Happy Friday! It’s a beautiful sunny day outside so I’m off to clean out the chickens: Lucy, my original Wyandotte (the only one who turned out to be female) and our new chook, Lily, who was a replacement for all the boys and who, incidentally, has started producing eggs finally! YAY!
In other news, my lovely friend Kerry reckons that you can tell whether someone’s either a knob or someone you could have a pint with from this simple Q&A session based on the questions in the Grauniad’s Weekend Magazine. I do hope I don’t come out in the ‘knob’ category..
Which living person do you most admire, and why?
My sister in law, Laura. She is kind, gentle, genuine, easy to talk to and has the most wickedly naughty sense of humour. I don’t know anyone that doesn’t love her to bits. She manages to find the filthiest birthday cards of anyone I’ve ever met, too.
When were you happiest
Lying by the pool in Mexico watching my children messing in the pool, Mojito in hand and my hubby snoozing on the next sunbed.
What was your most embarrassing moment?
I used to work in a police control room. I once farted on the night shift when everything was deadly quiet. Mortified.
Aside from property, what’s the most expensive thing you’ve bought?
A Raymond Weil watch for my husband’s 40th (the family chipped in, but it was still the most expensive thing I’ve ever handed over money for).
What is your most treasured possession?
My children, if I’m allowed to call them possessions? They are funny, independent, feisty, exasperating and wonderful, all at once. Other than that, my engagement ring, which belonged to my husband’s grandmother.
Where would you like to live?
Wherever my family are, but given recent events, my ideal location would be the home counties.
What’s your favourite smell?
Just one? Never. Lilies, fresh bread, green grass, chocolate cake, hot sand, Palmer’s Cocoa Butter, Johnson’s baby talc, Gorse and Bounty bars.
Who would play you in the film of your life?
You’d have to ask Liz. There’s some actress that she reckons looks exactly like me. Can’t think of her name though… Elizabeth someone?
What is your favourite book?
Changes all the time. At the moment, I’d go… cookbook: ‘Cakes’ by Pam Corbin is sublime. Normal book? Probably ’Under the Tuscan Sun’ by Frances Mayes.
What is your most unappealing habit?
I’m rather shouty and excitable, I’m told. When I was little, I began to wonder if my name was actually ‘shush’.
What would be your fancy dress costume of choice?
I have a choice? Good. I’ll stay at home. I hate parties.
What is your earliest memory?
Wearing a red dress with cherries embroidered on it
What is your guiltiest pleasure?
Gin. In all its forms, but ultimately Sipsmith, with Schweppes slimline tonic, lots of ice and a slice of lemon.
What do you owe your parents?
I owe them everything: from my ability to spell and understand basic grammar, to my absolute lack of any kind of financial understanding to writing thank you letters and saying please and thank you. Everything that make me, well, me. Plus several thousand quid in loaned dosh over the years that I never paid back.
To whom would you most like to say sorry, and why?
I’ve said my sorries (sorrys?) as I went along, but to my Mum, for being the most revolting teenager. To my Dad for answering back to practically everything he’s ever said to me. To my husband for scratching the car then saying it wasn’t me.
What or who is the greatest love of your life?
What does love feel like?
Warm sun on a Mexican poolside.
What was the best kiss of your life?
I don’t know about the best, but the most memorable was the kiss at our wedding blessing on our 15th anniversary. Surrounded by our family and friends – everyone clapped and cheered. I felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest, I was that happy.
Which words or phrases do you most overuse?
‘Ooh’. I’m a terrible ‘ooh’er. And ‘shit’. I’ve an appalling potty mouth, too.
What is the worst job you’ve done?
How much time have you got? I’ve been a secretary, an apprentice hairdresser (for about a week), worked in a shop, cooked in a pub, temped in about a million places… Probably for sheer subject matter, and occasional horror, the worst was the police. However, it was also the most exciting and fulfilling too. Go figure.
If you could edit your past, what would you change?
My first marriage. Idiotically young and criminally expensive for my poor parents. It didn’t last a year.
What is the closest you’ve come to death?
As far as I know I’ve always been very lucky – never even broken a bone. Of course, I could have unwittingly just stepped aside as a fridge fell from a tall building behind me, or bent to pick up a coin just as a stray bullet whistled past my head… but I guess I’ll ever know.
What do you consider your greatest achievement?
Apart from having my children, which was hardly an ‘achievement’, I’d say this blog. It has taken me to amazing places, brought me incredible opportunities and created life long friendships. I’m very proud of it.
When did you last cry, and why?
Reading an email from my Mum when she said ‘no-one has ever, or ever will, criticise you while I stand!! Go with your heart‘. I blubbed like a girl.
How do you relax?
There’s generally gin involved… and cake.
What single thing would improve the quality of your life?
Having all my family in one place.
What is the most important lesson life has taught you?
Don’t write it down. If you’re angry or upset, don’t write it. Talk to the person face to face. The written word can come back to haunt you.
Tag you’re it!
How thoughtful. I just got this lovely award from both the lovely Rosie ‘I shook hands with Eric Clapton’ Scribble and Linda ‘I want to sit on Shane Richie’ Jones from You’ve Got Your Hands Full. In return I have to share seven lesser-known facts about myself for your delectation.
Obviously, because I’ve been blogging since the dawn of creation, and have a terribly bad habit of ‘oversharing’ my most toe-curlingly personal information, there’s probably very little you don’t know about me already. But I’ll try to come up with something original. Here goes:
And that’s it. As I clutter up my fellow bloggers’ websites enough already, I shan’t be passing this tag/meme/challenge thing on, but should you wish to divulge something fascinating and/or shocking in the comments, it would be ridiculously entertaining. Over to you, then.
The lovely Jennifer, Lifestyle Editor of the Times Online and writer of The TimesOnline’s fabulous blog AlphaMummy has challenged me to reveal a deep, dark memory from my past.
Of course, most of my earliest memories are food-related: baking with my Mum in our shiny, lime green melamine kitchen (it’s probably come back into fashion now!): pushing the buttons on the Kenwood Chef, butterfly fairy cakes with fluffy buttercream icing, bubbly honeycomb (fabulous, fizzy magic!), real custard, the ginger biscuit and cream cake, whisking thick creamy batter for toad in the hole, fabulous frittata stuffed with sliced potatoes, crispy bacon and topped with golden, bubbling cheese…
I also remember spending happy hours helping her with the cricket teas: spreading butter (real butter, mind, none of that margarine stuff) on malt loaf and mashing up boiled eggs with salad cream for egg and cress sandwiches - being picked to take the orange squash out to the players on a hot day (what an honour!)….
It looks like I loved the kitchen so much I didn’t ever want to leave:
Happily, all my memories are pretty good. So sorry, Jennifer, I haven’t got any really deep dark ones. Unless, of course, you count…
Working that handbag, though, girl.
So I finally got tagged in Tara Cain’s ‘favourite photo meme’. I was beginning to feel like Norma-no-mates as blogger after blogger got tagged (no, Tara, I’m not bitter…). Finally, though, the fabulous, 51% Linda from Got Your Hands Full and the lovely Zoe over at Diary of a Surprise Mum took pity on me and challenged me to publish my favourite photo…
And actually, I’ve cheated a bit as there are two. The first is a picture of my firstborn, the wondrous Mad Professor, giving his beloved Grandad a piece of his mind, as usual. I love the look on his face (it’s obviously a good story), and you can see that my Dad’s smiling as he’s listens to his Grandson waffling on. Magical.
Second up is my favourite photo of The Death Wish Child. He’s on a very windy beach in Lanzarote. I’m not sure why I love it so much, but I love his scrunched up little smile and his funky denim hat:
And lastly, here’s my absolute favourite song. Hubby has it on his laptop, my rockin’, Slipknot loving #1 has this on his phone, as does funky, Chipmunk loving son #2. It’s a proper family favourite:
Right then, back to some good ol’ fashioned fattening stuff. So fellow Cavan-dweller, the scrumptious Jelly Monster, has tagged me. I’m not really into memes and stuff, but this one’s so food-related it’s practically got my name on. Here goes, then:
Brownies! There’s always a stash of some sort of brownie here at English Towers. My current favourite are rum and raisin (‘specially made for English Grandma’s birthday), peanut butter and dark chocolate, or the ridiculously indulgent double chocolate cookie dough brownie:
Stranded? On a desert island? I wouldn’t want food, I’d want a lifetime’s supply of barbecue coals and a nice Weber. Oh and a nice young man to get the fish out of the sea because I don’t think I can actually fish. And maybe some dill. Or fennel. Okay, I’ll shut up now.
Cakey buns! Anything with loads of sugar and chocolate and cream and gazillions of calories. Of course I make normal food too, but I don’t really advertise the fact.
4. It’s Friday night, you don’t know what to cook. You opt for?
Risotto. It’s our staple ‘what shall we have tonight?’ food at English Towers. There’s always Parmesan in the fridge, herbs in the garden, risotto rice and stock cubes in the cupboard and generally some other old leftover chicken or mushrooms in the fridge to bung in.
Cheese. Give me a lovely chunk of Wexford Cheddar with some ome crusty bread and a glass of wine, or a golden bubbling welsh rarebit… and I’m a happy hedgehog.
I’m not a big shellfish eater. I don’t mind the odd mussel or prawn, but I’m not big into oysters or clams. I don’t think there’s anything I really dislike, but I’d probably choose something else given the choice. Although the hand harvested Maine scallops with a pea, Pecorino, basil and mascarpone laced risotto at The Flying Fish Café at Walt Disney World were pretty darned lush (extra triffids too):
Nice glass of white wine. A Chablis or a Sauvignon Blanc please, extra cold. Or maybe a frozen watermelon daiquiri. Or Champagne if I’m really celebrating.
Our farewell dinner at Citricos at The Grand Floridian, Walt Disney World, Florida was probably the best meal I’ve ever had. My main course of braised short ribs (lusciously falling off the bone) with vanilla parsnip purée, sautéed mustard greens and blood orange demi-glace was just amazing.
Probably Indian. I’d eat it much more often if there was a decent Indian restaurant nearby. Apart from that, I’d have to be contentious here and say junk. For an occasional treat, I can’t think of anything I’d rather eat than a big fat burger from Eddie Rockets, or a huge pizza with everything on from Pizza Express. Slurp.
What, my ‘last meal on the planet’ type favourite? It would have to be chicken korma, pilau rice, peshwari naan and that yummy spinach and potato curry. Ooh, I’m salivating just thinking about it!
I’d love to go to Matt Tebbutt’s The Foxhunter (the wondrous Sarah from Disney is a friend of Matt’s and STILL hasn’t arranged me a table. Tsk, some friend she is). I’ve always wanted to go to the Fat Duck too. Closer to home I love The Forge in Kells, County Meath (review – with pics! – coming up very soon),or Eatzen in Ashbourne.
Salad, probably. Although it would have to be a nice warm one with some chicken or maybe a Caesar.
Sit down. You can’t beat the ceremony of going out to eat somewhere really nice.
Probably last year’s Christmas dinner for 10. We had the best time and the turkey turned out really well.
Well, I’m certainly a food obsessive. I’m probably an okay home cook. (Note to Matt Tebbutt: don’t let me loose in a restaurant kitchen though).
Matt Tebbutt. Love his style of cooking (and he’s rather easy on the eye too).
God yes, I can name loads. Don’t get me started.
Eh? Home made every time. Although I’m not sure what home made from a box is anyway.
I’ll throw this out to you lot. Answer one, answer them all, put it on Facebook, or just ignore me. See if I care.
So this is a good one. I got tagged by Jane at Foodzilla over in Michigan (I know! I’m feeling all international and cosmopolitan now) to tell her six unimportant things that I love. Actually, this is more difficult than it seems as every time I thought of something it occurred to me that it really was quite important after all. Still, I managed, so here goes:
1. My doggit. Yeh, okay, so he’s just a dog. Most Irish people think we’re mental for a) having a ‘working’ dog as a pet and b) having him living in the house! But he’s the softest, silliest, and most adoring fella you could ask for. He’s immaculately clean in the house (even after a marathon 8 hour shopping trip to the north – bladder of an elephant, that one), incredibly gentle and sweet natured and he just loves us all to bits (slightly annoying having a lanky, furry lesion attached to your leg at all times but hey). Okay so retired greyhounds are ten a penny, but still, we love him.
2. My garden hearts: Hubby’s a man of few words, but he does occasionally surprise me with a nice little gesture when he’s mowing one of the lawns. I love looking out of a window and finding this:
Sometimes it’s not all about words.
3. Great ingredients. I love using real butter, free-range eggs and lovely fresh, Irish produce. There’s a great fruit & veg wholesaler local to us and I’ll often be found there picking up tons of great quality fresh stuff (they do local duck eggs too) and planning menus in my head. The great butcher at Sheelin has a little white-board up where he writes ‘this week’s lambs came from…’ and the name of the local producer. His meat is amazing. Unimportant, but it makes me happy.
4. Forward planning. I’m a bit obsessive about stuff, and nothing makes me happier than having something to look forward to. Obviously our forthcoming wedding blessing is occupying a lot of my time at the moment, and a swift search of English Towers will see me ensconsed with my notebook and a couple of magazines, daydreaming and planning about table flowers, menus, dresses… you name it.
5. My garden. I’m a novice gardener and kill as many things as I nurture, but I’m really enjoying learning all about it and our dinner yesterday featured home-grown new potatoes and baby carrots, which I served up with a certain amount of pride.
6. Our little community. It’s only when I hear people talk about ‘school runs’ and Tesco delivery that I realise quite how rural we really are. There is no school gate ‘Mommy mafia’ at the little school here, as the children that aren’t within walking distance are all picked up and dropped off by bus, such is the huge rural catchment. Tesco probably hasn’t even heard of us, let alone decided to deliver here to the arse end of nowhere, and shopping is a half-day challenge. Still, bimbling down the boat road with Bert yesterday, the scent of the honeysuckle so heavy you feel it could pick you up and float you away, and stopping and chatting to the lovely lady with the new baby, I couldn’t have been happier.
Small things, but often they mean just as much as the heavy stuff. I’m off to visit the folks for a while (and have a speedboat trip booked in London! Thanks Ma!), but while I’m gone, how about you, then? Six unimportant things that you love…
1. What are your current obsessions? Testing things. I have notebooks everywhere. I’m currently testing Elave handwash and Fairy Non Bio Gel, as well as about ten different moisturisers and five foundations. It’s all in the name of consumer research. Oh, and chickens! My lovely friend Toria has just adopted two ex-battery hens (shown here with Blueness, the greyhound) which has made me ten times worse. I’m driving Hubby absolutely mental with my constant badgering (he loves his lawn and thinks Tesco Free Range are a much cheaper option) but I’ll talk him round – watch this space! Oh,
2. Which item from your wardrobe do you wear most often? Jeans, jeans and more jeans. My absolute faves, the Citizens of Humanity skinny jeans that I bought over in the UK last year (obviously shopping while on holiday doesn’t really count) barely get a chance to dry before they’re back on: turned up for (rare) sunny days and with wellies for the boat road and the garden. I heart them.
3. What was your favourite childhood meal? What, I have to name just one? My Mum’s party food at Christmas (that amazing cake made from ginger biscuits soaked in booze, then covered in cream – phwoar!), or my Mum’s jam roly poly, or my Mum’s rice pudding, or my Mum’s roast dinners, or my Mum’s anything really.
4. Last thing you bought? That would have to be 3 Hollister t-shirts, one for each of my fellas, something secret for my Mum, and some pretty pastel spatulas, a Mickey pancake ring and some rather lush Madagascar bourbon vanilla bean paste for me (and a pressie for Jen – don’t tell her). All in The Mall With No End in Florida.
5. What are you listening to? Two TVs competing with each other in an empty house at the moment, but I’m ashamed to say I have Katie Perry’s album in my car, and I like it ‘…the taste of her cherry chapstick…’.
6. If you were a god/goddess who would you be? Oh I don’t know. The goddess of puddings, probably. Her outfit would be a pink sparkly apron showing lots of cleavage, a chef’s hat, a pink whisk in one hand and a cupcake in the other.
7. Favourite holiday spots? Goa, St Lucia and Walt Disney World, obviously: The Grand Floridian is my spiritual home.
8. Reading right now? ‘Devil Bones’ by Kathy Reichs. I’m a sucker for some blood and guts.
9. Four words to describe yourself? Silly, smutty, optimistic and blonde.
10. Guilty pleasure? How long have you got? Pink champagne… a snooze in the afternoon… a cuddle… obsessive texting… a tootle down the boat road with Bert when I should be cleaning, oh and chocolate, obviously.
11. Who or what makes you laugh until you’re weak? The kids. Hubby when he’s being very silly. Jen – during our two hour ‘what did we actually talk about?’ phone chats, oh and the Disney 7.
12. Favourite thing to do? Lie in a huge bubble bath with a cup of tea and a fresh magazine. Bliss.
13. Planning to travel to next? I’d love to say back to Disney ‘en famille’ but my bank manager might say different. Home to visit the folks, probably.
14. Best thing you ate or drank lately? Pomegranate mojitos. And the amazing food at Citricos at the Grand Floridian (more of this later!)
15. When did you last get tipsy? Saturday night – red wine with Hubby, then moving on to Morgan’s Spiced Rum chasers. Ohhhhh dear.
16. Favourite ever film? Oh, I have loads. ‘An Affair to Remember’ is probably my all-time favourite, although you can’t beat Pretty Woman – I’ve seen it a gazillion times, oh and Dirty Dancing… or what about Top Gun? I’ll stop now.
17. Care to share some wisdom? ”Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family in another city’, George Burns
18. Song you can’t get out of your head? A Whole New World (and not the Katie Price and Peter André version – the proper Disney one).
19. What one object would you save from a housefire? A child or two. And maybe a lanky greyhound. Sorry, I can’t choose.
20. What is your aim in life? Happiness. And occasional bouts of laughing until you cry.
Over to you, then: answer one, answer them all. Just tell me something I don’t know about you. Go on, then.
So there’s lots of Mum bloggers. Here at home I’m a Mummy blogger, but to everyone else here in Ireland I’m a Mammy blogger and in the US I suppose I’d be a Mommy blogger. Titles schmitles, we’re all linked by being some little yoke’s Ma at the end of the day. So a Mom Blogger in Canada decided that she’d try to link her way around the world via us loons that have offspring and blog about it. The basic premise is that you talk about five things you love about being a Mum, then pass it on to create a ‘hands across the globe’ type thing of all that’s good about being a Mum. Irish Mammy tagged K8 the GR8 and K8 tagged me. I, in turn, will tag someone else and so it will go on, hopefully right back round to Canada.
And yes, I suppose the things I love about being a Mum of kids well into double figures will be completely different than those of a baby mama, but hey, that’s what links us all together: we’re all bonded by the initial puke and insomnia, through to the ‘what? No, of course you can’t have a tattoo’ stages of parenthood. We’re all destined to travel the same path. I love this about parenting. Whatever stage you’re at and however different you are, there’s always going to be some point when you go ‘oh yeh, been there’. Here goes then:
There you have it. Now it’s your turn. What are your favourite (or not so favourite) bits of being a parent?
And for the purposes of the ‘around the world in 80 clicks’ experiment, I thought I’d spread it around Ireland a bit by asking Susan in Cavan, Isitjustme in Galway, and Natalie who started in South Africa and ended up in Dublin, then for a baby Mama perspective I’ll tag my new discovery, Little Mummy in Edinburgh and for some international flavour, lovely Cam in Richmond. Here’s the rules from the originator:
Here’s how it’s going to work:… I’m going to link to a couple of other mom bloggers here in Canada, and to a couple of mom bloggers from other countries around the world, and they’ll write their posts, sharing 5 things that they love (or maybe what they don’t so much love – this playground doesn’t force conformity) about being a mom, and then they’ll tag a few more bloggers from their own country and from other countries, and so on. And you’re more than welcome to join: just write a post of your own (5 things that you love about being a mom) and find someone to link to and tag – someone from your own country, if you like, but definitely someone from another country (Google is a good resource if you don’t know any; google any country name and ‘mom’ in their blog search function) (be sure to let them know that you’ve tagged them!) – and link back here and leave a comment and we’ll add you to the ‘itinerary,’ ….
So naughty Jelly Monster has tagged me with a liddle quizzy thingy, and as usual, out of the goodness of my heart, I’m going to share my highly intelligent answers with you, my loyal readership.
Hmm, difficult one this. Depends if we’re going on sheer monetary gain (and you can’t really count Harry Potter, because the book came first I suppose) or cleverness (Matrix) or whatever. But I’d have to say I’d choose the classic ‘An Affair to Remember’. What’s not to love about the whole ‘met the girl, lost the girl, supposed to meet at the top of the Empire State building but then she gets run over by a taxi’ type plot line. It can’t have been that bad otherwise they wouldn’t have nicked it for Sleepless in Seattle now would they?
Seeing as we’re doing things that we wish we’d thought of, rather than our favourite ones, I’d have to go for Thriller. Although I’m not (and never have been) the biggest Michael Jackson fan, especially after the whole kiddy fiddling allegations debacle, who can remember the excitement leading up to the first ever showing of that video, and those bloody amazing dancers too. Great track. Even better vid.
Ah, now you all know the answer to that one. It’s not exactly a bar but oh, Creme Egg, how I love thee. How else can you get grown men to stare, jaws dropped in awe, purely by eating a small piece of confectionary? Chocolate AND entertainment – what’s not to love?
Now I suppose I should go techno here – the computer, or the flat screen TV or satellite navigation or something, but hey, I’m a girl and seeing as the Jelly Monster already took GHDs, my invention of choice would have to be make-up. And boys, before you think this doesn’t apply to you, imagine how horrible millions of women would look all over the world if it weren’t for foundation and a bit of blusher. Yeh. Thought so.
Well it has to be Live Aid doesn’t it. Ah, I remember it well – although I didn’t get to go, I was glued to the TV the whole time, sitting in my CHOOSE LIFE t-shirt and my fluorescent legwarmers. And didn’t you just love Paul Young back then? *swoon*
Over to you, then, list the movie, song, chocky bar, invention and event you wish you’d thought of first. Chop chop now…
So the lovely Kate, over at iRamble has tagged me with a weird challenge. I’ve got to share seven facts about myself: some random and some weird. I did something similar to this back in April, but I’m naturally extremely weird, so finding seven more is easy peasy:
So come on, then: random facts, quirks and general weirdness. Let’s hear them.
So naughty old Terence McDanger has set me a little bloody enormous challenge. I’ve got to answer all these questions in a witty and entertaining manner. I’ll wake you up when it’s over:
What are your nicknames? Well most of my nicknames are related in some way to my first name which is obviously HIGHLY confidential. My Dad used to call me ‘Titch’ (well, I was the youngest) and Hubby calls me ‘Babe’ when he’s in a good mood and ‘jesus christ, woman’, when he’s not.
What was the first movie you bought in VHS or DVD? I have absolutely no idea. We were the first in our road to have a Betamax video player though.
Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days? What a very badly worded question. Erm yes – the current economic climate and the fact that my diesel gauge reads full even when my tank’s empty. Oh, and Bert ate my Maltesers.
Do you have a good body image? Yeh, generally. I can scrub up pretty well when I can be bothered.
What is your favourite fruit? Mango. Squeeze a little lime juice over and it’s sublime.
What websites do you visit daily? Daily? My own, and then at least a couple of my blogroll favourites, but I wouldn’t say I visit any of them every day. I love DC de Facto, Annie Rhiannon, Little Bird Eats, Head Rambles, Moon, Don’t Bug Me, Coastal Aussie, Beaut.ie, Sleepy Jane, The Depp Effect, iRamble, Thrifty, Baino, Coffee Helps, Parlez-vous Moo?, Queen of Clean, Quickroute, Maxi Kane, K8, Martin Dwyer, Medbh, Eire Rules, and loads more besides. Basically I’m a total blog addict and I’m always discovering new ones too.
What have you been seriously addicted to lately? Ebay. And chocolate when Bert doesn’t steal it.
What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is? What, ol’ T McD? I always imagine him as a bit of a charmer. One who can sway the laydees with his seductive charm and razor wit. Could be wrong, though. He might be a 20 stone, sweaty minger.
What’s the last song that got stuck in your head? ‘I kissed a girl and I liked it, the taste of her cherry chopsticks’
Favourite clothing Jeans. Always jeans – I love Seven and Citizens of Humanity. I go for skinny when I’m wearing boots and boyfriend cut with me trainers.
Do you think Rice Krispies are yummy? Er yes I suppose they’re okay. I’m more of a cinnamon bagel and cup of tea girl, to be honest.
What would you do if you saw $100 lying on the ground? Leave it there. What would I do with a hundred dollars? Seriously, if you mean cash in general, I’d hand it in to the Gardai telling them where I found it. I know, but I’m prime ‘secret camera show’ material. I’d definitely get caught if I lifted to much as a penny sweet. I’m just unlucky.
Items you couldn’t go without during the day? My phone, my computer, my dog (does he count?), my glasses as I’m completely blind, my shitty old jeep for the school run.
What should you be doing right now? Nothing. I’m sitting on the sofa in front of a roaring fire with my kids, ma Hubby, me dawg, MTV on in the background and a large glass of Pinot Grigio. Life is sweet.
So as usual, I’m going to buck the trend and pass on this little treasure to you, my adoring public. And I want everybody to answer every question. No shirking now, cut, paste and fill in. Off you go, then.
What are your nicknames?
What TV gameshow/reality show would you like to be on?
What was the first movie you bought in VHS or DVD?
What is your favourite scent?
If you had one million dollars to spend only on yourself, what would you spend it on?
One place you’ve visited, can’t forget and want to go back to?
Do you trust easily?
Do you generally think before you act, or act before you think?
Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?
Do you have a good body image?
What is your favourite fruit?
What websites do you visit daily?
What have you been seriously addicted to lately?
What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?
What’s the last song that got stuck in your head?
Do you think Rice Krispies are yummy?
What would you do if you saw $100 lying on the ground?
Items you couldn’t go without during the day?
What should you be doing right now?
So seeing as I’ve bombarded you with pictures this week, I’m cheating slightly with the Friday photo. Both Kates: Kate and K8 the GR8 set me a little challenge. And you know how I love a challenge – it’s just got to be done. Here we are, then:
Here’s my question to you, if you had to select celebrities/actors to play the parts in the story of your life today (including yourself!), who would it be and why – this can be based on looks or personality!
I’m loving this. I actually laid awake thinking about it (and that was after a 1am Cabernet Sauvignon bender with The Lovelies, complete with sleepover so I spent half the night listening to #2 and Little Lovely #1 giggling too). So far my thinking is:
Me: I’m thinking Reese Witherspoon (think Legally Blonde and Just Like Heaven rather than Walk the Line, though). I know this is probably me trying to flatter myself, but I just thought: a bit blonde/quite smiley/fond of the pink and sparkly, but not as silly as one would assume. The smalls and Hubby thought Jennifer Aniston, but oh, I don’t know. Reese’ll do nicely. I was going to go for Nigella, but no, it’s wrong. And on so many different levels.
Hubby: There’s only one person who could possibly fit into Hubby’s shoes and that’s José Mourinho. He’s very similar looks wise, and I’d hazard a guess their personalities are pretty darned separated-at-birth, too. Hubby doesn’t take any crap, y’know.
#1: Well it’s got to be Reid off Criminal Minds, hasn’t it. Costs me a fortune in books as he reads them faster than the speed of light, steers every conversation off at some madly alarming tangent, and has an IQ higher than the Empire State. Nuff said.
#2: Hmmm, tough one, this. I think I’d probably go for a cross between Captain Caveman and Bart Simpson. Although he favours ‘either of Zac and Cody’
Now to the parents:
The Disreputable One: Ooh, toughie. David Jason, maybe? Although it would be more Frost than Del Trotter. Oh no, hang on, I know: Denny Crane in Boston Legal! (“100 women there, and you didn’t invite me. That’s 200 breasts! And you kept them all to yourself?”). A bit naughty, a bit cheeky, very clever but slightly bonkers. Perfect.
Grandma: We were very tempted to go with Grandma Georgina from Willy Wonka, but she’s not quite as doolally as that (give her time). The best bit was when the Great Glass Elevator came crashing through the roof and Grandma Georgina said ‘ooh, I think there’s someone at the door’. We eventually settled on Mrs Wembley, from that very underrated 90s sitcom ‘On the Up’, played by the wonderful Joan Sims (Carry On films wouldn’t have been the same without her). ‘Just the one, Mrs Wembley?’ Oh, and before I get beaten to death, can I just say that this is based on personality and not looks? Ta.
Bert: Hmmm, Scooby Do? Nah, too energetic. I know, Santa’s Little Helper from The Simpsons!!
Various other characters we mulled upon were:
Mad Uncle A: well he’d have to be Russell Brand, or maybe Steve Tyler from Aerosmith (both with shorter hair, natch).
Nanny: She’d have to be Aunt May in the Spiderman trilogy.
Over to you, then. What’s your cast list?
Can I just apologise for the length of this post? I do generally abide by the rule that after a couple of paragraphs your readers get bored and wander off, but I got well into this one. Right, so I got tagged ages ago by the lubly Grandad, and totally forgot about it. Sorry Grand-père, I’ll get right to it. I like this one because it’s a grumpy one and it kind of suits my general outlook on life at the moment (yes, I know, I know. I’m bloody trying). And, let’s face it, there’s nothing like a bit of irrational hatred to start the day with a bang.
Brace yourself, then:
- List two things that irritate you for a reason (and list the reason!), and two things that irritate you for no apparent reason whatsoever!!
- Give credit to the person who tagged you.
- Link your answers to the original blog, that’s here
- Tag four new people to participate.
Right, firstly two things that irritate me for a reason:
My O2 3G Broadband
And why? Because it HATES me. I seem to have been blessed with the narkiest, most hormonal internerd connection in christendom. It lurks about waiting for the optimum moment to conk out so that it can do as much damage as possible and REALLY piss me off. For example, Isitjustme told me on the blower last night (I know! We chat!) that she’d dedicated a little song to me. Would O2 let me log on and have a look? Would it buggery. Other times it’ll wait until I’ve just replied to loads of comments or typed a really long, complicated post and clicked ‘publish’ before deciding to go and put its feet up or pop to the shops. Leaving me staring at ‘Internet Explorer Could Not Display This Webpage’. Grrrrrr.
Okay, so I’m probably going to alienate some of my dwarf-canine loving readership here, but I just don’t get little yappy dogs. I mean, why?! Pointless, vacuous people like Paris Hilton walk around with them in their handbags (don’t they poo in there?) and that in itself should be reason enough, but come on. Dogs, by their very nature, are Man’s Best Friend. They’re built for walking, barking, running, chasing things, fetching things (on our evening walk last night, Bert snuffled in the hedge and brought me a very cross hedgehog as a present – how thoughtful) and generally being a big, scary protector-of-humanity. I’m sorry, but something that is roughly 6″ tall that you could kill if you accidentally sat on is not going to be much help in a robbery, or if you got mugged. Okay, for truthfulness I have to say here that Bert wouldn’t be much cop at that either, but at least people are scared of him when he tries to kiss them. I give you yappers then, people: pointless furry tossers.
And now two things that annoy me for no apparent reason:
Nope, I don’t know why. I just wasn’t built with an ‘aw, aren’t they cute’ reaction to small children. I’m sure they’re lovely and all that, but I just wanted mine to grow up so they could answer back (oh, how I regret that one), have a chat, share a joke, take themselves to the toilet and not put marmitey toast in the DVD player. Enough said.
Again, not sure why, but I just can’t sit and stare at an enormous (Hubby’s TV is the size of a small European country) black box surrounded by flashing lights and be entertained. Yes, I like the odd cookery programme, or Criminal Minds or something, but frankly, I’d rather read a book. No particular reason – although maybe a low boredom threshold could be to blame. I always find myself losing interest halfway through a film and wandering into the kitchen to make brownies.
And, because I’m a cantankerous, belligerent, throwing-out-the-rulebook kind of a rebel, I’m not going to tag four more people, because I’m far more interested in knowing what you lot find annoying instead. Come on, then. What really, really makes you seethe?
Okay, so I’ve been tagged again. This time by Jay over at The Depp Effect. For those not in the know, this is a little game that us bloggers play where we send little tasks or challenges to each other. Mine is to tell six random things about myself. Here goes:
As usual I’m going to be all rebellious and pass my tag on to you guys. So, comments please, then. 6 random things about you. The weirder the better. Off you go, then.