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Making Friends

Posted on September 30, 2007

Oh the Joys of mak­ing friends.  A while back I offered to help some­one I didn’t know.  It was a sim­ple thing I offered– just some advice, some insider info on Man­ches­ter.  I don’t know why I offered, I can be a crotch­ety old bitch some­times.  I will be the old lady that keeps your ball when it’s kicked into my yard. I will be the old lady shak­ing her fist at all the bas­tards block­ing my dri­ve­way– oops I’m already that lady.

So I helped out and gave advice, and peaked through win­dows and tested the water pres­sure and sent off pho­tos and emails.  She took all this info and zoned in on where/what she wanted.  Thank­ful for the help.  It felt good to help.  My Karmic bas­ket was fill­ing up with good­ness (yes I am one of those peo­ple that believes in karma).  On Fri­day I went over to her house and met her and her fam­ily for the first time.  I felt like a teenager going off to meet the boy she has a crush on.  I was feel­ing a bit intim­i­dated– she appeared to be very pretty (she is) and edu­cated (she is) and her blog is much more pop­u­lar than mine.  She and her hus­band are aca­d­e­mics for f&#k sake!!  Soo all this made me very ner­vous but while out pick­ing up din­ner she tripped and fell.  Inside I sighed a happy lit­tle sigh.  I thought– all is well,  she’s cool.  Cuz that’s soooo some­thing I would have done.  Except I would have cried and the punk kids walk­ing by would have really laughed then!!

We had a great time.  Chat­ting about the US and kids and fam­i­lies and mov­ing.  Drink­ing wine and eat­ing curry.  Squidge played w/ her lit­tle boy (who is THE cutest and clever­est lit­tle boy) and she too had a great time.  After we left I thought– phew that was easy and fun and I don’t know why I was so wor­ried.  Then I thought OOOh I hope they didn’t close the door and say ‘oooh thank god they finally left!’ 

 I hope she enjoyed her­self and I wish her the very best.   I hope she enjoys her new job and that every­one set­tles in and is happy.  It’s good to have some­one you know, some­one to chat with and laugh with.  I hope she becomes a good friend.  If she doesn’t I’m still glad I offered to help. But I do hope she becomes a good friend!!

 Ok onto all things Squidge.  I have some adorable pho­tos of Squidge and C.  I absolutely love going to my fri­day group because Squidge loooves C and they have a good time together. 

bookworm

Posted on September 27, 2007

Squidge has dis­cov­ered books.  I’m beyond pleased about this.  I’ve been buy­ing books since before she was born.  I’ve kept the books w/ the ‘card­board’ pages out in a book box so that she has easy access to them. 
She plays with her books and flips the pages and ‘reads’ to her­self.  It’s too cute. 

She’ll also climb onto your lap and read w/ you. 

 
 

If you’re not read­ing w/ her she’ll grab your fin­ger and point to things on the pages.  Again cute cute cute!!!

grumpy mummy and metrosexual daddy

Posted on September 25, 2007

I’m grumpy and grouchy and just a mis­er­able biotch.  It could have some­thing to to w/ Squidge wak­ing up before 8 every morn­ing.  Ooh I KNOW I’m not going to get any sym­pa­thy from you lot but I’m going to com­plain any­way!  Well I’m done com­plain­ing just wanted to let every­one know I’m grumpy.  Oh wait I’m not done com­plain­ing!  Squidge has also given up her after­noon nap!  CRAP!!  Peo­ple told me it was going to hap­pen, I KNEW it was going to hap­pen I just wanted it to be ooooh when she was 5!  OK, I’m done complaining. 

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