Abney Hall revisted

Posted on December 29, 2008

Yes­ter­day we went off to Abney Hall again.

I just love this place and could have spent hours and hours there– the cold finally drove me us inside.

Abney Hall runs along the M60 for a lit­tle while and it’s under a Man­ches­ter Air­port flight path so it can get pretty loud for the first 5 min­utes of the walk.

Soon you turn a cor­ner and you can’t hear the motor­way at.all.  it’s pretty amaz­ing to me as it is really loud and you can hardly hear any­one speak­ing it so bad.  The first time we went to Abney Hall I thought what a beau­ti­ful walk, shame about the noise!  Then you turn the cor­ner and see this

and as if by magic the motor­way noise fades.  It’s pretty mag­i­cal.  We then just pick up stones.  Look over fences and basi­cally just have a fab­u­lous time.

I love love love this last photo.  I don’t know if pho­to­graph­i­cally it’s all wrong.  I do know that it cap­tures the light and the mood of the day per­fectly.  Pop on over to Linda DeMelo Pho­tog­ra­phy to check out some really fan­tas­tic pho­tos of Squidge.  I’ll be post­ing pho­tos of Christ­mas morn­ing soon.  Thank­fully this year I wasn’t sick and man­aged to cap­ture the chaos on film digital.





Giddy up!

Posted on December 28, 2008

We’re off rid­ing horses.  Be back soon!





Merry Christmas

Posted on December 25, 2008

I hope every­one is sur­rounded by those that mat­ter and filled with love.





Goof Ball!!

Posted on December 23, 2008


We’re still here just don’t feel much like blog­ging. I do have a post brew­ing in my mind and will try to get it down soon. I’ve been read­ing about all the snow in the US– what is going on?!?!! Please keep warm and safe!





reminding myself

Posted on December 16, 2008

As most of you know I’ve had a bit of ran­dom (I hope) thiev­ery and ban­ditry here at Casa de Squidge.  What with the milk, the bins and park­ing issues I’ve been a bit grouchy.  If you fol­low me on Face­book or Twit­ter you’ll know that the bin ban­dits came back last night.  They knocked on my door.  Started singing Christ­mas car­ols, said a bunch of things– basi­cally ask­ing me to open the door.  I scared the poop out of me.   I didn’t open the door– do  I LOOK like a freck­ing idiot you stu­pid sack of human waste?!??!!  I did think about call­ing the police but instead I called Wal.  I SHOULD have called the police but didn’t know what to say to them.  So I called Wal (he’s in Turkey) verg­ing on hys­ter­i­cal.  I stayed on the phone with him until they finally left.  I had a very fit­ful sleep last night but all is good and they didn’t come back.

Wal wanted me to call my friend B.  He wanted me to go over to V’s house. I told him not to be silly as I felt a bit idi­otic get­ting all hys­ter­i­cal and I wasn’t going to get my friends involved.   He thinks that it’s the fact that I’m Amer­i­can.  When I was argu­ing with them on Fri­day one of them asked me if I was a Yank.  I ignored him.  I didn’t think it was the time to get into a con­ver­sa­tion about where I’m from.  I didn’t want to hear if he had fam­ily in Boston.  I didn’t really want to have that con­ver­sa­tion while his slimy friend was leg­ging it down the street with my bin.  Any­hoo, Wal thinks that is why they’re mess­ing with me.  I don’t know if I agree.  I know that Wal is feel­ing a bit help­less.  He wasn’t here on Fri­day when it  hap­pened and now he’s in Turkey and can’t be here in case they come back again.

This  after­noon I tried to remind myself what mat­ter.  My fam­ily, my health and my san­ity!! I spent some time cook­ing w/  Squidge.  She showed a bit of inter­est when I was cook­ing lunch so I thought I would let her help me.

She did really well.  I was a lit­tle wor­ried, what with an open flame and hot food that could splash on her.  I really enjoyed my shrimp and mush­room pasta– more so because Squidge helped me make it.

We also did a bit of craft­ing.  I’m think­ing about giv­ing it to one of Squidge’s friends for Christ­mas but I can’t decide if any­one would want!  Do you ever feel like that? Is it good enough to give as a gift?

I think it’s really cute! I used two sizes of but­ter­fly paper punch.  I had seen some­thing like this ages ago and they used junk mail post cards.  I saved last years Christ­mas cards and just spent a yer look­ing for a large but­ter­fly paper punch.  I finally found one large enough this week.  Just in time for Christ­mas swappsies!

So these are things I’ve been doing to remind myself what mat­ters in life.  What do you do when you want to remind your­self what really matters?





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