Monthly Archives: October 2010

What’s in a name?

When I was pregnant with Sausage, I think I drove my husband a little bit mental with the name-choosing process. I pretty much ruled out any name which already belonged to anyone I had ever known, save for the potential of naming her after a relative. I also ruled out any names which gave her ridiculous initials, rhymed with anything which could be used against her (probably from years of being called Jayne the Pain/Bane/Drain …

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Facebook is making me die inside.

I have a bit of a Facebook problem. I spend far too much time checking my Facebook, time when I should be, you know, parenting Sausage or doing housework or something. I’m more than happy to admit that my main motivation for having a Facebook page is my innate nosiness. I love to look at other people’s pictures, read snippets of what’s going on in their lives. I have 343 online friends, the majority of …

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My overactive guilt gland.

I should probably have been born a Catholic. Nah, screw that, I’m far too lethargic/apathetic to remember to pray all the time and go to church every week. But I do have a guilt complex of which a Catholic would be proud. I feel guilty about EVERYTHING. You know when you eat a can of baked beans? If I leave even one bean in the can when I empty it into the saucepan (oh alright, …

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Things you never think about…until you become a parent.

Note to self; I must remember that Sausage has been eating lumps of red Play Doh, before I change her nappy and panic about all the red bits in her poo. Hmm, I wonder if there’s a more practical way to deal with an attached child than to have them actually sitting on your lap while you pee? Oh, wow, she moved over a bit, that means I now have FOUR WHOLE INCHES of my …

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OH NOEZ, NOT TEH INTERNETZ!

So, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’ve made a couple of changes on my blog. First of all, I’ve removed any trace of my daughter’s name from my posts, and have removed the post which contained pictures of her. Secondly, I’ve also removed my Husband’s name from all of the posts. They will, forever more, be known in the blogosphere as “Sausage” and “Husband”. Now, I’m well aware that this may seem like …

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Homage.

I thought I’d do a little post to give you an insight into the blogs which inspire me, the blogs that I love. So here goes, in no particular order: Hyperbole and a Half This part comic, part blog, part autobiography is written by Allie Brosh and is probably my favourite blog on the whole of the interwebs. The illustrations, which are all done with MS Paint are unbelievably emotive and marry perfectly with her …

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A list of people who I might allow to read my child a bedtime story. Or, an open letter to Shane Ritchie.

Richard Briers I’ll admit it, I’m a enormous fan of The Good Life and I do have machinations of one day being just like Tom and Barbara (but it would be an awful lot of effort, doing all that work and maintaining that impish charm and Cheltenham Girls College accent, wouldn’t it?) Richard Briers is the man who EVERYONE wants as their Grandad, isn’t he? Such a kindly old so-an-so, with a perfect voice for …

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Something’s COT to give…

So, after my post about Sausage sleeping in our bedroom, our situation has now officially morphed into a co-sleeping one. For the last week or so, Sausage has been sleeping really badly. On the worst night I was up with her FIVE times. We’ve come to the conclusion that it’s her cot that’s causing the issues. Sausage is a serious wriggler in her sleep, which means she spends more time on top of her duvet, …

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Collecting Straws

My husband is one of those people who knows everything. Not in a douchey “I’m a know-it-all” kind of way, he’s just got one of those amazing brains which stores an unfathomable amount of stuff. Couple that with an overactive thirst for knowledge and he knows a lot. He’s the kind of guy you want on your team at a pub quiz. So, the other day, he was doing some reading about various different philosophies …

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“Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives.”

I had a dream. Not a particularly profound one, in the great big Dr. King scheme of things, but it really shook me up. I should probably set the scene. On Monday, I spent the afternoon cooking. I made a chicken soup from the chicken that was leftover from the previous days roast, and I also made a beef stew as we had company coming for dinner on Tuesday (and besides, I always think a …

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