Parky

I have just watched Parkinson and the guests he had tonight were great.

Liza Minelli Sharon Osbourne and Lionel Ritchie. Liza is a bit odd to be honest and has a strange speach thing going on, but the song she sang made the hairs on my neck stand up, it was huge and emotional and brilliant.
Lionel was funny. Human and honest (for a chat show) and personable.

Sharon is fab-u-lous. Utterly Completely Fab-u-lous.

You know the question "if you could ask 5 people, alive or dead to a dinner party, who would they be?"

Sharon would be there. ..... no doubt about it. And it would be fantastic.



lybxx

Bed Hopping

Last night at about midnight Small went to the bathroom and then wandered back into my bed.

Now, I always slightly grumble to her about this, but she knows that I love it! We have a rule...or we used to have a rule when she was little that her feet had to touch me all the time while she was in bed with me (its not wierd...it stops wriggleing!) and this rule has carried on.

Between 1am and 1.30 am she hit me twice with her arm as she turned over.
At just after 3am she was asleep on my back!!...she used to do this when she was younger too.....she lays on her tummy on my back.....and that was fine when she was 2 years old, she is now 8 and really heavy.

At 3.30 I was so fed up with sleeping on about 6 inches of a king sized bed.....8year olds take up so much room!! that I got into her bed. Its quite cool actually, I bought it for her when we moved into this house and its like a cabin bed with a modern funky twist. It was really comfortable and I slept well until the alarm went off, and then Small went off about where was I, and why was I in her bed?
She never remembers anything that happens in the night, she has been, in the past, repeatedly sick and cant remember a thing about it in the morning

So I just did the mummy face thing and told her it was only fair that if she could sleep in my bed, then I could sleep in hers.



lybxx

Question

This afternoon I had 'girl-time'.

~This entails a long hot bath with the compulsary bubbles (obviously carefully washed away after bath) and the watching of weepy film.
Beaches. The Bette Midler classic. ...you know the one, two friends, met as children, argue over man, one friend dies, leaves child to other, unsuitable but clearly going to shape up for motherhood to orphan, friend. The song "Did you ever know that your my hero?" much girl crying.

I reciently read a book....recomended my Richard and Judy no less! "My Best Friends Girl" pretty much the same story, but without the singing. I picked it up when I went to bed and started reading it about 11pm. At 01.30 I went for a cup of tea because I couldnt take it any more, as I went to go downstairs I caught sight of myself in the mirror and realised that the gentle crying I thought I had been doing had clearly been more than that, as my eyes were really red and my face was all blotchy. No more, I thought, while drinking my tea, however the enevitable happened, and I picked up the book again when I went back to bed and finally finished reading it at just before 3am.

It made me think. If I died Small would obviously go and live with her dad, (who would be marvelous) but if he wasnt there and all my family had died in the same freak accident that I was in, where would she go?

I know where I would want her to be. And who deserves her. And who she deserves, the only slight snag is that this person would have an enormous hissy fit at the very idea, sputtering"get that child away from me!"
What this person doesn't realise is that despite really not wanting children (REALLY not wanting them) they would be the perfect people to have Small. (apart from the obvious child-hating) Small would grow up as I would want her to. With sound values and morals, around people that loved her (you'd hope that would happen in time!) with humour and fun and fresh air. And with someone that would really *get* her.
I mentioned, in passing-like you do, this to the person in question who nearly had a heart attack, however after much spluttery deliberation she agreed, that if I died, as did all my family, and friends, and everyone else I knew, in the same freaky accident then yes Small could live with, and be loved by them.

So, there's a result...dont you think? !! ? no need to worry about that anymore then! excelent.


lybxx

Yee-Haa

Having finished the whole maths thing I decided it was time to start a new evening class.

I pondered for a while about what to do, something educational? Something creative? Then the decision was made for me.
My lovely friend Janey rang me and asked me if I would go with her to line dancing. (I know!!!)
Amid much laughter and taking the piss out of the idea I agreed.

Now, a long time ago Laa-Laa and I frequented a club that was part of an American airbase. It was proper 'Deep-South' dancing, either line dancing or partner dancing. It was a blast!! ....and watching the stetsons, boots and tight jeans were very good incentive to go. (big grin)

So, last night Janey and I turned up at our first class. there was a real mixture of ages, from about 25 to 60. Everyone was a beginner and there were alot of mistakes and laughing.
I had a great time! Learning dances that were at beginner level but still, if you were ever in the situation that you would need to dance them you would be able to join in.

I dont know where I would ever need to use the skills I am learning, but it is hard work. We were both hot and breathing hard after an hour and a half of trying to make our feet do what the instructor was asking them to do. But it was so much fun, and such a laugh. Trendy its not! But I would recomend it to everyone......and you never know when a cowboy in chaps and tight jeans will appear! mmmmmmm :-)


lybxx

Oxford v Cambridge. (analagy)

I have reciently been embrolled in a debate between Oxford and Cambridge.

Having visited Oxford and found it to be charming, well mannered, funny, noisy, talkative and very obvious.
Cambridge, in this example, is all of the above except less noisy and much less obvious. However, because of this less obviousness it is actually more of everything than Oxford, and keeps surprising me because of this.
And very intreging. Cambridge makes me want to explore further and investigate.

So, in answer to the 'home or away' question, I am staying home! And glad to be here!


lybx

My Boy.

This week Mumbly has been at Burley Horse Trials, not competeing, except in her dreams (!) but staying on site and watching.

She goes every year and meets up with her oldest dearest friend, and other friends that she knows in the horsey world.
This is really her only weeks holiday in the year. She loves it. Its has horses, friends and sleep. She goes up there at least 24 hours before she has to, so that she can read and sleep and eat chocolate! then other people arrive, and the wine, photos of family and friends and talking begins.

The horse knowledge and experiance that this collection of women have are second to none. They are all practical, imaginative, strong women. These women are amazing.

However, this leaves all Mumbly's ponies home alone! ..... and its fantastic because I get to look after them for a week! All week I have fed, loved and pretended they are mine, and the lifestlye that Mumbly lives is mine as well.

I have had so much fun. Mumbly has a new pony and he was really very thin when he arrived, quite worringly so. He has to be brought in every day for extra food. It has been good to get to know him better, with all his little picularities.
The two others and The gentleman have been pleased to see me when I arrive in the field, sometimes with apple in my pocket and sometimes not.

One of Mumbly's ponies when he arrived nearly two years ago was a pitiful little thing. she bought three at the same time, the other two were much prettier and more obvious, he was so tired being just a baby when he arrived he was literally swaying, and was very poorly, so poorly it was touch and go for a while if he would make it.

He has turned out to be beautiful. Big and Brave and very stubborn. I love this pony. When I go into the field I say hello to the others first, then go up to him and hug him and hug him, really tight, and he just stands there, huging me back (no really, he does!) loving the attention. I feel the same when I hug Stinky or my cat Mimy...it actually makes my heart hurt.
I love the way that if you take a photo of him there is a 75% chance he will have his toungue out for comedy value, I love it that he stands on my feet and then looks away as if to say 'whats that....get off?.....what are you talking about?' and I love it that he doesnt do that to anyone else.

I think that if Mumbly was to ever sell him, whoever it was that got him would be very lucky, he is a perfect childs pony. At the moment, the thinking is that Small will have him, which just delights me, I think that the Gentleman is fantastic, but My boy is made of Gold. And I look forward to seeing him grow, change and learn and I trust him implicitly with Small.

I really really wish either:

He was going to get much bigger
or
I was a child again!!


lybxx

Choices.

Why when you have made a choice, and you know its the right one, does it still confuse and hurt?


Memories, sights, smells and feelings get in the way of choices. Not that I am going back on a choice that I have made, I made it for the right reasons and will uphold it, but.......

Its difficult. And makes me feel wistful. And think its unfair. Why did I have to make this choice in the first place? Why, in my head, cant it work?

~I miss you~


lybxx

Sir Alan

Twat Face (uni lecturer) has gone!!!!

Following my complaint, and 'word getting around that I had', it turns out that a first year and a third year student also put in a complaint.

The university had no option but to investigate.

Last week I recieved an email from the head of criminology that was very professional, unless you chose to read between the lines and then it was hilarious, informing me that Twat face had "Left The University"


G.R.I.N.



lybxx

First Day

Today was Small's first day at her new school.

She crawled into bed with me in the middle of the night and when the alarm went off she was terribly excited. She dressed and had breakfast very quickly then we drove off to the new school.

We had been to the school last week to pick up items of uniform that we needed and Small had made a friend with someone else who was there with their mum doing the same thing. When Small saw new friend she rushed off. New Friend introduced her to several other children very quickly, all of whom with be in Smalls class.

As she ran off she shouted "Love You Bye"


And that was that!

When I later picked her up she couldnt stop talking about what she had done, and with who. Really cheerful.

Thank goodness it wasnt the ordeal that Small was expecting it to be and I was hoping it wouldnt be!


lybxx

Bittersweet

I work in a place that I love. I love my job (mostly) and mostly quite like most of the people that I work with.


I have worked every shift for the last 18 months with one guy, and except when one of us is on holiday there we are, for 14 hours at a time working with people that you need to have a sence of humour and patience and then more humour and patience.

I have known this guy for 12 years. Though both of us moving in with people, marrying them, having children with them and divorcing them and then finding other partners.

He has literally picked me off the floor on a number of occations, both physically and emotionally, brushed me down, listened to me and set me on my way again, with issues both in work and out, and on one occation I lost it about a personal matter he did the best thing anyone could do for me...he left me alone for a while, then found me and hugged me and didnt let go, and I cant thank him enough for that. I hope that I have been there for him in what ever capacity he has needed me to be, for the times he has needed it. He has protected me from the politics that is in every work place and absolutly does not gossip. (much!)

His last shift was today. We didnt have a remarkable day, it was just me and him working together as we always do, .....with the humour and the patience...... and then we had an enormous hug and went our separate ways.

I shall miss working with him hugely. His energy and enthusiasm and ways of looking at things. I wish him the absolute best. I dont doubt that we shall meet for beers and laughs on many occations, but I wanted to say all the things here that I didnt say tonight when he left.

So now I have!


lybxx