HOW MUCH?!?!?!?!?!

The 'Jennie Savage Exchequer' is closed for business until I've saved up some more money...

it's true I have finally spent up. At least thats what I'm telling the kids....lol



This is "My Baby", apparently....

"She's the sweetest, most realistic baby doll you'll ever meet. You can give her a name and she will respond to it! My Baby can move her arms & head and can hold her accessories. She loves to hug her teddy bear, drink from her bottle and hold her blanket. You can play peek-a-boo together and she giggles when you tickle her. Take care of your baby by changing her nappy, feeding her and wrapping her up in her blanket when it's time for bed."

This coming Sunday my beautiful girls are 4. Apparently, "this ^^^ is what we want for our birthday Mummy!!".

Apparently "We NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED her"

Apparently... we need one each because one of us wants to call her 'Emma' like in the advert and one of us wants to call her "No Rebecca NO!!!!!" after Luke from BB (guess which one and no... I don't allow my 4 yr olds to watch Big Brother....it's a long story...lol) and she'll only recognise one name.

Apparently... 'My Baby' is £50. yes... I said FIFTY F*CKIN POUNDS!!!!!!!!!!!! for a doll!

"HOW MUCH?!?!?!?!?" Yell I in the middle of the toystore, much to the disapproving stares of every mother in the world around me.

"That will be £100 please" whispers terrified young shop assistant with pretty pink cheeks... me thinks she was a tad embarrassed by my shocking outburst. "They're £50 each."

"FIFTY QUID?!?!? for a doll?" say I...

"Does it shite pound coins for that?" says my shopping buddy *edited* who would like to remain anonymous due to the embarrassment of read this post earlier.....

"ummm..... no, I don't think so..?" says the poor girl and then she reads off the small list of things it does do as I lean on the counter and cross my legs to try not to pee my pants laughing at anon shopping bud who is stood wide eyed and mumbling under her breath about "daylight fookin' robbery!" - I sooooooooo nearly made a puddle in Toymaster.

"Well for £50 it'd better be made of f*ckin gold!" says anon shopping bud. heh ;)

So in the end I didn't buy them, not because I don't want them but I had a feeling we were about to be ejected from the shop!!

Anyway, no matter for I have discovered 2 vouchers in my inbox for 20% off from the ELC as part of their birthday club thing, I might have to save myself a few quid and get them from there, £40 each is still a lot but its better than £50 I suppose...lol

and then when I've finished buying those my precious boy Jake wants a Nintendo DS lite for his birthday (do't want much my lot huh??) and then there's the Wii that I just bought them for Xmas... that was a bargain though!!!! LOL I'm rubbish aren't I? every year I complain that they get too much and every year they get more...

Think they might have to fight Rich for the Wii though he's already planning the Xmas day games schedule!!! I bought one of those Wii Fit things to go with it too, so its definitely worth the money if it helps us all in our recent quest to become fit instead of fat!! LOL

I just hope my newly anorexic wallet can recover....hehehe

Best excuse in the world ever!

^^^ she might not be but I bloody am!!!

As we are all aware, I have been having some scary domestic goddess moments of late.

Well I'm pleased to announce they are over, well... for today at least!

I'm clearing away breakfast dishes, go to the sink and what do I find??



nice isn't it?

needless to say I wont be doing any dishes until someone rescues me from this monster so I'm off to put my feet up with a cuppa and the omnibus edition of the Gilmore Girls on E4!!! God I feckin' LOVE Saturdays!!! mwahahahahaha

Out of the waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!!!!!!!!!

Look!!! its me!!!!!

Well, almost. Today I got back behind the wheel of a car for the first time in... well a whole lot of years that I don't really want to count!
I was 17 when my Dad taught me to drive (around Tesco car park in Cleckheaton) and now I'm 33 so you work it out cos I'm pretending not to remember! LOL

My driving instructor is called Lee and he's a little older than me, he's nice but unfortunately he does NOT resemble Mr Tennant above and I'm afraid thats just not good enough!! There was I, under the impression that driving instructors are to look like my beloved David (albeit in geeky form...it matters not to me) but alas no *le sigh*.
Still... its probably a good thing, I would NEVER have been able to concentrate with David Tennant at the dual controls! I'd be a road menace! heheheh

Anyhoo... I decided I liked it that much that I'm gonna do it again!! might even do a test or two and buy me a car...mmmmhmmm...ya... me..owning a car! Oooh... pink fluffy dice and pink seat covers....PINK CAR!!!!!!!! Rich would never get in it would he? Remind of this fact, I may need it later ;)

So I went driving and not only did I drive around Sainsbury's car park (which was fun but let's face it, its not Tesco's in Cleckheaton and I'm not 17 and terrified anymore either...) and then down some road somewhere (scarily observant aren't I?) and I have to admit, it wasn't long before it was all coming back to me so even though I was having a smidge more than a gigantic meltdown at 9am this morning I was soon feeling much better and I'm quite proud of myself too.

So, Lee's a pretty busy guy, I'm booked in for next lesson on 2nd October and I'm doing them in 2 hour blocks weekly at the mo, but I can't wait for the next one and am practising at home with the dinner plate and wooden spoon (stop laughing I'm serious heh), its exciting isn't it?!?!?!

Not enough hours in the day!!!

I have soooooooo much to do today it's not funny.

So rather than getting started I decided to sit here and type instead!!! hehehehehe I'm crap aren't I??

Anyway, I only have 10 minutes before I have to collect the girls from nursery so thats my excuse... 10 minutes is neither use nor ornament (Ooooh!! Had a Nan flashback then) to anyone and so I might as well take the opportunity to have a 'JenJen moment' and do something more interesting than cleaning!! See.... Juicy logic is much better than regular logic.

Seriously though, what can a girl do in 10 minutes?? (9 actually now...) Well, I could go dig out my wellies cos let's face it... this rain is NOT going to end in the next 9 minutes ORRRRRRRRRR I could NOT, cos wellies aren't cool really when you're 33 are they? (*Mental note - must buy new wellies, preferably pink. Oooh!! or green with lil frogs eyes on them YAY!!!).

So, rain not stopping...must dig out wellies and huge coat cos can't find an umbrella... why is that?? Why in the summer can I find 14 umbrellas (and all usually at the bottom of the stairs waiting to trip me up) but when its actually raining there is not an umbrella to be seen? and there are not that many people in my house... but still, no brollies. hmph.

ok.. so lots of rain, no brolly, no wellies and 7 minutes to go... I'm gonna get wet aren't I? Bugger.


On the plus side of today my friend and favourite neighbour - also known as 'Jen'- returns home from her super long summer holiday (5 weeks is a ridiculously long time to be away from me, how rude) and I cant wait to see her!! I feel a LOOOOADS of gossip and copious amounts of coffee moment happening in the VERY near future...or more precisely, this afternoon.

all this excitement and then there is Jake to collect, dinner to make (Spag Bol), my nephew should be making a sportacus-like appearance this afternoon (he likes to entertain me) AND Jake has football practice at 5.30pm although with this rain thats more than doubtful I expect...

Tonight is bath night (post football bath is an absolute necessity cos them footballers have filthy knees when they've finished!!) again and I have to squeeze all this in before the Big Brother final!!!

I don't know how I am going to manage it...come to think of it...how will I manage without Big Brother every night?? I might have to find a new hobby...

Oooh 11am, time to brave the rain and I haven't even thought about the housework yet!!

xx

BARGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!

Angelina informs me that tomorrow I am off out to purchase a tree house...or more specifically 3 tree houses (one for each of them) BUUUUUUUUUUUUUT Angie's has to be the biggest because she has the "biggest and prettiest head" (of course... what other reason would there be?) and she will have to pump them all up because "I am a great pumperer upper arent I Mummy? Yes I am!."

and what will these 3 delightful pumpered uppered tree houses cost me?

10p each - "they're not cheap you know Mummy" ;) but I am also informed that I can afford it...

and how does she know that I can afford it?? (this is the best bit) because if I go out and get 3 treehouses for Angelina, Heather and Jake with Angelina's being the biggest to incorporate her large head then AFTER she has pumperered them upperered and then had a biscuit and some juice and a rest (Union rules an all that bollocks lol) THEN she's going to give me 50p!!!!!!!!!!

oh well...thats ok then... o_O

wonder if my 20p change will buy me shoes?

So I stifle my giggles and listen intently to my imaginative child and wonder where all this weird stuff in her head comes from and just as I shake my head and smile she answers me...

"I'm a bloody mental aren't I Mummy?? hahahaha"

God help me I love that girl.

mwahahahahaha!!!

Rich said my chocolate sponge was "Gorgeous".


o_O

Anthea Turner eat your heart out!!!!

I am having a rare (and it is VERY rare) Domestic Goddess kind of week...

This week (in my infinite wisdom) I decided to take on the job of MAKING the birthday cakes for my children this year instead of taking the "easy route" down to Tesco's for the ready made variety.

Since the first birthday is in 3 weeks I thought I'd better get started!

So, this is no ordinary birthday cake, no no no... this is the birthday cake of a fussy girl child...and not just 1 fussy girl child but 2!! a twin cake!!

Yes... I now realise that I am completely barking mad...BUT I'm having fun just thinking about it so I decided to go with the flow and do it anyway hahahaha.

I enlisted the help of my lovely sis in law and bezzie mate Tracey and her fab cookery skills ("Ooooh let's make meringue snakes!!! uh oh...they're looking a bit more like splats really, Bugger it, KIDS! Look what we made!!!") and her fancy cake books of course and we're off. Firstly we decided to make a list and hit the t'interweb for the ingredients, then we decided we thought £30 in ingredients might be a bit much so we're off to Morrisons instead!!!

Pray for us....


So that was the cake thing sorted, next I decided to use up some crap jam. I'd tried to do a good thing by purchasing reduced sugar but I didn't realise that by reducing the sugar in the jam production it made it totally SHITE and of course no one wanted to eat it, so I made jam tarts instead. They were a winner!

This evening I am preparing a chocolate pudding with custard for my little man's (Jake not Richard hahaha) pudding as he has returned to school today and I always like to spoil him on his first day back cos I miss him (all together now.... awwwwwwww!!!) I only miss him the first day though.... hahahah

At the weekend I cleaned the whole of the conservatory (and thats a big f*ckin conservatory) and it took me ages and I was knackered... as was Tracey, who I made help me heh.

I turned up Jake's school trousers, fixed his school jumper, put names in everything (for all 3 of them...hate that job) and prepared his lunchbox before bed last night. (I also bathed them and did the obligatory nit-check incase you're wondering too... I just LOVE being a mum!).

THEN I got them all up at the crack of sparrows fart this morning and made porridge for breakfast before cleaning teeth and washing faces and dressing and shoving people out of the door for 8.30am, then I came home and stripped and washed the beds and got the sheets dry before the rain started and now.... now I have to go get my precious son...

I'm knackered!!!

Bet Anthea turner has a woman to go collect her kids...oh wait, Anthea doesn't have kids, heh... she isn't as perfect as me then!!!