Grandkids

I have 7 grandkids only 2 of which can still get on my lap.  Well to be honest the second youngest just about fits and after a short while i have to throw her off.  The older 5 all look down on me, a hug means my nose is pressed to their chest, they bend for a kiss and pat me on the head, then smile and go away mumbling about grey.  (Not sure at all what they mean). 

The youngest has just had his birthday and still loves the bike, but it's second youngest who has the next birthday in December.

She is the one who overhangs my lap by feet either end and will soon be as tall as me.

She is very bright, pretty, confident, perhaps too much so at times, blonde, at that 'age' (keeps telling us all how dim we are) and i love her to bits.

But i liked it when she fitted on my lap, when i could tuck her under my arm and walk around with her, when we watched children's programmes together.  When she came to me and said, 'can we play', she would be mummy and i could be her darling, (i hadn't realised how much i called her darling up till then). 

Hence the title 'stop the clock', time is rushing by too fast i want to hang on to the now because i know it will never come back again and i have already lost the past.

But i can look forward to her growing up into a lovely young women, married to a lovely young grandson-in-law and giving me lovely great grand children, not for a long time yet though please.

 Why did Christy put on a wet dress?

Because the label said ‘wash and wear’.

 

 

Hallow'en

Husband went to work Friday night, he negotiated the three fights outside the three pubs in the high street but then as he went further on he had  about 8 eggs thrown a the car as he drove past.  He says the car in front swerved at the same spot and he thought he might have been trying to miss a fox, but now he suspects the same thing may have happened to him.  The eggs went across the bonnet and windscreen hampering his sight but when he looked the paintwork has been damaged on the bonnet of the car.

As it is a new car he is not best pleased, there goes one of his 'no claim bonus' lives.

Which brings me to hallow'en!  But this will have to be finished later as i'm now going out.

 

back again,

Hallow'en.  This is what's causing the spate of egg throwing.  I wonder if the mums who take their children out trick or treating realise the danger they are putting their kids in.

Firstly the elderly are living in fear on hallow'en of opening the door to youths in masks threatening them.  They dare not put 'no trick or treat' signs up at the door in case they come out the next morning to find the house egged and floured, so they sit in with the hall light off pretending to be out quaking every time the door bell rings.

Secondly, it is making witchcraft seem to be a bit of fun to the kids, harmless spells, a laugh and something to try.  While in reality terrible things are happening over the next few days.  I wonder if people would be so keen if they really understood what meddling in the dark arts, the occult was all about.

Anything that might encourage children to get involved with these things is dangerous, and once involved it is the hardest thing to step out of the grip of the occult world.  Ask anyone who has been deeply ensnared in its grasp.  Lots of churches have alternative parties on hallow'en, look out for one.

You have to wonder about humans,
they think God is dead and Elvis is
alive!

 

 

today's doings and things

Grandson is still loving his bike.  He was up at 8.30am and out on it all day which pleased daughter and kept him from bothering her.  His friend was impressed as well so that pleased him.

Is there any one else like me who wants to forget christmas this year.  It just doesn't feel like christmas is only two months away. I think it's because it is too warm to near to christmas.  Another reason is i'm behind with my present buying, i've got tooth ache and that's going to take money due to he always wants to stick in a crown and he will NOT do them on the NHS.

Anyway to something more uplifting.  Here is a poem i wrote for my granddaughter in 2000.

It shows my sense of humour.

 

The Worm

There was once a worm, a very tiny worm,

Who lived in hole in the ground.

He ate his way through a leaf every day,

But could never be seen or found.

 

As bigger he grew and fatter it's true,

To the sides of the hole he did stick.

Stuck fast and all smelly, the length of his belly,

He wanted to give it a lick.

 

Just when he ought to have given a thought,

To the predicament he found himself in.

Along came a mole who lived down that hole,

And poked him hard with a pin.

 

He burst into pieces just fit for the 'meeces'

To eat with their cheese and their bread.

Oh golly!  They squeaked as they chewed on the meat,

I do think the worm is now dead!

 

Got a busy weekend this week, it's my saturday 'on' at work and have to try and persuade mum to empty a sideboard that she has never been near for years.  There are knitting needles wrapped in 1953 newspaper in there, but she swears she will use them.  This is never going to happen as she is in her 80's now.

 

Nothing very exciting seems to be happening at the moment, i am leading a very boring life.  There are things i should be doing and cannot seem to motivate myself.  Around christmas time i go into a decline .... I have decided that i put myself under too much stress and then in January i have my post christmass depression.  Luckily my friends know this and force me out and doing and eventually it goes till next year.

And lastly,

Sorrow looks back, worry looks around, and faith looks up.....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

          

Very tired

Just could not sleep last night, the last time i looked at the clock it said 3.00am.  I was tired but the mind was buzzing, anything and everything was going through it but i bored myself.

This is happening more and more just lately.  I put it down to age and statins for high cholesterol.  Trouble is i cannot function the next day if i go to bed the wrong side of midnight.

Last week we had the most relaxing, chilled out, laid back, refreshing week while we were in Norfolk than i had had for years.  Just a few days after coming back and the treadmill has started again.  It's like we have never been away.  Oh well!

On to nicer things.  Today we took our grandson and bought him a bike for his birthday.  It was a lot easier than i thought it was going to be.  He knew what he wanted and made a quick and sensible buy.  Grandad though had to put it together when we got home and assembling things is not one of his strong points, but with our now 7 year old giving helpful suggestions to grandad the bike was made and tried out down the road at full speed.

All was worthwhile though when he kept telling us how how he 'really loved it'.

Back to work

Well I am trying very hard to add a picture to this so lets see what is going to happen.

Well that didn't work after hours of reading everything I could find on what to do, so what next.

This was my first day back at work after a really chilled holiday.  Now I'm frustrated!!!!

help!

Well tried another image and that hasn't worked either.  And I thought going back to work was going to be hard, but I won't let it beat me.

 

 

 

Need to learn more

                             Ok! Ok! Ok!

I've just looked at other blog sites and seen what they are like.  I will have to step up my game.

First I need to know how to put in links to my site without having to type it out fully everytime.  Oh and by the way when i chose my web address know one said that there was a limit to how many letters i could use so the last word was 'fast'.

Second how to put stuff down the sides etc. etc. etc. and to pretty it up.

Third where can I get pictures from that are not photos legally and free.

Lastly I don't suppose anyone will answer this because nobody is reading it.

So bear with me folks as I learn how to do this thing called 'blogging'.

 

My first entry, help!!

Well to start with all the grandkids, nieces have their own site so why shouldn't an oldie like me.  By the way I am not that old.

Well what is my problem.   I think it's a mid-life crisis.  Over the last few years I have become too aware that life is wizzing by, my time on the planet is getting shorter and there are lots of things I still want to see and do but the body doesn't seem to want to keep up with the mind, and that's fast going down hill too.

But I have just had a good holiday in Norfolk and saw some ageing relatives and got some more info for my Family Tree.  This has thrown up a few problems though as I think I may have a few wrong names down.

Does anyone know of any free sites for getting a look at the census apart from the Births, Marriages, Deaths site and the Later Day Saints site, all the others I have found charge.

It was very noticeable how friendly and chatty the natives in Norfolk were.  unfortunately there are not a lot of them left, most people have moved there from London.  You don't hear the lovely Norfolk accent around much any more.

Never mind, the cold east wind didn't blow for a change.  But, the first of the winter birthdays have started and by the end of January there will have been 11 of them.

To get back to the family tree - I have found some relatives going back to 1646.  These are real people with names and in my mind I dress them up in the clothes of the day and try to imagine what it was like for them.  One minute they had a king the next Cromwell. I suspect they were not rich but would love to know what their life entailed.  Well that's something I will never know in this life so I hope there are a few relatives in heaven and I will recognise them when I get there, especially the ones I have never seen.

Well for a first go I think this will be enough and I can hear the cheers going up already.

Bye