Marching On

Possibly the worst blogger in the world

But I'm back, baby!

I am, in fact, back to:

- every day life after two weeks of sun drenched bliss in Jamaica (it was fabulous);

- wondering what possessed me to get two dogs, and whether it is too late to get a refund because they are defective;

- my diet.  This time I have made a diet up all by myself, and today is day four.  I've lost 2 pounds so far and I am really happy with what I am eating;

- trying to get knocked up.  At this point, all I know is that I have ovulated.  When is a mystery that even Scooby would struggle to solve, and the only pesky kid involved was a certain blonde haired boy who was attached to me like a limpet whilst on holiday; and

- debating what to do with my hair.  Again.

All proof that life gets back to normal almost immediately the plane touches the runway.

 

Very Lazy Woman

So it is half way through January, and I haven't managed to post even once in 2007 yet.  The shame.

At this moment in time, I am sat on the floor of our little box room, using the laptop.  Willow is sat nearby on her stuffed rottweiler looking every bit the little princess.  Ellie is perched on top of the bookcase and is snoring.  The others are skulking around because the Baron just brought the hoover upstairs.

What am I doing sat on the floor?  Well, the chair is covered in paperwork that I should be filing.  I bought a new bag for work today, since I had to throw my fantastic pink leather bag out.  I left a satsuma in it the day that the Baron was rushed to hospital, and by the time he came home and I had more than twenty seconds to myself to go through the bag, it had rotted and completely ruined the interior.  Anyway, the plan was to transfer all my stuff to the new bag and put the old bag away but I got sidetracked.  Much like now, in fact.

So today has been fairly blah.  The Baron and I had a very vocal disagreement this afternoon, which led to me storming out the house in a huff and setting off with all haste to the pub where I planned to enjoy a quiet pint.

Unfortunately I decided to walk.  Not that walking is a bad thing, but when you live in the middle of nowhere it is fairly clear to the person you stomped out on that since you are on foot you aren't going far.  So it was a matter of deciding which of the two pubs I had gone to, and meeting me there.

So much for a quiet pint.

Instead, we decided to not talk about our disagreement and have a spot of lunch.  It was roast pork today, and very nice too.  We came home and made a chocolate orange pavlova, which was lovely.  What wasn't so lovely was leaving the cream out and finding a trail of greedy lactose intolerant cat vomit going up the stairs, which is ironically what I came upstairs to clean up before getting side tracked by the filing.

Right.  I must go tackle the carpet.  I can't think of anything else that I can get side tracked on....

Last post of 2006

So it has been a little hectic here over the last few weeks.

Ozzie is now fine.  Still fat, but fine.  His new diet is agreeing with him, and his bladder seems to have come to a truce with the struvite crystals.

The Baron has recovered well after his minor disagreement with his appendix.  Physically, he healed very quickly but he had a mini nervous breakdown.  A few weeks on medication dealt with that, and the Baron is now back in fighting form. 

The Boy has decided that he likes staying at our house, and has been here for the last three nights.  The tooth fairy was forced to pay a visit a couple of nights ago, and I've been washing and drying his clothes each day like the nice auntie that I am.  He is currently playing Star Wars Battlefront and trying to come up with a good screen name.

Tomorrow is the big Star Wars marathon.  We've been looking forward to it, because we are very sad people, and we are going to work on my photo albums whilst watching the saga and eating obscene amounts of popcorn.

Happy New Year!

New House Rule

Whenever a cat takes ill, the Baron is to be dropped off at the nearest hospital immediately.

Ozzie had a bad UTI.  His ureter was spasming and he couldn't pass urine.  He is on a new diet regime and had a heavy course of antibiotics.

Not to be outdone, the Baron collapsed on Wednesday night.  He is now in hospital recovering from a burst appendix.

Rememberance Sunday

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago 
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields. 

Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)

Mixed bag

Good:

I have a new washing machine.  It works, which is a big improvement on the last.  I have been without a working machine for six weeks.

My house is fairly tidy.

The dogs haven't destroyed much in the last few weeks.

I'm now a Cat Cuddler at the local cat rescue centre.

Bad:

I've double booked myself next week workwise.  I have to do some juggling in order to get both jobs done AND keep everyone happy.

Rude people abound

Especially on the internet.  As do stupid people. 

Clearly this isn't news to anyone, but I've certainly been entertained by them this evening.

The one where I wax lyrical over the moon

It is late.  It's cold out, and the moon is casting a beautiful silvery light into my room.  Occasionally, clouds scud across the sky, casting their night shadow on the walls.

I love the night sky.

I love taking late night walks in the winter though our village.  There are no street lights here, and on a clear night, the sky is just incredible.

I love the night sky so much, that there are seven different pictures of the moon decorating my bedroom.

Tonight, the blinds are staying up.  I will fall asleep dreaming of the stars.

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I really need to get back into the swing of this.

Bad bad blogger

Not much has happened round here.

Charlie had his first bath after a nasty litter tray accident.  He took it very well, and I didn't need too much in the way of medical attention afterwards. 

Lila has a double ear infection and a new patch of wet ezcema.  She tried to bite me this week when I tried to put cream on her sore bits, and given how much they are oozing, I don't really blame her for objecting. 

She has decided that her various lotions and potions do, in fact, make her feel better, and so has come to the conclusion that I can treat her, but she will glare at me whilst I do so.  And then lick me to death when I stop tormenting her.

She is currently sat next to me staring at me with her big brown eyes.  Since I know she does get fed, she really is wasting her time with the "I'm starving and completely neglected" look.  I think she is feeling a lot better now.

Zach is on my other side.  He hasn't destroyed much in the last few days.

The Boy got 16 out of 16 on his spelling test.  I am one proud auntie this evening.