It’s MRI day. I go to hospital soon. Nervous, dazed, afraid. Sedation? No, thanks. But it’s tempting to be a chemical dreamer. Claustrophobic? Aye. The stillness is nice–only until panic starts. Wish me luck!
What outing could be complete without facepaint? What outing could be complete without our son disowning us for an oversized orange Kangaroo? Good Times: Son riding a bike that is massively too big for him, and yet he does admirably well, and a daughter who seeks the seclusion of her chariot pram? There’s a few…
Well, it’s November 1st. What does that mean, apart from the start of NaBloPoMo? It means I’m putting together my Christmas Card list, of course! Last year, I put out the invitation to y’all out there. And I was repaid, nicely. I gave (and received in turn) cards from all over, as far off as…
Perhaps my most satisfactory moment – culinarily speaking, that is – as a parent so far was when Keira was about eight months old. I cooked Lentils; that particular legume I’d never actually eaten in my life prior to that point. I waited, I wondered, “Would she eat it? Would it taste nice?” Yes, and…
[Source] Clive Owen? Nope – after the other night’s dream, let me tell you ladies, this is the horse you need to bet on. Trust me. Ahem. I think I’ve said enough… [P.S If you have no idea who this is, it’s Jensen Ackles from Supernatural.] [Remember: Please vote for me here and here! I will stop…
I finally got into the ENT (Ear, Nose, Throat) specialist the other day. A rather interesting experience… My childhood doctor told me to never stick anything in my ear that was smaller than my little finger, lest you do serious damage. So the only reason I let this guy near me with a long piece…
We went to an OXFAM book sale on the weekend. Grabbing books indiscriminately off the tables, we came home with a glut of treasures. This is the inside of Peyton Place. The first 12 pages are ripped out. When I first discovered this, I was a tad annoyed, until I read the message on the…
Here’s what I remember (probably the only thing I remember) from high school science: Bunsen burners can burn two kinds of flame; the orange flame and the blueish, translucent flame. The blue flame is the hotter kind. Yesterday, when the children were napping (yes, Riley’s sleeping again, thank God) and then again last night, I…
I’ve been reading everybody’s comments to yesterday’s post, and I’m here chuckling. There are some whacked out sub-consciousnesses out there! Some might might that perturbing; I find it outstanding! I tell you, it’s been a lovely distraction too, because my son has decided he’ll give insomnia a try as a hobby. Just, you know, because…
