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Is It Over?

Happy New Year how was your Christmas? Mine sucked. I’m still walking like an 80 year old who’s crapped herself, I broke my tooth on Christmas Eve and spent the morning of the 25th in the dentist, I under-cooked the turkey and had a dodgy stomach for most of Boxing Day. To make matters worse two of my sister’s gifts didn’t turn up, I laddered my tights getting dressed and I blew the fuse on the tree lights all within an hour. Now before you get me mixed up with the Grinch I am chuckling typing this because even though all of things really did happen, it made for an excellent Christmas! Our kids had a total ball and the icing on the cake was having my girls home and my sister to stay….I don’t think I’ll ever forget her face when she opened the hand crocheted Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle hat I got for her…haha class.

So it didn’t exactly to go plan in the Geordie household, but as Geordie gently explained while I was lying on our bedroom floor with toothache and a face like Quagmire, ‘Babe there is too much expectation on Christmas day as it is, as long as everyone enjoys it then who cares about the traditions?’ He then quickly added ‘But you will still be able to cook right?’ God forbid he doesn’t get turkey and all the trimmings, that’s one tradition that will never be over-looked, no matter how raw it turns out!

One of my best gifts was a letter from the hospital to say I finally have a surgery date and in just a couple of weeks I will need to find something new to moan about as I am preparing for a discectomy oooooh sounds like an I.T term doesn’t it? Thank God for the NHS because as you well know, the last 9 months have been pretty hard going.

I’ve spent the last few weeks gathering blog ideas and hope that as I rapidly approach my 12 month blog anniversary in March I can continue to write vaguely interesting articles you can smile at!

Bring it 2013!

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Human Kind

I had an accident today, another one. I think God was paying me back for being nasty to Ed Miliband and his wife’s dress sense, I feel the punishment was a little harsh.

I took my eldest daughter to school on my own this morning, for the first time in around four weeks due to my slipped disc injury. As the school bus pulled into the stop, we we’re stood hand in hand waiting to get off. I felt my legs go weak and the next thing I remember is my face connecting with the plexi-glass drivers cabin and everything went black. I woke a few minutes later to find a couple of strangers pulling me up into a chair and my little girl holding my hand reassuring me that I would be ok. Easily one of the scariest few moments of my life, made more so because it was up to my 6-year-old to show such strength and maturity in a moment of utter chaos that was completely out of my control. She didn’t panic or cry, she simply took my mobile phone from my pocket, called her Dad to explain what had happened and then calmly passed it to me so I could blubber some jumbled up words and then drop the phone on the floor while hyperventilating. On the off-chance that anyone on the bus this morning gets to read this, thank you so much for helping me, calling the ambulance and telling my Daughter jokes to keep her entertained while I was busy drooling all over myself and doing my best Edward Scissor Hands impression.

ALBERTA 1975-84 (SB) SCHOOL BUS plate and stickers

(Photo credit: woody1778a)

I’m ok now. Short stay in hospital, swollen face so I’m now the proud owner of some stronger medication and a warning to rest up and not go anywhere on my own for a week or so until I’m feeling stronger. It could have been a lot worse.

I’ve spent a little extra time with my Daughter before bed this evening, thanking her for being so grown up and reassuring her that everything is now ok. I’ll go to sleep a little later on, safe in the knowledge that after a truly horrible and painful day, I have so much to be thankful for, especially my wonderful little girl.

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Community Spirit

Just got back in from taking my little beauty to play group, it’s a bit daft really because she’s only 6 months old and doesn’t really do much in the way of playing, just gurgling, drooling and crying to be fed mainly. This was our second time at the local church play group and I was pleasantly surprised at the number of attendees and the community spirit. I’m not particularly religious, but we live in a fairly remote place and the need to talk to adults at least once a week is greater than my fear of singing songs containing the lyrics ‘Hallelujah’.

Charity show

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Today the elderly play group leader (wearing a beautiful Chanel inspired twinset and chiffon scarf) reminded parents about the children’s clothing exchange that is taking place next week, and thanked parents who had made so much effort to help those less fortunate at the earlier events. Following this announcement I quickly scanned the parents all kneeling on the floor with toddlers squirming for freedom and tried to size up the competition. If I’m going to give I want the caliber of my wares to be top notch, I can’t help it, its my competitive side which never fails to shine whether it concerns charity events or the school bake sale!

The parents are a real mix of ages and fashion-persuasion, some sport toddler-proof clothes such as jeans and a much-loved/washed patterned top. (Patterns disguise a multitude of baby stains, food, drool etc) Unfortunately there are also hints of sandals and corduroys, but this is a Church group and thou shall not judge….for now. Thankfully a minority who throw caution into the wind and stay firmly on trend with cute knitwear, block coloured skinny jeans and ballet flats which are classed as both a mummy wardrobe staple and  a trend must have.

So from my in-depth market research, I think my chances of providing the Church and local community with good quality, fashionable baby clothes which most importantly are better than those donated than the others are looking good. Once I’ve finished freshly washing and ironing them all, and lovingly folding them into size coördinated, aesthetically pleasing bales, I just need to get a grip of myself and appreciate the true meaning of community spirit!

I really love Fashion, its soaring highs and its eccentricities, and what I’m about to write is like saying football is just a game to an avid supporter but, there really is more to life….sometimes.

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