I REALLY AM NO LONGER On Debadeedoodah !!!

Just checked in on here and noticed a leap in 'views'... I am now stopping debadeedoodah and going back to my first blog http://theinvisiblewomanuk.blogspot.com/  and that's that.

See you there ;)

A Bit Twee

Bluebell Woods - I know it's a little bit 'chocolate boxey'......although I don't think they do that anymore do they?

I finished painting this bluebell wood last night.  It's from a photo I took of a beautiful day spent rambling with Grandad P, J, L and My kids & S last year.  My late great Grandad Alex used to love bluebell woods too. I think I might still try adding a bit more detail though and I might actually have a chance now Number 1 Son has come down with flu... a day off work nursing someone who's not even up for a game of 'Hungry Hippos' may get a little creative... book writing, painting...hmmm the options are endless!

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Hello!  I am back on http://theinvisiblewomanuk.blogspot.com/ as I always felt irritated that I'd kinda been forced off there by two nosey parkers.... since then, one of the nosey parkers has apologised, the other, well, she's beyond hope!! So, please join me on http://theinvisiblewomanuk.blogspot.com/

I have eaten prunes and so I will try to be more regular!
;)

Book

I am writing a book. 

I showed my best friend the intro for the two main characters and she asked, "Is it meant to be funny? I don't get it".

This amused and confused me, but spurred me on to write more, in the same style.

I read it to S and he sat stunned, jaw dropped open and stated enthusiastically, "D, THAT'S FCKING BRILLIANT"!

There were mixed reviews at work - 3 very positive, 1 negative and 1 ambivalent. 

The good thing is, that one of the positive reviews belongs to a gentleman who has already had a short story published and is an avid writer, currently waiting to hear back from a publishers about a novel he has just completed.  He mentioned that he felt he needed to start writing something again, soooooo, I have suggested he write the narrative to my dialogue.  We have come up with a nicely twisted plot and I have never written so consistently. 

So, this is why I've not been blogging. 

Christmas is only a few days away now.  The tree is up and decorated.  My son has started learning to read and my daughter has just stopped wearing nappies.  It's a busy time all round!

I trust you are all in fine fettle?

;)

Giant House Rabbit

Am considering buying a giant house rabbit as our hamster, John J Hambo is on his last paws, whiskering around his cage like a doddery yet still inquisitive old man. He's been an absolute ideal first pet for the kids.  He's never bitten, well, he has but I just told them he mistook their little fingers for carrots and they got over it...plus he didn't draw blood.  Yeah, Hambo the hamster has been a proper little star.

BUT.... look at this...



OK, but this is real....

I don't know who the bloke is but they both look happy don't they?  I think I want one.  The house rabbit, not the man. I have one of those who is currently mentally cocooned himself in the world of Call of Duty ( the xbox game that came out today...well midnight yesterday for some loons who queued outside in the winter cold to get their copy hours before the masses)... so, at times like this, I could definitely befriend a bunny. 

Do they need to be walked daily like dogs? Do they train easily? Would I be forever stepping on currents and slipping in milky rabbity piddle?  Look at his huge fluffy paddy paws?! Ooooh I definitely think I need one... whaddayareckon?

PS: I havent blogged for ages due to infecting my PC by following a dodgy link recommended by a friend, to watch the American series, Real Houswives of New Jersey...  I did manage to watch 17 episodes though so it was almost worth the aggro. 

Hope you're all well and happy ;)

The Point of Stuff

We decided to finally decorate. 

Our front room looked like a student digs, bright pink and royal blue walls with miss-matched furniture. Odds & sods we'd found along the years.

WE decided to decorate but to get S to sit and go through colour schemes, or textures or anything remotely 'homely/shoppingy' was an uphill struggle to say the least.

In the end, after a week of trying to get him to give his opinion, (alternatives rather than one word negatives) he ranted, "it's all just sh!t!  It's just fcuking STUFF...none of it is IMPORTANT"!!!

I decided from that day on to just buy what I liked and the room looks so different now, so homely and grown up!  It still has quirks like a giant clay toadstool and a black & white photo of S looking startled, with his hair like Alfalfa from The Little Rascals...but, it all works.  It's a proper nest now.

Today, me and Marie (my good friend and fellow Mum) were talking in my new homely, grown up, quirky nest and she was saying how she sometimes thinks her life wasn't meant to turn out the way it has.  That she feels like she's just a mum and has lost her identity.  You know, that invisible feeling we all, men and women, feel from time to time.  And I was telling her about S's rant about 'stuff', when it dawned on me that although I have never really been materialistic and am quite rubbish and nonchalant about financial matters and so I do get that the stuff we purchase is non essential to the bigger picture, it is our stuff. 

When we chose to be parents, something changed.  We didn't choose to be explorers, inventors or scientists.  We have chosen to be mum's and dads and so, we are going to spend a lot of time in our homes.  A lot of time not doing anything exciting.  Just routine drudgery.  So, I now figure that if we are to be sat in our nests, we might as well accumulate stuff and if we can get nice stuff, surely that's better than not bothering.  Maybe, we, the Mum's and Dad's, who hate the boredom and consumerism, need to just embrace what's on offer and nest.

I painted this to add to our stuff...S loves it.

Daddy FC

I know I like to moan on about how bits drop off, get wobblier and fall out as I hurtle towards mid life....who am I kidding?  I'm nearly 39, so unless I'm still rattling around at 90, I am already middle aged! 

Well, today I realised that it's a bit of an issue for men too. 

S took part in a charity football match, (soccer).  He was really looking forward to it as it was for a very worthy cause and also meant he'd get to play on one of the local professional teams pitches.

For the last few days he's kept saying to me, "I hope I get even 20 minutes"... he needn't have worried for when we turned up, there were only 14 players and as it was a charity game, they'd all be playing the full 90 minutes. 

They all wandered into the changing rooms and the kids & I took a seat on the empty terrace.  J was getting very excited about watching his dad play football and actually, so was I.  S used to play a lot.  He's got trophy's for 'Top Goal Scorer' and 'Players Player', which are now in our son's bedroom.  S also got sponsored as a teenager and played in America, so he was a pretty good footballer.  He is also very competitive and expects others to 'PLAY THE GAME' too.

Suddenly, the other team trotted out, almost in slow motion, onto the pitch to warm up... for a whole 25 minutes!!! I looked in the programme and saw that they had brought their own physio! hahaha

They were semi pro's and averaging about 22 years of age.  S told me to add that a lot of them were well over 6 foot tall.

S and the other 'Rovers' played the full 90 minutes, pouring with sweat, getting 'nutmegged and being generally out paced by the youthful opponents but they did pull back three goals in the very very long second half to finish with a very respectable score of 3-6 to the amoeba's.

The most obvious observation I made was the huge aging effect that having children has on us all, for whenever any one of the spectating toddlers would shout, "HELLOOOO DADDYYYYY"!!!, nearly all our team would turn and wave wearily, knackered and sweating, whilst the other team would sprint past, without a responsibility, or care in the world.  Your time will come boys, your time will come. ;)

Wayne Rooney in a few years time?