So Rich bought me a slow cooker for Xmas. I knew he'd bought a kitchen appliance because he did his Xmas shopping right at the last minute and he came in with a HUGE bag from Argos with an obvious cardboard box in it.
I didnt peek, but I knew it was kitchen stuff..
He did it well though, he gave me the present from the kids first, it was a beautiful necklace and I was shocked to be honest. Rich doesnt usually do "bling" as Angie calls it.
Then he gave me the slow cooker and we all laughed including Mum...infact i was still laughing when John gave her a smoothie maker - kitchen appliances all round!!
Then we're sitting a few days later watching the Graham Norton Xmas special and one of the guests is Lorraine Kelly, he asked whats the worst Xmas gift she ever got and what did she say??
yes.....
a slow cooker.
Rich curled up laughing and it was truly a classic....it can only happen to him.
So now I feel that as Lorraine Kelly said on national television that the worst present in the world to receive is a slow cooker that means that Rich surely must owe me another present....
what do you think??
Monday, 31 December 2007
Xmas
So Xmas has been and gone. It was fun actually, Rich was working (as usual) so not much fun for him but the kids had a great time.
Xmas eve was spent tracking Santa across the world (with a lil bit of help from Google Earth and NORAD), at first they thought it was amazing and they all sat infront of the screen watching it update and screaming for me to come read the location (- which I hasten to add was no fun for me cos I was trying to get the mountain of ironing done so I didnt have to spend the evening doing chores). After a while they realised it was going to take hours for Santa to get to our house and became bored and then they started...
"Is it bedtime yet?"
"No."
"When's Santa coming?"
"When you're in bed"
"Can I go to bed now?"
"Angelina, it's 9am, you've just had your breakfast..."
"I'm tired"
"You're not going to bed"
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease??"
"No."
then she hit Heather, for no reason, just because she can. Little bugger.
So that was how the day started and continued pretty much until bedtime despite my calls of "Santa's not going to be happy" or "Santa only brings presents for good little boys and girls you know!!"
Apparently my children couldn't give two shits what Santa thought. Bless them.
When we were kids we were terrified by the thought that Santa may not call.... not my kids, they not bothered if Santa calls or not cos who cares when Nana's coming!!!
Maybe I haven't instilled enough fear into their little souls...must remember to rectify that ;)
Xmas morning passed in a blur and a sea of presents and my front room looked like ToysRUs gone wrong... outside there are 4 black bin liners full of cardboard boxes and packaging...wtf is that all about? why do they have to put those stupid twisty tags on everything too? They are the MOST annoying thing in the world ever and the kids cant wait to for you to untwist everything so they move on to the next one and you miss all the best bits cos you're buried under a mountain of twisty plastic tags and wrapping paper!!
Anyway they were thrilled with what they got (although now...a week later I bet if I asked them they couldn't tell you half of the things they received) and I have to go through the house throwing out last years toys to find space to put the new stuff. I'm sure my mother buys them as many gifts as possible just to make me go through the house and declutter!!! I know she does, she's spent the last 3 years trying to persuade me to get rid of the baby stuff to make some room in the place although secretly I think this is a plot cooked up between her and Rich to make sure I dont have anymore babies!! LOL
Anyway, a good time was had by all, John cooked a fabulous dinner and Rich made it home in time to eat it too!! I made Mum laugh and cry all in one go with my fantastic gift buying (I am surely the best at this) and I got some shiny bling...and a slow cooker (there's a funny story with this one). Read on.....
Xmas eve was spent tracking Santa across the world (with a lil bit of help from Google Earth and NORAD), at first they thought it was amazing and they all sat infront of the screen watching it update and screaming for me to come read the location (- which I hasten to add was no fun for me cos I was trying to get the mountain of ironing done so I didnt have to spend the evening doing chores). After a while they realised it was going to take hours for Santa to get to our house and became bored and then they started...
"Is it bedtime yet?"
"No."
"When's Santa coming?"
"When you're in bed"
"Can I go to bed now?"
"Angelina, it's 9am, you've just had your breakfast..."
"I'm tired"
"You're not going to bed"
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease??"
"No."
then she hit Heather, for no reason, just because she can. Little bugger.
So that was how the day started and continued pretty much until bedtime despite my calls of "Santa's not going to be happy" or "Santa only brings presents for good little boys and girls you know!!"
Apparently my children couldn't give two shits what Santa thought. Bless them.
When we were kids we were terrified by the thought that Santa may not call.... not my kids, they not bothered if Santa calls or not cos who cares when Nana's coming!!!
Maybe I haven't instilled enough fear into their little souls...must remember to rectify that ;)
Xmas morning passed in a blur and a sea of presents and my front room looked like ToysRUs gone wrong... outside there are 4 black bin liners full of cardboard boxes and packaging...wtf is that all about? why do they have to put those stupid twisty tags on everything too? They are the MOST annoying thing in the world ever and the kids cant wait to for you to untwist everything so they move on to the next one and you miss all the best bits cos you're buried under a mountain of twisty plastic tags and wrapping paper!!
Anyway they were thrilled with what they got (although now...a week later I bet if I asked them they couldn't tell you half of the things they received) and I have to go through the house throwing out last years toys to find space to put the new stuff. I'm sure my mother buys them as many gifts as possible just to make me go through the house and declutter!!! I know she does, she's spent the last 3 years trying to persuade me to get rid of the baby stuff to make some room in the place although secretly I think this is a plot cooked up between her and Rich to make sure I dont have anymore babies!! LOL
Anyway, a good time was had by all, John cooked a fabulous dinner and Rich made it home in time to eat it too!! I made Mum laugh and cry all in one go with my fantastic gift buying (I am surely the best at this) and I got some shiny bling...and a slow cooker (there's a funny story with this one). Read on.....
Little bit of background info..
So this is me, my name is Jennie and I'm 32. I'm married to Richard (37) and we have 3 kids, a boy Jake who is 6 and twin girls Heather and Angelina who are 3. Ooh we got a cat too, Lily who is 8 and a bit mad...
There's not much else to know, Rich is a Chef and a guitarist in a band and I'm a stay at home mum. Jake is in his 2nd year of primary school and the girls are at pre-school for 2 hours a day which is probably when I'll spend my time updating here.
What else do you need to know about.....hmmmmm...
I think I might have to come back to this....my family is more than a little complicated!!
There's not much else to know, Rich is a Chef and a guitarist in a band and I'm a stay at home mum. Jake is in his 2nd year of primary school and the girls are at pre-school for 2 hours a day which is probably when I'll spend my time updating here.
What else do you need to know about.....hmmmmm...
I think I might have to come back to this....my family is more than a little complicated!!
ok....here we go.
I decided that it would probably be a good idea to start one of these things as the kids are getting bigger now and don't demand so much of my time anymore which means, I can usually grab a quick 10 minutes to update every now and then.
I love to read other peoples blogs, I hope ours will be as interesting...I fear that it may not. There's not much happens here except the daily goings on of a family of 5. Every so often there'll be pictures and funny comments about some silly thing one of the kids have said but I suspect the only people that will read them will be my Mum and me.
My grammar is appalling but my spelling is shit-hot so who cares if I forget to add a full stop here and there, at least you'll know what I mean.
I think I'm writing this more for my children than anyone else, I want to be able to keep a record of the things they do and say as I haven't really been able to so far. 3 children are a handful somedays but more of a joy than anything else. I'm not going to go backwards in time and relay all the details of birth and birthday's/xmas's past because there's no point as I have a time-line application on another site, now that is a soppy read and full of sentimental clap trap as my Dad would probably say hahah - maybe I'll post a link one day when its finished but for now you'll just have to cope with what's here.
Enjoy.
*** note to my children.
There may be naughty words here... you are not allowed to read until a) you learn and b) you are old enough to explain to me why I should let you... now go play Buttmunches. xx
I love to read other peoples blogs, I hope ours will be as interesting...I fear that it may not. There's not much happens here except the daily goings on of a family of 5. Every so often there'll be pictures and funny comments about some silly thing one of the kids have said but I suspect the only people that will read them will be my Mum and me.
My grammar is appalling but my spelling is shit-hot so who cares if I forget to add a full stop here and there, at least you'll know what I mean.
I think I'm writing this more for my children than anyone else, I want to be able to keep a record of the things they do and say as I haven't really been able to so far. 3 children are a handful somedays but more of a joy than anything else. I'm not going to go backwards in time and relay all the details of birth and birthday's/xmas's past because there's no point as I have a time-line application on another site, now that is a soppy read and full of sentimental clap trap as my Dad would probably say hahah - maybe I'll post a link one day when its finished but for now you'll just have to cope with what's here.
Enjoy.
*** note to my children.
There may be naughty words here... you are not allowed to read until a) you learn and b) you are old enough to explain to me why I should let you... now go play Buttmunches. xx
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