tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941357779598096522024-03-20T09:48:25.740+00:00Fizzy's Placealign center <img>Fizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02567163619063679995noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394135777959809652.post-49647744757019238222016-02-16T10:18:00.002+00:002016-02-16T10:18:28.575+00:00Helllooooo - Shouting loudly Hello ,<br />
Well I never! I thought this blog was in bloggy heaven , but apparently it is not!<br />
If you are still blogging please let me know<br />
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FizzFizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02567163619063679995noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394135777959809652.post-35776085141365548542010-07-27T07:33:00.001+01:002010-07-27T07:34:40.362+01:00HelloI am surprised that this is still here. Is this blog still appearing in anyone's feed?<br /><br />Shall I continue with it?<br /><br />What do you think?Fizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02567163619063679995noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394135777959809652.post-24557729362994540242009-08-16T17:18:00.005+01:002009-08-16T17:44:30.535+01:00Shhhhhhhhhhh I am typing this quietlyMy hubby is asleep on the settee. He is all washed out. I took him to<a href="http://www.ikea.com/gb/en/"> <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">IKEA</span></strong></a> ... TWICE in three days... and he has spent two days bulding "things".<br /><div><div><div><div><div>Last summer I started to clear a set of shelves that went from floor to ceiling on my landing. It was both messy, never looked tidy and made out of old second hand white formaica that used to belong to my Hubby's Aunt in the form of fitted wardrobes. </div><div>The shelving housed everything from all my college, uni and work books, papers and resources. All our books both adult and childrens (being a primary school teacher there was some thought that I had more childrens' books than the children.) All our photos, documents toys, jigsaw.... you get the idea. </div><div>I got rid of it. First of all I got rid of anything that had not been played with in the last 3 months. And as Steph and Matty are both teenagers now, it was time for a lot of the stuff to go. I did have to sit Hubby and Matty down to discuss the possible removal of their lego! </div><div>It took a long time to sort, throw and find new homes for everything. I cleared a shelf a week. </div><div>Anyway just before xmas I was left with a load of books and started selling them through Amazon. It is so much easier than E-bay. All the pics are there you do not have to take photos, the postage is already worked out , although you have to consider the weight of the thing you are selling. When I did not have a job over Xmas it came in handy at £400 plus. You do not have a time limit of how longs things stay for sale either so every so often I get an e-mail advising me to post something. </div><div>I am not down to a few books that all fit into one storage box. </div><div></div><div>Then Hubby was given some money and a fish tank. The tank was given ages ago and we did not have the space to set it all up as it was bigger than the one we have going now. The money was from payment for fitting a kitchen the other week. </div><div></div><div>So we went to IKEA and we bought a shelving unit for the landing to house our CDs and remaining books that we want to keep </div><div></div><div>It is a combination of these units (it is not that same combi as in the pic)</div><div>2 CD units </div><div>One larger books case </div><div>One corner smaller book case </div><br /><br /><p align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370600868781042962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzxZT4RHSZk98al9AuptyaJCrIT4YL_bXBJ9Yu73zScbEAAYNs56KYYMnVwVuk-K7ZC8UGI4pq_1IaPPYDGnNdPCF57rwu_66-YBmCc5hmdMZsmDXsaL3Bx8GB-YbihX9eAe00XZbBh2o/s320/63852_PE171641_S3.jpg" border="0" /></p></div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370603018254327634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZvhRkfxRHMmqcVLyB0Hm1fJP3vT0DrFxWIpTSSSy0kHSczvPm4OM8FR92LkIjpUO7G-ZWRcqeuuYR5ZvEpim1fWsJVyzl-hIRBJpNDEFfCjNqM9nY0sA50UVubQlxCJYR9e2RGhcgVqY/s320/27453_PE075569_S3.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p>THEN for the lounge we bought two sets of drawers and a TV stand.The drawers are supposed to be bedroom furniture but we have a large DVD collection and I am sick of dusting stuff and we thought that having drawers instead of shelves would cut down on the dust and make things look tidier. </p><p>They will go next to each other and the drawers line up with each other looking quite sleek. The Fish tank will go ontop of the four drawer set and will then be level with the 6 drawer <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370602388467403298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcMloEFiCXvuDDH_nv_TGfz6W8IqplKIabki4CasdKjmqHovKVEkSknhEp7Thvb6vlQNJianr1jNpk0O0HWRqXIryOB2jy0wDpAf_4U_QWqElK_GBuKsNBCaXuBG5T4e6OGjDm8jqyDws/s320/60751_PE166842_S3.jpg" border="0" /></p></div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370602376708703570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaXJjoMV0tampCgQcrpshLDMrLnwkrEXCtUxUFzRw9MokSDdqfcWNXzmrL8m7lXgRVRfitCjKnXZ6WcMR-X7hU67_-WbxMla8TS_WV3_0idHEGC2D7YzQ2jVyjEgueLyRfA7xj2ovyYM8/s320/25869_PE099435_S3.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p>Even though Matty helped my poor Hubby is fast asleep now. Some weekend for him! </p><p> </p>Fizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02567163619063679995noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394135777959809652.post-23164443358918083172009-08-10T09:26:00.009+01:002009-08-10T10:23:25.051+01:00A Domestic Goddess I am NOT!Given two choices, to clean the house or do anything else in the rest of the hemisphere, I will opt for the later!<br />It is not that I do not like my House being tidy and clean -I DO!!!!<br />I REALLY DO<br />However I am sick to the bone of tidying up and organising things and then having it all messed up with their stuff. I am sick to the bone of tidying up after THREE adults (even Matty is now 13 - co -ordination, cleanliness and co0operation skills are all a bit poor still).<br />I resent being laughed at for NOT cleaning the house.<br />I HAVE lived with approximately 10 yes TEN boxes of tools and other DIY stuff in my bedroom for over a year.<br />I now have some of that in the kitchen.<br />I have half my classroom in the lounge and the other half in attic and on the landing ( that is being moved soon)<br />I am there fore going to IKEA on Friday to find storage solutions for people that will help sort all of this out .<br /><br />My dad has sold his house. Mum is now in a nursoing home. As it is the school holidays I have been packing up the house for him. Doing some boxes every day. Of course he has been of NOT HELP what so ever, fussing around and annoying us. (that is me being bitter). My sister is heavily pregnant and so happy and I am so happy for her. We need to get this house sorted soon so that she can concentrate on the baby and I start a new job ins September.<br />My Hubby took a week off work last week so that he could fit a new kitchen for his parents. We are not having a holiday as we have sent both kids on holidays this year that have become very expensive for us. We have also deocrated Matty' bedroom .<br /><br />But Hey my house is a mess.<br /><br />OK RANT OVER<br />oh and going to visit the chemist, ran out of my normal prescription for anti -deps a couple of weeks ago.... thought I could go cold turkey. I am really struggling and loosing control so going to the chemist.<br />OH here are some pictures of my latest projects.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368260877659426914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh8MsisrI2ytggQi4dgYh0MZXlWpCSUrYQriW04Vl_JxKGlfi3YB-Xf6vPrat9rd3QAW_B5xU4d8UKjYdyRE43Hhw6ku3jdev6CM84mbsAly7Jarhgw2sZRWBu9Pnmg3tW55l89jLuFfU/s320/AUGUST+2009+012.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Wzb23iX2eXMawnYY75DljjgBgAmrTgbaVyeS9gxoZANnFZeNyGOVr7oji_gnLP2rXv8GDhAEdynkWBh9hp-5hTJ7UsGv5ibhqbrFEyQb3hxttr3KSRGN6IGF_DQwXBRS8mXYG0_sXI0/s1600-h/AUGUST+2009+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368260873801772866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Wzb23iX2eXMawnYY75DljjgBgAmrTgbaVyeS9gxoZANnFZeNyGOVr7oji_gnLP2rXv8GDhAEdynkWBh9hp-5hTJ7UsGv5ibhqbrFEyQb3hxttr3KSRGN6IGF_DQwXBRS8mXYG0_sXI0/s320/AUGUST+2009+010.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> I am really enjoying doing this</strong><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs5wYR3rM7iLCmEqqqAT7NyOS5JY9kkbuJLT_Ojce1z-qD9_ZasGYOfEYMlvkmPI-K_k9Yz7e71PcinAZZrlZaatF9nSzyk6GFzoR9tJRIxnfMb-iIC8AxCmF5_NYJU2rk-O2kgimDzL4/s1600-h/June+2009+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368259077960938162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs5wYR3rM7iLCmEqqqAT7NyOS5JY9kkbuJLT_Ojce1z-qD9_ZasGYOfEYMlvkmPI-K_k9Yz7e71PcinAZZrlZaatF9nSzyk6GFzoR9tJRIxnfMb-iIC8AxCmF5_NYJU2rk-O2kgimDzL4/s320/June+2009+007.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> Under the washing just near the chimmney I have a strawberry plant. last year I got three, this year a bowl full . Am going to put the plants into the chimmney for next year.</strong><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5NmSZ2W2YdB0kxmg84ZZeld75xkqc_jiiowhm1-bNpxPqeHoaW_qzGVYBTWdlWqSHWrKsnQk1Vf45K2BunNQlFn6w-TQuis7SIQe2hE2Uo032MnDllPSrqFNb27dq9Mn6In2emu8ASTE/s1600-h/June+2009+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368259073892361778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5NmSZ2W2YdB0kxmg84ZZeld75xkqc_jiiowhm1-bNpxPqeHoaW_qzGVYBTWdlWqSHWrKsnQk1Vf45K2BunNQlFn6w-TQuis7SIQe2hE2Uo032MnDllPSrqFNb27dq9Mn6In2emu8ASTE/s320/June+2009+006.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> In this corner there is, Lemon Balm, Sorrel, Chives, Parsley, Lavender, Marjoram, just been given a Rosemary.</strong><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBh5qlw_5Sf0Im0tOftNMOjxkAaaygPalOPsVN1of-hTblqh0wjgPAE83zYlOtOhxn2_WDDeXvkNxFhTi0N2lSQaGegYgy8BygXDVZRwZzAfBRH07u-xAR1DFPnFfVQ1LQlkkjlqrBrN0/s1600-h/June+2009+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368257289036129410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBh5qlw_5Sf0Im0tOftNMOjxkAaaygPalOPsVN1of-hTblqh0wjgPAE83zYlOtOhxn2_WDDeXvkNxFhTi0N2lSQaGegYgy8BygXDVZRwZzAfBRH07u-xAR1DFPnFfVQ1LQlkkjlqrBrN0/s320/June+2009+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> Two trays of corriander and Marjoram propigating. (ooo err big word)</strong><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX5RuUNvuetjj5K8nJC4phjF4_UL2HGSRuNLhg4doud9V5-DPl1Cz8HDaCipbVfzToVuaMss4gy4_xgf6XXR6W5GPoRAeCpMNC1RRk6Mj2Vegru2Q0iBgvOAd4X_WvIBkb928MivQ2Bp0/s1600-h/June+2009+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368256546624104210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX5RuUNvuetjj5K8nJC4phjF4_UL2HGSRuNLhg4doud9V5-DPl1Cz8HDaCipbVfzToVuaMss4gy4_xgf6XXR6W5GPoRAeCpMNC1RRk6Mj2Vegru2Q0iBgvOAd4X_WvIBkb928MivQ2Bp0/s320/June+2009+005.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>Broccoli, Lettuce, Basil, now have Carrots, Corriander, Rocket, Bay, in there too </strong><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLGZCbJwu67r3PItysn-OQ5sv8TgnkFWldWSOlnYQEJy1fP9J-PBpMc9VvkpEabvGVkI0zPaQymI2UAGDEwl6GcpNGT2SjP4iZuxlRJrJk101CEn4TdA7BMtsOlEMG_WAOCBluUuZhh00/s1600-h/June+2009+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368255842337690434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLGZCbJwu67r3PItysn-OQ5sv8TgnkFWldWSOlnYQEJy1fP9J-PBpMc9VvkpEabvGVkI0zPaQymI2UAGDEwl6GcpNGT2SjP4iZuxlRJrJk101CEn4TdA7BMtsOlEMG_WAOCBluUuZhh00/s320/June+2009+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> Tomato and Pepper plants - now have a chillie plant there too.</strong><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUIYh-FYjlUwjBeMObEr-DQLIFbfA8vQHTZMBjaHNByz1X48Z6sS7NWmC8vGzO7j3N1Zv184EoVlJOUwE3PrCp_p_e8evR1qDSP5zeds7eSFfgu7Bl8osVzLrc1ZQePZXKBV86sSqSzmA/s1600-h/June+2009+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368255324615044994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUIYh-FYjlUwjBeMObEr-DQLIFbfA8vQHTZMBjaHNByz1X48Z6sS7NWmC8vGzO7j3N1Zv184EoVlJOUwE3PrCp_p_e8evR1qDSP5zeds7eSFfgu7Bl8osVzLrc1ZQePZXKBV86sSqSzmA/s320/June+2009+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> Bella The Blue Berlingo out side my little house </strong></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Fizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02567163619063679995noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394135777959809652.post-47213988454973568692009-06-06T19:06:00.002+01:002009-06-06T19:18:04.646+01:00ThoughtsWhy do I have and empty huge fish tank(the smaller one is full), a box of papers and a wheelbarrow in my living room?<br /><br />Why, when I ask everyone to put all thier bathroom products in the new cupboards that have been built so the room looks tidy, does my daughter think it does not mean her!<br /><br />Why does a 13 year mad son think that threatening his parents with a toy basebat when they are are arguing over possession of the duvet and who has the most room on the bed, is going to work!<br /><br />Driving home from work wearing your shoes on the wrong feet is NOT a good idea (I change my shoes to drive)<br /><br />Why can I not find a new job?<br /><br />What is the assumption that any game involving a ball (whatever shape, size or colour) must be watched and take ALL priority on the TV watching of the family.<br /><br />I tidied Matty's room today.... sick of "nagging" on about it.... I made 58p. Not as good as when I once. found £10 in drawer - unwritten agreement that any money I find that is not in a piggy bank or wallet is mine for being FORCED to tidy up.<br /><br />Still have an industrial tile cutter plus other assorted tools etc in my bedroom.<br /><br />My request to have the plug socket mended in my bedroom today has fallen on deaf ears.<br /><br />White wine is VERY good.<br /><br />ALSO storing all baby items in my house as it is unlecuky to have them in my sister's house.<br /><br />Next door have a tortoise called Shadrack Dingle!<br /><br />planted out my little veg garden . lettuces, broccoli, two courgette plants, two chilli plants and a basil.<br /><br />Went to a nture reserve and whilst we walking around it , a group of DINGBATS in cars came and had a race around the carpark .... the dusty, sandy YELLOW carpark. Walked back an hour later and saw a yellow cloud rising above the carpark. Got to the car, no dingbats and my car was covered..... COVERED in yellow dust.... laughing stock at work the following day until I got it washed.Fizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02567163619063679995noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394135777959809652.post-74493886502953009822009-05-14T21:33:00.002+01:002009-05-14T21:42:44.792+01:00The bare faced cheek!!<blockquote><p><br />After not blogging for a month I have the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Gaul</span> to post.... I hear you cry. </p><p>I am so sorry.... I am really!!!</p><p>honestly!!</p><p>and I am drunk.</p><p>And it is a Thursday night.</p><p> </p><p><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">PHEWWWWW</span> what a lot has happened. </p><p>Well. life is hectic. I want the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">GCSE</span> season over and done with. Steffi is precariously balanced between <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">achieving</span> and totally flopping these exams. I do not know what the equivalent exams are in the rest of the world but she basically leave school this May. She wants to continue to a post 16 "A" level at a another local school but she has been given certain grades to achieve. </p><p>I am so proud of her , but I never in my wildest thoughts would have thought that I would be telling 16year child to STOP revising as it is making her ill. She is relentless in her study and it is affecting her health. I had to intervene last week and contact her main tutor. After she found out she was not as cross as I thought.</p><p>My position as her Mother <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">contradicts</span> my profession as a Teacher, big style!!!</p><p>The other bad news is that I am out of a job in September!!! So I am applying for everything and anythings that is going at this moment. I wish that prospective employers would look beyond my weight issue!</p><p> </p><p>The good news is that after years of not thinking it possible, I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">have</span> finally got a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">relationship</span> with my sister. We are actually talking it is wonderful and the reason why????</p><p> Well after not thinking it possible, she turns 40 next month, she is pregnant. She is going to have a baby in November.... I AM GOING TO FINALLY BE AN AUNTIE!!!!</p><p> I have asked that instead of being called "Auntie Fiona" That I be called Auntie Fizz ....... even if I so sound like a antacid stomach remedy!</p></blockquote>Fizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02567163619063679995noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394135777959809652.post-64105455855739915912009-04-06T12:04:00.003+01:002009-04-06T13:26:16.117+01:00De-briefing the last 12 weeksI have seriously neglected my blog - I know I have . I am sorry little blog I will look <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">after</span> you better in the future I will try.<br />I work in 12 week cycles as that is how long a school term usually lasts for. The last term/12 weeks has been horrendous to say the least and I have been pushed to my limit in many ways.<br /><br />Cancer<br />My lovely <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">FIL</span> was diagnose just before Christmas with Colon cancer. He had three course of Chemo and then had had a chunk of his bowel/colon removed. He is now embarking on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">regime</span> of 9 courses of Chemo. He is having a tough time as he is still recovering from the op too.<br />My MIL is running herself ragged to say the least. It is hard to know what to do for the best really. I have helped take her shopping and on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">hospital</span> visiting. Hubby does some of the heavier things around the house. We try and keep things as light as possible.<br /><br />MS.<br />Mum spent about two months in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">hospital</span> after <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Xmas</span>. Her MS acted up after she got a urine infection and then caught <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">MRSA</span> in her <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">catheter</span> wound as a result of the bug being on the ward.(Quite a lot of the wards were actually closed at the time due to bugs and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">mrsa</span> -very bad)<br />She left <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">hospital</span> and went to live in a nursing home. Although she agreed to it, she has not found it easy (who would) and has tried to take it out on my Father. Basically he has decided that he can not cope with her.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Alcoholism</span><br />Dad's need got worse until he upset my sister at Xmas making a fool of himself. She has instigated the nursing home and also is looking at getting the house sold so that Dad can live in somewhere more comfortable. I took Dad to the docs where he asked for help to quit the drink. He is very frail now and has many illnesses that we are only just finding out about.<br /><br />Career.<br />I am on a long <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">term</span> contract in this school, finishing in July. I had hoped that they would find something for me in September. However that is very unlikely now. I am new to teaching and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">obviously</span> have a lot to learn. I made a mistake - through <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">naivety</span> and it came back to haunt me. I am now working with a member of staff who has made it clear I am a nice person but she can not work with me. I have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">apologised</span> but my one mistake but am aware that she has a lot of other issues in her life. These other issues do not seem to be taken into account by the management and as a result I have been hurt , badly hurt. I hate being centre of attention. I do not like being visual in the work place and yet for the last 4/6 weeks I have been. I have hated it. I have begun to have panic attacks again. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">In fact</span> had a huge one <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">in front</span> of my hubby and his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Friend</span> when I went to pick them up from the pub. I do not think I will be asked back in September and it is hurting me badly. I have made some really good friends and they can see the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">whole</span> situation from my point of view. However I am not <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">permanent</span> member of staff and this other person has been there fore 14 years.... they have believed her!<br /><br />Daughter<br />Is doing her final /important school exams in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">May</span> - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">GCSEs</span>. She is handling it well, except becoming very very self centered and more <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">selfish</span> than usual. She expects a lot and refuses to do anything. It is also hurting me a lot. She has a boyfriend and a part time job. She is very <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">organised</span> and in control. However, what is coming out of her mouth is rude.<br /><br />Son.<br />13 tomorrow. Constantly filthy. A sharp wit. Growing up fast. NEEDS A BATH<br /><br />Bathroom<br />We started building/replacing the bathroom in August. When I had no work just before Christmas, we were left with one half completed (new wash basin, new toilet , mirror, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">airing</span> cupboard etc). Then in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">February</span> the money came through for the other half. Hubby set to at the same time his Dad had his op. Consequently his mind was not on the project (whose would be) and the result was that one wall had to be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">re tiled</span>. However in this time he took the bath out and it was a further SIX weeks before we could have a bath or a shower. So we got used to washing the bottom half upstairs and top half downstairs (where you wash your hair under a mixer tap in the kitchen). It has been lovely to have a shower this last week.<br /><br />Driving<br />At xmas I had a crash. I did post about it. Whilst sitting in the ambulance waiting to go to hospital, I was told by the police attending the crash that they would not take any further action and leave it up to the insurance companies. So I was rather cross/surprised/embarrassed when I recieved a letter from the police in February to tell me that they had decied to take action against me (I had admitted blame to the insurance companies). I was to pay £164 to go on a "Driver Improvement Training Course" or go to court and fined £2500 fine and three points on my licnense. It was a no brainer really. I took the course this week and spent most of the time driving the MOST UNCOMFORTABLE CAR in the world. I am not sure what kind it was. But it had realy hurt my back this week.<br /><br />40.<br />Hubby turned 40 last Friday. We arranged to hold a party for him as early as last May. However it was to be in his parents garden. Being that his Dad has been so poorly I decided to hold it here. I have never held a party here and so was rather worried about it. My in-laws were still insistent that we could have it at <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">their</span> house but I felt that if my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">FIL</span> had a bad day (which is what happened) he would not have any where to go. Hubby knew something was up, but not what. However, it all turned out for the best even if I did have another panic attack during it all. It also coincided with the dead line for all my daughter's coursework to be handed in. So the air was a bit fraught.<br />As the house was a building site. I got hold of some red and white <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">hazard</span> tape that is used in offices and other work places to rope off areas that are unsafe. I put all the tools and work <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">equipment</span> into my bedroom (with a pathway to the bed kept clear of course) and then sealed the door with the tape so that no one could get in.<br /><br />Cold sore.<br />So today is Monday. I am tired, I am worn down. and worn out. I have managed to avoid every single bug at school and at home and yet I woke up on Saturday morning with an inflamed nose. By today I ache all over, want to sleep, am hot and cold. I went to the docs and it is the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">recurrence</span> of a cold sore that I got last June. That one scarred me very badly and I really do not want another scar next to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">original</span> one. Last year it took two course of antibiotics, a antiviral pill and FOUR weeks to clear. This year he had given me all the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">antibiotics</span> to<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">gether</span> to run after each other and also the antiviral pills too. He has also increased my anti depressants to take into account my panic attacks.<br /><br />Plan<br />My plan for these holidays is to continue to clear out all the crap that we are hoarding in this house. Make space, once the bathroom is finally finished clean and clean and clean.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">OOO</span> and rest I suppose.Fizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02567163619063679995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394135777959809652.post-86802365984283366922009-03-15T20:26:00.002+00:002009-03-15T20:33:23.521+00:00Round up Round downWell the boys (i.e. Matty and Hubby) have driven me potty from the moment they woke up. After buying an X-box a couple of weeks ago they are hooked. OR they watch sport. It is driving me potty. Did I say that already?<br />Anyway I had a real need to write a list of jobs for them this morning, I mean the sun was shinning, the birds were singing and they sat down at turned the TV on. So after a brunch of my scrambled eggs on toast I announced they were to go Wee wee and get in the car. I went to visit my Mum in the nursing home and dumped them in the near by park. Told then I would pick them up in about an hour.<br />HAHAHA<br />They enjoyed it . I got peace to.<br />When do men grow up?<br />Do they grow up?<br />Shucks I know the answer to that!<br />They are still having farting competitions!Fizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02567163619063679995noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394135777959809652.post-80096304763288621942009-03-07T20:04:00.003+00:002009-03-07T21:09:53.207+00:00The pole dancing has not been mentioned again. Well not by Steffi, for my colleagues it is another matter! It is amazing how many different puns they can make around the subject of pole dancing. In Steph's defence, she is only 16 and trying to sound grown up (I still do not feel grown up and I am *mumble* over 40!). She did only see it as a form or exercise. I however, could see her pure innocence, being manipulated by the seedy side of life. She will NOT entertain that she is not in control of the horrible people that pry on the vulnerable/innocent. AND I am not going to imagine that she leads a purely innocent life, it is not a case of " my daughter is so pure that she would never do anything wrong" Life is all about learning through mistakes. But this my job is still to guide and persuade and at moments like these. PUT MY BLOODY FOOT DOWN!<br /><br />OK Round up and round down.<br />Gee what a week.<br /><br />The good news that after having part of his Colon removed last week, my lovely Father in Law was released from Hospital this week. Hubby and I went to check he was home on Thursday and found my MIL just about to leave to pick him up so we were really glad that we could go and pick him up and help settle him in at home. The operation went so well that he does not need a colostomy bag and there is a chance that he may need less than the 9 courses of chemo that they have booked for him. I have taken my MIL shopping today and seen him, he is really uncomfortable but glad to be home. He is such a gentle man and I love him dearly. My MIL is beginning to relax.<br /><br />I took my Dad for breakfast this morning (he paid, I drove). Last weekend my sister and I met him to talk about his drinking, which we reckon and have proof that he is regularly (Daily, )drinking the equivalent of 2 bottles of wine. My sister ( the bossy one of the two of us) has made an appointment with the doc on Monday and I am taking him. (She is meeting us there) She is very well meaning but prone to lecturing. I hope that I have the more gentle approach. However, unless Dad makes the effort himself (which I am not sure he will), then it will all go weird. I hope not. He really worries my , he is looking older and older on a weekly basis , he is Not looking after himself. AND he is just letting everyone do everything for him. It is like he is giving up. I think that that now Mum is in the nursing home, he just does not know what to do with himself. I feel for him I dearly do. He has spent most of his time in the last 10 - 15 years dealing with mum. All that responsibility has now been taken from him and he is lost. He now has to think about how to occupy himself. He took himself in to town on Monday to inspect the new city museum, only to find that it does not open on a Monday.I see that as a more positive act than tackling the drink.<br /><br />Mum is settling down in the home. It is a lovely home. She is getting used to pottering around her room and the rest of the home. She is getting to know her "neighbours". One is equally a member of the God Squad so she is happy. She watches all the wildlife outside her patio window ( she is in a ground floor room and has a very small patio that will take her wheelchair). She has a pair of wood pigeons that live near her that are so well fed, they are FAT FAT FAT , I call them "the turkeys". Every time I go I get a run down on the activities of " the turkeys". The irony of it all is that now she is being properly cared for, she is fitter than she has been in ages and therefore, a bit too fit for the home.<br /><br />My Husband is busy trying to finish the bathroom. BUT he spent the last weekend in there trying to tile an alcove around where the bath and shower should be and really did not have him mind on the job ( his Dad had just had the op) looking back he got himself in rather a tizzy and needless to say were are now entering our third week without a bath or shower in the house. Of the tiling that he did do, some of it has fallen off. Looking back - he is not a great talker - he made himself really quite ill trying to sort the bathroom whilst his Dad was in hospital. I can understand that . ( a certain teen aged daughter can not). I am quite used to getting washed at the bathroom sink and doing my hair in the kitchen sink (easier to do there).<br /><br />We have also run out of money and so things are quite a bit ropey. However last night we met some friends for ONE drink, We could afford this. The boys we met - ex scouts and therefore always seen as boys in my eyes. Anyway the boys, decided we could not go home and so funded our evening out on the understanding that I gave two of them a lift home. I did not realise how drunk Hubby was until we had dropped the last passenger off. He was roaring drunk. REALLY - but funny.... a bit too amorous for my liking if you know what I mean with a drunk man!!!<br />BUT it has become apparent today how much stress he has been under. He is Hating the bathroom. The fact that every weekend he feels he HAS to go in there and finish it... so I am not going to push him.<br /><br />However, he is 40 soon and I have arranged something secretly so to speak so I hope that it is completed by then... if not well everyone knows what we are like!<br /><br />Me????<br />Oh I have had a shite time. The family stuff is really bad enough, but since I last posted I have found that someone that I have to work very closely with does not like my personality. Apparently I am too giddy. I am stuck now, I know that this person is feeling an empty nest syndrome, I know that they are not working where they want to be. But the brunt of all their feelings is being taken out on me. Literally. I am having things thrown on my desk - in my direction, I am having them shout derogatory words at me in front of the class etc.<br />I have shed tears. Lots of tears. I have sat down with this person and they have been open but to make them happy I have to become ( in my mind) boring. It is a very weird feeling having your personality questioned. It is also a hard thing to change. Should I change it? What should I do? I feel better that I have spoken to them. I feel that I have brought it out into the open .HOWEVER, my contract finishes in July and this person in VERY friendly with the the Deputy Head (the person you have to impress) I do not think I will be staying on in September. I think this person has but an end to any chance that I had of staying on. It is very sad. I love this school - deeply and feel I can help and play a part in the whole community of it .<br /><br />So there you are.... my round up and round down.<br />I have drunk a Huge glass of wine whilst writing this...... it is funny how therapeutic writing a blog post whilst drinking a glass of wine can be.<br /><br /><br />postscript.... in all that has been happening , for some reason I feel that Hubby and I have become a lot closer.... A lot closer.Fizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02567163619063679995noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394135777959809652.post-63477706740821323392009-03-02T20:15:00.002+00:002009-03-02T20:24:47.830+00:00And you expect me to agree to this?<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">"Mum you are going to say yes or no"</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"mmmmm"</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">"Well...... you know *Name* ?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"No"</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">" You do, I am always talking about her, a friend of *boyfriend's name*...."</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Oh right" (Never heard the name in my life</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">"Well me , her and *three or four other female names that all belong to girlfriend of her boyfriend's friend.*</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">Well we are...."</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"You are not going to London with them"</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">"No not that"</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Or Manchester"</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">"or there"</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Or Liverpool..."</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">"MUM *suitable teenage whine*"</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">*Garbled really fast but with a conviction that only the stupid and foolish would believe....*Well we thought we may take up pole dancing ...."</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">NO</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">"but"</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"No"</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">"it is good for your muscles"</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;">"NO, NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!!"</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hand me the whisky someone I have come over wierd - all of a sudden!</span>Fizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02567163619063679995noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394135777959809652.post-80122615638767242052009-02-21T16:16:00.003+00:002009-02-21T16:39:34.429+00:00Before reading this post, please look at my new header and then look at the post below.<br /><br />I am writing this whilst steffi is dressed in a swimming costume and standing at my kitchen sink having a wash!<br />It is a weird sight, made worse by the teenage panic/drama that is involved.<br />Why does she have to do this?<br />Well in August we started to refit the bathroom. Every weekend my hubby worked inthere, until by the end of OCtober he had refitted and moved all the electrics, moved vital pipes, fitted new lighting (and speakers!) and a lovely mirror. He also fitted the toilet, washbasin some base units, replaced the boiler/tank rebuilt the airing cupboard and tiled and grouted everything on the walls surrounding the new fittings.<br />Then at the end of October I was without work and any regular pay so we stopped there. All that was left was the bath and shower which are in an alcove in the bathroom. OOO and the floor needed tiling after it has all been done.<br />This weekend he began again and the first thing he had to do was take out the bath. Easier said than done. We knew it was a metal one, but it was an iron one. An aqua/turqoise/green one. Disgusting shade and badly chipped and stained over time. He could not move it. There was not room in the bathroom for two people. Although steph went in to help at one point.<br />Once the bath was out on the landing it became apparent that it would not go downstairs in one piece. So he set to trying to break it up. Well he banged at it , tried to drill holes into it, tried to saw it NOTHING happened except he was drippign with sweat and all his hands and arms were beginning to hurt. So in desperation he went over the road to the £shop and paid £16 for a proper sledgehammer.... FIVE swings and it was in bits. However even so , those bits were hard work getting down my very high/steep stairs. He did it and it is now in my garden. By the time he had tidied up and moved all the broken off enamel etc it was the day nearly gone.<br />He is fair to say he was in a bad state last night and had heat pads all over him. He spent the night complaining in his sleep about his arms and hands. Poor Man<br />Today he is boarding out the alcove ready to tile- he has worked out that he needs tile the alcove and the put the bath and shower in. So he will do that today and tomorrow. He also has realised that he never bought any fittings for the waste pipes for the bath which means that we need til wait until Thursday - my pay day to get them.<br />HENCE no bath or shower until then.<br />Now I do not have a problem with this.<br />I can cope with strip washes and hair washes over the sink or wash basin. I mean the end is in sight. He has worked so hard so I do not have a problem with it.<br />It will not affect Matty in the least as trying to get him to have a bath is a hard enough task at the best of times.<br />BUT Steph ..... PANIC!!!!<br />Hence the reason for washing her hair and having a wash infront of the sink wearing a swimming costume at this time. (OOOO she knows I am writing this )Fizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02567163619063679995noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394135777959809652.post-1271698134437340902009-02-21T12:42:00.001+00:002009-02-21T12:44:29.362+00:00Thank You Jo<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Look up there, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><a href="http://laquet.blogspot.com/"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Jo</span></strong></a> made me a super new banner for my blog.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Brill isn't it!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">A big </span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;">THANK YOU JO</span></div>Fizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02567163619063679995noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394135777959809652.post-56882546212664641642009-02-19T16:34:00.004+00:002009-02-19T20:49:29.188+00:00All I wanted was just ONE lousey picture of him looking smart!<div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiihDKUEfWVCeGwD5TL3SyfyWiD-5cvGk7B4sdYDOVhQ7KIbfdfEJtigxfoE7NDhoyp2FoPnobDIhcr8Jt96kp7sktBcsVJeEEBYYKuGsJ3K7LnG63PunfaAN2c79A6LaR0GwwYExh6pU/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304554963522595538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiihDKUEfWVCeGwD5TL3SyfyWiD-5cvGk7B4sdYDOVhQ7KIbfdfEJtigxfoE7NDhoyp2FoPnobDIhcr8Jt96kp7sktBcsVJeEEBYYKuGsJ3K7LnG63PunfaAN2c79A6LaR0GwwYExh6pU/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304555683835139538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijL2HSa7GHtwZOuhBwAlx3SyTpx2Fj7SFc6eoZvN9HoU0Auovfj4bllJES8jmhGq1FFl_oKKSobgbvKrShoU_QlZ_WhKm-nsanpOAyGS14Z_L9MAM-OCUYEmS-iUrFTqMK5Z8wwGi3YKw/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304556499124828162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLB0bqQRo3fegTlBG5MX81lNFQ3kTqeeev0S7XYYiGdCYUTRR-rtia1kNhAHR_DqKcu7x6QglkOT6c3rVGOnYstec9RT7YjLg2BQ8Bu5cvBv7wCWPiJLFc1kddOCp2uBALZGZ6VUQ4p7E/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304557492665111410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9KQTe9b7H7J46xQyDdDEwua6NJ67yLU1ukY2L5ur7qaFbnuXTkQpT_w0c1E9DpOpB_XqGFfYaj1oZRdl1X4T3NKQXNk2Fl0I0UUSHKK6qrAl2tdMtfocaICuKiuVPAHJgf4RDMpbMzeo/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Fizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02567163619063679995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394135777959809652.post-27355181131997360422009-02-17T21:45:00.002+00:002009-02-17T22:09:50.007+00:00Monday did not happen as was planned. We did a bit of this and a bit of that.<br />Tuesday, we did clean the house as planned.... my dad's house that is and enough said. There is so much family strife going on with regards to my parents. Everyone has an opinion and really every opinion is correct ... I think that is the hardest thing about it all. In the real world there is so much that should be done. But what actually happens is another thing.<br />I do know that my kids went in to the house like a SWAT team. We had already discussed who was doing what room. The smell hit us as we went in and withing two mins. every window was open. I was very impressed with them . Really impressed with them.<br /><br />This afternoon I fell asleep. I am so weary by it all. I am also trying very hard to get my own medication sorted out. I used to take it in the morning , even though the doc recommended I took it in the evening. I felt that I functioned better by taking them in the morning. I have gone two weeks without them so now have to get them back in my system - I felt so spaced out the other day that I have decided to try the night time routine again.<br /><br />For sale one bloody 12 year old .....<br />What is a boy supposed to do when his laptop is riddled by a virus (sent from mum's laptop!!)<br />His mum has claimed the TV for the evening so he can not play the X-box<br />And his Dad is working and can not be interupted....<br />I KNOW... I will annoy the life out of the nearest person going .... namely MOI<br /><br />He does make me giggle.... he has so much energy this evening ....Fizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02567163619063679995noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394135777959809652.post-87243117495629613992009-02-15T10:21:00.003+00:002009-02-15T10:37:21.211+00:00Yesterday I had brekkie with my Dad. Spent the morning in B&Q and Hombase. Drove home with huge planks of plasterboard and wood balanced on my shoulders!<br />Slept loads in the afternoon and at night .reckon I must have needed it<br />Today I am supermarketing , taxi driving for hormonal teenagers! collecting teenagers and visiting parents<br />Tomorrow I am cleaning my house. Kids beware<br />Tuesday - Cleaning my Dad's house<br />Wednesday - visiting a friend in the afternoon<br />Thursday- Going into work for the day<br />Friday - may go into work for the day - but hubby is taking our bath out and fitting a new one plus a shower in its place -so may be needed to help (read supervise as not allowed to touch the tools!)<br />Friday night meeting up with my best friend .... ohhhh yeah<br />Saturday and Sunday will be generally the same as above.<br />And this week will be my holiday week!<br /><br />I have a hhhhhhuuuuuuuggggggggeeeee list of things to do.<br /> Family be warned<br />Family beware<br />Family do not try and take cover as I will be cleaning under there too!Fizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02567163619063679995noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394135777959809652.post-13128254219415665302009-02-07T23:45:00.003+00:002009-02-08T01:40:57.011+00:00Don't fall on the floor, this is a new post!I am sat here, waiting for midnight to come as I have instructions to drive across a very cold and icy city to the countryside to pick Steph up from a party!<br /><br />I do not mind, however I just wish it was a warm summer's evening. My driving has taken a knock since the accident before Christmas. I was just managing with the new car when I recieved a letter from the police saying they would proscecute me for reckless driving and give me a fine of £2.500 if I did not take a driving course with them. So of course I have signed up for the driving course. I am a bit miffed when the police attending the accident acknowledged that I had mis read the traffic lights and would "leave it up to the insurance companies to sort out". Ever since THAT letter I have been second guessing myself and scaring myself in the process.<br /><br />Today, after a lot of wrangling and a HUGE argument that risked virtually any relationship that was left between us, I had with my sister, my Mum has gone into a nursing home. She has been in hopsital since the first week of January. The home is lovely, but of course - and naturally it will take a while for her to settle in.<br /><br />Now it is time to sort Dad out. He has to sell his house. His reaction to all of this is to take pleasure in leaving it all up to us to do.<br />I mean everything.<br />I went in to the house last week and needing a wee, I went upstairs and had to clean the toilet it was disgraceful. The more that is done for him the more he expects us to do. Hence the argument, as I will not panda to that. Not when I have my own house to do. We have doen so muh in the past. The argument was very very emotional and ended up with me driving (God knows how) up to my Dad's house and sreaming at him, demanding to know what he has been saying. My sister had been thinking that I never asked what was going on, and never visited. When in fact I had been visiting, not as much as guiltilty I think I should, and I always ask about what was happening with regard to Mum and Dad etc. My Dad just asnswers that it is in my sister's hands. THEN when she asks if I have asked, he says no! OMG did I scream and cry and howl at him!!<br />He just got drunk<br />Even in his new place he will have to clean a toilet.<br />My friends at work the next day acknowledged how rough I looked and how I was making myself ill. My boss did a double take one day last week 'cos I looked so rough. So I booked myself in to have my hair done. I have the roots dyed back to my natural dark brown and then red highlights put in.<br />The red highlights did not take.<br />I had to go back today to have them redone -stronger. I feel more human.<br />But incredibly tired.<br /><br />So today was my family.<br />Tomorrow is my Husband's family - My FIL is dealing with the Chemo and all the hospital visits with a dignity that can only be recognised with a deep, sincere, loving respect. I call my FIL my "Dig Daddy" - He calls himself my "Big Daddy".<br />Wierd that at 41 I need a Dad - but after so many years of wrestling with my own parents problems and "stupidty" I can only admire this man more. I love him to bits.<br /><br />My MIL - Who I love to bits, is cleaning for britain. She is wound so tightly at the moment. She is helping Steph with a project for school tomorrow - a bit of diversional tactics on my part. How Steph will cope I do not know as I have just piucked her up from that party - she is now drunk but on a high - after party high. She has a friend with her too and they are giggling like any 16 year olds. Rather cute. God knows when they will / if they will get any sleep. Tomorrow is she is expected to go and cut this Corset out at my MIL's house. OOOOH yes she does textiles for her exams. And as a final piece she is making a Corset!!!! a Black hook and eye at the front and proper bone/stays in and lacing at the back!!! IN my day we made an "A- line" skirt!!! Skirts I can make. Trousers I am a dab hand at ... any thing tricky gets sent to my MIL.<br />Hence the diversional tactic.<br /><br />I, however, in the midst of all this chaos am not relaxing and so am still selling books, Cds and video/PS2/PC games. If it has an ISBN then it may get sold. !!! IF it does not get sold it is getting - gotten rid of!!!<br /><br />My car is full of books I can not sell. and other stuff - all waiting for trips to the book dump and tip.<br /><br />My head is whirling and spinning - I can not sleep I have to be doing things. I have huge plans for the week school holidays. The kids are taking cover already BUT I have not touched thier bedrooms for months....and they are not listening to my warnings... to the roll of bin bags are coming out.<br /><br />I am really letting my head unravel writing all of this.<br /><br />Going back to my Dad's house, both the kids have been grounded for doing something that has really annoyed me. But I have not grounded them this weekend .... NO NOT ME<br />I have grounded them in advance for one day in the up coming school holiday, when we will go up and clean Dad's house ready for it going on the market. Oooo they are so happy about that!!!<br /><br />Work is chaos but I LOVE IT - my class are wonderful<br /><br />UPDATE - I did the taxing.... after a shakey drive earlier in the evening this return visit was not too bad ... but I did run over a rabbit!!!!Fizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02567163619063679995noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394135777959809652.post-64614378689200018072009-01-10T23:19:00.002+00:002009-01-10T23:43:46.631+00:00Rounding up and balancing the scales.In the best of therapy they tell you to make a list of the good and the bad.<br /><strong>Good</strong><br /><ol><li>I am back at work and LOVE it. It is so good to be back. I went in on Monday and I love my class and all my surroundings. I know that all work places have the "politics" but this is me settled. I have a job until the summer holidays and I am hoping that I will be kept on. I am trying my best to do the right thing. To plan correctly, inspire, follow up, assess correctly.... everything that will make them want to keep me on. </li><li>The insurance paid out and covered the cost of a new car, plus service package and tax. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">In fact</span> we made a little profit! I collected it last night and as you will read further on, the timing could not have been better. I managed to get in the car and drive, which is great as I had to get it home. You would not believe that it is the same colour, same year. It is amazing . They rushed it through <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">valeting</span> for me, and then as it was not dry I sat on plastic covers to get it home. My hubby however had a VERY wet bum when I picked him up <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">LOL</span></li><li>As you will see below, I am selling all the books and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Cd's</span> and DVDs in the house on Amazon . I have made £300 since 28<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">th</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">DEC</span>. £400 in total. It takes a bit to come though but it is working. You just put in the ISBN number and it comes up and then you press a "sell your copy" button and PUFF you go through the listing process. </li><li>Hubby works as a Techie as a profession. He brought home a hand held scanner and so I just scan the bar code into the PC and "Poof" the number appears!!! </li></ol><p>The Crap. (condensed)</p><ol><li>My Lovely, fantastic <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">FIL</span> has colon Cancer. Starts the chemo this week. We have been told it is treatable. I am really torn up about this. Hubby is in denial. Am concerned for him. He has an op to fit a tube that will feed the chemo into his heart. </li><li>My Mum is in hospital again with a urine infection. She has caught the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">MRSA</span> bug (supper bug). She should be barrier nursed as it is infectious only there is not enough beds for this to happen. The actual infection is on her stomach where her <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">catheter</span> tube enters her pubic/stomach area. Therefore if I touch the sheets etc I must wash and use antiseptic gel provided the hospital to kill the infection so that I do not pass any of it onto my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">FIL</span>. </li><li>We are really short of money. My daughter got loads of money for working over <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Xmas</span> and also as <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">presents</span> she has given it to us to use as we are so skint. The money for the car was kept on one side for obvious reasons. I will not get paid until the end of Feb. We had to borrow money off my in-laws tonight .</li><li>My Dad has decided not to do anything for himself. As I was ill just before <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Xmas</span> with the crash and everything, I did not get to decorate the house or write his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Xmas</span> cards so he did not bother with either. Then on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Xmas</span> day my sister and BIL cooked for them (mum was a bit vague and tired).Dad got drunk and ruined <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">their</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Xmas</span>. The fall out has been <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">awful</span>. Lots of hints that dad has told me is true that I let the family down. I feel shite! </li><li>Sister is organising for Mum to go into full time care, and Dad to sell the house and get a one bed flat that he can manage. There is a lot of family politics going on. I have tried to explain that I can not be split in so many ways </li><li>My daughter is sitting her mock exams and I want to support her in every way. </li></ol><p> </p><p>I am trying my hardest honestly </p>Fizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02567163619063679995noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394135777959809652.post-29248836701645864522008-12-29T21:03:00.003+00:002008-12-29T21:37:18.376+00:00Festive Round Up<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOdIZxU6c2TjNO9Hkvor_-JetrCRrLawDALFnI4-9__O30FH8ak5cWO4SVMDqwUxkGqYtVEAHNOdhjnFTD1cq4U_tGmFf-w5_gUCw_TuvSadsORUMbvdbG-21EQnhVHvzMGAuhhLrqUvw/s1600-h/Xmas+2008+043.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285329297590188866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOdIZxU6c2TjNO9Hkvor_-JetrCRrLawDALFnI4-9__O30FH8ak5cWO4SVMDqwUxkGqYtVEAHNOdhjnFTD1cq4U_tGmFf-w5_gUCw_TuvSadsORUMbvdbG-21EQnhVHvzMGAuhhLrqUvw/s320/Xmas+2008+043.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXcjY7i6U4A3KFOCOgcKo3VmEmKnIN5Ucp-MxvVs6OzngX09CkIfoi64TQzlffuQ0IHxWxQSxyEv1v37zqyllIs4IK8t0GtP7r1TSnK6B6W3KfR3vB724Cq_1c0qlkcwx2epUwkA2ehCc/s1600-h/Xmas+2008+037.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285328314381996482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXcjY7i6U4A3KFOCOgcKo3VmEmKnIN5Ucp-MxvVs6OzngX09CkIfoi64TQzlffuQ0IHxWxQSxyEv1v37zqyllIs4IK8t0GtP7r1TSnK6B6W3KfR3vB724Cq_1c0qlkcwx2epUwkA2ehCc/s320/Xmas+2008+037.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Did you have a good Christmas?<br />Did you?<br />I am having a very different Christmas. Not bad, just different.<br />First of all, even though I love having my Hubby home for the two weeks, he has taken over the house and is like a man possessed. He always cooks etc, but he is doing all this huffing and puffing whilst washing, etc. BUT all he does it put it in piles and shove it upstairs.<br />I have given up and am concentrating on tidying upstairs and then <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">keeping</span> out of his way.<br />I invited his parents around tomorrow for a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Lasagne</span> and salad... suddenly he is baking and cooking all these little canapes. He is a great cook though and if I am honest he relaxes whilst cooking. ME? I hate it.<br />The insurance cheque has finally come through and It will go in the bank tomorrow. The garage that I bought my old car from have lined up another one for me. Slightly smaller engine, but that is not a problem to me.<br />The Mum and Dad issue is brewing again. I will not go into it but to say that cos I was ill and bruised, I forgot all about writing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">their</span> Christmas cards for them. Did they remind me? NO, Did they write them themselves? NO, I am being blamed for them not sending any Christmas cards... and for not decorating the house for them.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">PFFFFFFT</span>!!!<br />I start back in my old job next week I can not wait. I love it and am looking forward to it - although I have a lot of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">preparation</span> to do between now and then.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Steph</span> worked from the Saturday after the schools broke up right up to close of business on Christmas eve, even the Sunday, - the florist was very busy. She then got loads of Christmas money and is rolling in funds now!<br />Matty, got an ear infection two nights before Christmas and he and I spent an eventful night in the lounge trying to settle him down - being in so much pain he was screaming. In the morning, hubby took him to the docs who said he had the most horrendous infection. So he has spent the holiday dosed up on Antibiotics, paracetamol and ibuprofen. A week on he is still getting twinges of pain. BUT is better<br />I am looking forward to my In-Laws coming round tomorrow. On New Years Eve, we have a friend around too. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Steph</span> is going to a party and I am missing her at times like these.<br />But she is growing up.<br /><br />Have a wonderful New Year Everyone.....<br />Best Wishes for 2009</div></div>Fizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02567163619063679995noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394135777959809652.post-44259944201200301432008-12-21T13:57:00.002+00:002008-12-21T14:15:59.540+00:00<span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Well school has broken up</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The insurance company have offered me a final figure that is £60 more than what I paid for the car. Then minus the excess of £250.00. But am happy with that. </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I wish that everything would <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">hurray</span> up, but with Christmas I realistically think I will get a car in the new year. </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Car prices have dropped, and the garage I bought Bella from are desperate for my custom.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Fish eat fish babies</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I have spent £200.00 in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Asda</span> this afternoon..... granted it included a lot of gifts</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Best friend coming around tomorrow evening to have our regular special party :) </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I have a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">quandary</span>, I have bought an 18 piece drinking glass set for my parents for Christmas as they like a tipple , but are terrible for breaking their glasses. So I know they want this gift. However, it is made by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ASDA's</span> cheap budget range and cost me £2.40 .... YES £2.40 for all 18 glasses. SO do I wrap it like it is , OR do I unpack it and wrap it in something else so that it looks like I have spent a bit more on them?</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I am making mince pies with orange pastry this afternoon. </span><a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/food/recipes/database/oldfashionedsweetmin_90635.shtml"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"><strong>Hairy Biker <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Recipe</span>.</strong></span></a><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I also have all the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Xmas</span> cakes to decorate.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I also want to make </span><a href="http://uktv.co.uk/food/recipe/aid/610076"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;">these</span></strong></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">..... I saw them being made on TV yesterday..... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">mmmmmmmm</span></span><br />Now do I make truffles or not?<br />My daughter works on a Saturday for a florist in a Green grocer's shop, she gave me the most <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">beautiful</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">bouquet</span> yesterday, all different kinds of flowers, some are the ornamental cabbages that have been sprayed gold on the edges of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">their</span> petals..It looks wonderful..... it smells of boiled cabbage!<br />Had to get a taxi home today from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">asda</span>, the driver reckoned that I should leave the beer in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">the</span> car as payment! I reckoned I should leave Matty in the car to save my sanity!! he did not agree. I rang my Hubby and asked him to be ready to help empty the car when we got home as the driver was after his beer! All very funny -except he would not let me leave "that kid" in the car, not even for an hour or so!!!<br />I did try.<br />Well have waffled enough.<br />Will try and take photos of the food if I can.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span>Fizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02567163619063679995noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394135777959809652.post-39884015504954046962008-12-15T17:06:00.003+00:002008-12-15T17:31:50.867+00:00Sunday's Round Up... 24 hours late.- AKA Why I am NOT festive.Normally I write a post on a Sunday morning rounding up my week.<br />WHAT a week last was.<br />Phew so here is the round up.<br />Sunday last: Well we left it where I was bruised and bashed and my poor car....<br />By the middle of the week I had Flu. I am very careful to use the "Flu " word, as I feel too many people call a common cold, flu. But I had temperatures, both hot and cold, shivers that felt so hot and yet had me shaking. At the same time the bruises became worse. The most painful part was my left leg from my knee to the top of my foot. I am not a nurse, but think that the bruises knocked my immune levels and so my poor body just decided to complain about everything. Worrying about money, I accepted work but in the end my Hubby rang in for me, by whihc point i had lost my voice. My family were worried that apart from looking at the car on Sunday morning, I had not left the house and was becoming a recluse. Truth be I probably was, but I also slept a HUGE amount.<br /><br />Then I began to feel better and decided that a bit of pampering would be in order, kick me in to moving myself. So I had a long bath the other morning, "borrowing" some of Steph's girlie bath products. Looking at my legs I decided they needed so attention. However shaving over the bruises was not a good idea I thought, so I used some cream. I have used it before on my legs. But for some reason, it burnt my leg. BURNT the sore bruise on my leg. I spent yesterday in more discomfort.<br /><br />Ooo and the iron broke, by which time I was laughing hysterically......<br /><br />It was a long wierd week.<br /><br />This week has started off better, I got myself some work this morning in a school I have worked inbefore. All fine and dandy, meeting old friends, etc. Until a 5 year old threw up infront of me!Fizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02567163619063679995noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394135777959809652.post-12524488876378982942008-12-12T10:18:00.003+00:002008-12-12T10:42:00.654+00:00<a href="http://laquet.blogspot.com/">Jo, my bloggy buddy</a>....has kindly tagged me with this meme. Apparently she should have tagged SIX people but being so close to Christmas felt this unfair, so tagged ME.<br /><br />Anyways, it goes something like this -<br />1. Link to the person who tagged you.<br />2. Post the rules on your blog.<br />3. Write six random things about yourself.<br />4. Tag six people at the end of your post and link to them.<br />5. Let each person know they've been tagged and leave a comment on their blog.<br />6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up.<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">So here are SIX random facts about me.</span></strong><br /><ol><li>I do not put milk on breakfast cereal. Always eat it dry.</li><li>I never wear socks unless it is really really cold and then I have to raid my Hubby's drawer.</li><li>My MIL has three twin sisters.</li><li>I have dark brown curly hair which I have streaked with vivid red.</li><li>If I have the choice, I will always watch The Hallmark Channel </li><li>My tastes are changing as I get older. I find that instead of choosing really chocolately options I will opt for lemon options now. </li></ol><p>NOW do I tag or not?</p><p>I know that <a href="http://pbsandwich.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>PBS </strong></span></a>likes memes. </p>Fizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02567163619063679995noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394135777959809652.post-2360981120215713762008-12-09T06:20:00.002+00:002008-12-09T06:33:21.423+00:00TuesdayThe Good news is that I have been paid today, I have had to walk to the nearest cash machine at 5:30 am to get the money that I owe my daughter as she if going to the Birmingham Clothes Show. She had saved her birthday money for today, but as she saw us struggling lent it to us, however we should have paid it back last week, but I did not get paid.<br /><br />I rang around the insurance and police yesterday and the actual "making a claim" proocedure was pretty painless.<br /><br />My bruises are doing wonderful colour changes, I can not wear a bra just yet as it is uncomfortable. My knee is wierd though if I turn over in bed,m I hit the roof if I catch it in such a way. However I do not have a problem walking on it.<br /><br />I had a drunken phone call from my Dad last night, where he was rambling, saying things that I know are true, but actually using words that were not nice/subtle<br /><br />I can not get any enthusiasm for Christmas now. Really struggling,<br /><br />I am sure that once I know whether the car is a write off or not, I can make some decisions. I am not sure that the money I will recieve if it is a write off will go let us replace it like for like. I am just hoping that she can be mended.<br /><br />I am supposed to be available for work today, however last night I went to bed with a huge temperature, coughing and shivering and burning up......I am now just laughing at everything!Fizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02567163619063679995noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394135777959809652.post-64768241888976395392008-12-06T20:21:00.009+00:002008-12-07T20:23:16.371+00:00<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Updated Sunday midday</span></strong><br />Just been to see my poor car!<br />OOO I cried.<br />I am still really shakey. It looks that on impact the air bag inflated, but my seat belt broke with the force, which must account for all the bruising I have from my shoulder to my waist. I do not remember that happening. I think I am very lucky.<br />We got home, and then Dad turned up to tell my that my Mum is back in hospital and in emergency awaiting an X-ray.<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a title="car 001 by Fizzy1, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66736530@N00/3088721873/"><img height="180" alt="car 001" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3248/3088721873_7bf82e02cb_m.jpg" width="240" /></a></p><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Saturday</strong></span><br />It has a pretty dismal week really.<br />I have been incredibly worried about money and lack of work. Although I am not able to substantiate it, I have felt that the lack of work has been due to me making a fuss about not being paid correctly. I finally got some work on Friday morning... a morning. However it was in a school that I worked in for about 18months and so I was really happy about going back.<br />It was in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">FS</span>1/2 Jo!!!<br />I then went home by way of the shops, treated myself to a nice lunch on the way. Then once home I received a phone call from a colleague who was looking for an important document and wanted to know if I had a copy(<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ofsted</span> panic). I did and offered to take it into school. After leaving I drove home. On the way I stopped to turn right and ...the next thing I knew there was an airbag inflated and smoke, and chaos... People were coming round me, but I could not speak. They asked me questions but I could not speak, only once to scream "I want to go home". I just sat there. A passing off duty policewoman stopped to help and I gave her my phone, but once she put my purse in my hand I refused to let go of it. She asked me my name and all I could say was "F F F F F F F F F F F "<br />So I ended up in hospital.<br />Was checked out.<br />Still refused to let go of my purse.<br />Eventually my Hubby arrived and they let me go home, badly bruised and very shaken.<br />I am not allowed to do anything, I have had to ask to stand up and potter around!<br />I have a huge black bruise the from my shoulder to my hip in the line of my seat belt. And my already dodgy knee is worse for wear after ramming the dash board, but apart from that I have come off really well. I still can not remember what happened.<br /><br />So this is another worry, I am really not in the festive spirit of things at the moment. I just feel that everything is going wrong. No work, no money, falling behind with the odd bill, no phone that I can ring out on, we already owe my In-Laws some money, now a car to sort out .....<br />My lovely car...Fizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02567163619063679995noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394135777959809652.post-54080656476614133542008-12-02T13:39:00.003+00:002008-12-02T14:05:22.339+00:00Discovering<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTpdJHLQTMoGfF2m0brG6lcp3GLo4feFajGi_KS_EyFeAxYa3_4yrLrH5WNI2Y-Anonqjuj4ncmyjYxHwWTfIDoVWHiEe1nt6wXmunh42fDBMLQIACn3zyWL-P1mbEmzvdqjyUD6n6pQ8/s1600-h/science_human_eye.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275193449778699554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTpdJHLQTMoGfF2m0brG6lcp3GLo4feFajGi_KS_EyFeAxYa3_4yrLrH5WNI2Y-Anonqjuj4ncmyjYxHwWTfIDoVWHiEe1nt6wXmunh42fDBMLQIACn3zyWL-P1mbEmzvdqjyUD6n6pQ8/s320/science_human_eye.gif" border="0" /></a>Last night I <span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>discovered</strong></span> that when I put my glasses on, I can actually see a lot better. It is ages since I wore my glasses. Am wearing them today.<br /><div>I had the best nights sleep that I have had in ages last night. Hubby mentioned this morning that I looked really rested and left me in bed as he went to work. I did not get up until 10:00am !!!! What a lazy mare I am. </div><br /><div>Argued like crazy with my agency who only paid me £400 of the £1000 they owe me. Burst into tears on the phone. I cried on the phone! Feel a prat. However, they promoised to the get the manager to ring me back.... have not done so far! I also am now not getting any work from them. </div><br /><div>Am now feeling really low. </div><br /><div>I have a prescription to fill.... think that I need to get it done asap as I have run out of happy pills. Have been without them for a couple of weeks now. Felt that I could manage and use the money on xmas etc.... <strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">discovered </span></strong>I was wrong. </div><br /><div>Well we have three different sets of baby fish now. It turns out that we must have bought them pregnant.... I will give the pet shop people a stern look over the top of my glasses when we next go. <strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Discovered</span></strong> a new use for my glasses.</div><br /><div>I am really cold and my silly mood is making me not put the fire on, as I am the only one in the house. Stupid Fizz. Put the bloody fire on! </div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">discovered</span></strong> that I have taken to talking to myself.</div><br /><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Discovered</strong></span> and justified a trip to the chemist. </div><br /><div>When I finally made it downstairs this morning, <strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">discovered</span></strong> that it had snowed over night. </div><br /><div>Yesterday I was conned into taking the children to school and drove in sleet for the first time. I <strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">discovered</span></strong> that car windscreens get muckier a lot quicker when it sleets. </div><br /><div>I <strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">discovered</span></strong> that my water spurty thingme bob that spreays clean water on to the windscreen was frozen.</div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Discovered</span></strong> that I still do not know where to put antifreeze to stop that happening again. </div>Fizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02567163619063679995noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394135777959809652.post-14666448578914892352008-11-30T10:49:00.003+00:002008-11-30T14:01:25.133+00:00Sunday MorningI have not had the text saying "I am still alive" and it is nearly 11am. I guess it was a good party last night. However, on the coldest night of the year so far, I am taxi-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ing</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Steffi</span> dressed as Jesse from the Toy story, only wearing short shorts, to her party with her boyfriend and his friend.<br />There are lots of things wrong there.<br />First of all I thought Girls took <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">their</span> friends along<br />Second of all, I should have been saying, "you can not go out dressed like that, you''ll catch your death..." instead I was thinking " I wish I had legs as long as that"<br />Thirdly... oh well I will not go into that.<br /><br />Mum is out of hospital now, but weak and forgetful. popped in last night and went back this morning. My Aunt was also there so it was nice to see them all. I have been to pick <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Steff</span> up this morning and the countryside was so pretty, Bright brilliant sunshine but so cold. There is frost on the ground and some of the fields are white and crispy. The others are bright green from the wet dew. The trees are all bare now too. Such a lovely sight. The tired 16yr old that hobbled into my car was not such a pretty sight. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">LOL</span> lack of sleep and a lovely bright blue bruise on her knee, and a mark around her neck where the cowboy hat had been.<br /><br />I am cooking again tonight, that will make it Four nights in a row and FIVE times this week!<br /><br />No matter how pretty the scenery is today, I am not going out again.... am even considering putting my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">PJs</span> back on.Fizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02567163619063679995noreply@blogger.com0