how cool is that! You press the pause button and it stops the programme then you press play and it starts from where you paused it. Or you can record it onto the hard drive and save till later. But the best thing is the Series Link. You record the first episode, press Series Link and it remembers and records every episode for you. I'll never have to miss an episode of Lost or CSI again.
I love modern technology!
Friday 31 August 2007
I is for Ice-Cream
I've loved ice-cream ever since I was a little girl. I love it in any flavour (except chocolate), adorned with sauce, with nuts, as it comes, luxury types, ordinary types, with fruit in or without. It's fair to say I just adore it, in all it's forms.
When I was young, the Seargents ice-cream van used to stop right outside our house, at least twice a day and I always had to have one. I was lucky enough to have five uncles and an aunty who all lived just three houses away from us, so there was always somebody around who would buy me one. I developed chillblains on my lips because I ate so much of it! But Seargents ice-cream is so creamy and delicious you just have to keep eating it. It is sooooo much nicer than any other ice-cream I have ever tasted. I haven't had a Seargents for many years, they don't have an ice-cream van anymore. You only see them at things like village shows and one of the village pubs sells it with their puddings so it isn't readily available. Good job!
Now, I buy my ice-cream from the supermarket. You can get some really good ones these days, like Carte D'Or and HaagenDaaz (sp!). But even the supermarket's own brands are getting better. I have to limit myself to a carton once a month. I can eat a 2 litre carton in one sitting, without any trouble, so you see my predicament. If I eat it any more often it will just add to the extra pounds I'm already carrying.
Don't you think I'm good, seeing how much I love it.
When I was young, the Seargents ice-cream van used to stop right outside our house, at least twice a day and I always had to have one. I was lucky enough to have five uncles and an aunty who all lived just three houses away from us, so there was always somebody around who would buy me one. I developed chillblains on my lips because I ate so much of it! But Seargents ice-cream is so creamy and delicious you just have to keep eating it. It is sooooo much nicer than any other ice-cream I have ever tasted. I haven't had a Seargents for many years, they don't have an ice-cream van anymore. You only see them at things like village shows and one of the village pubs sells it with their puddings so it isn't readily available. Good job!
Now, I buy my ice-cream from the supermarket. You can get some really good ones these days, like Carte D'Or and HaagenDaaz (sp!). But even the supermarket's own brands are getting better. I have to limit myself to a carton once a month. I can eat a 2 litre carton in one sitting, without any trouble, so you see my predicament. If I eat it any more often it will just add to the extra pounds I'm already carrying.
Don't you think I'm good, seeing how much I love it.
Sunday 26 August 2007
H is for Husband
My husband, John, is my soulmate. I know that God sent him to me because we are so good together.
We met 15 years ago, just after I had left my first husband. I was totally off men, never wanted anything to do with them, ever again, I hated men - get the picture!
My friend, Pam, was remarrying her first husband and insisted I had to go on her hen night. I didn't want to go out, I just wanted to hide away and lick my wounds but I forced myself.
We went to a local nightclub and I had to say I was enjoying myself, dancing and having a laugh with the girls. Suddenly this strange guy picked me up, whirled me around, put me down and announced, 'I'm going to marry you.' That was my first experience of John.
We danced and laughed the night away. He walked me out of the club at the end of the night and as I was walking away he grabbed me and said 'I haven't had a kiss goodnight,' then he kissed me in front of a crowd of hundreds, just like in the movies, where the hero bends the heroine over his arm. He got a rousing cheer and applause from the audience!
We agreed to meet the following week and we have been together ever since. On our first proper date we talked as if we were old friends and he constantly made me laugh. I felt so comfortable with him and knew we would stay together. People tried to tell me I was rushing into things, or that it was a rebound thing but I knew I'd found 'The One'. My divorce came through in January 1993 and we married on 13th February 1993.
Over the years, I have grown to love him more and more. We fit together perfectly, we can talk to each other about anything and we trust each other implicitly. John is my rock when I need help, he has a way of keeping my spirits up and making me believe that things are never as bad as they seem. He has loved my four boys as if they were his own, from the moment he met them and they all love and respect him as a father.
He isn't perfect and there are times I could cheerfully throttle him, but he probably feels like that about me, sometimes! John understands me and takes me as I am. He loves me for who I am, warts and all. He makes me laugh, sometimes he makes me cry but he always, without fail, makes me feel special.
I want to grow old with this man!
We met 15 years ago, just after I had left my first husband. I was totally off men, never wanted anything to do with them, ever again, I hated men - get the picture!
My friend, Pam, was remarrying her first husband and insisted I had to go on her hen night. I didn't want to go out, I just wanted to hide away and lick my wounds but I forced myself.
We went to a local nightclub and I had to say I was enjoying myself, dancing and having a laugh with the girls. Suddenly this strange guy picked me up, whirled me around, put me down and announced, 'I'm going to marry you.' That was my first experience of John.
We danced and laughed the night away. He walked me out of the club at the end of the night and as I was walking away he grabbed me and said 'I haven't had a kiss goodnight,' then he kissed me in front of a crowd of hundreds, just like in the movies, where the hero bends the heroine over his arm. He got a rousing cheer and applause from the audience!
We agreed to meet the following week and we have been together ever since. On our first proper date we talked as if we were old friends and he constantly made me laugh. I felt so comfortable with him and knew we would stay together. People tried to tell me I was rushing into things, or that it was a rebound thing but I knew I'd found 'The One'. My divorce came through in January 1993 and we married on 13th February 1993.
Over the years, I have grown to love him more and more. We fit together perfectly, we can talk to each other about anything and we trust each other implicitly. John is my rock when I need help, he has a way of keeping my spirits up and making me believe that things are never as bad as they seem. He has loved my four boys as if they were his own, from the moment he met them and they all love and respect him as a father.
He isn't perfect and there are times I could cheerfully throttle him, but he probably feels like that about me, sometimes! John understands me and takes me as I am. He loves me for who I am, warts and all. He makes me laugh, sometimes he makes me cry but he always, without fail, makes me feel special.
I want to grow old with this man!
Friday 24 August 2007
What Is This Country Coming To?
Our country is reeling in shock today over the shooting of an eleven year old boy by a teenager on a BMX bike. We are shaking our heads and wondering how this can happen in a country that has such strict gun laws. We don't consider it normal for people to own guns. Even our police officers aren't armed, so how can this happen here? That's the question on all British lips today.
But the sad fact is that there is a growing gun culture amongst our youth. They can buy one for as little as £50. That's peanuts to some of our youth, who receive nearly that much in pocket money.
Some will blame the parents of this teenage killer, who apparently shot the little boy dead without flinching, some will blame the police for not doing enough, some will blame society, but when this killer is finally brought to justice will the blame be placed squarely where it belongs, on his shoulders?
This is why we have a growing gang culture, youth violence that is escalating to murder and people being terrorised in their own communties. Because every time these thugs are brought to court there is always somebody who will excuse their behaviour and blame it on somebody or something else. The blame needs putting on those responsible and they need to be treated like the criminals they are and given appropriate punishment.
What's the use in having them sign a piece of paper that says, 'yes, I'm bad but I'll try to be better.' That's the newest initiative from our Government - an Acceptable Behaviour Contract. They seem to think it will make our streets safer and have an impact on our youth, if they have to admit they are naughty, sign a bit of paper that says they are and promise to behave because they have signed. Oh yeah, I'm sure that's gonna work!!!
For all of us who have kids out there, how many times have you said to them, 'Don't do that again.' And how many times have they replied, 'I won't.' And how many times did they go right out and do it again? Well, there's your answer to how much use those ABC's are going to be.
If the government wants to stop these awful crimes from happening they need to get serious and start giving the police more powers to arrest and make the courts hand out proper punishments that fit the crimes.
I don't see that happening any time soon, do you?
But the sad fact is that there is a growing gun culture amongst our youth. They can buy one for as little as £50. That's peanuts to some of our youth, who receive nearly that much in pocket money.
Some will blame the parents of this teenage killer, who apparently shot the little boy dead without flinching, some will blame the police for not doing enough, some will blame society, but when this killer is finally brought to justice will the blame be placed squarely where it belongs, on his shoulders?
This is why we have a growing gang culture, youth violence that is escalating to murder and people being terrorised in their own communties. Because every time these thugs are brought to court there is always somebody who will excuse their behaviour and blame it on somebody or something else. The blame needs putting on those responsible and they need to be treated like the criminals they are and given appropriate punishment.
What's the use in having them sign a piece of paper that says, 'yes, I'm bad but I'll try to be better.' That's the newest initiative from our Government - an Acceptable Behaviour Contract. They seem to think it will make our streets safer and have an impact on our youth, if they have to admit they are naughty, sign a bit of paper that says they are and promise to behave because they have signed. Oh yeah, I'm sure that's gonna work!!!
For all of us who have kids out there, how many times have you said to them, 'Don't do that again.' And how many times have they replied, 'I won't.' And how many times did they go right out and do it again? Well, there's your answer to how much use those ABC's are going to be.
If the government wants to stop these awful crimes from happening they need to get serious and start giving the police more powers to arrest and make the courts hand out proper punishments that fit the crimes.
I don't see that happening any time soon, do you?
Thursday 23 August 2007
G is for Girlfriends
Every woman needs girlfriends. I'm not talking about the ones we pass the time of day with or meet up with now and again. I'm talking real girlfriends, the ones you know will still like you after you've done, or said, something really stupid. The ones you can tell your deepest, darkest thoughts to and they keep it to themselves. The ones who are always there, no matter what time of day or night, to lend an ear or a shoulder.
I have been blessed with three such friends in my life.
Pam is my oldest friend, I've known her since we were both young mums together. We've laughed and cried together many times, over many things. We've helped each other through our divorces, childhood traumas and teenage tantrums. And we can go weeks without seeing each other but pick up our friendship as if we'd met just yesterday.
Then there is Sue. She is a rock that we all cling to. She is one of the craziest people I know, she can make you laugh with just a look, her parties are legendary and she has a knack of cheering up the gloomiest mood. We all send for Sue when we are ill, frightened, miserable or needy. She gives her time, her very sage advice and her help, whenever she is called. But she isn't a pushover by any means. She doesn't suffer fools gladly and she'll tell you straight what she thinks of you. There's no beating about the bush with Sue. I love spending time with her and her husband Alan, who is a perfect foil for her. They fit together so well and balance each other. I've known them for about fourteen years and they are my best friends.
And then there is Helen. She is totally ditzy. She has blonde moments more often than blondes do. But she has the wonderful ability to laugh at herself. She will listen to your troubles and comfort you when you need it. And she will help anybody in any way she can. I value her friendship so much.
These three girlfriends make my life so much richer. I thank the Lord for them and their differences and hope I give them as much pleasure as they give me.
I have been blessed with three such friends in my life.
Pam is my oldest friend, I've known her since we were both young mums together. We've laughed and cried together many times, over many things. We've helped each other through our divorces, childhood traumas and teenage tantrums. And we can go weeks without seeing each other but pick up our friendship as if we'd met just yesterday.
Then there is Sue. She is a rock that we all cling to. She is one of the craziest people I know, she can make you laugh with just a look, her parties are legendary and she has a knack of cheering up the gloomiest mood. We all send for Sue when we are ill, frightened, miserable or needy. She gives her time, her very sage advice and her help, whenever she is called. But she isn't a pushover by any means. She doesn't suffer fools gladly and she'll tell you straight what she thinks of you. There's no beating about the bush with Sue. I love spending time with her and her husband Alan, who is a perfect foil for her. They fit together so well and balance each other. I've known them for about fourteen years and they are my best friends.
And then there is Helen. She is totally ditzy. She has blonde moments more often than blondes do. But she has the wonderful ability to laugh at herself. She will listen to your troubles and comfort you when you need it. And she will help anybody in any way she can. I value her friendship so much.
These three girlfriends make my life so much richer. I thank the Lord for them and their differences and hope I give them as much pleasure as they give me.
Wednesday 22 August 2007
F is for Faith
My faith is very important to me. I am a member of the LDS church or Mormon as we are commonly called, owing to us believing in the Book of Mormon as well as the Bible. I am a second generation Mormon. My parents were baptized almost 50 years ago. My siblings and I were brought up to live the principles of our gospel.
I have to say I didn't always believe in it. During my early teens I strayed and refused to have anything to do with the church or it's teachings. Then I met and married my first husband who wanted to investigate the church so I started going back and found my testimony once more. We were sealed together in the Temple and led a full and happy life in our church. Then my husband had an affair after 11 years of marriage. I was devastated, I didn't believe this could happen to a couple who were supposed to be working together to make a forever family. But being a member of the church doesn't stop the world from leaching in.
I had four children, my marriage was over and I slowly drifted away from the church again. I felt that the Lord had abandoned me so I abandoned him. I lived a life that was totally out of accord with the church's teachings, for a second time. I stayed that way for many years.
I wasn't unhappy though. I met and married a wonderful man who loves me and my children and who has given us a very happy life. I made some very good friends who continue to be there for me at all times and I thought my life was complete again.
But I always felt that one day, when my scars had healed, I would return to my faith. That time came a last year, when a wonderful missionary couple, Elder and sister Barnley, came to work in Scunthorpe. They visited me on several occasions. I rejected them but they kept coming. Eventually, I let them in and they started to love me back to the church. They listened to me without judgement and without any expectations but gradually helped me to see that I needed to be back where I belonged.
From the moment I walked back into church, I felt like I've come home. I have my faith back. I am reading my scriptures again and gaining spiritual strength from them. I know that God loves me, that Jesus is my Saviour and that he died for me and the Holy Ghost truly does surround us with his spirit.
It wasn't easy to change my lifestyle and to tell my friends I was changing it. But because they are true friends, they have accepted these changes without any ridicule or jibes. It wasn't easy to explain to my husband, who is a complete agnostic, that I wanted to return to church. But, again, because he truly loves me, he has accepted my life change without question.
I am so thankful that I have taken this step because my life is now back on the right track and I am once again truly happy and contented.
I have to say I didn't always believe in it. During my early teens I strayed and refused to have anything to do with the church or it's teachings. Then I met and married my first husband who wanted to investigate the church so I started going back and found my testimony once more. We were sealed together in the Temple and led a full and happy life in our church. Then my husband had an affair after 11 years of marriage. I was devastated, I didn't believe this could happen to a couple who were supposed to be working together to make a forever family. But being a member of the church doesn't stop the world from leaching in.
I had four children, my marriage was over and I slowly drifted away from the church again. I felt that the Lord had abandoned me so I abandoned him. I lived a life that was totally out of accord with the church's teachings, for a second time. I stayed that way for many years.
I wasn't unhappy though. I met and married a wonderful man who loves me and my children and who has given us a very happy life. I made some very good friends who continue to be there for me at all times and I thought my life was complete again.
But I always felt that one day, when my scars had healed, I would return to my faith. That time came a last year, when a wonderful missionary couple, Elder and sister Barnley, came to work in Scunthorpe. They visited me on several occasions. I rejected them but they kept coming. Eventually, I let them in and they started to love me back to the church. They listened to me without judgement and without any expectations but gradually helped me to see that I needed to be back where I belonged.
From the moment I walked back into church, I felt like I've come home. I have my faith back. I am reading my scriptures again and gaining spiritual strength from them. I know that God loves me, that Jesus is my Saviour and that he died for me and the Holy Ghost truly does surround us with his spirit.
It wasn't easy to change my lifestyle and to tell my friends I was changing it. But because they are true friends, they have accepted these changes without any ridicule or jibes. It wasn't easy to explain to my husband, who is a complete agnostic, that I wanted to return to church. But, again, because he truly loves me, he has accepted my life change without question.
I am so thankful that I have taken this step because my life is now back on the right track and I am once again truly happy and contented.
E is for Ears
Okay, you're thinking, EARS, IS THIS WOMAN CRAZY.
But I have a thing for ears, well cold ears, really. Ever since I can remember I've done this thing with my ears where I fold them into my earhole. It's a bit like a security blanket. I do it when I'm tired and just going off to sleep, when I'm reading, watching tv or just generally day dreaming. I only do it with cold ears though, it doesn't have the same effect when they're warm. And when I had my babies I found myself doing it to their ears. Because there is nothing squidgier than a baby's ear. And they are so soft. I really love babies ears.
So now you all know what a truly weird person I am. But you should really give it a try, it feels great.
But I have a thing for ears, well cold ears, really. Ever since I can remember I've done this thing with my ears where I fold them into my earhole. It's a bit like a security blanket. I do it when I'm tired and just going off to sleep, when I'm reading, watching tv or just generally day dreaming. I only do it with cold ears though, it doesn't have the same effect when they're warm. And when I had my babies I found myself doing it to their ears. Because there is nothing squidgier than a baby's ear. And they are so soft. I really love babies ears.
So now you all know what a truly weird person I am. But you should really give it a try, it feels great.
Tuesday 21 August 2007
I HAVE A CRAFT ROOM
Yeeeehaaaa, I actually have a craft room. Well, I have half a room for crafting in. After another of my fledglings left the nest, three months ago, I decided that instead of keeping a spare bed in Jamie's room for returning sons, I would finally have some space of my own. So, although I felt a pang of guilt (what if one of my babies needs to come back home, where will I put him, hey they're big boys now, they'll sleep on the sofa, see it was just a little pang), out went the old bed. Hubby and I then spent around 3 weeks decorating the room, because he works shifts we could only do bits here and there. It is finished and I have half of the bedroom set up for my crafting. It's so great to have somewhere to work on my scrapbooking.
Then, just as I was getting all complacent, we decided to have decoraters come in to do the hall, stairs, landing and Matt's bedroom. So all Matt's furniture is now residing in my craft room until it's finished. It should be done by the end of the week but I'm itching to get back in there already. When it's done and everything is back to normal (and I've tidied up my working area) I'll take some pictures for all you many people out there who view my blog.
You are out there, aren't you...........anybody.
Then, just as I was getting all complacent, we decided to have decoraters come in to do the hall, stairs, landing and Matt's bedroom. So all Matt's furniture is now residing in my craft room until it's finished. It should be done by the end of the week but I'm itching to get back in there already. When it's done and everything is back to normal (and I've tidied up my working area) I'll take some pictures for all you many people out there who view my blog.
You are out there, aren't you...........anybody.
Monday 20 August 2007
D is for Dad
He's always been my hero but there have been times when he's been embarrassing beyond belief. Like the time my sister and I were going to a tramp's ball at our church (early seventies, when these things were popular). Of course we were teenagers and no way were we going dressed as tramps but good old dad entered into the spirit of it, big time. He looked more like a tramp than a tramp would and he insisted on walking us to the dance. Guess how far in front we walked and how often we spoke to him? Dead right, about 2 miles and not at all.
Then there was the way he insisted on meeting us from school dances even after we reached the age of 14. Can you imagine what it was like having some handsome young lad ask if they could walk you home and have to tell them, 'Sorry, my dad's meeting me.' Not good at all.
And the time he came to fetch us home from a make-up party. Mum had told us we could stay late but dad turned up at 9.30 and insisted we had to go home. How long did it take for us to speak to him again? Three days.
But all in all my dad loves his family. He has always treated mum with respect and expected us to do the same. One thing he would never tolerate was disrespect to our elders. He worked hard to keep a roof over our heads and never had a day off unless he really had to. And when my maternal grandmother came to live with us he treated her with the greatest love and care until she died. My dad has taught me so much over the years and I'm so grateful to be his daughter. Like I said before, he is definitely my hero and I hope to have him around for many more years yet, even if he still has the power to embarrass me, occasionally.
Then there was the way he insisted on meeting us from school dances even after we reached the age of 14. Can you imagine what it was like having some handsome young lad ask if they could walk you home and have to tell them, 'Sorry, my dad's meeting me.' Not good at all.
And the time he came to fetch us home from a make-up party. Mum had told us we could stay late but dad turned up at 9.30 and insisted we had to go home. How long did it take for us to speak to him again? Three days.
But all in all my dad loves his family. He has always treated mum with respect and expected us to do the same. One thing he would never tolerate was disrespect to our elders. He worked hard to keep a roof over our heads and never had a day off unless he really had to. And when my maternal grandmother came to live with us he treated her with the greatest love and care until she died. My dad has taught me so much over the years and I'm so grateful to be his daughter. Like I said before, he is definitely my hero and I hope to have him around for many more years yet, even if he still has the power to embarrass me, occasionally.
Friday 17 August 2007
C is for Craig and Christopher
This one is for my two eldest boys.
Craig was born 9 weeks prem and weighed in at just 3lbs 4oz. I had a bad case of pre-eclampsia and had to have an emergency caesarean. Pretty scary for a first birth, I can tell you.
I wasn't able to see Craig because he was rushed off to another hospital, St James in Leeds, as his lung collapsed soon after birth and he needed better care than our hospital was able to give. So there I was, feeling like I'd been hit by a truck, wanting my baby and all I had was one of those awful Polaroids they leave beside your bed. No compensation, may I say.
I finally got to see him after two, very long, weeks. It was one of the most emotional points in my life. I wanted to hold him close and whisper in his little ear that I would always protect him but all I could do was stare at him through my tears and stroke him, occasionally, through the door in the incubator. But my boy was a fighter and after a couple of setbacks he began to gain in strength and pounds.
He came home at the age of two and a half months and he was the perfect baby. He only ever cried when he was hungry, he slept all night and was a happy little boy. He did everything on time, teething, talking, crawling, walking and was a joy to have around. He grew up to be a fine young man. He had his moods and sometimes he backchatted but all in all he never gave me a sleepless night. He has flown the nest and lives with his lovely partner, Kate.
Now, Christopher was a different kettle of fish, all together.
He was born three weeks early due to a mild case of pre-eclampsia, natural birth, induced. He came out fighting and never stopped. He weighed in at 5lbs 6oz so was just a bit small but otherwise healthy. He went home after three weeks and boy did we know he was there.
He cried incessantly and around 6pm every night he would set up screaming at top lung capacity. Nothing and nobody could quieten him and the only thing he was screaming for was screaming's sake. That would last about two hours then he would go off to sleep, and around 3am, wake up ready to play, for another two hours. That went on for 18 months and I was like a walking zombie doing everything on automatic pilot.
But as Chris grew his lovely personality started to shine through. He has a very happy outlook on life. He was always laughing and was eager to do anything just so long as he was moving. He was rebellious, though and hated being told no to anything. And from the age of 12 he got into more trouble than any boy should.
I was soon on first names terms with most of the local police and solicitors, almost had my own seat at the court house and police station and felt like wringing my boy's neck just around every hour of every day. But at the age of 16, one very wise policemen gave Chris, the talking to that turned his lfe around. He stopped getting into trouble and became the charming young man that I knew was hiding in there. He met his partner, Leah, when he was 16 and they now have their own home and my two beautiful grandchildren, Kalem and Lacey. Chris is a devoted dad who works hard for his family. He is also starting to understand what a trial he was to bring up, thanks to Kalem who is just as mischievous as he once was.
Craig was born 9 weeks prem and weighed in at just 3lbs 4oz. I had a bad case of pre-eclampsia and had to have an emergency caesarean. Pretty scary for a first birth, I can tell you.
I wasn't able to see Craig because he was rushed off to another hospital, St James in Leeds, as his lung collapsed soon after birth and he needed better care than our hospital was able to give. So there I was, feeling like I'd been hit by a truck, wanting my baby and all I had was one of those awful Polaroids they leave beside your bed. No compensation, may I say.
I finally got to see him after two, very long, weeks. It was one of the most emotional points in my life. I wanted to hold him close and whisper in his little ear that I would always protect him but all I could do was stare at him through my tears and stroke him, occasionally, through the door in the incubator. But my boy was a fighter and after a couple of setbacks he began to gain in strength and pounds.
He came home at the age of two and a half months and he was the perfect baby. He only ever cried when he was hungry, he slept all night and was a happy little boy. He did everything on time, teething, talking, crawling, walking and was a joy to have around. He grew up to be a fine young man. He had his moods and sometimes he backchatted but all in all he never gave me a sleepless night. He has flown the nest and lives with his lovely partner, Kate.
Now, Christopher was a different kettle of fish, all together.
He was born three weeks early due to a mild case of pre-eclampsia, natural birth, induced. He came out fighting and never stopped. He weighed in at 5lbs 6oz so was just a bit small but otherwise healthy. He went home after three weeks and boy did we know he was there.
He cried incessantly and around 6pm every night he would set up screaming at top lung capacity. Nothing and nobody could quieten him and the only thing he was screaming for was screaming's sake. That would last about two hours then he would go off to sleep, and around 3am, wake up ready to play, for another two hours. That went on for 18 months and I was like a walking zombie doing everything on automatic pilot.
But as Chris grew his lovely personality started to shine through. He has a very happy outlook on life. He was always laughing and was eager to do anything just so long as he was moving. He was rebellious, though and hated being told no to anything. And from the age of 12 he got into more trouble than any boy should.
I was soon on first names terms with most of the local police and solicitors, almost had my own seat at the court house and police station and felt like wringing my boy's neck just around every hour of every day. But at the age of 16, one very wise policemen gave Chris, the talking to that turned his lfe around. He stopped getting into trouble and became the charming young man that I knew was hiding in there. He met his partner, Leah, when he was 16 and they now have their own home and my two beautiful grandchildren, Kalem and Lacey. Chris is a devoted dad who works hard for his family. He is also starting to understand what a trial he was to bring up, thanks to Kalem who is just as mischievous as he once was.
Tuesday 14 August 2007
Encyclopedia of Me
B is for Boys
Well it had to be that, didn't it, seeing as I'm the mother of four of them. Everytime I was pregnant I thought,'this one will be a girl'. But, no, each time out popped another little boy. Not that I'm complaining because I love my boys but it would have been nice to have a daughter to share girly things with. I never got the chance to dress up a little me in frilly dresses, tie ribbons in her hair, buy dollies and prams or share makeup and fashion tips. Yet I haven't regretted one minute of my life with my boys.
I've had to be tough, mind you. Being the only woman in a house of men, you can easily get to be the one who runs around and does everything. Not me, I set the rules early on and made sure my boys knew how to vaccume, polish, wash pots and eventually cook. Discipline wasn't always easy but I always had the respect of my boys. They haven't been angels, by any stretch of the imagination, but they have all grown up to be well adjusted, good young men. I am proud of each one of them for their own achievements and love them dearly. I wouldn't give them up for a whole giggle of girls.
And now, after 23 years I have the little girl I always wanted in my beautiful granddaughter, Lacey. So, get ready girl, there are a whole lot of frillies and dollies coming your way. I have a lot of years to catch up on.
Well it had to be that, didn't it, seeing as I'm the mother of four of them. Everytime I was pregnant I thought,'this one will be a girl'. But, no, each time out popped another little boy. Not that I'm complaining because I love my boys but it would have been nice to have a daughter to share girly things with. I never got the chance to dress up a little me in frilly dresses, tie ribbons in her hair, buy dollies and prams or share makeup and fashion tips. Yet I haven't regretted one minute of my life with my boys.
I've had to be tough, mind you. Being the only woman in a house of men, you can easily get to be the one who runs around and does everything. Not me, I set the rules early on and made sure my boys knew how to vaccume, polish, wash pots and eventually cook. Discipline wasn't always easy but I always had the respect of my boys. They haven't been angels, by any stretch of the imagination, but they have all grown up to be well adjusted, good young men. I am proud of each one of them for their own achievements and love them dearly. I wouldn't give them up for a whole giggle of girls.
And now, after 23 years I have the little girl I always wanted in my beautiful granddaughter, Lacey. So, get ready girl, there are a whole lot of frillies and dollies coming your way. I have a lot of years to catch up on.
Sunday 12 August 2007
Encyclopedia of Me
I saw this on a blog I was reading recently and thought, 'what a great idea.' I'm going to write (or rather TRY and write) something relative to me for each letter of the alphabet. I'm also going to try and do a scrap page to go with as many letters as possible. So here it is:-
A is for Ageing
When I was a teenager I thought anybody who was over 40 was really old, LOL, and here I am aged 46 and still feeling like a teenager (well sometimes). Yes, I am officially middle aged. I have to wear glasses for reading (I never thought that day would come), I don't know any of the popular songs or artists, I'd rather curl up in front of the telly on a Saturday than go out and spending time with friends is all about recipes, grandchildren and the latest bargains at Asda instead of boys, music, fashion and boys.
But hey, that's a good thing, because making mistakes, even big, hurtful, heartbreaking ones, is what shapes our lives, what gives it the richness, the color and the memories we like to laugh or cry about as we grow older. So ageing can be fun or boring, whichever you want but we all have to do it. I want to grow old disgracefully so I try to keep a sense of the ridiculous in my heart at all times, I laugh at least once a day, mostly at myself, and I try to act like a teenager at least once a week.
But the best thing about ageing is, I get to dispense my wisdom to all the youngsters whether they like it or not.
A is for Ageing
When I was a teenager I thought anybody who was over 40 was really old, LOL, and here I am aged 46 and still feeling like a teenager (well sometimes). Yes, I am officially middle aged. I have to wear glasses for reading (I never thought that day would come), I don't know any of the popular songs or artists, I'd rather curl up in front of the telly on a Saturday than go out and spending time with friends is all about recipes, grandchildren and the latest bargains at Asda instead of boys, music, fashion and boys.
Here's me from baby to adult.
When I was young, I thought I would rather be dead than old as it seemed so boring but now
I'm here it's anything but boring. I've found that ageing isn't really that bad if you do it properly. I've made many mistakes over the years but I've also learned some lessons that the younger me could have really benefitted from. I now know you can wear comfortable shoes, that look just as good and feel sooo much better than killer heels, on a night out and it won't mean the difference between marriage and spinsterhood. And going out with somebody just because they are handsome/have money/you have nobody else isn't a good idea. The truth is, though, that the young don't appreciate good advice from the old.But hey, that's a good thing, because making mistakes, even big, hurtful, heartbreaking ones, is what shapes our lives, what gives it the richness, the color and the memories we like to laugh or cry about as we grow older. So ageing can be fun or boring, whichever you want but we all have to do it. I want to grow old disgracefully so I try to keep a sense of the ridiculous in my heart at all times, I laugh at least once a day, mostly at myself, and I try to act like a teenager at least once a week.
But the best thing about ageing is, I get to dispense my wisdom to all the youngsters whether they like it or not.
Tuesday 31 July 2007
Accidents Happen
Had a bit of an accident, last night. I was watering the pots in the back garden (I know, I know why would I be doing that after all the rain, but it hasn't rained here for a few days and heads were drooping), was dragging the hosepipe around to the front garden and got it twisted around my leg. I pulled and the hosepipe yanked me off my feet. I flew forward with the house wall looming towards me and smacked right into it. I sank like a sack of spuds, blood pouring from my nose and head. Of course, hubby was at work at the time so I shouted my neighbours kids, who were playing in their garden. They fetched my friend, Sue, who had to drive me to casualty.
Luckily, nothing is broken but suffice it to say, I won't be entering any beauty contests for a while.
Doctor said to take regular painkillers and rest quietly for a couple of days. Today, I feel as if I've been hit by a train so I am definitely taking that advice. And public appearances will be cancelled for the near future, too.
Doctor said to take regular painkillers and rest quietly for a couple of days. Today, I feel as if I've been hit by a train so I am definitely taking that advice. And public appearances will be cancelled for the near future, too.Sunday 1 July 2007
Rain, Rain Go Away
It is still raining here. We have had around three days, since we came home from holiday, that it hasn't rained. We have been lucky enough to escape any major flooding here. The main road into Scunthorpe town centre flooded, last Monday, and one or two roads had slight flooding but as a town we have been mainly free of it. Some villages around us have had bad flooding though. I feel for the poor people who have had to suffer it but am also relieved we have escaped. I would hate to be flooded out and then have all the awful mess to clean up.
Oh boy, the sun has come out whilst I've been typing. It is shining in a blue sky and the cloud is clearing. Is there hope of a summer actually starting? Maybe, maybe not. Knowing Britain anything could happen.
What really confuses me, though, is how we are so unprepared when these things happen. We are a country that has bad weather all year round yet everything comes to a standstill. There is never any kind of preparation and roads close, schools shut, businesses close. Why after all these years do we still face these weather extremes with panic instead of preparation?
Hmmm, could it be that thing called money? You know, the stuff we pay as taxes that gets spent on councillors holidays (sorry, research trips), building new council offices when the old one is still functional or local police houses that they cannot man instead of better drainage, flood defenses and road clearing.
Okay, rant over. The sun is still shining and all is well, for now.
Oh boy, the sun has come out whilst I've been typing. It is shining in a blue sky and the cloud is clearing. Is there hope of a summer actually starting? Maybe, maybe not. Knowing Britain anything could happen.
What really confuses me, though, is how we are so unprepared when these things happen. We are a country that has bad weather all year round yet everything comes to a standstill. There is never any kind of preparation and roads close, schools shut, businesses close. Why after all these years do we still face these weather extremes with panic instead of preparation?
Hmmm, could it be that thing called money? You know, the stuff we pay as taxes that gets spent on councillors holidays (sorry, research trips), building new council offices when the old one is still functional or local police houses that they cannot man instead of better drainage, flood defenses and road clearing.
Okay, rant over. The sun is still shining and all is well, for now.
Thursday 21 June 2007
Two Weeks in Turkey
We've just come home from our holiday in Turkey. Actually we arrived home at 7a.m. Monday morning. Night flights are so awful. We flew at 3.20am (Turkey time, 2 hours in front of us) and it's a 4 and half hour flight. We were absolutely cream crackered. But the holiday was fab.
The Turkish people are so friendly and everywhere was so clean. The only down side was the constant hassle to get you in the bars and restaurants. If you like designer goods and are not to bothered about the fact that they are genuine fake then Turkey is shopping heaven. You can get 5 'designer' t-shirts for a tenner, 4 'designer' leather purses for a tenner, leather 'designer' handbags for as little as a tenner. You do have the option of bartering, as all the shopkeepers want a sale, if you think something is to expensive. I bartered for a leather D&G handbag and got it for £10 instead of the original £40.
We left Turkey in 25 degree heat and landed back in Doncaster to rain, clouds and a bracing 13 degrees. Way to go England.
Typical British Summer.
The Turkish people are so friendly and everywhere was so clean. The only down side was the constant hassle to get you in the bars and restaurants. If you like designer goods and are not to bothered about the fact that they are genuine fake then Turkey is shopping heaven. You can get 5 'designer' t-shirts for a tenner, 4 'designer' leather purses for a tenner, leather 'designer' handbags for as little as a tenner. You do have the option of bartering, as all the shopkeepers want a sale, if you think something is to expensive. I bartered for a leather D&G handbag and got it for £10 instead of the original £40.
We left Turkey in 25 degree heat and landed back in Doncaster to rain, clouds and a bracing 13 degrees. Way to go England.
Typical British Summer.
Monday 28 May 2007
The Garden is Finished
Oh Joy, my garden is finished.
Anyway, here's the pics of my garden now it's done.
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Actually it was finished a week ago, but haven't been able to get any photos until now because of the lousy weather. We have had this lovely garden to enjoy and have only had one day, since it was finished, to actually use it. And we spent that tidying and placing pots and ornaments so we still haven't really sat and relaxed in it yet.
We go on holiday to Turkey in six days and the weather forecast is such that we will still be admiring it from the kitchen window, through the rain. I really wanted to have a 'Garden Is Finished Barbie' before we went away but I don't think it's gonna happen.
Anyway, here's the pics of my garden now it's done.
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Thursday 17 May 2007
The Black Hole
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This is the LO for the weekly challenge on UKS. It had to be movie/sci-fi themed so I chose my black hole!
The garden has been finished for two weeks now apart from this hole. The suppliers ran out of dye to make the circle slabs so we've had to wait for them.
The slabs arrived yesterday afternoon but now the horrible rainy weather is holding it up. It has rained solid for a week now. Our workman can't do anything until the sand dries out so we need a few dry days. Can't see that happening any time soon. It is dry today but is really cloudy and rain is forecast for the evening.
My DH showed the LO to the workman when he delivered the slabs, yesterday, and he thought it was hilarious. Wish I could be so jolly about it but it's starting to annoy me now. I just want it finished. I've planted all my pots and planters but can't place them until the slabs are laid. Hopefully, I'll have better news on Monday.
Wednesday 2 May 2007
Garden is Taking Shape
The garden is coming along nicely now. The guy who is doing the work only has one arm and he has done everything by himself. He lifts the slabs, cuts them to size, wheelbarrows the cement and lays them. I think he is amazing. It just shows you that a disability is only that if you make it one. Here are some recent photos of the work.
He has done more today but haven't taken any photos of that yet. The hole at the top on the second pic is for a circle to go in but the supplier hasn't got another set until Monday. So we will have a lovely garden, all finished by Friday, with a gaping great hole that will not be filled until Wednesday. Oh well, them's the breaks I suppose. Pity though, I wanted to titivate over the weekend with all my new pots. Well, hopefully, at the end of next week, I can unveil my wonderful new FINISHED garden to everybody.
Tuesday 17 April 2007
Garden Makeover Has Begun
The day has arrived for operation Garden Makeover. My garden is no more. Kev started work today and has finished digging up and clearing the garden. This is what it looked like before he started. You can see how overgrown it had become. Not the lovely garden I had to start with. I must get some photos sorted of the garden when it was first done and how nice it looked.
And this is what the garden looks like now it has been cleared. Sad isn't it but it will look great once it is finished, well so Kev tells me anyway. He will not start laying the slabs until Monday as he has to level and pack the ground down first so will take more photos then.
Wednesday 28 March 2007
Good News
Had to take Jamie to Hull Royal Infirmary today to see an orthopaedic consultant.
Jamie's feet have been turning inwards for several years and he has been wearing splints for two years to help with the problem. He also walks from his hips i.e. he swings from the hips when walking. Add to this that he has no awareness of anything around him, if he spots something to head for that's all he 'sees', no humps, bumps, potholes or kerbs and his walking can be pretty bad at times. He has had a wheelchair for several months, for long distance treks, as his feet soon begin to hurt owing to the effort he puts in.
Anyway, last year Jamie's paediatrician (fantastic doctor Evans) referred him to an orthopod for an opinion on possibility of an op. I have to say I wasn't looking forward to this. My beautiful 17 year old niece has cerebral palsy and had an op, to help her walk without splints, four years ago. She went (very bravely) through immense pain and was bedridden for around six months, then had to have painful physio and basically relearn how to walk. She still doesn't walk properly but she can now walk without splints and doesn't need her wheelchair. But having watched her go through all that and seen the stress it put her parents under, I was dreading having to go through a similar scenario with Jamie. Mainly because he would never be able to understand why or what it was all for, given the level of his disability.
So today was the day we finally got to see said orthopod. Mr Johnson (top consultant for this area, no less) was very thorough and asked many questions about Jamie's health and how he coped with walking etc. He took Jamie for a walk round,with and without splints, and manipulated his legs and hips every which way. His decision --------NO OP NEEDED.
He felt Jamie coped well with his splints and that his problems came more from his hips than his feet. He said the only reason he would consider an op worthwhile was if Jamie was tripping over his own feet, which isn't the case. He would have to have four seperate ops, involving breaking bones and fitting plates, which Mr Johnson felt would be far to traumatic for Jamie and far to hard for us to cope with the aftercare involved and it wouldn't make his walking much better than it is now.
It was like a weight lifting off our shoulders. I love Jamie dearly and want the best for him but to have to make a decision like this was really worrying. Knowing what I would be putting him through, how do you decide what is best? Great pain and suffering for slightly better walking - or no pain, no suffering but wondering if he would end up in a wheelchair permanantly? Such a relief not to have to be in that position.
Dr Johnson wants to keep an eye on Jamie's progress so wants to see him once a year, in case there is a significant change and a rethink will be required. But for now we can go back to getting on with the daily grind and hope and pray change is not in the air.
Jamie's feet have been turning inwards for several years and he has been wearing splints for two years to help with the problem. He also walks from his hips i.e. he swings from the hips when walking. Add to this that he has no awareness of anything around him, if he spots something to head for that's all he 'sees', no humps, bumps, potholes or kerbs and his walking can be pretty bad at times. He has had a wheelchair for several months, for long distance treks, as his feet soon begin to hurt owing to the effort he puts in.
Anyway, last year Jamie's paediatrician (fantastic doctor Evans) referred him to an orthopod for an opinion on possibility of an op. I have to say I wasn't looking forward to this. My beautiful 17 year old niece has cerebral palsy and had an op, to help her walk without splints, four years ago. She went (very bravely) through immense pain and was bedridden for around six months, then had to have painful physio and basically relearn how to walk. She still doesn't walk properly but she can now walk without splints and doesn't need her wheelchair. But having watched her go through all that and seen the stress it put her parents under, I was dreading having to go through a similar scenario with Jamie. Mainly because he would never be able to understand why or what it was all for, given the level of his disability.
So today was the day we finally got to see said orthopod. Mr Johnson (top consultant for this area, no less) was very thorough and asked many questions about Jamie's health and how he coped with walking etc. He took Jamie for a walk round,with and without splints, and manipulated his legs and hips every which way. His decision --------NO OP NEEDED.
He felt Jamie coped well with his splints and that his problems came more from his hips than his feet. He said the only reason he would consider an op worthwhile was if Jamie was tripping over his own feet, which isn't the case. He would have to have four seperate ops, involving breaking bones and fitting plates, which Mr Johnson felt would be far to traumatic for Jamie and far to hard for us to cope with the aftercare involved and it wouldn't make his walking much better than it is now.
It was like a weight lifting off our shoulders. I love Jamie dearly and want the best for him but to have to make a decision like this was really worrying. Knowing what I would be putting him through, how do you decide what is best? Great pain and suffering for slightly better walking - or no pain, no suffering but wondering if he would end up in a wheelchair permanantly? Such a relief not to have to be in that position.
Dr Johnson wants to keep an eye on Jamie's progress so wants to see him once a year, in case there is a significant change and a rethink will be required. But for now we can go back to getting on with the daily grind and hope and pray change is not in the air.
Monday 26 March 2007
Spring Time Layout
This is my layout for UKS week 3 March challenge. I am the grand old age of 19 in this photo! Taken in York on a lovely spring day amongst the daffodils. I was really pleased with this layout. I feel I'm getting much more confident with techniques and inspiration for LO's now.
Today we have had no water since early morning because a major water main burst in the night. We weren't flooded like some poor homeowners but it really does make you realise just how much water you need in one day. Of course everywhere had sold out of bottled water by dinnertime. I was lucky enough to get plenty for our drinking needs though. My parents weren't affected so good old dad filled me some 5 gallon drums to use for flushing the toilet and washing up. Jamie got an unexpected day off school so he was happy. It is so horrible not being able to bath or shower and pouring buckets of water into the toilet to flush is no fun either. We've been told it will be around 10.30pm tonight before our supply is back on. We have no heating but it has been a mild day so it isn't to bad and we have the fire. I've put an extra blanket over Jamie's duvet so he's nice and toastie warm. I really hope it's back on before tomorrow or it's all round to mum's for a bath.
Sunday 18 March 2007
Happy Mother's Day
God was working late on the 6th day of creation when an angel came by and said, "Lord, why are you spending so much time on this?"
The Lord answered "This is a mother and I have many specifications to meet. She must be washable, have more than 200 moving parts, all of which must be replaceable, be able to function on all kinds of food, embrace several children at the same time, give a hug that can heal everything from a bruised knee to a broken heart and she must do all this with only two hands."
The angel was impressed, "Just two hands.....impossible! And this is the standard model? Why Lord that is far to much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish."
God stood back and declared, "No, she must be finished tonight and she will be my favourite creation. She will be able to work 18 hours in a day and cure herself when sick."
The angel touched the mother and said, "Lord, you have made her so soft."
"She is soft," said God, "but I have also made her strong. You can't imagine what she can endure and overcome."
"Can she think?" asked the angel.
"Not only that, she can negotiate and reason," said the Lord.
The angel touched the mother's cheek, "Lord, it seems your creation is leaking, you have put to many burdens on her."
"She isn't leaking, that is her tears," the Lord corrected the angel.
"What are they for?" asked the angel.
"Tears are her way of expressing her grief, her doubts, her love, her lonliness, her suffering and her pride."
The angel cried, "Lord you are a genius. You have thought of everything, A mother is indeed a marvellous creation!"
"Yes, she is," smiled the Lord, "and she would be perfect except for one flaw."
The angel looked puzzled, "What is it, Lord? And how will you fix it?"
The Lord smiled and said, "Oh, I will not need to fix it. Her children will do that for me. It is simply this, SHE ALWAYS FORGETS WHAT SHE IS WORTH.
Happy Mother's Day to all mother's around the world. And please remember your worth.
The Lord answered "This is a mother and I have many specifications to meet. She must be washable, have more than 200 moving parts, all of which must be replaceable, be able to function on all kinds of food, embrace several children at the same time, give a hug that can heal everything from a bruised knee to a broken heart and she must do all this with only two hands."
The angel was impressed, "Just two hands.....impossible! And this is the standard model? Why Lord that is far to much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish."
God stood back and declared, "No, she must be finished tonight and she will be my favourite creation. She will be able to work 18 hours in a day and cure herself when sick."
The angel touched the mother and said, "Lord, you have made her so soft."
"She is soft," said God, "but I have also made her strong. You can't imagine what she can endure and overcome."
"Can she think?" asked the angel.
"Not only that, she can negotiate and reason," said the Lord.
The angel touched the mother's cheek, "Lord, it seems your creation is leaking, you have put to many burdens on her."
"She isn't leaking, that is her tears," the Lord corrected the angel.
"What are they for?" asked the angel.
"Tears are her way of expressing her grief, her doubts, her love, her lonliness, her suffering and her pride."
The angel cried, "Lord you are a genius. You have thought of everything, A mother is indeed a marvellous creation!"
"Yes, she is," smiled the Lord, "and she would be perfect except for one flaw."
The angel looked puzzled, "What is it, Lord? And how will you fix it?"
The Lord smiled and said, "Oh, I will not need to fix it. Her children will do that for me. It is simply this, SHE ALWAYS FORGETS WHAT SHE IS WORTH.
Happy Mother's Day to all mother's around the world. And please remember your worth.
Tuesday 13 March 2007
Dublin's Fair City Layout
This is my layout for UKScrappers weekly challenge. The challenge was to use monochrome colour, an Irish link, blossom and group something into threes. This is the first time I've been able to do a challenge and get full points. I've also used an overlay that I made myself from a transparency. I'm really learning some great scrapping techniques from UKS.As a beginner to scrapbooking I need loads of help and since I've been a member of UKS I've learned so much. The people there are so friendly and helpful. I feel really at home and by taking part in the different challenges am gaining more experience.
These photos are from a short break me and DH took in Dublin two years ago. They would have continued to languish in my computer without my UKS challenge. They look so much better like this, don't they?
Tuesday 6 March 2007
Sunny Day and Bye Bye Garden
It's a beautiful, sunny, mild day today in Sunny Scunny. It finally feels like spring is coming. There are daffodils and hyacinths blooming in the garden giving a splash of colour to the bare days of winter.
I love my garden but I've had to make the sad decision to get rid of it and have it block paved.
Two years ago I had a really bad break to my ankle and was unable to tend the garden for 3 months. It got so badly overgrown that I've never been able to get control of it again. I have a weakness in my ankle now that stops me from standing on it for long periods so heavy gardening is beyond me now. Hubby can't do it either, owing to a leg injury from a motorcycle accident. So we have decided the garden has to go. I'm keeping my rose arch and honeysuckle trellis but the rest will soon be no more.
It saddens me somewhat but it will make life easier. The garden was large and took a lot of my time with constant weeding, planting and watering. I am going to keep my greenhouse and just grow a few plants for hanging basket and wall planter. I will also have some pots dotted around but I think I will fill those with perrenials and shrubs.
It will be a great scrapping opportunity too. I have lots of photos from start of to finished garden, that I've been meaning to scrap for ages, so I'll dust off the camera and get snapping again, then I can have a complete record.
I love my garden but I've had to make the sad decision to get rid of it and have it block paved.
Two years ago I had a really bad break to my ankle and was unable to tend the garden for 3 months. It got so badly overgrown that I've never been able to get control of it again. I have a weakness in my ankle now that stops me from standing on it for long periods so heavy gardening is beyond me now. Hubby can't do it either, owing to a leg injury from a motorcycle accident. So we have decided the garden has to go. I'm keeping my rose arch and honeysuckle trellis but the rest will soon be no more.
It saddens me somewhat but it will make life easier. The garden was large and took a lot of my time with constant weeding, planting and watering. I am going to keep my greenhouse and just grow a few plants for hanging basket and wall planter. I will also have some pots dotted around but I think I will fill those with perrenials and shrubs.
It will be a great scrapping opportunity too. I have lots of photos from start of to finished garden, that I've been meaning to scrap for ages, so I'll dust off the camera and get snapping again, then I can have a complete record.
Tuesday 27 February 2007
MyHeritage.com
I've just been to this site. I found it on another blog I was reading and I thought it was really cool. I like the fact I have a bit of Elizabeth Taylor and Rita Hayworth in me. I have always considered myself a glamour puss and this just proves it. HA HA HA.
Thursday 22 February 2007
Lacey's Page
I've just made this layout of my new grandaughter, Lacey. She is two months old now but these photos were taken when she was just two hours old.I was so pleased when Chris told me they were having a little girl. Each time I got pregnant, I prayed for a daughter but alas, it wasn't to be. I did get four lovely lads and I have never wished they were any different but it would have been nice to have had a daughter. I see how close my sister is to my niece and sometimes regret that I never had that.
And the old saying 'A son is a son till he takes a wife, a daughters a daughter for all of her life' is very true. Since my lads have found partners they have moved out and on with their lives and I don't see them as often, but they visit their partners' mums all the time. Ah well, them's the breaks, I guess.
Anyway, now I have a little girl to spoil. I can buy all the girly things I yearned to buy when I was a mum of sons. All the pink, sparkly, fairy, fluffy things that girls love. After a twenty three year wait I finally get that chance, and I am definitely going to make the most of it. This is one baby girl who will grow up to be a proper girly girl, if grandma has anything to do with it.
Saturday 17 February 2007
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Tuesday 13 February 2007
Fourteenth Wedding Anniversary
Today is our wedding anniversary. We wanted to get married on Valentines Day but it fell on a Sunday that year so had to make do with the 13th. Some said it was a bad omen but I've never been superstitous and we proved the doubters wrong. It really doesn't seem like 14 years a
go but I can honestly say that I have enjoyed every single year.
Not that it's all been plain sailing, by any stretch of the imagination. We've had ups and downs (sometimes it felt like more downs than ups) but we have survived them all. I know there'll be a few more bumps along the road to eternal bliss but I believe we know each other so well by now we can weather almost any storm. We have a mutual respect for each other and we are not just husband and wife but best friends too. I think that's the key to a happy marriage, that and being able to laugh together.
go but I can honestly say that I have enjoyed every single year.Not that it's all been plain sailing, by any stretch of the imagination. We've had ups and downs (sometimes it felt like more downs than ups) but we have survived them all. I know there'll be a few more bumps along the road to eternal bliss but I believe we know each other so well by now we can weather almost any storm. We have a mutual respect for each other and we are not just husband and wife but best friends too. I think that's the key to a happy marriage, that and being able to laugh together.
Don't get me wrong, John isn't the perfect man. Sometimes he annoys the h**l out of me. But we're soulmates and I wouldn't be without him for anything. However, I could be persuaded to leave if Mel Gibson ever came knocking........
Sunday 11 February 2007
A Visit from the Grandchildren
My son Chris and his partner, Leah, have just left with the grandchildren. I really enjoy their visits. Lacey is only 7 weeks old so she is still sleeping most of the time. She is a really good baby, hardly ever cries, just when she needs feeding. Good job really because her brother, Kalem, is a live wire.
He is 19 months old and never sits still. He loves cartoons but has a very short interest span so will not sit for long and watch. He likes to throw and bash things so when he gets the urge we all jump to avoid or rescue said article. Feeding time is messy to say the least as he still prefers fingers to cutlery. And his toybox gets emptied all over the house. I swear he tires me out just watching him. But he has learned not to touch grandma's precious fairy ornaments, at last.
However, I love him and his sister to bits. I wouldn't miss having them around for anything. As a grandma I get all the good bits without the hard work. I don't have the sleepless nights, making up bottles, constant nappy changing, etc. I get to read stories, play games, have fun without the hassles of parenthood.
And best of all - I get to give them back when I've had enough.
He is 19 months old and never sits still. He loves cartoons but has a very short interest span so will not sit for long and watch. He likes to throw and bash things so when he gets the urge we all jump to avoid or rescue said article. Feeding time is messy to say the least as he still prefers fingers to cutlery. And his toybox gets emptied all over the house. I swear he tires me out just watching him. But he has learned not to touch grandma's precious fairy ornaments, at last.
However, I love him and his sister to bits. I wouldn't miss having them around for anything. As a grandma I get all the good bits without the hard work. I don't have the sleepless nights, making up bottles, constant nappy changing, etc. I get to read stories, play games, have fun without the hassles of parenthood.
And best of all - I get to give them back when I've had enough.
Saturday 10 February 2007
Kalem's Book
I finished my first full album last week. It's called Kalem's First Year and is all about my grandson. It's a 6x6 album so I only had room for one photo per page. As you can imagine, this proud granny has
hundreds of photos of him and it was really difficult to pick out the ones I wanted to use. I spent many hours poring over all those delicious baby photos before I finally decided on just the right ones.
hundreds of photos of him and it was really difficult to pick out the ones I wanted to use. I spent many hours poring over all those delicious baby photos before I finally decided on just the right ones.This is one of my favourites.
I don't consider myself very creative and I struggle to 'see' how a layout should look but this was a pure labour of love so I just let myself go. And I've now got a fantastic memory book of my little darling.
I'm now busy taking photos and collecting stash for his little sisters book.
Friday 9 February 2007
My Family
A little bit about my family, I think. I've been married, divorced and remarried. My second husband is my true soul mate. I knew we were meant to be together from our first da
te and we are about to celebrate fourteen, very happy, years together, on 13th Feb.
I have four sons, all to my first marriage, Craig, Chris, Matt and Jamie, a grandson, Kalem, age 19 months, and a grandaughter, Lacey, age 7 weeks. They both belong to Chris.
My youngest son has a genetic disorder, called Dubowitz Syndrome. It's one of those rare ones that nobody has ever heard of, including most health care workers. Jamie is very severely delayed in his development. He has the mind of a four year old in the body of a fifteen year old. He also has a physical disability with his feet turning in on an angle so finds walking difficult.
Life with Jamie is hard at times because he has no sense of danger or what's the right and wrong way to behave. An insight into that for you, if he burns his hand on an open flame, he would still go back and touch it again so has to be supervised constantly. And when he's just poured a full packet of wash powder into the sink it's real hard to be calm (we changed to wash tablets). Or he's blocked the toilet by putting a full roll of paper down it, or torn up the library book you left laying around, or sprayed shaving foam all round the bathroom. Get the picture?
But it also brings it's own special rewards. Every time he has achieved a new milestone like walking (at 3, after being told he probably never would) or his first intelligible word (at 6, again told it wouldn't happen) we have felt far more pride than usual. And when he hugs you and gives you a kiss, simply because he feels like it, well you just melt.
We have learned a lot about patience over the years. We also have learned that stressing out over things you can't change is useless, so just accept what you have and move on has become the philosophy we live by.
te and we are about to celebrate fourteen, very happy, years together, on 13th Feb. Me and John at Christmas 2006
I have four sons, all to my first marriage, Craig, Chris, Matt and Jamie, a grandson, Kalem, age 19 months, and a grandaughter, Lacey, age 7 weeks. They both belong to Chris.
My lovely lads
My youngest son has a genetic disorder, called Dubowitz Syndrome. It's one of those rare ones that nobody has ever heard of, including most health care workers. Jamie is very severely delayed in his development. He has the mind of a four year old in the body of a fifteen year old. He also has a physical disability with his feet turning in on an angle so finds walking difficult.
Life with Jamie is hard at times because he has no sense of danger or what's the right and wrong way to behave. An insight into that for you, if he burns his hand on an open flame, he would still go back and touch it again so has to be supervised constantly. And when he's just poured a full packet of wash powder into the sink it's real hard to be calm (we changed to wash tablets). Or he's blocked the toilet by putting a full roll of paper down it, or torn up the library book you left laying around, or sprayed shaving foam all round the bathroom. Get the picture?
But it also brings it's own special rewards. Every time he has achieved a new milestone like walking (at 3, after being told he probably never would) or his first intelligible word (at 6, again told it wouldn't happen) we have felt far more pride than usual. And when he hugs you and gives you a kiss, simply because he feels like it, well you just melt.
We have learned a lot about patience over the years. We also have learned that stressing out over things you can't change is useless, so just accept what you have and move on has become the philosophy we live by.
Yet Jamie has never held us back. We have always had holidays, days out and special treats. He has always been treated the same as his brothers and disciplined when naughty. He has rough and tumbled with his siblings and they have always loved and accepted him. Jamie has a wonderful personality, he laughs all the time and is very loving to others. He is friendly to everybody he meets and can't understand why not every one wants to be his friend. All in all, he is a blessing and a gift that, despite all the hard work, I wouldn't have missed for anything.
Jamie
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