SATURDAY’S SCRIBBLING

Posted by: ann on: 28 April 2007

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Watch out, baby alert… “here I come!”

Dancing in the sand – move over Michael Flatley

Like father, like son

The saga of the ballsThursday: none
Friday: 1 large yellow, 1 large orange, 1 small orange
Sunday: 2 more yellow, 1 frisbee
Monday: expected gardener ~ he didn’t show, huh! Called him, he claims he was either behind a bush or up a tree… hmmm
Tuesday – Thursday: NO balls
Friday: a little voice calls my name… please can I have my balls?

Little darling comes into my garden and throws them back himself. Seems this time he only knocked one over; his father did the rest! Say no more!Saturday a.m: 1 frisbee

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Oh my word it has been a hectic week. The wedding plans are not exactly going to plan, despite a very expensive wedding planner. Jamie must call me on average, at least ten times a day. I don’t really want to talk about it as my hand instinctively reaches for another chocolate. Under stress, I eat! You see in addition to the wedding, I am planning to host the next night too. It will be Friday night, Shabbat and it will be something known as Sheva Brachot, seven blessings for the chatan and kala, the bride and groom. It is a lovely thing to do… please read the link.Then, to top it, I had my first sortie for ‘the dress’ with my aunt and my mother. I must go alone. I must go alone. I must go alone. We really went for mother, but of course I tried on a couple, well a hundred, outfits. I do not believe there is a lightweight, suitable for hot humid weather, evening dress that exists in the world that I will look even half decent in. I am rather too short and dumpy to do the floaty look… kinda makes me look shorter and dumpier, even with killer heels.

However it didn’t seem to stop me spending a small fortune on other, clears throat, must haves for the summer. In the pursuit of the perfect sandal (not for the wedding, stum, just because…) I found a most beautiful pair of bright coloured pumps to die for. They are now mine! But, I still need sandals. Well need is a strong word. Want, maybe. Would like. I think John Lewis in Bluewater have magic mirrors… everything I tried on looked good. I even bought an evening outfit for another wedding in Israel a few days later, except I don’t have the right sandals and bag… hmmm!

This is a good friend of mine… we’ve known each other since babies. It’s a sad story with a happy ending. Many many years ago she and her husband and children made aliyah (emigrated to Israel) and tragically he became sick and died. Now at last she is remarrying a lovely lovely man (even though he is Israeli) and please G-d she will enjoy long awaited and well deserved happiness.

In the meantime I am trying to read everyone’s blogs and by the end of the day I shall be commenting everywhere. Today I seem to have found my voice. I have even managed a couple of twee poems of my own (don’t hold your breath) and posted one from REH’s Singers in the Shadows.

Thank you Queenie and Annelisa for the, erm.. kind (I think) nomination for this award. They have amazing blogs oh, and for your information, they are fellow Brits… yeah! We rule! I’m not too au fait with the rules; I think I’m supposed to nominate five more, and I really don’t know where to start. I don’t do, ‘doing as I’m told’ and ‘following rules’ that well. Annelisa did a crafty, but it must have taken her an age… she nominated everyone she knows, bless her. I shall put my thinking cap on, seeing as it is a thinking blogger’s award. Certainly Queenie and Annelisa who have been nominated themselves, are worthy recipients; their blogs are brilliant.

My entry into blogging was through a tiny thing for Vincent D’Onofrio, well a passing passion, a mild mania maybe, a fanciful fixation, a foxy fascination, okay okay, an overwhelming obsession. Still there are some great blogs dedicated purely to the man himself… even I succumbed to opening one, albeit I post sporadically. It would be unfair of me to nominate any one of them, as they are all great and since this is the Thinking Bloggers Award, Vincent is the only thing these blogs think about… I am not complaining. I love them all.

Anyway as time moved on, my blogging wings spread to other interests and I have got to know the most amazing individuals; people I would love to meet face to face and one day hope we will. Working alphabetically down my links.

Axe: Axe has been through hell and back. Her prose is dark and menacing. Nothing I could possibly emulate; her writing sends thrills and chills through me. Unfortunately she is not able to post as she once did, but hopefully one day she will again.

Brian: Brian is my muse, my inspiration. He says he doesn’t suffer fools gladly; well he puts up with me. His photography is suberb. His writing is diverse; it’s a constant source of surprise and pleasure. He has taught me so much. Visit him and you will learn everything about him… and more, trust me.

Cathy: Cathy is a new friend on the blog; her writing is rich in prose and verse and about her life in Greece. She writes something called 55 flash fiction, I think. It is very clever. Her blog is insightful and witty and she has another one reviewing vdo films.

Rose Dewy Knickers: If you get to know Brian, you have to get to know my sassy sistah Rose. I won’t even attempt to tell you anything about her; she has her own manifesto that tells it all. Her writing is superb. Her poetry goes from strength to strength. Her interviews are funny and entertaining and not to be missed.

The Rev Dr. Kate: Kate is awesome. Words are not adequate to express how she manages her life as a single-mother, priest and student (yet another doctorate is on the horizon). Her blog brings sanity to the insanity of this world. She doesn’t preach; she doesn’t rant. Her words are wise and to the point and, where her family are concerned, often injected with much needed humour.

Post Secret: Not a blog to post comments, but one worth visiting for something interesting, sometimes sad, often humorous… very different.

Trinity-Star: Another Brit… woo hoo! Always a joy to visit with exquisite photographs, thought provoking quotes and amazing poetry.

Tom: Another joy for poetry and photographer lovers. Tom’s is another ‘must visit’ blog for me. He calls it his “Creativity Blog” … it certainly is full of his wonderful creations.

In truth I could list so many more… these are just a few of my ab fab favs, but everyone I have linked is an ab fab fav and the list is always growing.

My other dear muse had to have words with me again. Look at that face; how can you not love him? And isn’t he just gorgeous when he’s angry. He’s a little upset that I haven’t told everyone about his and mrsbg’s whole night at the latest New York hotspot. I grovelled a little; I promised I would get on the case; he forgave me. Guess I’d better do something about it!
Now on to the next topic that is bugging me. The joke and the cartoon are self-explanatory and as far as I’m concerned d-i-e-t is a dirty four letter word.

DEFINITION: Bathroom scales
Equipment which only seems to work correctly when one holds on to towel rail, stands on one foot and leans hard to the left.

Right, must get my act together. Going to visit my friend who had the foot surgery. It’s a beautiful day here. I do not drive on a Saturday and it’s a good 45 minute walk away. If I have one bad habit… well guess I have many, I am a very very poor timekeeper. I don’t know about Greenwich Mean Time; I run on Ann Mean Time. All my clocks seem to be set at different times and I don’t have a clue which one’s right. Not only that, I don’t care. There is only one place I clockwatch; yes, at yawn, yawn, yawn, work. I don’t mind getting in early; I don’t mind a short lunchbreak, but at the end of the day, I am watching the hands move slowly slowly to the top of the hour.

Bye-bye. Wishing you all a wonderful calorific weekend.

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