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.

Kittens began to make noise... not good.

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!!

Kittens found out how to get out of their basket .... bad.

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.

Kittens discovered how to walk .... Very bad.

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.

Kittens waddle quickly all over the place ... nearly squashed one yesterday... damn furry things!

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!!!

Kitten got stuck behind litter tray and howled loudly

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.

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.

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.

Awww two days old

Told you they all looked the same - 5 days old

8 days old

"You lookin at me?" 15 days old and very alert.

SO there we go - kitten pictures.

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!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

If you get a moment please sign the petition here thanks.

I have done something really silly and signed up to race 4 life 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!

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.

This is my page if you want to check it out.

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.

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!!

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.

Ooo I just upgraded to the new blogger - isnt it much easier and quicker to add pictures - about bloody time I say.

Devastatingly I shall be 31 on Sunday - How time flies when your having fun eh!?!

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!

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..

"Dont you know?... We are playing powerful flying pumpkins"

Silly me eh?

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?

In other news Posh the cat is expecting her first babies - Great more mouths to feed and more mess - I cant wait!!!!

Do you like my hat?

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!

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.

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.

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?

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?

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.

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.

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 this place 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!!!!

Our new years celebration is a meal out with friends and the kids at the local Brewers fayre 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.

Happy new years to you!

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 Barbie and Tanner 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.

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.

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!!!!!

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.

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.

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.

Cue sad music......*walks away, head down... stops... looks back* I will be back someday, until then enjoy life. x x x

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!!!!

Meantime two inset days means I have the kids home again ... Yipee. And hubby is driving me nuts .... just dont ask!!!!

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"

Did you know Argos sell boxes? I was looking for toy boxes for the kids and came across these 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!!!!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

And continuing from my last entry with the stupid things your kids say - Mine have had some crackers this week.

Joanna: "If a tree falls in a forest on top of a boy and squishes him so he's dead ... Will the tree die???"

Ethan after being caught red handed at school throwing stones at the deputy head teachers car ... "I didnt do it"

Joanna: "Mammy .. what's a solicitor and why dont you talk to them like normal people?"

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.

Ethan "Just hide it from her ...she wont know"

Joanna "She already knows I took it to school, she told me if I did she would bin it when I got home"

Ethan "We arnt allowed to take toys to school - You will get a row for it"

Joanna "Only if you get caught, but I dont get caught .... like you!"

Silence

Joanna "I dont want her to bin it"

Ethan "I can just kill her"

Joanna "Your hands are too small"

Ethan "I will just wait till I am grown up and then kill her"

Joanna "She will be dead by then anyway!"

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.

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.

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!)

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Mum, Natalie, Eloise and Emily - No need to ring me - I am sure everyone gets pissed off once in a while!!!!

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!!!

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 Goldie Looking Chains Crazy dog 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.

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.