Sunday, June 22, 2008

Time marches on

It's been a fairly quiet weekend here. The Terminator has been on a mini-break to Scarborough with his friend who's an only child. He's had an absolutely brilliant time, told me that he hadn't had a single one of his 'five a day' just plenty of this...



He slept for two nights in this...



Danny Boy wanted to go on another date on Saturday - it was a double date to the cinema। Love's young dream continues...




Naturally I had to drive him to the cinema and pay for it. The novelty is rapidly wearing off and I'm no longer sentimental as I realised it's going to cost us a fortune in time and money. I made him promise that he would weed my vegetable patch in return for the cash. Must stick to it so that his new Paris Hilton lifestyle doesn't ruin him.




Had a chat with sister-in-law, Wendy. She's still not starting her chemo for another two weeks and they've asked her to go on a drugs trial. I think she's fed up. Wendy and Pete have 18 year old twin boys, Johnny and Mark, as well as a 14 year old daughter. Mark has been working in Canada for a gap year but when he heard about Wendy he flew home. I asked how he was and Wendy said he looked terrible, I started saying he must be upset but she said he looked terrible because two days earlier he'd had giant chinese writing tattooed on his lower arm, supposedly saying 'family first'. It seems like yesterday when they were pageboys for me and Lurch, dressed in cream shirts with Peter Pan collars and cornflower blue shot silk shorts. Johnny has had his ears pierced and is wearing blingtastic diamonds. Wendy says they both look awful but what can you do? I'm dreading it. One of my friend's 18 year old nephew has just got engaged and celebrated with a tattoo of a golden eagle on the whole of his back. Johnny's at University now and was having a housewarming party, he'd put an open invitation on Facebook. For a joke I told Wendy I would accept so I wrote on Johnny's wall 'Thanks for the invite, Uncle Lurch, Danny Boy, The Terminator and I will be down and able to go for a couple of hours. See you at 8pm Lots of love Aunty Blogthatmamaxx' Wendy was laughing her head off cos he phoned her 5 minutes after my wall post to say we were going. Ha, ha!!


6 comments:

goodbyetoallfat said...

Your posts are highly entertaining with all your lively tales of the Terminator living on fish and chips in a caravan and Danny Boy double dating at 12 years old and living the Paris Hilton lifestyle!

Loving your blog,
Sharon

Stinking Billy said...

One of your happier ones. In fact, it seems to me that you have an, er, interesting family, providing good blog material. ;-)

KittyB said...

I think it's the law to not eat veg on a carvan weekend in Scary Scarbro.
Like the Facebook wind-up. May have to try that on my nephews - threaten a visit/inspection while their Mum's on holiday. How they'd laugh.

Exmoorjane said...

Have missed tons of your blogs somehow.....my efficient system is obviously not so efficient after all. Love the sound of the twins - I have to fight an ongoing urge to have huge Celtic tattoos on either arm (only to remind self that tats on flabby middle-aged flesh is SO not a good look).
Hope the drugs trial goes OK - not remotely surprised she's fed up.


Hmm, re the house sale, if the red flowers don't work, there is always the grand feng shui rule #262 - Reduce the Price.... (sorry, not funny).
Yup, I couldn't resist Mr Pineapples - poor old sausage. I think he needs a bit of Tibetan Buddhist love bombing.

Mr Pineapples said...

Hey Mamma - why are you so wise? Becuase you are wise....you knows it.

Who is Danny Boy?

Who is Lurch?

Who is Daisy?

What is happening....get me up to speed.

blogthatmama said...

Thanks Sharon, yes those boys live a better life than me, I just spend my time at the computer working or blogging...

Billy, I hope I don't seem too miserable, I'm a simple, happy soul most of the time:)

Kitty B - wind up has backfired and I feel a bit mean, will be blogging it in a minute.

Jane - I'm shocked! Didn't imagine you wanting big tats on your forearms, was also shocked by all the Purple Coo smokers (used to love a tab myself and virtually had to sew my lips together to stop)

Mr P, I is wise cos I is wise, as the Russian proverb says 'a drop hollows out a stone', or translated, get up to speed yourself! I've got my own chimney to clean today...