Friday, 19 July 2013
Thursday, 18 July 2013
14 months!
Well, bloody hell! 14 months have passed since I even logged in here. I used to be a regular Blogger, but I suppose life just moves on and keeping up with an online journal proves much harder.
In that time, I have run a marathon, clocked up over 600 running miles, worked goodness knows how many writing hours and managed to break my foot and tear all the ligaments and tendons. It wasn't the best situation, as it was during a winter race. Two days before Christmas, actually. Friggin' freezing. Oh, and I was dressed as an elf. So pretty normal then. I fell down a pot hole after being all smug and overtaking some chap dressed as a woman (it WAS a fancy dress race, after all). Fast forward to 3 men in drag having to carry me 300 yards off the trail to the ambulance (paramedics did not even bat an eyelid at my friends and their inflatable breasts...) and then an afternoon in A & E, high off my ass on gas and air and Tramadol, with the bell on my hat still ding-a-linging and me talking complete shite as I was so wasted.
But enough of the grim, 5 months later and I was running again, so all is good.
A small pixie starts school in September, only part-time, but it's still a big change. Probably more so for me.
And I have really itchy feet. Not in the oh-so-you-have-an-infection? style, but travelling itchy feet. I want to flee and explore. Obviously, the practical husband is having none of it, so my dreams of driving one of these babies...
...across Europe, are probably on hold somewhat. I'll convince him, I'm sure...
Hopefully I will write again, although I shan't promise that as I'm pretty flaky right now :-)
In that time, I have run a marathon, clocked up over 600 running miles, worked goodness knows how many writing hours and managed to break my foot and tear all the ligaments and tendons. It wasn't the best situation, as it was during a winter race. Two days before Christmas, actually. Friggin' freezing. Oh, and I was dressed as an elf. So pretty normal then. I fell down a pot hole after being all smug and overtaking some chap dressed as a woman (it WAS a fancy dress race, after all). Fast forward to 3 men in drag having to carry me 300 yards off the trail to the ambulance (paramedics did not even bat an eyelid at my friends and their inflatable breasts...) and then an afternoon in A & E, high off my ass on gas and air and Tramadol, with the bell on my hat still ding-a-linging and me talking complete shite as I was so wasted.
But enough of the grim, 5 months later and I was running again, so all is good.
A small pixie starts school in September, only part-time, but it's still a big change. Probably more so for me.
And I have really itchy feet. Not in the oh-so-you-have-an-infection? style, but travelling itchy feet. I want to flee and explore. Obviously, the practical husband is having none of it, so my dreams of driving one of these babies...
...across Europe, are probably on hold somewhat. I'll convince him, I'm sure...
Hopefully I will write again, although I shan't promise that as I'm pretty flaky right now :-)
Saturday, 12 May 2012
I am...
...disgustingly aware that I am not keeping up with my own bargain of regular blogging. I did intend to use my blog as a personal diary, but, well, I'm too feckin' busy to be frank!
Running two businesses from home is hectic, but enjoyable. If I could only squeeze some extra hours into my day, then I could spend MUCH more time on Pinterest (my time-wasting hobby). How much prettiness is out there to gaze at
I have managed to see about half of my friends this month - so much harder now one pixie is in school. Small pixie and meetings/coffee dates/consultations combines pretty well, as long as I am armed with distraction techniques (a grown-up pad and pen works amazingly well). So whoever is reading this that I haven't seen, hugest of apologies, a large slice of virtual cakey, a kiss and I promise I'll see you soon. Gah.
Marathon training is still rockin' - five months to go and I'm well up for it. I've lost nearly 2 stone since December (I'm running 40 miles a week - it's gonna happen) and my old injuries are holding up well (*touches headboard of bed with, well, one's head*). The trouble with a commitment to running 26.2 miles in one go is that it requires training that is disciplined and regular. I am neither So it's a battle with myself, my diary and negotiating with the husband that yes, I AM off out running AGAIN and no, I have no clue when/if I'll be back. I'm sure he understands...
A race to prepare for tomorrow and I've just found my bloody shorts in the washing basket so another flippin' load to bung in this evening, so I'll leave you with a picture of the only proper job I've managed to complete today: tidying of my desk. Ta da!
Friday, 13 April 2012
Conversations
Conversations.
With the Big Pixie:
exciting story, then we can see how many similes and sections of alliteration
we can spot! That'll be fun!"
With the Small Pixie:
can't say the words. I need a drink. I've lost my Crocs again and I want to play in the garden)
I LOVE the intensity changes! I have one child who doesn't know which colour is which, and one who could breakdown the compounds and decipher the electronic bonds. Makes for an interesting breakfast conversation.
Sunday, 8 April 2012
I am rubbish!
I am scarily aware that it has been 4 months since I last blogged!
I don't really have much to say to be honest! I am so busy living and loving life, that there is little time to write about it.
Business has been all-consuming with our new shop and website set-up; freelance writing has also been steady, and I have turned work away so we can concentrate on the expansion on the sweets.
The pixies are still bloody gorgeous: one is extra tall, smiley, in-love with school and has been assessed as gifted, able and talented. She is having the curriculum altered to keep up with her pace and so it seems one year of HE has given her the room to expand at her own rate.
Little pixie couldn't care less; has no idea of the difference between red and green and laughs manically when one suggests that we should learn our colours.
I love how polar opposite they are.
She will probably end up going to school, to be frank. She says she is definitely going. Definitely. But she also says she definitely ate a button. You decide. It will be her choice however, but I will encourage her to go to school, as having experienced both sides, school has definitely provided the most normal social contact for the big pixie. She is flourishing.
And training is going well. 6 months until the marathon, and I'm happily running up to 16 miles. I slipped a disc a few months back, but hey, shit happens. It's all good now.
Gay Paris at the end of May, so I am hastily bookmarking all the tourist and literary things to see. Hopefully I will have some company to them!
So long :)
I don't really have much to say to be honest! I am so busy living and loving life, that there is little time to write about it.
Business has been all-consuming with our new shop and website set-up; freelance writing has also been steady, and I have turned work away so we can concentrate on the expansion on the sweets.
The pixies are still bloody gorgeous: one is extra tall, smiley, in-love with school and has been assessed as gifted, able and talented. She is having the curriculum altered to keep up with her pace and so it seems one year of HE has given her the room to expand at her own rate.
Little pixie couldn't care less; has no idea of the difference between red and green and laughs manically when one suggests that we should learn our colours.
I love how polar opposite they are.
She will probably end up going to school, to be frank. She says she is definitely going. Definitely. But she also says she definitely ate a button. You decide. It will be her choice however, but I will encourage her to go to school, as having experienced both sides, school has definitely provided the most normal social contact for the big pixie. She is flourishing.
And training is going well. 6 months until the marathon, and I'm happily running up to 16 miles. I slipped a disc a few months back, but hey, shit happens. It's all good now.
Gay Paris at the end of May, so I am hastily bookmarking all the tourist and literary things to see. Hopefully I will have some company to them!
So long :)
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