Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Voting Day- Hmmmm....

Okay, maybe Labour are the best option, but I cannot make myself vote for someone who sends out this kind of publicity. We even had the Labour people come around last week and say:
"Who do you think you will vote for?"
Me: "Well, I would vote Green...."
Old guy: "There isn't a Green candidate, though."
Me: "I know, but there is an Independent candidate who promotes green issues."
Old Guy: "We both know that person won't win, and if you vote for them, then the Tories will get in again. It's a wasted vote."


I would have seriously thought about it, however about two minutes before he showed up at the door I had been to the end of the drive to get the garbage bin, with Mae on my back. Obviously struggling, I see a gaggle of these canvassers coming up the street. Not one of them offered to help. So bite me.


And on the subject of new pictures in this blog, here is a beautiful watercolour Mae did at school last week.


And a couple of rationed cute kid photos. With obligatory message....miniactivisto.




And random thought for the day?

'Poo is in the air' (sillage spreading time, methinks. the only downside of living in a rural area)

Hope that ticked a few boxes.

Monday, April 28, 2008

it's a comin'

blogs- sometimes there are only so many kids parties, cute children pictures that you can blog, then you hit a wall.
Something else is needed in this space.
Now that it's spring I may be inspired.
Keep watching this space.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

The Beck Story

The best thing about Mae's birthday today? That her friend Beck (seen here at last years' party) insisted on wearing a shirt and tie, to mark the occasion. I love that kid.



Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Birthday Bonanza Begins

Well, we went to Edinburgh last weekend to begin the celebrations. I cannot believe it was four years ago when Mae was born! In fact, it was just about now that I started going into labour! How nutso is that?

Not soon until she is driving (oh my god.)!

We went to the Edinburgh Climbing Centre for an open day for under 5's and it was terrific! Its a huge disused quarry that was regenerated into this huge facility with loads of climbing walls, a freaky aerial assault course, children's play area, classes of all descriptions, etc etc. Mae really enjoyed herself, although wasn't old enough for the big walls, she tried the little one in the play area. We will take her back very soon, I am sure!

We also had a birthday celebration with Lilian and Ross, and Mae was pleased with her fabulous cake that Lilian made, as well as her favourite food, Sausages!!!

Here's the nutso blow up gerbil roly poly that they got her for her birthday- she loves it and we will use it this weekend for wacky races during her party. The only problem is with the static- did you know that if your hair is this long and staticky, it is a mess of tangles afterwards? Me neither. Oh well.



And guess who used another of his nine lives? Yep, Rumpole. We were all ready for his last day last Tuesday, unfortunately he picked up just in the nick of time, and is now back keeping me awake at night as usual, with the added bonus of sneezing on me.

And how cool is this? I joined Facebook again (don't despair, Dana!) in order to show my support for the Free Tibet groups- and I wrote a message to Isabel Losada, the author of For Tibet, With Love (see October 22, 2007), and she has written me back a lovely message and now I am her 'friend'! Cool!

Saturday, April 05, 2008

Eighty six pounds

That's 169 bucks, to you Canadians (at today's rate, let's hope it plummets in time for our holiday.)

Now, we blew that amount of money today. What do you think we got for it?

A. Two pairs of shoes for me. Nice ones, one for work and one for a nice night out. Both black, but investment shoes, as they say. Will last for a long time.

B. Giant sub woofers for my car. I am in the process of 'Pimping my Ride'

C. Worm tablets, toothpaste and antibiotics for Rumpole, plus blood samples taken, as he has been barfing loads lately, mostly on our beds.

Whoever gets the answer right first can expect a 15 year old, on his last legs, furball, fleabag, stinkin cat in the post. Second class post. Surface to Canada.