Some people have all the luck...

Anyone who knows me well these days will know that my weekends are rapidly disappearing on a regular basis!

It starts on a Friday afternoon, its a mad rush to get home from school, have dinner and get ready for football training at 5.15pm then home again at about 7 to half past ish and then homework and bath/bed... all things which any Mum will tell you is fraught with tantrums and tears and a whole host of other emotions... and that's just from Mum!!! LOL

Saturdays are Nana day, (my Mum) she calls to see the kids, fills them with sweets (Grandma's perogative) and then buggers off as they start bouncing high...biznatch.
Some Saturday afternoons are spent with Aunties and cousins, but generally we have visitors or we visit someone else...its nice to catch up.

Sundays are footy match day. Jake plays for the local team (Bradford Tigers), under 7's? could be 8's...lol. They play in muddy school fields in the surrounding area in the cold, wet, rain, snow, you name it... they play and there we all are... the Mum's and the kid brothers/sisters all bundled up and braving the cold for an hour and a half. buying our raffle tickets for a cheap bottle of paint stripper (also known as 'wine') to make a few quid for the club.

Sometimes, on particularly cold days I wonder why we bother... we lose more matches than we win but that's ok cos we genuinely do have fun and the boys have a great coach called Danny who is truly more interested in the kids having a laugh and a good time than some of the competitive coaches who are all about the win.

They are only babies still at 7, and they're only just turning 7 so some of them are still 6 and whilst the parents of boys on our team all cheer our kids on, we essentially are there for a bit of exercise and fun.. some of the parents of boys on other teams are SCARY!! They scream and shout instructions from the side lines (and sometimes they're actually on the pitch!) and the poor boys look terrified... Our oys are usually picking their noses or scratching their arses bless them!!

So thats what we do Sundays, the afternoons are taken up with baths and stories and the obligatory 'nit' check before back to school on mondays. I am a responsible parent, my daughters have very long hair and there is nothing more annoying (as a parent) and painful (as a child) than an epidemic of head lice. My children all have their hair checked on a Sunday before going back to school I can't understand why other people do not do this....if they did then maybe more kids would have nit free hair.

and on to my point of this post. Richard and his jamminess, that bastard.

This weekend was particularly busy... Footy training on Friday night, Nana on Saturday morning, then the school was having its Xmas fayre... great fun, Rich has the weekend off work and so he came with.... he spent a fortune on tat for the kids bless him (he actually got some very good stuff!) and then Jake's friend Jack had his birthday party in the afternoon. Jack's mum Avril was doing the party herself at the local community centre and so a few of us had offered to help as we all know how difficult a room full of 7 year old boys can be. All the kids went and most brought their little brothers and sisters too!! We had fun though...

Then we rushed home to meet an old friend (Gaz) and he and Rich went out on the lash (*mental note* must email Lou with all the gossip), Rich crawled in at about 2.30am (early for a night out with Gaz) but he had to take Jake to the footy this morning, yes before you ask..., I was forcing him to do it. Its time I had a day off dammit.

So I get up this morning, make breakfast, get the kids up... make Rich some coffee and dig out the hangover painkillers and get ready to giggle at him hawling his bones up in time for football.

I'm in the kitchen, he has his head in his coffee and the phone rings... those f*ckers have only cancelled the football because of the frost..damn pitch is frozen!!!

Rich finishes rolling around the floor in hysterical laughter and proceeds to fall asleep on the sofa under a duvet leaving me watching the kids on my lil day off.

I hate them... all of them, men I mean... b*stards.

Noo noo noo noo...

Its the Twiglet zone!!!

My dodgy psychic tendencies are at it again...

What was I saying yesterday about how there are ZERO pics of me on t'interweb?

hmmm...WRONG.

After the kids went to bed last night I signed into facebook and found these little nuggets

this is me at 16 in the Wheatsheaf with my boyf Simon and his Gallagher brothers mono-brow..very current and pre the Mancunian explosion too so we were way before our time obviously!! I thought Simon was the absolute dog's bollocks, he was sweet and good looking and was training to be a graphic designer so had good job prospects and everyone fancied him too... which proved to be not so much of a winner in the end as ended up shagging lots of people I knew... wasn't so much fun for my poor little sixteen year old heart :( I got him back though in the end... can't remember how but I remember it was satisfying and I'd waited a loooooooong time for it too.

and so I continue to this one...


and this one..

thats Kev... I didn't shag him, he was nice but he was a bit silly for me...


don't ask.. I know I'm sat on Emma Turner's stairs but God knows what I'm doing...

and this is in her bathroom


I smiled a lot in those days...lol

so there you have it, thanks to my old school friends there'll probably be a flurry of dodgy old pics of me appear all over the web now... and Lou hasn't even started yet!!! I dread to think....LOL

and the world keeps turning...

Over the last few days I've been feeling my age. I'm not an old woman by any means, but in the same respect I'm not a teenager anymore either, my knees hurt and its harder to get up in the morning and when I get up off the floor I make that "Ooof!!" noise that as a child I remember all grown ups making as they got up!

I used to think that I was indestructible, that I would always be young and free and happy. I was ever the optimist - a fact that my husband will probably not believe as I'm the virtual opposite these days.

I was very lucky and I had a great childhood. My parents gave me many things, one of them was freedom of choice. My Dad always told me I could be what I wanted to be, go where I wanted to go (with the exception of down the Rio with Lou on a Saturday at 17 of course LOL) etc. I always felt that he would be there no matter what....

When I was 26 I had my first child and the realisation of my own mortality came with that and I became a little more careful with my choices and a bit more cynical and skeptical too maybe. Events this year have confirmed in my own mind that not only am I (and the people that I love) not indestructible but I am closer to old age with every waking moment LOL.

How does that happen? Do you wake up one morning with wrinkles and grey pubes (neither of which I have I might add...) or is there a specific time? My hubby's beard is gradually going whiter... when did it happen? I don't remember... I remember taking the piss one morning when he found a white hair in it and then the next time I looked he was as he is now.... how did it pass me by?

My son is 7... it passed in the blink of an eye... my daughters are 4, that was more of a blurry haze.. a "do everything twice, buy 2 of everything" sort of thing and I've had my cat for almost TEN years! Rich and I have been together for about 13 now...its gone so quickly.

I'm a grown up... at 33. I feel young in my head but I'm actually an adult now and have been for quite a while. I feel about 17 some days actually. but technically am I on the edge of middle age?

Where did it go?

Last week Lou and I were in the Rio dancing to Lurve bomb baby and chatting up hairy blokes, I'm sure of it... and this week we're married to those hairy blokes and we've a bunch of kids between us.

I was looking on facebook at some of the old pictures people had taken in some of the old watering holes we frequented in our youth, unfortunately (or maybe that should read "thankfully"?? lol) there are none of me...yet, I used to have tons of old photos but Rich and I moved around a lot in our early years (itchy feet-itis!!) and we seem to have lost a load along the way. There are one or two of us.. like this one


drunk in the Zoo Bar in Halifax (which has since been closed down btw), but thats about it these days. It hangs on the wall in our dining room to remind us of our youth - it makes me smile. In years to come I shall blame it for my crows feet. LOL

In fact there are very few photos of me at all these days, I tend to hide when the camera appears or I'm always the one taking the picture...I love photos, have tons of the kids. I should have mine taken with them more often, it'll be nice for them to keep I expect.

So with my brief wander down memory lane in to my youth passed its back to the parenting years... I've enjoyed both parts of my life to be honest... I wonder whats going to happen next?

Somebody get me a doctor!!!

That'll do!!!!!!!! Lookie... he likes kittens..the man is perfect I tell you.. PERFECT.

Well its been a bit of a Tennant based weekend really and it was completely unintentional too!! I know you'll all find that very hard to believe LOL.

So Friday was a bit of a nightmare really, first of all I had my nephew Zakk for the day. This was not nightmarish at all and was actually quite pleasant as even though he wasn't feeling his best we still had fun. No, the nightmare began when Angelina got home...

I love my daughter, I really do but she's a nosy little bugger!! She picked up the tv buttons and pressed them all "to see what they all do...because I is boreded, yes I am arent I?" this would normally be fine only whatever she pressed killed the tv.

So, come 3pm I have 4 (yes FOUR) children in the house and no tv. I was kinda scared... so I fiddled with the wires and managed to gain a picture but no sound.

Fighting the urge to open a bottle of gin and go buy some cigarettes I sat patiently on the floor meticulously checking wires and pressing buttons and nothing happened, so I got up off the floor and went to the phone where I proceeded to call my husband at work just to call him a twat. I ranted at him for a little while about how things would be much simpler if all the electrical appliances in the house weren't all hooked together through the cable box and why can we not just have the tv and cable connected to each other instead of via the dvd and video and (as I'm sure I've mentioned elsewhere in this blog) his left b*llock.

Calmly (as he always is, even when I'm exceptionally short with him and rude and stressed as I often am) he explained that as he was in a kitchen 5 miles away preparing dinner for a shitload of people there wasn't really much he could do and I should check various things and maybe phone Virgin media for help OR I could wait, in the quiet for the next 5 hours until he came home.

Well I'd already tried everything so I waited and he came through the door and fixed it within 3 seconds and i STILL don't know what was wrong with it!!! bastard. LOL

Anyway in the meantime I had discovered that it was a problem with the cable box as the sound for the dvd player was fine... winner think I, I shall watch a dvd this evening whilst waiting for RIch to come home.

Cue Mr Tennant ;)



He was calling to me see??? Beckoning me to join him... and I have to admit I didn't require much persuasion even though I have about 3 weeks worth of Eastenders that really need catching up on before I fall into Mr Tennants beautiful brown eyes once more... *le sigh*

Anyway..I settled on Casanova - for one reason only. David is HOT in it and I needed cheering up!!

2 hours later I was much calmer indeed... LOL

So Saturday comes and I get bugger all done cos my Mum visits in the morning and the kids have a party in the afternoon and I have forgotten to get a present, so Saturday morning is spent rushing around organising girls and party dresses and hair plaiting and quickly nipping to Sainsbury's for a present for a little girl and whilst I was down there what do I find?? A dalek toy that no 1 child doesnt have... that'll go with the Davros figure I bought last week, bang it in the trolley...stocking filler... bargain!

Doctor Who...mmmm... set me off thinking about Tennant again...

So the party goes well, kids are exhausted and asleep by 7 ish and I settle down for a night of tacky Saturday night X Factor tv.

Bleeeeeeeeeeeeeep..

Bleeeeeeeeeeeeeep..

wtf is that annoying bleeping? Bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep! there it goes again just as Take That start singing (gotta love Take That) and so I ignore it.

It bleeps for a couple of hours and then it stops... and I work out that its my phone and the battery has just died so I chuck it back in my bag and forget about it.

Sunday morning comes bringing rain and cold and a football match at the back of Hanson School in the middle of a buggering force 10 gale. Joy.

I dress up the kids, force my sister in law to join me and off we go. Freezing to bloody death all the way there and for the next hour whilst they play and then the 20 minute walk home. We were blue, the kids were blue and the air was decidedly blue after that... well actually before that when the stupid girl with the 400lb (slight exaggeration but not much....) Rottweiler that was dragging her along the muddy floor of the football pitch as it ran towards our beloved 7 year olds, let go of the lead. She let go and I almost killed her. If I hadn't had the girls with me I'd have walked over and chinned the b*tch I swear, but no...calm I was.

When I got home I could hear that beep again, I'd charged the phone and switched it on. Message from my mate Lou telling me "BBC2 9.10pm 2nite, make sure Rich is out and kids r in bed! x

So I find the tv guide and flick back to Saturday to see what I've missed.


"BB2 9.10pm Einstein and Eddington. Andy Serkis and David Tennant star in this...."

BUGGER IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So I sulk for an hour and then remember the wonder that is the BBC iplayer and all is well with the world once more!!!

So having spent so much time in the company of the delightfully lovely Mr T this weekend, would it surprise any of you to know I dreamed of Mr Tennant last night?? LOL didn't think so...

xx

In Memory of....

Apparently, this evening people across the country are lighting a candle and placing it in their window for that poor little mite Baby P.

I wont be in this evening and as we all know how dangerous it is to leave unattended candles I thought I'd leave this here instead.

So to Baby P, I'm so very sorry that your short little life was filled with so much unimaginable pain and suffering. I hope that you have found peace in a happy place where no one can harm you anymore and that those that hurt you and failed you so terribly badly rot miserably in hell.

Sleep tight little one.

xx

and I thought I was a bit silly...

So its 5.30pm, tea is over and the dishes are done and that can mean only one thing... its time for coffee!

I have this friend Jen that lives 3 doors away and everynight we have coffee (and most mornings too actually and sometimes in the afternoon!!) either i go to her house or she comes to mine.

Its sorted by text every night - the same text "u wanna coffee?" hardly perfect English but it does the job!!

So today is my turn as Rich is working so I send the text.. only my phone spazzes out and I send it to my brother Simon, who just so happens to live a few hundred miles away in Bristol... bit of long journey for a brew.

So I'm giggling to myself as I text again to say "Sorry, hit wrong button, make yer own coffee hahah!" cos it wouldn't be the first time someone from the other end of the country called to my house for a cup of tea (the other Mrs Savage...lol) and back comes a text from my brother.... here we go think I, he's bound to tear me to pieces for this lil mix up.

but noooooooooooooooooooo... text message reads
"Yep... see you in a bit."

hmmmm... then another

"Ok... I'm confused now."

and there is my chance to turn it all around to my own advantage!!!

"That didn't take much did it?" I send quickly before he realises theres a mistake been made and its all my fault.

back fires another from my beloved elder sibling.. "Bugger."

heh. I never knew Simon had blonde moments too!!!

Woohoooo!!!

I'm not sure if I mentioned this but my elder brother (Simon, the hippy) and his wife are expecting their first baby (Simon has twin daughters and a step-son from a previous relationship). Sarah had her 20 week scan today.

It seems baby is a "he"! I'm so excited and yet so sad at the same time, I know how happy Dad would have been over another grandchild but another boy child... well we all know he would have made Sarah come to Yorkshire for the birth thats for sure LOL.

Anyway I have decided to start the "campaign for a true Yorkshire name" in Dad's honour and I'm drawing up a shortlist already... so far there is.

Seth
Bob
Jack
Fred
Harold
Arthur
Kenneth
Geoffrey (as in Boycott...of course)
Arbuthnott (my personal favourite!)

I have a feeling Simon will go for it...for shit's n giggles of course, he and I being of similar humour, not sure Sarah's gonna go for it though....LOL

Can't WAIT for this baby. New life, fresh start...we all need it.