SpaceDad...

It was my wedding anniversary yesterday... so SpaceDad and I dumped the kids off on SpaceNan and decided to go out for a meal...we are unbelievably disorganised and it really didn't enter our heads to book, so over 2 hours later after being told there was anything from a 40 minute to a 2 hour wait for a table, we decided to grab a KFC and drive 10 miles to Gloucestershire's answer to Primrose Hill to have a picnic.  The chicken was cold, the Pepsi was flat and my dessert was melted...but it was lovely.  We got the picnic blanket, sat on the hill and looked over the county.  We sat there enjoying the silence after having the kids at home for 4 weeks, I thought this is great, we are at that stage in our relationship where we don't need to communicate, we are just content to be in each others company, not speaking, just enjoying being there with each other...as I looked over to Spacedad...I saw him lying on the floor, fast asleep, with his mouth open and a great blob of mayonnaise hanging off his lip...

I do love Spacedad, he's a great dad, he's easygoing...everyone likes him and I truly have never met anyone who can make me laugh like he can, he does has his faults, and these are changeable depending on my mood, at the moment as I think of him, there are only two....

Spacedad Fault No 1 :  Spacedad is  music snob, he will examine everyone on their musical tastes and if there is so much of a hint of anyone liking Phil Collins, Simply Red, JLS, Black Eyed Peas etc etc...(I think you get my drift), then I see a look of distaste coming over his face and then I know the debate about music is coming...The Faces, Hendrix, The Clash, Foo Fighters, Rolling Stones, Zepplin, Alabama 3, these apparently are the some of the bands the youth of today should listen too.  I'm not sure his friends would listen to him as much if they realised that I walked in and caught him doing the running man to MC Hammer in the kitchen one day.   I think he would leave me if I told anyone...

Spacedad Fault No 2 :  If you do have to clear your ears out with cotton buds...and you do have to put them into the toilet...then you need to flush that toilet.  I hate walking into the bathroom in the morning and see little white sticks in the toilet with neon orange ends...it makes me gag.   I may have to start fishing them out and sewing them to his clothes...maybe that would teach him a lesson.

All in all, I am very lucky to have married such a fab man, and he is stupendously lucky to have me...don't cha think? :-)

I'm back!!

You have to love the Great British Summer, at the moment I'm either looking on ebay for a boat to get up the high street because of the torrential rain, or I am contemplating stripping naked and running around the garden to get some breeze to the parts other beers can not reach (?!?)  I can assure you...this wouldn't be a pretty sight.

Lots has happened...SpaceNinja got his first girlfriend...it lasted a whole 3 hours, in this time they had decided they were going to marry and have 2 sons called Steve and Bob, he then dumped her because she was cheating on him with Tom from up the road...Oh to be 10 again!!

I have been teaching Spacegirl the intro to Madness One Step Beyond...she has got it to a tee, although she has been prancing around singing it over and over for the last 3 days with her pretend saxophone.  I'm not sure what is worse, this song or the 'God isn't dead, no, he is alive' hymn that she had learnt at school...

My eldest son, well I haven't seen him much this hols, he has either been shut in his room playing on the xbox, or hanging around the BMX jumps looking at 'fit girls'.

I went to a festival last weekend with Spacedad, its a little festival near us, so we managed to get a babysitter and off we went for the weekend.  We assumed it was more for people our age as a lot of the bands were fairly old...we were mistaken.  When I was a lot younger, a festival meant cider and a crafty smoke of weed...Not anymore, we were camped in a field surrounded by 18/19 year olds doing 'baloons'.  Now after a bit of enquiring we were told that the balloons were filled with Nitrous Oxide and were filled by a whipped cream canister (far too complicated for me) anyway we were camped in the middle of this field and all weekend, all you could hear, all night were people filling these balloons.   Psssssssssssssssssst Psssssssssssssssst....really all night.   It was like being held hostage all weekend in a Quik Fit Tyre Centre.

Spacedad and I let them get on with it, and got wonderfully drunk on the local cider.

Hope everyones having a great holidays so far! :-)