Thursday, 30 May 2013

Fresh Start

haha not a huge one... I cleared my Ipod and loaded everything again. It's all organised, I have playlists and it's been on for an hour now and i'm not compulsively skipping tracks.

I'm excited, I'm getting a new old table. New to me, it used to be my Grandparents, and it's my favourite piece of furniture ever ever ever. So yes, delighted.

Friday, 24 May 2013

Retro Friday

With a little bit of jiggery pokery, and a hell of a lot of breath holding and hoping I got my SNES working. 21 years after its release on our shores, it's still going strong. The only thing I've ever had to replace is the wire to the telly (using the scart one that originally came with my Gamecube... but it fits)

On the right is Abbie, on the left is her friend Suranne. They were both born in 2004.

They're playing Donkey Kong Country. Released in 1994. 

This game was older than they are now when they were BORN. Amazing huh?

Friday Five

Snufkin knows what he's talking about.

Kiki's Delivery Service - a film I never get bored of watching

I'm trying to do this


Evil laugh
This will never not be funny to me 

A day in the life of Mymmeli-Kissa

Monday, 20 May 2013

Mama Moments...

A didn't enjoy school today. Someone called her a baby because she was humming to herself while she worked, so now she has decided she's a baby. How silly of this other child. I also hum to help me concentrate. I'd love this child to tell me I'm a baby too.

Egg and chips for tea has certainly boosted her spirits, and we'll cuddle up and watch My Neighbour Totoro together, and then it'll be time for bed. Routine is good for us. So at 7.30 she'll go to bed, and at 8pm I'll turn off the lights and put a bedtime cd on. (not that the bedtime cds always encourage sleep. Last night I had to hold back the laughter when I walked into her bedroom to find her stood on the bed singing along with Elton John's "Are You Ready For Love?"

I had to laugh at her lyrical adjustment though.
"Am I ready? Am I ready for bed? No, I'm not, ohhhh yeahhhhhh"

It was a lovely moment, and she settled down within minutes. 

She really enjoyed Eurovision on Saturday. I refuse to feel guilty about loving Eurovision. It's cheesy, and a bit sad, but I absolutely love it. It opened my eyes to a couple of bands who I love now (Les Fatals Picards and The Ark)...

And I must say, that 2007 was a good Eurovision year. The Ukrainian entry will forever stick in my mind!

I had to laugh at the young'uns distaste of Bonnie Tyler though. Unfortunately our upstairs neighbour is WAY too fond of playing Total Eclipse of the Heart on repeat......


Saturday, 18 May 2013

By virtue of being the only person to enter the lovely Hannah of What Hannah Read read the giveaway.

Congratulations Hannah, if you can let me know what colours you'd like in the hairband then I'll get my crochet on.

Je suis une araignée.

I am not infact a spider. Je deteste l'araignée! I am brushing up on my French and German using Duolingo. I'm quite ashamed by how much French especially I don't remember. I spent 7 years learning, then 12 forgetting it all again. Merde.

But Duolingo is good fun. Some of the sentences are weird, but that is helping it stick in my tête a bit better.

I gave my N64 and my SNES a dusting down and a play today. Both work.. well as far as I'm aware. The SNES controller appears to have died. I ordered a cheap one on ebay, so I'm hoping it IS the controller, and not the...controller attachey part within the SNES. It turned on and booted up Donkey Kong anyway.

Friday, 17 May 2013

Creature Comforts


Now, isn't this just the dictionary definition of Creature Comforts?

Mymble begrudgingly turned round to face me for this photo before curling back round on her nest of cushions. What you can't see is the CAT BED right behind my sofa.

Liebster Award


So, the lovely Hannah of What Hannah Read nominated me for the Liebster award. It's all very flattering, but confusing. There seems to be a lot of rigmarole around it. I'm fairly confident the internet police aren't going to be banging on my door if I don't do everything so... nyer basically.

This is what you're supposed to do:
1. Thank the Liebster Blog presenter who nominated you and link back to their blog.
2. Post 11 facts about yourself, answer the 11 questions you were asked and create 11 questions for your nominees.
3. Nominate 11 blogs who you feel deserve to be noticed and leave a comment on their blog letting them know they have been chosen.
 4. Display the Liebster Award logo
 5.  No tag backs

So. 11 facts about me.

1. I have 4 scars on my left hand. one on my index finger knuckle because I missed the tile I was scraping in art, and tore a chunk out of my knuckle instead. At least it's an L shape on my left hand huh? There is a tiny little scar on the very bottom of my middle finger on my left hand. A sewing accident where I stabbed my hand. A long scar on my wrist that I did climbing over the barbed wire fence by my house, and a little line on the back of my hand that I have no idea how I did it.

2. I'm the eldest of 5 children. There is 19 years and 8 and a half months between my youngest sibling and myself, and there is only 9 and a half months between that sibling and my offpsring.

3. I'm a mother, and I have been since 8,01pm on 14th December 2004. My little girl isn't so little anymore. She's 8 and a half, and she's very tall (4'9/4'10)

4. I love languages. I have a little knowledge of French and German (I managed to pass GCSE's in both, but I don't know how), and I've decided to take up Welsh and Dutch to add to the mix.

5. In the last 10 years I've moved in a big circle from East Sussex to Hampshire to the top of West Sussex and back to where I started in East Sussex all over again.

6. I drink coffee like it's going out of fashion.

7. Thinking of 11 things about me is hard work.

8. I've been penpalling since I was 14. I have a good number of those letters still. Some got lost in housemoves, a few burnt in a house fire but I've still got a large storage box of letters

9. Without the NHS I've had been dead over 25 years by now.

10. Or if my accident a a toddler hadn't have killed me, the terrible labour I went through with my daughter would have killed the pair of us. I'm so ashamed that the Government are systematically screwing the NHS about.

11. I try to see the good in people. But it can be hard sometimes


To answer Hannah's questions:

1. Describe, or share a picture of, the view from your kitchen window.

The view from my kitchen window is quite a boring one. I can see the flats opposite me, and the gardens of the maisonettes between us.

2. Do you like board games and if so which ones?

I loooooooooooooooove board games. Scrabble, Cluedo, Monopoly, Twister, Atmosfear, jigsaws. THey're all awesome.

3. When you were growing up, what kind of vehicle did you imagine you would drive when you got your license?

I have always wanted a split screen Morris 1000 (pref in black, navy blue or british racing green - not that i'm specific ... much)... however at 29 I still don't have my license.

4. What do most people do that you don’t?

To be honest, I don't really pay a lot of attention to other people, but I guess smoke/drink/use drugs.

5. What assumptions do others often make about you and are these correct?

This is another one I find it hard to answer. Because I don't really care about what others assume about me I don't really pay attention to the assumptions.

6. Share a link to a song you’ve been listening to lately.

Christophe - Aline. (Because I'm secretly a middle aged belgian housewife at heart)

7. What were your favourite toys when you were a child?

Always my teddybear. and Books.

8. What is the hardest thing you’ve ever done?

Been a single parent. It's really not what I expected in life, but honestly it's the best thing that could have happened to both me and Bee.

9. Do you organise your books and if so, in what order?


10. What was your first computer like?

11. What are you going to do after writing this post?

Coffee. Naturally.


I honestly can't think of 11 questions for other people right now. If you want to do questions, leave a comment, and I'll ask you 5. or however many I can come up with.

Les joies de jeudi

Whimsical post time.
5 things I love:

1. Elderflower cordial with sparkling water.

It's my absolute favourite go-to drink on a warm evening. As many ( or some.. or possibly at least one person) may know, I'm tee-total. I haven't had issue with alcohol (beyond the price and taste anyway), but in the last 10 years I've been tee-total more than I haven't. It's currently 12 weeks since I had a drink, and I've consciously decided in my head that this is it for good.

2. Post

 Pen palling has been a massive part of my life since I was 14. I'm 29 in 5 weeks, so more than half my life has been spent queueing in the post office (and believe me, since 2 of the post offices went in this town it *REALLY* feels like half my life!) There's a certain delight to opening up and envelope that I know doesn't contain a demand for money I've met some of my best friends through letters (even if we've never met phyiscally) and despite debating quitting pen-palling a couple of times I honestly can't imagine my life without!

3. This love song.
Epik High - Don't Hate Me

It's catchy, it's not soppy, they look like they're having an absolute damn blast performing it live. The M/V is brilliant.

Here's the English translation of the Korean lyrics.
The lead singer wrote this for his wife. I like it a lot more than some stereotypically gushing love songs you hear a lot on the radio.

4. cwtsh!

Cuddles are officially THE best thing ever in my book. Whether they're with kids or kitties or friends. Ich <3 Hugs

5. Coffee....

Seriously. I'm really not worth knowing without this stuff in my system!!

Tuesday, 14 May 2013

Dear Body of Mine

I don't think we can be friends at the moment. Just because I ate my lunch a little fast, I think giving it back quite as fast was incredibly mean, and head? Yes, I know there is a storm on the way, you don't need to throb like a throbby thing to make me aware.

here endeth the whinge.

Today is May 14th, exactly 7 months until Miss A turns 9. What a terrifying thought. I don't feel old enough to have a 9 year old child.

She's off to the local youth club this afternoon, where she'll have tv and play in the park et cetera, and I'll probably do the terribly glamourous thing of "housework". I have some mildew-y crap on my washing machine rubber rim, and I'm gonna do a hot wash with some soda crystals in the hope it effs off.

Saturday, 11 May 2013

Giveaway time.

So, I just hit 900 page views. I can't quite believe it that people have come to look so often. It is pretty cool.

I'm gonna do a little giveaway for 1000 views.

As you know, I crochet, and I knit. If you'd like a handmade headband, then comment here, and as soon as I hit 1000 views I'll pull a number out of the cat.. I mean hat. And bam, heandbands r us!

The Rantling

I'm pretty sure that anyone reading this knows full well that I am a mother.. If not, I am! I have an 8 and a half year old daughter, who is pretty freaking brilliant.

Of course, she's not always been an 8 and a half year old. It doesn't feel all too long since she was an 8 and a half month old, let along an 8 and a half day old. Life is much easier now she's articulate, and she can say "I'm hungry/tired/bored/in the mood to make noise for the fun of it" rather than being a baby whose "wahhhhhh" could mean any of the above, or more.

I was on the bus last week to see the fabulous Kei who blogs over at Unfortunately Oh, with the wee one who had a day off school due to ridiculous rules regarding vomit. (TL;DR - 48 hours away if you puke in case it's contagious... Buffet Table Lunch and Bouncy Castle fun = vomit that isn't contagious whatsoever), and there was a mother on the bus with a little baby, I'd guesstimate between 4 and 8 months old? She wasn't in a good mood (the baby, though the mother wasn't too chipper at the beginning of this tale either), and was having a bit of a whinge. Not a full on screaming meltdown, but enough of a whimpery whinge that I could hear it sat 2 rows behind them.

Unfortunately for this poor woman, there was an elderly couple next to her, who were complaining about how noisy the baby was, and how in their day children were seen and not heard (which my Grandmother has reliably informed me is Grade A horse shit. Babies have always cried).. Their moaning though, was infinitely more annoying than the noise of the child.

So when we were coming up the road to my bus stop, I crouched down to the little girl and said "oh sweetie, I felt just the same when I woke up this morning, i hope you're feeling better this afternoon" and smiled at the mum and raaaaather loudly told her "Every baby has done the same, and anyone moaning has probably forgotten what it was like to be young, and should really shut up".. Cue "how rude!" and general tuttery from the elderly couple.

It's been a long time since I was a baby (29 years infact, as of next month), but I imagine it must be frustrating. They're unable to vocalise anything beyond a cry, and us pesky adults aren't always able to interpret that wahh correctly the first (or even first 3) times...

I'm not saying that the whinging of the baby was the most melodic, enjoyable sound in the world, but it's a fact of life, and I've heard grown humans make more annoying sounds. If you use public transport then occasionally there will be a tired and cranky baby, a stressed out toddler, a grumpy child whose had a long week at school... but you deal with it. A bus journey doesn't last forever (even if it feels like it sometimes), if you want to travel with a guarantee of no noise from other members of the public (whether they're 6 months or 60 years) then learn to drive, and travel alone.

I'm not saying everyone has to love every child ever, but that crying baby will more than likely be accompanied by a frustrated mother, who already feels bad enough about her crying child, and she won't need snotty comments from some miserable sod.

Saturday, 4 May 2013

Je n'ai gardé que ce doux visage Comme une épave sur le sable mouillé

Day 4 sans landline.

Kinda wishing I'd checked that it wasn't something external before purchasing a new phone. It was something external, however I now have a spare handset for when mine invariably goes breasts ascending!
I'm quite reliant on a landline. It's how I keep in touch with my father and Grandparents, and to be without one for 4 days now has been frustrating.

Though it took me 2 days to work out it wasn't working. I thought I was unpopular!! Heh, nope, external forces disapprove of my conversation though.

It's May Bank Holiday weekend. Thanks to a particularly delicate stomach I've not ventured out (I don't dare be too far from a bathroom, and I'll be nice and leave the information at that!), Abbie watched The Princess and The Frog earlier while I tried to nap away my feelings of ill. We've had a small lunch (pasta bake for Abbie, Salad for me) and as there's no school tomorrow, we're going to cuddle up and watch The Princess Bride next. There's nothing like comfort cinema when you're feeling grim!