That time already!?!

13 days and counting……

That is how long I have left to prepare for the boys’ birthday. 

Can you believe that the little so and so is going to be one already!?  Yes, one.

It’s unbelievable to think how quickly the past year has gone and disappeared.  I can actually still remember the night he was born and the events preceding, which is astonishing in itself when you take into account how useless my memory is, as if it were only a few weeks ago.

I know it’s all down here from here, but I think we were extremely lucky, yet again, to get such a happy and contented child.  We haven’t really had any problems with him as yet (knock on all wood please) but he still seems a happy chappy.  Must be in the genes….

The daughter was a contented child, until she learnt to talk and think for herself, now every day is full of back chat and the use of the word ‘no’.  That doesn’t particularly go down well…

Anyway, the birthday is fast approaching.  The gifts are being organised by the wife, but I’ve been trying to maybe make my own decorations for the front room.  Only problem is, albeit I’m not completely creative when it comes to making things, what the hell does a one year old like??  I mean, he watches the tv with his sister of a morning when daddy is still waking up, but I couldn’t tell you his favourite.  He watches everything.  Does that mean I have artistic freedom in creating decorations?  I can mix Fireman Sam with Bubble GuppiesOctonauts with Granny Murray?  Tikkabilla with Postman Pat?

I suppose that would make it easier.  Bit odd mind.

Luckily I believe that it will only be the family attending the house so it won’t matter too much, but still.

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Oh yeah, forgot to mention, I reckon by the time we get to his first birthday, he should be walking.  He’s pretty much nailed the standing alone unaided bit, and he’s getting pretty quick at walking short distances.  Obviously when he’s tired, he spends more time on the floor than anywhere else, but he’s getting there!!

That’s my boy.

The Boy!

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Decision time…

Right, today’s the day.

You may have noticed me mention that I don’t currently have a permanent job?  Well, as part of the whole process, I have to submit a form today, where I chose some vacancies from a list that I would like to put my name down for.

Obviously it’s not that simple, wish that it were.  No, I give my preferences, they record it, other information gets assessed and then interviews can commence.  Then wait.

I hate interviews.  I hate applying for jobs in general if I’m honest, but needs must.  There is just one little problem….

Of all the jobs on the list, of which there aren’t many, not one of them takes my fancy.  Not one.  Not blowing my own trumpet but it’s not a case of talent or ability, I could do any job of my grade, but I have to take into account my penchant for getting bored.  I don’t like mundane jobs, routine tasks, I like to have a variety of things to do.  This is why I have lasted in my current, sorry old, job for eight years or so, variety.

I get bored so easily!

Anyway, today is deadline day and I can’t decide what to do.  Do I sit and read about all the details of each position or do I just get my darts out?!  Slightly more fun version than using a pin and a blindfold!

Keep your fingers cross for me!

Decision Time

Dear Baldy…

Now, this is a serious question.

I don’t want any sniggers, derisory laughter or pointing.  Understand?

Right, to all the baldy people (or anybody with an opinion), at which stage of the showering or general bathing procedure, do you admit to not needing shampoo anymore?

……

Look, see, I told you, stop laughing!!  This is a perfectly serious question…….

I can admit that the follicles on my head have all decided to take a permanent holiday and are leaving one by one, but in an attempt to keep them a bit longer, I shave my head so as to delay them.  Like hiding their shoes or chopping their feet off….

Anyway, what is the purpose of shampoo to that of a balding gentleman?  Can I not just switch to using shower gel instead?  Surely that’s the same affect?  I don’t know, hence why I ask.

To all you that chuckled, beware.  Baldness can happen to anybody, it could even affect someone in your family.  It’s perfectly natural and part of growing up.

And besides, it can be fun to slap some people….

Miley Cyrus Bald

A Little Help, Dear Readers…..

Just a quickie…

I am nearing the big 200 post mark and wondered whether I should do anything in particular to mark this momentous occasion?

Do you have any ideas as to what I should do?  Your thoughts would be appreciated.

I’m surprised I’ve lasted this long, infrequent as I am, and have managed to attract such a following.  I know a lot of people just come for my dry wit……………………. ahem, moving on.

I have contemplated giving up this blog in recent times, if only for the times I don’t post anything for long periods.  I don’t know, maybe I’ll reassess after the 200…..

What should I write about?  Should I just find a funny picture? 

Aaaaahhh the decisions!!

Reflections

I have moved on from the bike saga now……  It just doesn’t work anymore. *sniff*
(Please feel free to donate to my new bike fund if you so wish!)

I’m in a more sombre mood today.

I’m not sure whether I mentioned, pretty sure I have, but a couple of weeks ago I was given ‘El Boot’ from my current job.  Now, that doesn’t mean clear your desk and get out in this case, as I work for a Government Department.  It’s much more complicated.  And cruel.  I have to now sit here, at my desk, continuing to do the same job I’ve just been told I’m not allowed to do, until at least November.  Merry Christmas!

Then, as there is no replacement for me, I will simply vanish into the pool of other surplus staff.  They haven’t just picked me, thankfully, but we are part of a larger ‘re-structuring’.  It’s going on everywhere nowadays, I’m lucky to have a job really….

Now, I’m a pretty laid back person.  I haven’t really thought about the consequences or my next step, as I don’t really care…… harsh, but honest.  I’ve been in this post since ’05, maybe it is time for a change?  I don’t know.  I got until November to figure that out.

Oh, did I mention that my house is connected with my job?  No?!  Well, a Brucey Bonus.

But, it has brought about a mood of reflection, well, more nostalgia.  Reminiscing of simpler times.  I’m not a huge fan of facebook.  I’ve been a member since the beginning, but my enthusiasm in finding out what everybody is moaning about today has pretty much died out, but it is good for some things.  I get to talk to people I want to talk to.  That sounds a daft thing to say, but I know what I mean.

It’s good to be able to talk to family members, informally and without agenda, and also to link up again with those people you just moved in different circles to.  I’ve been friends with people on facebook because I knew them a long time ago, but never really spoken to them since.  Even on fb.  I don’t know, maybe I’m getting old……

Yesterday, I spoke to someone I haven’t seen in 15 years or so, when I lived in another part of the country.  Because my memory is so shockingly bad, I assume that things that far back never get remembered.  I was amazed that he could recall events I had completely forgotten.  I struggle remembering last week….

You don’t really appreciate how much of an impression you leave on people.  Whether it is good memories or bad ones, you affect people’s lives in ways you don’t always realise.

Do you ever get in those moods?  When you can’t be bothered with the present and enjoy looking back?  No?  Try losing your job, you don’t get the choice!

By the way, I apologise for such a bleak and serious post.  Normal service will be resumed shortly….

Whatcha Thinking?!

The Question This Week

Right People, question time.

It’s hot.  So hot it’s difficult to turn the TV over.  The rest of the family have gone out for the day.  An empty house is yours to enjoy.  BUT it’s an absolute tip.  Do you:
a.  Tidy the house in one full blitz, enjoy the fan in the afternoon.
b.  Tidy in small doses, ensuring to hydrate properly.
c.  Say ‘F*** It, it’s too hot.  There’s nothing decomposing, it’s fine’

How did you answer?  I bet most of you would go with C…..

Well, this is the quandry I find myself in for tomorrow’s activities of the day.  I know that there isn’t much on the TV to watch, and whilst I’ve got work to do I’ve had enough of it for one week.  So, makes sense to tidy and clean.

*shrugs shoulders*   Can’t be bothered.

Why is it that they make the most mess just before they leave daddy at home alone?  Knowing full well that he will clear it up ready for them to come home and trash it again.

When did I become so domesticated……

Anyway, I suppose I already know the answer to the question posed.  Muggins here will be sweating profusely as he attempts to hoover with Henry and not tread on anymore of those bloody toys.

Well, to all those daddy’s out there who never get invited out and stay at home.  I hope for your sake that the weather doesn’t get too hot.  You MUST hydrate adequately.  Keep the lager in the fridge, it makes it more watery or something……..

Henry Hoover

Decisions, Decisions

Right, you remember me telling you that I live in Government Housing?  Yes?  Well remembered.

Well, I still do but have been posed a rather serious question.  I have been sounded out about the possibility of moving to another house.  Same place, just round the corner.

Yes, I can hear you now.  Huh?  What’s the point in that?

And to some extent, you’d be right in raising those questions.  The reason I haven’t dismissed it completely is, well, it’s new.  It’s newly refurbished.  Completely.

The houses here are not the greatest quality, you’ll be extremely lucky if you had a room that didn’t have mould in it, didn’t have a crack in it, didn’t have anything in need of repair.  Now, we’ve been in our house for nigh on seven years, with both children growing up in it, but it is these children that I am tempted.  Surely in an updated house these factors would have been rectified, giving you a couple of years at least before you have to get the demoulder and bleach out.  Health and safety.

But, it is is two minutes from where we are.  It is a tough decision and I don’t like making decisions!

If you had the same decision what would you do?  Would you stay where you have been for many years or would you move round the corner to a new house?

What to do?

That was the weekend that was:

Dismal.  Productive.  Short.

The weather in this country over the weekend was shocking.  Managed to get a good walk in but that was it. 

We were confined to the house.  But with nothing on the telly, what do you do?  I reliquished my Sky Sports package two weeks before the end of the season so couldn’t even watch the football.

However, I did the productive bit on Saturday morning.

After seven years or so, I finally managed to put all of my boxes up into the loft.  Until now, it had all been stored under the stairs, the one cupboard for storage in the house.  All the stuff from the past moves, all my school books and stuff, and also old toys from my childhood. 

Well it’s all gone.  The cupboard is empty.  A whole box of shredding dealt with (mainly school books and stuff) and a few boxes emptied.  The rest has been safely stored above.

Before you judge me, I can explain.  Seven years is a long time, I agree, but four of those can be accounted for with the reasoning that I didn’t have a big enough ladder.  This past weekend I had to borrow a ladder so that I can get the job done.  The other years I have no excuse (except laziness).

Now, my recent behaviour does beg a question; what is going on?!

In the past couple of weeks, I have tidied the garden, sorted the shed and now sorted the boxes.  I am becoming super domesticated.  Why have I started to become house proud?

Maybe I am doing my stint before I pass on the baton…

Picture courtesy of LaughingSquid.com

Oh, Peppa, maybe I’ll have to like you….

It is amazing.

Somewhere in the world Peppa Pig has done something extraordinary. 

Maybe she’s become Pope and I’ve not heard.  Maybe she’s pregnant.  Maybe she’s turned to crime.  Maybe she’s started using ‘recreational drugs’.

I don’t know, but she’s doing tremendous amounts for blog views.  I am happy to get ten or more views on any day.  But so far today alone, bearing in mind it’s half ten here, I’ve had over a hundred views and it all stems around this bloody pig.

What’s going on? 

It would be nice if people were interested in things I actually have to say, and not merely to pinch the picture from Google, but hey, it inflates my ego for a little while.

But still, I can’t change my mind.  I still don’t like the pink little source of bacon.

Peppa Pig Opinion