Showing posts from August, 2011

The Photo Gallery - Animals- its all quackers

I'm joining in with The Gallery and this weeks theme is Animals.
We took this picture last week on trip to Riddlesden Hall. Whilst feeding the ducks, my darling stepson decided they needed to have all the crumbs that were in the napkins, so waving them i took the shot...To me he looks like a duck traffic controller!

Why not dig deep in your animal pics and join

Silent Sunday


Poetic Thursday

I found this poem whilst doing research of one of my OU tma's. I found the 'story' to me heart touching and so real with todays life.

Mothers day - inspiring story about mother( an inspiring motivational story )A man stopped at a flower shop to order some flowers to be wired to his mother who lived two hundred miles away.
As he got out of his car he noticed a young girl sitting on the curb sobbing.
He asked her what was wrong and she replied, "I wanted to buy a red rose for my mother.
But I only have seventy-five cents, and a rose costs two dollars."
The man smiled and said, "Come on in with me. I'll buy you a rose."
He bought the little girl her rose and ordered his own mother's flowers.
As they were leaving he offered the girl a ride home.
She said, "Yes, please! You can take me to my mother."
She directed him to a cemetery, where she placed the rose on a freshly dug grave.
The man returned to the flower shop, canceled the wire o…

Silent Sunday


Poetic Thursday

Not quiet a poem this week, rather nore of a quote. Anyone that has seen coach carter will know that this is where it is from.

Our deep­est fear is not that we are inad­e­quate. Our deep­est fear is that we are pow­er­ful beyond mea­sure. It is our light, not our dark­ness that most fright­ens us. Your play­ing small does not serve the world. There is noth­ing enlight­ened about shrink­ing so that other peo­ple won’t feel inse­cure around you. We are all meant to shine as chil­dren do. It’s not just in some of us; it is in every­one. And as we let our own lights shine, we uncon­sciously give other peo­ple per­mis­sion to do the same. As we are lib­er­ated from our own fear, our pres­ence auto­mat­i­cally lib­er­ates others.

A rite gud ole natter!

Ive been slacking big time for the past few weeks! Had so much to do and not enough hours in the day.
Finally only 3 weeks till the little darlings go back to school. I CANT WAIT! don't get me wrong they have their moments when they can be really good but whether its just me (I'm starting to think so) but i clean one room, go to clean the next and the first room is a bloody mess again!

Routine goes wooooosh straight out the window. No more up early for school, breakfast, hands, face teeth and dressed. Coming home from school and making sure their bedrooms are tidy. Bedtime at 8:30! Now its get up when they feel, play on computer or read till lunch then get dressed etc once theirfriends come to play and no bed till 9pm +

So only 3 weeks left...

Well nothing much has been happening in the gud ole Smith household. Have taken up to baking in huge amounts lol, Ginger biscuits and strawberry flavoured buns along with an eve's pudding were on the menu the other day, however with …

Poetic Thursday

I love shakespeare and have done since i was first introduced to it at school, so it seems fitting to include one of his sonnets

Sonnet 29 When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes

When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

Silent Sunday


Poetic Thursday

I thought i would keep in with The Gallery's theme this week and dedicate my poem to Birth. I wrote this poem when i first had my son. OK so its not about the birth of him...but it was the birth of him that gave me the opportunity to write it. Does that make sense lol?

A life Story

If time could tell a story, i wonder how it would be.
If each and everyone should tell theirs, then the whole wide world would see.
If i told mine to you today this is how it would be.

Not so long ago in a house i lived, with 3 sisters and a bro, A mommy and step daddy whom loved us so
In this house lived a man. A nasty man was he
He hurt me bad, that made me sad, but a secret it should be.

He did things that made me sick, feel dirty all the time
And no on came to help me, because i showed no sign.

Then i grew up, a big girl now was i
And i told the whole wide world about this nasty guy.
Nothing good could come from it, i knew that from the start
But at least the hurt and pain had stopped, or at least a little part


The Gallery - Birth

The birth of my son is one that i don't often think about. It wasn't enjoyable or a nice time for me. Strange i hear you say, most people cant wait to meet the little person that has been growing inside them for 9 months. I was scared, alone and single!.

Here is my son born 9/1/2003 at 19:49pm. He reminded me of a Capuchin. The monkey, how they would lie or sit with their hands on top of each other.

The birth lasted 21 hours. I had no idea what was happening. It started early hours, back ache and a little stomach ache too. A bath eased it and i went back to sleep, woke and hour later with more pains, drifted back off, rinse and repeat.

At 7 am i got up and rang my mom. After moving to a new town some 20 miles away from my family, the 'father' of my child having ran away to America to marry someone he met on the Internet to return 3 month later and abandon me in this town. Anyways i rang my mom who suggested i ring my midwife as it sounds as if I'm in labour. I cant be…

Moody monday..or just a plain bitch?!

It's Monday! I woke at 5am to get Dh up for of the nice things i like to do and also the fact he is such a heavy sleeper i don't think even a nuclear bomb would wake him up, i have tried everything trust me. I remember a good friend bought us an alarm clock that was as loud as a grenade...even shaped like it come to think of it! you can check it out here. SO then luckily for me i was able to go back to sleep. Woken an hour later (7am) by my fertility monitor wanting my daily temp..drift off with the stick in my mouth. BEEPPPPP. Remove stick and drift off.

8am..Kian come in requesting permission to watch tv downstairs. Sorry for his behaviour last night...A total different blog..dont get me started!

Crash..screams...banging....time to get up i think.

So. Im grumpy, have tummy ache which has set up home the past few days! I've been peeing on a stick for the past 3 weeks and NO OVULATION!!!!!! Tcc is such hard work.

So is it lack of sleep (i think i had plenty)...?