I know I know.......

I know I keep going on about then, but my doggies are so cute! When we first got Mel we had to teach her how to play because she'd only ever worked - even when she was a puppy. Toni had been in a lovely foster home before he came to us so he was more playful from the off. It's almost one year after we got Mellie and they've just been romping aroung the house chasing each other. I love it so much when they do that (they normally just sleep - which of course they've gone back to after being knackered from playing for a couple of mins!). So maybe you can't teach an old dog new tricks (they don't come unless there's something edible in it for them - or maybe they're just learning by example from me), but you can teach em' good ol' fashioned fun!

I can't wait!

I'm getting so excited about John coming home - he's been away five weeks now and is due back on the 4th of April. I can't wait to see him - it's the holidays from uni as well so it's a doubly happy time! I'm planning to get some of my essay done before he gets home - but who am I kidding - I've got my eye on a recipe for gingerbread cake with lemon icing - it's just asking to be eaten. I've ordered some pastisserie cook books which I'm really excited about - I keep thinking how nice it would be to own a little french style pastisserie - but really I just want to eat all the cakes myself. Maybe I just will.......................................

All's quiet on the Whimsy front

Well what can I say - it's very quiet here! John's most of the way through a seven week work trip so I'm missing him heaps (but not his mess - why is it six times as tidy when you live alone?), and I can't wait for him to come home around the 4th of April.

The doggies are doing well - Mellie's just doing her own thing and Toni's still looking out for anyone who may be up to anything naughty. He's developed a bit of a disliking for hoodies - can't tell if he wants to eat them or not due to his muzzle, but there's a lot of staring with intent! I was out with the dogs at about half ten the other evening when we came across a group of about twenty to thirty yoofs loitering in the street. Now I actually don't mind yoofs that much - I figure they're mostly bored kids who're all talk, no trousers and trying to conceal a middle-class upbringing with rap-speak. So I didn't cross the road I just walked through them all (don't tell John - he hates yoofs and fears for my safety!). It was like Moses parting the Red sea - seems like yoofs are scared of big dogs with muzzles and a rather psycho stare (not that you can blame them). So I've decided that to combat old people being too scared to leave there homes due to gatherings of young people, the Government should issue each pensioner with a greyhound. This will be great on three levels
i) Greyhounds are great pets and very gentle/lazy - which is perfect for the more delicate older generation.
ii)most people don't know that grehounds are soppy, so they cross over the other side of the road when they see them coming - as a result little old ladies will be less likely to be mugged.
iii) because most people are scared of greyhounds a significant number of ex-racers are destroyed - by allocating them to the elderly they can enjoy their retirement together! This would also help with lonliness amoungst the elderly.

Also we wouldn't need so many bobbies on the beat - reducing the cost to the tax payer (although I actually think there should be more Police pounding the pavement!(my what a lot of alliteration))

Well that's my mini rant over and done with - if you do want a greyhound - and I would highly recommend it - check out the retired greyhound trust - they're good for more than scaring hoodies! (greyhounds that is - not the trust - althought they may have a militant branch - I don't know)

I wonder if this plan will be more popular than the one I had where all pensioners should be moved to India where their pensions would stretch further and the warmer weather would be better for aches and pains? Grandma and Grandad weren't too impressed with that plan - I wonder what they'll think of their new pet!!!

Freedom at last!

At last the exams are over and I have the rest of the week minus work to chill out and relax! I stayed in bed till late morning reading my book and it was fab - amazingly when I got up I found that my lovely hubby had done all the dishes and tidyed/hoovered the whole house (well except 'the room') So I'm having a great day already! Just off for a walk with Doggies and Hubby in the snow - should be fun because the snow makes the Doggies all excited and springy! Sometimes it's just great to be alive!

Scrapbook? I think not!

Not that I was slagging off scrapbookers, but I don't have a scrapbook! I have a book that I stick interesting things wot I've cut out into, but it's not scrapbooking! There's no stickers or fancy paper finishes. No writing in special script written in special ink pens. There is ripped bits of paper, with sellotape! I don't put things in regularly - I put a picture of a bath in about three months ago and a picture of a kitchen about a year ago. How can that be a scrapbook? It's hardly a regular habbit! And yet Fran has decided that I am a 'scrappy scrapbooker' and is teasing me relentlessly. I tried saying it was a 'style file', but she wasn't having any of that! Oh well - it'll just have to be my dirty-little-not-so-secret. There are worse things to have than a scrapbook I guess - I hope!

Any Excuse!

Why is it that when you've got to do something you don't want to do - like write an essay or revise - you'll do almost anything rather than the task in hand. It's very nearly exam time so Fran and I spent over an hour looking at the statistics about Iran, and American Geography. This then became a guessing game about the size of American states. I'm studying Primary Teaching with Linguistics (nothing to do with Iran or America) and Fran's doing Law (nothing to do with Iran or America). It's ridiculous - even cleaning the oven is looking more attractive than doing some uni work.
However, today is the day I knuckle down and get stuck in. I've been saying that all week, but today I really mean it. I'll get started right now.......just as soon as I've checked my email and investigated the Huf Haus website - what can I say?

Mmmmm

Well a Happy new Year to all - and may 2007 exceed all your expectations for being truly fantabulous. I welcomed in the New Year with Hubby and another couple who live out at Tarland - it was a quiet affair, but suited me down to the ground - I must say I'm not much interested in drinking too much to stand, followed by ill-considered gyrating. However, if that's your bag baby please continue - tho preferrably not in my line of sight. Also if you require an ambulance trip, hospitalisation or Police intervention of any kind - you really should pay for wasting their time - and feel much shame.
I digress. The celebratory meal for John and the Parents went very well. A good time was had by all and everyone seemed to enjoy the food; inspite of the rather sinister blue gravy. Now I can cook and cannot think of a good reason why my gravy was blue - there was definately no blue string ala Bridget involved! It tasted ok anyway and that's the main thing. Once transferred to the gravy boat it was a more sage green than blue - and for some reason eating something green was less disturbing than eating something blue. The Goose tasted very nice and Delia and I managed to put our previous differences aside to produce the desired Prune and apple sauce for on the side. Infact the sauce was very good cold with the left over Goose the next day. There is something truly wonderful about leftovers and re-heats, especially with gravy - doesn't need to be blue.