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essayelAll kinds of things to think about today.
First - the population of Chicago is 2.9 million which is, coincidentally almost exactly the population of Wales - though I suspect we have more sheep - and no Baskin Robbins ice cream - and apparently fewer murders.
Seondly, Mike will be home today and that means that Laura will be here too, bless, and we'll have to go back to racig upstairs at random intervals in case the teenage hormones get out of hand (do I mean that, hmm, yes I do). This is embarrassing for them but I think I owe it to her parents and it's doing wonders for my thighs.
Thirdly, Jenny starts 'big school' on Monday and needs more trousers! So this means I have to go clothes shopping which I hate. There's somethng so depressing about ladies' clothing shops! All the assistants look like highly made up stick insects and say things like 'Size 14? Ohhh, I don't know...you might try the outsize department!" and, as far as I'm aware, it's still illegal to choke a woman with her own belly button ring even here in the Celtic twilight. Still it must be done.
Yesterday Bry and Robbie came up to the museum in my lunch hour and brought their swords. These are brilliant things - latex on a metal core - that they use for their fantasy re-enactment groups. We sparred for a bit - much futile waving around - and Robbie caught a whack across the nose, Bry not me. It was quite difficult. The weapons aren't designed for thrusting so one can only cut and, of course, I kept automatically doing sabre and foil moves. After a bit though I got the idea and went after Rob "Gavriel" style, ending up with a knee to the gut and the hilt of my sword into the face. Neither blow connected but he fell over from the sheer shock of it and sat there wailing "Now I have to admit to having been beaten up by my best mate's mum." We told him to get used to it. He battered me back a while later and I now have a large bruise where I sit. The thing is...I want one now! That twenty minutes intense exercise did me a lot of good - bugger aerobics, I want violence!
Paul bought Jenny a mobile phone for her birthday and let her have it - he couldn't not give it to her could he. It's very small and orange - with mobiles apparently size really matters! I'll send her a saucy text message later today from work - she'll enjoy that.
Hey, Camilla sent me a link to some of Manara's work! Wow! and here's me off to work to paint nursery rhyme characters! Humpty Dumpty will never look the same!
First - the population of Chicago is 2.9 million which is, coincidentally almost exactly the population of Wales - though I suspect we have more sheep - and no Baskin Robbins ice cream - and apparently fewer murders.
Seondly, Mike will be home today and that means that Laura will be here too, bless, and we'll have to go back to racig upstairs at random intervals in case the teenage hormones get out of hand (do I mean that, hmm, yes I do). This is embarrassing for them but I think I owe it to her parents and it's doing wonders for my thighs.
Thirdly, Jenny starts 'big school' on Monday and needs more trousers! So this means I have to go clothes shopping which I hate. There's somethng so depressing about ladies' clothing shops! All the assistants look like highly made up stick insects and say things like 'Size 14? Ohhh, I don't know...you might try the outsize department!" and, as far as I'm aware, it's still illegal to choke a woman with her own belly button ring even here in the Celtic twilight. Still it must be done.
Yesterday Bry and Robbie came up to the museum in my lunch hour and brought their swords. These are brilliant things - latex on a metal core - that they use for their fantasy re-enactment groups. We sparred for a bit - much futile waving around - and Robbie caught a whack across the nose, Bry not me. It was quite difficult. The weapons aren't designed for thrusting so one can only cut and, of course, I kept automatically doing sabre and foil moves. After a bit though I got the idea and went after Rob "Gavriel" style, ending up with a knee to the gut and the hilt of my sword into the face. Neither blow connected but he fell over from the sheer shock of it and sat there wailing "Now I have to admit to having been beaten up by my best mate's mum." We told him to get used to it. He battered me back a while later and I now have a large bruise where I sit. The thing is...I want one now! That twenty minutes intense exercise did me a lot of good - bugger aerobics, I want violence!
Paul bought Jenny a mobile phone for her birthday and let her have it - he couldn't not give it to her could he. It's very small and orange - with mobiles apparently size really matters! I'll send her a saucy text message later today from work - she'll enjoy that.
Hey, Camilla sent me a link to some of Manara's work! Wow! and here's me off to work to paint nursery rhyme characters! Humpty Dumpty will never look the same!
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heehee, thighs; heehee, stick insects
Date: 2003-08-29 08:22 pm (UTC)I have a friend who described her brother's new girlfriend by saying "she looks like a mosquito."
My own children are past being looked in on: the youngest, and the only one still at home, is 19. Look in all you want to, though: youthful initiative and creativity will win. You'd rather not know, but it will.
XXX Judy