Bl*ody B*ggery B*llocks!!!!

It's a total conspiracy I tell you!!!!

Laundry day... I HATE laundry day. Every day is laundry day in my house cos of those damn kids and their pesky playing out!!!

Heather is a total "muck magnet", the girl is unbelieveable! It seriously sticks to her... You can get her out of the bath and she's guaranteed to have a black smudge across her cheek by the time she gets downstairs so you can imagine the state of her clothes at the end of the day what with painting and playing out at nursery and then there's all the eating. Breakfast cereal all over the pj's, morning snack and lunch all over her t-shirt by midday and then dinner all over her in the afternoon...I'm giggling as I type this cos its cute and funny but seriously, the laundry really piles up!! add to that the towels that a family of 5 go through and the bedding and coats covered in mud and uniforms and Rich's chef stuff and the washing machine is on at least once a day...

So I really REALLY love it when we have a sunny day, every since the dryer packed up (lots of cold air...doesn't work well for DRYING clothes) the radiators and the airers have really had their work cut out but at least occasionally we have days like we've had this weekend.... lots and lots of sun.

Sun. I love it. dry clothes, warmth ahhhhhhhhh it's lovely. Except I got a little too giddy didn't I??? Decided to wash everything I could find and then couldn't get it all on the line! No matter, think I at about 8pm last night, I'll hang the last load I have out tomorrow morning when I get back from the school run!! I win (for a change) think I. Totally up to date and just the ironing to do! yay me!!! I am still beating Anthea in the domestic goddess stakes!

Or maybe not...I think Anthea may have a hotline to the man that controls the weather and I also think that they are playing a cruel joke on me too.

School run done, bedrooms cleaned and I'm ready. I take my wet washing outside to the washing line and begin the tedious job of pegging out. Its a dull job isn't it? In fact the only fun I have is purposely NOT colour co-ordinating the pegs to the clothes and refusing to use matching coloured pegs (it annoys my sister in law Tracey. hahahah), sad I know but this is my life! So there I am giggling once more as I peg up a towel using a pink peg on one end and a yellow on the other and adding a green to the middle for good measure (she's totally going to kill me when she reads this!!) and talking to myself at the same time cos thats just what I do when I'm in the garden... bugger off with your laughing at me, the plants like it!!! heheh

Anyway, I hang out the last piece and as I am reaching for the last peg a big, fat raindrop lands on the end of my nose.... and then one on my hand... and on my head... and... "YOU F*CKIN B*STARD!" I yell at the top of my voice as the heavens open and I realise my nextdoor neighbour is in her back garden - yes...I would normally be ashamed at this point but f*ck it, she's a mad old bag anyway and I'm now piss wet through and besides, I can hear Linda who lives at the other side of me giggling at me and cursing the weather too as she takes her washing back in so I'm not really feeling the shame of a few swear words right now!
So I take the washing back down and head back inside.

No sooner had I shut the door the bloody black cloud vanished and the sun began to shine again!!! The air in my conservatory was BLUE.

So I left it for 10 minutes and put it back out again. It was out for a couple of hours and almost dry when it got to 2.30pm which all the Mum's will know is the time to make the journey to school to pick up the kids and what does this mean???

Rain. It ALWAYS rains at 3pm, if its going to rain then it does it just as the kids are about to come out of school... just so you're nice and wet, it stops again at about 3.15pm as you're letting yourself back into the house though...no need for rain then you see, well... unless you're like me and you left the washing out whilst you went to pick up the child from school that is.

I managed to send a text message to Rich through the big fat raindrops that were trying to drown my phone as I stood outside the school doors, I believe it said "Rain. Washing. in. now." but I don't think men are ever as fast as they can be when they're bringing in washing. They have no sense of urgency about it bless them.

So the washing was wetter when it came in than when it went out.

Conspiracy it is. Wonder what tomorrow will bring?

:)

and the "arsehole of the month" award goes to....

TESCO!!!

Yes I had me my very own supermarket tantrum this morning!!


Remember this little guy?? Well I do a great impression... especially at the Tesco checkouts at 9.30am when I've had less coffee than I'd like and I have a whole lot to do and very little time to do it in.

One of Jake's football buddies is having a birthday party tomorrow, I asked his mother for an idea on what to get for his birthday... he likes "wrestling" apparently... this does not help me much as I know far more about Barbie than I do wrestling, however I fear that 7 year old boys aren't that keen on Barbie so WWE it shall have to be.

Soooooooooo I need to go somewhere "safe" to shop for this as I'm slightly out of my depth here as Jake's not a big wrestling fan either so its not like he makes me watch it all the time and I know the names of the stars etc soooooo....somewhere safe that I am comfortable in and somewhere that I know the sales assistants will be helpful and friendly and smiling...smiling is very important, there is a distinct lack of coffee-ness in my blood this morning it being 9am and I have only been up a couple of hours which is only about 4/5 cups usually. This particular morning has been a whirlwind of activity and so the morning coffee count currently stood at only 2.

I have this nagging feeling that this could be disastrous and I know myself well... it was.

In I head to Tesco armed with my lil trolley cos let's face it - there is no way I am leaving here with just a wrestling toy, no way in hell so there is little point in sporting a fetching blue basket for my trip around the store.
I find the appropriate aisle... yes, the shoe aisle (of course! I'm a shoe whore, what can I say?) but I am distracted by the pretty pink bargain coats for their Royal Highnesses, the Princesses.. Heather & Angelina! ok so thats 1 trolley and 2 coats so far, Oooh... boys clothes, Jake needs jeans...

1 trolley, 2 pretty pink bargain coats, 1 pair of funky blue jeans and 3 t-shirts for a 7 year old later I find myself amongst the DVD's!!!! I KNOW I'm rubbish but I impulse buy... its fun!! LOL so tonight we're watching "The Notebook" as I missed it on the TV on Sunday night (in favour of Nicolas Cage on the other channel - can't blame a girl for that decision) and it was at the knock down price of £4!! I also purchased another DVD for my niece for Xmas so I shall refrain from naming it incase she's reading.

ok..here we go... in my trolley I now have...
2 pretty pink bargain coats, 1 pair of funky blue jeans and 3 t-shirts for a 7 year old, 2 fantastic DVD movies and a glas salt and pepper pot (impulse I tell ya!!!) annnnnnd some wrapping paper, card etc but no present for the birthday party...

I sigh and head back to the toys... wrestling... wrestling...hmmmm... aha! I find them. ok... I head back to the household and look for something pretty and pink to put stuff in cos I really dont have enough of those kinds of things..shit I am!!

I look at my watch (which is currently in the form of a clock on my mobile phone cos I keep forgetting to put my actual watch on) and realise as its 10.15am I better get a wriggle on. Back to the toys...via a different aisle...heh... Oooh its a bargain aisle and lookee what I see!!! WWE toys!!

£4.94 for a little doll this screams "YAY!" to me so I pick it up and add it to the trolley and head for the checkout giggling to myself at my fabulous shopping skills, if I didn't shop on an impulse tangent I would never have found this doll. I am truly marvellous!

I load up the checkout, the lady starts to scan...she picks up the doll annnnnnd...

"I can't sell you this, its not on the store list. Sorry."

Excuse me? I stare blankly at her and this is when the lack of coffee starts to show. She waits for me to say "ok." and I say nothing. She shifts nervously, puts it to one side and says sorry again. This is when my brain finally kicks into gear, it took awhile, I'm 3 cups of coffee behind - gimme a break!

"Say that again please... what?" say I leaning forward to listen because I KNOW she didn't say that she couldn't sell it to me.

"I'm sorry, its not on the store list, I can't sell it to you,"

"You can't sell it to me?... why not? ... what list? ... eh?" I spit out as I go into meltdown. I need this stupid doll all of a sudden and not just any WWE doll. I want THIS one and I'm having it so she better make this good.

"I can't sell it to you."

"Is it broken? Is it reserved? Has it been recalled? Is it full of crack?" I ask and she shakes her head "Well, its on your shelf and there's a price, so you can sell it to me"

"I'm sorry..." she starts and I go postal. "MANAGER. NOW."
So across comes the till supervisor and she gives me the same tale, calm I am (not)as she takes me across to where the WWE dolls are - £20 for a set of 5, I inform her that I do not want this, I want the little doll she has in her hand and I am having the little doll in her hand for if she cannot find it on her system then this is not my problem. I see the shelf with 8 other dolls all the same and the little price label that has the computer code on it. It is NOT my problem her computer is shite.
and I finish with "Are we in agreement?" and she nods but is sticking to her guns that she cannot sell me this doll.
I hear those words again... "NEXT!" yell I, as loud as I can in the store. Funnily enough people began to look at me, I am not disturbed by this.

"I'm sorry I don't understand" she says.

"I said, 'Next' love, who's next? allow me to make this very clear.... I am not leaving without this stupid doll. I should probably just take the doll anyway because if its not on your computer then you have no record of it and therefore it might as well be mine for free!! But because I'm so honest I want to give you money for it so... now I want to see the manager, not 'a' manager, I want 'THE' manager, now go and get him because I have to pick up my daughters from nursery in half an hour and I will be leaving this store, with that doll before then."

"I can get you a manager" she says, think she was a bit stunned.

"Then hurry up and do so and as a favour to you, I shall stand here and tell everyone who comes to this aisle NOT to buy anything incase they cant get it through the till cos all the codes are messed up. ok?"

and she scuttled off and lo and behold she was able to put it through on a sundries number!!! and I got my doll!! YAY ME.

However, with all the hubub I forgot to go back to the shoe aisle. Bugger.

Up, up and away!!!!!!!!!

Today should have been my Dad's 58th birthday.

We got up this morning and everyone was feeling a bit grotty with the sniffles, I was feeling really rubbish yesterday and the day before but the kids were off it as well so we all called in sick and instead we sat around eating and moping until lunchtime.

Then the lady came bearing gifts...



annnnnnnnnnd...



claret and amber of course!! So out came the permanent marker and messages of love and birthday wishes were written on the balloons.

Shoes and coats went on and off we went to find a wide open space (I like the rest of my village, like having a home with an electricity supply) where we did this..







Then we sat on the bench keeping one eye on that big black cloud, eating Maltesers and planning what to do next birthday to top this one!!

I think it was a fitting tribute to a fabulous man with huge, gigantic amounts of love from his daughter and his Grandchildren who miss him so very much.. he would have loved it and we did too... it was soooooooooo much fun!!!

Happy Birthday Dad, we love you lots.

xx

These days are sent to remind us...

"You can shed tears that he is gone
or you can smile because he has lived.

You can close your eyes and pray that he'll come back
or you can open your eyes and see all he's left.

Your heart can be empty because you can't see him
or you can be full of the love you shared.

You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.

You can remember him and only that he's gone
or you can cherish his memory and let it live on.

You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
or you can do what he'd want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on."

- Anon

This is me and my Dad on my wedding day, he's just about to walk me down the aisle.

Look closely and see the look on his face, see how proud he is? I'm so very lucky, and the reason I'm so very lucky is because I saw that look on that face EVERYTIME he looked at me and then some clever photographer managed to capture that look for me in a timeless photo so I can still see it everyday.

This is my father and I know he loved me, I hope he knew how much I loved him too.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!

So the day finally arrived and not a minute too soon for my girls bless them, they were SO excited, it was great to watch...

at first what we wanted for our birthday was boobs (yes, you read right...) so after I explained that they were not something that I could buy for them right now (or indeed ever!) they decided to 'make' their own and so we ended up with this....




I thought it was amusing anyway!! So, moving swiftly on to this....



the birthday was a winner. The dolls were fantastic and are already much loved by everyone except the cat who is completely freaked out by them, bless her and the food was well received by all... I even made buns and the birthday cake!!! look see...


yep!! I made a cake!!!! I think it might look slightly phallic...but no one else seemed to notice!!

anyway, it was a great day and the kids fell asleep at 7pm..which is ALWAYS a winner in my book!

Bless!!!!!!

I know some really nice people!!!

Angelina's lil boyfriend Leo's Mum, just knocked on the front door with 2 presents and cards for tomorrow and some sweets for Jake so he doesn't feel left out!!

Now you might not think thats such a big deal but when you consider that we hardly know each other really and Leo has only been at the nursery with the girls for a few months or so then I think thats really sweet.

People are reluctant to buy gifts for twins as it can get quite expensive, which is understandable, after all.. kids toys aren't cheap these days but to buy them something, and something for Jake too... even when they're isnt a party involved is lovely I think. So big thanks to Sarah and Leo, I'm very touched.

Trouble is now we're all intrigued as to what is under the beautiful wrapping paper and we have to wait until tomorrow to find out..... bugger. lol

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