The Blur

The week is a blur yet again.
It was GCSE week and my heart was in my throat for the day and the next actually. The results weren't what he wanted in some and MUCH better then expected in others but there was disappointment for sure. Not everyone is cut out to be a rocket scientist or lawyer or doctor or a banker for that matter. The pressure up to and through the exams sucks and then you wait for ever for the results and just when you have forgotten that they are looming, bam, right in your face.  This weekend we are going to discuss re-sits in a couple. Then we start all over.


So, I thought Summer was a time of relaxation and sunny lazy days...
Fat chance. I have been in the blasted car everyday for hours at a time shuffling the teen chicks and their friends around live a frickin taxi driver. I have put about £85 of gas in the 'clubman' in the last 10 days and that is normally 3 tanks of gas that should last me 3 months! And I haven't even really gone that far, I've just been everywhere.

   Oh, and I've been bringing Cadi along for some of the rides and I'm very proud to say she has only thrown up twice. Once she made it all the way up to Suffolk and didn't puke until we got outside the house we were due to stop at! Good girl, no really. She is settling in really well with our family life.


I almost can't wait until school starts again so things can calm down here. All the mayhem is wearing me out. That and the fact that the weather is crap. We have 25 to camp this weekend and thank god the weather is predicted to be 'fine but cool'. I would love 'perfect and hot' but not raining is good enough for me.


It's the annual 'family camping' weekend that we have every year. The more families the better. We have all ages from pre-prep through stroppy teens to fit adults. Every family pitches a tent or two and also pitches in with food, wine and such. This years menu includes BBQ feta and Mediterranean veggies hot dip, salsa and chips, BBQ pork loins, garlic bread and lovely salads. And what ever else comes along in picnic baskets. There is usually an assortment of bubbly and some nice wines and cold beers. I think we might need schnapps in our coffees to go with our S'Mores though. It was chilly last night and will be again tonight. 
I might have to wimp out and sleep in the house with the puppy.


Chickens are molting and I'm not sure if it's because it has been so wet or if they are just unhappy that I haven't given them enough attention. They are laying 3 big eggs a day though so something must be right.


Happy Bank Holiday xx

Bliss and Wonder of Blogging

The rest of my family were all out last night and I was left in peace for two whole hours to ponder and peruse the blog-isphere. I popped by a couple of favourites and from theirs, I looked into a couple of their favourites and so on.

It was like a Chinese Finger, my fingers were stuck to the key-board and new blogs kept pulling and pulling.  Moms with babies, moms with toddlers, moms up North and by the sea, designer moms, writing moms, moms that make cupcakes and arts and crafts, cooking moms, working moms, insightful and boring moms, moms that only advertise stuff and moms that love Vintage, shoes and cosmetics, moms that are building houses or remodeling houses, moms that love the beach and everything beachy and then there were the moms who just liked to show them selves off with big white smiles, large breasts and tiny waists prancing around in pictures,their sometimes not so nice homes-
      'Aren't my boobs, I mean pillows, gorgeous on this vintage,beach themed sofa?'

I didn't like everything that I found on my blogging mission but I did come by a few that are keepers and I'll watch them for a while to see how things go.

I also popped by my chicks new blog.

I suggested to her that maybe facebook was getting too commercial for her and that a blog might be a good creative out-let for her. She could have a pseudo name and build on a style that suited her. She could have it as something just her own without her many friends coming by and tapping in.

She liked this idea and uses it as a style/diary of her teenage life. It's working for her too. She has 15 followers already in just 3 weeks and gets loads of positive comments on her fashion photographs and personal wordings and thoughts.  She's really enjoying it all.

There are few pressures in the blogging world for her and teenagers need as little pressure as possible. There is already enough out there to push them over the edge into eating disorders, knife crime, bullying or whatever.



As for my boy, he's just happy in his own little world with our soon to be puppy, Acadia or Cadi for short.

(Acadia is the original name for Nova Scotia and the dog breed are Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retrievers.) She is nearly four weeks old now and as fat as she is long!

Uk 1-USA 1 - Pudding, WInner!

We hung the flags, divided the dinner guests and demolished the pudding.

Olympics and world cup games seem to be the divider in this family. The Rooster really does think that I care who wins and so as not to break his bleeding heart, I pretend to be incredibly passionate about all games American v England.

So last night with every TV in our house on for surround sound effect, both teams scored and drew. Not a pretty out come. Our dinner guests were very good not to talk too much football, thinking that I might be upset by it all.

I couldn't have cared less really. I just wanted to bring out the pudding!

This morning I was just about to take down the American flag from the front porch and Rooster was horrified, so I pretended that I was just moving it over.  I said that the mail man might find it in the way in the morning while trying to get to the mail box. I did ask him why I shouldn't take it down,( just curios), and he said that America was still in the running! Of course they were, what was I thinking.

I must have had too much wine last night.

On a completely different  note, we went to visit and pick out our new puppy yesterday morning.

She is the cutest  Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever ever (except for the two that we already have).
Two weeks old and already she can 'sleep' on command. How smart is that!