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Do you know what my favourite things were when I was a kid?  Okay, one of them anyway.  Lucky Bags!  They were so not worth it but I loved them!  The title just gave me a flashback of them, sorry!

 I have to say a couple of things today!  I was on Cavantucky and was directed to a Google alternative.  If you want a more Irish feel to your searches please try Doogle, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on!   Pleeeeeease take a look at it, pleeeeeease 😉

Next on the agenda is Cardiogirl!  If you haven’t already, check out her blog and take a little look and a listen to the audio comment widget.  I beg of you, leave a voice message!!  I got such a kick out of that thing yesterday, I’m lovin’ it!  I was so hyper yesterday and I still haven’t calmed down!

 I can’t even think straight now, I completely forget what I had intended to blog about.  You lucky things, you!  Erm…OH!!  Mr. Claire is sort of hinting at coming around to the baby thing, of course you all will be the first to know 😉  I don’t mind waiting a little longer for Number Three though so I won’t be mad if he still wants to wait a while.  Um…The Princess now has eight teeth, four teeth came down together, the poor little thing and The Little Man has now decided that Spiderman boxer shorts and a pink hairband are stylin’!

So, that’s all for now…if I remember what the hell I was going to post, I might do another waffle session later.  Take care everyone, hope you all have a beautiful day 😉


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Santy Is Chasing Me, Leggit!

People keep telling me how many days and weeks it is until Christmas.  I keep ignoring them.  People are mean.  Big….meanies.  I don’t want to know it’s nearly Christmas.  I don’t want to know that I’m not prepared.  I don’t want to know that I won’t be prepared even if I start shopping now.  This very second.  It won’t make an iota of a difference.  I’m already screwed. 

 Every ad break panics me a little bit more.  In the evenings, every second ad is for a child’s toy, an expensive one, like a lifesize doll house that could realistically not fit comfortably in most homes.  My home is not most homes, a normal sized doll house wouldn’t fit in this hole.  During the day, every single ad is for a child’s toy.  I dread it when my son wants to watch Spongebob because the ads on Nickelodeon hypnotise him into a wide eyed trance only to be broken by the sound of his drool hitting the floor.

 I would spoil my son if I could.  By a lot of people’s standards he is spoiled but I mean really spoil him.  If I had the room, I would buy him a room full of toys for Christmas but the more I buy, the more his favourite toys need to move on elsewhere.  For his first Christmas, we bought everything, even though he was only 5 months old because it was his First Christmas.  For his second Christmas, we bought everything because it was the First Christmas He Could Walk.  For his third Christmas, we bought him everything because it was The Last Christmas He Would Be An Only Child.  We always find an excuse.  This year he will be three, his new sister will be 10 months at Christmas.  So, it will be her First Christmas, her First Christmas She Could Walk and his First Christmas As A Big Brother and First Christmas He Was Potty-Trained.

This puts pressure on me.  A lot of it.  Because I am the one that has to watch him every day.  And her for that matter.  I have to watch his big blue eyes light up at the sight of every single ad break, have to hear him get completely hyper because he is looking through a toy catalogue.  It is I who has to figure out what toys he likes the best when he seems to be completely, head over heels with every single one.  It’s tiring.  I always need to pick presents that aren’t too big. 

I have no idea what I’m getting my daughter.  It won’t matter because she will be only interested in the toys her brother has anyway.  I’m definitely getting her a doll of some sort because I’m pretty sick of playing trains and running around the flat pretending I’m a car.  Yes, you heard me, I play.  My son even gets me to sit on his trike while he stands in the basket/carrier thing at the back and makes me push us around.  I can’t use the pedals…I’m small but I’m not that small.  Mr. Claire has often caught my son and I looking guilty because we both know I’m far too grown up to be cycling a trike around in a tiny circle with my son whooping on the back of it.

Yesterday, we discovered that my son had broken  my digital camera.  I am upset about that because that means I won’t have one by Christmas more than likely.  But it gave me a kickass idea.  I’m going to get my son one of those kids digital cameras that you can bate off the walls and it won’t break.  It better not break anway, that’s all I’m saying.  Not looking at any toymakers in particular.  It’s perfect for his obsession with taking photos of his feet, my hair, his Thomas the Tank Engine trains and the television.  He’ll have great fun trying to take pictures of everyone during Christmas.  Hopefully not me.  Maybe I can set up some sort of drunken blackmail scheme with the help of my 3 year old and his toy camera, help pay for him to go to college.  So his “big” present will actually be something small.  Unless he discovers that sending a letter to Santy could nab him something cooler and louder and bigger and more expensive. 

I’ve already gotten a lecture from “Granny” threatening me to bring him to see Santy this year.  *Guilty Secret No. 1,000,931 – I have never brought my son to see Santy*  I’m sorry about that, I meant to but the time just started speeding up until it was already Christmas and I had no money left!  I hate when people tell me to do something that I already know I should be doing.  It does nothing but make me feel guilty.   So…I guess it serves its purpose, damnit.

Does anyone else use Feedburner by the way?  I know that’s drastically off topic but it’s pissing me the hell off.  It’s not working right at all.  Nobody’s feeds seem to be updating and if they don’t update I forget about them unless I see them around somewhere and that’s so irritating.  I end up missing out on something important, or funny, or, I don’t know, just stuff.  I like reading people’s blogs in the order they write them and I just want to know if it’s just my problem or if everyone is finding it dodgy lately. 

 By the way, Merry poxy Christmas.  🙂

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New Stumble Upon Fan

It’s just about 4am, my son isn’t long in bed because his Dad gave him lucozade while I had a nap and that he was insane all night, bless him.  In an attempt to get him to go to bed, I turned on the laptop, hoping that he would get bored of me not giving him attention and feck off to sleep.  Have I ever mentioned I’m a great mother?

I didn’t have anything to do so I downloaded the StumbleUpon toolbar.  I have it on my pc but I’ve been using the laptop a lot now and I’ve wanted to Stumble things but didn’t know how without that toolbar.  So, freshly downloaded, I decided to use that button that brings you to sites that have already been stumbled.  I’d never actually used that feature before.  It was a mistake.  The first like four or five pages that showed up were all things that could amuse a three year old and keep him awake even longer.  I know I was trying to avoid playing and entertaining him but if I come across something I know he’s going to love, I just have to show him.  I ended up making him his own little folder.  For about an hour, we played with these pages, he was actually in hysterics laughing.  That kind of high pitched almost a scream type of laughter.  The extra shrill variety.  My neighbours really hate me, I wonder why?

 First, it was the sheep and the tranquilizer darts, it’s meant to test your reflexes, it’s fun but annoying because apparently I need to improve, maybe I should go get a coffee.  Get yourself a coffee you dumb sheep.  Son, the sheep want to go to bed, say bye bye!

Then we moved on to the juggling stick man.  That was fun.  The first two times.  Then it got boring pretty quickly but three olds like to repeat things, over and over and over and over and over again.  Oh, but son, he’s sooooo tired from juggling, I think I hear him snoring already, night night, wierd juggling man.

 Next up, flying a helicopter.  It’s quite a fun, simple game that my son absolutely adored.  He is seriously going to be wrecking my head to play it again tomorrow.  Of course, he kept holding his finger down on the button and crashing the thing straight away but apparently, that was why it was fun.  Ah.  It took quite a bit of persuading him that it was the helicopter’s bedtime.

We moved on to the singing horse thingies.  I think they were horses.  He thinks they’re horses.  And they sing.  There are four of them and you click on them to make them sing together or separately or whatever.  It was funny too, at first.  He thought it was hilarious.  He actually went to the press to get himself a packet of biscuits and settled down on the sofa to watch them like it was a television programme.   I raised an eyebrow and he put them back, but not before he hid a couple behind his back, why does he think I can’t see him??  It was a mutual agreement that the horses were tired.

We also found a cute little painting site.  It’s just a simple art pad but it’s nice.  I liked it.  He made a brilliant drawing.  The laptop has a touch screen so it was sort of like finger painting for him.  I kinda pressed the wrong button and lost the link to his picture so I can’t show you, I’ve been trying to find it but I can’t 😦

All worn out by his first expedition online, he is now tucked up in bed.  Woo!  (Did I cheer out loud?)

I found a couple of sites that amused me too.  One is a list of actual amusing exchanges between pilots and control towers while another is of stupid things said in court.  Both made me laugh.  I also saw an intriguing site called Post Secrets.  People mail in their secrets, how cool is that?  It’s like being able to read minds or something because people send in their guilty secrets, things they can’t share with anyone.  It’s a bit freaky that way.  I thought it was good though, I read a couple that stood out, one was a picture of a baby and on it said, “It makes me feel ugly when people are surprised that she’s beautiful”.   It’s the first time I’ve heard of it. 

I am now a fan of stumble upon.  I can see myself becoming addicted…I must remember not to crack out the running sheep, crashing helicopters or wierd singing horse/cow mutant things just before bedtime.

 I really should go to sleep and stop fluthering around on the Internet.  That reminds me, I saw my blog stats, someone found this blog by searching for the word fluther, I thought that was funny.  I better check that it doesn’t mean something else outside of where I live 🙂

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It’s a Small World

It’s the weekend and I’m feeling pretty pleased with myself because I finally got stuck into my NaNoWriMo novel and started to catch up on the recommended wordcount.  Although my ego sort of deflates a little when I log onto the Irish section of NaNo and realise that so many people are reaching the halfway mark (how, damn you, HOW?) but at least I’m getting there…

 I think that I’d be getting through things a lot quicker if I didn’t have crappy broadband.  It’s really slowing me down, especially when I’m trying to look at my favourite blogs.  I can’t even watch YouTube videos, normally I wouldn’t care but now I have two reasons.

 Reason One:

I have a classic clip on my Bebo page of my 11th birthday party.  It’s incredibly embarrassing.  We headbanged to NoNo by 2Unlimited…a lot.  The party lasted for 8 hours and that song was played for about six of those hours.  Funnily enough, that was the last birthday party I ever had.  So, whenever I want to be bitchy and laugh at people I went to school with – I can’t.

 Reason Two (and pretty much the point of the title):

Recently, my mother found a new family member in England.  My mother can’t even send an email yet she managed to find a relative that we didn’t know existed on the Leeds United site.  Apparently, this man left a comment about his father, who just happened to be my nanny’s first cousin (don’t know what that makes him to me but I’ll be calling him a cousin regardless).  So she gets in contact with him, and discovers he has a son too, nice to find new family.  Anyway, the cousin tells her that he sings and writes songs and she keeps saying, hey, that’s just like you – for the record, I do NOT sing and I wrote a song for school when I was in 5th class, so there – and he has his videos on YouTube but I can’t play them.  So if any of you ever take a look, let me know if they’re any good.

 Anywho, it IS a small world and isn’t it amazing how much smaller the internet makes it. 

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BlogCatalog and Squidoo

Are any of you on BlogCatalog?  If not, you should join, I’ve found some really great blogs on it.  There are groups and discussion boards so you will probably find something that you’re interested in. 

 I signed up at Squidoo yesterday.  I’m not quite sure if that’s a good thing.  I used to work at home freelancing as a ghostwriter mostly.  I did a good few articles for internet marketers who then used the articles on Squidoo.  I always like to know what happens to the things I sell.  I am surprised that someone would pay for another person to write their lens but whatever floats your boat.  You must be getting a lot of traffic and royalties if you’re depending on buying articles for your lenses.

I’m a bit unclear on how it works over there so if anyone can help, that would be fantabuloso 🙂

I’m not sure whether you write a whole load of different lenses on the one subject or whether you just keep adding to the one lense whenever the mood and inclination takes you.  I have a tendency to sign up for things and forget about them – I have accounts everywhere – so I’m hoping that blogging about stuff will keep things in my head for longer.  It’s true what they say, you DO get stupider after you have children.  I used to have a great memory now I struggle to remember what day of the week it is.

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