Brighton Baby!!

16/06/2009 at 11:46 am (Uncategorized) (, , )

The other morning, my friend and I decided to go on a jolly to Brighton! It’s only a 45 minute drive from were we live, and it would be her little boy’s first trip there. He’s only 9 months old, but still, we wanted to take him…..and of course we wanted to go, so we used that as an excuse!

I love Brighton……it’s a colourful, happy, relaxed place…you could wear a tea-cosy on your head and no one would give a rats arse!!

I always find myself looking in the windows of estate agents…having a look to see if I could afford to live there….I am always disappointed!! Actually I don’t know why I torture myself, as I always get depressed when I look at the price tags.

We headed straight for the pier to have the customary bag of chips…..smothered in salt and vinegar, with a little wooden fork. We were served buy a pale faced man/boy called Rafael , who spoke little English, and clearly didn’t want to be serving us chips!

We had a wonder along the pier, and came across all manor of people……..OAP’s sitting in the iconic deckchair eating ice-cream, staring out to sea, people with more money than sense…filling the fruit machines with all their pennies, and couple’s walking hand on hand.

Kerry and I had noticed one couple walking towards us..they had a portion of freshly made Chinese noodles, brought from one of the many food shacks, that line the pier. They looked really tasty (the noodles not the couple) and they were sharing them, which made me remember when my husband and I used to do things like that (not anymore, don’t share my food with anyone!) ……then suddenly, out of nowhere a bloody great big seagull swooped down and tried to steal this nice couples noodles…..well I’ve never seen two people jump so high!! In that split second……she screamed and went one way……he screamed and threw the noodles on the floor…….and as quickly as the attack started, it had finished….the seagull got a beak-full of her hair……and they no longer had their noodles.

It was one of the funniest things Kerry and I had seen…we just couldn’t stop laughing! It was like something out of Alfred Hitchcock’s “The Birds”….the fact the guy screamed and didn’t try to protect his girlfriend, but instead jumped to the side and threw the noodles away, makes it even funnier!!

I love the fact I have a good memory, as I can remember this incident perfectly, and every time I think about it…..I laugh out loud! Very good for when I’m having a down day….just wish I could have the chance to say thanks to the seagull!!

We took Kerry’s little boy down onto the beach and let him have a crawl about, and he had a play with the pebbles. He liked licking them for some reason…..Kerry kept reminding him that dog’s could have peed on them, and not to do it……he just laughed at her!

We of course had an ice cream before we went home….and had a lovely walk along the seafront. It was a brilliant day, and one I will never forget (mostly because of the seagull)!

We are now planning another day-trip to Brighton, but just us girls…….whatever will we get up to!!

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My Son, his nose and the little bugger.

11/06/2009 at 6:24 pm (Uncategorized) (, , )

Well today started out as any other…….I didn’t want to get out of bed, the kids didn’t want too get out of bed, and the dog wanted to be let out and was whining at the door….

Getting the kids ready for school should be an Olympic sport, it takes time, dedication and patience (something I don’t possess!) For once I would just like them to do as I ask, the first time I ask it..but they seem incapable of doing this….

My son and daughter are like chalk and cheese…but on the rare occasion when they get along, it’s wonderful.

This morning was not one of those occasions……Symon was trying to watch TV in between eating his rice crispies, Elidah had my I-Pod, (yes MY I-Pod), with a set of mini speakers attached, dancing and singing, in front of the TV. I must admit the song she was listening to was one of my favourites, but still, she was annoying him…..so then ensued an argument…it was 7:40am…..all I flipping needed!

By the time we headed out the door to go to school, I had shouted at the pair of them at least 6 times, Elidah had cried twice, and I had 1 massive headache and small bald spots on my scalp after pulling out my hair.

Everything from that point was normal……the 5 minute walk was the same as usual…..Brian, the lollipop man was there waiting to help people cross  the semi busy road… as usual, the same parents and same children we see everyday doing the same old things…as usual.

I waited in my usual spot in the playground, and was happily nattering away with one of the other slaves….sorry I mean Mothers….when I see Symon half bent over with his head in his hands.  Being the caring and concerned mother I am, I walked over to him to see what was wrong…..

This is where is gets interesting!

He looked up at me with tears streaming down his face, I also noticed that he had an indentation on his nose..which wasn’t there this morning. “Whats happened” I asked him……” Robert bit my nose Mum” He managed to tell me through his heaving sobs. Well I wasn’t expecting him to say that, I mean Robert was 7 years old, not 2 or 3.

By this time all the other children and their parents had gone into school, and Robert was nowhere in site…..”Come on” I said “we need to get your sister into class” Just at that moment Roberts Mum walked past me…it looked like she had just arrived at the school…..so why was Robert and his sister already there?

“Your Son has just bitten Symon” I hollered at her (I know it technically wasn’t her fault, but I still wanted to shout at her) “I’ve only jus got ere’ ” She said with a slightly raised voice ( now I was in a bad mood at this point and I thought to myself, if she raises her voice anymore to me, I will slap…no, punch her!!)

The next thing I know, she’s dragging Robert out onto the playground, and demanding that he say sorry…..he did…..very reluctantly. I’m ashamed to admit that in that moment, I wanted to grab hold of little Robert and fling him around a bit…but being the responsible adult…..I didn’t!

Symon was so upset that he didn’t want to go to school, so me being a big softy, I let him come home……

Symon’s nose swelled up, and he looks like he may have a big bruise in the morning…..but a big cuddle from me, and loads of attention lavished upon him….it looks like he’s going to be just fine.

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Weight issues….me…..never!

09/06/2009 at 11:23 am (Uncategorized) ()

Ummm well this is a very touchy subject for me, but I guess that to move on from it…..I need to get it off my chest, and you, dear readers, are the ones I’m offloading it too…..Thanks!!

Up until I was 19, I was a normal sized, healthy girl…..never concerned about my weight at all, was able to buy whatever clothes I wanted, and felt good about myself……then I met Phil (future husband!)

I didn’t fancy him straight away (although if you ask him he would say I did!) We were friends first, and we used to travel to and from work together. It took me a few weeks to realise that, yes he was kinda cute, and maybe I did fancy him! It was at this moment, something shifted in my brain….I started to think I was too fat for anyone to find me attractive, and I thought Phil wouldn’t be interested in a fat, ugly girl like me.

I was 5ft 4 in,  9 and a half stone, and a size 12….hardly a blimp! But I thought I was huge…..and started to skip breakfast.

I started to skip lunch…….

A couple of months later Phil and I got together…….I was a size 8 at this point and was going all day on maybe half a sandwich, and an apple if I was lucky. Of course I thought I looked fab….I could feel my ribs and my hip bones….This was the thinnest I had ever been……..

 After having been with Phil for a year and a half, he asked me to marry him on my 21st birthday…….fast worker eh!! But then again, I am very special!! 🙂 And after a month of blissful engagement….I found out I was pregnant….and I cried, for about an hour…..solid.

Over the course of my pregnancy I put on 4 stone…I looked like the size of a house! And although I didn’t stuff my face everyday, I ate more than I had done in the past 2 years.

After my son was born, I thought that all this weight I had put on would miraculously disappear…..I was wrong! I was a size 16 and totally and utterly miserable….which made me eat more…which in turn, pushed my weight up further….and I found myself a size 18.

In the years between having my son and daughter I tried probably ever diet know to man…..Weight Watchers, Grapefruit Diet, Cabbage Soup Diet, Slimming World, Scottish Slimmers..the list goes on!! Some were successful…some not so….but with every diet I got more and more depressed, and frustrated about my fluctuating weight.

I had my Daughter in 2003, and luckily for me I only put on baby weight with her, which all went after she was born. But I was still carrying the excess weight from the years before….so I was back to square one!

Once again the quest for the perfect diet began, and I went through them all again, but in 2005 I heard about a diet pill being given out on prescription from the doctor….finally a light at the end of the tunnel!! I was on the phone almost immediately to make an appointment!!

The doctor checked my blood (6 vials of it I’ll have you know!!) Blood pressure (surprised I had any left) Weight (??) height, cholesterol (low by the way!) And then he asked ….”so Angela, why are you so fat” Well I wanted a hole to open up in the floor, and swallow me! I stuttered the answer….”well I’ve had 2 kids” He raised his eyebrow at me, and then continued to write out a prescription for Reductil weight loss pill.

Before I started taking it I read the leaflet that came with it……Warning may cause ; Diarrhoea, constipation (at the same time??), insomnia, bloating, dry mouth, decreased sexual drive (wtf!!) the list went on…but it was worth it if I lost weight………..wasn’t it??

It worked!!! I lost 2 and a half stone in 4 months!! I wasn’t down to what I wanted, but I felt great again!! The best I had felt in years 🙂 The doctor was pleased, and said that now I was in a healthy weight range for my height, I could come off the pills. I have to admit, a little bit of panic shot through me, but as he was writing the prescriptions, I had no choice.

Well my panic was well justified, as I slowly started to put the weight back on again. The tablets I was on, suppressed my appetite, I was basically eating 1 meal a  day. So when I cam off the pills, my appetite came back. Before I knew it, I was back to a size 16 again 😦

And so my weight continues to fluctuate…..I go up and down like a yoyo….my clothes in my wardrobe go from a size 14 to an 18. I have very low self esteem, and am deeply unhappy with the way I look. I often pray for a miracle…hoping the fat fairy’s have visited me in the night and give me a tummy tuck and liposuction, and I wake up looking gorgeous! But alas…I am still waiting for that to happen!!

So I’m now pinning my hopes on a lottery win, so I can have it all sucked out and cut off….or maybe go down the Fern Britton route, and get myself a gastric band……I suppose I could always find myself a sugar daddy….any offers!!!!!!

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My Love Of Music…..

05/06/2009 at 1:19 pm (Uncategorized) ()

Music is one of my greatest loves(obviously apart from Hubby,kids and family!!) And has always been part of my life since I can remember!…..

My I-Pod is one of my prized possessions, please don’t touch it, or I will break you fingers!!

My Mum and Dad are to blame really, they played music all the time…and I’m talking real music, stuff from the 60’s and 70’s. When you could understand the lyrics, and the meaning behind it.

My first favourite song was “Land of make Believe” by Bucks Fizz!! I was four years old! And my first crush (I’m embarrassed to admit!)  was Shakin’ Stevens!!! I loved him, again I was four at the time, but still!! I don’t know whether is was the slick black hair, or the skin tight denim, all I knew was that I was going to marry him when I was older (thank god that didn’t turn into a reality!)

And so my obsession with music continued…..

When I was a teenager, growing up with three big brothers, we had all sorts of tunes blaring out of the windows!! My eldest brother, who is now forty, liked chart stuff…….. middle brother now at the age of thirty nine liked hardcore rave (boom,boom,boom music!)…… and the youngest of the three , now thirty seven, was a bit of a soppy git and like slow stuff!!

So we had all that, mixed in with the 60’s and 70’s music Mum and Dad played…I lived in a very musical, noisy house!!

So now, for all those people who follow me on Twitter, you can understand why I Blip so many different styles of tunes! I grew up with it….so it is part of me , in my blood…..and I’m passing that down to my children!

My son, who is ten loves David Bowie…..And my six year old daughter love the rave band Scooter! Now you can’t get more diverse than that 🙂

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To teach or not to teach….

03/06/2009 at 1:54 pm (Uncategorized)

I said in my first Blog entry that I would elaborate more on my decision to become a teacher, so here it is. For any of you that aren’t interested in this story…skip this one!!

My life hasn’t exactly turned out as I planned it, not that I’m complaining, lots of great and positive things have happened to me (Hubby, kids) but, in my working life things are just not right.

I left school at 16 with nine  G.C.S.E’s, not all grade A-C, I might add but nine nevertheless!! I had a place at college to do three A-levels, Drama, Media Studies and English, all was in place till my parents told me they were having to move to Edinburgh to give my Grandparents support.

At the time I didn’t see this as a dilemma at all, I was actually really excited at the prospect of living up there, and didn’t think twice when I told the college I wouldn’t be accepting the place they had offered.

To cut a very long and boring story short…well as short as I can make it, Instead of studying in Edinburgh, I got a job…I liked earning and having my own money, I also enjoyed spending it!!!

I then met Phil…..got engaged….got pregnant (not planned)…..got married (much to the surprise of Phil!)……had another baby (planned) and six years later, here we are!

Amazing how time flies when your having fun 🙂

So I now feel it is the right time in my life to knuckle down, do some learning, and get myself a career, and teaching was my plan at sixteen, and has become so once again.

So, as I didn’t get the required grade in maths to start a teaching course, I have to do it again, hence my annoyance of not paying attention in maths lessons! (In my defence I used to sit next to a really cute boy, and he was far more interesting than long division!)

I’m excited about starting this journey of teacher-hood, but also a little scared…..One thing I do know is that, I am looking forward to blogging about  my experiences, and sharing all the ups and downs with all of you 🙂

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Chewed Shoes

02/06/2009 at 4:45 pm (Uncategorized)

Well Summer has finally arrived in the South of England! And it’s time to break out the shorts, t-shirts and flip-flops! Well I would have done, if my most favourite summer shoes had been in one piece….

I think it was the hottest day of the year(bearing in mind we are only at the beginning of June!), when I decided to finally take off the jeans and jumpers, and join in with the rest of the U.K, and don more summery attire. Out came my three- quarter length trousers and black vest top….ooh I was so excited….next was my summer sandals , that I had purchased from Next the year before. I just have to explain that these shoes were the most comfortable sandal I have ever worn……since day one, they have never given me a blister, never made my feet sore…and to top it off, they had molded to the shape of my feet!! It was like walking on air….if  I didn’t know any better, I would have thought that the little elves from the fairytale The Elves and the Shoemaker had made them especially for me ( you probably think I’m being melodramatic, and maybe I am, but humour me!!)

So baring all this in mind, you will understand my horror when I found my sandals in the mouth of my one year old Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, Indie. In the next thirty seconds I went through a wave of emotions…….horror, disbelief, anger, murderous intent and heartbreak.

I screamed at Indie to drop “the goddamn shoe” or feel my wrath. He did so, and looked up at me with his big brown eyes with a kinda “sorry Mum” look, he then ran out into the garden with his tail between his legs!

I looked down at my beloved shoes, and a tear welled in my eye……..they were completely chewed to pieces, not even cobbler to the Queen could save them!  Well the air turned a shade of blue….and I may have screamed a little bit. I was distraught and I needed a little time to compose myself…so I shut myself in my bedroom, and sulked.

Today I went and bought myself a new pair of sandals……luckily Next still sell the same ones…..maybe they weren’t one of a kind after all 🙂

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