As winter slowly slowly melts away…
It’s good to look back and see it was a good year for snow noses –
And snow moustaches.
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He’s found some snow…
And a beautiful smile.
(A positive attitude and a great smile really are the best beauty aids, don’t you think?)
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They rose in formation
And took off like sleek feathered jet planes.
Round and round they flew -
Not sure if they were coming or going.
(Don’t we all have days like that?)
After a while, they landed
Feeling a little wobbly on their feet.
But ready to try again another day.
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This is my favourite kind of shake! What’s yours?
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For all you fans of the My World meme. The meme has now become Our World Tuesday and has moved to a new web site. You will be able to post there from next week (Monday evening).
You can also join Our World on Facebook.
Time for some silliness while I’m away!
As I was trying to give the anklebiters some advice, they turned round and said:
“There’s the Dalai Lama. And then there’s you: the Dalai Mama!”
Every Friday, Anklebiter 1 (and sometimes number 2) and I head out to a horse ranch as soon as school finishes.
The road winds past dilapidated barns and wide open countryside; the road twisting and turning and narrowing as we near our destination in the middle of nowhere.
We brush Attila, who despite his name is a darling, and then we saddle up and my daughter rides away, with the rest of us (dog included) trailing after…
Last week, AB1 went to the field to fetch Attila. Several large horses blocked the way and wouldn’t let her out.
She asked me to help by unhitching the electric fence wires and then chase these horses – did I mention how huge they are? – away.
I took my gloves off and grabbed the hook thingie to detach the wires.
Apparently, you’re supposed to grab the plastic handles and not the actual wires of an electric fence…
I yelled loudly. I shook and you could almost see my skeleton as I vibrated like a cartoon character.
But my piercing scream did the trick. The large horses ran off, terrified.
The ranch owners came running.
“Oh, it’s just me!” I said with my singed hair standing up on end. “Just testing the electric fence for you…”
“It all works fine!”
(No wonder my daughter says I’m embarrassing…)
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It’s a badly-kept secret that I’m terrified of wasps.
My usual tactic is to try and stop their hearts by screaming loudly and piercingly.
A while back, I found myself in a great seaside café, when a certain someone said, “Don’t scream, but there’s a wasp on the table.”
I can cope with that as long as it’s not buzzing near me.
However, the very next moment, someone flicked the wasp away from the table so that it ricocheted off my forehead with the horrible force of a rubber ball. With a sting.
I leapt up, did a mad dance, and I might have let out a high squawk of some sort.
I’m not sure, but when I came to my senses, I realized that everyone in the restaurant was staring at me.
The anklebiters had taken refuge under the table.
And the guests nearest us switched tables in order to move away from the mad woman.
I don’t blame them… I wanted to get away from me her too…
I’m not sure why, but my kids say they find me embarrassing!
By the way, no wasps were harmed in the writing of this article…
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New Year is often a time when we want to start anew – and throw out the old.
But it’s not just a time for re-invention. It’s also a time to cherish the old treasures within us; to rise above petty things; to improve what we can and — above all – - a time to embrace ourselves with all our faults and wonderfulness.
Do you make resolutions at this time of year?
I don’t… because they go in one year and out the other!
I seem to have attracted some new readers.
They are faceless, of course,
But not shy about telling the world exactly what they think!
Only one question remains: how did they know I was slightly mad?
A while ago, back in March, I seized the chance to see some exotic and unusual creatures in a cold climate…
First off were some joyful creatures from warm countries. They didn’t have any difficulty adapting to the icy conditions over here. Indeed, they seemed to thrive in the cold!
Others were born on the ice – and graced us with their orange synchronized dancing..
And then, just when we thought we’d seen the best, magical winged creatures flittered and fluttered about, making proud parental hearts burst with pride.
If we can’t go to Madagascar, then the next best thing is to bring Madagascar to us!
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Post number 400 in about 20 months…
So, I thought I’d make it a wheely good one!
Have my bad puns tire-d you out yet?
Feel free to celebrate with me and add your own bad jokes…
Her heart was torn in two…
Someone had separated her from her one true love.
She gazed out of the window and longed
… and longed…
… and longed.
Thinking only of his return.
When, oh when, would they be re-united?
Free to dance and whirl together
Little did she know that it might take a while…
And now… just in time for the start of a new school term … and as light relief amongst all the boring lovely snow photos I keep on posting…
May I present the teapot that performs complicated calculations while making the perfect cup of tea?
This is a true story that one of my friends recounted last Christmas. In fact, I think the story is so funny that it deserves to be shared with you all again.
My friend (N) and his family adopted a rescue dog from Ireland a while back: an English staffie (Staffordshire bull terrier) with the sunny disposition of a dog without a care in the world, and the energy of a circus troupe of toddlers on a sugar high!
One day last winter, I was walking in the woods when I was knocked over by a compact barrel with legs, a veritable cinnamon bun with the sheer power of a tank!
My friend, N, told me this funny story about how the Staffie had embarrassed him over Christmas. He had to nip up to the shops for some emergency food and decided to take Staffie with him for the exercise.
When he got to the supermarket, he started tying her up as usual on those doggie loops they have outside the shop. Suddenly, without any warning, she jerked the lead off the loop and made a mad dash for the shop, winding N in the process.
He sped after her, only to find her with her front paws inside the first set of automatic doors and her bum firmly outside. (It should be mentioned that there is a kind of airlock system in the shop. The first doors let you come into the lobby where you can pick up the shopping trolleys and baskets. The second set of doors open up to allow you entrance to the shop itself.)
“Gotcha!” he cackled and made a flying leap at her. Just then a large lady laden down with goodies activated the second set of doors – the ones that allow hungry dogs access to paradise!
The dog dashed triumphantly through these doors, violating every known (and unknown) Swedish health regulation (and probably all the EU ones, too!), careering past the fruit and veg as fast as her little legs could carry her and right to the back of the shop. Where she stopped. And stared. And drooled and drooled in front of the delicatessen counter.
Red-faced, N finally caught up with her, grabbed the lead and started pulling her away. Just like the sword in the stone, she refused to budge. By now, both N and Staffie had bulging eyes and pools of saliva were congealing on the floor. In the end, he had to pick her up and walk back to the doors through the whole length of the shop. The whole shop stared and tutt-tutted.
He tied her up and went back inside to buy the single item on his list.
As he waited in the queue, he could hear a weird howling sound every time the doors opened.
Silence when they shut. Then WHOOOO! HOOO! again. Poor kid bawling its eyes out, he thought. Only to have it dawn on him that it was Staffie, making a noise that she has never made before or since.
His red face turned purple, then puce. He could hear people thinking, “That’s why people like him shouldn’t have dogs like that!”
And that, dear readers, is what the smell of Christmas can do to a dog!
(These pictures are courtesy of Google and not actually photos of the dog in question.)
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Who says Scandinavians don’t have a sense of humour?
(I found this gem on the Internet, but with no information as to who the photographer is. Whoever you are – I thank you for making me laugh!)
I know the title sounds like an Abba song… but this is my very last post about my birthday. I promise!
I just wanted to say a huge enormous glittery THANK YOU to my insane kind friends who organized a party at their house, cooked all the food and then cleaned up after we had all gone home. It was no mean feat considering the kids outnumbered the adults….Did I mention how crazy wonderful they are?
I even got a delicious chocolate cake – and a royal crown and wand. I kicked off things nicely by asking everyone to address me as Your Majesty for the entire evening…
I may have got a bit carried away waving my wand around and ordering people to obey me! Not all the adults thought it was fun to hop backwards on one leg while holding their noses and trumpeting like elephants. (Not really sure why – because it was hilarious to watch)…
I thought I detected some quiet mutterings wondering whether I had just turned 50 or 5.
Or, as the oldest anklebiter put it, “You’re really getting in touch with your inner child, mama!”
Even Dark Lords have to have a day off from doing evil deeds and trying to take over the world!
Why yes – you’re looking lovely today!
We could all do with a compliment now and then – so remember to pay yourself one today, and to be kind to others.
Motto of the day: Don’t be yourself today – be someone nicer and more compassionate!