I'm on a roll now with this article writting!

This one's a little bit of a strange one, but if you read it through, you'll get it.

I hope you all understand why i've written this as i have and why i feel so strongly!

lol everyone and be safe!

lisa xxxx.

started working on one of my other ideas!!!

saved in drafts as i think i began waffling!!!

girls are still wide awake!!!!

i'm tired! been to work today, craig got back from oxford last night after a couple of days working away, it's like a mad house here tonight!

bye for now, lol lisa xxxx.

i've come up with three ideas for articles...

all are going to be based on my experience...

i know some of the subjects have been covered before, but everyone's experience is different, and so hopefully i'll give another point of view!

i wanted to blog them, so i don't forget!!!!

1) SPD

2) Carseats and car accidents!

3) Miscarriage

so there's my 'note to self!' for future reference!!

what do you think of these ideas????

lol lisa xxxx.

I'D LOVE TO BE EIGHT AGAIN

A man asked his wife what she'd like for her birthday.

I'd love to be eight again" she replied.

On the morning of her birthday he rose early, made her a nice big bowl of Coco Pops and then took her off to the local theme park. What a Day! He put her on every ride in the park:

The Death Slide

The Wall of Fear

The Screaming Monster Roller Coaster

Five hours later she staggered out of the theme park. Her head was reeling and her stomach felt upside down. Right away they journeyed to a McDonalds where her loving husband ordered her a Happy Meal with extra fries and a refreshing chocolate milk shake.

Then it was off to the movies: the latest Star Wars epic, a hot dog, popcorn, all the Coke she could drink, her favorite lolly and M&Ms .

What a fabulous adventure!

Finally she wobbled home with her husband and collapsed onto the bed exhausted.

He leaned over his precious wife with a big smile and lovingly asked "Well Dear, what was it like being eight again?"

Her eyes slowly opened and her expression suddenly changed "I meant my dress size!"

The moral of this story: Even when a man is listening, he's still going to get it wrong.

which sounds about right to me!!!!

lol lisa xxxx. 

i feel like i do nothing but moan at the moment, especially about being tired!!

craig's away with work tomorrow night, so i'm sure it could well be a night from hell with caitlin, particularly as it's a night before pre-school and i am at work on friday too!!!

i wish emily would sleep through the night just once!!

we've seen the health visitor today, because she's soooo tiny!

nothing to worry about though, but been given some tips (again!) that MIGHT help her sleeping!!

here's hoping!

lol to all lisa xxxx.

i've been about on minti for a year now and i've just learnt how to do links today!!!!

horray for me!  i'm ssooooooo pleased with myself!

lol lisa xxxx.

"Gold Wrapping Paper"

Some time ago a mother punished her five year old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and she became even more upset when the child used the gold paper to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.

Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her mother the next morning and then said, "This is for you, Momma."

The mother was embarrassed by her earlier over reaction, but her anger flared again when she opened the box and found it was empty. She spoke to her daughter in a harsh manner.

"Don't you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something inside the package?"

She had tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Momma, it's not empty! I blew kisses into it until it was full."

The mother was crushed. She fell on her knees and put her arms around her little girl, and she begged her forgiveness for her thoughtless anger.

An accident took the life of the child only a short time later, and it is told that the mother kept that gold box by her bed for all the years of her life.

Whenever she was discouraged or faced difficult problems she would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.

In a very real sense, each of us, as human beings, have been given a Golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family and friends. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.

This is my thought for the day our children are precious, let them always know how much we love them.  This morning my 4 year old asked me if it was ok for her to live with me forever, to which I gave the obvious answer...  this is your home as long as you want to live here...  to which she replied...  I really love you mummy....

lol to you all and your families, lisa xxxx.

well i just quickly wrote an article this afternoon although based upon my experiences i'm not sure it's as good as my first article.

i really wanted to promote my thoughts on my work and how i feel as a professional working with the disabled, i hope that i do this.

i hope that it is positive for anyone who may be going through experiences with a disabled child.

and i hope that anyone who wants to feels free to minti mail me at any time if they have any questions, i can't guarantee that i'll have all the answers though, but i may know where to find them!

lol to all lisa xxxx.

i'm itching to write something else on minti, please please please can you all come up with some ideas for me...

lol lisa xxxx.

when i came on line there seemed to be loads of people about and now there's not a lot going on!!!

where's everyone gone???!!

any how...

the weekend is inproving especially as work is over...

until monday!!!

hope you're all well, we're enjoying a girl's night tonight cause craig's gone night fishing!!

the mad person...  in this weather he is going to sleep in a tent by the canel!!!!

o well, each to their own!!!!

lol and best wishes everyone,  lisa caitlin and emily xxxx.

Why Women Are Crabby

We started to 'bud' in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only to find that anything that came in contact with those tender, blooming buds hurt so bad it brought us to tears. So came the ridiculously uncomfortable training bra contraption that the boys in school would snap until we had calluses on our backs.
Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or sooner). Along with those budding boobs, we bloated, we cramped, we got the hormone crankies, had to wear little mattresses between our legs or insert tubular, packed cotton rods in places we didn't even know we had.
Our next little rite of passage was having sex for the first time which was about as much fun as having a ramrod push your uterus through your nostrils (IF he did it right and didn't end up with his little cart before his horse), leaving us to wonder what all the fuss was about.
Then it was off to Motherhood where we learned to live on dry crackers and water for a few months so we didn't spend the entire day leaning over Brother John . Of course, amazing creatures that we are (and we are), we learned to live with the growing little angels inside us steadily kicking our innards night and day making us wonder if we were preparing to have Rosemary's Baby.
Our once flat bellies looked like we swallowed a whole watermelon and we pee'd our pants every time we sneezed. When the big moment arrived, the dam in our blessed Nether Regions invariably burst right in the middle of the mall and we had to waddle, with our big cartoon feet, moaning in pain all the way to the ER.
Then it was huff and puff and beg to die while the OB says, 'Please stop screaming, Mrs. Hearmeroar . Calm down and push. 'Just one more good push' (more like 10), warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the
%$#*@*#!* hubby and doctor square in the nose for making us cram a wiggling, mushroom-headed 10 pound bowling ball through a keyhole.
After that, it was time to raise those angels only to find that when all that 'cute' wears off, the beautiful little darlings morphed into walking, jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop machines.
Then come their 'Teen Years.' Need I say more?
When the kids are almost grown, we women hit our voracious sexual prime in our early 40's - while hubby had his somewhere around his 18th birthday.
So we progress into the grand finale: 'The Menopause,' the Grandmother of all womanhood. It's either take HRT and chance cancer in those now seasoned 'buds' or the aforementioned Nether Regions, or, sweat like a hog in July, wash your sheets and pillowcases daily and bite the head off anything that moves.
Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men, when men get off so easy, INCLUDING the icing on life's cake: Being able to pee in the woods without soaking their socks...
So, while I love being a woman, 'Womanhood' would make the Great Gandhi a tad crabby. You think women are the 'weaker sex?' Yeah right. Bite me.

the title of this blog says it all!!!!

it's definately one of those days....

the girls still aren't dressed yet and want to do this then change their mind!!!

aaaarrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!

i'm at work tomorrow...

for a rest!!!

bless them xxxx.

lol to all lisa xxxx.

THE BEST BLONDE JOKE OF THE YEAR - SO FAR:

 

A man was in his front yard mowing grass when his attractive blonde female neighbor came out of the house and went straight to the mailbox.

She opened it then slammed it shut andstormed back in the house.

A little later she came out of her house again went to the mail box and again,opened it, slammed it shut again. Angrily, back into the house she went.

As the man was getting ready to edge the lawn, here she came out again, marched to the mail box, opened it and then slammed it closed harder than ever.

Puzzled by her actions the man asked her, 'Is something wrong?'

To which she replied, 'There certainly is!'

My stupid computer keeps saying, 'YOU'VE GOT MAIL!'