Saturday evening saw me standing on the platform at Aldershot station, waiting for a delayed train to get me to see the Egales,
I noticed a young man with a perfectly toned body white lacost trainers, white teeshirt, caryring a large rucksack. His hair was sunbeached and his skin tanned, WIht well trimmed hair it was pretty obviouse to me that this boy of about 19 was a member of the armed forces.
The thing that totaly shocked me was when I looked into his eyes his soul was damaged, they had the same lack of sparkel as s child who has been sexualy or physicaly abused,
What are we doing to these boys?
Wooohooo its Christmas soon,
1 child off school sick the 2nd taken into school late,
Rotavator man has had to go and see his mother in Hampshire we can work out whether it is pixies or fairies waiting to take her away, It was suggested that he didn't take the present up thier as she may give them away!
Cakes marzipaned ginger bread house will be baked today with sick child, not properly ill child just very white and tired.
this weekend is going to be great fun , 2 godmothers 7 children (evne though 2 are grown up they are still children and will always be on grand mother one grand father and 3 dogs off to the carol sevice ast 4.00 in Ross- will anyone set the person in fronts hair on fire,
Choristes party tommorow that should be fun. New vicar well they have just promoted the curate with is a brilliant movwe as she is great,.
Boy wonder sang in the Messiah last nihg WOW
End of term on THURSDAY yeeee haaaaa
I hadn't realised that I have been so busy, until its almost 3 months since I've had a good blog.
But there are no smalll amusing things happening on a regular basis, combine that with 2 children and a husband that seem to have been grafted to the computor.
work goes on, supporting a child with special needs. Each week we have to go swimming, i am uncomfortable with the JW father that accompanies the class to act as a chaperone in the male changing room.I have to swim with the child so he sees me in my coozy. He is very short and a single parent, reminds me of a Jack Russell, thankfuly he has not attemped to mate my leg .
This morning I got up early and took Bruce my westie out for a walk along the banks of the river Wye. It is SO beautiful here, made more stunning by the fact the banks this weekendend are adorned with the bodies of FIT HEALTHY young men stuffing food down their necks like it going out of fashion. It is Reggata wwekend here in Ross-on-Wye thses mean burn up calories at a rate of knots,
I walked back behind a group of theses lovley beautiflu men with their girl friend who also had bodies to die for and flowing hair like adverts for a posh shampoo, I NEED to take up rowing so I can have a mega bod and can stuff mars bars and cakes.
But this weekend I shall be manning the tea tent, looking homely.
This evening we are going to wacth the children in 12th Night Part. of the Ross live activties
there are so many great things to do here and NEVER enough time to do them.
yahoooooo, I have actualy got into the site and can blog. It's ages since I have been here.
School hoildays yipeeeeeee.
Children are at Drama club so this is my first day to my self since July 20th.
Aldershot was horried we went there at the weekend, it was grim full of gangs of youngsters.
Ross-on -Wye scandle invoving the church and a couple who do lots of fund raising for the church has been in the Daily Mail (look up Janet & Nick) on google.
Have now explored some very beautiful bits of Wales and there are some very nice Welsh people.
Porth Cawl is lovlely and has a great beach for people wiht dogs at Newton, The Brecaon beacons are stunning but I did get lost trying to fins a friends new house ( didn't help I was convinced her house was pink and it wasn't.
This weekend is the Ross-Reggata and my son is rowing in it.
Small Daughter has passed her grade 2 clarinet with a distinction. what a clever sausage.
I am tackling publisher hahahah.
This funny was sent to me and I feel the need to share the stich it has given me from laughing so much
> Wax is NOT your friend!
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>CAUTION: Be prepared to laugh out loud...I laughed till I almost cried
>as I could just see this happening! And thank goodness I didn't think
>of it first!!
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>All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises of easy,
>painless removal - The epilady, scissors, razors, Nair, and now...the
>wax.
>My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner,
>play with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in
>my mind for the next few hours: 'Maybe I should pull the waxing kit out
>of the medicine cabinet.' So I headed to the site of my demise: the
>bathroom.
>It was one of those 'cold wax' kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you
>just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel
>them apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull
>the hair right off. No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I'm
>not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough to figure this out.
>(YA THINK!?!)
>So I pull one of the thin strips out. It's two strips facing each other
>and stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in
>so I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. ('Cold wax,'
>Yeah... right!)
>I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight and pull.
>It works! OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I
>can do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-rah, fighter of
>all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire.
>With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I sneak
>back into the bathroom for the ultimate hair fighting championship.
>I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet. Using the same
>procedure, I apply the one strip across the right side of my bikini
>line, covering the right half of my hoo-hoo and stretching down to the
>inside of my butt cheek (Yes, it was a long strip) I inhale deeply and
>brace myself....RRRRIIIPPP!!!!
>OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!! I'm blinded by the pain !!!!.... Vision returning, I
>notice that I've only managed to pull off half the strip. CRAP!!!
>Another deep breath and RRIIPP!! Everything is swirly and spotted. I
>think I may pass out... NO! must stay conscious...Do I hear crashing
>drums???
>Breathe, breathe..OK. OK, back to normal.
>I want to see my trophy - a wax covered strip, the one that has caused
>me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in
>the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip!
>There's no hair on it. Where is the hair??? WHERE IS THE WAX???
>Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the
>hair. The hair that should be on the strip. I touch tentatively. I am
>touching wax. CRAP!
>I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now
>covered in cold wax and matted hair. Then I make the next BIG
>mistake...remember my foot is still propped up on the toilet? I know I
>need to do something. So I put my foot down.
>DANG!!!!!!!! I hear the slamming of a cell door.
>Hoo-Hoo?? Sealed shut!
>Butt?? Sealed shut!
>I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and
>think to myself, 'Please don't let me get the urge to poop. My head may
>pop off!'
>What can I do to melt the wax? Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!!! I'll
>run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse the
>wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off,
>right???
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>WRONG!!!!!!!
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>I get in the tub. The water is slightly hotter than that used to
>torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment. I sit.
>Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued together
>is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the
>tub...in scalding hot water, which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax.
>So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had
>cement-epoxied myself to the porcelain!!
>God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago to have a phone
>put in the bathroom!!!!!
>I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some
>secret of how to get me undone. It's a very good conversation starter -
>'So, my butt and who-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!'
>There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal
>but she does try to hide her laughter from me She wants to know exactly
>where the wax is located, 'Are we talking cheeks or who-ha?'
>She's laughing out loud by now...I can hear her. I give her the rundown
>and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box.
>YEAH!!!!! Right!! I should be the joke of someone else's night.
>While we go through various solutions I resort to scraping the wax off
>with a razor. Nothing feels better then to have your girlie goodies
>covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and
>then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!!
>By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I'm
>pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this
>event.
>My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving
>grace.... the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax. What do I
>really have to lose at this point? I rub some on and ..
>OH MY GAWWWWWWWD!!!!!!!
>The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out of my
>friend.
>It's sooo painful, but I really don't care. IT WORKS!! It works!! I
>get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up. I
>successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief
>and despair...
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>THE HAIR IS STILL THERE.......ALL OF IT!!!!!!!!!!
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>So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing hurts. I
>could have amputated my own leg at this point.
>Next week I'm going to try hair color......
>Now that's funny... NOT!!!
>Send this to any ladies that need a good laugh.
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