Christmas is Coming.

I've spent the last two days buying lots of Christmas stuff, some of it necessary and some of it tat. The tat I love best. I got this absolutely tacky reindeer in TKMax - he's soooooo Christmas, made from some kinda metal or iron or something he's standing upright wearing clumpy santa claus style boots and has on winter woolies - stripey scarf and mitts,( painted metal ones of course! ) he's holding an Ivy wreath which says welcome and from his antlers are dangling little multicoloured jingle bells. I cant wait till I can put the Christmas decorations up this year - it must be new house syndrome or something - my mums been asking if Ive had a brain transplant cos Im usually Mrs Bah Humbug right up until Christmas eve and then I chill and start to enjoy it - but this year Ive got ten coming for Christmas dinn er and Im looking forward to it and Ive started buying stuff already. Cant wait. Im gonna try holding off till Monday and then do it while the kids are at school. I must take a picture of tackyclaus and blog it - I bet you'll all be running down to your nearest TKMax to get one too!

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Christmas is coming......

Really looking forward to Christmas this year, its our first in our new house and our first together ( officially ) usually we spend most of Christmas together then eat with our separate families. Anyway - this year its at OURS How weird. And we've got family coming, there'll be ten of us so Im kinda nervous about it, also theres the making sure that everything is gluten free so I dont have to cook separate meals, hopefully the gluten free stuff will taste so good no one else will notice they're eating gluten free food and enjoy it anyway. I've already planned where Im gonna have the tree and what we're gonna eat, now I just have to work out where the hell we're getting seating space and eating space for ten people!

some holiday snaps - me and my best girls.

its been a long time

since I blogged. thankfully theres no one actually reads these things so no worries there. no pressure. Ive no idea why i came here today - other than i was reading over at Sloe wine - one of my favourite blogs, and remembered I actually had one of my own. So much has happened since i last blogged, i may just take entries from my website and copy paste some of them.....
only i could find a lazy way to blog. my best friend used to say if theres a shortcut to something maggie'll find it - she still phones me looking for quickie solutions to those things we can never be bothered doing....

some quick catch ups -
the gym - down from five times a week to maybe two, three on a good week!
the wedding in Ireland - absolutely fantastic, best wedding Ive ever been too,long to revisit Dublin.
the cat wars - still in full force, not a clue who's winning, but they are both getting less interested since the start of the november rain.

My friend who writes the crazy poetry cack sent me a poem she wrote for her daughters 17th birthday - heres a wee look

My Greatest Success

my greatest success wears a lip ring
proudly - declaring her independance
possibly from me, or maybe just
whatever

she colours her hair black, emulating emos
but blasts life and happy into everything
the dusty sills fear her passing
more than sunshine

the girl with five colours in her heart
has only one door thats closed
one street we can't walk - alone
or together

she knows exactly where lifes going
but she might just miss the bus
having ten more minutes sleep -
pray she'll always have a next one

her special, special pulls my words,
tugs them to my throat
until im choking on the glad
unable to swallow - killed by the static.

S.K. 21-11-06