Happy Half Priced Chocolate Eve!

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Or, as most of the world calls it, Valentine’s Day.

Not a holiday we celebrate here at TeeVille as my birthday is 5th Feb, Simon’s is 24th March and we’d rather spend our money on that. So we exchange cards and kisses and eat some chocolate. Well, that last bit isn’t restricted to 14th February!

Adam also brought home a beautiful card he made for us at nursery.

Adam himself is celebrating by eating toast and pretzels for breakfast. My son, the salt addicted carbo loader.

And then we are celebrating further by going to have our teeth cleaned.

Yay?

My Knee Still Hurts, My Nose Is Still Stuffed Up

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but we had a great day finally having my birthday lunch and doing some shopping.

Adam was an exemplary boy all day. Well, most of the day. He was given some new colouring items (it’s a set with paints and markers and crayons) today that he picked out and managed to colour my shirt and Simon’s jeans. Bye bye new colouring items for now.

Another busy week coming up.

Keeps me out of trouble.

If It Wasn’t Friday I’d Feel Even Worse

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Today my day started with a 2.8 year old who didn’t want to get dressed. Finally pinned down and dressed. He then got interested in a DVD-RW I grabbed from my office to take to my client’s. He carried it all the way to daycare.

Once there I tried to get it off of him. Queue many tears and cries of ‘MINE!’

Then as I was leaving I slid on something or other and landed very very hard on my bad knee leading to blood and limping.

Then I find out the buses are stupid to get to my client’s which meant I had to wait around. This was half good because it meant I had time to get a coffee from my favourite place. But still added to my bad day.

The rest of the day wasn’t so bad, except for the limping, and I managed to finish my work and come home and have a sleep, since I also have a cold and it’s kicking my ass.

Now I have Hagan Daz (however the hell you spell it) and am about to have some wine.

But thank fucking God it’s Friday.

Counting My Blessings – Blog Hop

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So I am joining in with Salt and Carmel‘s Blog Hop this week and counting my blessings.
They include:

  • A fantastic husband
  • A fantastic son who, while has constant colds and such, is relatively healthy
  • A career I love
  • A warm place to live
  • Enough food to eat
  • Great friends, near and far
  • A loving family
  • And, most of all, recently some fantastically pain free and productive days

I wish, very badly, that this was just another Blog Hop that I thought would be fun and/or inspiring. But it’s so much more than that.

Because this Blog Hop was started off because of this:

Source: http://saltandcaramel.com

This picture was drawn by Aillidh. She is 8 years old and has Acute Myeloid Leukaemia. She’s just started her third round of chemo and is desperately praying for a bone marrow donor. She is the daughter of a fellow Mumsnetter, which is how I, and many others, heard of her. She also has Facebook Page asking for help and encouraging people to register for or donate to the Bone Marrow Register.

That picture inspired this post at Salt and Carmel, the Twitter Tag #makemebetter, and this Blog Hop.

Everyone has problems and no ones problems are better or worse than anyone else’s.

But Aillidh needs a donor. So I am counting my blessings and helping to spread the word.

If you are eligible, please consider signing up to donate. Since Aillidh is of mixed race, finding a donor for her is harder, and actually most likely to come from the US as she is of white Scottish and meztizo – the mix of European and indigenous N. American peoples (Native American/Indian) descent.

In the UK you can contact the Anthony Nolan Trust.

In the US there is the Be The Match Donor Register website.

If like me, due to poor health and/or age you can do neither, please spread the word. ‘Like’ Aillidh’s Facebook page. Tweet using the #makemebetter tag. Pray.

It’s not just for Aillidh. But for all the ill children and adults who are looking for a miracle.

Let’s spread the word and use the power we have to help all of them live long and healthy lives.

Who The Hell Are You People?!? (And Welcome!)

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The last three days I have gotten nearly 60 hits a day. I average 20.

So who are you people? My analytics show no one referral or search term. You’re hitting my front page so it’s not something specific I said.

So tell me who you are, where you came from. Are you going to stay?

And do, please, leave a comment. I’d love to know what you think!

The 22nd Anniversary of My 21st Birthday is on Sunday

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For the math challenged, that means I’ll be 43.

I don’t feel 43. Ever. Heck most days I don’t feel old enough to be a mother. And yet I am both (every nearly) 43 and a mother.

How old do I feel? About 16. Maybe 17. Although not emotionally. Emotionally I feel 102020. And a bit.

So in what way do I feel 16 or 17? Not sure I can define it. I just do. I walk down the street and think ‘Wow, I’m a grown up. How did that happen?’

And I like being a grown up. I’m actually looking forward to being 43. As a grown up I can eat as many cookies as I want (family joke). I can drink wine. I can stay in bed until noon once my kid and my husband are gone for the day and the only consequence is I don’t get paid! (Okay, big consequence, but you can see where I am going here, I’m sure.)

And I love being a wife and mother. I like keeping my house clean (to a certain extent. It’s never tidy (have I mentioned the 2.7 year old?) but it’s certainly clean). I like taking care of my son (even though we are all minus on sleep at the moment. Again.).

I love what I do for a living. Especially the part where I can ignore it if I want to. Again, then I don’t get paid, but I can still do it.

I love the fact that I have a bit of spare cash. Not a lot. But enough to buy myself a cup of  coffee pretty much whenever I want. Enough that when my son and I go to City Centre tomorrow we’ll be able to have lunch out, if we so desire.

I remember, several years ago, I had gone to City Centre on my own for a bit of late night shopping. This was pre-Adam but, obviously, post-Simon. Anyway, I was at the mall trying to decide what fattening thing to have for dinner and I overheard a group of school girls. Their conversation was something like this:

“I have £1.20. How much do you have?”

“£2.10. Mary has £0.50.”

“So we can afford a KFC Snack Pack!”

And all I could think was ‘Thank god I don’t have to pool my pennies with my friends for dinner any more.’ And went to buy a KFC 2 piece meal. With a coke. (Also pre-diabetes.)

So it’s good that I’ll be celebrating the 22nd anniversary of my 21st birthday on Sunday.

Even if I don’t feel 43.

Creating A New Me

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As Adam gets older and moves towards school I am trying to, as much as I hate the description, find myself. Again.

It’s not so much as I’m lost. I don’t really feel lost. I’m just not sure what’s next. The plan has always been to build up my business as Adam moves on to full time school. And I’m heading that way, working on my business plan and marketing the business and networking.

But what about me? For the last two plus years I’ve lived in jeans in t-shirts. I’ve neglected my nails and haven’t done much with my hair. Let’s not even talk about my weight…

So that’s the first step. My weight. To go back to walking as much as possible. I am going to start Monday by walking at least part the way back from nursery drop off. It’s nearly 3 miles so I doubt I’ll do the whole thing, especially as a big chunk of it is up hill, but it’s right along the bus route so I can jump on that any time to get the rest of the way home.

The next step, which I am also starting to work on, is my wardrobe. I’m determined to move away from t-shirts. I doubt I’ll move away from jeans as I have always loved jeans, but the t-shirts really need to go. I’ve started digging into the back of closet and pulling out some of my old nicer shirts to wear. And even when I wear a t-shirt I’m trying to layer it with a cardi (of which I seem to have thousands that I’ve forgotten about) or short jacket.

I’m also hunting the web and using Pinterest (same username as here 🙂 ) to keep track of what I might like to wear soon. I’m also keeping track of the things I wish I could wear if I was 6 inches taller! My weight I can change, but I’ve been 5’2″ since I was 15. That’s not going to change! And I can’t wear heels so 5’2″ I shall remain.

Anyway, this is all really just first thoughts. And I’m having fun looking at clothes and thinking about what I might do with my hair.

And today? I did this:

Red Nails!

My toes match!

 

 

Fighting The Black Dog

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Today is the launch of a Mental Health Blogging Carnival here at Bundance.

The timing is interesting as I am currently fighting the Black Dog myself today. After feeling really well for ages today I’m just not. No idea why.

Do take a look at the carnival. Lots of great blogs by lots of great bloggers.

Let’s get talking. Let’s fight the Black Dog.