Find me in my field of grass
Oo-er, I am naughty. How long is it since I’ve blogged? So so long.
And I have some random thoughts and questions for anyone still out there:
Does two slices of rolled-up ham and a hot milo constitute a satisfactory afternoon tea? It certainly felt that way at the time. Ham is a decidedly Christmasy food, isn’t it?
Why can’t I commit to Cane? It’s got all the things I like (with Nestor Carbonell and Jimmy Smits being merely two) but for some reason, I find myself channel surfing while it is on.
Is it wrong that I am pleased that after this weekend I have no major trips to anywhere before the New Year?
Mr Fix has had glandular fever this year, although the doctors aren’t sure when. This is a relief to me, as it means that probably three out of the four months that I spent telling him to “soldier on” I was completely justified, while that fourth month leaves me with some apologies due (already tendered, I might add)*.
The other night while I was on the phone, Grizzlewick got up (as he is wont to do at the moment) to announce that he was “going back to bed to sleep VERY HARD”. I don’t know what this means, but I do know that his mission was not achieved (or so he told me the next morning when he overslept by more than an hour….and consequently so did I).
Mr Fix and I recently celebrated our tenth wedding anniversary. Apparently this is a completely appropriate occasion for people’s jaws to drop to the floor and them to accuse both partners of being ridiculous in their relationship longevity. Or otherwise, we are just a supremely good match. I say it’s the latter, because Mr Fix and I are agreed that we are EVEN MORE AWESOME now than we were in 1997 (naturally).
We are having very exciting house guests next week. It’s quite the delight. Although I am now fretting that my house is commensurately neat, tidy and clean. Impending House Guests – look out, and please ignore any grottiness/spiders. Also, my mad phone skillz departed me. Let us not speak of it again.
My son sometimes says I am “not his friend”. One of our other friends’ sons tells her she is a “bad lady”. I’m not sure which I prefer, but suspect we are both at that end of the year that this is mostly hilarious, which I’m sure is not our respective childrens’ intention.
If you plan to buy seven years worth of underwear at a closing down sale and have a size 12 arse, it’s best not to leave it until the last week of the closing down sale. Just sayin’.
* This of course is a joke. It is just a relief to know that Mr F. doesn't have anything serious, which has been our concern for a while now.
And I have some random thoughts and questions for anyone still out there:
Does two slices of rolled-up ham and a hot milo constitute a satisfactory afternoon tea? It certainly felt that way at the time. Ham is a decidedly Christmasy food, isn’t it?
Why can’t I commit to Cane? It’s got all the things I like (with Nestor Carbonell and Jimmy Smits being merely two) but for some reason, I find myself channel surfing while it is on.
Is it wrong that I am pleased that after this weekend I have no major trips to anywhere before the New Year?
Mr Fix has had glandular fever this year, although the doctors aren’t sure when. This is a relief to me, as it means that probably three out of the four months that I spent telling him to “soldier on” I was completely justified, while that fourth month leaves me with some apologies due (already tendered, I might add)*.
The other night while I was on the phone, Grizzlewick got up (as he is wont to do at the moment) to announce that he was “going back to bed to sleep VERY HARD”. I don’t know what this means, but I do know that his mission was not achieved (or so he told me the next morning when he overslept by more than an hour….and consequently so did I).
Mr Fix and I recently celebrated our tenth wedding anniversary. Apparently this is a completely appropriate occasion for people’s jaws to drop to the floor and them to accuse both partners of being ridiculous in their relationship longevity. Or otherwise, we are just a supremely good match. I say it’s the latter, because Mr Fix and I are agreed that we are EVEN MORE AWESOME now than we were in 1997 (naturally).
We are having very exciting house guests next week. It’s quite the delight. Although I am now fretting that my house is commensurately neat, tidy and clean. Impending House Guests – look out, and please ignore any grottiness/spiders. Also, my mad phone skillz departed me. Let us not speak of it again.
My son sometimes says I am “not his friend”. One of our other friends’ sons tells her she is a “bad lady”. I’m not sure which I prefer, but suspect we are both at that end of the year that this is mostly hilarious, which I’m sure is not our respective childrens’ intention.
If you plan to buy seven years worth of underwear at a closing down sale and have a size 12 arse, it’s best not to leave it until the last week of the closing down sale. Just sayin’.
* This of course is a joke. It is just a relief to know that Mr F. doesn't have anything serious, which has been our concern for a while now.
posted by gigglewick at
5:27 pm
6 Comments:
I am constantly being told I am 'not friends' with either or both of the twins... tis par for the course now.
But I would relish being a Bad Lady. It gives the impression that one drinks tea out of saucers and shows a good deal more ankle than necessary.
Phone skillz, phone schmillz... at least you didn't sound like a valley girl on valium.
Congrats on the anniversary!
I'm assuming that all those people making fun of your marriage actually being a long term commitment (fancy!) have been together for less than 10 years...?
I tried to sleep 'very hard' last night. It worked. It was very hard to sleep (esp with the neighbours throwing one of their usual tantrums).
I'm the same about Cane. Reason is it is DULL. Maybe if instead of Cane it was Broad Beans or Turnips...
You need three slices of ham to make the afternoon tea complete.
Oh my kids actually don't like me. This is their most recent effort:
Thing 1: Do you like mum?
Thing 2: Nah, I only like dad.
Thing 1: Yeh, me too. Dad is good. Let's just not like mum.
Thing 2: Yeh, let's just like dad only all the time.
Me: I AM IN THE ROOM!
AB,
Yeah, I'm pretty used to it too.
EB,
Yeah. Amateurs!! Also re Cane....so DISAPPPOINTED. Rita Moreno is awesome. Oh well, better luck next time.
Leilani,
Grizzlewick just told me he "don't like Daddy". So apart from some grammar issues, I'm evening the score.
You are right - I should have had an extra slice of ham. And maybe some cheese cubes.
HOUSECLEANING UPDATE: our cat has just returned to the house covered in mud. This is how I expect the house to be when we return in approximately 36 hours and he has had that amount of time to spread his filth everywhere.
Congratulations on the 10th. You and the Fixster are most awesome.
Your impending houseguests have just left here and are headed in your general direction. I wouldn't worry about the state of the house, my place is not going to be a tough act to follow, neatness wise.
Also, they are all lovely.
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