5-year-old logic -
’Stephen Fry is Winnie the Pooh’ (he reads the voice of Pooh on an audio book)
‘so, Winnie the Pooh is reading Paddington Bear’ (Stephen Fry reads the whole story of Paddington on CD – and does it brilliantly)
Don’t you love that? It makes so much sense. I do love that a 5-year-old makes these wonderful connections it’s a joy to watch these things unfold.
Thanks to all who entered my ‘Wimpy Kid’ giveaway. I so enjoy giving things away and I’m delighted to announce the winners
Both wonderful bloggers who I have encountered through the big wide world of blog-land – you know that place all us geeky bloggers hang out and make weird laughing sounds! – you should really try it sometime if you don’t blog already!!
Congratulations ladies and thank you to all of you who read my blog and leave me comments. I love them. I really, really do!
You get to sit and be entertained by an amazing puppet show.
You have a super imagination.
You love your brother.
You are an awesome instrumentalist.
You have a Basil Brush toy that says ‘a ha ha ha boom, boom.’
It was a nice start to the holiday today and the sun shone so we weren’t stuck inside.
I love my little entertainers!
You have been warned!
Two things that have emerged from toilet conversations recently in our house that have made me smile:
1 Flip said to me ‘that was a one-legged wee’ (which incidentally means it was a quick one – in case you didn’t know)
2 Bounce was doing No 2s and he said to me ‘Grandad calls these big jobs’
Children are so awesome. I also fondly remember a morning when a certain person who was three at the time came into my bedroom carrying my bra and said ‘Mum here is your cover bosom’.
The snow pictures are some The Atlas took this week – just a distraction for those who don’t so toilet humour!
I remember reading this on one of those emails that goes around a couple of years ago and it SO appeals to my sense of humour and the way life is sometimes.
It’s wordy but a worthy read I think. I found this copy of it here.
When you have to visit a ladies public toilet, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place.
Once it’s your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied.
Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall.
You get in to find the door won’t latch. It doesn’t matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants!
The dispenser for the modern “seat covers” (invented by someone’s Mum, no doubt) is handy, but empty.
You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there was one, but there isn’t – so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, yank down your pants, and assume ” The Stance.”
In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake. You’d love to sit down, but you certainly hadn’t taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold “The Stance”.
To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother’s voice saying, “Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!” Your thighs shake more.
You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday the one that’s still in your purse.(Oh yeah, the purse around your neck, that now, you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That will have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible.. It’s still smaller than your thumbnail.
Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn’t work.
The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet.
“Occupied!” you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT.
It is wet of course.
You bolt up, knowing all too well that it’s too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper – not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try.
You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because, you’re certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, “You just don’t KNOW what kind of diseases you could get”.
By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your butt and runs down your legs and into your shoes.
The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too
At this point, you give up. You’re soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.
You can’t figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, ……so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still waiting.
You are no longer able to smile politely to them.
A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman’s hand and tell her warmly, “Here, you just might need this”.
As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used, and left the men’s toilet.
Annoyed, he asks, “What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?” ………………
Today was one of those lovely days where I did some ‘internet dating’ again.
Juliet came bearing feijoas – BLISS!
Before hand I may have been to the Sallies and got some lovely things. I saw Deb there too!
I’ve wanted a decanter for a while – blame the coffee co-op they use them for their carafes
After a coffee/catch-up/ hangout I introduced some of them to the delights of Creative Junk
Let’s just say there were some seriously good finds Nin seems to have an eye for gems
But my favourite is this awesome snakes and ladders board which features vices and virtues with their consequences. It will be going on the toilet wall. I LOVE it!
Other than that I just grabbed some ‘practical’ stuff – planning to make some lemon cordial and some sock monkeys.
Lovely people, lovely finds, lovely feijoas!
Follow the linked words to find the very creative and talented ladies I spent time with today. If you are a Chch blogger we’d love to meet you next time – we’re quite nice I promise!
On Saturday night The Atlas and I had the pleasure of an Asian-themed birthday dinner party.
I was given dessert as my course and the host gave me a clearance to just do any dessert. Whilst I am an international food lover the Asian dessert section doesn’t inspire me.
So I made a chocolate and raspberry brownie but I did want a nod to Asia so I decided to buy some Green Tea Ice Cream.
None to be found in the supermarket. What’s a girl to do but make her own??
So I made a green tea syrup and stirred it through a softened (but not melted) tub of Tip Top Vanilla Ice Cream and it tasted very genuine! Next time I would add a little more syrup to strengthen the flavour but I would definitely do it again.
The syrup I made was: (there are several versions on line this is a bit of one of them)
Bring this to the boil and add 2tsp of green tea (straight from the bag if it is 100% green tea).
Stir well. Remove from heat and let it cool.
Strain I did this through a muslin cloth.
Stir in. All good. (You could also add some green colour if you want it to look more genuine)
It was also a dress up event. I wore my Yukata and The Atlas went as a Korean footballer. Gladly, or perhaps apologies – there is a photo of the shorts he wore – lets just think: too white,too tight, too short…. a winning combination for
Heidi Klum no-one!
Bounce and Flip were both very impressed with my make-up. Bless them.
I was inspired to take these ‘self portraits’ by a post of WidgetLucy’s.
In the midst of a stressy patch today I caught myself and decided to think about some things that made me smile.
When you are 4 it is totally acceptable to lick something and see if you like it – it is also very logical if you don’t like it to put it back.
Try that next time you’re at a ‘bring a plate event’.
When you are 2 and you fill your pants and you tell someone about it they think you are clever and wonderful.
And none of us are that shameless are we??????
Today I’m smiling about those things that make life make sense when you are under 5.
What made you smile today?
Last night I made this for my husband.
A baby hi-vis vest for a baby shower for his work mate – who incidentally hates visi-vests. I made up the pattern and I’m reasonably pleased with it but the fabric was horrid to work with.
Today I have also officially finished Challenge 97 to grow something from seed. I gave up on my sad effort at coriander and settled for no fail sprouts, thanks sister!
Master 4 had a wonderful time at ‘Santa’s risotto’ (grotto) with Ma (grandma) today.
I also received my final installment in the decoration swap these ADORABLE mittens. Thanks Ange.
The Christmas newsletter is finished, pending approval from he who is not super keen on them. So it starts to feel a lot like Christmas round here.
I finish with this super sweet video I was sent today. It is well worth the watch made by some children from a church in Auckland. The littlest wise man and the star are my favourite. Hopefully it works – my first attempt to upload a video link.