Reasons To Be Cheerful…
I’ve been enjoying reading about other people’s reasons to be cheerful this week (courtesy of Mummy from the Heart). So much so that it has made me try to think of some of my own.
Introduction kindly written by Maid in Yorkshire.
DorkyMum – My Limited Online Attention Span
For the first time in ages, I was having a wee look at my Flickr account last night. I’m not sure what surprised me more; the fact that I haven’t uploaded any photos since last July, or the fact that even though I haven’t uploaded any photos since last July, I’ve still had about 60,000 views!
There was a time, shortly after I took up photography, when I was never off Flickr. I loved it – joining in groups and discussions, doing basic editing on Picnik, and browsing those millions and millions of beautiful pictures.
Mutterings of a Fool – Lets live like the darling buds of may
The lady of the manor loves the Darling Buds of May, ITV1 seem to run old episodes periodically and you can guarantee when they do that our PVR will soon be full with recordings. It has to be one of the ultimate feel good programs doesn’t it? A breath of fresh air in a generally depressing and bleak world of TV, the tweets about Eastenders alone are enough to make me reach for a bottle of something highly alcoholic.
But ma and pop? They’ve got life figured out haven’t they?
House With No Name – Snow – and my embarrassing attempts to learn how to ski
The first time I tried skiing was at Aviemore, when my mum’s best friend took me and my sister on holiday. Neither of us had any proper skiing gear. We’d learned to sail that summer and everyone thought sailing waterproofs would be fine to ski in. I’ll never forget the horrified look on our ski instructor’s face as we pitched up in bright yellow oilskin trousers and tops (mercifully we left our matching souwesters at home). The oilskins had no grip at all – so every time we fell over, we slid embarrassingly to the bottom of the mountain.
Mama Jax – How to cope with a destructive puppy
Pup could never resist the kitchen bin. If we turned our back on him for a second he would tip the bin over and throw the rubbish all over the kitchen.
I went off to work one morning, leaving hubby at home with pup. I ‘suggested’ that hubby clean out the cupboard off the kitchen and store the bin safely in there.
By the time I got home from work hubby proudly led me to the kitchen to show me his solution to the problem. Rather than carrying out my ‘suggestion’, hubby had taken matters into his own hands…
Like this?Read more… //
Dawnie’s Diary – Flirting with danger?
I have a confession to make.
I flirt alot. In fact I am one of the flirtiest people I know. And I know alot of flirty people. I didn’t actually realise just how much I flirted until I had a conversation with a good friend when I was about 19 years old. It went something like this:
Him: “So anyway, I didn’t think much of it cause like, it’s pretty much taken for granted that you flirt with everything and anything anyway. So I thought…”
Me: (cutting him off) “Woah, woah, woah. Go back. What?”
Knackered Mother’s Wine Club – Blogging Doesn’t Get Tougher Than This…
A normal Tuesday night for me goes something like this: have a bath, go out, meet a friend for supper in a local gastropub, share a bottle of wine, get back after 11pm…oh, sorry. No, forgive me, that’s my old life. Tonight has been about getting three children to bed (easier herding goats, although I’ve never actually done that, so I’m guessing), sinking into the sofa and watching Masterchef. Very difficult to blog with Masterchef on because it is so very entertaining. Now that’s what I call a good night.
An Essex Wife – 10 things to do before I’m 30
If you’re anything like me you’ve had a rough sketch in your mind of how you’d like your life to plan out and things you’d like to achieve. Own my own home, have a career I love, get married, raise a family and find the perfect little black dress were all up there on my ‘to do list’. I’ve always had my ‘goal age’ set to 30 and my ‘scary age’ set at 35, I’d hoped to be married by 30 and at least planning a family, if I hadn’t got there by 35 then
Margot and Barbara – Little Luxuries
I’m saving up for holidays, paying off debts and trying to keep myself cheerful just by thinking of the sunshine and beaches to come. These long grey January days, with no sunshine in sight, can leave me pretty gloomy. I’ve been trying to come up with ways to cheer myself up, without spending a lot of money. All too often it feels as though you have to spend money to indulge yourself, but really time and effort are more important.
The Accidental Mogul – Embracing where you’re at
I’ve been thinking, how can I learn to cope with this never ending lack of sleep I am experiencing?
I have reached the conclusion I have to just embrace it, and the more I think about it the more it makes sense. If we surrender ourselves to our situation, no matter how dire, we will always make it out to the other side. Eveything in this life is temporary, so we must learn to take the rough with the smooth and ride out the storms.
WAHM-BAM! – Don’t girls love Lego already?
Lego is brilliant stuff, isn’t it? My girls have built zoos, houses, jails, parks, castles, schools, hospitals, space rockets and trees, with the range expanding considerably once we invested some of their Christmas money in some bases. So… why in the name of all that is holy, do we need pink and purple Lego with girly girly sets and interchangeable hair and fashion accessories for the characters? Why?
Misterdoctorbeckymark2 – team followback
I still have a problem with the concept of this practice. It’s not just on twitter, also the equivalent on Facebook, but mainly on twitter! If your not using it for your business or are a bit of a celebrity why on earth do you need thousands of followers? My friends nicola & tanya both use their twitter accounts for their businesses as their both self employed. There I can perfectly unstand having hundreds & thousands of followers and following a similar amount of people.
Cupcake Mumma – A Loyal Customer?
There is one supermarket I have never paid that much attention to. Not Waitrose nah ah, they’re not made for folk like me. I doubt I could afford a *carrot . Nope I’m talking about Morrisons.
Like this?Read more… //
A Mummy Too – 40 by 40
Nosing around the lovely From Fun to Mum’s blog once again like a neighbour who pops round a bit too often, I spotted her post, “40 things before I am 40“. Not one to ignore a good meme, I thought I’d write mine. So, 10 years, six months and three weeks to strive for the following lofty ambitions (split into groups because I’m that kind of girl).