Wednesday, April 30, 2008


"Mummy whoose tummy were you growed in?"

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Muffin Tops!

Sometimes the word comparison between the English meaning and the American can be quite comical!

Today I have just learnt a new word...muffin top!

Although this may conjure up a picture of a fluffy fairy cake that has currants in...guess again my friends!

This is the American word for a tummy that overhangs your bikini knickers! Yuck!

To make it worse ....

To my surprise I saw an advert for an "Eggo's new muffin tops breakfast."

God forbid the mind boggles!

I guess this is what you get ofyou eat the Eggo's muffin tops for breakfast???

Monday, April 14, 2008


Thank you Expatmum for tagging me, never had it done before so here it goes! Not sure how to tag either...need a nerd to help me out here Mme L!

1. What was I doing 10 years ago? I had a two year old & was heavily pregnant with number 2 who was extremely big whilst working night shifts at J.Jill customer center so I had a great wardrobe. Went through a sponging phase which ended up in our bedroom being a harsh putrid yellow mess.

2. 5 snacks I enjoy: English cadburys orange chocolate, Weetabix, Special K Bliss granola's, Florida oranges and bacon wheat crunchies.

3.Things I would do if I was a billionaire:
Pay off my mums, sister, brother & of course our mortgage.
Pay for all my family & friends to meet us in Disneyland for a grand bash.
Build & fund a home for domestic abuse victims.
Anomalously donate money to needy people who needed medical aid.

4. 5 jobs I've had:
Gutting fish in a mackerel factory in Holland... horrendous
Apple picking in France....exhausting
Account manager for a manufacturing company....sensible
Looking after a rich old granny in St Tropez....easy
Waitressing in a steak house...good money

5. 3 bad habits:
twiddling with my hair
Pinot Grigio

6. 5 places I've lived:
Llandudno, Yelling in Cambridgeshire,Manchester UK, Ramatuelle France, Portugal

7. 5 people I want to know more about:
Not sure really...sad lass!

I m tagging MMe L.
Almost American

Friday, April 11, 2008

My daughter's poem


To step into the warm air when entering the gym, to feel the excitement rising from within.

Running down the court I’m flying. I feel like a bird someone pushes another shoves. I fly past them trying to be free but sometimes it feels like they’re all chasing me.

On the court you catch the ball then score, to score a basket oh what a joy, the basketball is my favourite toy.

The sweaty pennies sticking to my chest the crowd screaming and shouting that our teams the best.

I run down the court the ball bouncing at my side, all eyes on me. It’s like there’s wings on my shoes to lift me up. I shoot, I score and I fall back down to earth.

The buzzer bellows the game is over, our team won. I’d say it was the best day ever.

My family congratulates me after the game, my brothers saying “you won hurray!”

My dad really helps me work on my skills and at practice he really helps me work on my drills.

I wouldn’t be who I am today if my family and friends did not get in the way.

Monday, April 7, 2008

Chunky Cheeseits!

I've just been laughing at another blog who was describing a torturous visit to "Chucky Cheese's" which gave my memory a jolt... a rare occasion these days!

When # 2 was 3 years old he went to daycare 4 days a week and on the fifth day was "mummy's day." I would try & get all the shopping, laundry etc. done so that I could have quality time one on one with him in the afternoon. (ie. not feel so guilty for working the other 4 days a week!)

One day I asked him "Do you prefer mummy days or going to school?" feeling confident that I was the winner.

His response " oh school days."

Needless to say I was crushed & broken hearted. I needed to think of a speedy plan to get back into first position.

So I suggested that on the next mummy day we would go to "Chunky Cheeseits" for lunch, which gave him great pleasure as he bragged to his older sister who had to go to school.

So after enduring an 1 1/2 hour drive we got to the wretched place, ate the greasy pizza, spent a fortune on games, gave the Rat a high five and painfully cashed in our tokens to purchase more crap, at last it was time to leave.

Obviously he did not want to leave, so there was a little tantrum on exit!

Personally I could not wait to get out of there even with a screaming child

On the way home after a candy treat ( I was out to win OK!) I asked the question "do you prefer mummy days or school days?"

"Oh definitely mummy days" he muttered as he nodded off.

What can I say but MISSION ACCOMPLISHED! (thanks Chucky Cheese's)

Friday, April 4, 2008

BBC News :M&S Knickers save the day!

A family home was saved from burning down when a pair of giant knickers were used to put out a fire.
Jenny Marsey’s size 18-20 cotton pants were a lifesaver when they were grabbed to cover a frying pan fire at her home in Meryl Gardens, Hartlepool, Teesside.
Her son and nephew were trying to fry some bread when the blaze broke out.
But the quick-thinking pair used the Marks & Spencer underwear from a pile of washing, doused them in water, and threw them over the fire.
Mrs Marsey, 53, said: “My £4.99 parachute knickers have come in handy for something. We’ve had a good laugh that they were a bit like a fire blanket.”

Mrs Marsey, who is also mother to Sarah, 23, Joanne, 24, and Donna, 27, added: “I think if they had been my daughter Sarah’s skimpy knickers they wouldn’t have done any good.

One advantage of chinny knickers vs thongs!


My daughter made these for NO 3..he loved them so much he slept in them & wore them for school the next day!

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Where do you belong?

Sometimes it is hard living in a foreign country as you really are not sure where you belong.

After surviving this horrendous winter (that is still on going on..more snow due on Friday!) I long to go back home to the UK or France or even better beautiful Portugal!

Sir L & I would spend hours discussing where we would like to "end up" and now we don't! So what has changed? Is it the mortgage, three kids and routine that we have settled for or should we still be planning to buy and renovate our dream farmhouse in France?

It seems that every day life is so demanding with all the "stuff" that you have to do, your dreams do not get a look in. The most ironic point here is that it is all your own making. You take on the jobs that may not be perfect but it fits into your life. Let the kids do activities so that you are a full time unpaid taxi driver, go back to college to get your brain into gear which involves homework and extra hours, work out at the gym, yet complain when your muscles ache and the circle of life goes on.

I guess there is no time for dreams at the moment! Or is it that we just become more realistic?