Sunday, 22 February 2009

Search terms

I decided to see how people had stumbled upon my blog. Like evry Blogger Nerd I have signed up to a Stat counter which logs any search terms used. So here are the most popular searches - looks like there are some disappointed pervs out there:-

  • Human Milk Machine
  • Woman Milk Machine
  • "Huge" Breasts on Milk Machine
  • Size 12 Arse
  • Wife on Milk Machine
  • Different size arses
  • Milk Machine on Human

So there you have it!

Wooka Fadooka


Whilst we were in London with Charlie and Woody, we bought the girls a couple of small gifts. One of the gifts we bought them was a flashing rubber ball from the Science Museum. Not wanting to spoil the surprise, Mr M told Lola that we'd bought her a gift but wouldn't tell her what it was.
That girl is so like her Mummy - she can't stand the suspense of surprises and it was driving her potty trying to guess what we'd bought her. Feeling her pain, I told her we'd bought her a 'Rooka Madooka' and for the rest of the journey home from Granny's she was quite happy.
When we got home she tore into the wrapping a proudly announced 'Look Dora - a Wooka Fadooka!' We laughed so hard as we thought she had 'got' the joke - hell no,that girl is so damn proud of her Wooka Fadooka she even insisted on showing the post lady!
*Don't ask who tried to take a picture of it flashing - doh!!!

Saturday, 21 February 2009

Young boys stink!

I know its a wide statement, but its true -young boys stink!

Woody had a friend round today and with all 3 boys in the bedroom I needed a respirator just to enter. Now its a known fact that farts just ooze from Charlie, if there is ever a stray smell - its one of Charlies to be sure (and he probably doesn't realise its his!!)
But today, well - I'd put a years salary on it that they'd all been sitting there squeezing out farts to see who could be the most putrid without actually following through and to top it all off............................

...................................They were sat on the pile of clothes that I'd washed, ironed an laid on their bed last night - so now they stink too and are back in the laundry basket.

I usually find farting highly amusing, but today was one fart too many for this mummy!!

Thursday, 19 February 2009

Forgotten something boys?

Selfish little buggers!

After spending a couple of days in London, doing exactly what the boys wanted to do - and fitting in a bit of shopping ;) - we the had a day out with all 4 kids at the aquarium. Again the boys got to do what they wanted to do and we dropped them off with Cruella at 5pm tonight - yes, we ran the gauntlet and took them back a day late (another story for another day).

So we dropped them off - fed, watered, new clothes, new trainers, new gadgets and souvenirs and guess what?

Not a thank you from either of them - I could have wrung their little necks, the selfish little buggers! We have given up precious time with the girls, to spend quality time with the boys. We have bought them exactly what they wanted and they just took, took, took.

I love my boys, but god do they P me off sometimes!

Wednesday, 18 February 2009

Home

Loved it!

Will post some pictures soon. Off to bed - I'm cream crackered!!

Sunday, 15 February 2009

So excited!

It's half-term and we should have been taking the kids skiing here:-


Until Cruella threw in one of these:-
So we are off here instead!

I'm so excited, the thought of shopping in London is much nicer than the prospect of spending the week on my backside, half way up a mountain!
Will post some pictures when I get back.










Saturday, 14 February 2009

Pass me the brown paper bag

I would like to issue a full apology to anyone who has had to live, work or come into contact with me in the last 5 days.

I'm sorry that i've been totally and utterly vile. I'm sorry that I am so bloated I look 5 months pregnant. I'm sorry that I have so many spots, you could play dot-to-dot. I'm sorry my hair has been so greasy that I could cook a full fry up on it.

Why? Because I have been suffering from the worst PMT symptoms I have ever had and I don't get PMT - ever!
So, just pass me the brown paper bag - I'll pop it over my head and keep it there until it's all over!

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