Sunday, November 19

Sunday Scribblings: My hero

My hero doesn't scale tall buildings in one giant leap, nor does she combat villains with her amazing ability to throw balls of fire from her wrists.

My hero is, on the outside, an ordinary person. But this ordinary person lives an extraordinary life. She lives a life that she has shaped for herself, a life that doesn't fit a mould, but is a life that's exactly how she wants it to be.

She lives by the sea. She wakes up every morning to the sound of the ocean and opens her window to breathe in the fresh air. She heads straight outside with her dog to catch the best part of the day, running and playing on the beach, filling her lungs with fresh, clean air.

She eats healthy, home-cooked food and her kitchen is always filled with wonderful smells: tomatoes slowly roasting with garlic and basil; spicy sweet cinnamon and apple cakes just out of the oven; a creamy sweet potato and coconut curry bubbling away on the hob.

She writes book for children. She works on her sofa with her laptop, with an endless supply of Earl Grey tea and a cat asleep at her feet. She is also a teacher who is passionate about learning and loves the warm fuzzy glow she gets from helping people to discover new things.

She is a mother that gives her children experiences instead of things. Her children paint, bake, play, explore, laugh and learn.

She is a good friend and a supportive wife – loyal and kind to the people she loves. She likes herself and understands that not everyone is going to like her too.

She appreciates the simple things, she loves life and she lives every minute to the fullest.

She smiles. A lot.

I don't know if she exists, but she is the person that I would like to be.

For more heroic Sunday Scribblings go here.

Friday, November 10

Introducing...

Mini Meep!



Due at the end of May 2007.

Currently looks like a cross between a broad bean and a baby chicken.

Eeeek!

Thursday, November 9

Bleurgh

Can I have some virtual blog-style sympathy please?

I am aching all over... head, kidneys, legs. My eyes are streaming. My nose is running. I'm sneezing. And I'm feeling very, very sorry for myself.

Bleeeeeeeee.

(Actually, I am cwtched up in a blanket on the sofa, wearing my pyjamas, with Heat magazine, a box of Jaffa Cakes, a mug of Earl Grey and the dog and cat asleep at my feet and we're getting curry from Splott's finest Indian takeaway later, so it's not all bad.)

Monday, November 6

Animal Magic

I've just got back home after a lovely long weekend in the beautiful posh spa town of Harrogate, visiting the Meep-in-laws.

Dog came with us, cat had to stay at home.

When we opened the front door after three days away, the cat was very pleased to see us. He bounced around, purring the loudest of purrs, jumping on the dining room table to head-butt us and rubbing against our legs.

In fact, he was so excited to see us, he then ran out into the hallway, miaowing loudly... and did a big smelly poo on the door mat.

Welcome home, us.

Thursday, November 2

Here's Dave

 

Isn't he nice?

(Note use of colour and composition in this photo - see, I am learning stuff on my photography course, even though I think I am probably the class dunce.) Posted by Picasa

Wednesday, November 1

Talented Types

I have very talented friends.

Take Mr Massey and his fantastic Furry Bods, for example.

When his shop is open, you should buy some gorgeous things.

And although these people aren't my friends, I've been ogling their blogs and feeling very jealous that I don't do more creative stuff.

Noodles and Doodles and Little Pink Toes live in a world of pastels and baking and creative play.

I want to live there too please.