Here; a Charlie tidbit yoinked off of facespace for your viewing pleasure. Charlie is obsessed with Harry Potter at the moment.
Charlie going through books; "Iss Harry Potter an the cup of coffee with fire!"
Hate when your morning coffee unexpectedly spits out your name, instigating a series of events which finally lead to you grasp a portkey that lands you in Voldemort's lap. Wrecks a whole day, that does.
On a related note, it's hilarious to say "Voldemort" when Heather's in earshot. At the tender age of five, he-who-must-not-be-named is a very real and present threat.
Wednesday, 21 September 2011
Divorce, Photography, Weddings, Neurologists, Stuff.
Wow I need to get better at updating this dang thing!
I'm child free today, after having a neurologist appointment last night for the ongoing suspected MS malarkey in which I was shocked with electricity and poked with multiple needles. Needless to say, I knew I might be feeling a tad wobbly, so arranged babysitters for the many midget clones. The upshot of the appointment is, huzzah, I don't have any major nerve damage. I do have a localised problem with my left leg which won't cause any problems, but seeing as I have a totally unresponsive nerve, I'll be numb for the rest of my life. I can handle that; maybe I could turn it into some kind of party trick. Or join the circus. Or something. Good and bad news; I don't have evidence of major nerve damage, BUT, I do have reduced reactions in my left arm, which the neurologist wouldn't expect from someone of my age. He can't diagnose underlying conditions, he can only refer for further testing. The reduced reactions are a sign of multiple sclerosis, so I'm being referred for an MRI scan. What with being claustrophobic and all, I'm not particularly looking forward to this one. Fingers crossed it'll be fast.
But anyway, I've had the day off as a result of all this medical nonsense, so I've been a busy bunny.
First of all, a telephone call with my solicitor about the impending divorce. Great fun. I've tried to keep the whole thing amicable, as I still have to see theadulterous asswipe father of my two eldest children and it's better for them if we're on friendly terms. He is making it difficult by being a conniving little weasel who appears to be trying to do everything on his terms whilst making me out to be the villain, despite it being him who had the affair and left me with two tiny children who were, at the time, three and less than one year old respectively. I've now finally found where the end of my proverbial tether is, and have decided to stop talking directly to him about any of this. He hides behind his solicitors all the time and doesn't offer me the simple courtesy of keeping me updated or having a normal, honest conversation, so he can have a taste of his own medicine for once. No more Ms. Nice Ex-wife. He can start receiving solicitors letters without any prior warning about things that I could easily discuss face-to-face with him. I don't want it to be this difficult, but he's backed me into a corner and, frustrating as it is, I've now lost my rag and am ready to just bloody well let him have it. My wrath, not my rag. I've lost it, y'see. Anyway.
Once I'd finished ranting at the poor solicitor type bod who has to handle my frustration and turn it into something legal and sensible, I decided it was time to work on some more advertising for the infant photography business. www.happyhappyphoto.co.uk, if you fancy a click. Ah, go on. You know you want to.
After sending myself cross-eyed staring at a computer screen for a few hours, I decided to...stare at a computer screen some more, working on arranging the Movember fundraising and end of Movember party, on behalf of the team of 'Mo Bros' I'm championing. Apparently I'm a 'Mo Sista'. It's an exalted title. Trying to organise a group of daft men who are calling themselves 'Hot Fuzz' will send me grey, I'm sure of it.
We've had a great time this week with the childrens. Heather's loving being back at school in year one, and I'm trying to find fun ways to supplement her formal education on limited funds. Charlie's eligible for his free nursery place from January, too, so we've started going to the local toddler group at the centre where he's on the waiting list for a nursery place. In the meantime, it's fun home-based educational activities with the dragon boy. My ex tends to take the kids to all sorts of expensive attractions and buys them plenty of treats along the way, but I just don't have the cash for that...but I've found that they seem to have the best time when we're doing simple things. Feeding the ducks, going to Church, walking in the park, riding scooters, splashing in puddles, painting, drawing, or just meandering round to the butcher who also stocks all kinds of local farm produce and freshly baked goodies.
This week we've had fun collecting conkers in the local parks - especially fun in high winds, with the conkers actually showering down around us. Heather enjoyed finding the nibbled ones; it seems she likes the idea of squirrels having a taste and then discarding them. Charlie and I went to the park on our own the other day, too, while Jasper was being babysat by his grandparents. It was cold, windy and drizzling but, wrapped up in waterproof clothes, he seemed to enjoy rampaging around even more than usual. We then went for a walk through the trees down towards the duck pond, where Charlie looked for Gruffalos, we listened to the ducks "laughing", picked up a few more conkers, watched a squirrel knocking acorns off an oak tree directly into the water, then investigated the curly trees on the way home.
Heather and Charlie in the park.
Jasper doesn't much approve of trips out in chilly weather, but he does look adorable in his Winter coat.
We've also enjoyed a very messy 'all-the-children-together' fingerpainting session.
Drew's on the way home now, having collected his rowing machine from his parent's house. We're both on a bit of a health kick - I put on 8lbs over the Summer holidays which, for a sane person, probably wouldn't be an issue, but with my disordered madness, drives me up the wall. Drew has a bet on the go that he can increase his weight to 13 stone while decreasing his body fat to 12% by his birthday in December. If he wins, I have to put on an Arnie night for him and his friends, where everybody (including me) has to dress up as Arnie, we have to watch Predator and have a drinking game devised by me, and I have to cook Arnie themed food. However, if he fails to reach his goals and I win...well, the boys aren't going to be happy. Matt and Luke will have to dress up in spandex and do the final dance from Dirty Dancing (complete with lift) down my long front path, then they all have to put on a stereotypical girly evening with Flashdance, cocktails and LOTS OF LYCRA. It'll be fun either way, but you can imagine the peer pressure Drew's under at the moment. I've used £25 worth of nectar points today towards buying a scales/body fat monitor, which should arrive tomorrow. I'm intrigued to know my body fat percentage; it's not something I've ever found out before.
Right, off to continue with the photography stuff before Drew gets home. T'ra a bit.
I'm child free today, after having a neurologist appointment last night for the ongoing suspected MS malarkey in which I was shocked with electricity and poked with multiple needles. Needless to say, I knew I might be feeling a tad wobbly, so arranged babysitters for the many midget clones. The upshot of the appointment is, huzzah, I don't have any major nerve damage. I do have a localised problem with my left leg which won't cause any problems, but seeing as I have a totally unresponsive nerve, I'll be numb for the rest of my life. I can handle that; maybe I could turn it into some kind of party trick. Or join the circus. Or something. Good and bad news; I don't have evidence of major nerve damage, BUT, I do have reduced reactions in my left arm, which the neurologist wouldn't expect from someone of my age. He can't diagnose underlying conditions, he can only refer for further testing. The reduced reactions are a sign of multiple sclerosis, so I'm being referred for an MRI scan. What with being claustrophobic and all, I'm not particularly looking forward to this one. Fingers crossed it'll be fast.
But anyway, I've had the day off as a result of all this medical nonsense, so I've been a busy bunny.
First of all, a telephone call with my solicitor about the impending divorce. Great fun. I've tried to keep the whole thing amicable, as I still have to see the
Once I'd finished ranting at the poor solicitor type bod who has to handle my frustration and turn it into something legal and sensible, I decided it was time to work on some more advertising for the infant photography business. www.happyhappyphoto.co.uk, if you fancy a click. Ah, go on. You know you want to.
After sending myself cross-eyed staring at a computer screen for a few hours, I decided to...stare at a computer screen some more, working on arranging the Movember fundraising and end of Movember party, on behalf of the team of 'Mo Bros' I'm championing. Apparently I'm a 'Mo Sista'. It's an exalted title. Trying to organise a group of daft men who are calling themselves 'Hot Fuzz' will send me grey, I'm sure of it.
We've had a great time this week with the childrens. Heather's loving being back at school in year one, and I'm trying to find fun ways to supplement her formal education on limited funds. Charlie's eligible for his free nursery place from January, too, so we've started going to the local toddler group at the centre where he's on the waiting list for a nursery place. In the meantime, it's fun home-based educational activities with the dragon boy. My ex tends to take the kids to all sorts of expensive attractions and buys them plenty of treats along the way, but I just don't have the cash for that...but I've found that they seem to have the best time when we're doing simple things. Feeding the ducks, going to Church, walking in the park, riding scooters, splashing in puddles, painting, drawing, or just meandering round to the butcher who also stocks all kinds of local farm produce and freshly baked goodies.
This week we've had fun collecting conkers in the local parks - especially fun in high winds, with the conkers actually showering down around us. Heather enjoyed finding the nibbled ones; it seems she likes the idea of squirrels having a taste and then discarding them. Charlie and I went to the park on our own the other day, too, while Jasper was being babysat by his grandparents. It was cold, windy and drizzling but, wrapped up in waterproof clothes, he seemed to enjoy rampaging around even more than usual. We then went for a walk through the trees down towards the duck pond, where Charlie looked for Gruffalos, we listened to the ducks "laughing", picked up a few more conkers, watched a squirrel knocking acorns off an oak tree directly into the water, then investigated the curly trees on the way home.
Heather and Charlie in the park.
Jasper doesn't much approve of trips out in chilly weather, but he does look adorable in his Winter coat.
We've also enjoyed a very messy 'all-the-children-together' fingerpainting session.
Drew's on the way home now, having collected his rowing machine from his parent's house. We're both on a bit of a health kick - I put on 8lbs over the Summer holidays which, for a sane person, probably wouldn't be an issue, but with my disordered madness, drives me up the wall. Drew has a bet on the go that he can increase his weight to 13 stone while decreasing his body fat to 12% by his birthday in December. If he wins, I have to put on an Arnie night for him and his friends, where everybody (including me) has to dress up as Arnie, we have to watch Predator and have a drinking game devised by me, and I have to cook Arnie themed food. However, if he fails to reach his goals and I win...well, the boys aren't going to be happy. Matt and Luke will have to dress up in spandex and do the final dance from Dirty Dancing (complete with lift) down my long front path, then they all have to put on a stereotypical girly evening with Flashdance, cocktails and LOTS OF LYCRA. It'll be fun either way, but you can imagine the peer pressure Drew's under at the moment. I've used £25 worth of nectar points today towards buying a scales/body fat monitor, which should arrive tomorrow. I'm intrigued to know my body fat percentage; it's not something I've ever found out before.
Right, off to continue with the photography stuff before Drew gets home. T'ra a bit.
Monday, 12 September 2011
WEDDINGS MADOOBRIES SO FAR.
THE DRESS.
I am way above budget, but this is it. This is the one for me. I must have it.
I am way above budget, but this is it. This is the one for me. I must have it.
THE SHOES
Not a conventional choice, but as the wedding is Alice in Wonderland themed, I love the quirkiness of these Irregular Choice "Toodle Loo" Heels.
SEATING PLANS, ROOM AND TABLE DECORATIONS
Table centrepieces will be mismatched teapots filled with red and white roses, with the odd red-stained paintbrush hidden here and there amongst the flowers.
I love www.theweddingofmydreams.co.uk for decorative ideas. The vintage royal crown board would be perfect for the Queen of Hearts! (Click here)
I would love to have playing cards tied to teacups as name cards for guests...I would have to see how feasible this would be!
Right, bugger this for a game of soldiers, I'm exhausted and off to do mindnumbing things now that all the childrens are sleeping peacefully.
Back from the abyss. Or from the brink of forgetfulness.
Oh hai!
I'd forgotten I had this here bloggy type malarkey. I just decided I'd try to put my wedding ideas in one place, due to epic 'leaving stuff lying around' tendencies which could potentially lead to the groom seeing prohibited information, had a brainwave that doing an online blog for this very purpose (or porpoise, if you're feeling aquatic) would be an excellent idea. So. I guess I'll just merge the two like a mouse with an ear on it's back and stick my wedding planning ramblings in amongst the other child-related nonsense. Righto!
I'd forgotten I had this here bloggy type malarkey. I just decided I'd try to put my wedding ideas in one place, due to epic 'leaving stuff lying around' tendencies which could potentially lead to the groom seeing prohibited information, had a brainwave that doing an online blog for this very purpose (or porpoise, if you're feeling aquatic) would be an excellent idea. So. I guess I'll just merge the two like a mouse with an ear on it's back and stick my wedding planning ramblings in amongst the other child-related nonsense. Righto!
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