Call me crazy

There is a kebab shop up the road, which i pass at least once a day. Anyway they have pictures outside of the delicious food they serve, when I say delicious I really mean disgusting. Anyway for example chicken, chips and drink £4.50.

But the picture I most like is titled meat, rice and drink £3.00.  Now call me fussy but I would like to know what type of meat I am buying before I hand over my money, even if it is only £3.00. Who buys a mystery meat for £3.00? Answer, a very drunk person.

About my head

forgot to say when i went for my swimming lesson i put on my swimming cap and it snapped.  I tried to tie it on the side but it look ridiculous so I had my first swimming lesson with my hair in my eyes.

I came home and told jamie that my swimming cap had broken because it was old and the chlorine had made it distintergrate. He looked at me with pity and said 'It's nothing to do with your massive head then?'

cheeky bugger.

R.I.P Pop

We got some sad news on holiday our much loved Pop died suddenly from a stroke. He was a good friend to Jamie and I.

He was a surprising guy Frank, as soon as you thought you knew him he would pull a story out of his hat about a person, place or something he had done that you never knew before. He saw a lot in his life and made some great achievements of which I think his children, grandchildren and great grand children were one.  I saw him treat everyone with respect, even when they sometimes didn't deserve it and he had a quiet wisdom that comes with age and making a few mistakes.

As soon as i met him I felt like he was my grandfather and we loved him so much we gave Mackay his name because we wanted to honour him and now every time I say 'Mackay Frank', which I say a lot because I like to use his middle name for discipline related issues,  it makes me a little bit sad but hopefully one day the sadness will go to be replaced with happiness. But for now we miss you pop and I wish I had the chance for one last conversation.

Fun times in italy

We had a lovely relaxing holiday in Italy, but man the italians are too relaxed and i found this a bit annoying which undid my relaxation somewhat. Apart from on the roads on which they turn into maniacs, have accidents and then make people almost miss their flights which makes some people (e.g. me) turn into a screaming maniac which is not relaxing for husbands.

And I ate so much I have almost put back on all my baby weight, so am back to the gym and the diet, hardcore, no mucking around.

so below are lots of pictures of our fun times, I won’t caption them because it’s obvious guys, get with the programme. Apart from to say Jamie’s particular favourite is the one of mackay with the tennis racquet and ball. He thinks we have the next Federer on our hands.

Also did I tell you that my goal before the next baby comes along is to do a triathlon. It’s a  great goal two things are preventing me from doing this, one I can’t swim, two I can’t ride a bike. Neither of which are very cool things to admit.

Anyway I have started swimming classes and the instructor, who is like a Spanish James Franco, said I was the best in the class and gave me a high five, which isn’t saying much as there was one guy in our class that needed five noodle things around his waist and he still wouldn’t take his feet off the ground. Also my sister told me that me nephew’s swimming instructor gives him high fives, which made me feel a  little lame.

Anyway first lesson down and hopefully by the end of the term I can do one of those turn things at the end of the pool, Jamie said a flash turn thing doesn’t mean you are a good swimmer. I said no but it looks cool and at the end of the day that is what I am aiming for.

I have no idea how I am going to learn to ride a bike, I don’t think they give classes in that.

xxx

he speaks

Mackay now says three words. Woof which sounds like wo, moo which sounds like mmmmm and no which sounds like NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!