My sister overthehillmum sent me an award today, Kreative blog and I promise to try my very best to adhere to the rules.



These are the rules...

1) Link 10 blogs

2) Tell these bloggers about the award

3) Write 10 facts about yourself.



Ok here goes.... 10 facts about me.


1) I love to smell things. Yes I agree it's weird but I promise it's only 'nice' smells.


2) When I was young I thought washing my hair in Timotee shampoo would give me lovely blonde hair. I am very definately a dark brunette.


3) As a young child my father managed to presuade me that a stone Tortoise was real. It was only when I  finally picked it up I saw the made in Taiwan stamp underneath.


4) I used to be musical, playing the clarinett and the organ. Obviously not at the same time. I even played in a talent show 3 years running at Butlins.


5) I went to Birmingham University and studied genetics. I even managed to get a degree and eventually became a nurse although I wanted to be a primary school teacher.


6) My number 1 hobby would be reading. I love reading and find many genres interesting. My favourite author of all time would be Piers Anthony as I love fantasy.


7) I got married for the first time last October to the love of my life Peter. I must love him because I have ended up with one of those unusual last names that everyone struggles to pronounce.


8) I have very expensive tastes. You can gaurantee if there is a sale on somewhere I will only like what isn't in the sale and the most expensive thing too!


9) I was invited back stage at The Grand by Matthew Kelly when he was lead in the Hunchback of Notre Dame. I might add it wasn't just me, but my friend and her brother too. Very fun seeing the back stage.


10) I love lists. Anything to do with lists, writing lists, watching programms with lists, anything! 


Now comes the difficult bit. I must pass on the award to 10 people. Here goes.


jollyjillys


midlifesinglemum

mymummywrotethisforme

newmumonline

bloggomy

missielizzie-meandmyshadow

and1moremeansfour

katetakes5

I think that is as many as I can do. Not very sociable at the moment obviously lol. I am still new to all this so hopefully I will make more aquantinces.

mother's day

Well today has been just another day in our household. My oldest daughter who is so like me it is scary, bought me a lovely big box of maltesers. These are my absolute favourite and I can very easily sit and eat a whole box. She was so excited to give me the present and she made me a lovely card from school.

My other two boys bought equally handmade cards home from nursery and Thomas even bought a daffodil wrapped in some foil which he was so proud of.

When I envisage mother's day though I think of mother's being made to feel special but I can't say that today has been any different from any other. Ok so a mother should be appreciated every day of the year and mother's day is probably too commercialised now, but it would have been nice to have had a bit of pampering.

When I was little I remember making my mom breakfast in bed. It was nothing special, just a couple of pieces of toast and a cup of coffee, but I loved spoiling my mom. My eldest says she likes to help but ask her to do something if she wants to go out playing and it's like asking her to file bunions off a tramps foot.

I bought my mother a bunch of lovely mixed roses and her favourite aftereights. She seemed pleased but it is hard to tell sometimes with my mom. I learnt a lot of behaviours from my mother but that's another storey. I think mother is only happy when she is unhappy.

What are other peoples experiences of mother's day? Good or bad? Should we still celebrate it?

Silent Sunday 3rd April

It's all in the name

Well I have always had a thing about names. For as long as I can remember I have found names facinating and as I work in a job where I see many different names, I have lots to titilate me.
It was the other night whilst watching the news that made me think about names. There was an article about a device which can be used in an operating theatre, and the professor who was using it was called Professor Monty Mythen. I had a case of the giggles. What were his parents thinking?
It made me remember when I was young and my father would call me Emma Emma Emmaroids. Now at the time I hadnt got a clue what he was talking about as I had never heard of Haemorrhoids before. I was devastated when I found out what it meant.
Another time I was at work on a night shift and unusually it was rather quiet at work. There were quite a few empty beds. At the time there was a board which would display which beds were occupied and which were empty and they would be coded in different colours depending on the consultant.
I think I had worked a couple of nights already so was probably lacking in sleep and we decided to fill up the empty spaces on the board with fake patients names. You can probably guess the types of names we used. Ben Dover, Mike Hunt, Emma Roids etc etc.
Then in the morning one of the consultants came on duty and looked at the board and went, 'OMG when did all these patients get admitted???' He didn't quiet get it lol. Then another consultant came on took one look at the board and started laughing.
Yes we all work very very hard but we love a good laugh too, it gets us through the day.
See  if anyone can think of some terrible names, here's a few to start you off
John Thomas
Charity Knight
Summer Knight
Mavis Davies
Fanny Adams
Miss Demeanor
Miss Taken -
MRS A - Very infectious
Think I shall stop there or I will never shut up.

On a lighter note

After my blog outburst last night I thought I would lighten the mood again. My moods are like rollercoasters, up one minute then hurtling to the ground the next. I quiet like the dizzy heights but not so keen on zooming speedily to earth again.
Anyways even though I have spent a rather long tiring day at work I feel refreshed and ready to face the world. Well at least until the alarm goes off again at 6.30am tomorrow morning. If only I could win the lotto...... I wouldn't be one of those mad people who say it wouldn't change me. It definately would and there is no chance on earth that I would carry on working. I would love to be able to stay at home and bring up my children. I have absolutely no chance of winning the lotto ever but still I dutifully put my money on every week just in case.
I say I will never win because about 16 years ago 5 of my numbers came up. At this time I was playing the lottery with a friend, where he would pay the £1 on a saturday and I would buy the wednesday ticket. On this draw it was a saturday and I remember sitting in my flat watching the lottery unfold and finding out that I actually had 5 of the numbers. I have never been so excited in all my life. I jumped around the flat screaming and shouting then quickly phoned my mom to tell her the fantastic news.
However there was one factor I hadn't thought of. While on the phone to my mom I noticed the call waiting and on the other line was a rather sheepish sounding friend. I was so excited I never noticed that he didn't sound happy. It turned out that he hadn't put the numbers on that week so no winnings for us. I was devastated. I think at the time it was over £1000 which to a poor student was a royal sum. It is something I have never forgot and so I try to have lucky dips now so it will never happen again.
Who knows one day someone has to win it, why not me? :-)

Babies

I have come to the conclusion that I am a masochist when it comes to babies. Every monday I watch one born every minute and sit rapt while I see other women going through labour and not once does it put me off. I even watched a program on babies being born at 23 weeks and whether it was right to keep them alive or not. Now tonight I have been sat watching Cherry has a baby.
Maybe some background is needed to appreciate why I say I am a masochist when it comes to baby programms. I have 3 lovely children and my husband is very happy with just the three kids, although he would have been happy with just 1. Last september I found out I was pregnant again and I have to admit I was absolutely over the moon even though I was due to get married in october.
Whilst I was over the moon and in love with the idea of having a lovely new baby everyone I told about it was less than thrilled. I could see them thinking 'what on earth is wrong with her. Why does she want more kids?' I can't actually explain why but I love the whole pregnancy thing and holding a brand new life in my arms for the first time. It would just have been nice just once for someone to be as overjoyed as I was at being pregnant and to congratulate me. In fact when I told my friend at work it was as if I had just managed to do the worst most heinous thing in the world. In fact it was as if I had double crossed her because it meant I would go on maternity leave and cause the department to be short staffed.
Who cared though because I was happy and Pete had come round to the situation and everything was looking rosy. We got married in october and I can remember thinking that years down the line I could tell baby that when we looked at my old wedding photo's that they were there too on my special day. I even stayed sober whilst Pete got progressively more drunk as the night went on.
Then on November the 1st last year I noticed some spotting. I was struck with terror although I fobbed Pete off saying that I was sure it was nothing at all. I was 8 weeks by this time. The next day I went to work as normal but by mid morning the bleeding hadn't stopped and my worry got the better of me and I went off to gynae. (I work in a hospital so it was the easiest thing to do.)
To cut a long storey short I ended up haemorrhaging and lost the baby. I spent a couple of days in hospital and felt pretty lousy. This wasn't the first time I had suffered a miscarriage but it was the first time I had to spend time in hospital. It was vile being the patient for a change when I am used to being the one doing the looking after.
It was much different this time because even though Pete was sad about me and losing the baby and everything it was as though he had dodged a bullet. He never wanted this child and so I felt even more sad and alone to how I was feeling. It was as though this baby was my last chance. There would be absolutely no chance of me getting pregnant again even though thats exactly what I wanted to do. Its difficult to explain the loss of a baby that couldn't be seen or even felt other than in my heart. There was a hole inside me that needed to be filled again but it was never going to happen.
Even though it was probably my own grief and paranoia I felt as if everyone was letting of a sigh of relief. It caused a lot of tension with me and Pete and I had many heartfelt conversations with myself. On one level I knew how wrong it was to expect Pete to try for a baby he didn't want and how guilty I would feel if he only agreed to it to make me happy and he was made miserable. Then on another level I would think that he would come round to the idea like he had before and I would be able to see the absolute love in his eyes when he saw his new baby for the first time. In the end I went with the theory that I should just carry on with my life and deal with whatever came in the future.
This is why I say I am a masochist for watching all those baby programs. I would absolutely love to be pregnant again and I dream about it constantly but I can't ever see it happening again. Yes I am so grateful for the 3 lovely kids I have but it doesn't make the loss any easier, in fact I know what I am missing all the more. In fact I pretend I am pregnant at times, and even imagine I can feel my baby moving. How absolutely nutty is that? I guess it doesnt help that I was due in June so in my mind I would still have been pregnant now. Hopefully once June has passed so to will the fantasies.

Silent sunday