tag:nonnyspage.blog.co.uk,2009-11-21:/MokoFeed2009-11-21T05:44:29+01:00tag:nonnyspage.blog.co.uk,2008-01-18:/2008/01/18/the_wanderer_returns~3595504/nonny2008-01-18T12:55:11+01:002008-01-18T13:15:12+01:00 <p>Hubby is coming home for the weekend today and I’m dead excited!!</p> <p>Baby E has her new dress on especially.</p> <p>I was going to cook him a nice meal with all the trimmings but I can’t be assed so we’re getting a takeaway instead but I’ll let him watch Wheeler Dealers (which is the most stupid program in the world ever that some idiot actually took time to make and thought it was good) whilst I do all the ordering and everything.</p> <p>Ooooh, I’m such a good wife.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://nonnyspage.blog.co.uk/2008/01/18/the_wanderer_returns~3595504/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:nonnyspage.blog.co.uk,2008-01-16:/2008/01/16/long_time_no_see~3588190/nonny2008-01-16T22:52:33+01:002008-01-16T22:52:33+01:00 <p>Hey, guess what y’all, Nonny’s back!</p> <p>Mostly because hubby’s away for 6 weeks so I need some form of entertainment on these lonely evenings but also because I missed you all too!!</p> <p>I’ve spent most of the last ten weeks cleaning up poo and it’s been great. My right shoulder constantly smells of baby sick and I have to keep my nails filed short and sometimes I even forget to put on make up in the morning but it’s all good, I’m having the time of my life.</p> <p>My wee angel is sleeping through the night, she’s really very advanced for a 10 week old, her favourite colour is pink, she likes shiny things, Topshop and going out for lunch with the girls. It’s quite clever for a 10 week old to have a favourite colour wouldn’t you say.<br> She was quite distressed today because she’s grown out of her favourite trousers but she soon cheered up because mummy’s new Ugg boots were delivered and I promised her we could go to Mothercare and get a matching pair for her, hers will be fake of course but hey, she’s only 10 weeks old, she totally understands.</p> <p>Chip of the old block huh.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://nonnyspage.blog.co.uk/2008/01/16/long_time_no_see~3588190/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:nonnyspage.blog.co.uk,2007-11-26:/2007/11/26/title~3355506/nonny2007-11-26T17:55:59+01:002007-11-26T17:58:08+01:00 <p>Hi All</p> <p>Apologies for not being a very good blogger but I've been kind of busy.</p> <p>Eilean Rachel Abdy (thats pronounced Ale-an for all you non scottish folk, it's a gaelic word meaning island) was born on Sunday 4th November weighing 7lb 8oz. She has beautiful blue eyes and lots of wavy dark hair.<br> Her big brother is delighted with her, hubby is completely smitten and I'm just totally in love with her.<br> We are all completely knackered but extremely happy.....and my jeans fit again, what more could you wish for!</p> <p>Maybe at some point in the next 5 years I'll get round to blogging again!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://nonnyspage.blog.co.uk/2007/11/26/title~3355506/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:nonnyspage.blog.co.uk,2007-06-04:/2007/06/04/title~2392979/nonny2007-06-04T15:26:22+02:002007-06-04T21:55:55+02:00 <p>Ok,I've been tagged to to give 7 random facts about myself. so here goes:</p> <p>1) I have a habit of saying really dumb things, My brain doesn't connect to my mouth quite a lot of the time.</p> <p>2) I once won an award for the most sales in the North of Scotland when I worked for a bank, I got a really crappy certificate in a cheap plastic frame and I think i threw it straight in the bin but if it moves, I can sell it a credit card.</p> <p>3) I do a brilliant impression of a blow up doll, it's my party piece, honestly, I rock.</p> <p>4)I've been barred from the kebab shop out side our local nightclub, it wasn't entirely my fault although I was a bit drunk but I think the guy behind the counter was just a bit sensitive, anyway, I'm allowed back in and he loves me now so all's well that ends well.</p> <p>5)I once did some modelling for a Harris Tweed catalogue, I know, I know. If you Google Alice Starmore, In the Hebrides that's me on the cover with massive hair looking like a bit of a tool with the most disgusting outfit you've ever seen in your life on.</p> <p>6)I have a bit of a thing for distinguished, elderly gentlemen with white hair and beards, not like Father Christmas beards but Kenny Rogers beards, sometimes they don't even need to have a beard, I just want to sit on their knee and hug them, I can't help it.</p> <p>7) My friends and family are the most important things in my life and I love them so much.</p> <p>I'm not going to tag anyone because as usual I'm last and I think everyone has done it already. I know I'm slow but don't pick on the pregnant chick.</p> <p>I'm going now to write a proper post and read what everyone has been up to which i haven't done for ages.<br> XX</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://nonnyspage.blog.co.uk/2007/06/04/title~2392979/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:nonnyspage.blog.co.uk,2007-04-02:/2007/04/02/where_s_my_waist_gone_and_who_stuck_a_pa~2020543/nonny2007-04-02T16:48:57+02:002007-04-02T16:48:57+02:00 <p>This pregnancy stuff, man, it’s hard work! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://nonnyspage.blog.co.uk/2007/04/02/where_s_my_waist_gone_and_who_stuck_a_pa~2020543/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:nonnyspage.blog.co.uk,2007-03-26:/2007/03/26/drum_roll_please~1977562/nonny2007-03-26T11:33:54+02:002007-03-26T11:33:54+02:00 <p>Hi all you guys.</p> <p>Well, I pretty much haven’t written anything on here for the last 6 months or so, so for everyone that hasn’t deleted me from your friends list, thank you, and for those of you that have, I don’t blame you, I would have deleted me too.</p> <p>Anyway, I’ve got some big news…………..I’m pregnant!</p> <p>I’m really, really happy and even though it’s quite early and I’m not really telling anybody yet I’ve just gone and told the whole darn internet and I feel a whole lot better now.<br> I was never any good at keeping secrets anyway.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://nonnyspage.blog.co.uk/2007/03/26/drum_roll_please~1977562/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:nonnyspage.blog.co.uk,2006-11-06:/2006/11/06/title~1300908/nonny2006-11-06T11:29:02+01:002006-11-06T17:04:06+01:00 <p>Right, the self pitying moaney, whining crap is over with.</p> <p>I had a massive clear out this weekend, honestly, housework is therapeutic, I feel so much better now, plus you can actually walk into my bedroom and see the floor. It feels sooo good.<br> I was ruthless, I even tidied out my make up which turned out to be a brilliant idea because I found 2 brand new Benefit lipsticks and my sparkly Christian Dior lip gloss in the silver box with Swarovski crystals which I thought I’d lost.<br> Tonight I’m going to tackle my bags and shoes……..which may take some time!</p> <p>It was my birthday last week and I was 31. 31 is so much worse than 30. I am really having trouble accepting the fact that I’m slightly over the hill now and maybe I should throw out anything with a hemline above the knee and maybe it’s time to stop pretending I’m a grown up and actually be a grown up.<br> My son made me feel really old yesterday in the car on our way to MacDonalds when he asked me what my favourite toy was when I was a little girl and I told him I liked Barbie dolls and he was shocked and said “but they didn’t have Barbies when you were young did they” at which point I burst out laughing and said “of course they did” to which he replied “Oh right, but they were all wooden weren’t they”?<br> At which point I burst out crying.<br> Well not really but my hysterical laughing turned into a kind of strangled squealing sound and I realised my 9 year old son thinks I’m ancient.<br> So to make myself feel better I said “Ryan, I’m not that old you know, I’m younger than your friends mums”<br> “No you’re not, Ben’s mum is only 29”<br> (So now I’m getting desperate)<br> “Oh right, well I bet she’s fat though”<br> “Not really she’s well thinner than you”<br> By now I had lost the will to live and when we reached the drive through and he wanted a McFlurry for his lunch I didn’t have the energy to say no.</p> <p>I suppose there’s always Botox. (and Slimfast).</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://nonnyspage.blog.co.uk/2006/11/06/title~1300908/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:nonnyspage.blog.co.uk,2006-11-03:/2006/11/03/she_s_off_again~1292090/nonny2006-11-03T16:13:57+01:002006-11-03T16:13:57+01:00 <p>Ok, I’m going to moan now, just because I can.</p> <p>I have had the mother of all crappy weeks, I came back form holiday all chilled and then when I came back to work it all went pear shaped. Basically something that I had been working on for a good month has been cocked up because of someone else’s error.<br> When I say working on what I mean is busting my ass, losing sleep, putting in extra hours and now it’s buggered.<br> I am so disillusioned right now and I know I’m being a moany cow but I just don’t care.<br> Ok. I feel better now.</p> <p>I know I haven’t posted on here for ages and probably nobody even reads this anymore because I’m just the miserable one who disappears for ages and then comes back and whines about crap that nobody even cares about but hell I don’t even care.</p> <p>I’m going to go kick something.</p> <p>Then I’m going shopping.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://nonnyspage.blog.co.uk/2006/11/03/she_s_off_again~1292090/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:nonnyspage.blog.co.uk,2006-10-28:/2006/10/28/aye_up_peeps_i_ve_been_on_holiday~1271810/nonny2006-10-28T19:50:17+02:002006-10-28T19:50:17+02:00 <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=918219"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/219/918219_3c343d1ba2_s.jpg" alt="holiday 081" title="holiday 081" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=918220"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/220/918220_5a1c8b7762_s.jpg" alt="holiday 122" title="holiday 122" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=918221"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/221/918221_15604f8db6_s.jpg" alt="holiday 089" title="holiday 089" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://nonnyspage.blog.co.uk/2006/10/28/aye_up_peeps_i_ve_been_on_holiday~1271810/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:nonnyspage.blog.co.uk,2006-10-01:/2006/10/01/nonny_s_adventures_in_wonderland~1177867/nonny2006-10-01T16:56:36+02:002006-10-01T16:56:36+02:00 <p>You know what, I went to the conference in Alton Towers and had a blast!</p> <p>I really, really didn’t want to go and trust me, I tried so hard to get out of it but in the end I just thought “right, sack up ho, pack your bags, drive down there and sit in your hotel room for 2 nights being miserable and eating chocolate”.<br> I was booked into a Travel Lodge which is ok, but they are really basic and this one didn’t even have a decent restaurant next to it, it had a Little Chef……Little Chef (aka Little Thief)….these guys are even worse cooks than I am.</p> <p>So my first night was pretty miserable and I even considered getting in the car and just driving home again but I stayed and went to the conference the net day, which did I mention was at ALTON TOWERS. How cool is that.<br> The conference was pretty rubbish to be honest but I met some really nice people. After the first day we all went for a drink in the bar where I was moaning about my crappy hotel room so this lovely wee man who was organising the conference scammed me a free room in the Alton Towers hotel. Room service, Sky TV, free shower gel, I was like a pig in mud and I didn’t even have to pay a penny. I was so chuffed and I got to go to this big gala dinner they were having in the hotel with a big swing band and this crazy wee American magician who tried to stick me in a box and cut me in half. No word of a lie.</p> <p>It’s a long story but basically when they were practising his wife wouldn’t fit in the box and because I’m pretty small he thought, “you’ll do” so I had to climb inside this big wooden box whilst he shoved a big sheet of metal and a hollow tube through.<br> He made me promise not to tell how it’s done so I won’t and besides he was a nice wee man, if a bit crazy and he did give me a stuffed fireman bear afterwards so I couldn’t possibly reveal his secrets.<br> So anyway, I was inside this box thing and he was shoving great big sheets of metal through and shouting “guide the blade, guide the blade” which wasn’t an altogether pleasant experience if I’m honest and his wife was outside yelling<br> “You ok in there honey”?<br> “Um…..no”<br> “Ok. Great”<br> Hello! I’m being cut in half by your husband here, I’m not enjoying this!<br> She was a lovely lady but she was one of these people who just smile all the time when they’re talking, which just isn’t normal.<br> Turns out however that I was too big for the box. When he tried to shove the hollow tube through he couldn’t get it past my head. I’m 5 foot 2 and weigh 7 and a half stone, this box was built for an 8 year old child. Luckily there was none of these running around or he would probably have grabbed it and tried to decapitate it with his great big hollow tube because you could see he was getting desperate by this stage.<br> My moment in the spotlight was snatched away from me. Damn shame.<br> So instead I sat up in the bar with all the other guys till silly o clock in the morning drinking things with cherries and umbrellas in them and yes, I was the last in the bar. I’m hardcore me.</p> <p>The next day we got free priority passes into the theme park which was ace because we didn’t have to queue at all, we just waltzed past waving our V.I.P passes whilst everyone gave us dirty looks and we just glared back with our “don’t you know who I am” looks.<br> I was so proud of myself. I went on every single ride. Last time I went to Alton Towers I queued for an hour and a half for Nemesis only to chicken out just as I was about to get on. Hubby has never let me live that one down but one in the eye to you pal because I went on every single ride.</p> <p>Admittedly I kept my eyes closed on every single one and I only went on because I had gained a bit of a reputation for being pretty much game for anything, you know, with the being cut in half thing, and I didn’t want to destroy the illusion but that’s beside the point. I still did it. I was so proud of myself.</p> <p>So Alton Towers was pretty much brilliant. I had such a good time I really don’t know what all the moaning was about.</p> <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=858587"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/587/858587_9bb0cb1d65_s.jpg" alt="ddd 135" title="ddd 135" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><br> <em>Don't mess with my bear, he's a fireman!</p> <p></em> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://nonnyspage.blog.co.uk/2006/10/01/nonny_s_adventures_in_wonderland~1177867/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:nonnyspage.blog.co.uk,2006-09-21:/2006/09/21/i_m_having_a_wee_tantrum~1147486/nonny2006-09-21T16:02:27+02:002006-09-21T16:02:27+02:00 <p>Help, help, help. I have to go to a stupid conference next week and I don’t want to go!</p> <p>Well, actually it’s not stupid, it’s kind of interesting really………..and they are having really good speakers…………..and it’s being held at Alton Towers………and you get free entry into the theme park……………..which all sounds great but I just don’t want to go!!</p> <p>I already told work I would but I JUST DON’T WANT TO….</p> <p>How am I going to get out of this one?</p> <p>Any ideas anyone?</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://nonnyspage.blog.co.uk/2006/09/21/i_m_having_a_wee_tantrum~1147486/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:nonnyspage.blog.co.uk,2006-09-06:/2006/09/06/a_bit_pukey_but_it_s_true_so_i_don_t_car~1102131/nonny2006-09-06T14:50:54+02:002006-09-06T16:12:36+02:00 <p>I have absolutely no inspiration today whatsoever so I’m going to tell you a story.</p> <p>Once upon a time there was a girl, 21, lets call her Nonny, and a boy, 24, lets call him Hubby. Nonny met Hubby and knew from the first time she spoke to him that she was going to marry this man. Plus she had been secretly lusting after him for months and using her crafty womanly wiles she engineered a meeting and the poor man had no chance.<br> So the young couple fell in love (he had no choice in the matter) and were blissfully happy together, he was gorgeous, kind, funny, intelligent and he had a pretty cool car too which he later had to sell because VW Golf Convertible with no boot space whatsoever and prams just don’t mix.</p> <p>Nonny’s parents however were not so chuffed with her choice of beau, for various reasons they were not happy at all. They wanted her to marry a nice island boy and build a house next to theirs and not move to the big bad mainland (which I would quite happily have done because I could stay on that island for the rest of my life and never want to leave) but horror of horrors, Hubby was not a nice island boy, he was a nice boy but not a nice ISLAND boy and he was only in the flipping air force which meant Nonny could have ended up in the ass end of anywhere, which I did a couple of times and it wasn’t fun.</p> <p>Anyway, Nonny and Hubby got fed up with the moaning and thought “Stuff this” so they ran away. They eloped and got married in Cyprus without telling anybody. It was the most romantic thing in the whole world and I have never regretted doing it for a single minute. Nonny wore a pretty white dress and Hubby looked so handsome in his suit and she thought her heart would burst from the sheer happiness and she knew she would be with this man for the rest of her life and even though sometimes she could cheerfully pound his head with the nearest sledgehammer, she still knows she would die without him.</p> <p>So Nonny and Hubby returned to Nonny’s island where they were pretty much the major gossip for all of 2 weeks until someone ran over a sheep or something and everyone, including Nonny’s parents realised how happy the couple were and gave them their blessing (and now they flipping love him, he can do no wrong).</p> <p>7 weeks later Nonny found out she was pregnant! Oh yes folks, it gets better….17 weeks pregnant!<br> Hubby got posted and Nonny had to drag her big pregnant ass down to Northumberland. She was so homesick, she missed her friends and family so much and her old job and her beautiful, beautiful island.</p> <p>9 weeks later Nonny went into premature labour. Nonny Junior was born on October 26th 1997 at 26 weeks weighing 1 lb 11 oz.</p> <p>Nonny knew she was pregnant for 9 whole weeks!</p> <p>My baby was so tiny. Hubby could fit his wedding ring over his arms and legs, you could see through his skin and he sounded like a baby bird when he tried to cry. He was this tiny, wrinkly, bald, skinny little thing but right from the beginning he was beautiful.<br> He had tubes and wires everywhere, the special, tiny premature nappies came right up to his armpits, he was covered in fluffy downy hair and he was the most beautiful thing I have ever, ever seen.</p> <p>I remember one day standing by his incubator and this nurse saying to me “it’s such a shame, you want a normal baby you can cuddle and show off don’t you” and I just thought, you stupid stupid cow, how dare you talk about him like he’s a disappointment and as if I would swap him, he’s perfect and he’s mine and I wouldn’t trade him for the world</p> <p>Now Hubby can be stubborn and Nonny is the most stubborn person ever and Junior displayed this trait from the very beginning. He was determined to live and grow stronger and he overcame every single hurdle thrown his way. He was truly a miracle. Nonny and Hubby were so blessed with this amazing little man. Within a few hours he was breathing for himself which meant his lungs were not damaged by ventilators. He thrived and grew stronger every day and pretty soon he was allowed out of the incubator for cuddles and those precious, precious 5 minute cuddles a day kept me going when I had to leave him in hospital and drive home at night sobbing because I couldn’t take him with me.</p> <p>For 3 months Nonny and Hubby watched him grow bigger and stronger in that hospital and when eventually, he was allowed to come home, weighing just under 5lbs, well, what an amazing feeling that was and then all of a sudden it was 6 months later and he has turned into this big fat, jolly baby and life was good!</p> <p>And now, all of a sudden it’s 9 years later and he is this amazing little person and sometimes Nonny thinks “where did the time go” but she never, ever forgets to count her blessings and give thanks for all the wonderful things and people in her life (in between going shopping and getting drunk with her girlie friends).</p> <p>THE END</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://nonnyspage.blog.co.uk/2006/09/06/a_bit_pukey_but_it_s_true_so_i_don_t_car~1102131/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:nonnyspage.blog.co.uk,2006-09-04:/2006/09/04/reality_sucks~1095539/nonny2006-09-04T10:33:00+02:002006-09-04T10:33:00+02:00 <p>My holiday is now officially over. I’m back in North Yorkshire, sitting at my desk, looking at a pile of work and thinking about setting fire to the lot and going home!<br> My brain is still in holiday mode.<br> I have been here for 2 hours and the closet I’ve come to work is forwarding the vast amount of joke e mails I had waiting for me, 2 weeks worth. I have just realised the amount of time I actually spend abusing the e mail system and it’s a heck of a lot.</p> <p>I had an absolutely fantastic holiday. It was so good to be home with my family and friends.<br> North Yorkshire is ok but it’s not my island. The sea gulls don’t wake you up in the morning, you can’t drive 5 minutes and be at a beach, you can’t walk through town and know nearly every single person you meet and you can’t just be still.</p> <p>I love my life here, I love the hustle and bustle and I love my job but I’m always thinking about what I have to do next, planning for deadlines and trying to balance home and work and have enough time left for Ryan because I don’t want to be one of those mothers that’s always away working and can’t make sports days and parents evenings.<br> Ryan is the most important thing in my life and sometimes I worry that I’m not giving him enough. There is only so much of me to go round and though he will always have the biggest part, always, no matter what……but what if it’s not enough.</p> <p>I tell him every day how much I love him and how special he is but I just hope he doesn’t resent the fact that I’m not always at home like some of his friends mothers and I’m a rubbish cook and I’m a bit scatty and maybe just a bit crap.</p> <p>I think I just have the post holiday blues.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://nonnyspage.blog.co.uk/2006/09/04/reality_sucks~1095539/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:nonnyspage.blog.co.uk,2006-08-30:/2006/08/30/life_s_a_beach~1083078/nonny2006-08-30T17:38:39+02:002006-08-30T17:38:39+02:00 <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=787336"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/336/787336_d305250848_s.jpg" alt="2006_0830donnas0112" title="2006_0830donnas0112" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=787344"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/344/787344_067feec42f_s.jpg" alt="2006_0830donnas0091" title="2006_0830donnas0091" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=787346"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/346/787346_006baf116a_s.jpg" alt="2006_0830donnas0106" title="2006_0830donnas0106" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=787349"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/349/787349_5a73d02f26_s.jpg" alt="2006_0830donnas0063" title="2006_0830donnas0063" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=787350"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/350/787350_51596946a4_s.jpg" alt="2006_0830donnas0053" title="2006_0830donnas0053" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p>'nuff said. X </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://nonnyspage.blog.co.uk/2006/08/30/life_s_a_beach~1083078/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:nonnyspage.blog.co.uk,2006-08-29:/2006/08/29/i_m_on_holiday_ok~1079865/nonny2006-08-29T16:31:09+02:002006-08-29T16:32:14+02:00 <p>This blog is temporarily experiencing techncal difficulties (as in technicaly I am on holiday and can't be funked).</p> <p>Normal service shall be resumed once I drag my sorry ass back down south and wake up to the fact that yes, I do have to return to the real world and damn it, I actually do have to go back to work on Monday morning because I don't get paid for watching Jeremy Kyle and shopping.</p> <p>Luy ya<br> X</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://nonnyspage.blog.co.uk/2006/08/29/i_m_on_holiday_ok~1079865/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:nonnyspage.blog.co.uk,2006-08-24:/2006/08/24/a_post_by_nonny_jnr~1067101/nonny2006-08-24T23:50:54+02:002006-08-25T01:06:42+02:00 <p>Hey Boys and Girls</p> <p>We are officially on holiday so it's been left to me to keep the home fires burning. My mum is to busy with important holiday stuff like girlie lunches and hugging babies.</p> <p>Do you like my "I'm on holiday, don't mess with me" pose?<br> <a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=774554"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/554/774554_e65222fabf_s.jpg" alt="2006_0824donnas0001" title="2006_0824donnas0001" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><br> It took me ages to get that right. Some people might say the glasses indoors are a bit much but hey, when you live the life of an international rockstar like me you need to keep the image up, you know what I'm saying.</p> <p>Like I said my Mum's been busy cuddling Baby Leon..<a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=774575"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/575/774575_2469a96e33_s.jpg" alt="2006_0824donnas0023" title="2006_0824donnas0023" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p>I think all the cooing and kissing is starting to get to the kid now. I know how he feels!</p> <p>Ok, I admit I've been having a sneaky wee cuddle as well...<br> <a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=774581"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/581/774581_a2c25572f7_s.jpg" alt="2006_0824donnas0027" title="2006_0824donnas0027" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p>.....but mostly I've been guarding the perimeter, keeping the enemy out, you know what I mean. Hey, there's women and children in this house. Someones got to keep order around here.<br> <a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=774589"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/589/774589_8cba7d48ad_s.jpg" alt="2006_0824donnas0017" title="2006_0824donnas0017" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p>When I'm not doing that I'm pretty much pulling faces when I think nobodys looking..<br> <a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=774591"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/591/774591_8bd9b5fdb7_s.jpg" alt="2006_0824donnas0031" title="2006_0824donnas0031" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p>.....and looking cute with teddies and stuff<br> <a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=774592"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/592/774592_0a14ae0d92_s.jpg" alt="2006_0824donnas0032" title="2006_0824donnas0032" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p>My dad's coming to join us tomorrow, maybe he will help keep Mum amused, all that baby hugging has affected her brain because seriously, look what she's doing now<br> <a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=774596"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/596/774596_6d3b2f19f8_s.jpg" alt="2006_0427leon0002" title="2006_0427leon0002" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p>She best not come near me with that dress!!!!!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://nonnyspage.blog.co.uk/2006/08/24/a_post_by_nonny_jnr~1067101/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:nonnyspage.blog.co.uk,2006-08-16:/2006/08/16/a_good_weekend_was_had_by_all_well_me~1045281/nonny2006-08-16T22:27:35+02:002006-08-16T22:31:12+02:00 <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=749240"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/240/749240_14f703cde0_s.jpg" alt="donna 023" title="donna 023" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><br> I love you........No, I love you..........NO, I LOVE YOU!!</p> <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=749244"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/244/749244_0ccb483281_s.jpg" alt="donna 034" title="donna 034" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><br> She can dance, yeah she can jive, oooo yeah, having the time of her life........</p> <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=749255"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/255/749255_8d8e28ca41_s.jpg" alt="donna 050" title="donna 050" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><br> Spot the Nonny</p> <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=749256"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/256/749256_926fb0d73d_s.jpg" alt="Valentine 043" title="Valentine 043" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><br> If I just focus hard enough I WILL look sober!!</p> <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=749346"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/346/749346_910eb712bc_s.jpg" alt="Valentine 080" title="Valentine 080" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><br> No idea who you are mate, but your tie needs sorting</p> <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=756788"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/788/756788_2dfbb241fc_s.jpg" alt="Valentine 085" title="Valentine 085" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><br> Touch my drink and you die!! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://nonnyspage.blog.co.uk/2006/08/16/a_good_weekend_was_had_by_all_well_me~1045281/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:nonnyspage.blog.co.uk,2006-08-10:/2006/08/10/breathe_easy_amsterdam_brace_yourself_sc~1028168/nonny2006-08-10T11:06:54+02:002006-08-10T11:06:54+02:00 <p>Guess whose trip to Amsterdam was cancelled? Yes, mine!<br> To say I’m gutted would be an understatement. Nicola’s dog got run over and had to have an operation which cost 2 grand so they couldn’t come. We have postponed and are planning to go in a few weeks so that’s not too bad.</p> <p>My ma has been down visiting and she went home yesterday and I am going up north in a week and a half. Oh yes! I’m going home!!!!!<br> I’m going to spend a weekend in sunny Elgin where I shall be going out with the girlies, drinking fancy drinks with umbrellas in them and getting into all sorts of trouble. Ha ha, bring it on!<br> I go to Stornoway on the Monday and then a week later Hubby is joining me (just to make sure I actually come back).</p> <p>The wee man went up with my Ma on the train yesterday and I have to confess I cried at the train station even though I’m going to see him in a week and a half. I asked him if Baby Leon was as gorgeous as he looks in the photos and he told me “yes, but he doesn’t have any teeth”.</p> <p>That’s about it today because I have a meeting in half an hour which I have done absolutely no preparation for whatsoever and I’m just hoping it finishes by 1 because I’m going to get my eyebrows waxed.</p> <p>You have to get your priorities right! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://nonnyspage.blog.co.uk/2006/08/10/breathe_easy_amsterdam_brace_yourself_sc~1028168/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:nonnyspage.blog.co.uk,2006-07-26:/2006/07/26/look_out_amsterdam_here_i_come~989770/nonny2006-07-26T12:06:30+02:002006-07-26T12:06:30+02:00 <p>Guess who’s going to Amsterdam for the weekend……ME, ME, ME!!!!!!!!!!</p> <p>Am so excited, it’s not for another couple of weeks and I really don’t know how I’m going to wait that long.<br> Me, hubby and 2 friends are going on the party boat (party boat! How cool is that) we sail from Hull, it’s an overnight crossing and they have bars and nightclubs and cinemas and stuff and I think I’m going to burst I’m so excited.<br> I need to buy some new clothes!!!!<br> I need a boarding the boat outfit, I need a sipping cocktails in the bar outfit, I need a dining in the a la carte restaurant outfit, I need a comfy but cool touristy but with a European style slant outfit, I need some new shoes just because I do and I need some new luggage to carry it all in!</p> <p>Guess who’s going shopping…………ME, ME, ME!!!!!!!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://nonnyspage.blog.co.uk/2006/07/26/look_out_amsterdam_here_i_come~989770/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:nonnyspage.blog.co.uk,2006-07-20:/2006/07/20/c_a_is_going_home~974436/nonny2006-07-20T13:50:39+02:002006-07-20T13:50:39+02:00 <p>C A is one of my oldest and dearest friends. I love her. I know everyone loves their friends but I really, genuinely, truly love that girl.</p> <p>She and her husband live in Inverness in a lovely house and have great jobs, him in Community Service (he works there, not actually doing community service) and her some high powered Gaelic development role.</p> <p>They are amongst my favourite people in the whole entire world. </p> <p>And they are going home!</p> <p>They are both packing up their jobs and studying to become teachers, they are selling their house and moving back to Lewis.<br> It’s fantastic for them because they are going to be doing something they really want to and everything is going to work out and they are going to have fantastic careers and be so happy and it’s going to be a whole new start and I am dead chuffed for them because I want them to be happy and they both deserve it so much and I love them but to be honest, I’m a wee bit gutted.</p> <p>See, me and Hubby have this long term plan. We do another couple of years south of the border then we move back up north and buy a house in Inverness overlooking the Black Isle, I have a baby, Hubby retires from the airforce and gets a fantastically paid, interesting job on civvy street and everything’s hunky dory.<br> Except C A won’t be there now.<br> She’s my comfort blanket. And she’s leaving.<br> And I’m such a selfish cow for even thinking that.<br> I phoned Hubby to tell him the news and I cried and I want to cry now whilst I’m typing this.<br> We were supposed to live near each other and have babies at the same time and babysit for each other and go shopping together and moan about our husbands together. I never told her I’d planned her life out for her but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind and now she’s not going to be there and all my plans are ruined.<br> Who’s going to go make an idiot of themselves at Yogalites with me and join the gym and never go with me and who’s going to talk about which curtains I should buy for my new house for an hour solid me and who’s going to eat cheesecake and set the world to rights with me?</p> <p>But you know the worst thing. Everybody is at home now but me. My friends, my family, everybody. Except me.<br> Obviously I have friends that don’t live there (I do, honestly) but the ones back home, they’re the special ones. They’re the ones that know me so well, I share my past and my misspent youth with them, I’ve laughed with them, cried with them, grown up with them and I miss them all so much.<br> And they’re all there and I’m not.<br> Just knowing that is going to make it that bit harder to leave when I go back and it’s going to make me that little bit more homesick.</p> <p>I am such a selfish cow, I am happy for them I’m just a wee bit sad for me.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://nonnyspage.blog.co.uk/2006/07/20/c_a_is_going_home~974436/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:nonnyspage.blog.co.uk,2006-07-19:/2006/07/19/mice_moths_and_traffic_jams~971515/nonny2006-07-19T13:58:12+02:002006-07-19T13:58:12+02:00 <p>I got stuck in traffic for half an hour this morning on my way to work which wasn’t good because I was late anyway.<br> Half a flipping hour! If it wasn’t so hot my face would have been beetroot anyway because my blood pressure was hovering somewhere around 3000 on the Richter scale and I hadn’t had any breakfast.<br> Traffic jams, heat and hunger pangs are a bad combination on pretty much any day but today they were made even worse by the fact that I was stressed by the mouse!</p> <p>The mouse has been hanging around my house for the past 2 days, no fault of its own, it’s dead. It’s even deader now that I reversed over it with the car and then nearly stood in it.<br> Nobody wants to stand in mouse guts right but you especially don’t want to stand in mouse guts whilst wearing your new gold sparkly flip flops with the embroidered bit on the front.<br> Oh no, that is not a good situation to find yourself in.</p> <p>Luckily for me and my flip flops I noticed the various bits of mouse intestine and liver and what not spread all over the path before my feet made contact.<br> I would never have been able to wear my new gold sparkly flip flops with the embroidered bit on the front again.</p> <p>This is itself would normally not bother me, ok, I’m a wee bit squeamish (especially when it comes to mouse guts) but I’m a pretty laid back kind of person and hey, at least I’m not the one with my guts spread all over the path and tyre prints across my head. Right?<br> Except today, I was stressed by the moth!</p> <p>Hubby was away on Monday night and I had The Mother of all Moths in my bedroom.<br> I went to bed quite happily and was laying there admiring my new curtains and duvet cover and bamboo thingy hanging above my bed (Ikea, Ikea, I love you Ikea) and this big, mutant, freaky, massive winged beast of a thing attacked me and I was so scared I had to run out, shut the door behind me and sleep in the spare room.<br> When I went back in, in the morning there was no sign of it and then when Hubby came home I sent him in and he couldn’t find it either.</p> <p>But the thing is I know it’s still there. This thing is crafty, it’s lurking somewhere waiting for its chance and then it’s going to jump out at me and flap its wings in my face and I’m all scared and stuff so every time I go into the bedroom I have to arm myself with a big tin of Elnette hairspray just in case it pounces.</p> <p>Hubby told me they only live for a day and that it’s probably dead now but I think he was just saying that to shut me up and anyway, who wants a great big stinking moth carcass decomposing in their bedroom.</p> <p>Maybe they do only live for a day. I’m away to Google it…………….</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://nonnyspage.blog.co.uk/2006/07/19/mice_moths_and_traffic_jams~971515/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:nonnyspage.blog.co.uk,2006-07-18:/2006/07/18/i_am_mother_of_the_fastest_child_in_the_~968991/nonny2006-07-18T15:51:33+02:002006-07-18T15:51:33+02:00 <p>Sports day today. Sports day! 2 firsts and a third!! That’s my boy.</p> <p>Not only have I produced and raised a child genius (we got his report card the other day and he’s above his age level for maths, he doesn’t get that from me because fractions make me cry) but I have also raised a child of outstanding sporting ability.<br> Lets be honest, he doesn’t get that from me either because as Hubby says “you don’t really like moving unless you have to”.<br> He’s got a point.</p> <p>So I sat there, on the sports field, under a tree, with my sun hat, glasses and factor 50 cheering my wee head off. He only got a third because the wee boy (read evil little cheater or feel free to inset your own insult) beside him pushed him over mid race.<br> He would have come first otherwise, he had it in the bag.<br> I did a runner when they announced the mothers race was next.</p> <p>Today I am a very, very proud mother!</p> <p>It is so, so very hot today. I hate it!<br> I actually tried sitting out in the garden with Hubby the other day. He was basking in the sunshine (frying himself) and I was sat under a bush with a parasol a big hat, oodles of sun cream frantically trying to follow the shade around.<br> Honestly, I moaned and whined for about an hour before I gave up and went inside and when I complained that I was melting the only response I got was “really, I thought it was only when someone threw water on you that, that happened”.<br> My husband thinks he’s funny and he’s so <strong>not</strong>!</p> <p>Apparently tomorrow is going to be the hottest day in the North East for a hundred years. Good grief I wish it would rain.<br> Bah flipping humbug. (Or is that just for Christmas).</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://nonnyspage.blog.co.uk/2006/07/18/i_am_mother_of_the_fastest_child_in_the_~968991/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:nonnyspage.blog.co.uk,2006-07-11:/2006/07/11/isi_it_5_o_clock_yet~950977/nonny2006-07-11T11:54:53+02:002006-07-11T11:54:53+02:00 <p>I’m in the office today and I’m supposed to be working or something but seriously, it’s just not happening.</p> <p>I have this thing wrong with my eye, it’s all pink and swollen and I look like a pig! Yes I do! A pig with little squinty, pink, piggy eyes. I am NOT happy!<br> So I’m going out for lunch and then I’m going shopping and all will be right with the world once more.</p> <p>I watched the world cup final (don’t fall of your seat now) because I’m a good wife and I let my husband watch football and I even sit and watch it with him.<br> I tell you what, that ref was quite fit!<br> I honestly think that it was the first time ever in my life I have sat through an entire football match and now I know why, it was so, so dull, a bunch of stupid men kicking a ball around, what on earth is the point and who cares anyway. The fireworks at the end were quite good and it got a bit exciting when that Zinfandel guy head butted the other one and I just thought what an idiot but you know what, I heard on the radio this morning that the other guy insulted his mother and she is apparently seriously ill and was going into hospital so fair play to him. If it was me I’d have kicked him in the balls as well.</p> <p>The little man who sits at the desk next to me keeps talking to me. This shouldn’t be a problem because I love a good gossip at work and it beats the stuff I’m supposed to be doing but, and I feel really mean for saying this because I don’t want to be nasty about anyone but it’s true and I’m just going to say it, he’s is so boring.<br> He spent half an hour talking to me this morning about how much better the Motorola V3i is than the V3, HALF AN HOUR!! I can’t take much more of this. He tried to start up a conversation about airplane cockpit electronics and I just had to leave the room. I had visions of stabbing him in the eye with my biro.<br> I haven’t even got the energy to pretend I’m interested anymore, he’s sucking the life out of me with all this talk of how to time your journey to work in the morning so you miss the worst of the traffic and which is the best route to take and why the A19 is one of the worst roads he has ever come across in his life and “I think I might phone the transport department and complain”, stop it, stop it, please, please, just stop it<br> The thing is I actually quite like him, he just like talking a lot, about really boring things which is ok but, please, please, please, stop talking to me OK.</p> <p>Please……………….</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://nonnyspage.blog.co.uk/2006/07/11/isi_it_5_o_clock_yet~950977/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:nonnyspage.blog.co.uk,2006-07-07:/2006/07/07/it_s_my_wedding_anniversary_and_i_m_off_~940474/nonny2006-07-07T09:51:27+02:002006-07-07T09:54:04+02:00 <p>It’s Friday today, don’t ya just love it and I’m going to Ikea tomorrow.<br> I-K-E-A!!!!<br> I’m going in for a pair of curtains which normally means I come out 4 hours later and 3 hundred quid poorer, but hey, keeps me happy.</p> <p>It’s also my wedding anniversary tomorrow (what a fantastic way to celebrate, trip to Ikea), 9 years! Oh my goodness, I don’t know how that man has survived, I really don’t. I couldn’t live with me.<br> Anyway, my friend Jo is home from Germany for a few days and we planned this night out and she kept it free because you know she has all these relatives and stuff to visit and we had this planned for absolutely ages and then I suddenly remembered what date it was!<br> So I felt awful, really guilty and I was going to cancel and let Jo down and Hubby was all like “no, go out, we can celebrate next week, I don’t mind” and I was all “no, I can’t do that, it’s our anniversary” and he was all “Go out, honestly, I’ll stay in and watch a film” and I felt awful, really, really awful but anyway. I’m going.</p> <p>(They have these really nice fairy lights in Ikea that you wrap around your garden parasol, think I need some of these, and a new bedside cabinet.)<br> (I need one of these wooden box things that look like a table but you can keep stuff in it also, how clever are they!)</p> <p>The thing is, if he arranged to go out with the boys on our anniversary I would KILL him, absolutely kill the man. It would be grounds for divorce and I would be in a huff for weeks and then I would totally milk it for all it was worth and put my “look at what you did to me you selfish awful man” face on whenever he looked at me until he felt really bad and bought me a car or something.</p> <p>And he doesn’t even mind.</p> <p>This is why my husband is a much better person than me. This is why after 9 years I love him more than ever and actually do wish I was staying in with him. This is why after 9 years I completely and utterly adore the man and he makes me count my blessings every single day.</p> <p>Happy anniversary Hubby! Even though you probably won’t read this the whole internet knows I love you.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://nonnyspage.blog.co.uk/2006/07/07/it_s_my_wedding_anniversary_and_i_m_off_~940474/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:nonnyspage.blog.co.uk,2006-07-06:/2006/07/06/the_lives_and_loves_of_an_8_year_old~937201/nonny2006-07-06T09:16:17+02:002006-07-06T09:16:17+02:00 <p>Ryan announced yesterday that Becky asked him out at school and he had to say no because “I still love Abbey”, who has moved to Germany but is coming home this weekend and Becky got a bit upset but give my son his due, he’s nothing if not faithful,<br> He also told me that Connor told Sophie he loved her and then told all his friends that he didn’t actually which would be “heartbreaking” for Sophie but it’s all worked out ok because someone told Sophie and now she knows Connor doesn’t love her but she thinks he fancies her and is willing to accept this.</p> <p>When I was 8 I thought the opposite sex was for throwing stones at!</p> <p>p.s My hair’s gone curly and my laptops bust…….happy days! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://nonnyspage.blog.co.uk/2006/07/06/the_lives_and_loves_of_an_8_year_old~937201/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:nonnyspage.blog.co.uk,2006-07-03:/2006/07/03/i_m_back_and_it_s_all_about_me_me_me~929123/nonny2006-07-03T13:10:42+02:002006-07-03T13:10:42+02:00 <p>Oh my goodness, I haven’t posted on here for so long. I don’t even know what to write about but I’m sure something interesting must have happened in the last 2 months….probably……</p> <p>Well, the big new is I got i’d’d buying a bottle of wine in Somerfield, admittedly it was the cheap fizzy tat that you would normally buy to go and drink with your mates behind the nearest bike shed when you 16 but I like Lambrini ok and at least I’m not buying Buckfast so lets not be snobby. Anyway, the woman was probably smashed herself but no matter, she is now officially my new best friend and I have decided Somerfield is a really cool place to hang out because they think I’m under 21 and even though their staff is probably recruited form the nearest loony bin I love them all OK!!!!</p> <p>I love, love, love my new job but it’s crazy busy. I am absolutely knackered (6 o clock start tomorrow) and there is loads of driving but it’s amazing and I love it. I love working with the kids, I love being out of the office all the time, I hate my skanky uniform but I love everything else, LOVE IT!!</p> <p>It is absolutely boiling hot here which is great except if your from the Hebrides and have skin which starts to bubble at the faintest sign of sunlight, good grief, I sound like a vampire. So it’s all factor 50 and sticky hair and all the windows open and “all my freckles are coming out and I don’t like it” in my house.<br> Oh, I’m a pleasure to live with in the heat.<br> Hubby is delighted because he gets to do outside man things like mowing his lawn which he is completely obsessed with (we have moved on from pans folks), sit in the garden and congratulate himself on his immense skill with a strimmer and oo, he gets to light the barbecue and stand over it with his new barbecue tong things that have big serrated edges (which I’m a bit scared of) and randomly poke sausages and puff his chest out and make like he’s king of the barbecue or something.<br> I shouldn’t mock his barbecue skills though because he always cooks my meat just right, after years of convincing myself that things actually taste better burnt I now really, really do believe this and he knows the exact level of burntness I like and he basically cremates it until it is unrecognisable looks like something you scrape of the bottom of your oven and then, and only then, can I eat it. </p> <p>We have frogs. Well we did have. Ryan came home last week with 2 frogs in a margarine tub which he had bought of his friend Ben for 15p each which he informed me was a complete bargain and could he keep them please, please, please. I at this moment would have agreed to anything to get the slimy little beasts away from me because I was actually sitting in a big bubble bath and had visions of the frogs which were being thrust I my face so I could see how cute they were jumping out of the margarine tub and into my bath! Not good!<br> So I agreed we could keep them in the garden and we filled an old ice cream tub up with water and sand and some rocks and leaves and stuff (I was quite proud of it and they liked it) and put the frogs safely in a corner. Or so I thought. When we woke up the next morning one of the frogs was gone. They were only babies and couldn’t really jump very far so the cat got the blame.<br> Ryan wasn’t even bothered but I was a bit gutted because I was getting kind of fond of the slimy little suckers. Ryan replaced the frog with a tadpole which he bought for the bargain price of 10p (5p knocked of because it didn’t have front legs).<br> So the frog and the tadpole lived happily together for 2 days until hubby booted a football right on the frogs head and killed it.<br> 2 days later the tadpole disappeared also, honestly, you would think we didn’t feed our cats, well I don’t but someone in our house is because they’re not dead yet.<br> We are not having any more frogs.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://nonnyspage.blog.co.uk/2006/07/03/i_m_back_and_it_s_all_about_me_me_me~929123/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:nonnyspage.blog.co.uk,2006-06-30:/2006/06/30/message_to_ian~923463/nonny2006-06-30T15:16:36+02:002006-06-30T18:26:42+02:00 <p>Poke off you noesy git.<br> XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX</p> <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=657300"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/300/657300_ea52a65011_s.jpg" align="" alt="EPSN0018" title="EPSN0018" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://nonnyspage.blog.co.uk/2006/06/30/message_to_ian~923463/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:nonnyspage.blog.co.uk,2006-05-09:/2006/05/09/title~788063/nonny2006-05-09T23:11:18+02:002006-05-09T23:14:20+02:00 <p>Oh my Goodness, I have become totally obsessed ever since Baby Leon came along, I can’t stop buying baby stuff! But you know I am taking my responsibilities as an aunty very seriously……<br> <a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=533250"><img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/250/533250_ad27e9fae7_s.jpg" align="" alt="Picture 285" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><br> …..see what a cool aunty I am, I bought him his first pair of trainers! There was a really cute wee tracksuit as well but I resisted, you should only wear track suits when you’re going to the gym I don’t care what anyone says and I doubt very much he will be heading of to the gym at 2 weeks old.</p> <p>Everybody says he looks like my father, poor kid, mind you, I suppose he is kind of bald and all babies have wrinkly faces so maybe.</p> <p>To all the people who said I couldn’t cook and didn’t know one end of the cooker from the other…….eat your words. Look what I made tonight…<br> <a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=533267"><img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/267/533267_793ca50fbe_s.jpg" align="" alt="Picture 277" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><br> Ha! All by myself as well. Technically it’s not exactly cooking (if you want to be picky) but that’s not the point. I didn’t buy it in a packet so I made it ok!</p> <p>In the spirit of domesticity and being a good wife and always having my husbands tea on the table at 6 o clock on the dot and folding his socks in pairs and ironing his boxers I even attempted some housework.<br> <a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=533270"><img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/270/533270_6c8692a55d_s.jpg" align="" alt="Picture 239" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><br> Which is why I look so hacked off and as though I’m about to ram my duster down someone’s throat.</p> <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=533272"><img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/272/533272_b04188e75a_s.jpg" align="" alt="Picture 281" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><br> <em>No, I’m not in my pyjamas, don’t let the toast fool you, I’m actually doing some really important kung foo stuff</em></p> <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=533290"><img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/290/533290_33ba1bbe06_s.jpg" align="" alt="Picture 278" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><br> <em>See!</em> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://nonnyspage.blog.co.uk/2006/05/09/title~788063/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:nonnyspage.blog.co.uk,2006-05-04:/2006/05/04/i_know_whats_down_the_hatch~775512/nonny2006-05-04T15:22:19+02:002006-05-04T15:22:19+02:00 <p>Yes,, I KNOW! I know whats down the hatch and it’s a wee Scottish man who thinks he’s Jamaican and his name is Desmond!<br> Ha!<br> And Dr Jack knows him cos he met him when he was running up and down the stadium steps and he was all upset because he couldn’t fix his wife only she wasn’t his wife then and he had his perplexed face on and his hair was all floppy and ewww but you still would and he hurt his ankle and Desmond said “lift it up brother” and now he’s only flipping down the hatch!!</p> <p>(Am so excited by this I seem to have forgotten how to punctuate).</p> <p>And Sawyer pulled out his own bullet, man he’s got balls, he’s kind of mean but mean in a good way, I mean he’s not even scared of that big shark and even though he’s not a kick up the ass of Victor Meldrew you still would and he could look after you I mean I don’t think Dr Jack would really be any good in proper crisis that didn’t involve a stupid island, if you ever get caught in a bank robbery it’s Sawyer you want standing next to you in the queue definitely, mafia drugs war in a deserted warehouse, I’m having Sawyer. He would hide you in a cupboard and growl huskily “Don’t worry baby, I’m coming back for you” then he would grab his uzi machine gun run out and blow all the drug barons heads off, 10 – 1 he’d kick their ass and then he would come back and his hair wouldn’t even be messed up (and did I mention the skin tight white vest) and he would grab you and tell you, you were safe and all the big nasty coke heads were dead and then he’d take you shopping and buy you jimmy choos.<br> (Flipping heck, was that all one sentence)???</p> <p>Anyway…..I KNOW WHATS DOWN THE HATCH!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://nonnyspage.blog.co.uk/2006/05/04/i_know_whats_down_the_hatch~775512/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:nonnyspage.blog.co.uk,2006-05-01:/2006/05/01/whassssuuuupppp~769084/nonny2006-05-01T19:47:00+02:002006-05-01T19:47:00+02:00 <p>Hi Y’all</p> <p>My name is Baby Leon, well actually its just Leon but some people think it’s cute to stick baby in front of it. Yeah, right. I can see I’m gonna be stuck with this one till I’m 19.<br> <a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=516690"><img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/690/516690_656806c0ed_s.jpg" align="" alt="CAJ607RX" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><br> They also think it’s cute to hover over me when I’m trying to sleep and make weird cooey noises, personally I think it makes them look slightly deranged but, hey whatever floats your boat!</p> <p>Look at my little fingers…..look I tell ya….you know you just want me to do that cute baby thing and curl them round you pinky. Look at my little head…you know you want to sniff it, you know you do…I smell of bunny rabbits and fluffy clouds and I’m all warm and snugly.<br> You’re a goner eh! The babies gonna get ya!!!</p> <p>I kept my eyes closed for your own good. These things are like weapons of mass destruction, one look from me and you are in my power forever! Ha!<br> I will zap you with killer come snuggle me now rays from my special baby powered make you broody eyes and there is no hope for you.<br> First the nurse, now the internet, soon the world will be mine!!!!</p> <p>Anyway, gotta go, it’s hard work being as damn cute as me. All this being adored really takes it out of you man.</p> <p>Thanks for stopping by.</p> <p>Keep it cool folks</p> <p>Baby L.<br> X</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://nonnyspage.blog.co.uk/2006/05/01/whassssuuuupppp~769084/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>