This is so late. That's what you get when the Olympics are on so I'll keep it short and sweet. 1lb off. I'll take that. Reckon it should be more next week as will be out on the bike with my son this week.
We are off to the Olympics tomorrow! Really looking forward to it - weightlifting then the Olympic Park which believe it or not you had to buy tickets just to have a wander around with no entry into any of the venues. Buddy is being looked after by a friend (you could only purchase 4 tickets in any event) so hopefully the other two will enjoy the whole Olympic atmosphere.
Right off to watch some more Olympics.
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Sunday, 29 July 2012
My Hips Don't Lie
No they don't and they are aching a little. You see I have been out on my bike recently with my son. He has really got into cycling in a big way after watching the Tour de France and our Olympic hopefuls in the cycling (shame about the men's road race but excellent Silver medal in the women's). He has a new, more grown up cycling hat and the Spiderman themed one has been banished to the shed ready for buddy to wear. I still can't get my 6 year old daughter to have any interest in cycling whatsoever. I need to rectify this very soon. I can't have her not being able to ride a bicycle at age 6 for goodness sake. There's a lovely shiny purple bike in Halfords with her name written all over it.
So, like I said, for a good portion of last week and early this week I have been out cycling for 45 minutes with my son in the evening. He said its his favourite part of the day. At first I was free wheeling behind him on the cycle paths but as time has gone on I am now at full pelt in the highest gear. We have also done a bit on the road and it is imperative that we include some hills (not hard to do as we live in a hilly area) as he "doesn't want to be like Mark Cavendish" i.e roll in just within the elimination time out of the alps. He aspires to be like Bradley Wiggins - an all rounder.
Naturally I am encouraging all of this as it keeps him active and healthy and there's nothing wrong in believing you could be the next Tour de France winner when you're 8 years old. I also benefit by getting an additional amount of exercise which can only be a good thing for my weight loss.
My husband ordered one of those bike rack things that go on your car so we can continue our cycling in France on our jollies.
I did nearly make the local paper when I failed to look both ways when a tram and the drivers bell caught my eye the other night. My son was safely clear and I have to say I still have a bit of peddle power - good job really. How embarrassing - killed by a tram! We did have a discussion about what if and "how would I have got home had you been killed?" I told my son that the police would have taken him home and informed daddy that his wife had been killed by a tram to which we both laughed. I also pointed out that out of the two of us I'd always want to be the chosen one "that's because you're older isn't it?" "Yes and I've had a good 38 years and you're only 8 and we did have a nice ride prior to my untimely death." We both laughed and set off back up the hill home.
That being said I don't have the body of an 8 year old but a 38 year old and after our stage rides my hips do ache a bit. I am thankful though that I can actually ride a bike again. After I had buddy (my 3rd c-section) and maybe during (I think looking back)I have pain in the coccyx region i.e the centre of my bum when I get up from a sitting position. It has improved marginally but ultimately if I sit on the sofa I have to sit side legged which after a while hurts my hips. I find hard seats unbearable to get up from and I even have a special chair (Ikea) for sitting on in the evenings. I don't generally sit down during the day so evenings and car journeys are the most uncomfortable. I have had MRI scans, osteopaths etc - my back is fine, it may be nerve damage it may not. The last person I went to said she thought it was my c-section scar tissue tugging at the coccyx but I'm not so sure. I have little time for osteopaths and the like now. They don't cure you. They do provide you with comfort I suppose - just to have a person that sympathises with your pain is nice but at £40 a pop it is expensive tea and sympathy. I feel it could take years for me to sit without pain or it may never I don't know. I digress.
I was glad of my 'rest day' on Thursday as the kids (buddy remained) went to my parents who then took them away to the seaside in the their caravan. They return tomorrow. It has been very strange,nice but quiet without them. I have managed to get stuff sorted, boxed, ordered photo's, workout, meal out with the hubster (his present finally arrived on Saturday) and generally did all those things that you never have time for. I'm not being smug here - no, I am. I've always thought one child is a piece of piss to look after and thankfully I did realise this when I had my first. It was like old times.
I have debated this week whether or not to have a blog suspension for the month of August. This is because we are away for 2 weeks, my mojo has gone a bit, we are at the Olympics (in addition to my being glued to the telly) on Tuesday and then again in August, the kids are off and it has been a bit sunny. In addition I do appear to be rant free. My sister said "well it won't take me long not to check your blog and how long does a post take for goodness sake?" So I will continue as best I can and certainly will be doing my weigh in - good or bad. I haven't been writing my food diary or even keeping up with my exercise log since the kids have been off.
Be back tomorrow for my weigh in. Night all.
So, like I said, for a good portion of last week and early this week I have been out cycling for 45 minutes with my son in the evening. He said its his favourite part of the day. At first I was free wheeling behind him on the cycle paths but as time has gone on I am now at full pelt in the highest gear. We have also done a bit on the road and it is imperative that we include some hills (not hard to do as we live in a hilly area) as he "doesn't want to be like Mark Cavendish" i.e roll in just within the elimination time out of the alps. He aspires to be like Bradley Wiggins - an all rounder.
Naturally I am encouraging all of this as it keeps him active and healthy and there's nothing wrong in believing you could be the next Tour de France winner when you're 8 years old. I also benefit by getting an additional amount of exercise which can only be a good thing for my weight loss.
My husband ordered one of those bike rack things that go on your car so we can continue our cycling in France on our jollies.
I did nearly make the local paper when I failed to look both ways when a tram and the drivers bell caught my eye the other night. My son was safely clear and I have to say I still have a bit of peddle power - good job really. How embarrassing - killed by a tram! We did have a discussion about what if and "how would I have got home had you been killed?" I told my son that the police would have taken him home and informed daddy that his wife had been killed by a tram to which we both laughed. I also pointed out that out of the two of us I'd always want to be the chosen one "that's because you're older isn't it?" "Yes and I've had a good 38 years and you're only 8 and we did have a nice ride prior to my untimely death." We both laughed and set off back up the hill home.
That being said I don't have the body of an 8 year old but a 38 year old and after our stage rides my hips do ache a bit. I am thankful though that I can actually ride a bike again. After I had buddy (my 3rd c-section) and maybe during (I think looking back)I have pain in the coccyx region i.e the centre of my bum when I get up from a sitting position. It has improved marginally but ultimately if I sit on the sofa I have to sit side legged which after a while hurts my hips. I find hard seats unbearable to get up from and I even have a special chair (Ikea) for sitting on in the evenings. I don't generally sit down during the day so evenings and car journeys are the most uncomfortable. I have had MRI scans, osteopaths etc - my back is fine, it may be nerve damage it may not. The last person I went to said she thought it was my c-section scar tissue tugging at the coccyx but I'm not so sure. I have little time for osteopaths and the like now. They don't cure you. They do provide you with comfort I suppose - just to have a person that sympathises with your pain is nice but at £40 a pop it is expensive tea and sympathy. I feel it could take years for me to sit without pain or it may never I don't know. I digress.
I was glad of my 'rest day' on Thursday as the kids (buddy remained) went to my parents who then took them away to the seaside in the their caravan. They return tomorrow. It has been very strange,nice but quiet without them. I have managed to get stuff sorted, boxed, ordered photo's, workout, meal out with the hubster (his present finally arrived on Saturday) and generally did all those things that you never have time for. I'm not being smug here - no, I am. I've always thought one child is a piece of piss to look after and thankfully I did realise this when I had my first. It was like old times.
I have debated this week whether or not to have a blog suspension for the month of August. This is because we are away for 2 weeks, my mojo has gone a bit, we are at the Olympics (in addition to my being glued to the telly) on Tuesday and then again in August, the kids are off and it has been a bit sunny. In addition I do appear to be rant free. My sister said "well it won't take me long not to check your blog and how long does a post take for goodness sake?" So I will continue as best I can and certainly will be doing my weigh in - good or bad. I haven't been writing my food diary or even keeping up with my exercise log since the kids have been off.
Be back tomorrow for my weigh in. Night all.
Tuesday, 24 July 2012
Happy 3rd Anniversary...
..to us. Yes it was 3 years ago today we tied the knot. Only took him the best part of 9 years and 2 children. The hubster has one failed marriage behind him and 3 other children. Well I say children - 2 are adults now so you can understand his reluctance to do it a second time. Call me old fashioned but I hated having a different surname to the rest of the family. Once when I was booking a flight with my eldest who was 6 months old at the time, after giving our names, the operator asked what my relationship was to the child. On another occasion I was at the local doctors where the receptionist couldn't quite grasp the concept of me collecting a prescription for myself and my daughter and the names being different. Oh the shame, the shame of it!! Then when school started I was being called all sorts of things - Ms (god I hate that term pick one its Miss or Mrs), Mrs followed by my maiden name and so on. Also did you know that when you aren't married you both have to trot down the registry office together? Great fun when you've just had a C-section. So it does make life a lot easier and if you don't have kids get married before you have them. Otherwise you have to think about babysitters for the honeymoon etc etc. There is a reason why things are done in an orderly manner!
But that asides we married because we love each other and still do. He is a wonderful father and a gem of a hubster so I'll keep him for a few more years yet. He always gets me wonderful presents. His present from me is still en route crossing the Atlantic a fact which has not escaped his notice. I've had many a variation on the theme of "did you get a nice present because I didn't". The last one was him singing along to "I need a dollar" by Aloe Blacc and replacing it with "I need a present". Yes this is being firmly placed in the marital ammunition folder.
So its leather for 3 years. Oh er matron! And look what I got. I did showboat on facebook but omitted to mention the make as thought that would be a bit tacky as I'm not really into labels and shit like that but since you ask its Lulu Guinness.........It has leather handles. Its gorgeous. I love it!
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Loved up - hubster will not allow a picture of himself on the blog - he doesn't 'do' any social networking its for 'women' |
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| Our wedding cake I made back in 2009 |
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| The Bag! |
Monday, 23 July 2012
Monday Weigh In
Sorry guys its a stay the same. Worked out 4 x this week and also had some evening bike rides with my son on the back of the wonderful Tour De France. How exciting was that yesterday? So proud of all the British riders and what an achievement by Bradley Wiggins. He seems like such a humble bloke too - very mature for his age. I was sure he was older than 32. My son loved the tour and I would much prefer him to look up to a cyclist than to a footballer any old day.
So not only have I been watching the Tour and trying to fit in workouts but I have also been baking. I made the teachers cupcakes and then I had my BF's husbands 40th birthday cake to make on Friday. Yes the same Friday that the kids were officially off on their jollies. They broke up from school on Thursday. So a LOT of cake.
On Sunday I took my first and second born down to the 40th party. The hubster remained with youngest as his leg is still bad from all his back trouble. We didn't want to risk the car journey - he is in pain when sitting and has taken over my sitting chair. I will blog about my sitting pain at some point - been meaning to do it for ages. Essentially I have pain from getting up from a sitting position since buddy was born 2 years ago.
To top off my lack of weight loss and general mojo loss my husband lost 6lbs in 2 weeks as he has decided to lose a stone prior to our holiday. This will help his back and just so typical of a bloke he will achieve this as that's what blokes do. They say they'll lose weight and that's what happens.
I will lose next week. I am sure I'll lose by tomorrow as the Sunday party food is still in my belly. Off for a mini mini tour on the bike later with my son this can only be a good thing for my weight loss.
Until next week......
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| The Tour de France Cake I made for my friend's husbands 40th |
On Sunday I took my first and second born down to the 40th party. The hubster remained with youngest as his leg is still bad from all his back trouble. We didn't want to risk the car journey - he is in pain when sitting and has taken over my sitting chair. I will blog about my sitting pain at some point - been meaning to do it for ages. Essentially I have pain from getting up from a sitting position since buddy was born 2 years ago.
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| Bradley Wiggins celebrating his massive achievement - picturs FB tour de France page |
To top off my lack of weight loss and general mojo loss my husband lost 6lbs in 2 weeks as he has decided to lose a stone prior to our holiday. This will help his back and just so typical of a bloke he will achieve this as that's what blokes do. They say they'll lose weight and that's what happens.
I will lose next week. I am sure I'll lose by tomorrow as the Sunday party food is still in my belly. Off for a mini mini tour on the bike later with my son this can only be a good thing for my weight loss.
Until next week......
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| Teacher cupcakes - lemon sponge with buttercream and lemon meringue sprinkles |
Tuesday, 17 July 2012
Must Try Harder
Not to post your child's school report on Facebook don't you think? School is nearly out for summer and last week the children all received their primary school reports. I, like many a parent, was very chuffed with my enfants reports and they were rewarded with a Skylander each. I shouldn't have done that. I should have known better and practised what I preach and avoided mindless consumerism at all costs. Shame on me. Buddy also got a little toy.
I don't think we had primary school reports back in the day. Did we? I'm sure we didn't. We also didn't do teachers gifts. Now we do. I make sure ours are homemade and have maximum effort but minimum spend. My husband carved out the name of the Head Teacher in some wood he had knocking around to sit in his new office. The Head was visibly touched by this and we got a lovely thank you card. Last year the kids grew sunflowers from seed and hand decorated a pot. This year I'll be making some fancy cupcakes and pack in an equally fancy box.
I opted out of the 'donation' for the teachers which is doing the rounds in my daughter's year group. The suggested donation was £5-£10. How is that a donation then if you're suggesting an amount or have I missed something here?
There was none of this carry on back in the 1970's or indeed 1980's. Are we better for it? Wasn't life so much more simpler when children only got a present for their birthday and at Christmas.
I digress. Back to Facebook. Yes on the day of the reports coming out there were several gushing "I'm so proud" of X, Y & Z for their excellent report blah blah blah status updates coming through on my news feed. Now I hate to piss on anyones bonfire but I'm pretty sure children don't get a bad school report from primary school. Even if it was it'd be dressed up in such a way it would still look good. One status even said the child had been above national average in every subject which was the same as last year. Oh goodo because everyone cares about other peoples children's academic achievements don't they?
Now I do get it. I do get that people want to show off that their child's achievements and let everyone know they are doing well. Next year people will probably start copying the various comments from the school report for all to see Hell, I nearly succumbed to the showboating and for a split second I thought about putting a top it comment on there. Am I no different? Pot and kettle spring to mind? When my son was chess champion I posted a picture of him clutching the trophy with my very own bragging comments. As ever its about the parents aspirations not the child's. Its about them. They're effectively saying look what I've achieved. A child that is bright.
Thankfully good sense and order prevailed and I didn't follow the crowd. School reports should be a private family matter and not up for bragging fodder. Someone may (unlikely, unlikely) have received a not so pleasing report - do they really need some suck it to you posts in their news feed. I think not.
Ultimately it won't matter a jot if your child's bright or not. Times are going to get harder and harder for our children. I think my generation are possibly the last that had it a bit good. My parents generation had it a lot good. Jobs will be hard to come by and the state of the world is looking very scary and fragile. We will be due a war no doubt or a major epidemic. But lets now dwell on this whilst we have Facebook, Twitter and my very favourite - blogging! All these tools are to keep the working person occupied - bit like when Rome burnt - so they don't question the pointlessness and unfairness of everything. The establishment are quite happy for us all to be on Facebook, Twitter and the like. Its Roman Entertainment people, Roman Entertainment. There will be no revolution whilst we have been given mindless distractions to keep us occupied.
Right I'm off to work out and engage with my son. Did I tell you he's very clever for his age......
I don't think we had primary school reports back in the day. Did we? I'm sure we didn't. We also didn't do teachers gifts. Now we do. I make sure ours are homemade and have maximum effort but minimum spend. My husband carved out the name of the Head Teacher in some wood he had knocking around to sit in his new office. The Head was visibly touched by this and we got a lovely thank you card. Last year the kids grew sunflowers from seed and hand decorated a pot. This year I'll be making some fancy cupcakes and pack in an equally fancy box.
I opted out of the 'donation' for the teachers which is doing the rounds in my daughter's year group. The suggested donation was £5-£10. How is that a donation then if you're suggesting an amount or have I missed something here?
There was none of this carry on back in the 1970's or indeed 1980's. Are we better for it? Wasn't life so much more simpler when children only got a present for their birthday and at Christmas.
I digress. Back to Facebook. Yes on the day of the reports coming out there were several gushing "I'm so proud" of X, Y & Z for their excellent report blah blah blah status updates coming through on my news feed. Now I hate to piss on anyones bonfire but I'm pretty sure children don't get a bad school report from primary school. Even if it was it'd be dressed up in such a way it would still look good. One status even said the child had been above national average in every subject which was the same as last year. Oh goodo because everyone cares about other peoples children's academic achievements don't they?
Now I do get it. I do get that people want to show off that their child's achievements and let everyone know they are doing well. Next year people will probably start copying the various comments from the school report for all to see Hell, I nearly succumbed to the showboating and for a split second I thought about putting a top it comment on there. Am I no different? Pot and kettle spring to mind? When my son was chess champion I posted a picture of him clutching the trophy with my very own bragging comments. As ever its about the parents aspirations not the child's. Its about them. They're effectively saying look what I've achieved. A child that is bright.
Thankfully good sense and order prevailed and I didn't follow the crowd. School reports should be a private family matter and not up for bragging fodder. Someone may (unlikely, unlikely) have received a not so pleasing report - do they really need some suck it to you posts in their news feed. I think not.
Ultimately it won't matter a jot if your child's bright or not. Times are going to get harder and harder for our children. I think my generation are possibly the last that had it a bit good. My parents generation had it a lot good. Jobs will be hard to come by and the state of the world is looking very scary and fragile. We will be due a war no doubt or a major epidemic. But lets now dwell on this whilst we have Facebook, Twitter and my very favourite - blogging! All these tools are to keep the working person occupied - bit like when Rome burnt - so they don't question the pointlessness and unfairness of everything. The establishment are quite happy for us all to be on Facebook, Twitter and the like. Its Roman Entertainment people, Roman Entertainment. There will be no revolution whilst we have been given mindless distractions to keep us occupied.
Right I'm off to work out and engage with my son. Did I tell you he's very clever for his age......
Monday, 16 July 2012
Monday Weigh In
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| Out gaining weight but all in a good cause! With Cath who's rocking her hair piece! |
I don't actually like shopping that much if truth be told. I do most of it on-line but once in a while I do enjoy just having a mosey and its the most enjoyable when you don't actually need to buy anything. I did buy some stuff though including some shorts which will look like hot pants if I don't get my mojo back and quick. My husband has decided to lose a stone to help his back - he's not really overweight and looks fit - so this will be an added bonus and will keep me focused.
I got to my cousins in the afternoon and we chatted and ate cream cake with cups of tea! It was a miserable day weather wise. We then got changed and drove to Cath's where we were staying the night.
Then out with some of the Race for Life team - we raised just under £3,000 and celebrated by necking back wine and eating fabulous French food. I had a bottle of rose by all accounts - this is a major binge for me as I normally have a tiny glass once a week. So its the most I've drunk in years. I had calamari to start and a fabulous fish pie for main. My cousin and I were very drunk and leary - what can I say I don't get out often!
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| Happy days! |
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| Me and my cousin |
Our taxi wasn't there when we exited the cocktail bar but a night bus pulled up so we clambered on board. At this point myself and the cousin were very loud and decided it was a good idea to chant "getting off, getting off, getting off" to anyone that pushed the button. Not content with that we sang "another bites the dust, another bites the dust" whilst waving at the bemused passenger. They all enjoyed it though and it was a jolly bus ride alright. So much so the driver tooted us when we departed. I'm not sure I could have got away with this carry on in my home town - would probably been stabbed or something but this was the leafy well to do surburbs my friends.
So what of this week. I have teacher cakes to make on Wednesday, schools out for summer on Thursday and Friday I have a very special 40th birthday cake to make. I will post pictures later.
Until next time...
Thursday, 12 July 2012
El Tash!
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Has anyone ever seen this film from start to finish? Its on my bucket list |
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| Modern day Jesus? |
We will be invited to the consultation process in the Autumn - that's good of them.
In a nutshell our school used to be crap. My son started a year after the new head arrived. The school got better and better and now it is the perceived excellent school. Although the last Ofsted was 'good' (2008) I'm pretty sure it would now be 'very good' or 'outstanding'. The Head Teacher is now leaving. The Deputy Head has been promoted. There are about 4 primary schools within a mile of our school - 1 satisfactory, 2 good and 1 outstanding.
So parents filled in what they want rather than what is realistic and got the school one mile up the road (good school but big 90 intake) and others beside. Now don't get me wrong I am sure some put our school top and live right next door. These parents naturally appealed. I don't blame these parents. If I lived next door I would do exactly the same.
So this has created the hurried 'bulge' classroom. Now if the school one mile up the road was 'outstanding' then it would only be one mile but as it isn't it is ONE mile away! Way too far because everyone is lazy and even when they do live a stones through they still drive. So you haven't got a cat in hells chance of them walking a paltry one mile have you? We are a victim of our own success.
We have heard a state of the art hut may arrive on our field which will house these reception kiddies that will miss out on 4 months schooling. The knock on effect is that they're all staying on at pre-school meaning pre-schoolers are having to wait to go to pre-school. Its one big cock up.
Now there are huts already on our field - one is used for cooking, one is the PTA's and one is for Year 4. Lets call it the festering hut as by all accounts its freezing in the winter, boiling in the summer and I overheard the dinner lady say "kids have wet themselves in there!" Toilets are in the main hall by the way. Someone, quite rightly said, "what about our kids in the crap hut?" What indeed.
My husband was in fits of laughter after I told him "kids have wet themselves in there and everything!" He said bloody hell when I was at school all the classrooms were prefab huts and ours wasn't even in the school grounds. They were 10 metres from the old Victorian small school and it couldn't accommodate all the kids. He's old what can I say. Not only that they had to cross over a main road to get to the bloody thing. "I never pissed myself!" Okay maybe Year 4 aren't so hard up after all.
Now the ideologists say, well every child has the right to a good eduction. Correct. If you live next door you should get in. Correct. In this case the kids aren't going to get a bad eduction up the road and I think distance is a bit of a red herring. There are about 5 different sets of criteria before the distance is up for grabs. We didn't make the rules. Not everyone lives a stone throw either - parents have turned down a place up the road for a place in the bulge class. Is that fair? I don't know. Its all getting a bit blurred.
So what of this 'revolutionary' campaign you speak of El Cid? We set up a facebook page, the local paper has been sniffing around and many a letter has been written but as yet no replies not even a 'basic shit' holding letter.
During my time as moderator, gee em up, bolshy, I'll take on anyone type (I don't take to kindly to underhand tactics and even if I were to agree to this they need a lesson in basic management) I've come to realise that there are various types when it comes to complaining. This is not the definitive list so feel free to add to it:-
Apathetic (there's a clue in the word here)
The "its all a load of bollocks, they've agreed it, what can we do?" This is normally uttered by the parent that lives in the 'bad' area and got in to the 'good' school but that's where the contribution ends. They want the school to sort out their piss poor parenting skills and you wonder why they didn't just opt for their school which isn't a 10 minute drive away. By and large I find these types less of pain than the next one as the next lot should know better.
The Worried Well
These types are much like the above and are all a bit pathetic. They live in the area but the poshest part, are normally well educated, have high aspirations for their child, can't afford private fees, raving Tory, have the attitude that nothing will ever change, has their child on the 'outstanding' school waiting list, moans a lot but doesn't actually contribute by helping. They just tell the next types I will speak of what they should be doing and feel they're above us all. When something like this happens they then enter the fold and appear all condescending. They are the educated ones after all. For me these types are worse than the apathetic types by far.
The Hard Core
The ones that consider themselves normal, scary, bolshy, on the PTA or help regularly say "why do people do this? Its for the school" and can never understand numbers 1 & 2 above. They are at the core of the school and community whether you like it or not. They know everything that is going on. I am in this group - its preferable to the other groups. Don't get me wrong people can piss me off within this group but I'd rather be in amongst this lot than the others. A bit like when a Jehovah Witness knocks on your door - I've nothing against them they want to save you but I'd rather go to hell with the majority if you don't mind. Some may say we're clicky but fuck em.
The Outsider/The Follower
These are a nice, harmless bunch on the fringes. They don't get too involved with stuff and do their bit to help out. They are just about holding it together - to get the child to school on time, keeping up with bookbags etc. They haven't got time for this shit - school that is. They need a little shove to get them to do what the Hard Core want them to do and are generally obliging. You can spot them a mile off. They are the ones who come up a week later and say "no, really?" "they want to do that?" Or "we'd better do something before they get ideas in their head" normally at this point the 2 form probably started a year ago.
I've also noticed people go through a range of emotions bit like a break up during a campaign:-
Anger
Fight
How/Why/Questions a WHOLE lot of Questions
Organising
Accepting Defeat (one week in)
Doubt
Calming down
Waiting
People were very much "oh we can't change the bulge lets just concentrate on the 2 form entry" especially if it didn't affect them too much. I hate shit like this. I want to scream "PEOPLE OVERTURN GOVERNMENTS AND YOU LOT HAVEN'T THE STOMACH TO FIGHT THE LOCAL COUNCIL - MAN THE FUCK UP?!" Sorry for the excess swearing on this one but I use it to add to my stories not because I'm generally potty mouthed. We've all been indoctrinated. The last time people really protested and rose up was when the Poll Tax was introduced now called the Council Tax.
Nothing would change in the world ever if we have that attitude but us Brits don't do protesting. I think that's why I like the French so much. Whilst they do like rules and regulations, when the big shit hits the fan they're having none of it. We don't like to upset anyone or appear to be unreasonable. if you're protesting about something someone will get upset. Get over it. People say what they think and then back track in case they get into trouble.
Here are some of the protest quotes that I put on our facebook page to gee em up. Which it did. But now they're all a little fatigued and "can't be doing with this shit!"
"Be realistic, demand the impossible" - Che Guevara
Monday, 9 July 2012
Monday Weigh In
Well, well, well it looks like I have returned to October 2011 when I started this blog. By that I mean maintaining my weight by exercising and not watching what I'm eating. I am the same weight as last week. I'm pretty good at this maintaining malarkey aren't I?
I had a shit week last week. Husband did get better by Thursday and gingerly went into work on the Friday. I did stay away from eating anything Frazzle related but on Saturday and Sunday celebrated his return to the family fold by eating quite a few hero chocolates. He keeps doing that, coming back from the paper shop, not only with the papers but with a box of Hero's. I think its this weather. If he could he'd try and get away with that SAD syndrome - you know that seasonal disorder bollocks. I tell him to man up and he's not aloud to be depressed due to the weather. In fact in this household you're allowed about 2 days to be 'depressed' and then you are promptly told to snap out of it. It works for us.
So exercise wise I, yet again, completed 3 gruelling workouts. My legs have definitely reduced. I appear to be visibly (well to me) less wider and my jeans hang a bit better. I ordered a pair of linen (every fat women's friend) navy shorts from Next in size 16 - they do up and don't look half bad. I still have just over a month for them to look a quarter bad. Last year I'm pretty sure they wouldn't have got over my thigh let alone my big butt.
Saturday I did the boot camp work out on Your Shape - my face was so red it was about to self destruct. And just when I thought I was going to write a blog post along the lines of "I can do light and fluffy don't you know" then a campaign starts at the school.
I will write a piece about this later and it won't be light and fluffy and I soooo wanted to dip my toe out of my natural rant status. Essentially the school board of governors agreed to a 'bulge' classroom in January 2013 and they want to be a 2 form entry. For those of you who haven't a clue what that means - at the moment you have one class of 30 children enter the school. They want to change that to 60 children every year doubling the size of the school.
Today I woke with the worst headache imaginable. Remember the New Year's Day type headaches pre-children? Yes that. I don't think it was all the school crap and husband's injury - I think it was the handfuls of chocolates I had at the weekend, the too big homemade pizza I made and the large portion of spag bol I ate. That will teach me won't it.
Oh another tip - if I haven't lost your dieting respect - is plan to workout 5 times a week. I always plan to do this. It never happens. But it does mean you manage to work out 3 times a week at the very least and that's still a good thing.
Until next week...
I had a shit week last week. Husband did get better by Thursday and gingerly went into work on the Friday. I did stay away from eating anything Frazzle related but on Saturday and Sunday celebrated his return to the family fold by eating quite a few hero chocolates. He keeps doing that, coming back from the paper shop, not only with the papers but with a box of Hero's. I think its this weather. If he could he'd try and get away with that SAD syndrome - you know that seasonal disorder bollocks. I tell him to man up and he's not aloud to be depressed due to the weather. In fact in this household you're allowed about 2 days to be 'depressed' and then you are promptly told to snap out of it. It works for us.
So exercise wise I, yet again, completed 3 gruelling workouts. My legs have definitely reduced. I appear to be visibly (well to me) less wider and my jeans hang a bit better. I ordered a pair of linen (every fat women's friend) navy shorts from Next in size 16 - they do up and don't look half bad. I still have just over a month for them to look a quarter bad. Last year I'm pretty sure they wouldn't have got over my thigh let alone my big butt.
Saturday I did the boot camp work out on Your Shape - my face was so red it was about to self destruct. And just when I thought I was going to write a blog post along the lines of "I can do light and fluffy don't you know" then a campaign starts at the school.
I will write a piece about this later and it won't be light and fluffy and I soooo wanted to dip my toe out of my natural rant status. Essentially the school board of governors agreed to a 'bulge' classroom in January 2013 and they want to be a 2 form entry. For those of you who haven't a clue what that means - at the moment you have one class of 30 children enter the school. They want to change that to 60 children every year doubling the size of the school.
Today I woke with the worst headache imaginable. Remember the New Year's Day type headaches pre-children? Yes that. I don't think it was all the school crap and husband's injury - I think it was the handfuls of chocolates I had at the weekend, the too big homemade pizza I made and the large portion of spag bol I ate. That will teach me won't it.
Oh another tip - if I haven't lost your dieting respect - is plan to workout 5 times a week. I always plan to do this. It never happens. But it does mean you manage to work out 3 times a week at the very least and that's still a good thing.
Until next week...
Wednesday, 4 July 2012
The Modern Day Mother
The other day I got a tweeting with a fellow mum blogger about teenagers and children in general. I half joked and posed the question "what is the point of a teenager?" That's a tricky one. I don't quite know. To get from A to B with varying degrees of grief imposed on innocent parties that surround them? Yes this is the conclusion that I have come to.
Everyone has been a teenager and I am pretty sure we, at some stage, gave innocent members of society a hard time. Depending on what kind of teenager you were i.e rebel without a cause or rebel with a cause - the degree of hard time you dished out to others would vary. They way you behave as a teenager is accepted because "you're a teenager". You can get away with it. Further down the line you will just be considered a wanker.
I accept life is different for the modern day teenager. Internet being at the top of the list. Everyone has to be academic. Encouraging all our teenagers to stay on at school and get a degree in anything hides the youth unemployment figures for that bit longer.
So what of the modern day mother? What's her part in all of this? The modern day mother is also consumed with the internet. She blogs, tweets, updates her 'status' and is surgically attached to her mobile phone whilst casting an eye up to check on the kids. Its cool to treat motherhood as a big chore. Tales of what lie you've told your kids, what you haven't done with them and what you have done for yourself are celebrated. We are are more self-absorbed then ever before. Its fashionable to have issues. Hell its celebrated. What you're happy? You're not depressed? You don't hate motherhood? Well you're a bit strange then. I am so tired of twitter at the moment its full of this shit. These blogs are rife and some just resemble The Truman Show.
I can't help thinking that maybe the pampered children coming up through the ranks and today's teenagers are a by product of the modern day mother. In the 1970's we didn't have everything and maybe we want to give our children stuff we didn't have. So they have got used to getting what they want. Minimum effort for maximum return.They are driven to every 30 minute club going. I refuse to do lots of clubs. This isn't spending time with your kids - sitting and watching someone teach them something before getting back in the car. A lot of the time its about the mother's aspirations rather than the child's. Everything is laid out before them. They don't need to think too much. So is it any wonder they struggle to do anything for themselves? I think Internet is to blame but I think my generation of mothers also have a lot to answer for.
Today Mumsnet were celebrating their blogging one year anniversary of which you can find my blog. It was all about how bloggers are changing the world. Enter the feminists and one in particular who was celebrating the fact that she had made Hamley's re-think how they positioned their toys. Yes, she changed the world by getting them to integrate the boys and girls toys as we don't need them to be gender specific. I'm going to swear. For fucks sake. Has she seen the world lately? This is progress? Really? Now all the parents have to wander around like headless chickens to find the toy for their not gender neutral boy or girl. That's not the point - yeah you've made a statement alright. That all is wrong with the world. There are people who have nothing to eat on a daily basis but thank goodness the toys in Hamley's are all mixed up. If you're going to blog for the 'good' do it for some fucking good will you. We are not gender neutral we are different. Accept it. Get over it. Bog off feminists you are a pain in the arse and that's why everything is screwed up.
I could go on but I am too tired. I haven't had a great day. Only got 2 hours sleep last night as I was worried about my husband's back. He's a bit better today but he will be off for the week. We may even have to re-think his entire job and we may have to cancel our holiday in August. We have to pay the balance by Saturday. To top it all I managed to slam my head in the car door today! How can that be possible? I don't know but it bloody hurt. I'm not co-ordinated when I'm sleepy. I did not exercise and I did not take the kids swimming.
Tomorrow will be a better and my spell check now works.
Everyone has been a teenager and I am pretty sure we, at some stage, gave innocent members of society a hard time. Depending on what kind of teenager you were i.e rebel without a cause or rebel with a cause - the degree of hard time you dished out to others would vary. They way you behave as a teenager is accepted because "you're a teenager". You can get away with it. Further down the line you will just be considered a wanker.
I accept life is different for the modern day teenager. Internet being at the top of the list. Everyone has to be academic. Encouraging all our teenagers to stay on at school and get a degree in anything hides the youth unemployment figures for that bit longer.
So what of the modern day mother? What's her part in all of this? The modern day mother is also consumed with the internet. She blogs, tweets, updates her 'status' and is surgically attached to her mobile phone whilst casting an eye up to check on the kids. Its cool to treat motherhood as a big chore. Tales of what lie you've told your kids, what you haven't done with them and what you have done for yourself are celebrated. We are are more self-absorbed then ever before. Its fashionable to have issues. Hell its celebrated. What you're happy? You're not depressed? You don't hate motherhood? Well you're a bit strange then. I am so tired of twitter at the moment its full of this shit. These blogs are rife and some just resemble The Truman Show.
I can't help thinking that maybe the pampered children coming up through the ranks and today's teenagers are a by product of the modern day mother. In the 1970's we didn't have everything and maybe we want to give our children stuff we didn't have. So they have got used to getting what they want. Minimum effort for maximum return.They are driven to every 30 minute club going. I refuse to do lots of clubs. This isn't spending time with your kids - sitting and watching someone teach them something before getting back in the car. A lot of the time its about the mother's aspirations rather than the child's. Everything is laid out before them. They don't need to think too much. So is it any wonder they struggle to do anything for themselves? I think Internet is to blame but I think my generation of mothers also have a lot to answer for.
Today Mumsnet were celebrating their blogging one year anniversary of which you can find my blog. It was all about how bloggers are changing the world. Enter the feminists and one in particular who was celebrating the fact that she had made Hamley's re-think how they positioned their toys. Yes, she changed the world by getting them to integrate the boys and girls toys as we don't need them to be gender specific. I'm going to swear. For fucks sake. Has she seen the world lately? This is progress? Really? Now all the parents have to wander around like headless chickens to find the toy for their not gender neutral boy or girl. That's not the point - yeah you've made a statement alright. That all is wrong with the world. There are people who have nothing to eat on a daily basis but thank goodness the toys in Hamley's are all mixed up. If you're going to blog for the 'good' do it for some fucking good will you. We are not gender neutral we are different. Accept it. Get over it. Bog off feminists you are a pain in the arse and that's why everything is screwed up.
I could go on but I am too tired. I haven't had a great day. Only got 2 hours sleep last night as I was worried about my husband's back. He's a bit better today but he will be off for the week. We may even have to re-think his entire job and we may have to cancel our holiday in August. We have to pay the balance by Saturday. To top it all I managed to slam my head in the car door today! How can that be possible? I don't know but it bloody hurt. I'm not co-ordinated when I'm sleepy. I did not exercise and I did not take the kids swimming.
Tomorrow will be a better and my spell check now works.
Monday, 2 July 2012
Monday Weigh In
Phew it nearly was Tuesday weigh in with the day I've had. Well last night (Sunday) I was the same but I never got a chance to weigh myself today and I'm not doing it now as it'll probably be higher. So I will take yesterday's reading which was 0 lb.
I worked out 3 x last week. I love the Your Shape game I don't know if I've already said that but I'll say it again - its fantastic. The boot camp is brutal and I can pick and choose workouts. On Saturday I did the warm up, two of the boot camp routines and two of the ab routines - about 40 minutes in total. I would have liked to have worked out more I'm sure there was a time when I was working out 4/5 x a week but recently that's the best I can make time for. I really have noticed a difference in my legs but its my tummy that needs to go.
So why no weight loss? Well as anyone that has followed this blog knows, asides from when I was getting about 3 hours sleep a night, I have discovered that the biggest reason for me not losing weight in the week is stressy worry - its the only way I can describe it. I don't outwardly appear to be stressed or indeed feel it but I do worry.
My husband put his back out again last week. He does a very physical job and had been ripping out concrete on Monday. I have told him to get the younger chap who works with him to do it but he likes to lead by example. You may remember the very reason I started this blog back in October was when I put on 5lbs when he put it out good and proper and an ambulance was called. Since that time we've had about 3 more episodes whereby he has had to take a week off work. This isn't ideal as he's self-employed. Anyhow, I took my daughter to a party yesterday and the husband lay flat on the sofa all day long.
So Thursday evening I had some Twiglets (a bit better than my normal Frazzle tipple - which I haven't touched since February) and over the weekend I had a cookie and a few Celebrations. Nothing major, major but enough to prevent me losing weight this week.
This morning he tried to go into work but the pain is now down the front of his thigh - nerve damage. I was surprised when he requested a doctors appointment. Normally he just dismisses talk of the doctor. I told him to insist on an MRI scan and eye ball the doctor until he agreed. The doctor did try and pull the physio number on him but my husband did as he was told and held out until they said they would arrange an MRI scan. It could be an 8 week wait but at least he's in the system.
He had a disc removed in his twenties and we think its been pushed out and touching the nerves. On top of this my son decided to walk home from school on his own today. His after school club had been cancelled but I didn't see the text. So I collected my daughter and we were taking our shoes off when there's a knock on the door - my son's face is peering through the window!
He saw that the club was cancelled and thought he'd catch me up - luckily our house is only a 3/4 minute walk away and whilst there is a very busy road to cross he is well able to wait for the green man. Still, it was more the thought of him being snatched - he did say he ran and whilst he was pleased with himself he was also a bit teary.
So on a positive note I haven't sat here eating whilst the hubster is in pain upstairs. That's progress for you. Hopefully his pain may be less tomorrow although non of the pain killers have worked thus far.
Wish me a productive and worry free week! Until next time...
p.s my spell check doesn't work on blogger - any ideas as to why not?
I worked out 3 x last week. I love the Your Shape game I don't know if I've already said that but I'll say it again - its fantastic. The boot camp is brutal and I can pick and choose workouts. On Saturday I did the warm up, two of the boot camp routines and two of the ab routines - about 40 minutes in total. I would have liked to have worked out more I'm sure there was a time when I was working out 4/5 x a week but recently that's the best I can make time for. I really have noticed a difference in my legs but its my tummy that needs to go.
So why no weight loss? Well as anyone that has followed this blog knows, asides from when I was getting about 3 hours sleep a night, I have discovered that the biggest reason for me not losing weight in the week is stressy worry - its the only way I can describe it. I don't outwardly appear to be stressed or indeed feel it but I do worry.
My husband put his back out again last week. He does a very physical job and had been ripping out concrete on Monday. I have told him to get the younger chap who works with him to do it but he likes to lead by example. You may remember the very reason I started this blog back in October was when I put on 5lbs when he put it out good and proper and an ambulance was called. Since that time we've had about 3 more episodes whereby he has had to take a week off work. This isn't ideal as he's self-employed. Anyhow, I took my daughter to a party yesterday and the husband lay flat on the sofa all day long.
So Thursday evening I had some Twiglets (a bit better than my normal Frazzle tipple - which I haven't touched since February) and over the weekend I had a cookie and a few Celebrations. Nothing major, major but enough to prevent me losing weight this week.
This morning he tried to go into work but the pain is now down the front of his thigh - nerve damage. I was surprised when he requested a doctors appointment. Normally he just dismisses talk of the doctor. I told him to insist on an MRI scan and eye ball the doctor until he agreed. The doctor did try and pull the physio number on him but my husband did as he was told and held out until they said they would arrange an MRI scan. It could be an 8 week wait but at least he's in the system.
He had a disc removed in his twenties and we think its been pushed out and touching the nerves. On top of this my son decided to walk home from school on his own today. His after school club had been cancelled but I didn't see the text. So I collected my daughter and we were taking our shoes off when there's a knock on the door - my son's face is peering through the window!
He saw that the club was cancelled and thought he'd catch me up - luckily our house is only a 3/4 minute walk away and whilst there is a very busy road to cross he is well able to wait for the green man. Still, it was more the thought of him being snatched - he did say he ran and whilst he was pleased with himself he was also a bit teary.
So on a positive note I haven't sat here eating whilst the hubster is in pain upstairs. That's progress for you. Hopefully his pain may be less tomorrow although non of the pain killers have worked thus far.
Wish me a productive and worry free week! Until next time...
p.s my spell check doesn't work on blogger - any ideas as to why not?
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