…the men in my mom’s house are incapable of looking after themselves.

My mom has gone away and the way my stepdad and brother have reacted you’d think she was NEVER coming back! I went to pick her up this morning to dispatch her to the train station in Birmingham and there they were looking all forlorn asking questions at a ridiculous rate… Wheres my socks?, What time are the fish fed?, Who’ll make my sandwiches?, Where’s the bread kept?, What day do the binmen come? etc etc etc… I promised to call back this evening, as they only live round the corner from me, and cook them some dinner, so I did, Rogan Josh, It was fantastic (even if I do say so myself) and I think my stepdad have just consumed enough to sink the Titanic twice over, I’m stuffed!

So anyway I took my mom into the city centre and safely deposited her onto her connecting train and then meandered into town to peruse the shelves of random computer stores trying to find this damn Nintendo THING Jordan wants for christmas,

Now, It is the middle of November, Christmas is less than 6 weeks away SO please tell me why shops have yet to employ extra christmas staff??? And give the staff they have some god damn customer service training!!! 45 minutes I stood in a queue in Game, FORTY FIVE MINUTES to explain to an assistant that I’d been sent over from the Wolverhampton branch to find out if and whan they would be likely to be stocking the new Nintendo DS as wolverhampton had explained to me that you (birmingham) would be getting some in first, Just to be told, “erm…*sniff*…I dont know…*sniff*… have you tried another branch maybe erm yeah”, Do you think its one of the criterea you have to meet to work in one of these shops?? I can picture the ad….

..that the youth of today do have a sense of humour, either that or I’ve probably been laughing at something that nobody else will find funny.

Yesterday after I’d finished work myself, Al and Kelly headed to our “local” to watch the England match (3-2 what a result) anyway ,on the way we had to cross Queen Square passing the black staute of Prince Albert, or as its known locally, The Man on the Horse.. as we got nearer we could see 2 police cars, 4 policemen and a BIG crowd of kids staring up at the horse and everyone (including the police) were giggling.

Some bright spark had, instead of being deliberatly destructive and wasting their time running round town with a can of spray paint , taken the time and exerted the enegy into climbing onto the back of the statue and sprayed the horses’ genitals white with fake snow!!

The whole episode was made funnier as the culprits were all wearing black themselves and covered in the stuff, yet still tried denying all knowledge to the amused police, they were let off with a quick telling off as they hadn’t really done any damage, after all it was only fake snow not paint, and everyone had had a good laugh about it.

BUT what was funnier was arriving at the same spot this morning, just in time to see the Remeberance Service Parade and watching the veterans faces as they arrived on Queen Square to be confronted with the back end of a black horse with a huge pair of white…. well you can use your imagination lets just say that the statue is very life like and all in proportion!!

…but I’m as close as I’m going to get!

Its official (well nearly), for the doubters, the disbelievers and the down right judgemental and abusive….

….I AM A GOOD PARENT, regardless (or in spite of I’m not sure which) of my age and the fact that I am very much single!!

I have just returned home from my sons parents evening and I think I have just sat through the best hour of any parents life! It was so nice to sit there and be told that your child is excelling in subjects, is well behaved, conscientious, considerate and I quote “Makes it a pleasure to be in the classroom with him.”.

The blood, sweat and tears any parent sheds’ for their child comes as par for the course, but to sit there and be told that all that as paid off, and then some…

….I’ve never been prouder in my whole entire life!!!!!!

…cause I’m no superman,

Sorry during a conversation with Paul just I suddenly remembered how much I enjoy Scrubs!!!

Anyway back to me…I’ve had a quiet day really, went to work, still in the process of getting all the christmas prep done, Good news is hopefully this will be the last weekend I have to work untill christmas eve!! (fingers crossed but knowing my luck I’ll end up working them ALL)

Went out last night for a meal with Catherine, Steve and some others to celebrate Cat’s birthday, I had Steamed chicken, Chargrilled asparagus on sauteed potatoes and Beetroot Coulis.

I never knew chickens could swim…well at least this one had to, there was that much coulis on my plate, a breast of chicken in a sea of RED looked like something off the set for Carrie, but all that aside it was delicious!

So anyway I had a very lovely lovely evening in the company of quite possibly the NICEST couple in the world and delicious meal and friendly conversation.

One of the best Monday evenings I’ve had in a long while!

I did have a whole list of things I did today to tell you but none of that counts because…

….MY BABY BOY WON HIS CLASS TROPHY FOR LAST TERM.

It was awarded for (and I quote) BEING CONSIDERATE KIND AND CARING IN THE CLASSROOM AS WELL AS MAINTAINING A GOOD STANDARD OR PROGRESS IN ALL AREAS OF HIS STUDIES!!!

…I’m a proud Mom tonight and I am no longer dreading parents evening on Wedsnesday!!

So this morning came, and as I’d pre-planned (yes me planning in advance what has the world come to) to take my son to see my sisters boyfriend play football today I’d set my alarm for half seven to make sureI was up in time…apparently that wasn’t good enough TWENTY PAST SEVEN my sister was knocking my door….not phoning to check I was up BUT knocking my front door demanding that we (meaning me and a 5 year old}) be up and ready to go out by half past!!!

So mad rush of up, bathroom, wash, dressed, out and into the car to get over to Streetly so Mr Dauncy could get ready for his match!

Finally made it to the pitch in Solihull via the Mcdonalds on the Chester Road, to have the opposing team call the game off because of the rain!!

BECAUSE OF THE RAIN??? Now I’m sorry but since when does a bit of water stop a group of grown men running around a field to kick a bit of leather!!! Scared it was going to ruin your hair were you boys??? YOU PANSIES!!!

We decided to drive back to Wolverhampton to watch my other frinds team…and guess what…They’d called off their match because of the rain too…YOU BUNCH OF GIRLS!!!

So I was back in the house for 11:10 with a whinging 5 year old because I’d dragged him out of bed early for no reason and nothing to do untill I went to work at 4, yes I know working 4 till 8 on a Sunday, what is the world coming to, It wasn’t to bad though as we all went in and got drunk while we were working!!

So now I’m nearly home and its definitly time for bed!

Remember, Remember the 5th on November
Gunpowder, Treason and RABBITS???

Yes Rabbits!!!

A few weeks ago I got very drunk and by the time I’d sobered up and recovered from the hangover I discovered I’d adopted a rabbit, I was a little taken back by this but took it in my usual stride, which basically meant shrugging my shoulders, laughing at myself and accepting it.

THEN my moms dog, Sam, had to be put down and that was a whole story in itself . So I decided maybe it wasn’t best that I kept any pets, I wasn’t sure how I’d cope if I came down the stairs and found it dead one morning.

Now this is where it gets a bit confusing…I actually forgot to let the person who’s rabbit I’d adopted know that I’d had second thoughts, In fact I’d completely forgot about the rabbit coming at all, So at approximatley five thirty this evening I had a knock on my door and there standing on my door step was a huge rabbit hutch with a pair of legs….well actually it was my friend Sharon carrying the huge rabbit hutch, but she’s that tiny the hutch was bigger than she was!!

Now I could hardly turn her away could, so may I please take a few seconds to welcome “Paddy” (as in Max and “Paddy”) to my little family…hopefully we’ll be together many years, or at least as many that my son has lost interest and I dont have to go through the whole “sam” debarcle again!!!