Miss Poppet

I love wood. My house is full of natural wood- wooden staircase, wooden internal doors, pine kitchen & wooden coffee tables, side tables & mantelpiece. If it comes in a wooden option then I want it.

When I cook I love my wooden spoon!

Pretty much I love wood. I love the naturalness (is that even a word I ask?) of wood.

HOWEVER I have somewhat of a problem with wood. An inability to accept that wood & water are not the best of friends. I wrecked havoc on Fin. He had these lovely red bamboo bowls that I repeatedly put in the dishwasher & yes I killed one of them, much to his disappointment. He stressed & stressed again & again that wood could NOT go in the dishwasher.

Eventually this sunk in & I stopped putting these wooden items in the dishwasher. Partly because I recently had a beautiful baby boy & I have to hand wash his bottles before I sterilise them so I wash all the wooden items from wooden spoons to wooden chopping boards to wooden bowls after I have washed his baby bottles.

But disaster stuck in the form of pancake batter. Pancake Tuesday came & we made pancakes & we had some batter left over so I left the batter in the bowl. Buuuuuuut I didn’t use the batter so after a day or two I threw the batter out & went to clean the bowl but the batter was like superglue!!
STUCK TO THE BOWL SO IT WAS!

So I cleaned the bowl as best I could & still there was batter. So I steeped the bowl with hot water & washing up liquid & left it over night. I came down the next morning & emptied the water out & left the bowl to be washed & when it came to be washed I noticed the bottom of the bowl had separated from the rest of the bowl.

I had killed the bowl.

I was going to be in soooooooo much trouble for killing yet another wooden bowl.

He came home & yes he was like ‘For the love of God stop with the destroying of wooden items’. The bottom of the bowl just popped out.

Maybe it could be turned into a lampshade??

This is my lovely dog- Mojo. He is a total sweetheart, all he wants to do is sit on your lap & be close to you.

However, he isn’t house trained. *SIGH*
He was a stray that we took in. He is about a year old so we knew it would be difficult to train him as he already has bad habits.

I have tried & tried & now feel totally bewildered by him. Sometimes he whines at the door & then I come down to let him outside but I don’t make it in time. Then other times he doesn’t make a noise other then the tinkle of urine hitting the tiled floor.

What am I to do? How can I train him?!

I am just bewildered. He knows he is doing something wrong when he pees in the house because I go ‘MOJO’ & he puts his ears down & looks at me with sad eyes.

I just want him to be trained. But I am losing patience… Help

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!

The Bands I Saw-

Editors- Ok…
Avril Lavigne- Crapidy Crap Crap Crap
Gossip- FANTABULOUS
Kings of Leon- LOVED THEM
Scissor Sister- ‘camp’ingly great!
Interpol- THE BEST ACT
Snow Patrol- Ok I Suppose
Queens of the Stone Age- Fuck Yeah!
Calvin Harris- All I Can Say.. I GOT ALL THE GIRLS I GOT ALL THE GIRLS- yeah!
James Morrison- Meh
Bloc Party- OH YEAH!
CSS- woo!!!
Arcade Fire- Deadly
Bright Eyes- Coola Coola
Razorlight- They were Good Live
Rufus wainwright- 5 mins I saw of Him- Coola
Heard Tori Amos & Klaxons & The Killers

BEST BITS-
Dancing to ‘I Don’t Feel Like Dancing’
The Coke Side of Life; Steve & Keith Race
The Dino Mascot
The ‘Noah is Coming in his Ark’ Dooms Day Rain at Gossip
Waltzers with Mich, Steve, Faj & Keith- I almost soiled myself,
Wild Mouse with Helena
The Boys & Their Can
Sleeping Bag Football with Keith & Mich

The whole mud thing. I mean at one stage I was like EEEEP!! I am stuck & the mud is going to get into my wellies, OH NO! PANIC! But then I was free and it was a big case of PHEW!

All in all a fantabulous weekend with my buddies & some amazing bands… lets do it again!

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!!!!