Ummmmmmmm....

I can't think... no seriously, I can't. 

It's not normal for me to have nothing to say...well it isn't is it?!  I have an opinion on most things and I'm not really afraid to share either but not today... today my brain has left the building early and I'm afraid..I got nothing.

What's worse is that its not just writer's block.. it's "everything block".. I'm struggling to think of anything today, can't choose a book to read.. can't choose what to watch on the tv, can't decide whether I should just give up and go to bed or if I should sit here looking a little like this..

...for a little while longer. lol

I'm not quite sure what happened.. maybe its "baby brain", I know, I know my children being 6 and 9 now are hardly babies anymore but I've been in the company of that gorgeous boy, Beau today.. and something happens to a girls brain when there are babies present..lol we go all soft n mushy.. could be that I suppose..maybe I haven't recovered from the gorgeousness and the cuddles..

Or maybe I haven't had enough caffeine today..we know I don't function well without coffee.. but I can't change that now, its passed 11pm and I'll be awake all night..

I usually like to write at the weekend..most of my posts are 'created' (although not necessarily posted..) on a Sunday.  Sundays are great days for writing.  Long and lazy, usually spent in pyjamas  and with nothing to do but create (ooo.. and laundry lol) ...it's bliss.  This weekend has been a bit backwards as the kids were at a birthday party on Saturday so the visit to Strawberry Bridge to visit the fam. that usually takes place on a Saturday was swapped to Sunday.. could be that, maybe the old grey matter thinks its still Saturday, in which case it's going to be most unhappy in about 8 hours when it has to drag itself out of bed to get the kids to school, oops...

OR  It could be that its been a quiet week and there isn't much to write about having already told of my woe at the impending completion of the sale of no. 11.. hmm.. all valid points and completely possible of course, the posts made earlier in the week would naturally mean that there is little else to say come Sunday writing day...

I dunno what it was.. but would you look at that... look at all those lines I wrote about having nothing to write about... hehehehe marvellous!!

G'nite xx

When a house isn't just bricks and mortar..

change  (chnj)

v. changed, chang·ing, chang·es

v.tr.

1.

a. To cause to be different: 

b. To give a completely different form or appearance to; transform: 

2. To give and receive reciprocally; interchange: change places.

3. To exchange for or replace with another, usually of the same kind or category: change one's name; a light that changes colors.

4. To lay aside, abandon, or leave for another; switch: change methods; change sides.

5. To transfer from (one conveyance) to another: 

6. To become different or undergo alteration

7. To undergo transformation or transition

8. To go from one phase to another, as the moon or the seasons.

9. To make an exchange

10. To transfer from one conveyance to another

11. The act, process, or result of altering or modifying

12. The replacing of one thing for another; substitution

13. A transformation or transition from one state, condition, or phase to another.

14. Something different

 Change is scary..

"Out with the old, in with the new.." they say.. well changes are afoot in my life once more.. some good and some bad, as is usual for me and some will be harder to swallow than others I expect.

To begin with, the biggest change to befall me so far this year is that we sold the family home.. and by family home I mean my Grans/Dads house.  I have mixed feelings about this.. on the one hand I know it had to come, of the 3 of us children left now neither one of us could have used it.. our families are too big these days lol.. and there is also the fact that somethings are better moved away from.. but still, that house has seen a lot of lil Smith's grow and fly away and 1 or 2 return also.

Many many moons ago as I'm sure I've probably shared before, my Great Great Grandpa Fred (they're all called Fred, Sam, John-George or Mary remember??  or Napoleon lol) owned a mill in my home town.  Well mill owners then had a lot of workers and owned houses to put them in too.  There is a lil street that stood near to where the mill was that was once occupied by pretty much all of my family.. and when my grandparents got married they were given number 11.

That was in 70 years ago (eek!) in 1941, in the years that followed my Grandparents Jack (John George) and Mary (pattern...much?) raised their children there.. my Dad (Peter) and his elder sister (Sandra).. my Dad was actually born on the kitchen floor I believe..lol and as we all know by now he died 57 years later in the bathroom of the same house.   My Grandad died in the house too.. so lots of sad memories but also many happy ones.. my Mum lived there a while with my Dad's family when her own parents moved away and my younger brother Phil lived there in later years when Dad and he moved in after downsizing from our childhood home.

As children when we visited we played in the street outside.. on the grassy verge opposite where another row of houses had once stood.. family members passed away or moved on and soon there was only my Grandma left at number 11 but she knew all the neighbours and they all knew us, when Brenda, the lady at the end of the street got a brand new VHS player in 1981 we all went around to watch E.T. and sat in amazement at being able to watch big screen movies on the little tv in the corner instead of trailing to the cinema and having to pay!!! LOL

It was a magical place for me.. comforting, home from home.. warm, loving and a very happy place full of the memories of 3 generations and if I think about letting it go my heart aches..but I know those people are gone now and there stands the house, empty and run down.. unloved..no.. not unloved because it is loved, very very much... unhappy maybe?.. yes, unhappy is a better word.. an empty nest of sorts..and empty nests are always sad..

That house gave shelter and warmth to a very happy and loving family and now that there are just a handful of us left maybe its time to move forward.  I hope that it is restored to its former glory and could maybe once again be a happy home to a new young family.. if those walls could talk I'm sure it could tell some happy tales and I like to think it would be as sad to lose us as we are to leave her behind..

I doubt any of us will forget number 11 and the huge part it played in our lives.. I hope she's treated well.

Booker Prize anyone??

This is my daughter Heather looking all intellectual in her pretty glasses...

As you all should know by now.. I am raising a genius.

Now.. I know that every mother thinks her children are wonderfully smart and talented and I'm sure that all mothers go on and on and on and on about how their little darlings are advanced in every way possible and considerably better than everyone else's child..etc etc.

I realise that is how I might come across but I'm really not saying that at all..I am genuinely astounded by my child this evening..

Don't get me wrong, I knew before this evening that she's very clever.. they all are (see?.. Mums..what are we like? lol) but it wasn't always the case, no, in fact, at one time I was quite worried about these lil girls that came into the world 6 weeks early..and weighing about 5lbs each.. we worried about Heather most... first out and having broken her waters 40 hours before her birth she was treated with various concoctions to combat infections and was quite ill for a while.. wouldn't feed voluntarily, had no sucking reflex, coughing up bright yellow stomach bile at every feed.. pulling out her nasal tubes..laying motionless and just existing sometimes.. it was awful.. and quite hard going there for a little while..

Still, 2 weeks later they both rallied and were allowed home and our journey truly kicked off in style..  at 18 months when she would just lay on the floor and wouldn't sit up for long nevermind roll around or crawl or walk we were worried again and even though we were assured that its normal for preemies to be slightly behind (and she also had a big brother doing her bidding for her) they'd be caught-up to their contempories soon enough and before we knew it, it was time for school..

Heather loves school.. she reads everything, books.. leaflets.. back of the cornflakes packet.. everything...and it shows, she's way advanced in her reading level and is coming up quickly behind brother Jake who is 3 years older.. he's only a smidge worried ;)

So it should have come as no surprise really when she rushed in from school with some folded pieces of blank paper that she'd glued together in the middle at school to make a "book" for me to read.  She sat all afternoon and then some more after dinner and finally (with minutes to spare before bed!!) she was ready..

This is Heather's book.. bare in mind, she's 6 years old.. yes SIX.  enjoy.



this is the blurb.


front cover











How fab is that???  It's in her bookbag ready to go to school in the morning to show her teacher.. bless her, she's so proud of herself..

Booker Prize here we come.. ooh!! maybe the Nobel Prize for Literature... wonder if Richard & Judy will read it in their bookclub?? lol

A budding author in there making.. you read it here first.. watch this space. ;)

moving on to 2012!!!!!!!!

Right!!!! we're 4  (yes FOUR.. count them F-O-U-R.. 1,2,3,4..) days in to 2011 and I would like to declare it the shittiest year in the history of years ever already.

For why?  I hear you ask.. The festivities are only just over.. what can possibly have gone wrong just 4 days in?

Well.. firstly I'm ill.. and I'm a shitty patient. lol

I have the most horrific chest infection which has been caused by some sort of virus/flu type thing, which has exacerbated my asthma symptoms.  Basically I've had flu which has gone on to my chest and brought on my asthma and ...I can't breathe!!!  I have wheezing all over my lung area and crackling at the bottom.. which is a early warning sign of pnuemonia (sp?) apparently, according to my nursey friend who is more knowledgeable than a medical dictionary I swear.

This probably explains why I have to take 3 antibiotics, 8 steroids and as much puffer as I need coupled with pain killers, steam baths/head over a bowl with the old olbas oil etc and cough medicine too..  I can't drink, cos of the antibiotics and the steroids keep me awake all night if the coughing doesn't AND the antibiotics have given me the trots... delightful.

As always I look completely stunning (o_O!!)... my lovely lank and greasy hair that desperate needs washing is scraped back off my face and chucked up in a lil pink bobble, (hot I know..), I'm in my pj's, my house is a shit-tip and poor Grandad John is not only ferrying me between doctors and chemists and home but he's also  taking my kids to school too.


LOVELY start to the New Year!!!!  It can't get any worse can it??

Well apparently so.. there I am, up out of bed to get some breakfast (can't take all those pills on an empty stomach) browsing through the morning's gossip headlines over at the Daily Mail and what do I find??

David Tennant to marry girlfriend Georgia-Moffett




I'm off to put my head int'oven.