mamahog 'n the lets

its been a busy weekend. i'm not entirely sure why... i can't completely recall what kept us tied up, but needless to say it was fun! i did involve some air guitar, some karaoke, and some rock legends. i of course was one of them.

one very sad thing did happen however. a very good friend of ours, 'A', found a very tiny and very sick kitten. actually the kitten found her- it just sat on her doorstep until she invited her in. dear 'A' took her to the vet, and nursed her. she slept with her, fed her every hour over night, washed her bum and snotty nose and eyes and basically gave her more love and comfort than any street cat knows how to deal with! on friday i took the lets to visit, and while i ran off to give a massage, 2 sets of wonderful sisters baked scones and then carried piree-louise (fleabag-louise) back to the vet for a check up.
the nurselets were incredible. they took such good care of their little charge. obviously they had a great teacher in 'A'. yashosh even fell over and held her tears so that she wouldn't wake 'the baby'. aaah*

they told everyone they spoke to for the following 2 days about the cat. and asked constantly to go back and visit. we told them all the time how sick she was and that she might not make it, but they were determined that she should.

last night they spent the night at their baba's, for the first time in months. just after i had left them, we heard that piree-louise had taken a turn for the worst and a little while later she sadly died at the vets.

i was very nervous about telling them. when i picked them up on the way to another friends summer house and pool, with 'A' and boyfriend today, the first words they both said to me were "can we go and see 'A' and the baby now?".
i avoided saying anything until we got into the car, at which point i carefully explained how sick she had been, and that she hadn't made it, she had died and we wouldn't be able to see her again. however, i said, she doesn't feel sick anymore. and she's not hurting anymore. she doesn't feel anything.

the poor lovelylets were stricken. they were silent. and dumbstruck. thank goodness our darling 'A' had decided last night to get a new kitten from the same vet. we told them that tomorow morning we would all go there together and choose a new one! this thankfully appeared to do just the job, and we went on to have a fabulous day by the pool!

i have pictures to prove it.







and so home to bed*

and before anyone accuses me of being trailer trash blah blah britney, they are wearing seatbelts!

which reminds me....sometimes stuff happens. sometimes it doesn't. alltimes none of us is perfect, despite trying really hard to be. pray you can be before condemning the rest, please people. and remember that bombarding depressed, messed up, failing young mothers with insults is unlikely to help the situation. support, advice and constructive criticism are generally a lot more effective. i agree its sad and frightening and bloody appalling but its life. hopefully the poor child will grow up and if to add to his problems he has to see everywhere every mistake his mother ever made and read the bile everyone had to spew at her it will not help him much with the growing process. a bit of compassion is good and can do wonders, lets try it. so there. sorry!

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sorry its archive again. busy, lazy, uninspired. maybe this splash can wake me up! it certainly worked for the waterlets below*

happy thursday darlings.

confused? lonely? unloved? get help! see the half-nekkid-thursday link on the right.

ps. girls, as i was posting this i've had King Arthur on the telly in the background. may i just add, there is a whole host of hotties in this film!! sure they've all got slightly too long hair, but they are very grubby, (i kinda like that somehow...) and they've all got massive swords. look em up if you don't believe me...
Clive Owen, Ioan Gruffudd (even his name is SO working for me!), Til Schweiger, Ray Stevenson and more. i can't comment on the actual film, i've just not been listening really. on the phone, internet, email from casual lover saying he's maybe leaving for another, new book, blah blah blah.

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as you tube is soooooooooo slllloooooooowwww. i suggest clicking this now and then reading the rest of the post below while waiting for the bugger to load. if it stubbornly refuses to load then double click it and watch it on the site, its pretty quick there as its only about 5 seconds long! but its very cute so worth it methinks*



i'll just tell you that this is how we spent yesterday! splashing in the pool and making a right old mess. fabulous fun. they were so excited. it took ages to blow it up. i couldn't find the bike pump so i had to do it with me own puff. thank god i gave up the fags. then as our wonderful but idiotic apartment has no tap on the balcony i had to run a 60ft hose from the kitchen sink to the pool.
the fabulets took turns with the hose and got quite good at pinching the pipe so they get a good fast spray to aim at the cats and various flying creatures.


and then without even asking if it was cold they stripped and slid straight in!! wonderful. while i was busy trying to tidy up the inside of the house, yashi got hold of the camera again and took a few great pics.

this is our art cupboard.


sarah, our helper in the kitchen... oh, that means these must have been taken this morning then, as she wasn't here yesterday!


yashi's slippers, under my computer table... they hide here whenever someone comes.

these ones i took!







today, we went to the garden centre and bought some pots, soil and loads of marigolds and other bedding plants as they were about 20p each. the lets were so sweet. they loved everything and were pointing out all the lovely colours and flowers. they were thrilled when i told them they could pick lots.

we came home and made a HUGE mess planting them in the pots.

i'll try to post some pictures of our planting tomorow when they are settled in! we also bought some tomato plants. our strawberries, which we've had since last year, as you can see are looking fabulous.



till tomorow darlings. i have quite a busy couple of days so i'll see what i can do... my life, my life, my life, my life, in the sunshine. everybody loves the sunshine*
sing it roy!

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i wrote a very personal, in depth, well thought out post yesterday. i felt it was positive, moving and funny. i even checked my spelling! but being the total plonker that we all know i am, i failed to save it. and just as i was about to post, i was plunged, along with my entire neighbourhood into darkness.

bloody power cuts. you'd think as they happen at least once a week that i'd be prepared.

so as i can't stand seeing any post up for more than 3 days you gonna have to make do with more animal fabulets. their baba did it this time... and took them for a picnic on saturday, and then to see a lovley horse/gypsy/circusy show yesterday. so they've had a great weekend.


this is at breakfast this morning. they dressed themselves and got their own cereal before i'd even dragged my sorry arse out of bed!

oh why oh why can't everything be like gmail. that genius, auto saves every couple of minutes.

oh well. it was probably not that good anyway. and it was way past my bedtime.

its beautiful and sunny here today. i am back in tip top condition, and we are all wearing summer dresses and NO TIGHTS. have a great monday everyone. i'll endeavour to be more interesting and artistic later! i can see it being a picture filled day. the superlets are outside making soup of rose petals and chrisanthemums. yum*

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well thats quite enough of that!

sorry darlings. despite having been overjoyed to be back and see my darling lets, the combined efforts of the champions league and a flu virus devouring my tonsils, rather sent me over the edge.

i'm still not tip top, so this wont be the most inspired post ever, buti think we've heard enough about me for a while anyway. its time for a public service post.

Unicef are running a new campaign.

Soccer Aid

yummy old robbie apparently came up with the idea... not just a pretty face after all.
"former world cup legends and top celebrities to go head-to-head in an “England” versus “Rest of the World” football match."
we can all guess the outcome of that one!
anyway, the live match is on the 27th may, but they encourage us to set up 5 a side games amongst other things to help raise money for the cause. or causes:

protecting children against maleria in indonesia

looking after children orphaned by aids in south africa

helping ensure girls go to school in zambia

making sure children recieve enough of the right foods in malawi

preventing children from being abandoned in ukraine

sounds good to me.
i can at least cut up and distribute orange segments in the old school style! who's up for a five a side? weedy girls V smoking boys???

still on football... i have always wanted my girls to play. we were not allowed to when i went to school in those dark old days of sexual stereotyping in the 70's and 80's. i was also only offered typing/secretarial skills at age 14 while the boys were offered 'word processing' which meant learning (a little) about computers. i refused on principle. so now am r a t h e r s l o w on the old keyboard! but sorry for the tangent...

football. i have always wished i had been taught to play properly. i will kick about if i get the chance, but as i rarely got a chance whilst growing up to play or practice, my ball control does leave rather a lot to be desired. and therefore my confidence is nil. but i still love it.

having children is brilliant. i get to practice finally a little. we are learning together. noone laughs at me when i kick the ball about in the park. or if they do they laugh with me.
football is universal. wherever you are in the world you will see kids kicking a ball about. on any holiday anywhere kids make freinds by joining in footie on the beach, in the street on the grass. you don't even need a ball. drinks cans, pebbles anything will do.
i want my girls to grow with the confidence to join in. to be able to make friends through a healthy physical activity is a great skill. to be healthy, sociable and know how to meet boys.... its all good.

when i first joined my current sports club 3 years ago i tried really hard to set up a girls 5 a side team. i aksed if the one of the personal trainers was up for training us and he said yes, but i couldn't get any other takers. i was very dissapointed, but not that suprised as many of the members wear high healed sneakers and full make up....

the lets dad, a few months ago, told us he would be playing five a side footie with his company. so we went along to watch.
it was at an astro turfed pitch in the middle of our 'village'. we bought satsumas as we were minus a knife, and water.
it was hysterical! they had all been out and bought themselves new trainers and kits, yet being smokers the lot of 'em, could hardly move! we had fun screaming our support.. the lets sounded so sweet shouting "come on boys" and "how wide do you want the net?"
by the end of a pitiful 30 minutes (with a 15 minute break for satsumas in the middle!!!) they had 2 sprained ankles and various heart worries. we girls crowded the pitch and kicked the ball up and down the pitch for another 20 minutes. we had to be sent off by the pitch owners before the lets would leave, they loved it.
the old codgers haven't played since and their fabulous new kits are languishing at the backs of their closets. shame, as we had such a laugh.

so any other istambulites reading this waddya say?? are you up for a kick about?

the homeless are using football to make friends too.
their own world cup this year is in cape town at the end of september. the idea was first put forward at a conference of international network of street papers its again such a brilliant idea. you can read the stories of how its has changed some of the players lives and then check out all the different countries to work out who you'll be rooting for! italy have won 2 years running so it may be time for some changes!

and if you're a good sport but footies just not your bag, you could try walking or running a mile
for sport relief. come on if jo brand can do it you sure can!!!

ok thats it. just writing about its made me feel healthier. i may even venture out to the sunny balcony to make books with the girls. (our latest publishing projects... number and story books. they are fantastic!) if you are really good i might scan you some pages and tell you a hoglet original.

tata for now poppets*

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( EDIT: i just realised it's half nekkid thursday the anniversary special today but as i have lost the will to strip here today i give you this from my other hnt site where i've put something up instead if you can be bothered.... i am fairly starkers if that helps but its an old shot! )

sigh....the ever lovely.....


so i felt maginally better. i drank as much alcohol as possible in a bid to kill the germs. (I was assured this was an accepted medicinal remedy) i shouted loudly. and i wore red. i even tried to channel my energy and love to thierry henry through the ether. Though to be honest I do that quite often to no avail.

and how am i and millions of the faithful left feeling this morning??


my tonsils are inflamed. they are redder than the home strip. my head is the size of glasgow and as clear. and my mood is as dark as anchorage in december.

if it wasn't for the sheer excitement of the game, and the immense amounts of yummy angry eye candy i would be even worse.

the ref was a total james blunt.

sol was a star.

thierry was unlucky, and gloriously outspoken.

and larsson was yummy yet disasterous obviously.


and my overriding feelings this morning are..... thierry don't go.

and LIFE IS A F**KING JAMES BLUNT.

SORRY. normal viewing will be resumed when the drugs kick in.

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thanks you darlings,

i did have lovely jubbly time as we knew i would.

however on my return, the flu as i flew favoured me. and i am now engulfed in fever and foulsome throat.

i probably smell pretty icky too.

have been sweating it out in bed for 2 days and now, being way beyond bored i have ventured out. only as far as the salon. and in nightie and towling and legwarmers.

so here are the few postworthy pics from londinium. i hardly took any and those i did were of people who probably don't really want their noggins up on the interbloget. so you get me and soho square and my daily walk from kensington gardens to marble arch....





i had so missed london. and its people. and drinking half naked in the park!


i will tell you a proper story of that, when i'm no longer hallucinating.


this, as you can probably tell is me reflected in my mans shades... i kinda feel like that now.... other dimensional. more drugs in order methinks.

be well.

ooh and btw, i have been over and lurked at a few of your blogs today but as i feel so icksome and wierd i couldn't muster the means to comment. sorry.

i'm off to recover. arsenal game tomorow. gotta be up for that. and then i'll try to visit and say hi later in the week.

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hey babes. i remembered last minute that i hadn't organised an hnt before i left! shock horror!!! i knew i was addicted....

so you get a tame-ish archive shot that i remembered was hidden in my email archives.



have a great day guys.

i'm having a lblast btw.

the weathers fantastic and we are staying right opposite hyde park so i've been walking and reading my guardian in the park instead of online. pure joy!

got slightly squiffy with my bro in soho square yesterday, before meeting a fellow blogger for a lovely meal in the evening.

back out to the sun now....

london ROCKS!

i'll come by and catch up on all you thursday goings on on sunday or monday when i get back.

ooh and also btw, my sis has started blogging. her site is on my blogroll as extra*time. check her out.

kisses darlings

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sweetiepeas,

here are some pretty pictures from this weekend.



we went to see a puppet show.


it was incredible. a jazz band and a guy doing puppetry with all different kinds of puppets. one even rode a unicycle! magic.

my clematis and the iris' are blooming marvelous!

mamahog is off to prance about the streets of london for a few days from tomorow at ridiculous o'clock am. she will be revisting her old manor.

i have spent the day dilly dallying with the lets and then panicking wildly about the lack of packing being done.
i am now despite being fairly unpacked, waxed, polished, pedicured and pretty much ready to go. bar the packing.

the lets have been instructed about who they should ask to do stuff for them. they have issued their assurances that they will be fine and dandy, and will not be wetting the bed, so would appreciate a pink (yashi) and a yellow (loveday) camera present upon my return!!

they don't ask for much but when they do.... they certainly do.
everything has concequences. let them play with your camera and a week or later they want one themselves... i am going to have to stop them dressing up in my old designer shoes man!

anyway. this is a time wasting post to avoid packing.

bugger, i'm all out of thoughts. so i'd better go put stuff in a bag.

have a wonderful rest of week and weekend.

ps sods law! i just started my period! bollocks. more packing.

kisses darlings xx

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well dearies,

last night de la guarda was great! so much energy and incredibly sexy! although standing jam packed in a huge dark tent full of sweaty teenage turks and looking UP for an hour and a half meant we felt as if we had done the performance of our lives too!

i went with two dear friends and their other 'alfs, and the lovely man who lent us the camping gear last month and will take me to blighty next week.

he is a fine fella. fun to be with, good looking, generous, undemanding and a good shag. he is also a confirmed bachelor. and we have a very good relationship built on the very stable agreement that though we like each other a lot, we are in no danger of actually 'falling' for each other and are happy to see each other once or twice a week and no more. meaning no meaningless telephone check ins or anything! the perfect modern arrangement. and after falling in love twice since my seperation from the lets baba, and suffering the inevitable heartbreak that seems to accompany such affairs, exactly what i'd wanted. and still do right now, friends with benefits.

right now i really don't fancy the idea of butterflies in my tummy. of actually caring if someone calls, or doesn't. the conversations that last till the early morning, leaving you exhausted but buzzing. the always wanting more. the wondering whats next. the comfort of love. and then the pain of letting it go. of saying goodbye.

its hard enough surviving failed relationships when single. when you can drink yourself to near oblivion, listen to heatbreaking glass shattering music till your ears bleed, and spend all day every day im a shitty mood until you've purged yourself of misery and are bored and ready to slap on some make up and go out with your mates for beer at 5pm. then onwards and upwards till it all happens again.

its just too difficult when you cant drink every night because you may need to get up and give comfort to fowldragon slaying wonderlets, or get the fatcat out of their bed. and you WILL have to get them breakfast at 8am. you need to be cheerful and funny and creative. you shouldn't look like you've gone 5 rounds with mike tyson. and you shouldnt have such puffy eyes you can hardly see because it scares them. and you cant listen to depressing music for more than 3 minutes before someone pipes in, "why is this song so sad?! i want the fat woman swallowing a fly!" you just never get anytime alone to wallow, or to recover because you are too busy taking care of others, and in my case feeling guilty that i'm being too short tempered, not enough fun, and have wasted time with the failed relationship when i should have been devoting myself to my kids instead of galivanting with unsuitable pillocks. and why don't they love me any more!!?? but hang on i've gotta go cook dinner, and what you've pooed your pants?- girls please! boo hoo.

now don't get me wrong. i don't regret either of those relationships. after my hideous relationship with the lets father (which because of the wonderlets i cannot regret either!), they provided me with a much needed ego boost, the confidence to like and trust myself again and faith in my ability to survive! i also had a LOT of fun while they lasted, so thank you guys!

however, i realised i couldn't physically let alone emotionally put myself through that again. and without any real concious effort or decision i just stopped wanting. for a while it was tough. i do have a pretty high sex drive and i believe anyway that sex is vital to a healthy mind and body. not being a one night stand kinda gal either, life was a bit dry for a few months.
so when i met this guy i was quite chuffed. we were sort of interested but not much. it took a couple of months to muster the energy to actually fuck! we had a chat the next time we met about what we both wanted (i.e. not much!), and have been happily and conveniently meeting since january.

the interesting thing for me is that sex gets better and better as we get more comfortable with each other. but we still have little of substance to say. we have fun, we like each others friends, we care about how the other is doing. but we don't want anything more. i neither want him involved with my kids nor my life, and nor does he. i realise lots of people live their lives like this but its very new to me. and i feel safer and more confident than i have at any other stage of my life.

but then why am i writing this? its probably the most personal post i've ever written. apart from the lets birthday post that is!

i'm not quite sure really, but last night made me think.

there were a couple of pieces during the show where a man and a woman attached to elastic flying ropes struggled alone to scale a wall, they kept trying to touch one another but couldn't quite connect, and hurtled to the ground (not literally thank goodness!). they kept trying, until finally with one brave leap they grabbed each other and held on so close, so completely to each other that you felt they would never let go. dance does this to me sometimes. the emotion, the physical presence, and the way bodies connect.
i've missed seeing this kind of movement. i've missed seeing this intense innocent bond between two people.

and i've missed feeling that kind of emotion myself. i do remember it. its all consuming. and it is pure comfort. its not even sexual.
its what i still think of as life force. an almost divine connection. and its a perfect fit. two bodies holding on.

its what i felt those first days in hospital with my babies. i get it with my children still when they cuddle in to me. my arms envelop them and theres just pure ease.

i remember having that with girlfriends in my life and i remember it with a few men. the ones i have loved. (the last of which took this photo of me.) but i'd forgotten that need. and it shocked me last night to see a hint at it in the dance, and to feel the ache of missing it.

i'm not ready yet. i like what i have right now and feel no real desire to rock my boat. and more importantly there's noone that i feel that 'spark' of interest with. sadly there rarely is, but i also feel no 'need' for it. this is a good thing and i hope i can maintain this throughout my life. maybe thats even why i wanted to write this, as a reminder to myself!
but today i remembered that i do still 'want' it.
i want that embrace that needs no kiss. that closeness that for a time makes you feel as if you have less limbs and one heart shared with your other.

snuggling.

to all those of you that have it, rejoice. and be glad that you give those of us who don't hope.

to all of us that are still wondering, lets hope that hope and turn it into faith!

for now, i'm off to cuddle the lets.

have a lovely weekend darlings.

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hello sweeties,

thankfully yesterday was quite fun in the end. the chinese masseuse were not very good apparently so they were happy to see me! though i still only massaged 5 people as one had gone awol! they were all really sweet and needed massage badly after so many gruelling shows. i also scored 6 places on the guest list so a nice little group of us will go see the show tonight. it looks fabulous. go see their web site de la guarda. they asked me if i wanted to fly and i said yes! so i'll tell you if that happens later- if any turkish celebs want to then they get first choice. if not, i do!

i went to the gym this morning and watched the england V germany 'legends' match. it was quite a laugh actually. but i couldn't help getting slightly annoyed that yet again we act like typical brits and play funny silly footie and allow prats like boris johnson on the pitch while germany play a load of fit sleek athletes! oh well its traditional and no doubt a taster of the what we can probably expect during the world cup! but it was a laugh and boris is now the star of you tube!!

it was due to me checking that particular nutjob out that i found the gem below! the gilrs and i have now watched angry kids entire back catalogue and though i know this proves once and for all what a shoddy mum i am it has been a laugh watching them race around the house yelling "look at me! i'm captain buggernuts!!" and "i'll save you, coz i'm lady angel butt!". heeheehee.



if you can't get it to play (darn you tube!) just double click here!and the you tube page will open.

you can see more from him here at atom films.
just search for him! (angry kid), and while you are there check out 'lets bomb iran'.... its got a ever such a catchy soundtrack by the beachboys!

have a great weekend darlin's xx

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legwarmers.
as promised last week!

happy Half Nekkid Thursday darlings!



despite my sunny looking ankles, i'm now feeling slightly annoyed.

after my lazy day yesterday i had a very disturbed night. first fatboy pushed yashi out of her bed, and she came crying to mine! he didnt mean to, he's just almost as big as she is and likes her very much!
anyway as i was too lazy to get up she slept with me. then a little later a dog from the apartment behind us started barking TOO loudly. then at 4.30 am some unknown twat called my mobile. i didnt answer and turned it off, meaning to return the call at 8am and piss them off back but obviously forgot! then finally i had a dream about being too lazy to check the tent pegs on my tent and us all getting wet.

i decided the gym was in order so went for a long workout after dropping the lets at nursery. just before i went into the sauna a friend of a friend called asking me if i could massage the cast of de la guarda, in 2 shifts, the first 6 in an hour! i was supposed to give a massage at 5 but said i could do them all from 9 ish tomorow morning.. they said great.

then at 3pm my 5pm appointment cancelled. i said i couldn't do tomorow either as i was busy. whatever i thought. the de la guarda thing is paying well so don't worry. i made plans for my friends to come and take the lets bike riding and their baba said he'll try to take them kite flying later, so i knew they would be fine even though i would be out all day and arranged to pick up extra oil delivered in the early morning.

then 5 minutes ago (at past 11pm at night!!), i get sent an sms! and SMS for gawds sake, saying sorry we have to cancel, but please come to the show!

i called the girl. and i told her i had had to put off another client (true) and asked if she would mind telling me why. apparently the hotel they are staying at actually do have their own chinese masseuses but they hadnt realised so have now booked them as its easier!!!!
anyway as i had cancelled for them they asked me to come at 11am and do 6 people. i will do it and try to score some tickets to the show.
but i am so pissed off about the fickle nature of this business. and how much i needed that fucking money. and i'm no longer looking forward to going to do the work and i hate that.

rant over sorry. heres me legs once again for anyone who managed to sit through that!! kisses darlings xx


ooh and happy birthday wdky!!! good luck (not that you need it!) tonight*

if you wanna know why i'm posting my half nekkid legs check out the half-nekkid-thursday link in my side bar and say hi to osbasso*

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hello lovelies,

(EDIT: thanks to the lovely scouser sending me a link to a haloscan fixit page in my comments and with a little extra 'tweeking', i have finally managed to get my old blogger comments to show!!!!! to see them for any of the posts from last thursday and earlier, just click on the posts title and all the old blogger comments will appear below the actual post. i would also now like to thank wdky for twidling with me bits earlier and lecram for taking the time too. i heart you guys!! who says i can't have everything i want if i set my mind too it??!! now which of those hollywood crushes is still single?... i'm on my way over!)

we are lounging abooot the hoose today. trying to clean up last nights girly-get-together-dinner debris and taking pictures of fatboy, our ever expanding cat. he is proof that big is beautiful! i'd post pushka the scared psycho cat too, but we cant find her during daylight hours as she prefers hiding under beds. fatboy obviously couldn't fit, even if he wanted to.

after a girly wine soused evening of spagetti, and more sauce than a carry on film, i have learnt how to pick up a rock star. apparently the immortal words "hello, i'm from slough" are pretty effective. but don't tell anyone.

we said "NO" to politics.
we said "NO" to religion.
we said "NO" to katie holmes ever having given birth (or at least i did- the whole thing is clearly a hoax....no one would allow that freak inside them no matter how rich and freaky. and that bump was clearly fake. and NOONE no matter how stoopid goes shoe shopping days before giving birth unless its for mansize slippers.)
i said "NO" to the slanderous suggestion that mathew mcyumaughey is gay. give me chance and i'll prove it.
we all said a resounding "YES" to staggering down istiklal with rock stars. but only when one is undrunk enough to remember if penetration occured or not in the morning. do not ask.

i laughed so much that my cheeks and tummy are now aching. if i hadn't eaten more than one helping of ice cream merangues and m&m's i'd be convinced i'd done wonders for my abdominals.
but my house looks like crap.

i've done my bit and moved everything to the kitchen and stacked the dishwasher the rest of the debris can dow be dealt with by our lovely helper, who's had 2 days of peaceful weekend and no wine.

the lets are busy cutting up paper into snowflakes. also dont ask. at least they are happy and busy. even if the carpet had disappeared under a snowdrift.

and i with my slightly mushy head have been playing silly buggers on da blogosphere.
thanks to lelly i found this......

keda is a Large Robot that has a Hovercraft Cushion, Infravision and Exposed Wiring, runs on a Single Watch Battery, and jams Radio Transmissions. Force: 10 Handling: 2 Weaponry: 0 To see if your Battle Robot can defeat keda, enter your name and choose an attack: fights keda using Force Handling Weaponry

i don't quite know why but its just sooo like i would be if i really were a robot methinks. AND when we tried all the peoples names we could think of my ex husbands was Hilarious. just wish i'd known that his only means of defense was an egg whisk all along! hee hee hee

this is also quite funny from the same site:

yashi is a Giant Mecha-Ant that cowers from Radiation and from Fire, has Prehensile Eyes, is Worshipped as a God, Screeches when Angry, and is Easily Confused.
(Strength: 5 Agility: 6 Intelligence: 6)


loveday is a Collosal Lizard that spins Vast Webs, has Suckers on its Feet, controls Human Thought, and is Very Slow and Sensitive to Noise.
(Strength: 10 Agility: 1 Intelligence: 3)


keda is a Giant Ape that has Dozens of Tentacles, swats Aeroplanes like Flies, and CANNOT BE STOPPED.
(Strength: 12 Agility: 8 Intelligence: 8)

Unleash your Giant Battle Monster.

spooky really!

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