My Ordinary Fascinating Life

We made our first snowman on Monday when it snowed pretty heavily where we live. The kids had lots of fun, although I think I had the most fun, as I never got to play in the snow growing up in South America. I even did a snow angel on our drive.

But the next morning the snowman had started to melt and its head fell off. At seeing this my 2 year old said "JJ did it!" Blaming her big brother.

I had to explain about the sun melting the snow but they insist it's magic that made the snowman disappear. All that's left of him now is his carrot nose and grape eyes laying sadly on the grass.

Still, I'll always have the memory of making my very first snowman.

I found another dirty van with something quirky written on it. This one said, "I wish my wife was this dirty". The reply: "If you think this is dirty, you should see what my girlfriend can do with my golf balls."

I had to explain to my husband what a girl could do with golf balls!

Last month I read Town of Widows by James Canon. It's set in a small town in Colombia All the men of the village are taking by guerillas and the women have to fend for themselves; in doing so they end up creating a whole new culture and social/political structure. It's a great read and very interesting especially if you are into women's studies literature.

Last week I finished reading the sequel to Wicked: The Life and Times of the wicked With of the West. This book is called Son of a Witch. The first book provided the original idea for the West End Musical which I can also recommend...it's fantastic! But the books are darker and the plots are full of political, social and religious themes. Son of a Witch follows the young life of the alleged son of the Wicked Witch, Elphaba. It has a great ending and it's superbly written.

This week I started reading Gaudi's Key by Esteban Martin and Andreu Carranza. It's very similar to the DaVinci Code. It's got the familiar plot of the granddaughter trying to decipher clues that the grandfather has left around the city of Barcelona in Gaudi's architecture, etc. And her mission is to safeguard 'the secret' of the Knights of Moriah, another religious organisation. And some baddies from a 'satanic sect' are after her and the secret. So again, it's like the DaVinci Code but instead of being set in Paris is set in Barcelona. If you've ever been to Barcelona and love Gaudi's work, and if you're into this sort of read you might like this book. I certainly find it very hard to put down.

I attended my first aqua aerobics class today. In an attempt to lose the post pregnancy baby weight as well as the donught/cake/chocolate weight I went to the local swimming pool expecting to be the only overweight person there! It is safe to say I was the youngest person there because as I seem to forget living in a coastal town I am frequently surrounded by OAP's.

Anyway, as the class got momentum I was very self aware of my wobbly bits making lost of waves around me. And with all those wobbly women bouncing up and down you would have thought the wave machine had been turned on. At one stage it was all I could do from keeping my boobs from giving me two black eyes!

I had a fantastic time and will be going there again. So the swimming public better have their life vests and arm bands....it's gonna get rough!

My husband wins all sorts of competition prizes. Most recently he won a two night stay at a wonderful spa in Surrey. We got to stay in their biggest and poshest suite. We also had two complimentary treatments each.

We'd never had massages done before, which might seem shocking to a lot of you but we just never had to pay for a massage as in our earlier married days we used to massage each other frequently and now after 2 kids we are just too broke or too tight to justify that kind of expense.

Anyway, long story short, we kept joking about him fantasizing about having a young lady as his masseuse and me wishing him to have a big burly man with calloused hands...lol This went backwards and forwards with me hoping to be massaged by a tall dark and handsome man or even an attractive nubile young woman. And of course Dylan wishing me to have the opposite.

The time came for Dylan's appointment and I sat with him in the waiting area. I had to contain myself when his therapist arrived. He must have been in his 80's. Poor Dylan. And I had just made an internal wish for him to have his wishes and be massaged by a prety young thing.

It must have been divine intervention chastising us for our lustful natures because I too ended up with the old man giving me an full body massage.

All said and done, the man knew his stuff and my body felt wonderfully relaxed after the massage. I take my hat off to that wise old masseur.

I haven't written any new entries since before Christmas. I had little chance to sit on the computer during the holidays and I had a bit of a mental block but as I made our dinner tonight I thought of a funny thing to share with you.

Tonight we're having sausage and mash. But this is not any ordinary bangers and mash. Firstly, the sausages are pork chipolatas with herbs, cranberry and apple, yum yum. But the most exciting part of the dinner is the mash as it is a sweet potato mash that I've made with a new kind of sweet potato that I bought in my local Tesco. This new sweet potato is called.....drum roll please....SPUDZILLA! haha

It's massive. It's double the size of a large swede. So rush out and go to your local Tesco and snatch up these Spudzillas while stocks last

I must confess something so I can sleep well tonight. My 4 year old son had to sign 20-odd Christmas cards for his school mates. After sitting for about 30 minutes watching him sign just 3 cards I told him to go play and signed the rest with a shaky left hand and put in some chocolate gold coins in each envelope to placate my guilt. There it's out there. I've forged my son's signature

Over the years my husband has won many good prizes in competitions he's entered online. I've been really pleased when he's come home with news of winning a new bed, a meal for two at a fab restaurant in London, a two night stay in an award winning spa, various books and even some yummy food treats. And tonight he announced that he'd won something for me but didn't know whether I would like it. The big prize is.....drum roll.......Bondage Rope.
LOL Totally unexpected! to say the least. My first thought was well, we could always use some rope, in the garden or something... haha

At least he told me and didn't wrap it and put it under the tree. That would have been an awkward Christmas morning moment with my very Catholic parents around. I guess I could always make up some story about needing rope for hanging the kids' pinata!

I think most of you must know what I mean by sleepy sex. I think it tends to happen more often in long term relationships. And I for one advocate it and love it. When it comes to my husband and I, it starts out sleepy and ends up kinky.

It usually happens when we've been flirting with one another all day and one of us goes to sleep before the other. Then he or I will get into bed and start fondling and playing. Usually I resist for a while because I like my sleep and as a full time mother I am truly knackered at the end of the day, but it doesn't take long for him to do something to make me feel horny. While he usually doesn't resist much at all, even if I wake him up in the early hours of the night. He doesn't even care if I've come up to bed horny because I've been watching sexcetera He doesn't mind being used as a piece of meat when it comes to sleepy sex...lol

For some reason though, we never seem to go from sleepy sex to slow love making. It always gets a bit wild and we end up waking one of the kids or feeling sleep deprived for a few days. But I wouldn't change it for the world.

JJ, my four-year-old, was in his first Nativity play yesterday. He was one of the musicians and had the huge responsibility of ringing the bells at the right time.

From previous experience I decided I was going to queue up about an hour before the doors were due to open. So I dragged out my husband, who was working from home that day, and our two-year-old, Isa, to wait with me at the school gates.

We were the first to arrive. Then a mother who I recognised from last year when JJ and her daughter were at Nursery together arrived a few minutes later. I let her take the first spot on the queue as she is disabled and would have been more confortable leaning against the wall. But she seems to know everyone, so as people saw her at the front of the queue they decided to join her. I started getting a bit fed up and starting inching forwards and squaring my back to show my 'territorial claim'. It seemed to work and we ended up in the fifth place on the queue which I was ok about since we would still be able to sit in the front row.

I can't believe how neurotic I can be since becoming a mother....lol All this for ten minutes of kids singing Little Donkey, Away in a Manger and We Wish you a Merry Christmas.

Actually they sang a few songs I had never heard before and they harmonised quite well. They looked really cute in their costumes. Although my kid had his last buttons undone, his shirt hanging out of his back and the wrong trousers on, he still looked adorable to me. Apparently they had a few minutes to change in their classrooms before coming out on stage, someone took his trousers and he was so focused on putting his tie on around his collar that he forgot to do up his buttons

Isa loved every minute of it. She loved seeing her big brother up there and seeing all the girls in their pretty angel dresses. I can just see her up there in 2 years time...awww

On a different note, as all the parents tooks their seats and started getting their cameras ready. Some people metioned that we wouldn't be allowed to take video or photos of out kids because we might also get another child on the video or photograph. I mean it's absurd! We all had to sign these forms allowing or kids to be photographed at the beginning of the school year. Of course we'd want to record their first play. I understand not taking photos with flash on during the performance and all that but....anwyay, the rumours were untrue and since I was in the first row I was able to record a few video clips on my camera which my parents (who live abroad) are going to love watching online.

Sometimes political correcteness and "safety" can stop you from enjoying the simple things in life. I'm glad the school 'guardians' arent' so anally retentive as some others out there.