Saturday 15 December 2012

Winter warmer!

I'm sat in the car watching my husband, my two boys and about 4 dads and 15 kid,s maybe more ( they move too fast to count) playing football.
(Paul runs a mini soccer team and trains local kids for free every saturday morning "no fee, kids train free" )
They are all having a fantastic time, laughing and cheering, they've all got pink cheeks and huge smiles. After a cold and icy week it's just what my two have needed, cooped up in school unable to play out because the playground is too icy and someone might fall over!!!


There isn't a coat between them and about four of them are wearing shorts, I can't speak for the others but my eldest hasn't had a day off for two years.
A mum at school asked me in the week why the playground had been out of action and said she'd stayed in school until 4 whilst her two boys had ran around ( a then defrosted ) playground, she commented that we need to teach kids how to be safe and walk on slippy paths and that boys need a release and I totally agree with her.
(In complete contrast to this, we had to walk four classes back from the church yesterday in the freezing rain wearing Christmas costumes!!??)

I've thought for a long time that we wrap them in to much cotton wool, how about you?

Thursday 29 November 2012

How old do you think I am?

We play a game in the car with the digital clock on the dash, at 20:02 Tommy is born and at 20:06 Jack is born it passes 4 minutes of a journey!
We'd gone to pick Paul up from work a couple of nights ago and were sat in the car waiting, Jack glanced at the clock and said ' ooh it's 18:38 mum' and glanced excitedly at me 'yes Jack 18:38' I replied 'you know mum 18:38 ... When we're you born?' slightly aghast I replied 'not 1838 Jack ...19 for god sake 1974, how old do you think I am' unaffected by my answer or shock he innocently enquired ' well how about Dad?'

Wednesday 28 November 2012

Living in the future.

When you get to a certain age you start to think about your parents getting old.
You worry that someone will knock on the door claiming to be a passing builder who has noticed a missing roof tile and whisk you poor unsuspecting mother off to the cashpoint and make of with her life savings.
Well this is 2012 and many of our
parents have pcs, laptops, iPads and kindles etc etc and unfortunately will fall prey to the lovely(!) phone call from Microsoft claiming to fix their firewall and stop their email from being hacked.
I think we need to educate our 'rents the way they did us with a bit of stranger danger, if you didn't ask for the call then tell to politely do one.

Monday 23 July 2012

Tattoos

My husband said to me that he thought we'd have more art on the walls living with an artistic person.


The thing is I'm too fickle or is it indecisive I'm not sure... well it's not either really as by definition I'm not a fickle person  (I've just looked it up)
Adjective:
Changing frequently, esp. as regards one's loyalties, interests, or affection.

I'm fiercely loyal in my interests and affections.


But then I am changeable when it comes to, how can we put it...adornments. So there's the changeable bit I suppose.


When I was a child mum would get me dresses and look round ten minutes later and I'd be wearing something else, I'd also rearrange my bedroom in the middle of the night. (in fact I've just rearranged the living room!)


Which is why I could never have a tattoo I mean I'd change my mind within a week and find that it didn't go with something I was wearing.


If I did have one it would be a choice of two


1. Stars, I like them, you know nice 5 pointed ones like on the champions league ball 


2. the Birmingham City badge in fact if Blues ever got to the champions league maybe I could combine the two.






Eee I'm classy me...this is never going to happen.


Reading back through this (yes I know you're amazed I do and still miss the typos) I realised that this is probably why I've never had a proper grown up handbag.
You know a nice big expensive leather one that sits nicely on your shoulder, unlike my various canvas ones I sling across my body and then sling into the cupboard under the stairs at the end of the day.
A friend was recently bought a posh one by her boyfriend it came with a bag to keep it in!








 I HAVEN'T GOT TIME TO PUT MY BAG IN A BAG.




Which leads me back round to art, we have some pieces on the wall the usually Ikea print and some black and white prints of the kids on holidays and some of my favourite postcards and at the top of the stairs we have a large print bought for us as a wedding present, I really like it and it was bought by a good friend who I know would've thought about what he was buying but I couldn't imagine myself standing their buying it I would've gone through turmoil imagining it in different rooms and positions and what it would go with and did it go with my mood!  Which in the grand scheme of things is pretty stupid as we've since moved house and it fits in very nicely.




WHO PUTS THEIR BAG IN A BAG!

Monday 9 July 2012

Ramblings of a mad woman or why I like Scandinavian Crime Drama

(Your lucky I didn't write this at midnight last night when I originally thought about it...)

My theory on why I (we) like Scandinavian crime drama.

Or

Why I want a Volvo, padded jacket and a wooly jumper and listen to A-Ha.

 I had this poster, it had a crease through Pål's face so Smash Hits sent me a new one.

Firstly I reckon we need to have a quick look to our past, our invaders, we can forget the Europeans, Italians or Romans I think history likes to call them as I believe they probably kept themselves to themselves, invaded and then returned leaving behind a few broken pots, straight roads and sanitation.

lights on in search of straight roads and sanitation.

Ah, but let's look east (or is it west, no hang on west is Wales) to Scandinavia and think Vikings, you know the hairy guys, I reckon they invaded, stayed and did a bit of genetic knitting... or 'raping and pillaging' as the history books like to call it.



Have I mentioned my mum is a Lund...

Well that's my theory on why we - I love Scandinavia drama it's in our blood like a child likes to hear stories from their grandparents ...
Why I secretly believe if I watch enough of The Bridge or Borgen I might actually be able to speak Danish or is it Swedish, no its Danish were they speaking both?? and why Seb Larsson was really waving to me at every home game.

 *waves back like a mad thing embarrassing children and husband*


Well these were my mad thoughts last night when I got into bed after watching Wallander and why I was wondering why I had a strange affinity with wind swept ferries and cold baron landscapes... ooh and stylish architecture ... damn I think I've missed the Ikea sale... Oh and did you ever see those Norwegian farmers on that programme ... my god they were gorgeous ...is this why I like Lego...and Hans Christian Andersen...don't start me on Dancing Queen...Do you remember that 80s programme called Annika...Even though I'm vegetarian I loved the way Peter Schmeichel said 'theres no better bacon'...I did a project on Denmark when I was 8...H&M where's that from...did mice really make the Norwegian coastline!

 any way godnat.

Sunday 29 April 2012

The Bridge



Just caught up with The Bridge showing on BBC Four Saturday 9pm and 10 pm.


I've watched up to episode 4 and am trying to get my OH to watch it with me, so far no luck so I'm going to use this blog instead OK, imagine you're next to me on the settee, I'm a bit scatty and cant always remember peoples names so bear with me, although with a bit of cut and paste it shouldn't be too random.


Thoughts so far...(I like it ...obviously!) 


Saga 
At first I didn't like her and thought oh no I won't be able to get into it, I thought she was badly written or acted...oh how stupid  I feel now she's obviously very well written and acted, I even like the bizarre way she sits with her legs far too wide apart!!




Not too sure on the leather trousers, although they suit her, but I do love the coat shes wearing.


Martin
I liked him from the start, but then we're supposed to aren't we, I mean we share his thoughts with him eg this woman is a bit cuckoo!
He's obviously a bit smooth with the ladies (isn't he?) I like the way he flirted with the receptionist with his breakfast roll, I like the way he collapses into bed and the way he answers his phone and I know I'm not alone in liking the dynamic between him and Saga, he's growing on her.


Charlotte
It was kind of obvious she'd be in the story later on, but that wig, whats that about?


Veronika
Have to admit that this bit of the story has lost me but I'm guessing that it might slot in somewhere.


Stefan Lindberg (or Dave Coaches)




I can't work him out, for a minute I though it was a flash back to the 70s, again I'm guessing his character will be explained more.


Anja
I don't really get this bit I think I missed what was going on, she was the shop lifter at the beginning right? But hello? Are you stupid get out of his flat! I'm thinking that maybe she's another group of people that TT could be going on about?! Prostitutes, homeless people, stupid teenagers


August
Now he's my biggest question mark is he a red herring or is there more to find out about?
    
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I got a bit  lost with the other bit of the story with regards the Danish police being charged with neglect and where it fits in...


Oh and one last thought, when  Martin is in the warehouse with the TT he kicks him in the balls, does he have a bit of inside info on him, and I haven't even mentioned Saga's one night stand, her fabulous Porsche, Gorens daughters jumper dress or Daniel the journo and how I couldn't breathe when he was sat in the car with the bomb...brilliant!


Thanks for listening or should I say Tak.

Friday 27 January 2012

Arrrrrg!



Ok I admit defeat, I can't take any more kids tv, I've had my fill of Sponge Bob and Harry Hill repeats, Tom and Jerry was ok for a while and The Pink Panther amusing, The Regular show was funny the first time, but Im gonna have to admit I miss Cbeebies in fact you know what I miss, people...real live human beings, ok they might be dressed up as trendy allotment owners or wacky kids entertainers but at least they're human.


We had a brief love affair with CBBC and laughed together at Hacker and Bear Behaving Badly (ok I was laughing the loudest) but since then its been cartoon channels everyday and you know what the most annoying thing is...yep...the adverts, and they are all aimed at me, and my kids are starring zombie like at the tv being sold car insurance, mis-sold payment protection plans, debt management and Marthas favourite...dog sponsorship.


I think Im gonna have to rearrange the house and find myself somewhere comfy to sit away from the tv...when The Amazing Adventures of Gumball has finished that is.