This came out in 1994 and this is the year I got to know a male friend of mine.
A platonic friendship (although lashings of flirting), I truly love him. He epitomises life and fun. We lost each other for a while but with the miracle of the internet we have reconnected again.
There is a spark between us that I think once upon a time might have ignited into something else but now it means that the fire of friendship is burning brightly.
We are both amused to think of the missed opportunity (that ship has well and truly sailed) but whatever might have been would have undoubtedly burned out if we had chosen that path.
This way we get to be friends forever, and flirt for England x
I am currently attempting to get my biggest girl to write her thank you letters for her birthday (just before Christmas) and Christmas presents. It feels like I'm banging my head against the wall. We have 17 more to write and even when I can get her to sit down at the table with the strawberry pen I bought her to bribe her into writing them, can I get her to focus? Can I bugger!
It would be so much quicker to do it myself, but I want to instill good manners in my children (and she can write now so there is no excuse for her not to do it herself). But oh my god, she is driving me mad!!! On top of which I am being hassled by my mother for letters not written yet to her friends. Can she not remember what it was like when we were children? I know I was terrible at writing my thank yous....Oh
PS If you are reading this and you are a friend or family member thank you for the presents, this will reach you much quicker than the scrawled note from my girl x
My lovely friend has lent me the last instalment of the Twilight saga to read. This is exciting, not because it is fantastic literature but it makes my nearing middle aged heart (if you don't mind Mr D) beat a little faster and you know, I'm a completest, I need to know what happens in the Bella/Edward/Jacob love triangle.
This is made all the more thrilling as I am going away for 2 whole nights next week ON MY OWN! (this means I have already ticked off some of my 'to do' list as this definitely counts as 'time for me', although lets just skirt over the fact I will undoubtedly be scoring out the 'not drinking for a month' with big black marker whilst I'm away)
I cannot even begin to explain how excited I am at the prospect of it. The day in between will be occupied with a university Alumni /networking/drinking thing which in itself will be good fun and means I can catch up with some old friends, but on top of that I will have 2 train journeys unpunctuated by small girls needing attention / the toilet / snacks / entertainment in which I can try & work my way through the mammoth tome and without Mr D bemusement at exactly why I would want to read a 'teenager's book'. The thing is, he didn't seem to mind me reading Harry Potter, in actual fact actively encouraged it, he brought me many of the series. And so I can only put his dislike of Stephanie Meyers books down to Robert Pattinson (from the films obviously). I suspect he feels the same way about RPattz as Jack Whitehall does.
So excited am I about even the train journey, I have mapped it out in my head. Alongside reading I plan some writing, listening to music and I fear I may even turn into one of those people that cracks open a can of G&T on the train (have always wondered who those people were).
(As an aside, my mother saw the book in my kitchen yesterday and declared 'It doesn't appeal to me!' which made me roar with laughter. It's bad enough that I could be RPattz *cough* older sister, but his aunt taking a shine to him? Well that's just icky!)
According to Mr DOMADQ this blog is inaccurately titled. This being my husband who has a) never read it and b) never intends to as it's my 'thing' and he wants me to feel free to write what I want.
However, he proclaimed this morning that
1. It is NOT a diary as I don't write everyday
2. I am NOT middle aged, apparently at 38 I am 'no longer middle-aged'
3. I am NOT a drama queen but an 'overthinker'
So according to him this should now be called 'Blog of A Not Middle Aged Woman Who Over Thinks Things'.
In my defence
1. Since when was there a law dictating now often a diary has to be written
2. WTF?! At 38 I though I might be stretching the 'middle-aged' label but the other way!
3. I think Mr D might soon be experiencing a middle aged tantrum about his second point
So, here we all are in 2012 - as Mr DOMADQ pointed out only 3 years away from 'Back to the Future' (am still waiting for the hover boards & flying cars). This New Years Eve we spent with some very good friends of ours. A quiet night in which involved a bit of shouting at small people to go to bed, chicken fajitas, a board game (a bit of cheating from Mr D) and ALOT of alcohol.
Tamer than years gone by but still left me jaded yesterday morning - not from hangover (Champagne's amazing, not even the suggestion of a headache despite the quantity that I drank) but from going to bed post 1am. I really am getting too old for this. Gone are the days of being up all night, drinking and dancing - at one point we had to occupy ourselves with another game of 'Articulate' to prevent any of us from nodding off before 'the bells'. Yesterday afternoon post sugary tea & bacon sarnies I was only fit to watch Cinderella for the millionth time with my girlies and sew a sock monkey - Yes, sock monkey madness has begun again.
So, hello 2012, what are you going to bring for us? Bracing ourselves for the forecasted 'double dip' - although you would never have guessed we were teetering on the edge of economic abyss with those New Year fireworks along the Thames; which were amazingly beautiful but I could just see fivers being set fire to seeing as we're not supposed to have a pot to piss in.
So is this the year I actually crack on & start writing my book? Not sure if I want to make resolutions this year as they seemed destined to be broken but maybe I should make a 'TO DO' list instead:
1. A month of detox - think my liver would appreciate some time off after December's excesses.
2. So I guess if I'm not drinking I should probably make sure I am eating better too (not a diet as diets make me want to eat)
3. Exercise (naturally goes with 1 & 2...)
4. Less shouting more laughing with my children (I think this should probably come higher up the list but it's not in order of priority)
5. More time for me (this should assist with no 4)
6. Carry on writing / do my homework / blog more
7. Sell the stock of sock monkeys I have made / have started to make again. I don't know if it's just because January is a horrible month; anti climatic after Christmas, weather is rotten, too long to wait till payday so many many nights in in front of the TV (at least Sherlock's back) but I have been searching for a new 'crafting' project (might also be the gorgeous sewing box I got for Christmas from Mr D) and stumbled on several half made sock monkeys which I am now finishing.
(experimenting with sewn on eyes after consulting the gorgeous book I got from my Xmas blog swap)
'And who is that one for?' my mother enquired, 'Oh, you know, it's just another one I've made' (this is getting ridiculous!)
You think THAT's ridiculous I also started branching out & made a prototype bunny too!
