Miss Poppet

It appears that the wonderful Captain Fintastic also has a flaw. Crockery. Glass. Anything delicate. I don’t mix well with wood (I have been doing well recently though) & Captain Fintastic has pottery.

When Boy Slumber was born my darling partner pottered over to Scotland for  a family wedding. As it was 2 weeks after I gave birth to Boy Slumber we stayed with my parents where I got my first nights sleep, 2 weeks & I had already forgotten what a full nights sleep was!

Anywho, Captain Fintastic’s lovely mum brought home this cute mug for me as I could not travel to Scotland. And what happens. Fin happens.

I suppose it makes us equal, I broke his wooden bowl & he smashed my cup. It almost sounds a bit like Florence & The Machine’s song Kiss With A Fist – ‘You smashed a plate over my head & I set fire to our bed’. Although hopefully not ever that extreme, lets stick with wooden bowls & cups

WELL we all know how me, wooden bowls & the dishwasher don’t go. And we all know how I killed Fin’s bamboo bowls with pancake batter & the dishwasher. And his favourite wooden bowl from Ikea was bumped off with chocolate cake mixture…

So my wooden bowl history… Not so good. Getting in trouble for killing bowls…. Very good.

But I decided to redeem myself. How you ask?

Replacement bowl!

Attend a masquerade ball
Buy my first home (Done 23rd November 2007)
Design & make my own jewellery (Done as a child thanks to my mum & the Crown Jewels {a shop in Dublin})
Do the Inca/Aztec trek in South America
Enjoy a glass of wine in the company of the man I love (Can do any night I please, lucky me)
Fire a gun, just to know what it feels like
Go on a sleigh with husky dogs
Go on safari in Africa & while driving around among the wildlife, sing the ‘Lion King’ song, just like in The Bucket List movie- lol
Learn how to ski (Done Spring 2007)
Learn Spanish
Learn to scuba dive
Learn to snowboard
Live my life
Live to be 100 years old, I want that cheque from the President haha!
Make pottery
Marry the man I love
Ride in an untethered hot air balloon
Rustle up the courage to do a parachute jump (for charity?)
See the 8 wonders of the world
See the view from the Eiffel Tower (Done Spring 2005)
See the view from the Empire State Building
Swim with sharks (but in those cages I ain’t that brave)
Take private flying lessons
To meet my favourite author John Connolly? (Not too sure about this one)
Travel around Europe
Travel to all 7 continents
Visit India & Thailand
Visit Japan to go on the Shinkansen (Japanese Bullet Train)
Visit Las Vegas & ‘play the house’
Visit New Zealand & possibly live there for awhile

So there I am pottering around my house, mainly my soon to be baby’s room & I am on this 2 step wooden stepladder from Ikea, reaching the curtain rail that I am hanging my new fabulous curtains for my almost here baby.
We have the baby’s high chair in a box next to the window.
I turn.
And to my horror there is a spider. A HUGE SPIDER! The size of the palm my hand.
Big!
Grey!
I could see his thick body.
I could every thick leg.
I could see every hair on his leg.
And I scream.
Oh how I scream!

Now normally I can manage with spiders, I go EEEEK and then put a glass over them and bring the glass out to the garden. This is a lie, sorry, I throw the container out the nearest window.(Although now, no more since I have my man to do this for me)
But this time standing on my wooden 2 step ladder I scream.
A BIG GIRLY SCREAM.
An impressive damsel in distress scream.

My poor boyfriend is in the bathroom all this time and he comes running into the baby’s bedroom. A look of pure panic on his face. Poor guy, he thought I had fallen from the step ladder or that I had gone into labour.

The relief on his face when he saw that I was still standing on the step ladder.
Intact.
Ok.

But then I squeal and point at the spider. He looks at it and goes ‘Ah ok so’ and asks me to walk past this spider and leave the room.
WALK PAST THE SPIDER?!
I don’t think so, I am not moving until that spider is OUT OF MY HOUSE. Gone!
So he puts the spider in a box and puts the box on the table.

HE LEAVES THE SPIDER STILL IN THE ROOM?!?!?!

NO! That spider getting put out of this house IMMEDIATELY.

So he brings the spider down, with me hanging over the stairwell railing shouting ‘Don’t put that spider in our garden, put it in next door neighbours garden‘. Now don’t ask me why I thought I would be safer from the spider by putting it next door but I did.

No sooner is he in the back garden door then I close the door & look around suspiciously in case The Spider should sneak back in.
Success! The Spider is gone.
He puts the empty box on the breakfast bar & I sigh a pure sigh of relief.

My Hero.

So thinking of the music of my childhood and I remembered growing up to (god forbid Garth Brooks :p) Carly Simon, Mamas & the Papas & T-Rex. But then I remembered Jim Croce. I remember growing up listening to his tape which my father owned & playing it over & over again.

Jim Croce’s Time In A Bottle record is the music of my childhood. Seriously guys anyone who hasn’t listened to Jim Croce LISTEN TO HIM & if you haven’t listened to him in awhile DIG THAT RECORD OUT & get listening to him again.

Time in a bottle- What a tune!

Gotta love his music!

Everyone that knows me, knows that I love tea. Well our wonderful relationship has become somewhat tinged by a rather sour event.

TEA KILLED MY LAPTOP!

Well it appeared tea killed my laptop, but turns out Bro-in-Law fixed it and no only the ‘w’ button doesn’t work. So it means I have to copy the letter and paste it whenever I need it, which I can tell you is a lot.

I mean at first I was like ‘ah sure it is just the ‘w’ button, it ain’t that important‘. Fool that I was. It is so awkward!

AAAHHH!!!!