Seven Is Lovely

Went to bed way too late. again.

For the first time in years, Miss Ky slept through the night and DIDN'T travel in to visit me.

However,

Husband lost his mind and decided that 2 or 3 am is the perfect time to get up and re-make the bed. I could NOT believe it. I still think he was sleep-bed making, but he swears the blankets were messed up.

by 8 am little birthday boy had opened pressies.

by 9 am I drove into town to buy the food things for the party.

Received a text from Hubby, "When you get a signal, call home please".

Bad news:
Apparently I had a brain hemorrhage sometime a few weeks ago and had put two different times on party invites. I had two moms in the same place and their invitations said 1-3.30 and 3-5. They had called to see what I was up to. Women are now laughing at me and saying they're blaming it on pre-menopause.
Back up: one of the women just happened to be the one I sucked up the courage to call about a week ago to ask her what time I had put on the invitations...
I drove home quickly. Frantically tried to get numbers to ring all of these people I don't know to ask what time their invitations said. A2 had invited his entire class.
Fortunately for me, some of those kids are only discovering their invites tonight as they prepare their book bags to return to school tomorrow after a very long Easter holiday.

by 11am I drove to the building to decorate -- with all food stuff still unprepared due to the phoning required. Kids played while I decorated. I would have to prepare food during the party. Sometime.

At 12.30 I told my kids it was time to put on their costumes. Aaaargh! Pirate party Ye know.

Only...

I had left the costumes at home. 20 minutes away.

I could dwell on the fact that everything worked against me this month, but instead would like to see 7 positive points (yes, it's me writing this post and not some guest blogger):

A. A2 had a great time today.

B. I didn't kill anyone in my crazed drive home and back

C. The costumes were by the door on a chair and hadn't been put on the roof of the car or any other equally stupid place.

D. It didn't matter that it rained since I had opted on an indoor party.

E. Being of "advanced maternal age" when he was born means that I fully appreciate this time watching him grow.

F. Now with this party over, I may be able to concentrate on things like... blogging a decent post for the first time in a month.

G. Flights may resume tomorrow.

Ok, "G" really has nothing to do with our pirate party, but it's important to other people (F might be as well).

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A2... 7 years ago, heavily pregnant I traipsed through the desert, walked into the hospital, donned an unfashionable backless gown and instantly despised the woman who would become my nurse.

I think even that day started better than this one...

But the results were equal-- in the joy I felt watching you run and laugh today and the sweet little newborn face I lovingly melted into then.

Your impish ways, soft heart, contagious giggle, odd British/American accent, are the highlights of my day.


Happy 7th birthday big guy.

Please Mind the Gap

"You can reach me by railway, you can reach me by trailway
You can reach me on an airplane, you can reach me with your mind
You can reach me by caravan, cross the desert like an Arab man
I don't care how you get here, just- get here if you can" --Brenda Russell

I wonder why she left out "red double-decker bus" maybe it's hard to rhyme...



Watch your step, you don't want to imitate "While You Were Sleeping"

Straight out the tube door while a lady standing close by grinned at me for
taking photos of tube adverts.

All my friends queuing up to read this blog... or inside the tube, I can't remember which.

Going up the steps under the Tower Bridge.
This is how the Hubby and I travel. I'm like a third-world inferior wife keeping a certain distance from her Husband.
His legs are longer, and I'm dealing with an impairment that keeps me from walking quickly (you know, camerahand)

London Bridge (not the one in Arizona), although I've seen that one too. Also on my birthday. The 26th one I think. It should stand out in my memory, I got a speeding ticket. on my birthday. Wow, cut a girl some slack....

Well that's it (not really, but that's all I'm subjecting you to). It's time to return to my sharp, distinct writing style... fine, it's time to begin rambling again. Cut a girl some slack....

My First Ku

Raindrops on roses
whiskers on, no wait, wrong one
"Mem'ries..." that's wrong too

This isn't about
visits to Jellicle Cats
I'm a dog person

"Shall we dance?" Oh no!
I can't seem to get this right.
Let's pause and listen

To the music of--
"To the music of the night"
It's getting clearer...

Michael is now gone
Ramin has taken his place
Robyn is Christine?

London has missed me
Space on iphoto proves it
I'll have to fix that

After I inhale
the essence of pure voices
and colourful sets

And gently gather
the moments meant to carry
through more mundane days

Bless you Lloyd Weber,
for composing the music--
music of the night.

Be Afraid, Be VERY Afraid...

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The sleep over has begun..... holy cow, what was I thinkin'?!

The day started by going to hospital--the Emergency Room (Pediatrics actually suggested it since they couldn't get us in until 10 am) for Miss Ky. She had popped the tendon out on her elbow...who knows how, but she was in a lot of pain. Poor little thing. She is fine now and using both arms like nothing ever happened.

A1 received an award today at assembly, but since we were watching Her Highness get x-rays on her arm, we couldn't watch him smile shyly as he was honoured for his great skills in Maths :-(

And if you think I've lost my ability to put a sentence together, let's do an All Things British day, shall we?

Before we moved here, I thought the guidebooks were all messed up. Places were called "Wells-next-the-sea".
Ummm, did you forget to put the "to"?
Oh, wait, there's "Southend-on-sea" as well.

People don't go to THE hospital here, they go to hospital. They go to Temple, and the kids take Maths... which is quite logical really. There isn't just ONE math-- you have geometry, algebra, Trig. etc... so they go to Maths.
And A1 received an award for his.

As much as I'd like to stay and ramble, I've already had three kids come in to tell me what new wound they've received, one getting a punch in the groin by J2... and A1's best mate, Harry has brought a tub of gummies and two bags of marshmallows to share-- I know where you live Jo (his Mum and my now ex-friend)!
Somebody shoot me now. Then take me to hospital so I can get some rest.