Smiley Saturday

Show me your smile,

Let it dance for a while,

On your face

What a place

For a smile to be ……..

So where do I start? At the beginning….

Last Sunday, I gave Mr Shamrock a new do…. very very hot. And he knows it !!!!

As I have shared, my Celtic Dingo is hard out trying new foods. Tonight, he ate his meat that had a sauce all over it. (We scraped most of it off, but nevertheless) It is like he has had this realisation that not all food is ikky. Rock on Celtic Dingo.

He is also really trying hard not to yell. I have spent literally the last 2 - 3 years teaching and re teaching self calming strategies to no avail. But I can see the penny is dropping. I had 4 days this week where I was not yelled at. NOT ONCE !!!!!! And I am making so sure I make a real big deal out of it and I see his widdle chest puff out. He KNOWS it is wrong, he doesn’t WANT to do wrong, he is at essence a good kid. (I believe we are born pure)

I bought a couple of cool books this week at a book sale.

Waste not, want not - Over 200 ways for reusing and recycling everyday things.

Witchcraft

AND A Simon and Alison Holst book called 100 recipes for your slowcooker or crockpot. Yeah, I know. The spirit of Martha is consuming me. BUT another thing to make me smile, when I was over at Scrappy do’s house, I saw her crockpot and ….. nah nah nah nah nah, I have a bigger crockpot than you……. nah nah nah nah nah.

(No, I am not childish, not at all)

Another smiley moment. I tidied and sorted my scrapbooking stuff and started on a recipe book. So all you Marthas and Alisons out there, you might be getting made famous. I will say how I came to get that recipe.

I am smiling that my energy levels are returning. That I can have 2 or 3 good days before I get feel wiped out. Tis good.

Another smiley moment. Saying Happy birthday to the Scrapmeister and making her smile.

And to finish, an e-mail from the irrepressable Kimmie poos:

Council Flat Complaints


Oh those Brits and their use of the English language.

These are genuine clips from council flat complaint letters
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* My bush is really overgrown round the front and my back passage has fungus
growing in it.

* He’s got this huge tool that vibrates the whole house and I just can’t
take it anymore.

* It’s the dogs mess that I find hard to swallow.

* I want some repairs done to my cooker as it has backfired and burnt my
knob off.

* I wish to complain that my father hurt his ankle very badly when he put
his foot in the hole in his back passage.

* And their 18 year old son is continually banging his balls against my
fence.

* I wish to report that tiles are missing from the outside toilet roof. I
think it was bad wind the other night that blew them off.

* My lavatory seat is cracked, where do I stand?

* I am writing on behalf of my sink, which is coming away from the wall.

* Will you please send someone to mend the garden path. My wife tripped and
fell on it yesterday and now she is pregnant.

* I request permission to remove my drawers in the kitchen

* 50% of the walls are damp, 50% have crumbling plaster and 50% are plain
filthy.

* I am still having problems with smoke in my new drawers.

* The toilet is blocked and we cannot bath the children until it is cleared.

* Will you please send a man to look at my water, it is a funny colour and
not fit to drink.

* Our lavatory seat is broken in half and is now in three pieces.

* I want to complain about the farmer across the road; every morning at 6am
his cock wakes me up and its now getting too much for me.

* The man next door has a large erection in the back garden, which is
unsightly and dangerous.

* Our kitchen floor is damp. We have two children and would like a third so
please send someone round to do something about it.

* I am a single woman living in a downstairs flat and would you please do
something about the noise made by the man on top of me every night.

* Please send a man with the right tool to finish the job and satisfy my
wife.

* I have had the clerk of works down on the floor six times but I still have
no satisfaction.

* This is to let you know that our lavatory seat is broke and we can’t get
BBC2.

More on Autism

So ….

April Awareness has moved over into May also.

So, as I have shared, I have two official diagnoses, my sons, and one unofficial diagnoses, my husband.

And I prefer to focus on the good side of this. The quirks, the funny stories. Very few peeps get to hear about the tears I have cried, the fears I have, the loneliness I feel at times.

So…. I want to talk about the harder side of living with those on the Spectrum through the eyes of me a nuero ~typical. (non~autistic)

I live in a household that is intellectually stimulating, where facts and figures are discussed at length. I have a son who loves formulae, languages, music. Anything with order, method. I have another son who is all about building structure, doing… in a particular way.

When you talk about order and routine, think about having to do things EXACTLY the same EVERYDAY, or else it ends in a meltdown. Not a tantrum, a meltdown. The scary, OMG, I am really freaked out right now kind of melt down. Not the ‘Give me my own way you cow of a mother’ tantrum. The ‘I can’t cope coz you changed things’ meltdown. OK, so it’s not like that so frequently, we have moved forward. But imagine having to make sure things are the same, and that when change is needed having to work out how you can introduce this without fuss.

Imagine walking on eggshells. Imagine being a really touchy feelie person and having a little one SCREAM ‘You are hurting me’ when ever you touch them. In the street. Where people can see.

Imagine asking for help, and being told you needed to have routine and consistency in your child’s life. (um hello)

The path we have walked when the boys were little was a very lonely one. We reached out to people and found no support, emotional or physical. Just twisted spiritual principles. It was all very tiring and draining.

I did not expect special treatment, just acceptance and understanding. And when we did not receive it, we closed off. We became very insular.

Now it is different. We have a small but special group of people we call friends. We have found caring, understanding and acceptance. That helps.

I currently do not have too many concerns for Celtic Lad’s future. He is teachable, He learns and adapts quickly. As long as her gets his quiet time on the trampoline, he is fine.

I still worry for Celtic Dingo. I walk a tightrope with him. Yet, all of a sudden, we get a breakthrough and it will be like 180 degree turnaround.

This week, I had four days where he didn’t yell at me once !!!! It was amazing. He is one frustrated child. And it manifests in that he has a constant sore stomach. On those four days where he didn’t yell, he did not complain ONCE of a sore tummy. I know he yells because he suffers a lot of anxiety. I have spent 8.5 years of him screaming/yelling. I remember when I was first told I needed to be FIRMER. A quiet voice would say to me ‘A gentle word turns away wrath.’ Being firmer didn’t work, made it worse. Being gentle helped the situation, but did not change the behaviour. But then he was not in a position to be reasoned with either. And I am aware that developmentally, he may have moved on and then the behaviour becomes habit. I think my son is in a place where if we reason long enough and hard enough with him, he will get it. It just takes time. But to be honest, all the yelling and frustration leaves me feeling like a battered mother. And sometimes I have yelled back, which really helps…NOT !!!! I no longer beat myself up about that. It is what it is, and I just keep hoping for the day it changes.

Statisically, I am told, my boys are high risk. High risk for getting into the wrong crowd, taking drugs, depression and even suicide. I have read all the frightening stuff. So I consider what I am doing as fighting for their lives. While, I see we have much more awareness of autism, I do not see we have more support or acceptance.

This thought drives me and inspires me. I am the little Hen who could.

Being the partner of someone on the spectrum brings an interesting dynamic to the relationship.  I call Mr Shamrock my biggest kid. lol. Because he is !!!!! But the thing I like most about him, as with the boys, is their ‘pure’ view on life. Very simple, very basic, black and white. There is a belief system which regards autistics as the crystal children, a level which is more spiritually sensitive that those who aren’t. While this doesn’t fully connect with my spirituality and I see holes in some of the thinking, I agree with the basic principle.

When living with autism, it consumes the whole household. To function effectively, we need to function ALL as autistics. This is what can be tiring and draining for me. I am not on the Spectrum. So I kind of function on 2 levels, it is like constantly speaking two different languages and having to translate.  In the same way, those on the Spectrum are expected to behave and think like those who are not in their everyday living, so I regard our home as their sanctuary or safe place, where they do not have to pretend. ANYONE who has not got it, laughed, or commented do not get invited back.

I have shared before that I have burned out and am currently medicated. I am slowly regaining my energy levels and feeling holistically balanced for longer than 1/2 hour at a time. In fact, I am at the point where I have 2 or 3 good days before I crash.

It has been a long road. It is by no means over. But if given the chance to start over, I would do it all again. The positives far outweigh the negatives.

Hot Hunk Thursday

Oh dear, another Thursday…… lol **Sigh**

And what smorgasbord of visual delicacy do you have for me this fine day ??

As we had a mini Hot Hunk Wednesday in honour of the Scrapmeister and her birthday, (BTW, I couldn’t look at her husband in the eye last night) I thought today I would just recap the pictures so far.

Since posting this picture, I keep getting people coming to my blog by using the search engine ‘Jensen Ackles’ butt..’

Now I am off to Playgroup to play the role of nice widdle Mummy. Coz I am….. a nice widdle Mummy.

A nice widdle Mummy with a nice widdle eye for all that is hunky.

Anja’s offering

Bettina’s Hot Hunky Honey

Leechbabe’s Supernaturally Hunky Hunks

Tears, Flans and Birthdays

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There’s a birthday in the house !!!!! Woot Woot !!!!!!

Pop on over to our widdle mate and wish her a good one.

This is the wench trying to drag me to the light side with her domestic goddess image. Yesterday, she went to the gym AND did housework. Then dared to e-mail me to gloat. **Rolls eyes**

However, if you visit here, you will see the coven and I are pulling her just as hard to the dark side.

***Don’t fight it Luke. It is your destiny !!! ***

So Scrap meister, here is a little something for your viewing pleasure.

Here’s a pic of Dave for you……..

Your own personal angel……….

And your own personal Bartender.

And here’s your favourite hunk of all time !!!!!!!!!!!

Loves ya gal pal. Mwah <3

Don’t forget to visit Bettina for a birthday message……

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I am so happy, I could cry !!!!!!

I am humming Creed’s Arms Wide Open, that is how happy I am.

Yesterday, I made vegetarian flan for lunch.

Here is the recipe for all you Marthas that visit (or Alison Holsts, the kiwi equivalent) So put down your electric stick blenders, and step away from that crockpot.

Shirley’s Vegetarian Flan

1 cup flour

3/4 cup oil

5 eggs

touch of milk

Vegetables ~ celery, carrot, potato, silverbeet, onion (Celery and onion are too pungent for the kids) I do not use potato as it is too a high GI food. Basically, just use whatever you like.

Cook on 200 degrees for around 3/4 hour.

Well this time I used pumpkin, carrot, peas, cauliflower, red pepper (cut into minute pieces, hehe) and spinach.

As I have mentioned Celtic Dingo has had sensory issues and has not enjoyed most foods. I do not want meal times to be tears and tantrums, so have not pushed the issue, there have been more important things to be honest. I have chosen to make different meals as needed.

I went to a Tony Attwood seminar last year and he mentioned for those ‘fussy’ eaters, their tastebuds change around 8 years old etc. And gave a set of strategies for introducing new foods.

I still have not pushed the issue too much. Slow, little steps.

Well, since Friday and the doctors, we had a good long chat with Celtic Dingo. The doctor had mentioned he needed to try and eat more fruit and veges. I pick up on things whenever I can. One of the strategies I learned ages ago was to say ‘The book says’ ‘The rules are’ so you are not seen to be the bad guy all the time.

So ‘the doctor said’ we need to try to eat more fruit and veges has come out.

And Celtic Dingo is trying !!!!!

And he tried the flan !!!!!! Happily. I did it at lunch.

He picked out the red peppers immediately and asked what they were. I told him I was not telling him what was in the flan. It was up to him.

So he sniffed it and licked it. (As Tony suggests) And clicked it was red pepper.

Then he asked me what the pumpkin was. I told him it was dog poop. He laughed. I said, I was not talking about what was in the flan, I just wanted him to try. I knew if I told him, he would think of the bad times with those foods and not even try.

Well, he ate the pumpkin AND LIKED IT !!!!!!! I then told him it was pumpkin and he said ‘I like pumpkin now.’

He picked out the peas. He has gagged on those since a baby. He ate the cauliflower, carrot ….

AND……. drum roll please SPINACH !!!!!!!!

AND…remember this was all mixed in a flan.

All this from a boy who MUST have his food SEPARATED !!!!!!

I clapped every mouthful, and held back the tears. He did gag a little on a mouthful of flan and spinach. I went to get him a drink, but he swallowed it and said he was ok.

He didn’t eat it ALL, but ate at least half which is HUGE for him.

As he gave me back his plate he said ‘I am so proud of myself.’

Not half as proud as I was !!!!!!

I am buzzing.

Screw up Tuesday

Screw-Up Tuesday is the brain child of Mistress B.

So let’s take time to giggle at ourselves. We all screw up from time to time and that’s ok.

Minor screw ups for me this week.

Almost slicing my thumb off when making Pumpkin soup. It wouldn’t have mattered. I would have passed it off as onion.

Not separating the washing properly. A couple of white and black pairs of knickers are now an off shade of red/pink. I really should learn the art of tye dye. Then I could defiantly say, ‘They are meant to be like that.’ This is a situation where I really feel like Britney Spears ~ Oops I did it again. This is not the first time, and me thinks it won’t be the last.

I have been approaching businesses for prizes for the Fundraiser I am organising. My Spiel was ‘My name is ***** and I am Missions Motivator for **********. And I would explain what I was doing and hand a letter over for the manager asking for prizes. Well, I went into this one shop, and the guy just seemed a bit defensive when I said I was from a church. (Body language) So I said ‘Don’t worry, I am not trying to save your soul or anything’ and laughed. He just looked at me as though I was a nut. (Hmmmm, note to self, muse over possibility that I am a nut) Am contemplating revisiting the shop, running in with my arms stretched to the heavens and yell ‘Repent and be saved, repent and be saved !!!!’

So just widdle moments for me this week, where I have shaken my head at myself and gone DUH !!!!!!

There are bloggers who are a bad, bad influence on me

lol.

One of them being Scrappy do.

I think I am turning into a Martha Stewart clone. And I go blog jumping ( you know, you click on a blog and someone has commented so you click on their blog and so on and so on.

I have come to realise Scrappy isn’t the only Martha Stewart clone.

**Trembles** There are oodles of them.

**Shivers with fear** Women who don’t get things out of a packet.

Wimmin who make things from scratch !!!

And then blog and share the recipes !!!!

And I have lived in fear in case this thing called cooking from scratch became catching.

I used to do it. But then I used to do alot of things, ya know ??

And right now, there are not enough hours in a day to be like Martha.

But something has happened. Something has come over me. And it scares me. It scares me alot.

And yesterday, I invited a family to dinner.

And I wrote a shopping list.

And I went shopping to the supermarket I have shopped at for almost 20 years. And I put up with the fact that they are undergoing HUGE renovations and it is all changed and keeps changing (which is why I have not been able to do the shopping and Mr Shamrock has been doing it for me) And I shopped for all the ingredients.

And I cooked.

from

scratch.

And in true Martha Stewart style, I will now share with you the recipes.

Pumpkin soup with croutons and buns.

Croutons:

Don’t have stale bread, Dear God, do people really have stale bread? I have children, I have geese !!

So go to supermarket.

Take off shelf in supermarket and put in trolley.

Take home and serve on soup.

Soup:

Look for Watties tins ….KIDDING.

Get out ye trusty Edmond’s Cookbook. You know it rocks.

Turn to page 65.

Read Instructions.

Do it.

Actually, that’s not quite how it went:

Here is what happened dans la cuisine……

Get pumpkin. Weigh pumpkin.

Look at recipe. Decide to double recipe.

Guess at amount of pumpkin needed. Cut pumpkin.

Peel skin off pumpkin with knife.

Nearly slice thumb. Muse about how much like onion a slice of thumb would look like.

Peel Onion.

Smile to oneself at the fact one is making soup from scratch.

Refer to recipe.

Boil the crap out of pumpkin and onion. Strain pumpkin and onion with said crap boiled out of them. Read recipe. It says puree.

Try mashing with potato masher. Abandon idea. Empty pumpkin and onion into blender. Drop some on counter. Pick it up under 3 seconds. Refer 3 second rule. Debate including in blender. Decide on including as you are going to boil the crap out of it again and any bacteria picked up will be killed.

Grab butter. Put desired amount of butter in pot and melt.

Look for flour. Realise said flour is still in bag and not in tupperware container as it should be. Remind oneself that ’should’ is a judgmental word. Give thanks that mice have not found bag of flour. Open flour. Pour flour into tupperware. Imagine finding mouse poop in flour. Gag to oneself.

Go to put flour bag in recycling. Find recycling messy. Start sorting recycling.

Realise butter is burning. Put flour into pot. Stir with wooden spoon.

Think of Bridget Jones making blue soup. Think of Colin Firth. Think of how Mr Shamrock looks like Colin Firth.

If one was drunk. Really. Really. Drunk.

Add water and milk. Re read recipe. Notice that it says 1 tbsp milk AND 1 cup of milk. Wonder what to do. Do both. Watch broth go runny. Wish I didn’t do that.

Add puree and mix. Mmmmmm yum yum.

Serve with buns. Not Hot hunk Thursday buns, the bread kind. (Though HHT buns would be tastier n’est pas?)

As an aside, Celtic Dingo has a limited diet. He usually gags on pumpkin (Along with most foods) But he tried two mouthfuls for me with no fuss. He did gag, but I was so proud of him for giving it a go. (And no he doesn’t gag because my cooking is crap)

We had a wonderful time with friends and even had enough leftover for tonight’s dinner. So it’s just a reheat night tonight.

Smiley Saturday

Yes, it is another week over !!!!!!

Is it me or is time flying by at the moment??

Smiley Saturday is the brainchild of Lightening. She is now doing hers later in the day to co-incide with those on the other side of the world. So be sure to do yours and link to hers later on.

Soooooooo…….

Smiley moments:

Well, I am still smiling after another game of the Tickle Monster in bed with WGO. I had her squealing like Boo in Monsters Inc. Always a great way to start the day.

We are surrounded in fog today. Soccer is cancelled and it seems like we are the only people here. I LOVE it when it is like this. I have planned a lazy day for everyone. Gonna light the fire and potter around. I love pottering.

Anja has made me smile with this. Hope the drunken night of poetry reading went well.

Scrappydo has given me reason to smile also. **Snigger snigger**. It’s her birthday next week, and she is a Crusader’s fan. More to the point, a Richie McCaw fan.

So after discussion with the coven,  I contacted the Crusader’s to tell them of her enthusiasm for **ahem** ‘the game’ and they sent her a poster of the Crusader’s with a happy birthday message from Richie and the boys. I thought she knew it was us, until a phone call when I found out she had been harrassing her brother and thought he was behind it !!!! So I fronted up. Glad it brought some happiness to ma widdle scrapbooking Martha Stewart clone.

As I have shared here, meeting up with Kimmie poos. Yes, friends who have long names get them shortened and those with short names get them elongated.

We went to the doctor’s yesterday. So why am I smiling?

Teen Shamrock is NOT showing the signs of something I live with. (YAY) Very reassuring. Mummy being neurotic. So everyone as you were.

I have had concerns about Celtic Dingo. We now have a referral to the Ped.  She listened and ‘got it’. I do rely on Mother’s Instinct, the Holy Spirit, the Universe, the Devine, whatever you choose to call it, you get me, right? But my instinct does not have a medical degree. My Doctor does. This was a locum and she is really, really good.

Then ME, I went for a refill on pills, the walking pharmacy that I am becoming. I jumped on the scales and have lost 4Kgs. Woo hoo !!!!!! Her and I talked about that. I am not going to share how that has been achieved as it is not something I think should be reccommended. She agrees but also understands why for now, this is my only option. So short term, ok, long term, a nono. We also talked about all that, and as a result of Celtic Dingo’s referral, I will be getting more respite care so I can look at the weight/fitness thing in a better way.

One thing I didn’t tell her was that I had decreased my meds. That I disagreed with increasing them.

I have been spending alot of time looking at how I got here, and am coming to this place of understanding. I felt bad about not telling her. HOWEVER, another smiley moment when an out of the blue phone call (or was it ……**cue music**) from a girl friend from one of my support groups who also happens to be a Psychologist who lives with Autism.

I told her of my doctor’s visit and the outcome and she gave me some people I can be referred to who have an understanding of autism and its’ components for Celtic Dingo. I then told her of my experience on the increased meds and why I decreased them. She SO agreed, and this reassurance that I was on the right track gave me a big something to smile about.

So I have finished the week smiling big time. I feel after so long of feeling powerless, that I am being empowered. I now understand how I got to this place of exhaustion and the resulting depression. I have been clinging (by my nails it seems some days) to the thought ‘After the rain, the rainbow.’ Well, I think I can see the rainbow.

Musings ~ More Serendipity ~ Kimmie poos

Oh yeah, we are grooving now.

Around this time last year, I picked up and drank. Got totally smashed. Not a good look for an alcoholic. People in AA talk about what leads to ‘relapsing’. For me, I chose. My head was in a bad space, and I chose the high. Simple as that. It didn’t drive me back to my previous way of drinking. It was a one off. And it was a conscious decision.

I have spent the last 10 years having GOMU (God of my understanding) give me blessings to cope with this time of year. Leading up to my sons’ birthdays and my son’s anniversary. But it confused me. It didn’t tie in with ‘teachings’. And it has done my head in.

But not this year.

This year is different.

I started to experience the mind mess when, during a conversation with Mr Shamrock, I had the defining moment that we are in a different space now, around friends who are really supportive. And teachings that carry more of a message of love than condemnation. That it was time to let go of the ideas of the past. They never worked. I had the truth. So why was I clinging on to ideas that were damaging?

One thing I am allowing myself, is to be real about what it is I am feeling. That my grief is not an indicator that I am a selfish, ungrateful wench. My grief is an indicator that I am a person who feels. A person who feels love for a widdle angel who is not here. A person who feels sadness that he is not here.

And I am offering the situation to GOMU, asking him to walk with me through this time of the Valley. Asking him to get me through the day. And I have shared here how he is doing that.

One of the things I have been given also, are my own personal angels without wings. It goes without saying that I consider Anja and Bettina in that category.

Lately, I have been thinking about Kimmie poos. Kimmie poos and her husband sang at our wedding, she was inspired to write Finbar’s song. On Finbar’s fourth anniversary, she had a vision and wrote a poem from Finbar to me. She is rather a spesh mate. We do not see much of each other, but when we do, it is always inspiring, uplifting and all those positive things you can think of.

When Finbar died, I gathered some of his toys and clothes and gave them to Kimmie poos. Years before, I had had a vision of 2 children for them, one of each, and they were waiting for them. I didn’t want to give Finbar’s things to just ANYONE, and I truly believed they were to go to Kimmie poos. So we gave them to them for their hope chest.

In the dark, dark time that was my intense grief, when everyone was unwilling to talk about what had happened, Kimmie would ring from time to time and she ALWAYS mentioned Finbar. She did this for FOUR YEARS !!!!!!! She would share of occasions that would prompt her to think of him. She would tell me how beautiful she remembered him to be. She loved him. When she went on to have her own children, she would show me Finbar’s toys and tell me which ones the children favoured to play with. (The musical one, in particular) She mentioned it often.

I haven’t seen Kimmie poos for a while. But I have been thinking of her quite a lot recently. Especially about what a kind and loving friend she has been. We met at our old church. Kimmie moved on years before we did. But we stayed in touch.

Kimmie poos has the most beautiful widdle kids. Hilariously funny, cheeky, polite.

I was at playgroup yesterday. (Did you read that Anja? I said the ‘P’ word)

Towards the end, I looked over and there was Kimmie poos !!!!!! She came in and brought her daughter who is 3 months older than WGO. She had been thinking of me alot lately. **Cue Twilight Music** We hugged, kissed, talked.

We ended up going to lunch.

She mentioned Finbar’s musical toy again. And asked if I wanted it back. I felt like crying. She is so thoughtful.

She sat with Celtic Lad on her knee and shared her memories of Finbar with him. And we talked about stuff that friends of over 15 years talk about.

And we talked about Finbar. And we honoured his memory.

And once again, I marvel at the crossing of our paths. It has been a while.

Mwah <3 <3 Loves ya Kimmie poos.

Hot Hunk Thursday

Woo Hoo !!!!!

Lusty Ladies !!!! Welcome to another beautiful bevvy of Hot Hunks.

After last week, Nicole upped the standard, (Oh MY did she what??) Poor widdle Mr Shamrock couldn’t get a look in and hung up his fireman’s hat.

This week’s offering was picked especially for ma widdle Kelley from Magneto Bold. I know how much she of the bitchin’ boots likes her **ahem** coffee…….. here’s a special blend just for you, oh yeah !!!!!

Who wouldn’t like to find something like this in their cappuccino ??

Remember to let me know if you have blogged a Hot Hunk, and I will link you.

So, show us what you’ve got !!!!

Edit : I got this from a friend, I just posted it and see it has copyright written across it. I am off to Playgroup and will remove it and post another when I get back. OOPS.

On offer today, we have:

Anja

Kelly ‘Martha Stewart’

Marita

Jaynie

Screw Up Tuesday

Our fair Mistress Bettina thought up Screw Up Tuesday.

Well, I know you might not believe me, but I did not screw up this week.

So I thought I would share a story of old.

I had just given birth to WGO. I had had a c-section and my tubes tied.

This can cause flatulence.

BOY !!!!! Did I have flatulence. I would make living on this windy Wellington hill, seem calm. Bending down, sitting down, I just seemed to let them rip. Loud and proud, Silent but violent, it didn’t matter.

IT WAS SO EMBARRASSING !!!!!

Anyway, I would go for a walk each morning with the kids around the block where we were living at the time (while Tir Na NOg was being built) The boys would jump on their bikes, and I would have the WGO in her pram. We would go for a 40 minute walk just about every day. It was great.  I did find often as I turned the corner of the 2nd to last street before home, there would be alot of ‘wind build up’ that needed to be released. Being on the street, I would look around and then let it go.

This one morning, I made a game out of it. With each step I took, I would drop one. I am botty burping away and having a smiley out time of it, when from behind me, a woman stepped out and overtook me.

OH DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN !!!!!!!!!!!!

I am surprised she didn’t pass out. I was mortified.

Be sure to drop in on Scrappy do as she has a widdle screw up.