I don't know if anyone else is like me... possibly... so, who finds themselves listening to Glee songs over and over again?
I have loved the show and songs forever, but when Cory died so sadly, I've been listening to their songs every chance I get.
Maybe I'm a bit sad? Such a tragic loss of a young person's life due to evil drugs. So sad.
I feel for everyone in his life, particularly his family and Lea Michele. Such a waste of a hugely talented man.
One day his family will be so thankful for Glee, because they will have all his songs and appearances on Glee ... as a legacy of his life. But for now... huge sadness. Time will heal.
Today, well spent sleeping in one hopes. Stew is bone tired, and keeps saying how tired he is... but he still stays up late! Rugby games. He is glued to the screen... *smiles*.
Not that I can talk, my eyes are invariably glued to my computer screen, or the TV too.
And the kids. TV. PSP. Portable DVD. X Box. you name it, they are all SCREENS.
Perhaps we need to get outside a bit more!
Today is the last day before the kids go back to school... can ya hear me squealing with happiness? lol
I did something naughty last night:
I introduced Dante to Shrewsberry biscuits. I do believe he LOVED them!
Naughty Grandma.
I am hoping to see Lacy and Miss Muppet in the next day or two, they have not been over for ages!
Right going now... time to do some jobs around the house... oh ya.
ONWARD...
JULIE: Dante is 7 and a half months old. He is a bonnie boy. Loves his food, and is just a pure joy to have in our home.
Well... I have found something to do today. I'm reading blogs. And I'm wrapped in my cuddly electric blanket. It's cold. The fireplace is on, but the heat does not reach to the very end of the room where my computer is.
Nearly lunchtime... wonder what's for lunch... Stew?
ANON: Because. I. Can. And I believe MOST THINGS in moderation will hurt no baby. He gets SUGAR in some of his baby food, and fruit, so what's the problem? It's not like he ate the whole thing, he slobbered and dribbled on it. Probably 'ate' less than a teaspoon in quantity.
Get over yourself.
I have been reading and commenting on blogs for 6 hours straight! I'm done. So very sorry if I missed your's out... but I know that my new Reader (Feedly) has not uploaded some of the blogs I read. So, if I have missed you, send me an email! I will then add you to my Feedly list.
Now it's time to stretch me legs and do something different for a while.
I might even come back here later to do some more catching up!
It's been so nice reading what you have all been up to. And it's been a bit sad too. Cos so many of the girls whose blogs I read years ago no longer blog. I miss them. So many of you defected to Facebook, never to be seen again.
Shows how transient internet 'friendships' can be I suppose.
Now... what to do? Sewing? Reading camera reviews?
Watching some TV programmes that I have saved?
Dunno! But it's going to involve getting off this computer for an hour or two for sure.
ABOVE: the fireguard installed. Stew did a good job.
ABOVE: the dogs are happy. VERY happy.
And so they should be. I put that sheepskin there for them afterall.
ABOVE: Stew made me lunch, which I had at my computer desk... so I could still type with one hand.
Bacon and eggs. Let's call it BRUNCH. It was lovely. Thanks Darling ♥♥♥
Well I've had a lovely break from the computer. And now I am going downstairs to do a bit of sewing.
Stew is cooking dinner: beef rissoles, coleslaw and potato salad. I will have mine for lunch tomorrow.
Well... I got no sewing done. I was getting cross that I couldn't reach my containers of buttons easily ... so that necessitated a big tidy up in the craft/sewing area. It only ... ONLY.... took me 2 hours!
I think I have a light dose of OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE DISORDER.
Why the hell can't I just leave well alone? *shaking me head*
End of Day: well NOW I'm tired. Hopefully tomorrow arrives quickly cos I'm DONE with the kids. DONE. They are just getting up my nose. And it doesn't help that Stew just can't see half the shit they do to get up my nose. Obviously his nose is just fine.
I don't want them in MY ROOM. In MY SEWING AREA. In MY SPACE whatsoever.
I have to share the house with them ... I'm not sharing my GARAGE/BEDROOM too.
If that makes me a horrible person... FINE. I'm horrible. And Crabby.
nite nite