Like father, like son.....

None of us like being told that we are "becoming our parents"! It strikes horror in our hearts. I wince when I catch myself coining phrases that my mother used to use. But I guess that when you live with someone during those formative years somethings got to rub off!

I was amused the other day when I showed my Hubby my sons latest Blog detailing his proposal of marriage to his darling Lizzie. It was very romantic and having set the scene he waited for his beloved to arrive, and I quote:" With Bible in tow I set about reading Proverbs 31 and Prayed".

"What!", exclaimed said Hubby, "Bible in tow!"
"Don't you remember when you proposed to me darling? We were fasting and praying for a dear friend at the time" I reminded him.

Need I say more!

And the little one said...!

I share a bed with a snorer! Have done for twenty five years! You never get used to it. There are good nights when I manage to get to sleep before him but once it starts...boy is it annoying.

I love my man , of that there is no doubt, but I hate the snoring! Waking up in the morning feeling like a zombie and just wanting to curl up into the duvet and go back to sleep.

Once it starts there's no stopping, then suddenly...And I panic. Why has it gone quiet? Is he still breathing?! Yes he's just turned over and is quiet for a while. Then come the silly little noises, the little whispers and sighs that continue till the next snore.

And do you know what the most annoying thing is? When I have a cold and wake up the next morning to be told that I woke him up with my snoring! Where is the justice in that?!

Wow!

I've just had a comment posted on my last blog. I'm really excited. Do people really read this stuff?! I'm on a roll at the moment and just can't wait to blog again. I guess this is the honeymoon period. If I'm not careful people will think that I don't have a life, but I do.

I am an almost redundant mother! Well I guess I will never be really redundant but three of my four children have flown the nest and my youngest is ready to stretch those wings and fly!
In many ways I can't believe where the time has gone but gone it has, and I will have spent twenty five years caring for, and guiding my four little fledglings.

Some days I am sad that I don't see that much of them as I would like, but I am content in the fact that they have turned out okay. They all have good jobs, one is married to the sweetest girl and another is marrying later this year (to another lovely girl). I have done my job. I will always be there for them no matter what. I have, along with my husband, produced three lovely young men and a daughter that brings great joy to many (more about her in future posts!) Job done! Now it's up to them to make their impression on the world and to the next generation.

Grumpy old woman!

I think that I'm turning into a grumpy old woman! I guess that my offspring would argue that I have been for a very long time, but it has only just come to my attention.
Take this morning for instance. I had to go into Morrisons for a couple of things because we have some friends round for dinner tonight. Saturday! I always try to avoid Morrisons on a Saturday - and here's why.
On a Saturday, Morrisons allow various groups from the community to raise money by packing peoples' bags for them in return for a donation. This, in principal, I have nothing against but we live in a very affluent Market town and the fund raisers are usually trying to raise money for activities that are not essential to the fabric of daily life. It's usually for new rugby shirts or a nicer scout hut. Now if it were to help youngsters less fortunate than our often over indulged locals I would be more sympathetic. If it were for a charity that helped a local hospice or teenage cancer trust I would be right there with them. But no. Busy Saturday mornings with long queues and your shopping being packed haphazardly into your bags, all the time feeling obliged to contribute to a fund to help youngsters enjoy a trip of a lifetime in South America or the like!
See I am a grumpy old woman. I've finished the journey and arrived!!

Virgin Blogger!

So what do I know!? Here I am sitting at my computer having been inspired by reading other people's Blogs and.......Well suddenly I don't know what to say! All those day dreamy times when I constructed witty repartee in my mind have suddenly dissipated into nothing. What do I know?

Everyone else makes it look easy, but I guess that comes with practise. One day I will excel and people will be logging in in their hundreds just to see my take on life and all that it throws at us.

Until then I will persevere, conjuring up words that fit together to entertain others. But maybe it will be my inability that will cause mirth to other Bloggers and readers.
Hey! I have just become a Blogger! What secrets and thoughts I will share! What response will I get?

Can't wait for the next time. Does it get less embarrassing?