Saturday, August 18, 2007

Monday, August 13, 2007

big green pics


Me looking not as stressed as I felt

Osiris; a star in the making!

Naughty pants Solomon who has just ripped a lovely heart off a wind chime and stuck it in his mouth

Still being a naughty pants, he's nipped off with Frya'a hat

Tagged...thanks Grace

"A. Each person lists 8 facts/habits about themselves.
B. The rules of the game are posted at the beginning before those facts/habits are listed.
C. At the end of the post, the person then tags 8 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog."
I'm very happy to do this one as I've been juggling children too much to blog

1. Like everybody in Gloucestershire I now have a kitchen full of bottled water. They were giving it out at supermarkets when we had no running water and everybody panicked and got as much as they could. As we have no car and two small children people kept bringing it round for us, bless them, and I've ended up with liters and liters of it. Before we went on holiday I actually had enough volvic to have a bath in. I won't be grumbling about the water bill this year as I must have had £100 of bottled water!

2. I'm getting a bit pissed off with blogger at the moment, something has happened so that I can't access stuff and I can't post any pictures. I think wordpress is calling.

3. I cheat at online scrabble!

4. I have a world in my head where the cbeebies people are all having disgusting sex with each other and I amuse myself by thinking about it whilst being subjected to it by my children. e.g Justin likes being tied up by Sarah-Jane in 'Higgedly house', Poi likes to wear a strap-on and do Chris and the Tobiliboos are all trans gender folk who have had various bits altered and adapted to perform 'in the night garden' antics. I know, I'm probably really sick but that saccharine world of kid's TV has got to be a front for something!

5. We keep getting bothered by phone calls for Miss Tandy who used to have our phone number before us. Despite this being over 4 years ago and also having registered ourselves on the telephone preference service we get about 4 a week. It sends Rob bonkers and we have started getting a bit rude at them.

6. I was once in a production at the Edinbough Fringe Festival. It was a play called 'Conference of the birds' that was adapted from a sufi poem. It was directed by Piers Nimo, son of Derek. I played an owl....yeah, fat bird, figures.

8. I secretly always wanted to be P.J. Harvey, ok, so this isn't news to anyone who knows me in real life but you know...I still do want to be her....*sigh*

I'm not going to tag anyone as most people I read have already done this but if you haven't feel free to be tagged by me!

Saturday, August 11, 2007

Feeling happy

Oh YESH...the Big Green sorted my head out a treat. Me and Rob are getting on again, the kids seem calmer and I feel like I have got some energy back again. Thank goodness for that!
I have been blagged into joining facebook and I thought it was a load of rubbish until I started spending some time on there and now I'm hooked!
Anybody want to be my friend???

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Back from the BGG

I'm back from the Big Green Gathering and it was FAB!!! I haven't got the time or the energy to do a big post about it but needless to say it was just what me and the kids needed. I feel soooooooooo much better now. We had a fab place to camp, just two seconds away from the actual festival. I could leave someone listening out for my sleeping kids and nip over to the next field to get yummy morroccan food of yummyness with olives and cous cous and feta cheese and be back before the kids even realized I was gone (and Solomon is a VERY light sleeper!)
It was all so lovely. Kids breastfeeding all over the place, not a bottle of formula or coca cola in sight. Naked hippies covered in mud, and not just the thin young kids, big middle aged woman with their muddy breasts jiggling to the music as they danced with their hands in the air. ooooooooooh it was good.
AND I bought a big fuck-off drum. It's so big you have to sit on it to play it. It goes BOOM BOOM TINGY TING TING BOOM
So....if you are about the Gloucester region and you hear a badly played african drum, it's probably me! YEY!