<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443</id><updated>2011-07-08T18:20:31.978+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Children, Chores and Chocolate</title><subtitle type='html'>I started this blog many years ago when I had two young children and not alot else going on in life.  These days things are a little more hectic.  I am a History teacher and my kids have a busier social life than me.  I am always running around here and there but the basics of life remain the same - children, chores and chocolate!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>227</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-8764266696064566617</id><published>2009-06-16T18:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:08:38.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been so long since I posted here I had actually forgotton my password.  I also have forgotton how to blog ...... Will try harder.............. promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-8764266696064566617?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/8764266696064566617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/8764266696064566617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-so-long-since-i-posted-here-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-1342344120773782860</id><published>2009-03-20T17:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-20T18:03:22.405Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week I have had a really bad chesty cough.  To go along with this I have had shivers, dizziness, sickness and a craving for chocolate (OK I made the last bit up - I have that symptom permanently)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so disorientated one day this week I got out of the shower and put some moisturiser on, only to find I had mistakenly picked up cracked heel cream.  My face was nice and smooth with it however so result!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-1342344120773782860?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/1342344120773782860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/1342344120773782860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-week-i-have-had-really-bad-chesty.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-864625340494996116</id><published>2009-03-14T16:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-14T16:27:14.018Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hubby has invited friends over later.  They are great but the woman irons socks, she keeps her house so clean you feel guilty walking in there.   She bought an entire new sofa after recently moving because her stunning one year old one just didnt look right. The kids glue lego models together so they never break and the husband has to run every cable through walls as leaving them loose just isnt good enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went into Ethan's room yesterday I stepped on a half eaten Crunchie stuck to a dirty sock.  Guess what I have been doing today?  Nuff said!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-864625340494996116?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/864625340494996116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/864625340494996116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2009/03/hubby-has-invited-friends-over-later.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-7802186510944260834</id><published>2009-03-12T13:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:26:55.509Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am trying to keep busy at the moment.  I have even taken up ironing!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death throws up lots of questions that I dont want to think about for too long so I am trying not to dwell on them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had the hubby around for the last month or so which has been nice, even so it will be nicer to see him go back to work next week. The last few weeks really have focused on family so there has not really been any news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentist trips, doctors appointments and food shopping are about as exciting as it gets at the moment.  I am just trying my best to focus on my holiday to Dubai to November, I need to start saving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-7802186510944260834?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/7802186510944260834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/7802186510944260834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-trying-to-keep-busy-at-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-5002599827525681158</id><published>2009-03-08T16:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-08T16:34:17.699Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/SbPzbc-HQDI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Hh330hk0Tnk/s1600-h/FollyFarmMarch09+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310856038558679090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/SbPzbc-HQDI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Hh330hk0Tnk/s200/FollyFarmMarch09+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-5002599827525681158?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/5002599827525681158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/5002599827525681158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/SbPzbc-HQDI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Hh330hk0Tnk/s72-c/FollyFarmMarch09+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-2784120377054733276</id><published>2009-02-25T18:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:56:14.180Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>January flew by and I havent even had a chance to pull the pictures off my camera yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan hit seven at the beginning of February and for the next month he can boast that he is only one year younger than Joanna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shock to us all on Friday my Grandmother passed away very suddenly.  This is one of my first experiences of grief and the first grandparent I have lost.  The funeral next week means that Naty will travel home from America and that Emily will travel back from London.  I will see relatives I havent seen in years.  I am not taking the kids to the funeral,  Joanna thinks about these things so much its already keeping her up at night and I dont want her dwelling on it anymore.  I am dreading the funeral so much, I think we are all keeping busy thinking about practical things.  May my dear Nan rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-2784120377054733276?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/2784120377054733276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/2784120377054733276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2009/02/january-flew-by-and-i-havent-even-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-4644910071618937363</id><published>2009-01-01T19:03:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:29:08.615Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just spent the last ten minutes flicking back through my posts in January to see my past new years resolutions. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what to say - I am still fat so I guess they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; mean much. Still gonna try and eat healthy though even if it is only for a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely hubby bought me lots of lovely gifts for Christmas, A digital camera, some chocolates, a CD, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;GHD&lt;/span&gt; hair straighteners and a 5* holiday to Dubai. It is our tenth wedding anniversary in November and we always said we would have a honeymoon as we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have one when we married. He has booked a beautiful hotel, and I am really looking forward. It is a long time to wait and I do feel guilty about not taking the kids but it is somewhere I have always wanted to go. So November cant come quick enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New year all, Hope your new years resolutions &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; make you too miserable. Will post a few Christmas pics in a few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-4644910071618937363?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/4644910071618937363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/4644910071618937363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-spent-last-ten-minutes-flicking.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-388140409762533569</id><published>2008-12-24T19:26:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-24T19:28:29.927Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas - May you all have a peaceful and restful break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-388140409762533569?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/388140409762533569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/388140409762533569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-may-you-all-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-6722705765601006879</id><published>2008-12-15T20:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:11:40.149Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I could start my first post in nearly six months by telling you how the last six months have been.  I could dwell on the fact all our perfect business plans fell apart when a someone we believed to be a friend wrecked everything overnight.  I could tell you about the weeks that followed, about how we had to spend all our savings to get by and how we had to start all over again.  I could tell you how my grandparents have appeared to age within weeks and how this after many problems this resulted in my Nan falling and breaking her leg, and that she is now in hospital and looking at spending Christmas in a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last six months has also been good.  Every challenge we have overcome, the kids are happy and we have got Christmas sorted (despite thinking we wouldnt have 5p) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all that have emailed me, sorry if I have not replied.  I seem to get online less and less these days simply to 'surf'  It always seems to do banking or shopping or some other routine mundane task.  I will never the less try to blog more although it wont be every day like Jilly promises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-6722705765601006879?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/6722705765601006879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/6722705765601006879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-could-start-my-first-post-in-nearly.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-1189362181836650860</id><published>2008-08-28T11:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T11:40:48.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cost of new jumpers and cardigan's with school emblem on - £52.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cost of latest lunchboxes and pencil cases - £18.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cost of 2 pairs of Clark's school shoes that will probably be thrown aside in a week - £64.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cost of children going back to school next Thursday - Priceless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-1189362181836650860?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/1189362181836650860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/1189362181836650860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2008/08/cost-of-new-jumpers-and-cardigans-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-3154157932041399986</id><published>2008-08-08T10:07:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T10:20:48.133+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Sunday we went to &lt;a href="http://www.oakwoodthemepark.co.uk/"&gt;Oakwood theme park.&lt;/a&gt;  It was a treat for the kids as they havent seen much of their Dad lately.  I remember going years ago and it was a nice place, unfortunately time has taken its toll and the place has not been maintained or upgraded.  The kids seemed to enjoy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After double checking their height the kids decided to go on a waterfall ride.  Most family and friends have been told the story already but this turned out to be the scariest moment of my life as I watched Ethan come down a 50ft water slide on a sledge with no seat belt and letting go half way down.  I cannot describe my fear.  The crowd gasped.  He couldn't get a grip on the handle and the speed at which he was traveling forced him to lie down flat.  He held on as best he could, skidded across the water at the bottom and got off the ride to applause, he had a huge grin on his face.    Gary says I am overprotective and that they checked his height.  And yes there was the occasional child on the slide around the same age.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/SJwOxygvMJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/pYIUEQC4P1A/s1600-h/waterfall_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/SJwOxygvMJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/pYIUEQC4P1A/s200/waterfall_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232073115633135762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/SJwO8PmdS1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/WbXx4wLqo5U/s1600-h/waterfall_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/SJwO8PmdS1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/WbXx4wLqo5U/s200/waterfall_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232073295240448850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got these pics from the website.  I had to sit down for a while afterward.  Ethan though thought it was hilarious and wanted to go on again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oakwoodthemepark.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-3154157932041399986?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/3154157932041399986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/3154157932041399986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-sunday-we-went-to-oakwood-theme.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/SJwOxygvMJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/pYIUEQC4P1A/s72-c/waterfall_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-3114082299390958000</id><published>2008-07-31T10:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T11:09:55.114+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I don't post today I will have skipped a whole month without blogging.  There are reasons .... honest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly I have a new laptop - Yey.  Its for work (not so good)  It has Vista - I don't like it - it sucks.  There are so many things that don't work properly on it.  Anyway I am using firefox and my blog link is in bookmarks which I hardly use because I use the quick links on the bar and OMG I just realized how boring I sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly - I am lazy!  I do twitter though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I am officially working again - I do all the invoicing, accounting and wages as well as anything else that comes my way on paper for three haulage firms (one of which is our own).  I don't have an office (yet - it doesn't have a door - long story) so its all from home which is handy but with the kids on summer holiday they think I have abandoned them when I am constantly sitting at the kitchen table typing.  I like it but its beginning to feel like real work - I guess I thought working from home would be different (i.e. you would get to take breaks whenever etc .... instead you just end up putting more hours in because you don't physically leave work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have taken kids to the cinema a few times ... Wall-E best kids film ever, absolutely loved it, nearly made me cry - and I am a hard bitch to make cry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered Primark last week and bought loads of clothes for the kids - I mean seriously I must have been hiding under a rock to miss this shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from this my life is an endless discussion about tachographs and various other truck components,  Our new truck is doing ok but it could be doing better .... we are working towards improvement though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-3114082299390958000?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/3114082299390958000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/3114082299390958000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-i-dont-post-today-i-will-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-5754452031118437970</id><published>2008-06-21T17:40:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T17:55:32.658+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So we are up and running, We picked up the new truck this week.  It is on the road and working.  It has cost us an awful lot.  I guess the phrase 'shit or bust' covers it though really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has meant alot of stress lately, alot of frayed tempers and serious talks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between now and christmas we will be lucky to eat anything other than beans.  That said I saw a giant turkey leg in Asda for £1.28.  I thought 'that would make some nice sandwiches for not many pennies' but once it was cooked and I went to pull some of the meat off.  OMG it was awful - giant turkey legs come with giant tendons and crap.  DONT EVER buy giant turkey legs, they really suck.  There is a reason why you dont often see giant turkey legs on the shelf.   I am off turkey for the forseeable future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just want to say a massive thank you too &lt;a href="http://jillymel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jilly &lt;/a&gt; (please note the sarcastic undertones) for introducing me to &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/jomarise"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; - as if I dont have enough internet obsessions!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-5754452031118437970?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/5754452031118437970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/5754452031118437970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-we-are-up-and-running-we-picked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-7995168756677408673</id><published>2008-06-06T16:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T16:55:44.709+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Business has gone to plan this week - which means I have a hubby with a severe case of stroppiness, Not good when you already have two kids to deal with.  My head is ready to explode and I have had a headache most of the week.  Fingers crossed, prayers and cosmic wishes that next week goes a bit better, or we may just have a slightly huge problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking of changing the blog template  - what do you think does it need a change?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-7995168756677408673?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/7995168756677408673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/7995168756677408673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2008/06/business-has-gone-to-plan-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-784245114933356239</id><published>2008-06-05T16:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T16:33:33.942+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Note to self - When there is nothing sweet to eat in the house dont eat lots of coffee sweetners in one go because they are so sweet they will nearly make you sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know I am a weirdo and no, I do not need help unless it comes in chocolate form. Mmmmm chocolate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-784245114933356239?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/784245114933356239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/784245114933356239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2008/06/note-to-self-when-there-is-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-2169020493552841563</id><published>2008-06-03T10:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:57:23.041+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So hubby has just bought a new truck officially skinting us for the forseeable future. Its means the long term future is good but to the kids all it means is no weekly McDonalds and no holiday in Spain this year. I suggested camping for a few days, I thought it would be exciting. The boy liked the idea but both the hubby and Joanna looked at me as if I had just set fire to their feet. No bathroom, no bed, no TV, no playstation and sleeping outside - what was I thinking???? Time will tell if I can talk them around but I am not holding my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports day has just been. I always expect Ethan to do well as he follows his Dad, However Joanna always dreads Sports day and I have got used to the "I am ill and cant go to school" speech on the morning. However this time she proved all of that wrong and dazzled on the day, Getting a first and two third places. It made her beam uncontrollably for the rest of the day and all of the following weekend, she puts her success down to her new super duper trainers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half term came and went and so did the wart. Yey no more insults, well about the wart anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right where do I get a tent and what do I do with it ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-2169020493552841563?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/2169020493552841563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/2169020493552841563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-hubby-has-just-bought-new-truck.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-4167197539037614129</id><published>2008-05-24T13:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T13:25:23.308+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh Joy ... Half term is here again.  And I have to invent 101 interesting things to do with children without leaving the house - why cant I leave the house? Because I have a huge wart on the side of my nose which I have just had treated.  Hubby is calling me a witch and other people no longer look into my eyes when talking to me.... I am just waiting for someone to start uttering ' 'Moleeee moleee moleee' ... oh wait my sister already did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see the new Indiana Jones film which has of course resulted in me rewatching all the others ... not that I get obsessed with these things!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I had my interview for secondry History teaching this week.  It was only for a reserve place as all the places were full but I passed the interview and will either start this September or next September, either way I have a place.  So its Mrs Rees to you now!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-4167197539037614129?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/4167197539037614129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/4167197539037614129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-joy.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-355563800526983733</id><published>2008-05-01T19:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T20:07:22.151+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning in a particularly good mood which after yesterday (nuff said) was definately a bonus, But there is always someone who's got to come along and steal your sunshine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly there was old man - I was walking with the kids into school and an old man was walking towards us.  I moved the kids to one side of the pavement smiled cheerfully and apologised (I have no idea why .. I have just as much right to be there.  Apologising for nothing is an awful habit of mine) "It's OK" he says in his most sarcastic voice "I will leave the pavement and walk on the road"  Astonished I replied "Fine I would much rather see you on the road than my kids" He blanked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the driver behind me at the lights who was frantically beeping at me because I wouldn't move forward into the "keep clear" box.  He would have gained a whole two metres if I had and since the lights were on red I fail to see the advantage of that, especially since afterwards I drove at a painstakingly slow twenty miles an hour whilst he followed me for the next three miles.  Next time Ford Focus man leave the house earlier and you wont be in such a rush!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that there was the kid from across the road (the one who stole my daughters nintendo DS to have his parents return it after being threatened with the police, the one who broke my sons new toys that he saved for) He came knocking on the door at half past six for the kids to go out to play, Now I am not being funny but going out to play at half past six on a school night when your six and eight is just not on.  So I told him politely no (the kids were just about to get into the bath) and he shrugs his shoulders at me and says "don't care anyways"  Charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That along with two unexpected bills this morning, the cat who jumped on the car, missed and left some lovely scratch marks all down the side of it and the fact that the hubby is really pushing his luck, is just not keeping me feeling on top of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when a salesman rang earlier (the same salesman that has been ringing three times a day for the last week. Isnt &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.whocallsme.com"&gt;who calls me&lt;/a&gt; a wonderful website lol) and tried to sell me life insurance and wouldnt take no for an answer I really put him in his place.  And I well and truly ruined his day when he turned around and said "So you dont want to save money then?" I wouldn't imagine they will ever call again, especially since afterwards I rang their head office and made my feelings more than clear on their company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is going to be a good day and if anyone tries to ruin it ..... Look out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-355563800526983733?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/355563800526983733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/355563800526983733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-woke-up-this-morning-in-particularly.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-9053259053233805083</id><published>2008-04-22T11:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T12:00:03.179+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We have become a proper family, Our kids dont want to know us anymore!!! Ethan hides in a room upstairs playing the playstation and only appears at meal times (He even asked if he could take the playstation to his grandmothers this weekend) And Joanna vanishes onto the computer, She asked me this morning the question I had been dreading for some time... "Why can't I have a Facebook account" The fact that she asked "Why can't I" instead of "Can I" suggested she already knew the answer.  "Your 8 years old girl.... You have more hope of climbing Mount Snowdon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out at the weekend for my first girlie night out in over a year. It was as ever hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192021556636111634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/SA3EGOV3UxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4CDSZiTVp3o/s200/n508850244_2761615_1581.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The pretty dance floor amused me for ages - That said most things did at that point.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192021560931078946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/SA3EGeV3UyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hUekaNKGOiI/s200/n508850244_2761614_1227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was all very blue - Hence the name ice bar.  If you are a friend on facebook you can find the rest of the drunken piccies there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So its Joanna's party on Thursday, It was her birthday last month but gimmie a break - I am not the most organised person in the world.  There will be cake - Yey cake :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-9053259053233805083?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/9053259053233805083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/9053259053233805083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-have-become-proper-family-our-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/SA3EGOV3UxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4CDSZiTVp3o/s72-c/n508850244_2761615_1581.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-9071542505502983465</id><published>2008-04-03T08:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T08:37:09.994+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The half term holidays..... in pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/R_SI3wnjImI/AAAAAAAAAEs/SxUxfA5_Ils/s1600-h/Sarah+pics+1006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184919562535248482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/R_SI3wnjImI/AAAAAAAAAEs/SxUxfA5_Ils/s320/Sarah+pics+1006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/R_SI4AnjInI/AAAAAAAAAE0/WrxQf6ZxuKA/s1600-h/Sarah+pics+1007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184919566830215794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/R_SI4AnjInI/AAAAAAAAAE0/WrxQf6ZxuKA/s320/Sarah+pics+1007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/R_SI4QnjIoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lglBCweUePQ/s1600-h/Sarah+pics+1020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184919571125183106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/R_SI4QnjIoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lglBCweUePQ/s320/Sarah+pics+1020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/R_SITgnjIhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/sR7tzE6-ZPM/s1600-h/n508850244_2616795_4395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184918939764990482" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/R_SIUAnjIkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/fnEB5cZSNuo/s320/n508850244_2616852_6525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/R_SIUAnjIlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zx254wtOooY/s1600-h/n508850244_2616862_9852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184918948354925138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/R_SIUAnjIlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zx254wtOooY/s320/n508850244_2616862_9852.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-9071542505502983465?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/9071542505502983465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/9071542505502983465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2008/04/half-term-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/R_SI3wnjImI/AAAAAAAAAEs/SxUxfA5_Ils/s72-c/Sarah+pics+1006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-6780411887894313846</id><published>2008-03-23T10:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-23T10:30:01.663Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yey its Easter - All I have to say is Bring on the chocolate. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-6780411887894313846?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/6780411887894313846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/6780411887894313846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2008/03/yey-its-easter-all-i-have-to-say-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-8128759585872734008</id><published>2008-03-14T11:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-14T11:57:03.842Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not much has been happening here lately,  Things have been quiet and I have been plodding along.  I am trying to plan lots of activities over Easter for the kids to keep them occupied.  We are taking a trip to Alton Towers at the end of the month which should be fun,  Joanna will also be 8 at the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly died this morning when Ethan asked his best friends Dad why he wasnt in love with his best friends Mum.  They are really good friends now, that didnt stop them looking massively embarressed at being asked the question by a 6 year old.  Ethan, however was content to keep asking the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night Gary and I are off out to watch the rugby,  Hoping Wales get the grand slam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-8128759585872734008?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/8128759585872734008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/8128759585872734008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2008/03/not-much-has-been-happening-here-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-7706747534793243215</id><published>2008-03-04T20:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-04T21:05:51.629Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah crap - I blew it. (See post below.)  I have a chance to redeem myself but have now lost the momentum and couldnt give a toss,  this is helped by the three glasses of malibu I have just drunk.  Everything happens for a reason........... everything happens for a reason ......... I am sure it does.  But it may take me a while to understand what it is.  I lack direction, one minute I crave intellectual stimulation, the next I just want to be a mother and a wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everything happens for a reason and I will find out what it is eventually ..... eventually I will be seen as than more than a mother and a wife by my family, I dont say this to make them feel bad, only to let them know that I am here and I will not let life pass me by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day my name will enter conversations again and I will not just be confined to the school run as my only daily outting.  One day I will make some money myself and will not therefore have to justify buying myself a new pair of shoes to anyone!  One day my opinion will count again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason....And I will find out what the reason is if I patiently wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-7706747534793243215?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/7706747534793243215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/7706747534793243215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2008/03/ah-crap-i-blew-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-3990500325053839690</id><published>2008-02-23T19:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-23T19:57:14.846Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; 32 now - perhaps its time to grow up???  No I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though Thursday is a big day for me, I am not going to go into detail but I am pretty sure it's gonna be one of those life changing moments - The ones I usually try and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;subconsciously&lt;/span&gt; sabotage.  Please wish me luck for this...... And I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; mean the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;subconsciously&lt;/span&gt; sabotaging part!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-3990500325053839690?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/3990500325053839690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/3990500325053839690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2008/02/ok-32-now-perhaps-its-time-to-grow-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-869888435183582113</id><published>2008-02-12T13:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-12T13:13:19.410Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG has anyone ever been to half term free swim week at their local leisure centre?  Its one hour of absolute swim hell whereby you have to que to get in to be one of the lucky fifty to reinact the scene from when the titanic goes down, Thrashing about, trying to cling to the nearest float, aiming for a quiet spot getting ducked and splashed on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was too much for me and the kids who found it daunting, dodging the countless numbers of over 10's invading the smaller kids pool.  And wow how vicious are lifeguards???  Never-the-less when the time came for us to be 'saved' and the hour was up, both kids cried and asked when they could come back to which my reply was 'half term next year'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whats up with this weather?? Who stole winter? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I am 32 on Monday - thats well old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-869888435183582113?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/869888435183582113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/869888435183582113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2008/02/omg-has-anyone-ever-been-to-half-term.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-670980942111175678</id><published>2008-02-06T22:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:06:08.154Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/R6ovFG2R-II/AAAAAAAAAD8/UtCvmFQ2Sjk/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163991687517829250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/R6ovFG2R-II/AAAAAAAAAD8/UtCvmFQ2Sjk/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ethan is 6 years old tomorrow. It only seems like yesterday that he completed our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a Doctor Who party planned and he is beside himself with excitement counting the minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-670980942111175678?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/670980942111175678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/670980942111175678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2008/02/ethan-is-6-years-old-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/R6ovFG2R-II/AAAAAAAAAD8/UtCvmFQ2Sjk/s72-c/Image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-2202198847667544307</id><published>2008-02-01T10:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-01T10:32:48.942Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two gutted kids and one devastated mum, We pulled back the curtains this morning expecting there to be snow. Where is the snow??????? I was promised SNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am totally obsessed with this and I have no idea why. I am not particularly fond of being cold and I absolutely hate driving in it. But I absolutely 100% love snow. I must be the only person in the world who watches the clouds deciding if they are 'snow clouds', who stares at something dark to see if I can catch a glimpse of a white flake falling or who spends the whole week convincing the rest of the family it wont snow whilst secretly hoping it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent the entire week being envious of my sister Natalie who has had lots of the white stuff this week. I have clicked on and off this &lt;a href="http://www.lynden.org/webcam.php"&gt;webcam&lt;/a&gt; countless amounts of times as it has had lots of snow and it is not far from Natalie. And I have spent more time visiting the met office website than is healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please God let it snow, please please please. I am now off for lunch with friends but will insist on a window seat just in case a singular flake falls from nice clear blue sky. Dont judge me... Its just my thing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-2202198847667544307?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/2202198847667544307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/2202198847667544307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2008/02/two-gutted-kids-and-one-devastated-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-1175767762131818799</id><published>2008-01-15T19:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-15T19:12:17.133Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Very shortly after I blogged on Saturday I got a phone call from hubby in work, He sounded strange, said he was coming home right away, I knew from his voice that he had had hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got home 20 minutes later as white as a sheet. He was using the controls on a hiab crane to move a cabin off his truck, the ground under the trailer collapsed and sent the cabin swinging forward where he just happened to be standing, It hit and pinned him up against a hedge. His workmates managed to get him out within a minute. He is covered in bruises, cuts and lumps but very fortunately he is ok. Now and again these things happen to him and each time I am utterly amazed that he manages to escape with his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was his birthday and he went to work despite the fact he was still hurting. This weekend I am planning on a little party with the kids for him to show him he is appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo oooo and Guess what???  I lost three pounds, despite cheer-up chinese food on Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-1175767762131818799?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/1175767762131818799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/1175767762131818799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2008/01/very-shortly-after-i-blogged-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-2304970502135852884</id><published>2008-01-12T11:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-12T11:16:26.243Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a love-hate thing going on with the internet, Given the chance I would spend my entire day surfing the net however when it breaks, gets infested with a virus or even goes a little slow I find it the most annoying frustrating thing in the world that has to be fixed there and then despite how desperate cooking tea for the kids is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last three weeks my modem has packed in forcing me to buy a new one. Before I go on why does everything you buy come with a quickstart guide - That never works!!!! Its total bollocks. I think you can guess where I am going with this - Thats right - It didnt work. Three and a half hours on the phone to a techie and the best he can come up with is .."You must have an old house and thick walls and ..... well sometimes wireless just doesnt work" , To which my answer was "The house is just over a year old, wireless worked fine here up until now and your as much help as a chocolate watch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hotmail got hacked last week sending shitloads of spam email to everyone - Hotmail sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I get a virus on my laptop forcing me to spend four hours looking for a solution because Norton is totally incapable of doing the one thing it is supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I am in a bad mood? Lack of sugar ..... Yes thats right I started my diet. I hate every moment but I am determind to stick to it ...... unless someone offers me a chocolate watch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-2304970502135852884?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/2304970502135852884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/2304970502135852884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-love-hate-thing-going-on-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-1787984931675799606</id><published>2008-01-07T22:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-07T22:37:46.470Z</updated><title type='text'>Because...............</title><content type='html'>Why didnt I start my diet on January 1st ? - Because it was New years day and no one starts on new years day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why hadnt i Started my diet on January 2nd ? Because I still had a cold and needed comforting - so ate loads of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didnt I start my diet last weekend? There is no point until everyone goes back to school and work and things go back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why didnt I start my diet today? Well because the kids had an inset day and there was a box of christmas biscuits left that were calling my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why will I definately start my diet tomorrow ? Because I just saw how fat I look in this photo ......gutted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152866310163008578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/R4Kom6hYDEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/48wjuinyV24/s320/n763935694_565389_1821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A very rare picture of me on the left with my sister Natalie at christmas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After outwitting my son Ethan today he asks "how did you know that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered "Because I am your mother and I know everything!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replys "You dont .... You dont know Gods phone number"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outsmarted by a 5 year old ................. He's got a point though!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-1787984931675799606?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/1787984931675799606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/1787984931675799606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2008/01/because.html' title='Because...............'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/R4Kom6hYDEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/48wjuinyV24/s72-c/n763935694_565389_1821.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-6571688520193477919</id><published>2008-01-01T13:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-01T13:35:09.619Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy new year to you all - I am still working on my new years resolutions (failures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post some xmas piccies soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-6571688520193477919?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/6571688520193477919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/6571688520193477919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-to-you-all-i-am-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-2655591767917755896</id><published>2007-12-23T17:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-23T17:15:32.170Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I drank so much last night that for the first time in my life I can justify visiting a bottle bank. May it be the start of many trips. I had my three sisters over for a girly night - It involved drinking games and I think thats enough said!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this week we all went ghost hunting at &lt;a href="http://www.craigynoscastle.co.uk/ghostour.htm"&gt;Craig-y-Nos castle&lt;/a&gt; . It was a good night but I couldnt help but smile when the ghost tour guide told me ghosties were using my energy and I was there for a 'different reason' Interesting though - Will probably go back for an all nighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe tomorrow is Christmas Eve, when I was a kid it took forever to come around, December seemed so long and now I just dont get time to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear Tesco opens at 12.01am tonight - Dare I do my Christmas food shopping at midnight?  If I avoid the crowds - Damn right, That reminds me I have to take the turkey out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy massively merry Christmas - Thank you to all that stop by and comment, I do appreciate it - And see getting all emotional now!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-2655591767917755896?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/2655591767917755896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/2655591767917755896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-drank-so-much-last-night-that-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-1818343134592866054</id><published>2007-12-20T13:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-20T13:12:37.104Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I got laid off in work.  Cant say I am devastated but I do feel a bit discriminated against as they got rid of everyone with young kids or those with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;commitments&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told me that Friday would be my last day - And I thought "why should I make their life easier?"  they were obviously playing the 'you have been here under 3 months and have no rights' card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called this morning and told them I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be bothering to come back and would drop off my uniform next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime I get to enjoy a Christmas at home without work on my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So new years resolution - find a job &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pmsl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-1818343134592866054?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/1818343134592866054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/1818343134592866054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2007/12/yesterday-i-got-laid-off-in-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-5886068299595776759</id><published>2007-12-07T17:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-07T17:45:22.117Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love the School Christmas Fayre - I dont like admitting it but I really do.  And with my kids today was no exception.  School Fayre's remind me of when I was a kid and that its not long till Christmas.  So here's todays fun,  we were nearly first in line to get in as quickly as possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Girl heads straight for the mystery gift stall to get the biggest and best parcels for just 50p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- And on discovering she does not like the toy sells it to the toy stall for £1.  Result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Elsewhere, boy flashes his smile and gets a £1 bag of reindeer food for 38p. Bargain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Meanwhile I stock up on tins for 20p a go, Not bad when beans are 47p a tin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Boy sets himself a challenge, what can he buy for 5p, answer a pencil case complete with parker pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Then knowing Santa's helper has its advantages and we get a free picture with Santa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- And finally Ethan won the raffle - A nice big box of choccies for us all to scoff tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-5886068299595776759?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/5886068299595776759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/5886068299595776759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-love-school-christmas-fayre-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-2839983312406751657</id><published>2007-11-27T17:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-27T17:57:54.463Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today not only did I manage to find sellotape (hurray) I managed to get a bag thrown at me in work when some impatient stuck up cow couldnt be bothered to wait more than 10 seconds to be served, you could question my customer service skills but I burst out laughing at her impatient mutterings as she stomped off which probably didnt help - learn some patience biatch!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also managed to pick my kids up from school today whilst it was still light as my work hours have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to this I managed to win £90 of Barbie island princess toys today, so that made my day and completes the christmas shopping for the kids.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not a bad day then :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-2839983312406751657?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/2839983312406751657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/2839983312406751657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2007/11/today-not-only-did-i-manage-to-find.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-314428797077731141</id><published>2007-11-23T20:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-23T21:18:14.397Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is there a national shortage of sellotape?  I dont want brown parcel tape, christmas tape or insulation tape - I just want normal clear tape!   Have I been able to find any?  NO.  Now this may just be my opinion but you would think that it would be everywhere at this time of year in its rightfull place right next to the wrapping paper and yet it isnt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked in 8 shops this morning - Next, Debenhams, TK Maxx, bla bla bla and none sold sellotape - all sold wrapping paper and those annoying foil ribbon bow things that never stick properly on presents.  Why didnt they sell tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked in BHS at the till and she pulled a roll out from under the desk and offered to cut me a bit - I mean wtf?  I need to wrap presents you silly **** !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked in my local (supposed to have everything) Spar and he tried to sell me green insulation tape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even travelled to my local stationary store - which I find when I get there has closed down (probably through low sellotape sales) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want some sellotape - just one (possibly two if they are not rationed) roll of sellotape.  And no dont suggest Tesco - I dont want to go there - every little doesnt help - I hate the place and every time I go there I spend £50. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sellotape ..... Sellotape......I NEEEEEEEED sellotape..... and possibly Vodka!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-314428797077731141?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/314428797077731141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/314428797077731141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2007/11/is-there-national-shortage-of-sellotape.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-6962816832767011938</id><published>2007-11-01T14:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-01T14:07:38.986Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trick or treating has definately changed since I was a kid,  And no before you say anything its not all that long ago.  When we were kids it was just a way of getting some money for nothing - and no its not ideal but thats how it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night for the first time ever after much pressure I took the kids.  And OMG how times have changed,  They both took with them a pumpkin bucket (as sold by tesco)  and we managed to get around most of the 300 houses on our estate in about an hour and a half.  Half didnt answer - the other half did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got home the little pumpkin buckets were buckling under the weight,  They had so many sweets and chocolates I was gobsmacked.  Seriously they have more sweets than I would give them in a month and people were loving dishing them out.  And the decorations was another thing that amazed me - pumpkins and skeletons, banners and spooky noise makers all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am guessing this is another thing that we have inherited from America - not that I am complaining,  my children had a wonderful time - are totally sick of sweets and I wont have to buy any for at least another few weeks.  Result.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-6962816832767011938?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/6962816832767011938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/6962816832767011938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2007/11/trick-or-treating-has-definately.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-8709741654333369897</id><published>2007-10-23T12:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T12:21:31.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was Ethans parents evening last night.  I asked her to double check when she quoted words like 'kind', 'helpful', 'well behaved' and 'methodical'  because he isnt like that at home.  Its good though, he had a glowing report and he seems keen to learn.  I was thinking he would follow his Dad who hated school.  I have Joanna's tonight - hopefully that will be good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work afternoons this week,  And its strange - Its like waiting to go to a funeral - You know you are have to go and are gonna hate it.  Next week its half term and I have no idea what I am going to do with the kids - Prehaps I shall let them wander free and hope for the best (seriously before I get emails - I wont)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mother keeps mentioning Christmas plans since she has discovered my sister is coming home.  I am having difficulty getting organised on a weekly basis at the moment,  I am hoping this will calm down as I get into working - I need a diary - Have you tried finding a diary when you are 10 months into the year,  surely some people must need them - I DO!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right I suppose I had better go and get my red polo shirt and my name tag on,  I am on fitting room today - 'No of course you bum doesnt look big in that..... honestly!!!!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-8709741654333369897?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/8709741654333369897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/8709741654333369897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-was-ethans-parents-evening-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-4573092397613696818</id><published>2007-10-16T18:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T18:28:54.244+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So very very tired - I have nothing else to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-4573092397613696818?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/4573092397613696818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/4573092397613696818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-very-very-tired-i-have-nothing-else.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-9049770841926818745</id><published>2007-10-04T18:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T18:26:35.174+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a job !!! I have been working at &lt;a href="http://www.tkmaxx.com/"&gt;TK maxx&lt;/a&gt; (or tacky maxx as my sister calls them)  I started Tuesday and what can I say except for ....I hate the world of retail and every picky granny and 'bad tempered forced into clothes shopping man' in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assumed that my training this week would mean training and not standing about pretending to look busy.  Nuff said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also thought that part time would mean 'part time' and not full time until next february.  How shite is that - my house already looks like it was abandoned in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hoped that my bed would last at least another year and not collapse when I sat on it a few nights ago leading to many many 'your fat arse' jokes.  (that said I have lost 5lbs so far this week by pretending to look busy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also felt that somehow my children who started after school club this week (which I have been riddled with guilt about) would miss me and not ask to stay longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wish I didnt feel so damned tired!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-9049770841926818745?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/9049770841926818745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/9049770841926818745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-have-job-i-have-been-working-at-tk.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-8834466621679970206</id><published>2007-09-18T17:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T17:20:19.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are so many things I should be doing when I finally get online - and blogging is just one of them.  But here I am finally after weeks and weeks finally updating.  Life as always is hectic, I escaped the summer holidays without injury and now am officially job hunting as its probably time I moved on a bit from the 'I am just a housewife' phase - Of course I will go out kicking and screaming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime my boy is constantly mourning his holiday in Disneyland Paris and just a mention of the place results in an hours crying... such is the stressful life of a five year old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daughter has moved up to the junior's and doesnt fail to remind me on a daily basis how grown up she is... although she is apparently not grown up enough to look after her Nintendo DS which she left in the playhouse, unsurprisingly with all the kids in the neighbourhood its not there now ... I have my suspicions but cant prove anything.  Gutted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby after passing his transport manager exams is now fully absorbed in his job,  which is keeping him busy.  Not ten minutes goes past in the house without a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naty cant wait for you to come home at xmas - I have two words for you 'party bus'  Eloise - whats it like working full time? Emily - Want anything from the shop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jilly - Dont post videos of spiders like that - I nearly had a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - I am plodding along.  Looking forward to winning the lottery ... its not gonna happen .. i know.  hmmm Wake me up at Christmas will you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-8834466621679970206?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/8834466621679970206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/8834466621679970206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2007/09/there-are-so-many-things-i-should-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-4249241360133960861</id><published>2007-08-17T13:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T13:33:21.621+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes I am back from my holidays - yes there was much Sangria and hangovers.  We had a fab time - check out the pics at the bottom on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since then I have sunk into the oblivion that is the summer holidays.  Getting up later means I cant sleep at night and its a vicious circle.  I havent seen 'real' people in ages and the kids on the street are driving me mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to getting back to reality - whatever that is asap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-4249241360133960861?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/4249241360133960861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/4249241360133960861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2007/08/yes-i-am-back-from-my-holidays-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-3524566900231513926</id><published>2007-07-20T10:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T10:25:21.892+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What Rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This time next week I will be in Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://jillymel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jilly's&lt;/a&gt; Dad is doing better&lt;br /&gt;3. Kids in school bought me loads of pressies for dinnerladying!!!!&lt;br /&gt;4. No more dinnerladying for 6 weeks&lt;br /&gt;5. Its my Mums Birthday today - Happy birthday Mum - You rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I only just saved enough to go on my hols - so no pressie buying&lt;br /&gt;2. My sister Eloise is house sitting whilst we are away and asked if she could party, WTF NO WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. My other &lt;a href="http://natclay2001.blogspot.com/"&gt;sister&lt;/a&gt; hasn't updated her blog since last month and she thinks no one notices!!!!&lt;br /&gt;4. I dyed my hair black and now I look like a goth.&lt;br /&gt;5. I cant fit into my swimming costume **sob sob**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-3524566900231513926?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/3524566900231513926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/3524566900231513926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-rocks-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-508251038650968177</id><published>2007-07-14T09:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T09:48:58.227+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sarah Rees is enjoying &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt; at the moment!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-508251038650968177?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/508251038650968177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/508251038650968177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2007/07/sarah-rees-is-enjoying-facebook-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-1485759533700341536</id><published>2007-07-07T09:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T09:44:33.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Teachers training days are great arnt they **Hint - I was being sarcastic**  In one of my less intelligent moments I decided cooking would keep children happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/Ro9PuNYenTI/AAAAAAAAADs/-bFIa0DJfHc/s1600-h/ebay+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084370159609486642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/Ro9PuNYenTI/AAAAAAAAADs/-bFIa0DJfHc/s320/ebay+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lets just say we will be eating fairy cakes for days and the kitchen will never be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/Ro9PkNYenSI/AAAAAAAAADk/UkV6tF-d-VQ/s1600-h/ebay+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084369987810794786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/Ro9PkNYenSI/AAAAAAAAADk/UkV6tF-d-VQ/s320/ebay+131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whilst the kids were eating their creations I spent the afternoon counting pennies - I kid you not!  We are saving every penny to go on our holidays,  we are driving to Spain (yes I know thats mad) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/Ro9PatYenRI/AAAAAAAAADc/lmK_xdYWCeY/s1600-h/ebay+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084369824602037522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/Ro9PatYenRI/AAAAAAAAADc/lmK_xdYWCeY/s320/ebay+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have to have a house sitter because I have a plant to water - Yes I know its random but I have kept a plant alive for more than two weeks and thats a miracle for me.  All hail Sarah's Basil!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/Ro9PRdYenQI/AAAAAAAAADU/YLLrm28bGBw/s1600-h/ebay+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084369665688247554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/Ro9PRdYenQI/AAAAAAAAADU/YLLrm28bGBw/s320/ebay+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did alot of this ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/Ro9PHdYenPI/AAAAAAAAADM/ii80NbuLO_I/s1600-h/ebay+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084369493889555698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/Ro9PHdYenPI/AAAAAAAAADM/ii80NbuLO_I/s320/ebay+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because on my way to Spain I want to stop here ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/Ro9O9NYenOI/AAAAAAAAADE/ycSAEm9nG4k/s1600-h/ebay+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084369317795896546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/Ro9O9NYenOI/AAAAAAAAADE/ycSAEm9nG4k/s320/ebay+137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just one big kid, I am sooooo excited - I havent told the kids yet, its a surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-1485759533700341536?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/1485759533700341536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/1485759533700341536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2007/07/teachers-training-days-are-great-arnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/Ro9PuNYenTI/AAAAAAAAADs/-bFIa0DJfHc/s72-c/ebay+132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-8179904401693129595</id><published>2007-07-02T16:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T16:50:58.268+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On an out of the blue visit to Morrisons (as part of our blatent refusal to shop at Tesco) last weekend we stopped at the fish counter. The fish monger was an enthusiastic little man who inspired us to try something different. Bad move .... we ended up buying some of these little lovlies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082623443654843602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/RokbF9YenNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FhUHZm3SBLs/s320/ZLANGOUS1KG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I was thinking!!  No they are not prawns they are langoustines and are supplied raw in their shells.  By the time we got home we had forgotton how to cook them so decided to steam them.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was also a bad idea as not only meant we could hear the shells cracking but we could see the eyes boiling.  By the time they were ready Gary was already on the phone to the local chinese in a blatent refusal of having anything more to do with them,  I on the other hand refused to give up without a fight.  So armed with a pair of yellow gloves decided it was time to crack them open and see why they were so special (they did cost us £5 for 6)  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well lets just conclude by saying they weren't for me, anything with eyes should be left alone,  the fish monger at Morrisons is a bit of a fibber (they were not the best food I ever tasted!!) and I am most definately not going to win any cooking competitions .... ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-8179904401693129595?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/8179904401693129595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/8179904401693129595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2007/07/on-out-of-blue-visit-to-morrisons-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/RokbF9YenNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FhUHZm3SBLs/s72-c/ZLANGOUS1KG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-6789989326398644860</id><published>2007-06-20T23:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T23:13:31.354+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Race for life??  Yes I ran, it was humid, it was raining, I got wet and nearly killed myself trying to beat my daughter's snooty teacher.  Ha ... eat my dust Miss!!!  We got around in 57 minutes which wasnt too bad considering we walked most of it whilst commenting on everything from the woman in fronts pink daisy covered shorts to world peace!  It was emotional ok!!  I got a medal though that was good, and sadly I wore it most of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news today I travelled on a bus!!  Now this may not seem strange to you but to me this is a major thing.  I hate buses and pride myself on the fact I wouldnt know where to stand to catch one.  OMG it cost me £1.30 to travel 2 miles, what a rip off.  Apparently if you travel on buses you have to be prepared to discuss the weather with as many old people as possible... And some bloke (middle aged not old ) ruffled my hair and grinned as he walked past me!!!  Is this some kind of bus riding initiation?  I am confused.  Thanks to the bus driver though - he was most helpful when I just got up from my seat and declared I wanted to get off now despite there being an obvious lack of bus stops.  I like being difficult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-6789989326398644860?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/6789989326398644860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/6789989326398644860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2007/06/race-for-life-yes-i-ran-it-was-humid-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-1893730236268142562</id><published>2007-06-14T09:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T09:56:25.307+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No the dentist didnt kill me in some freak drill accident - I am alive albiet with a chesty cough from hell (and no .. Mum I will not see a doctor only to be told it's bloody viral!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the dentist told me she was going to do the filling without the injection I started shaking uncontrollably but truth be told - it was ok.  It didnt cause massive amounts of pain and I will live to eat the usual bag of nuts at Christmas time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I do the race for life.  It started out as a bet between my sister Emily and me.  We permanently have some bet going, anyway as time has gone on we have both failed to keep up the "go to the gym really often" bet and the "lets lose a stone" bet so now we are totally screwed when it comes to Sunday.  I have been fortunate enough never to know anyone with cancer but when I looked into the race I felt hypocritcial just doing it for a laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even worse was the fact that a close friend of mine has just found out her Dad has cancer, and this really upset me, I cant imagine what they are going through as a family right now.  So this weekend I will race for Stewart,  otherwise known as &lt;a href="http://jillymel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jilly's&lt;/a&gt; Dad.  Wish me luck because I am sooooo gonna need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.raceforlifesponsorme.org/SarahRees"&gt;http://www.raceforlifesponsorme.org/SarahRees&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-1893730236268142562?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/1893730236268142562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/1893730236268142562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2007/06/no-dentist-didnt-kill-me-in-some-freak.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-8500394167379392874</id><published>2007-05-29T11:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T13:09:10.189+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because I am stressing about this afternoons pending visit to get that filling done, here are some pictures we took on a family visit over the weekend to Pembrokeshire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/Rlv__yxOPvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LT7UHWcgABA/s1600-h/ebay+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069927276960694002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/Rlv__yxOPvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LT7UHWcgABA/s320/ebay+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/Rlv_4CxOPuI/AAAAAAAAACs/hAywwdZv1PM/s1600-h/ebay+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069927143816707810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/Rlv_4CxOPuI/AAAAAAAAACs/hAywwdZv1PM/s320/ebay+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/Rlv_pixOPtI/AAAAAAAAACk/odfpmbQxg3k/s1600-h/ebay+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069926894708604626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/Rlv_pixOPtI/AAAAAAAAACk/odfpmbQxg3k/s320/ebay+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/Rlv_fSxOPsI/AAAAAAAAACc/4id4ZU01E64/s1600-h/ebay+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069926718614945474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/Rlv_fSxOPsI/AAAAAAAAACc/4id4ZU01E64/s320/ebay+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069925640578154130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/Rlv-gixOPpI/AAAAAAAAACE/9DaGaRHxKtg/s320/ebay+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069925915456061090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/Rlv-wixOPqI/AAAAAAAAACM/RqSygHiQ9PE/s320/ebay+080.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-8500394167379392874?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/8500394167379392874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/8500394167379392874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2007/05/because-i-am-stressing-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/Rlv__yxOPvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LT7UHWcgABA/s72-c/ebay+086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-3993658343704367422</id><published>2007-05-14T17:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T17:32:06.678+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She splattered blood all over my face - and even worse it was my own blood.  Today was my first trip to the dentist since the practice changed hands.  Its changed from a one dentist welcoming enviroment to a super sterile stainless steel business run by many female straight talking emotionless 6ft twenty something's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a daunting experience.  The first thing that bothered me was the empty waiting room!  Then there was the abrupt bedside manner.  "Turn head",  "Rinse", "Open mouth".   After my check up she concluded (loudly) that I need a filling (which I knew) and that another appointment had to be made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could she let me walk away empty handed? Oh no, she decided a descale and polish was in order.  And so it began.  I think she missed my teeth altogether because seriously my gums have never bled that much (and my teeth look no different)  It took three tissues to wipe the blood from my face and five rinses to get rid of the awful taste.  My gums are now purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And crap I still have to have the filling next week.  That's one to look forward too then!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-3993658343704367422?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/3993658343704367422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/3993658343704367422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2007/05/she-splattered-blood-all-over-my-face.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-8057371131821508764</id><published>2007-05-08T19:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T19:31:54.981+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the last couple of weeks I have discovered to my horror that I dont know everything. As a Mum to a seven and five year old surely I should at least know the following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the subject of ladybugs,  I discovered they can bite.  Really this had never occured to me before.  An in depth discussion with Joanna led to me looking it up to prove her wrong and then hurrying away to do 'Mum stuff' when I discovered she was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days and a geography lesson later I explain to her that we dont get earthquakes in the UK and what happens the next day?  &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/6602677.stm"&gt;How unreal was that?&lt;/a&gt;  I have also told her we dont have volcanos here but suddenly I am not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well as this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving children more space to play in doesnt mean less mess it means more! I need say no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying said children a keyboard for christmas was not encouraging creativity it was encouraging headaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Rice Krispie cakes are not a quick, easy and tidier way to 'cook' with your children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-8057371131821508764?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/8057371131821508764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/8057371131821508764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-last-couple-of-weeks-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-5648431728073603425</id><published>2007-05-03T20:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T21:01:18.303+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of the kids teachers is getting married.  He is a quiet man and doesnt like fuss so the school decided to push the boat out.  They secretly arranged for the whole school to dress in wedding outfits.  For the morning they arranged a service and in the afternoon a reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful sight to see two hundred children dressed as smartly as can be.  I am not sure if it was appropriate but they told all the children they were going to join in a toast,  They popped open a bottle of bubbly and then sneakily swapped the bottles and gave them all sparkling water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then even more inappropriately every adult there (including myself) was handed an ample glass of the real stuff - But you wont catch me complaining as it was the first drink I have had in a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news my daughter has developed a disturbing obsession with volcano's and the unfortunate fate of Pompei.  She wants to know all the gruesome details - She so takes after her mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-5648431728073603425?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/5648431728073603425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/5648431728073603425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-of-kids-teachers-is-getting-married.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-8870309506702259832</id><published>2007-05-01T21:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:28:08.718+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Has anyone else tried these get paid to surf things?  Was just wondering, I signed up for this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://adbux.org/?r=jomarise"&gt;Adbux&lt;/a&gt;  It seems ok.  I guess I am just looking for the next big internet thing as I am bored of Myspace and everything else thats grabbed my undivided attention for .... oooo two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is it that everyone else is doing online?  Am I missing out on something big?  Is anyone else getting bored of blogging and all the other things that were big for a bit.  I heard about this &lt;a href="http://www.secondlife.com/"&gt;second life&lt;/a&gt; but decided I couldn't as a 31 year old wander around an internet world pretending that I wasnt in an elaborate chat room with lots of spotty teenagers (no offence intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I end up doing boring grown up stuff online (and no it doesnt involve porn) I check the news and the weather and my bank account and this is just too boring for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the old internet? Where I would stay up til 2am and to hell with it if I couldnt get up to get the kids to school the next day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-8870309506702259832?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/8870309506702259832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/8870309506702259832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2007/05/has-anyone-else-tried-these-get-paid-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-5247087310076938551</id><published>2007-04-29T15:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T15:41:51.517+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday my sister bought the kids a goody bag each, the type that come with toys and sweets.  Ethan's contained a boomerang, which he was most thrilled with.  However this morning after many, many attempts he discovered that no matter how he threw it, it was never going to return to him.  This really bugged him and after some intensive thought he decided that this was not on,  The boomerang would return to him.  So he dissapeared for five minutes and came back with his boomerang, He had tied string to it and sellotaped it down (just in case!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then went out side, held onto the string and threw it as hard as he could and yanked it back with the string.  Cheerfully he declared to me "There, see I fixed it".  He hasn't played with it since.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-5247087310076938551?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/5247087310076938551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/5247087310076938551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2007/04/yesterday-my-sister-bought-kids-goody.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-3747953225477928663</id><published>2007-04-20T10:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T10:20:46.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/RiiEnLx5xGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BsDJCXgapyo/s1600-h/ebay+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055436390435243106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/RiiEnLx5xGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BsDJCXgapyo/s320/ebay+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am Senne (after Ayrton Senna) and am staying here with my Mammy, Posh. As you can see I am a bit of a poser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/RiiEKrx5xFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PaenndvRvNI/s1600-h/ebay+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055435900808971346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/RiiEKrx5xFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PaenndvRvNI/s320/ebay+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am Chloe and I have gone to my new home where I know I will be spoilt.  I am a true lady, I take after my Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/RiiD3rx5xEI/AAAAAAAAABs/NjvhE-7YKks/s1600-h/ebay+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055435574391456834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/RiiD3rx5xEI/AAAAAAAAABs/NjvhE-7YKks/s320/ebay+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am Tigger and I have gone to my new home, They already have a cat called Sam, But he's old and weak I reckon I can take him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055434964506100786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/RiiDULx5xDI/AAAAAAAAABk/s7iJWVxuzwE/s320/ebay+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My name is Daisy (and I cant sit still) I am very outgoing.  My Mum said she hopes whoever has me has alot of patience because they are going to need it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/RiiDC7x5xCI/AAAAAAAAABc/R8SV9di0TWg/s1600-h/ebay+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055434668153357346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/RiiDC7x5xCI/AAAAAAAAABc/R8SV9di0TWg/s320/ebay+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My name is Angus, I am big and hard so dont mess with me. I am going to be a Lion when I grow up and eat dogs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-3747953225477928663?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/3747953225477928663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/3747953225477928663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-senne-after-ayrton-senna-and-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/RiiEnLx5xGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BsDJCXgapyo/s72-c/ebay+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-7339534420940302387</id><published>2007-04-12T10:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T10:30:04.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CUTE KITTEN WARNING - This blog will soon contain more pictures of extremely cute kittens which are likely to make you go "Awwwww".  Said kittens will be leaving the premises on Sunday so daughter has been making sure that ample pictures have been taken.  You have been warned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-7339534420940302387?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/7339534420940302387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/7339534420940302387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2007/04/cute-kitten-warning-this-blog-will-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-1270381211040346809</id><published>2007-04-04T12:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T13:01:54.181+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear I cleaned the bathroom this morning but if you went in there right now you would never believe I have.  There is sand in the bath.. SAND.. I mean where the freaking hell did sand come from??  Next to the sink is a sweet tub full of blue coloured water and in the sink there is lots of multi coloured toilet paper.  There are pencil sharpenings on my newly hovered carpet and toothpaste on the toilet seat.  The scarey thing is the kids were only up there ten minutes so imagine the destruction they are capable of.  I am 100% positive that school holidays were invented to discover if parents could get through them without killing the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan is currently creating the worst noise because he cant find a big, medium small sized box and Joanna has already changed 3 times this morning claiming she has to look fashionable (whilst declaring that boys just dont understand girls!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even worse is the fact that its only day 3 and they have just eaten sugar filled lollipops - If I dont make it out alive I want a big expensive funeral (REALLY expensive - because I'm worth it!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-1270381211040346809?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/1270381211040346809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/1270381211040346809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-swear-i-cleaned-bathroom-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-5311981649054901290</id><published>2007-03-29T20:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T21:26:25.698+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I blame lack of life for lack of blogging, but hey, looks like I'm not the only one - Blogging seems to be going out of fashion, I notice a good few of my reads have decided to stop writing and everyone seems to be waiting for the next big (internet) thing. So because I am in a rush heres the last two weeks in point form.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kittens began to make noise... not good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In work they tried to give us training on how to play playground games with the children, they sent a newly qualified teacher to do this - needless to say we had a laugh and he went home very stressed. Serves them right - I know how to play tag!!! I was a child once!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kittens found out how to get out of their basket .... bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby moved jobs and is now working alot harder than ever before, I see him even less but I know he will enjoy the challenge and do really well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kittens discovered how to walk .... Very bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They decided it was time to tarmac our driveways in the culdesac which meant six houses each with two cars argueing over places to park. Tempers flared and there was car chaos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kittens waddle quickly all over the place ... nearly squashed one yesterday... damn furry things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joanna lost her two front teeth, and then lost one of them, causing a whole house search only to find it ... you will never guess where... yes under her pillow!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kitten got stuck behind litter tray and howled loudly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally apart from a kitten dominated life we are all looking forward to Joanna's birthday this weekend - Our first born turns seven. and it seems like only yesterday she was born, Time flies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/153/427958936_53e6863cd3.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-5311981649054901290?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/5311981649054901290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/5311981649054901290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-i-blame-lack-of-life-for-lack-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-1783259214327032831</id><published>2007-03-20T09:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-20T10:12:09.930Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There has plenty happening around here (I think) but through most of it I have been asleep, I have had tonsilitus, chest and ear infection which has taken what seemed like forever to go - I must have taken every penicillin tablet in Llanelli. But hey ho - I am feeling normal again and all I have to worry about is a pending night out with the girls from work where (rumour has it) the local nutcase wants to have a go at me because I am her most hated person of the month. Its a long boring story so I wont go into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Almost two weeks ago Posh the cat gave birth to five beautiful little kitties all black and grey. So here are some pictures for you to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043943706352283570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/Rf-wE7Qx77I/AAAAAAAAAAw/fPYE-OdHLd4/s320/Ethan+5th+party+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Awww two days old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043944037064765378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/Rf-wYLQx78I/AAAAAAAAAA4/X26gX5ixnqQ/s320/Ethan+5th+party+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Told you they all looked the same - 5 days old&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043944805863911394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/Rf-xE7Qx7-I/AAAAAAAAABI/Y8lYsI87jEw/s320/Ethan+5th+party+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 8 days old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043945037792145394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/Rf-xSbQx7_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/URH0jiPeR0Q/s320/Ethan+5th+party+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"You lookin at me?"  15 days old and very alert.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SO there we go - kitten pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-1783259214327032831?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/1783259214327032831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/1783259214327032831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2007/03/there-has-plenty-happening-around-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/Rf-wE7Qx77I/AAAAAAAAAAw/fPYE-OdHLd4/s72-c/Ethan+5th+party+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-1772568092390189835</id><published>2007-02-20T21:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-20T21:39:49.030Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am not a patient person so when I discovered that the cat was pregnant I was glad it was only 65 days I would have to wait to have lots of little kitties around.  Only problem is I have no idea when the 65 days started so I awake every morning wondering if she has popped them out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is irriated by it all now and waddles everywhere and has to sit down on the journey from the living room to the kitchen because apparently its just too far.  I have to keep all doors closed especially upstairs because if she decides to give birth under Ethan's bed he would flip.  He cant sleep with the light off, He would have no hope with kittens under his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we all wait and wait and wait,  Joanna is as impatient as me.  Please be in the next few days - I just want to get it over with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-1772568092390189835?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/1772568092390189835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/1772568092390189835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-not-patient-person-so-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-4550167163932765637</id><published>2007-02-18T21:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-18T22:05:30.117Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some things really bug me! I dont feel strongly about many things but this is one of them. Our local council has decided yet again that they will, by whatever means get rid of the small business and move in the big business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we moved to Llanelli six years ago, it was a nice friendly town with a vibrant town centre and a small out of town shopping facility. In the years since it seems like where ever there is green they have built on it. Initially I saw this as progress but now it just seems like we have a council intent on forcing our town into a mass of large shopping chains. The small out of town shopping facility has been rebuilt closing most of the shops that were there before and making it gridlocked on a weekend due to a badly designed car park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has had the knock on effect on the town centre and shops are closing on an almost weekly basis - unfortuanely all small retailers. And now the council have decided to develop the eastern quarter of the town (neglecting the town centre market which has been in need of refurbishment for as long as we have lived here) To do this they have a beautiful building in their way - A public house named the Island house, This once listed building is over 200 years old and they apparently cannot find a way of incorporating into their plans for yet more steel frame buildings housing yet more mega stores. So they want to compulsory purchase without regard for those who own it, those who take a living from it, those who enjoy visiting it and those who enjoy seeing it as they enter the town. I feel disgusted beyond belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032997728019275858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/RdjMxIXv4FI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0eLr5wUNnuU/s320/dscf0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you get a moment please sign the petition&lt;a href="http://www.ipetitions.com/petition/islandhouse/index.html"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;  thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-4550167163932765637?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/4550167163932765637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/4550167163932765637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2007/02/some-things-really-bug-me-i-dont-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/RdjMxIXv4FI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0eLr5wUNnuU/s72-c/dscf0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-1641978444249852783</id><published>2007-02-16T12:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-16T13:07:17.910Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have done something really silly and signed up to &lt;a href="http://www.race4life.org/"&gt;race 4 life&lt;/a&gt;  This isnt silly because it raises millions for Cancer research, or because 800,000 women will take part in the 5k run,  It is silly because I am what doctors would call morbidly obese and have trouble getting to the top of the stairs without a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However my recent trips to the gym and competitiveness with my sister Emily have promted us to set ourselves a target in which we may just possibly get a little fitter or a little lighter.  The big day is on 17th June so I have a few months to prepare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.raceforlifesponsorme.org/SarahRees"&gt;This is my page &lt;/a&gt;if you want to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the feeling I have let myself in for a serious eye opener as to how unfit I actually am,  but on the bright side I shall be raising money whilst I do this and possibly help someone out there who needs it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-1641978444249852783?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/1641978444249852783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/1641978444249852783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-have-done-something-really-silly-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-4751436667531406892</id><published>2007-02-13T15:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-13T15:42:04.729Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately I have been all busy busy busy. An inspection at the school meant lots of rules and regulations had to be learnt word perfect. An obsession with the gym has helped me drop 8lbs without having to diet (which is excellent) Massive amounts of the white stuff literally meant having to ski in the car to the school to get the kids and wheel spin all the way home (which was fun ) and half term this week means having two bored kids moping around the house like they dont own a single toy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031044492857172018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/RdHcT4Xv4DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0n3AlLg9C4k/s320/Ethan+5th+party+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend was Ethans birthday and his party was at the local wetlands - which lived up to its name because it tipped down the entire time. In the end I couldnt have cared less if the ducks were hungry because it was blowing a gale and I was getting soaked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031044767735078978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/RdHcj4Xv4EI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MjaIpEtZ-H8/s320/Ethan+5th+party+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ooo I just upgraded to the new blogger - isnt it much easier and quicker to add pictures - about bloody time I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devastatingly I shall be 31 on Sunday - How time flies when your having fun eh!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-4751436667531406892?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/4751436667531406892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/4751436667531406892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2007/02/lately-i-have-been-all-busy-busy-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydFEgaLkQdc/RdHcT4Xv4DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0n3AlLg9C4k/s72-c/Ethan+5th+party+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-117018422720621661</id><published>2007-01-30T18:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-30T19:10:27.216Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My god doesnt time fly when your your throwing up with stomach bugs?  Yes I have slept more in the last week than in the last month and have lost half a stone as well (which you wont hear me moan about)  Lets just say I wont be eating chicken curry again in a hurry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan has become a social creature and has something planned for every night of the week which is also keeping me busy.  I feel like I should get a "Mums taxi" bumper sticker for the car.  You know your old and sad when your four year old has more of a social life in one week than you have had in years!!!  Whilst I was in work today I asked him what he was playing with his friends, He replied..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dont you know?... We are playing powerful flying pumpkins"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly me eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well as this Joanna randomly asked me who would win if the sofa, the table and the wall had a war!!!!  Answer me why I actually considered for a moment who would win?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news Posh the cat is expecting her first babies - Great more mouths to feed and more mess - I cant wait!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-117018422720621661?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/117018422720621661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/117018422720621661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-god-doesnt-time-fly-when-your-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-116800564501178782</id><published>2007-01-05T13:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-05T14:00:45.026Z</updated><title type='text'>Do you like my hat?</title><content type='html'>Now usually I don't take an instant dislike to many people however on Wednesday we travelled to Bristol to have our photo make over.  Now I was already dreading this enough without having a make-up artist that believed that a woman without make-up was like Las Vegas without casinos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then had to endure a barrage of insults which she thought to be totally justified,  for example "You shouldnt blame your kids for you being to lazy to look after yourself and apply make-up" .... "You should wear make-up even around the house"  .... "One day you will go back to work and you dont want to join the work force looking like that"  By this point I was ready to shove her make-up brushes up her ... well you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the whole though the experience wasn't as bad as I had had nightmares about and I managed to come out of it with no-one saying "Your too fat too photograph" or laughing out loud at the very idea of me posing seductively.  I think they may possibly be the best photographs of me ever taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see some of the pictures just click on my flickr where you can also find my Christmas pictures and the hilarious attempts of my jealous six year old who was devestated she didnt get to have a make over photo shoot especially since according to her photos of her are "sooo beautiful"  I kid you not - thats ego for you huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-116800564501178782?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/116800564501178782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/116800564501178782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2007/01/do-you-like-my-hat.html' title='Do you like my hat?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-116742258058929915</id><published>2006-12-29T19:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-29T20:03:00.606Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am just about recovering from Christmas and decided to take Joanna with me on a quick browse around the sales.  Lets just say this was a mistake.  Not only did her shopping skills put me to shame, they also made her 19 and 21 year old Aunty's look inferior.  I mean where does a 6 year old learn to colour coordinate and pick the right clothes for 'perfect pink' nail varnish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I get for Christmas?  A gym membership from hubby - His polite way of saying perhaps you should lose a few pounds .... which I had fully intended to do so it actually will come in handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a poker set which resulted in a drunken poker night with £40 in 10p pieces flying around the table and ultimately made my sister alot richer and me alot poorer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amoungst many gratefully recieved gift vouchers (which we asked for to finish kitting out the house) I recieved (as did my other sisters) a voucher for a make over photoshoot thing at &lt;a href="http://www.cliftonphoto.co.uk/"&gt;this place&lt;/a&gt; from my mother.  Hmmmm I guess this is punishment for avoiding photos of any kind since I was 12.  Seriously I would rather have more wisdom teeth pulled than have photos taken but I will enjoy the makeover thing.  There is not enough airbrushing in the world that would make me look like any of the photos on that website,  but hey with any luck it will only be my Mum that will ever see it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new years celebration is a meal out with friends and the kids at the local &lt;a href="http://www.brewersfayre.co.uk/"&gt;Brewers fayre&lt;/a&gt; And will probably mean drunken parents filling their mouths with the ice cream machine again and running around launching smarties at each other.  Personally I will br driving because I refuse to pay £45 for a taxi home on new years eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new years to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-116742258058929915?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/116742258058929915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/116742258058929915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-just-about-recovering-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-116687569930007127</id><published>2006-12-23T12:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-23T12:08:19.313Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am burried in wrapping paper and sticky tape.  The house is a mess,  the cupboards are filled to bursting point and everyone is home with no plans to go anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the feeling when everyone is so excited waiting for Christmas to arrive.  I have hardly been online at all so may I take the chance to wish you a happy Christmas, a drunken new years (if thats what you like) and a restful new years day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure I will blog then making my endless list of new years resolutions that I have no intention of keeping, until then I hope you get plenty from Santa. Merry Christmas x x x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-116687569930007127?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/116687569930007127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/116687569930007127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-burried-in-wrapping-paper-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-116532936776666424</id><published>2006-12-05T14:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-05T14:36:07.776Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone must have nicked a month from me because suddenly its Christmas and I am sooo unprepared.  I appreciate the shops put their decorations up about 8 weeks ago and so I have had some notice however I looked at the calender this morning and it's the 5th December already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I did what needed to be done and spent a fortune on Ebay buying pressies and then spent an hour and a half writing Christmas cards to people I havent seen since last Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I will probably start the soul destroying job of packing the children's presents.  This usually starts with a glass of wine, a bar of chocolate and some nicely packed presents and ends with an empty bottle of wine, a half drunk Sarah and wrapping paper cellotaped to said toy in any way remotely possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter has been chosen to be an angel (one of about ten) in the school play and is consequently unbearable to live with as she gets to wear a pretty outfit in front of the whole school.  Meantime 1st December meant boy was out of bed at 5am to get the first chocolate out of his calender,  he is so over excited I wonder if he will make it til to Christmas without exploding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-116532936776666424?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/116532936776666424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/116532936776666424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2006/12/someone-must-have-nicked-month-from-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-116471194860673110</id><published>2006-11-28T10:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-28T11:05:49.506Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So we are finally moved and more importantly reconnected to the internet.  No there is no time delay - I got connected ages ago - I have just been to lazy to blog.  The house is lovely and for those that care - detailed pictures (mainly for Natalie) are on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With moving so close to christmas I realised I have to at some point buy presents which I never usually leave this later thus resulting in one panic stricken mother.  Every child has to pick one present that you can never find, This year it has been the limited edition yellow power ranger outfit - which I have had to search the entire world for.  And who could forget the elusive &lt;a href="http://www.toysrus.co.uk/Product.aspx/TruOrFindUsing/TruAZOfBrands/TruToysBarbie/181013?ref=Search"&gt;Barbie and Tanner&lt;/a&gt;  I hear it is getting taken off the shelves as a dog that does its business everywhere is apparently a bit controversial.  Perhaps everyone missed the fact that we have had peeing and pooing dolls everywhere for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the usual christmas carnivals (getting soaked waiting for loads of half drunk rugby players and santa go past on a lorry) Christmas Fayres (where other mums slag each others cakes off) and christmas concerts (where reluctant parents are forced to attend school services to see their kids sing one song) there is not much else to report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the woman across the road has put up huge amounts of christmas lights and decorations,  she says her boys love them!!!! fair enough ... but her "boys" are two dogs!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-116471194860673110?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/116471194860673110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/116471194860673110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-we-are-finally-moved-and-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-116250109866372453</id><published>2006-11-02T20:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-02T20:58:18.673Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sooo this is it,  Tommorrow is moving day.  All hell has all ready broken loose.  I have so much to do its unbelievable and there can never be enough hours in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The carpets go down tomorrow and my new dishwasher arrives on Monday,  Gary is stressing so much I think his head will explode soon.  The kids as always take it all in their stride and only wonder how the move will interfere with their social lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scariest part of all is not only will I not have sky TV for an entire week after moving in but I will have no phone line, and we all know what that means ....WTF am I going to do without the internet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cue sad music......*walks away, head down... stops... looks back*  I will be back someday,  until then enjoy life. x x x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-116250109866372453?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/116250109866372453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/116250109866372453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2006/11/sooo-this-is-it-tommorrow-is-moving.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-116220238583940691</id><published>2006-10-30T09:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-30T09:59:46.196Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am burried in boxes with the assumption I will be moving this weekend, although our solicitor isn't spending an awful lot of time getting things done and is being extremely unhelpful generally. Grrrr I tell you if I ever see her out in town after a few drinks!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meantime two inset days means I have the kids home again ... Yipee.  And hubby is driving me nuts .... just dont ask!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and bought a plasma tv for the new house on Saturday - we spent a hideous amount of money on a tv that we will probably spend most of the time watching Scooby Doo on.  Great huh.  Nevermind whilst we were there hubby bought me a pressie - A dishwasher - I can hardly contain my excitement, what a wonderful gift to get a woman.  As we were walking out of the shop he has the nerve to say "Dont expect anything for christmas"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know Argos sell boxes?  I was looking for toy boxes for the kids and came across &lt;a href="http://www.argos.co.uk/static/Product/partNumber/0172457.htm"&gt;these &lt;/a&gt; Given my present situation I thought I would take a look.  £60 for boxes, I mean wtf, who would pay that??  I wonder if they ever sold any.  Just go to the local corner shop.  Yes I know thats completely random - Its been a long few weeks ok!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-116220238583940691?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/116220238583940691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/116220238583940691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-burried-in-boxes-with-assumption.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-116110978445933628</id><published>2006-10-17T19:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T19:29:44.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thats all I can think about is my new house at the moment. I eat, breathe and sleep whilst thinking about how we are going to move all our junk and where the sofa is going to go when we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent quite got my priorities list sorted yet as I am currently more concerned about whether or not I will have broadband and Sky TV as compared to ... shall we say curtains and carpets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also amazed by the fact that up until recently I prided myself on not being a collector of random junk.  However when I started to pack I discovered that I had been infact stuffing it into cupboards, attics, garages and pretty much anywhere else I could find a space - The result so far has been 8 trips to the local dump with an absolute shitload of useless crap I never knew I owned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I know I must have been feeling maternal at the time but why would anyone keep 16 pairs of baby socks??  What for ??  Oh and also can I just say keeping every birthday card your child has ever had takes up a surprising amount of room and is totally useless ... As are calenders for 2002 and 2003 and also broken clocks!!!!  What can I say I must have had my head up my arse at the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-116110978445933628?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/116110978445933628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/116110978445933628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2006/10/thats-all-i-can-think-about-is-my-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-115945799805741423</id><published>2006-09-28T16:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T16:39:58.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Solicitors suck, estate agents are arrogant and highly impolite, And morgage providers are some of the biggest crooks in the world.  Valuations are just one big massive rip off and part exchanging your house ..... well dont even get me started on that.  I tell you what I had better come out of this whole buying and selling thing with a mighty fine house or I will be really pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news my sister has entered the world of living on beans and alcohol,  being constantly skint and wearing dirty clothes - Thats right she has become a student.  Leicester will never be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said my mother seems to be coping well with the loss of her last born and has not (touch wood) been ringing me every available minute like I expected.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And continuing from my last entry with the stupid things your kids say - Mine have had some crackers this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna: "If a tree falls in a forest on top of a boy and squishes him so he's dead ... Will the tree die???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan after being caught red handed at school throwing stones at the deputy head teachers car ... "I didnt do it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna: "Mammy .. what's a solicitor and why dont you talk to them like normal people?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-115945799805741423?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/115945799805741423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/115945799805741423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2006/09/solicitors-suck-estate-agents-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-115834115360276424</id><published>2006-09-15T18:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T18:25:53.613+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently if you are driving a car it is impossible to hear what anyone in the back seat is saying,  or so my kids must have thought when they had this conversation on the way home from school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan "Just hide it from her ...she wont know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna "She already knows I took it to school, she told me if I did she would bin it when I got home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan "We arnt allowed to take toys to school - You will get a row for it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna "Only if you get caught, but I dont get caught .... like you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna "I dont want her to bin it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan "I can just kill her"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna "Your hands are too small"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan "I will just wait till I am grown up and then kill her"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna "She will be dead by then anyway!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can imagine I am not impressed and needless to say there was a conversation afterwards.  I dont know where a six and four year old would get such gruesome ideas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-115834115360276424?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/115834115360276424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/115834115360276424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2006/09/apparently-if-you-are-driving-car-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-115704666388706391</id><published>2006-08-31T18:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T18:51:03.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After alot of thinking we have decided it's time to move on.  The building that will be happening next door will mean alot of hassle for us and whilst I appreciate it wont go on forever, it will mean less light and space for us, It also means we will never be able to add the extension like we had always planned.  So after nearly five years we are going to be moving.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a visit to the estate agents last weekend the house is already up for sale and I feel just a little less secure.  I am deliriously overtired having spend the last 24 hours cleaning (apart from 6 hours sleep) My arms ache and I have just said goodbye to our first prospective buyers who decided our garden was too small (Growing plants is highly over rated!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The estate agents said it wont take long to sell and yet I have the feeling he says that to all his clients.  I am pertrified of having nowhere to live if someone does buy this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am already stressed to the max and I havent even looked at a piece of paperwork yet.  Blah. I refuse to move off the sofa tonight (I actually dont think I could if I tried) All that cleaning for bugger all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-115704666388706391?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/115704666388706391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/115704666388706391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2006/08/after-alot-of-thinking-we-have-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-115626803548470558</id><published>2006-08-22T18:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T18:33:55.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont usually moan but for a moment I would just like to rant.  Whatever I do at the moment someone decides it would be fun to rain on my parade.  You see like so many other Mum's out there I still want to be Me! I still want to be considered a person and I still want to prove my worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start a business and have had a couple of really good ideas lately and yet it seems that everywhere I turn there's a dead end.  I havent found one helpful person yet in helping me get off the ground with three very different ideas, and that includes companies whose job it is to help me (WDA, Foothold etc) I know these ideas work successfully in other areas so I know they arnt rubbish,  Its not as if I havent ran a business before so what is it??? What am I doing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another subject a piece of land right next to my house which I have been trying to buy of the council for 5 years has just gone up for sale.  They have put it up for sale despite denying to me that they even own it.  Worse still is that they plan to force in 4 houses there, which will seriously crowd my house.  I am annoyed because we have picked up litter there, sprayed their weeds and cut grass there for years to make the place look tidier, and now I am faced with months of building work, noise and mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I have totally spoilt my diet, I have a huge spot on my nose, havent had a decent conversation with anyone in days and have toothache from a wisdom tooth.  My brain is so bored it permanently sleeps and there is still an entire two weeks of summer holiday left.  There I think that just about covers it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum, Natalie, Eloise and Emily - No need to ring me - I am sure everyone gets pissed off once in a while!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-115626803548470558?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/115626803548470558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/115626803548470558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-dont-usually-moan-but-for-moment-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-115592264613601438</id><published>2006-08-18T18:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T18:37:26.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently sleep is just something I am not meant to get at the moment having hardly had any since Monday night.  Tuesday Gary decided mistakely to text me in the middle of the night asking me if I was up.  He was meant to be texting a work mate.  Thing is he text the house phone which converts the messages to voice and then rings you until you answer the thing.  Neither me or the children were amused and it was actually quite creepy hearing the eerie BT woman asking if I was up!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night Gary was home.  Aha now I hear you saying "I know what was keeping you awake then" ;)  But no such luck!  It was infact Gary's phone alarm at 3.30am playing &lt;a href="http://www.jamster.co.uk/jcw/search/searchContentDetails.do?componentTypes=9&amp;keywords=goldie%20looking%20chain&amp;title=&amp;interpret=&amp;exactSearch=false&amp;group=&amp;display=standard&amp;usage=user&amp;oc=1&amp;keywords=goldie%20looking%20chain&amp;title=&amp;interpret=&amp;exactSearch=false&amp;group=&amp;display=standard&amp;usage=user&amp;oc=1"&gt;Goldie Looking Chains Crazy dog &lt;/a&gt;repeatedley.  And worse still we couldnt find the phone to switch it off.  I was not amused, especially when his boss rung him at 6am as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night we had heavy rain and thunderstorms all night,  enough said.  What amazes me is that even after all this the kids are still full of life and ready to go another 10 rounds, me on the other hand well let me just say I really really like my sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-115592264613601438?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/115592264613601438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/115592264613601438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2006/08/apparently-sleep-is-just-something-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-115563814864290182</id><published>2006-08-15T11:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T11:35:48.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After an unfortunate row with Gary Saturday morning I exercised my right to be a complete biatch!! I made him grovel big time, which resulted in lots of retail therapy all on Garys credit card Yummy!!!  Even though one of the things I ended up buying was school shoes for the kids!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no other news as I have become a bit of a hermit, not even going out to do the shopping (aint Tesco.com great)  I guess you get to week 4 in the summer holidays and you have pretty much run out of (patience ..Just kidding!!) things to do and places to go.  I did spend 7 hours cleaning the kids rooms yesterday which was an eye opener I can tell you - Its disturbing what you can find under a 4 year olds bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that I plod on through every day watching endless amounts of childrens dvds and washing Joanna's six outfit changes a day, occasionaly looking out the window watching life pass by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-115563814864290182?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/115563814864290182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/115563814864290182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2006/08/after-unfortunate-row-with-gary.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-115504890348718282</id><published>2006-08-08T15:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T15:59:27.886+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So someone tell me why there is only 24 hours in a day?  And why it flies by for adults and yet 2 minutes for a child is like an eternity.  Summer holidays are getting to be a slog and to be honest just having a pee in peace is beginning to sound really appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal level I am determined to achieve more within the next year - I feel ready for a new challenge and I am aiming for self employement.  I am restless and need to be getting on with things. However the summer break means that even washing the dishes is posing a problem.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary has also had loads of work problems since we have been back from holidays which has meant he has had to move on.  His new job meant buying another car and it was another bill we could have done without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children have, after digging out an old dvd, developed an obsession with &lt;a href="http://www.care-bears.com"&gt;Care bears&lt;/a&gt; which has already meant trapesing around car boot sales searching for virtually extinct toys.  Joanna is after one particular one called Noble heart horse, so I went looking on Ebay &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.co.uk/VINTAGE-13-MINT-UK-NOBLE-HEART-HORSE-CARE-BEAR-COUSIN_W0QQitemZ160012685987QQihZ006QQcategoryZ228QQssPageNameZWD2VQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem"&gt;look what one went for &lt;/a&gt;on there the other day. I mean why spend that on a teddy ffs.  Tell me I am not wrong here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally wooo hooo Jenson Button won a Grand Prix - And typically British he did it with style.  Ooo and Gabriella where are you??? Your blog vanished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-115504890348718282?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/115504890348718282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/115504890348718282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-someone-tell-me-why-there-is-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-115420601874820873</id><published>2006-07-29T21:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T21:46:58.830+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am I dead?? No, no, no, no.  Is this one of those annoying blogs you pass by and wonder why the owner suddenly stopped posting.... maybe... No actually I have decided it's not, although I must admit I contemplated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed the holidays (if you want details and pictures go visit the sister &lt;a href="http://natclay2001.blogspot.com/"&gt;Natalie&lt;/a&gt; who wrote all about it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from what she says my own personal experience was that both America and Canada are lovely places that I hope to visit again someday but after the week-long jetlag we had when we got home I do not wish to go back anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as that cleared up and I actually got my head back around routine the summer holidays have descended and it seems like I havent nor will I ever have a moment's peace again. So if I seem a slightly mad, quite mad or have completely lost my marbles over the next six weeks, well look at this way it will make for interesting reading.  Every other Mum reading knows exactly what I mean right??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-115420601874820873?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/115420601874820873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/115420601874820873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2006/07/am-i-dead-no-no-no-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-115125171992735165</id><published>2006-06-25T17:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T17:08:39.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well we have had hair cuts, packed toys and toothbrushes, and cashed in all Ethans penny's for Dollars.  We are now ready to embark on our first ever holiday abroad as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the kids excited? .... YES,  Is the hubby excited?.... Unbearably!!! Am I excited?  Well Duh - Of course I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall catch you all in two weeks - Happy blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-115125171992735165?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/115125171992735165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/115125171992735165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2006/06/well-we-have-had-hair-cuts-packed-toys.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-115039547644444026</id><published>2006-06-15T19:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T19:17:56.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So is anyone else on &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com"&gt;My Space&lt;/a&gt;???  How addictive is it?  I have only just created my site but after just a few days it has crept to the top of my favorites list.  If you are on there add me as a friend please because I have none!!!! My link is on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying the lunchtime supervisors job.  I am told by the class I supervise that I am the best in the world and that I should be a teacher as well.  I would hazard a guess thats because I dont know all the rules yet and they are getting away with many a thing they shouldnt.  Ethan saw me in the playground yesterday, and without any emotion said "Miss can I go to the toilet?"  I was shocked - he totally blanked his own mother!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OMG panic panic 10 days and we are all going on our first ever holiday abroad as a family.  I have lists of my lists of things I have to do.  If I could just take everything in the house with me it still wouldnt be enough.  Happy weekend all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-115039547644444026?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/115039547644444026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/115039547644444026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-is-anyone-else-on-my-space-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-114962888308642165</id><published>2006-06-06T22:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T22:21:23.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Living in my house could never be described as boring.  The last two weeks have been a mad hectic confusion involving travelling thousands of miles from visiting my sister in law in her college digs to travelling to France and Belgium over the weekend just for the sake of it.  The new car hubby decided needs running in, so off we went (minus kids) for an extremely long spin. It was nice and fun and we really got a kick out of doing a Kate and Leonardo moment on the end of the ferry in front of loads of people,  Some people have no sense of humour!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well as this it was half term last week which meant various cake making afternoons, cress growing experiments and paddling pool/mud baths.  I am not even going to go into the plaster of paris mould set thingy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports day was eventful too with Ethan proving he has his fathers sporting abilities and competitiveness.  This week is the summer Fayre - another greeeeat school event, Think I may sneak in a bottle of Vodka to make things go quicker for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally I have a job (Ok maybe job is a bit of an ambitious word to be using here) as a lunch time supervisor at the kids school.  I keep wondering who the kids are talking to when they say Mrs Rees, Sounds to grown up to be me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Days and I go to America - guess I better start packing or something then ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-114962888308642165?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/114962888308642165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/114962888308642165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2006/06/living-in-my-house-could-never-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-114859015693708581</id><published>2006-05-25T20:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T21:51:44.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Saturday was a strange day. I woke up with a "Wouldnt it be nice if we all went out to dinner" feeling.  I had this image in my head of a nice meal out with the kids and hubby which we would all enjoy - all Mother's get this mental picture - Its where the phrase 'quality time' was invented.  And as all Mother's can tell you it's a deluded idiotic myth - there's no such thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 'perfect family meal' predictably plummeted into a competition between my two children to see who could win 'Most disobedient child' award.  And I can tell you it was too close to declare a winner.  Joanna sulked through most of the meal, scowling and declaring as loudly as possible "I wont eat it, I dont like it, you cant make me eat it".  Whilst Ethan persistently pointed at other people's food shouting "Ewww your food it yukky"  I was suitably unimpressed - needless to say there were harsh words spoken later in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made the very deadly mistake of mentioning to Gary that the windscreen wipers on the car needed replacing this week.  Normally this would be fine,  but apparently windscreen wipers for our Audi can only be bought at Audi and not in any normal car parts shop.  I knew I should have got them myself - I can only compare it's effect to letting me loose in Cadbury world and saying "eat as much as you want!!"  We never even got to the service counter before he had found a car to drool over.  Shall we say the rest is history - shame the bill isn't.  We pick our brand new car up on Saturday morning.  I am excited, but not thrilled at the idea of spending the whole weekend driving around pointlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/14/2043/640/audi1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/14/2043/320/audi1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what our new car will look like.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-114859015693708581?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/114859015693708581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/114859015693708581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2006/05/last-saturday-was-strange-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-114778078702552074</id><published>2006-05-16T12:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T12:59:47.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dearly Beloved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are gathered here today to witness the passing of a special friend of the Rees household.  One that has been with us through thick and thin, through babies and cats, through sickness and health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends passing was quiet and for that we are thankfull.  He had reached the old age of nine,  We celebrate his faithfulness and thank him for all he has done for us.  Old friend you are gone but not forgotton.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is with sorrow that I must say goodbye to my friend, My ever enduring washing machine, Mr Tricity Bendix 1000.  Washing clothes wont be the same without you.  RIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news take a peak on the left at the photos of the "Mum's garden excavation project"   No cats were found (although that didnt stop me pretending to have found one to my sister - I am sick I know)  And now that we have found the garden path Dad is suddenly interested in Gardens again - Dad likes his garden path - Dont ya Dad???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-114778078702552074?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/114778078702552074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/114778078702552074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2006/05/dearly-beloved-we-are-gathered-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-114716915500822233</id><published>2006-05-09T10:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T11:05:55.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I mentioned to Gary in passing just over a week ago that my mother wanted him to sort out her garden.  When she asked me to ask him the words "snowballs chance in hell" sprung to mind,  However to my absolute astonishment he said yes, followed by "this weekend ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you may be thinking what a good son in law to mow her lawns, However my Mother's garden is no ordinary garden.  Not only is it 100 feet long, overgrown with brambles and 15 feet conifer trees but is also infested with Japanese knotweed.  Which in short means you cannot find the garden path, see the shed at the bottom of the garden or even attempt to imagine what just bit your foot should you take one step in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously this garden makes the Amazon look good, Its so scarey they should make a film about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However bravely a team of four of us (Gary, Sister, Mum and Myself) fully equipped with industrial strimmers, gloves, scythes and other implements of destruction set forth last Saturday to endure what Mum's garden could throw at us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just to clarify Dad has renounced all claim to the garden and fails to acknowledge it's exsistence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had taken before and after photos to show you what we achieved in one day. Next weekend we have a machine coming to finish the job (or at least finish getting the undergrowth to ground level!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only problem is the garden doubles as a pet cemetry and we shall be digging up the remains of approximately 20 cats (we like cats ok!) a budgie and a hamster called Lara.  I will try and get some pictures of our progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-114716915500822233?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/114716915500822233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/114716915500822233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-mentioned-to-gary-in-passing-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-114677841816409321</id><published>2006-05-04T22:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T22:33:38.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dear hubby had a moment of weakness at the weekend and during that time I took full advantage of the situation and got him to buy me a laptop.  Always wanted one - dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then of course its no good having a computer without having the internet, its like having a broken tv.  So yesterday my new wireless modem arrived and then followed ten and a half hours of fiddling, installing programmes, following instructions and then later on tantrums, swearing at the computer and a frustrated hunt in the kitchen cupboards for chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally its working and I am now blogging on my new laptop whilst comfy in bed.  And I must say theres something strange about surfing the web whilst in bed,  It kind of feels like when you first got the net and sleep was something you vaguely remembered doing before the discovery of Ebay and other such sites.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I hardly got any sleep and by tomorrow shall probably be walking around in a zombie like daze,  but screw that, anyone got any good sites that will amuse me and keep me surfing till late into the night???????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-114677841816409321?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/114677841816409321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/114677841816409321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-dear-hubby-had-moment-of-weakness.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-114617024882171657</id><published>2006-04-27T21:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T21:40:40.450+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I was blessed with an unexpected visit from my Grandad and his best friend, which would normally be fine if it wasnt half term and I wasnt burried in endless amounts of mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfathers friend I have only met a few times and today I learnt a valuable lesson - Dont ask old people how they are, because it will result in a half an hour conversation (of time you cant really spare) of babble about their health resulting in a 'lets bash the NHS' moan.   "Fine thanks"  would have worked so much better for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I absolutely object to any old people, who arnt related to us in anyway, refering themselves as 'uncle' to endear them to children.  Kids arnt stupid you know - Whoever thought they are is very very mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one last thing,  it is not polite to visit someones house and pull the cats tail just because its long, pretty and fluffy.  I am not wrong about this am I?  Poor Posh the cat was horrified.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was however nice to see my grandad, he doesnt really visit often enough and I love him to bits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-114617024882171657?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/114617024882171657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/114617024882171657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-i-was-blessed-with-unexpected.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-114605271001632444</id><published>2006-04-26T12:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T12:58:30.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear family centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you stop for one second to realise how your "Staff training day" would effect our lives today.  I mean I dont mean to be picky but since you are only open three days a week for a measly four hours did it not occur to you to pick one of the other four days of the week to sit around discussing how well your doing? (What you call training) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did it not also occur to you that during the school holidays your centre would be busier?  I mean where is your sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to put up with two bored children for the rest of the day who are dissapointed that they have walked all the way over to you to find you closed.  Four year olds dont really understand "staff training" as an excuse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-114605271001632444?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/114605271001632444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/114605271001632444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2006/04/dear-family-centre-did-you-stop-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-114595788107958474</id><published>2006-04-25T10:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T10:38:01.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG I have heartburn from hell this morning - And I havent eaten anything yet so go figure.  I must have drunk about three litres of water and have taken tablets.  So now I am trying to occupy myself with anything until they kick in hence the blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-114595788107958474?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/114595788107958474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/114595788107958474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2006/04/omg-i-have-heartburn-from-hell-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-114590814227788936</id><published>2006-04-24T20:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T20:49:02.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyone else notice that Blogger has been an absolute pain in the arse today??  Bet ya have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have peace from my lovely but very strange children,  Ethan decided to kiss all his money goodnight (and as he has over £3 in small change that takes a while)  He has an abnormal obsession with money and I have no idea how to curb it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Joanna has successfully finished her first playstation 2 game (Crash Bandicoot Tag team racing) which means she is itching for a new challenge and a new game (which is costly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself I have decided its that time of year to crash diet again and I am back on the slimfast.  Hubby has decided to embark on the challenge with me - only problem is he will stick to it and I will end up cursing him in a few weeks time (look out for the rant on here shortly) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to go and do a ton of Ebaying now - Have been putting it off all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-114590814227788936?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/114590814227788936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/114590814227788936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2006/04/anyone-else-notice-that-blogger-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-114556049533948714</id><published>2006-04-20T19:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T20:14:55.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So its all change around here,  I guess after the last post I figured I should put a bit more effort in.  Thanks to all who emailed me and thanks to family members (who shall remain nameless) who told other family members who then lectured me on why I should be thankful and yes they are right....I should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling much more cheerful now - especially today, because last night after a week in hiding, the wart on my face fell off.  (cue laughter) Yes this may not seem like much to you but having a huge witch wart on your face for nearly a year does nothing for your confidence.  You seen the Austin Powers film and the mole scene - Well that was me.  So I bought some special stuff from USA (because my doctor refused to give me anything) and the end result is today it is gone.  So now my sisters nickname for me (moleeeee) is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news my sister got a seventies style haircut (she made the error of letting my mother cut her hair) I discovered there are only nine weeks till we all go to USA and crap I havent got the kids passports yet, Ethan proved he was is hard as nails by not crying whilst getting his MMR (when I asked him how he was so brave he said it was because he couldnt possibly cry in front of three lady nurses!!!!) and finally Joanna has developed a disturbing addiction the the playstation and playing it for eight hours at a time - I am not sure if this is bad or good - I will get back to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-114556049533948714?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/114556049533948714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/114556049533948714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-its-all-change-around-here-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-114478385588588993</id><published>2006-04-11T20:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T20:30:55.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I could spend ages apologising for not blogging but I am not gonna bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to cut back on the time I spend online - Otherwise I may just spend all of my thirties sat here as well.  Call it a midlife crisis if you will but I am really restless at the moment - I am currently in the middle of compiling a top ten list of things to do before I die .... What does that say huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not intentional I dont intend to moan but I dont see my husband from one week to the next and whilst my children are in school all I have to do is pick up after them, sometimes it just seems pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo I am trying with all my resolve to be more proactive, But it all takes time.  I am only changing small things at the moment and thats hard enough.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will all be ok though because very soon easter will be here and I can eat tons of chocolate without needing an excuse!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-114478385588588993?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/114478385588588993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/114478385588588993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-could-spend-ages-apologising-for-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-114261235152988576</id><published>2006-03-17T16:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-17T16:19:11.580Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one down, just finished a 4500 word essay and now I have to start another.  kicking myself for not getting done sooner. ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone heard of &lt;a href="http://www.virtualpet.com/vp/farm/lleg/lleg.htm"&gt;Tamagotchi's&lt;/a&gt;?  Apparently they are fashionable again, so Joanna used her pocket money to go and buy one.  I remember them being popular when my sisters were in school - didnt take them long to get banned then or now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all well and good but now I have to babysit the damn thing in the day,  It beeps at me constantly if I dont give it attention, feed it, play with it and even wipe up its mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I left it in the car for 6 and a half hours.  Well you can imagine the rest right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please join me in saying a prayer for Spot the tamagotchi,  RIP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-114261235152988576?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/114261235152988576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/114261235152988576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-down-just-finished-4500-word-essay.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-114244308989046319</id><published>2006-03-15T17:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-15T17:20:37.640Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got tagged by Gabriela so here goes (sorry it took me so long to get around to it hun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Four Jobs you have had in your life...&lt;br /&gt;Checkout assistant at Kwik Save (when I was in college)&lt;br /&gt;Stock control manager.&lt;br /&gt;Off licience manager.&lt;br /&gt;Public House manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Four Movies you could watch over and over...&lt;br /&gt;Lord of the Rings&lt;br /&gt;Star Trek&lt;br /&gt;Waterboy&lt;br /&gt;Pirates of the caribbean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Four places you have lived...&lt;br /&gt;Only ever lived in good old Wales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Four TV Shows you love to watch...&lt;br /&gt;Lost&lt;br /&gt;The biggest Loser&lt;br /&gt;Eastenders&lt;br /&gt;The Simpsons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Four places you have been on vacation...&lt;br /&gt;Italy &lt;br /&gt;Holland&lt;br /&gt;Corfu&lt;br /&gt;Seattle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Four websites you visit daily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.msn.com/LoudLadies/_homepage.msnw?&amp;pps=k"&gt;Loud Ladies &lt;/a&gt;(my msn group)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emailsacrosstheocean.com/"&gt;Emails across the ocean &lt;/a&gt;(my sisters website)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stores.ebay.co.uk/Fairy-Dust-Gifts"&gt;Fairydust on Ebay&lt;/a&gt;(cos I work there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metoffice.co.uk/"&gt;The met office &lt;/a&gt;(because of my obsession with the weather)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Four of your favorite foods...&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Prawns&lt;br /&gt;Chicken tikka&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Four places you would rather be right now...&lt;br /&gt;Holidays&lt;br /&gt;In Bed&lt;br /&gt;In a nice big bubble bath&lt;br /&gt;In thorntons (a choc shop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Four Bloggers you are tagging...&lt;br /&gt;Natalie (cos she needs to update)&lt;br /&gt;Jilly (cos I know these bug her)&lt;br /&gt;and anyone else who wants to take part&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-114244308989046319?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/114244308989046319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/114244308989046319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-got-tagged-by-gabriela-so-here-goes.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-114233348161649156</id><published>2006-03-14T10:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-14T10:51:21.626Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crap I am such a lazy cow.  I have left it till the last minute yet again and now have three essays to get in that are far over due.  I have no excuses (apart from being a full time mum) I always get to this point and wonder whether it would be easier just to drop out.  Anyways if anyone has any deep and meaningful insight into shamanism (yes I said shamanism) please let me know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-114233348161649156?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/114233348161649156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/114233348161649156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2006/03/crap-i-am-such-lazy-cow.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-114167567067288329</id><published>2006-03-06T19:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-06T20:07:50.730Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We all had a fantastic holiday although we must have been in the only part in the UK that it didnt snow.  I love snow but for some reason I repel it - If I went to the North Pole it would melt.  Hubby says its because I am hot stuff **sticks fingers down throat**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna enjoyed her horse ride (and so she bloody should for £16 for 30 mins) although she was unimpressed when Byron the horse stopped to do his business lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary did not enjoy the bike riding even though he went on and on and on about buying bikes before we went up there.  Of course that may have had something to do with the fact that most of the park was up hill and he was pulling a trailor with both kids in (70lbs) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan enjoyed terrorising all the little bunnies who had up until now had no need to fear human life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the spa because it was quiet, involved no exercise and meant if I sweated long enough in the sauna's I may lose weight (I didnt though - gained 7 - Sulk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt as depressing when we got home because its only 4 months until we go to America.  But it was difficult to get out of bed this morning and get back into routine and a normal day - except its never a normal day,  Ethan fell in the school yard and cut all his face before school, There was a reporter outside the school questioning people including me about stuff I dont know about because I was away and Ethan just threw up everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday pics on the left :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-114167567067288329?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/114167567067288329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/114167567067288329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2006/03/we-all-had-fantastic-holiday-although.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-114078653814593266</id><published>2006-02-24T12:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-24T13:08:58.156Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cant believe we need soooo much stuff just to go away for 5 days.  I cant believe it is taking so much organising and I cant believe my hubby (who moaned and moaned when I booked the holiday) is soooo excited.  Big kids huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the first break we have had since Ethan was 6 months old (4 now) - so its an exciting time for the kids too,  They keep asking 'how many sleeps' which would be fine if it wasnt 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be so nice for us all to spend some time together, I have the perfect idea of a holiday in my head but I know from experience it wont go like that and we will probably end up screaming at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw I had an excellent night out on my birthday,  I had the worst hangover of my life on the Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you all in a week bloggers.  Au revoir x x x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-114078653814593266?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/114078653814593266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/114078653814593266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-cant-believe-we-need-soooo-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-114028109846660171</id><published>2006-02-18T16:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-18T16:44:58.480Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG Today I hit the big 30 - I still feel like a teenager and tonight I shall probably act like one.  I have had my hair done, my nails done.  I have a new top and new jewelery and tonight I am off partying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow since the kids are staying at my mother in laws I wont be surfacing early.  Bliss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-114028109846660171?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/114028109846660171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/114028109846660171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2006/02/omg-today-i-hit-big-30-i-still-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713443.post-113994619225447905</id><published>2006-02-14T19:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-14T19:43:12.330Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How inconsiderate - Nearly everyone of Ethans friends turned up at his birthday party costing me a whopping 115 quid.  I mean surely some of them could have been 'busy' or 'sick' but noooo it seems little Ethan is quite popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said you wouldnt think him smacking a school friend in the face with a bat yesterday would do his popularity any good but he was in fact the only one out of our family to get a Valentines card (yes a proper one at the ripe ole age of 4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes thats right not a whiff of a card insight for me! But yes I am married now so perhaps I shouldnt expect.  His excuse?  I tell you I love you all the time - isnt that enough????? nuff said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going away in just under two weeks to &lt;a href="http://www.centerparcs.co.uk/home.jsp"&gt;center parcs&lt;/a&gt; I nearly needed a bank loan to pay for the holiday then I got my holiday planner back detailing the costs of everything else ..... and omg I think I am gonna have to pinch the crown jewels just to cover the costs of the first day there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday also looms - you know what happens Saturday?  Apart from me going out with a few mates and having a few (ok more than a few) drinks. I dont care, really I dont.  It doesnt bother me one bit....honest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713443-113994619225447905?l=jomarise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/113994619225447905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713443/posts/default/113994619225447905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarise.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-inconsiderate-nearly-everyone-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07088800049205634901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
