Thursday, 27 September 2007

Lightening never strikes twice in the same place....

Ha! Doesn't it? You try telling that to DP



Who has broken his arm in the same way and same part as the Princess, meaning he has to have a plaster for 5 weeks and, since he only has a back slab plaster for a week, he needs to have a whole week off school with me!

Literacy (we went to Borders and treated him to a book), mathematics (we got on the lego website and compiled a wishlist, then added up the amount. Cripes!), and history (he showed me the websites he has been browsing at school. Add to that engendering a love of the classics (we watched part one of The Two Towers) and we have had a good day without really feeling like work. I have told him that next week it is Times Tables. He'll be glad to get back after that. (and I will miss him!)



So, it's a good job I didn't do anything with the plastic cover that I invested in for the Princess. Best £7 I spent this year.

And, before anybody asks, I have already told JW (No. 2 son) that he is banned from going anywhere or doing anything in November. You're going to tell me, these things come in threes!

Wednesday, 26 September 2007

"Twenty years hence my eyes may grow.....

If not quite dim, then rather so."
Poetry for October, "Twenty Years Hence" by Walter Savage Landor. Couldn't resist it.
I love poetry, don't read a lot of it (who does, nowadays?) but I did do an English degree and studied a lot of nineteenth century poets. There is something so fantastic about being able to quote a whole poem at need. My mother, raised in post-war austerity, is of the generation when schools made you learn poetry and she can reel off whole poems word perfect (sometimes better than she remembers what day it is!) while my brief foray into organised literary criticism got me no further than remembering Blake's Oh Rose (8 incredibly short lines that I once spent a 1 1/2 hour lesson deconstructing. You have to love literature to do that!)

I have bought the 'poem a day' books and read them (not every day, but often) and I do like to read poetry when I can.... but I still fail dismally at knowing a poem. Wish I could learn at least one. Fancy being able to quote Yeats or Byron, Keats or Louis Macneice whenever the occasion rose and not just a line here or there.

What poems do you know? Which would you like to know off by heart?

Sunday, 23 September 2007

And the Winner is....



Kari at Just Livin Large.

Well, who else could Christmas Stockings go to? I swear, I wrote the names out, pulled one out and it was the Christmas Queen herself who won! Now tell me there ain't a God?

And, Kari, if you send me the details I shall send you the prize (even though I really love your Christmas signature and want one too. I'm not jealous, Granny Skywalker. Oh no, not me) (not much, anyway)

Congratulations & look forward to hearing from you soon!


And to everyone else who entered, I am sorry, and better luck next time. Thanks for entering!

Saturday, 22 September 2007

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.....

I love fiddling around the house, puttering and doing pretty things. If only they stayed pretty! However, I try ;)

I like making something in my living room seasonal. During the holidays, this is usually the mantlepiece, with shells and stones gathered from walks on the beach and certificates from school to show the end of another school year and the progress made.

At this time of year I fall back upon Keats as my inspiration. I love the fruitfulness of Autumn and, even before children, could never resist the lure of a freshly shelled chestnut (where else in nature can one find such glossy copper-beech-brown?) or a pinecone placed where I can watch the tightly held sections opening out as it dries up inside. I like to change the colour of the flowers I buy from pink or white to yellow or orange, whether Chrysanthemums or Gerberas. I look longingly at the sunflowers in the shops now, too, but since you pay per bloom, they tend to get left behind. One day I will buy a bunch of five and five perfectly matched vases to display them in. One day.


But my favourite Autumn display is a bowl of apples, preferably rosy-tinged and russet apples. I place them on this wooden bowl that came from Oxfam, pile them high and let them sit there. My second son is a fruit fiend and we tend not to allow sweets during the week, so the display never lasts long but while it is here, it really makes me feel that it is Autumn, the start of a new school year and the lead in to another Christmas season when, of course, my seasonal decorating goes overdrive and no corner is left uncovered. Perhaps Autumn is the lull before the storm, perhaps it's my space after the chaos of summer. It is a beautiful time of year, and I love it.

Thursday, 20 September 2007

That's ripple as in wavy.

Folks may remember me saying I had started a ripple blanket after the fiasco that was my granny square blanket, when I told DH to tuck off. That is too small, still too small, but I use it in my den as a snuggle cover on cold days, so it can stay too small til I get the willpower/time to undo the naff edging and do several circuits of treble crochet to make it big enough. So, never, then.


Anyhows, I began a ripple blanket back in March and set to to finish it for this winter.


Those of you who have ever made a ripple blanket will know that the first few rows are fine. It's still small and portable, it still fits in an average-sized shopping bag and it still goes where you go. However, when you're making a king-sized blanket, ( especially when it has to have a decent tuck on pain of death) it soon grows..... and grows..... and grows.








And any one can tell you that sitting under what rapidly becomes a heavy and unwieldy pile of wool is not anybody's idea of a good time in summer (and, yes, I know our summer here in Britain was slim to non-existent, but it was still too hot to sit under a blanket) so rippling along on holiday was .... well, beyond the call of duty, I think.


So my poor blanket sat, unloved and untouched for most of the summer. Until September days dawned with a slight nip in the air, and one chilly night (fuelled by a slight cold) when I shivered under my duvet and thought "I need a decent blanket."





Here it is so far. It is about half done, I think, which includes a decent tuck on either side and at the base. I think I have about another 100 rows to go. I used a random stripe generator from Kiss your shadow which I adapted, so that some colours are straight 2 rows and others (those I had more of) have 4 or 6 rows. I like the effect better than a pure 2 row pattern. I figure at about 4 rows a night, it will take me 25 days to finish. Less, if like today I have a child throwing a sickie and keeping me company under the end, more if I have to keep taking nights off to entertain the DH. I still have a pretty full basket of yarn to work through, I'm hoping I have enough, other wise the ends will have to be done in plain white/cream. I like the colour combination, it suits my blue walls and pine furniture, and it has a very cheerful effect. Can't wait to see it finished.




Wish me luck, keep me motivated and I hope that this time I will be able to keep my tootsies warm with a decent tuck. (Although, I have to say, these fleece cosy toes slippers from Brantano are doing a good job at the moment. Not to wear outside, unfortunately, but in the house they are so fleecy & cuddley... just like me!)

Wednesday, 19 September 2007

Self medication.


I have a cold so today's programme is;
Lemsip (breathe east with menthol to clear the nose)
Gingerbread men (2 because they get lonely easily)
Medicinal videos (including as previously mentioned Outbreak, I'm ill but at least I'm not that ill
My ripple blanket, because when you're ill there's only one thing better than snuggling under a cosy blanket and that's being able to snuggle under half a king sized blanket and crochet the other half.
So, I'm in today, and keeping warm. Tomorrow I will go for the fresh air to clear the airways approach, but I think a snuggle day (I may even stay in my jim jams as long as possible(!)) is not too much to ask for,is it?

Monday, 17 September 2007

OK, admit it, who doesn't read books?



I read the Mail on Sunday (sorry, but I do) and it had an amazing statistic in it. The average Briton will read 533 books in their lifetime.
I'll repeat that. The average Briton will read 533 books in their lifetime.
OK, I thought, that's not too bad......
Then I thought again. Hang on, said my little inner bibliophile, you read an estimated 1 book every two weeks (not counting school holidays and cold winter days when the best thing to do is to snuggle under a duvet with Jane Austen). That's 25 books a year. That's 250 books in ten years and your lifetime average in 20......

And if I assume that my reading career started at 12 (when a book a week was slow) then I could have chalked up my first 500 in the ten years before I hit my working life and a career intervened...

But hang on a cotton picking minute, are they counting childrens books as well, I wondered. In which case I probably covered my 500 before I left primary school.

And do they include text books?

So I paused long enough to make a pot of tea and get a piece of paper (I work better digitally; that is, using my fingers rather than a calculator) and I began to add.


Assuming that childrens books do count, let's estimate a generous 200 for my years to 12.

500 for my adolescence and time as an English Student (course notes read; be aware this course will include some reading and should not be entered into lightly. For four years I only had to have a book in my hand to be working. Whoopee)

Let's start being really generous here and say I only read a book a fortnight, with ten per cent extra allowed at the end for errors, then that's 20 years worth making 500 plus 50 (that's the ten percent)

Now we're into prediction. Let's roll with the Bible, three score years and ten or may hap four score. OK (apart from the idea that I am actually in the middle of my God-prescribed life span which will freak me out if I think about it. Oh, Lordy, I am Middle Aged. *shudder*) That gives me somewhere between thirty and forty years reading left. At 250 every ten years plus the ten percent error, that's somewhere between 800 and 1100 books left to read.

In my lifetime, my estimate of books that I may possibly read is (pause to remove socks and count toes)..........



2,300 books. And I think I own every one of them already.


So, own up, which 4 of you never read to balance this figure?

Or am I looking in the wrong place?

And is now a good time to remind everyone that Edward VIII once asserted that the only book he ever tried to read was Treasure Island, and he didn't finish that because it was boring. So, not only a council estate problem then.

Happy Mondays... and Fred.

I love finding new places to look. I love looking at other peoples comments, visiting their pages and finding out about new people. i was always a person for acquaintances rather than a few close friends. I have a couple of close friends, mind you, the sort you need in a crisis, but I have a lot more acquaintances, the people it's pleasant to spend time with, to have coffee with, to see about and talk to without heavy commitments.
I like finding new (to me) places on the ether, too. I love finding a new blog, especially if it comes with an extensive archive and/or a flickr link. Isn't it strange, that I can see someones house without knowing them? But then, they can see mine without knowing me, so honours are even. And as long as neither party turns into a stalker, it is no weirder than enjoying house magazines, with the added attraction of being able to leave comments (usually only nice ones, at first)

So todays new acquaintances, whose blogs and flickr group have me smiling is Happy Loves Rosie and fredsworld. I can't remember how I found Happy, a link through a link through a link, but she has a really good eye candy blog.... with apologies to Happy, I haven't had time to read all your blog yet, just look at the pictures. I will be back. I love the dog and I think that you should be very proud of your son....
And, attached to her blogs is the man's point of view. How often does that happen? In Fredsworld, you get the masculine to Happy's feminine. Got to go and play match the day, here. Roll on my coffee and 'puter break!

Friday, 14 September 2007

The Stockings were hung by the chimney with care...


Here is the photo that I couldn't upload yesterday. Don't they look cute? And imagine little red and white striped canes hanging out of the top.... yum yum! So, to qualify for my giveaway please post a comment on yesterday's post & the name pulling will be done on Friday 21st in the morning.

As I write this with a cold, grey sky and a distinctly chilly air, I have to admit that I feel cold. You see, the last couple of days the morning has been chilly, but not really cold, and I have put on a long sleeved top thinking that today would be the day when the cold weather would come in. Ha. I have then changed my top for a t shirt, smiling at the sun shining on my arms. Great for building up defenses against flu & depression, yes?

So, today I figured I'd get ahead of myself and start with the t-shirt.

Ok, you can stop laughing now. I am cold, really cold. And I will have to go and get changed.... again this week...... into long sleeved tops.

Fortunately, I'm not out today so I can just sit in and wrap up. I think a little movie therapy this afternoon might be what's called for. A little Polar Express or Jude Law and Jack Black *heart* in The Holiday... I could go classic with Alistair Sims in Scrooge, or have a laugh at the Kranks trying to skip Christmas. Do you see a pattern emerging here? I'm going to sit and sew some presents so they might as well have a suitable background noise!

And, finally, on the subject of the most wonderful time of the year, I am so in love with these that I may (just may) need to buy one. Available October 2007. Mmm Just in time for the Christmas magazines. Ho Ho Ho!

Thursday, 13 September 2007

Whooppee! I made it to 100!

Yip, it is my 100th post today and I am well chuffed, so to celebrate I have got a little giveaway. I tried up loading photos but my Kodak software isn't playing ball. Instead (and in the spirit of finding alternative ways & means) I scanned the stuff so, here is my 100th give away.




A set of four stockings, each about 7 inches from tip to toe and with lovely ribbon hanging loops. They are made from classy Christmas cotton, lined with soft-feel fabric and have a faux fur trimming that came off a blanket (pity the poor child who goes to sleep this winter to find their toes peeping through the hole). I was thinking that there would be one stocking for each Sunday of Advent, with a little restorative treat in each one for all the hard working ladies (sorry, and gentlemen if there are any reading this site) to sit and enjoy this Christmas, but obviously it's up to you how you enjoy them. I love them so much I'm going to make loads more (until my poor child has no blanket left) and give them to everybody I know. To be in with a chance please leave a comment on this post between now and next Thursday and I will have my littlest Christmas Fairy pick one out. (That's until the 20th September, OK?) This is open to bloggers & lurkers alike, so, do please make yourself known. I did have a lovely picture of them hanging on my fireplace. Humph.

Wow! 100 posts! I am quite impressed with how quickly I have got to 100. I knew I would either post 3 times and get lost, or enjoy having a trapped 'audience' and keep writing. I didn't know I would end up 'talking' to people all over the world, nor that I would be so spurred on by them to be creative. It's too easy sometimes to use the blog as a complaining site, but when I do now want to make something I want to make it good... and that is so because of having an 'audience', a friend to share with. I didn't know that I would want to have a tidier house because there is now someone who visits me often & you expect to see a steady progress. I didn't know I would find a place where Christmas was not a dirty word until the end of October and where there is at least one other lady looking out for Ideal Home's Complete Guide to Christmas on the grounds that, at the start of October it will probably be the first of many Christmas magazines to enter our houses (am I right, Jane?)
I also didn't know that I would start exploring other possibilities because of the blog, that knowing there are so many other crafts women out there selling their stuff means I can start thinking and planning, and dreaming about Angel Jem Designs, which is so much closer.
I have enjoyed the first 100 posts. Hopefully, when we get to 1000 posts we will still be talking to each other. I'm looking forward to the giveaways for that, too!

Wednesday, 12 September 2007

Countdown has started!





I found this ticker (or at least her version of it) on a blog called Just Livin' Large, owned by a nice american lady who calls herself the Christmas Queen. Nice, isn't it? I want to set it as part of my template, but it won't let me!!! So I am reduced to making sure that when I post again, I change the date on this one so that it always stays first... or shall I put it as Christmas, then it will be the first... I am off for a fiddle.

Help! I can't talk to anyone!

You know I like commenting on blogs. I don't even need to know you and I comment. So, imagine my distress when I tried and tried and tried.... and it won't let me! All I get is the secure info thingy & do I trust the site (which for most of you, I do) Help! What do I do? (No, a new computer is not an option) I have so many little comments I want to leave and I can't!
Apologies to those of you to whom I want to comment. If you want to e-mail me addresses, I'll comment that way until I'm sorted. Otherwise, Kari especially, I have to apologise for not being able to talk!


Oh, and my next post will be my 100th! I'm trying to get sometime to be organised and make something for a give-away for it. It could be some time before you hear from me again.............

Sunday, 9 September 2007

I want to start a new political party.

I don't know whether to call it The Common Sense Party or None of the Above (on the grounds that most of my members would be people who wanted to vote for none of the above) Its manifesto is easy; Whatever you want to do you have to ask yourself "Is it sensible?" and then, if it is, you might as well do it.
It already has a set of policies in early formulation, amongst them education, economics and environment. And it has an easy set of criterion for its candidates; if you apply to be a candidate you can't be one, since the fact that you seek power means you are unsuited to have power. (That's based on Douglas Adams' idea that the man in charge of the universe doesn't want to be and would much rather watch cricket, but since he wants the job least, it's his)
In Education, the policy is early intervention... preferably before birth, with an emphasis on encouraging people to achieve maturity themselves and to establish a stable relationship before even contemplating taking on the responsibility of a child. I'd love to give tax breaks to encourage a fixed commitment like marriage, since research suggests that children who live in a stable, two parent family are more likely to achieve and less likely to be a burden through benefits or cost of crime. Parents will also have the option to attend parenting classes and groups throughout their childrens lives, although those at risk will be told they have to attend as part of their rights and responsibilities charter. Children will have nursery and school places allocated to them on a closest to home approach, so that they can all walk to school, while class sizes will be small... 20 in Key stage 1 and 2, with a good sprinkling of assistants as well.
In economics, everyone will be encouraged to follow Mr Micawber's advice and to keep their expenditure in line with their income. They will be encouraged to seek out the best value items that they want and to recognise that the most expensive is not necessarily the best. This goes for the country, too. Not spending more than we make and getting full value from our benefits system by making a degree of voluntary work compulsory for those claiming benefits who were capable of something would mean that we got full value from our money. Benefits would be drastically reduced so that noone should make more from being unemployed than a worker in the lowest paid job gets. Also, there would be a cap on the number of children funded so that, for example, a family with three kids would get the same money as a family with seven kids, the idea being that if they truly want seven children they will support the extras somehow, or realise that there was a very good reason for the introduction of birth control and the demise of big families. Of course, families not on benefits who want and can afford seven children can have them, as long as they promise not to complain because they can never get into anywhere on a family ticket. These would be made into two adults and three children by law, because having to pay for the extra one is so annoying.
Also, criminals would be made to pay for their crimes quite literally, so that a vandal would have to pay for their destruction, and a fraudster would need to replace their takings. Also, prison time could be charged for, so that if the prisoner paid a supplement they could have greater facilities or a better class of toilet roll. No pay, no pee, methinks.
In the environment, everyone would be encouraged to think things through, and apply the three R's to life; reduce, reuse, recycle. Although car use wouldn't be banned, ways to rethink it would be, perhaps with a greater emphasis on running cars on boiling water. That way, you could get to where you wanted and have a cup of tea when you got there. Holidays abroad would be rationed, and allocated on a 'needs a break' prescription off the doctor and time in the countryside encouraged. Work hours would be kept short and stress management introduced so that workers wouldn't need to have long breaks. Besides, all workers would be encouraged to work school hours and to have afternoon tea. As a nation, we never did the long lunchtime because we did the afternoon tea, and I think we should reintroduce this as a stress relieving measure.
Elevators would be made into gyroscopicallyoperated dynamos, so that they use no electricity to run and actually generate power for the window displays which would all have to have motion detectors. And use of the stairs for all multilevel taskings of one interim stage or less would be made compulsory.... in other words, if you only need to go down one, use the stairs. All new buildings would have to be three floors or more, with a return to Victorian standards on houses... or was it Georgian, I can never remember.
That's enough for now. I have to go and decide where I stand on cone abuse, there are too many on our roads, oh, and also whether I can have a colour that won't offend anyone. I think I'll have to take my cue from the Olympics & use five different colours. Or perhaps I can go for an absence of hype and stick with white. Then I can use the slogan, "The Common Sense Party, It's the White way to go."
What do you think? Good idea?

*Added later* Which just goes to show, I should think before I speak. I mean no disrespect to any one of any colour, race or creed when I use the colour white, I wanted, rather to have no colour, a shade beyond colour that couldn't have any negative conurtations or dislikability. So, in retrospect, no, not white. Perhaps a fluorescent green? Or that wonderful neon pink that has, surprisingly, never been adopted by any political party. Or infra red? Although the party badges and leaflets would be difficult to produce. Perhaps I could use invisible ink, since if you have to ask the policies, you won't want to vote?

Tuesday, 4 September 2007

Best laid plans of mice....


The last day of the holidays; a little lie in (not too long; they have to get up tomorrow), a leisurely breakfast together, perhaps at Borders with time to look at their favourite topics of conversation at the moment, Nintendo DS games; visit Ma for the last time midweek until October, a little trip to Warrington, picking up something nice for tea, then home for a cuddly bath and hairwash in prep for tomorrow's relaxed school start.
Sounds good, eh?

Did we get any of it done?
No.
Oh, only the hairwash and bath.

The rest of the day was spent;
Wake up, discover that there was no breakfast (no worries, remember, we can go to Borders) and go out to the car.

The car won't start.
No, seriously the car won't start, no chug chug or wobble or anything. No lights, no sign of life.

It's a good job my children can't lipread yet, but I bet they're working on it. A year ago they couldn't spell and me and DH communicated in L-E-T-T-E-R-S, until the top two finally repeated the word (I think itwas a treat of some sort, they did have a vested interest) and that was the end of that. We currently talk french together... but the vocabulary is, by virtue of our ignorance in certain areas, limited.
Yes, the air was slightly blue, the sort of blue that would not disgrace 'No Appropriate Behaviour'.

Cue the AA man. I like the AA, I see a lot of them sometimes. They always come, start my car, tell me to keep it running and then drive off leaving me to hustle three kids into the car for an inpromptu trip. Aha, I think, I'll get ahead of the game (Kids, get dressed, when the car starts we'll be off somewhere nice. Ha.)

Mr Man says........
Your battery is completely knackered. You need a new one. I'm not a local I don't know where you would get one. Try Kwik fit. But you must not turn off the engine, if you do it will die again and you'll never get it started again.

I can do Kwik fit, about three miles away. Ok, they must have batteries, they're a big chain. Keeping the engine going, no probs, I'll get the kids to repeat the mantra 'Do not turn off' when we stop and thus override my automatic impulse.
So, off to Kwik fit. As the song goes, You can't get better than a kwik fit fitter, they're the ones to trust.

But not if you have a 10 year old megane scenic, they're not. They don't carry the battery. I have to go to a Renault dealership. Ok, no probs, I'll go to the one near my Mum and Dad. Kids, we're off again.
Dealerships carry spare parts, don't they?

Well, not for a ten year old Megane Scenic they don't. The battery will have to come from the central stores, it will be here tomorrow and it will cost *gulp* £99.

And fitting it will cost £39.99 because they charge in 1/2 hour increments and it takes less than 1/2 hour to fit.
Imagine telling a mother of three the week after she has had two holidays in a month, in a month when supply work will be thin/ non existent, that she needs to find £140 pounds that she hasn't budgeted for and, moreover, hasn't got. I walked out of there in tears.
I did what any sensible person would do at this point if they could.
I went to my Mum and Dad's.

My Dad is a hero, I love him dearly, always have, always will do. He is Irish (northern irish) and after nearly 50 years in this country still has the accent. He has bushy eyebrows, and a way of talking that makes you wonder sometimes is he serious or not. He is a wind up merchant and a dreadful flirt. He spent long hours, when we were little, working (including overtime in an STD clinic) to pay for private education for 4 children. He used to call me the sweetest thing since sugar, and let me comb his hair. I am and always will be his little girl.

He got on the 'puter, got on the phone and found me a battery for half the price, phoned up his friendly mechanic and arranged fitting, then sent me off with my Ma to collect and deliver. His parting words were, "If I wasn't in court this afternoon... " (He's a JP. I once told someone who rang that he was in court and they wanted to know what he was up for.... probably contempt, I replied) and he meant it. Actually, when the car was ready he gave me a lift to the garage and came in to talk to the nice mechanic. "How much?" he asked, and the mechanic replied, "Ah, come on now, Paddy, you give me enough of your business during the year, it only takes 15 minutes to put in a battery, let's just call it a favour returned, shall we?"

So my day was not the fun filled last day of holiday I planned. It was a real life day. But it was a good lesson for my children. They learnt;
1. Life doesn't always follow your plan.
2. Small can be beautiful. A big chain would have had to charge me if their policy was to charge.
3. Friends can be good. I'm sure that Dad classes the mechanic as a friend; I think he's a very nice man.
4. It pays to shop around and to know where to look.
5. A girl's best friend can often be her Dad, even when she's grown up.

Monday, 3 September 2007

What do I do?

There we were before the holidays sharing a last cuppa in freedom when my friend said "Oh, well, at least none of ours has Mrs * (to protect the innocent), I hear she's having problems..."
At which point I had to say..... "Oh, but JW is (and I haven't heard about any problems....)"
So, now, my quandry is;
1. Ignore the comment.
2. Don't ignore and panic.
3. Be aware but trust that the problem will either go away or not be so insurmountable that my little ray of sunshine cannot charm his way out of it (She has the reputation for being depressed, apparently. So does the Princess' teacher and I wish Homeschooling were as easy as abc, although I'm not in favour of it completely, but I just feel it may be one of those school years... and it hasn't even started yet......)

Saturday, 1 September 2007

Only 115 days to go; The countdown begins.


One of my family's publishable names for me is the Christmas Fairy. I love Christmas, I adore Christmas, I start thinking about it in July.. or June... or this year I think it was actually May when I first wrote the wonderful words 'Christmas 2007' in my red polka dot notebook.


I have my thinking lists compiled and a list of what I need to get and make planned by the time my holidays are over. On years when I visit Cheltenham I stock up on those silly little stocking fillers at Hawkins Bazaar shop, in the Regents Arcade there.



I've missed out on that this year, since we had to change holiday locations at the last minute and ended up in Linlithgow in Scotland. No Hawkins Bazaar, true, but there were two fabric shops within 50 yards of each other and I had my list... I have got my fabric ready and now I need to tidy up my craft room just a little so that I can get making.... Five ballet backpacks, four girlie bags, three boys things, two notepad covers and...



A partridge in a pair tree! (Go on, admit it, you were singing it!)


And I thought I was unusual, since my extended family's stock reaction to news like that is to look at me funny. Not so in the world of blogging..... go see, go see. We're all mad together here!