Monday, 24 September 2007
Meh!
I apologise. I have no lame excuses or fantastic whirlwind life that means I could get away with not blogging. I'll be honest with you, I've just been too lazy.
So school has started back (I know ages ago, and we're nearly at half-term....yippee), since my last post I will fill you in on what's been going on.
My eldest got his GCSE results. He was so nervous the night before. He sleep walks when he is worried, so I know he was worried. We live in a three story house and the boys live on the top floor, so when he have one of his nocturnal jaunts we have to make sure he doesn't fall down stairs! In the morning he was up at 5.00am when we couldn't collect them until 11.00. In the car on the way there we said nothing. When we arrived at the school he asked me not to get out. All the other parents that I knew were hovering outside the school waiting for their kids to come out, so there was no way I was staying in the car. I paid for this education with my taxes, I have made you a packed lunch every day for 11 years and driven you backwards and forwards to school. I have paid for countless sets of uniform and school trips. I have attended every parents evening, helped you with homework and revised with you late into every night - and you think I am staying in the car!
He managed 5 B's and 5 C's and this has given him a sharp kick in the pants. Not that B's and C's are not good, I am incredibly proud of him and that he managed to get them, but when his friends came out and they were all comparing notes, he was the only one with out a single A.
He has gone back into the sixth form to do his A Levels. He is doing Maths, Physics, Geography and Economics. Unfortunately he got a C at GCSE Maths and they like you to have a B if you are going to do it at A level. So I have hired him a tutor. The tutor gave him one lesson and said he doesn't stand a chance. So his Dad and I said that he needs to choose another subject. No, he wants his A level in Maths. So we paid the tutor for 5 lessons and he came back for an hour every night. At the end of the week he said that he could get a D now, still best to drop it. No, he wants his A level Maths. So he has got himself a weekend job to pay the tutor himself and he is having two lessons a week. He is determined - he told me that someone telling him he couldn't do something has made him determined to show them wrong.
I think that he has learned a valuable lesson already and I am very proud of him.
So school has started back (I know ages ago, and we're nearly at half-term....yippee), since my last post I will fill you in on what's been going on.
My eldest got his GCSE results. He was so nervous the night before. He sleep walks when he is worried, so I know he was worried. We live in a three story house and the boys live on the top floor, so when he have one of his nocturnal jaunts we have to make sure he doesn't fall down stairs! In the morning he was up at 5.00am when we couldn't collect them until 11.00. In the car on the way there we said nothing. When we arrived at the school he asked me not to get out. All the other parents that I knew were hovering outside the school waiting for their kids to come out, so there was no way I was staying in the car. I paid for this education with my taxes, I have made you a packed lunch every day for 11 years and driven you backwards and forwards to school. I have paid for countless sets of uniform and school trips. I have attended every parents evening, helped you with homework and revised with you late into every night - and you think I am staying in the car!
He managed 5 B's and 5 C's and this has given him a sharp kick in the pants. Not that B's and C's are not good, I am incredibly proud of him and that he managed to get them, but when his friends came out and they were all comparing notes, he was the only one with out a single A.
He has gone back into the sixth form to do his A Levels. He is doing Maths, Physics, Geography and Economics. Unfortunately he got a C at GCSE Maths and they like you to have a B if you are going to do it at A level. So I have hired him a tutor. The tutor gave him one lesson and said he doesn't stand a chance. So his Dad and I said that he needs to choose another subject. No, he wants his A level in Maths. So we paid the tutor for 5 lessons and he came back for an hour every night. At the end of the week he said that he could get a D now, still best to drop it. No, he wants his A level Maths. So he has got himself a weekend job to pay the tutor himself and he is having two lessons a week. He is determined - he told me that someone telling him he couldn't do something has made him determined to show them wrong.
I think that he has learned a valuable lesson already and I am very proud of him.
Monday, 13 August 2007
Holiday
I have been on holiday. My husband surprised me by whisking me off for two weeks in Florida. So, that's why I haven't been here!
We did not 'do' Disney etc., as we have been to Florida many a time and quite frankly if I see one more person in a mouse costume I am likely to swing for them.
What we did do was, Busch Gardens, Universal Islands of Adventure and Epcot (I know, Disney, but not Mickey Mouse Disney), for the Husband and the boys as they like the rides. I do not so they park me somewhere in the sun with my book and a steady supply of Margaritas and then come and carry me home at the end - everyone is happy!
We also did Cirque Du Soleil - which we have never done before and it was amazing and well worth the money to get in.
We did the Titanic Exhibition - OK, but the same as the one that was in London a year or so ago.
But best of all, we went and saw the Space Shuttle Endeavour launch at Kennedy, which was truly amazing. We arrived two hours before the launch in Titusville and stopped at a local petrol station and asked for the best place to see the launch but avoid the Space Centre itself. They directed us to Merritt Island, which is part of the Space Centre, but free and the opposite side of the river to the launch site. Off we went and found the entrance and drove for what seemed like ages until we came to Manatee Landing. There were quite a few other people there, but all locals, and we struck up some good conversations with some very nice people. The Manatees came right up to the viewing platform and then two dolphins came up the river and were circling the fish and had them leaping out of the water and jumping to catch them - I know it a very Disney saying, but it was magical. Well worth the two hour wait, plenty of entertainment from the locals, the Manatees and the dolphins - just brilliant.
We did a lot of shopping. I have another new Louis Vuitton bag which I love. I also got a new iPod as its all cheaper out there.
All in all absolute bliss. I am recharged and refreshed and ready for anything!
Monday, 16 July 2007
Bad
I am feeling bad as I have not blogged as often as I should. Now, don't go saying, oh you're holding down a full time job and running and family etc, etc, it was tardy - accept it.
Life has been full and busy and I haven't had time, so I apologise, on bended knee here and now.
Eldest son finished his GCSE's and is now an official teenage lay about - although I have taught him how to use the hoover and the washing machine, which is progress indeed.
Youngest son has gone on the gifted and talented register for Art and History and is a smart arse indeed.
Husband is back, early I know, complete with Louis Vuitton present and perfume.
All in all I am happy and content.
Teachers finish in four days so peace and quiet at work for six weeks.
Had end of year staff do on Friday and I drank rather too much Gin - was ill until 4.00pm on Saturday afternoon - not good!
Life is full and busy - will try not to be so tardy in future!
Life has been full and busy and I haven't had time, so I apologise, on bended knee here and now.
Eldest son finished his GCSE's and is now an official teenage lay about - although I have taught him how to use the hoover and the washing machine, which is progress indeed.
Youngest son has gone on the gifted and talented register for Art and History and is a smart arse indeed.
Husband is back, early I know, complete with Louis Vuitton present and perfume.
All in all I am happy and content.
Teachers finish in four days so peace and quiet at work for six weeks.
Had end of year staff do on Friday and I drank rather too much Gin - was ill until 4.00pm on Saturday afternoon - not good!
Life is full and busy - will try not to be so tardy in future!
Monday, 2 July 2007
Gone
I am sad. He has gone again, and this time for three months.
Not that I'll have a moment to myself. Full time job, two sons, three cats and a house to run. Admittedly, when he's not here the house is tidier and I get things done which I can't when he is here. He moans at me and says unhelpful things like, 'sod the house work, there's some sun let's sit on our little patio sun trap and have a G&T, the hoursework will only need doing tomorrow', and who am I to argue.
He emailed me earlier, and I quote:
Hiya,
I'm on the plane and missing you already (surrounded by honeymooners and loving elderly couples!).
Wish you were here,traveling is not the same without you.
I wish I could earn enough to let you travel 1st class.... Maybe in time (when we are old and grey!)
love you more than life itself
D
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How could you not love him. He is my life.
Not that I'll have a moment to myself. Full time job, two sons, three cats and a house to run. Admittedly, when he's not here the house is tidier and I get things done which I can't when he is here. He moans at me and says unhelpful things like, 'sod the house work, there's some sun let's sit on our little patio sun trap and have a G&T, the hoursework will only need doing tomorrow', and who am I to argue.
He emailed me earlier, and I quote:
Hiya,
I'm on the plane and missing you already (surrounded by honeymooners and loving elderly couples!).
Wish you were here,traveling is not the same without you.
I wish I could earn enough to let you travel 1st class.... Maybe in time (when we are old and grey!)
love you more than life itself
D
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How could you not love him. He is my life.
Friday, 22 June 2007
Surprise
I have not been around much I know. We have one GCSE to go and then it is all over.
My husband has been away in San Francisco. He went on Fathers day and I have merely ambled from one day to the next awaiting his return. The week dragged.
Normally I get home from work every day, pour two gin and tonics, go and drag him out of his home office and we sit on our special patio down at the end of the garden in the last of the days sun and we talk. We have always done this, so when he isn't here I miss him dreadfully. It's like missing an arm or something.
I came home tonight. I walked in the door. I have no idea what it was, but I knew. I shouted his name and there he was. He was not due home until tomorrow, he got a flight a day earlier. We had been chatting all day on Messenger and I thought he was on the other side of the world, but he was only a mile away.
My cup runeth over - I love him so much.
My husband has been away in San Francisco. He went on Fathers day and I have merely ambled from one day to the next awaiting his return. The week dragged.
Normally I get home from work every day, pour two gin and tonics, go and drag him out of his home office and we sit on our special patio down at the end of the garden in the last of the days sun and we talk. We have always done this, so when he isn't here I miss him dreadfully. It's like missing an arm or something.
I came home tonight. I walked in the door. I have no idea what it was, but I knew. I shouted his name and there he was. He was not due home until tomorrow, he got a flight a day earlier. We had been chatting all day on Messenger and I thought he was on the other side of the world, but he was only a mile away.
My cup runeth over - I love him so much.
Thursday, 7 June 2007
Gardens
I love my garden. Not to do gardening in - I do it, but sometimes it can feel chore like (unless I am majorly hormonal, and then ripping weeds out is fantastic therapy), but to sit in and read books or drink drinks. My garden is my refuge from housework. If I sit in my garden I can't possibly be pushing a hoover round.
My garden is nothing special. The house we live in is fairly new, in that its 6½ years old and we moved in to it from new. My husband went away on the Monday after we moved in, and I was left to organise turfing the back garden. This is did, and not knowing anything about turf, he was horrified when he came back and pointed out that it had all come out of a field and wasn't lawn turf. Hubby, bless him, has been trying valiantly for the last 6½ years to turn it into a bowling green lawn, but it ain't gonna happen.
We live up a little slip of a road that has just three three houses in it. We garden to make it look nice and then leave it a while and then tidy and then leave a while - we are those sorts of gardeners, but compared to our neighbours, we are Alan Titchmarsh and Charlie Dimmock.
I do our hanging baskets, always have, and I have to do 11 every year, and, although I say it myself, they are pretty fab. Neighbour to the right has a gardener, and does absolutely nothing himself. Neighbour to the left has good intentions and then can't be bothered, you know the sort, buys plants then then leaves them lying around because putting them in the ground would be too much effort.
However, when all is said and done, I like where I live, and I like my neighbours and I really like my garden. However, it needs weeding and that I hate, but like the bathrooms and the dusting a polishing and the hoovering, it has to be done.
Either that or I could pour another G&T and go and sit in the greenhouse with my book!
My garden is nothing special. The house we live in is fairly new, in that its 6½ years old and we moved in to it from new. My husband went away on the Monday after we moved in, and I was left to organise turfing the back garden. This is did, and not knowing anything about turf, he was horrified when he came back and pointed out that it had all come out of a field and wasn't lawn turf. Hubby, bless him, has been trying valiantly for the last 6½ years to turn it into a bowling green lawn, but it ain't gonna happen.
We live up a little slip of a road that has just three three houses in it. We garden to make it look nice and then leave it a while and then tidy and then leave a while - we are those sorts of gardeners, but compared to our neighbours, we are Alan Titchmarsh and Charlie Dimmock.
I do our hanging baskets, always have, and I have to do 11 every year, and, although I say it myself, they are pretty fab. Neighbour to the right has a gardener, and does absolutely nothing himself. Neighbour to the left has good intentions and then can't be bothered, you know the sort, buys plants then then leaves them lying around because putting them in the ground would be too much effort.
However, when all is said and done, I like where I live, and I like my neighbours and I really like my garden. However, it needs weeding and that I hate, but like the bathrooms and the dusting a polishing and the hoovering, it has to be done.
Either that or I could pour another G&T and go and sit in the greenhouse with my book!
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