Martha Stewart without the Criminal Record

You're right, Bethanne, I don't like to write a new blog until someone comments. I have given up- I must be losing my touch. Working seems to stymie my creativity- funny that.
OK- so Sharon and I need to plan a gingerbread house day with the girls- and yesterday I found this sensational wreath on the Martha Stewart Website- this is Martha's- I will post a pic near Christmas of ours and you can rate them.

You may need to take into account Martha's time in prison perfecting all these crafts when you judge it...let's wait and see.

Three girls on a sled

Ailsa and Heather (and mom) visited Tuesday. Aside from Mae's minor tantrums, they had a great time! Mae is a clown, Heather is flamboyant stomping girl and Ailsa a sweetiepie. Can't wait to spend more time with them!

mmmm, Marmalade

Marmalade is a cat, Beth's cat to be specific, and I could eat him on toast.




A great weekend was had by all, John and Les are doing well, we even went shopping in Milton Keynes, which is basically a town of shops, nothing else! Crazy, but fun!

Costa Del Northampton

This cow may have the blues (note the harmonica he is sliding down- if that ain't the blues what is...?) But we are off to John, Les and Beth's house this weekend and I don't have to work any more this week! Hooray!

Grandparents

The beauty of these pics? While Mae was out with Nana and Papa, Geoff and I were out, leisurely buying my new Wellies (more pics to follow, I am in love) and generally chilling. It was weird without Mae's heavy bag with nappies, wipes, juice, snacks, extra clothing, etc, etc.
Lovely day- looks like they had fun as well!




PS- Dana and Bethanne, I am trying to get your links up, but I am useless at this HTML junk.

These boots are made for walkin'?

Check out Sharon's blog, those of you who know it- our children are on some freaky wavelength. And you may think, Sharon's boots are prettier (I concede), however, mine are Hunters. The original, and the best.

Cow Breath

Today was a frosty bright beautiful day here in Dumfries.

On the way home from work I saw some cows, and it was cold enough to see their breath. Which made me laugh because apparently that is the first thing I called Sharon Reid when we met, at age 9, which she doesn't let me forget.

So I was thinking of you and giggling, Sharon!

Everybody- her breath doesn't stink at all. She's lovely, really.