There's another word I should learn to spell, bad enough that I write blog entries in my head but now I AM talking to myself on the blog. At least, I guess, I can't deny having said something to myself when it's in black & white!
I'm on here because it's 10:35pm and BOTH children are asleep. I assumed control of the remote control in b/r early so Tony decided to watch a dvd in the lounge, Excalibur, we all know the one. I was flipping between channels dfuring commercials and noticed he'd been up to the kitchen a couple of times when suddenly Excalibur took on a different tone. I just walked out now and sure enough, there's John Wayne on the big screen. There is also one of those tv promo's on for monthly issues of J.W's movies, all of them on dvd. Of course Tony says he's getting them. I reminded him he has them on video but "these are on DVD"! Yeah yeah, righto'. So now when he's not on foxtel there's a fair chance I'm gonna be watching him anyway.
Couple of days ago I dug up and potted my wysteria and jasmine which I'd planted during winter. I put them in pots in front of the front patio and because they haven't started to grow too much they aren't high enough to reach the railing to climb onto. I'd bought some chicken wire a month or so back for some other venture I'd planned but yet to put into place so cut some off and wrapped it onto the railing and was pulling it down to flatten out on the brick wall of the patio. Mum was helping me and commented she didn't know why it was called "chicken" cire when a chook could fit through the size of the holes. She's dry but no chicken in their right mind would go near the joins of the stuff as it scratched my hand to bits trying to unroll the stuff. Would make stir fry of a chook!
I, being an old chook myself before stroking out and starting a family had pretty much done as I pleased with my life, such as it was and spent a few years with the Irish crowd, my boyfriend at the time, George, a real character and was great entertainment. The Irish have a real way with words, the "f" one in particular. I'd grown in and out of this word over the years. Boarding school thoroughly knocked it out of me for a few years but nursing and "Eddie Murphy" brought it back. I restrain myself dependant on company present although I do have a tendency for a bit of road rage. Tony is less aware of when he says it and that's quite often. Naturally little ears hear these things and on occasion they use them. I have speakers in the littlies bedroom that are wired to my stereo but the music comes out louder in theirs than it does in mine. I had soothing meditation, jazz and classical music on the stereo, low enough so I could hear it but mum couldn't but when I went to ask why Hokey was still awake he stated "I can't sleep with this f'n noise". I'm not proud of it but I choked back my laugh. He covers his ears when we sing in church, all I need is for him to pass comment there and I'll be excused from sermons until I feel it appropriate to show my face again. I explain to him that those sorts of words are very naughty that only grown-ups use and even then they are still naughty and it's not nice for little boys but hey, he'll be going to school with Islanders, Lebs and all manner of Eastern cultures next year so I'm sure to be hearing newer words in the near future :o^
I ducked out to put the lotto on after Tony came home from work, gotta be in it.... I always play iyt at Campsie, my 'thing' so went upstairs to Big W to get some toilet rolls on special and picked up a few crafty type things while I ws there to make photoframes for the kids pic's then laminate them. I made some nice ones for fathers day, 'from' Hokey at playgroup. Have some lovely pics of madame and wild ones of Hocus Pocus which I'd like to do up for fridge decie's.
I really must wear slippers at night. My second & third toes on the left foot bend under when I walk and it's very painfull, they look like "hammer" toes, well, they ARE hammer toes. The top of the bridge of my foot has developed a boney spur that looks like a knuckle sticking out from when my foot spasms and rubs against my boots. The side of the foot has also developed the knuckle because when in a hurry or stressed out my foot turns under and I walk on the side of the bloody thing. I call it my "frankenstien" foot because that's exactly what it looks like, a couple of bolts put through it. Tony says to get them cut off, alright for him to say that, he'll have to get me one of those little granny four wheelers with the little orange flag sticking up and a baby seat on the back, Hokey can ride on the handle bars!
I haven't checked email but seeing no-one has posted since my last post I'll assume fliker site address and logon details aren't there so I'll put a couple of picks up here if that's ok? Then bed, good night,
Love Sara xxxxx
