Rugby fever…

It’s the RWC year here and of course Husband has been watching some of the games… all good and well, except it turns out a certain little son of mine has caught the fever, so 8.30pm every saturday night he gets up from bed and sits on the couch with his dad and I and watches the games that are key to our country.

It’s become a little ritual, the key things are :

*Blanket for keeping warm

*Parent to lie on

*Crappy food that Parents have to share when normally they wouldn’t.

* Mum getting bored and watching something else on her laptop

*Yelling about tries (Dad)

*Trying to pretend to know what he is on about by yelling about tries (son)

*Falling asleep before the game finishes… BOTH OF THEM

Personally I’ve never really been one for rugby, a couple of past boyfriends used to play for my local high school team, but really it’s so boring! I don’t see the point in dressing up in little short shorts (except to show you’re gorgeous legs), tops that are just heinous and helmets that give you cabbage ears just to bash into each other and run a little oval ball over a line. I get that it’s huge in our country, it’s a rite of passage just about! Everyone has had a game of touch, or pick-up rugby, but the fact that nobody really cares until something like the RWC happens is what bugs me the most, suddenly there are car flags everywhere, balloons, theme colours etc when the only other time this is brought out is when our home team starts turboing it’s way to the top of the tables.. which in itself is actually pretty huge.

Ugh rambling….

Summary:

Rugby sucks.

Patriotism leaves a lot to be desired in what matters

I hope my daughter never wants to watch it

Son and Husband need to go to bed earlier

Adieu!

Chocolate Sniffer…

I have a person here, small of stature, little blonde curls, big blue eyes and a cheeky temperament.. gorgeous as she is, this wee girl has a nose for chocolate, I opened MY tube of mini m&m’s in a completely different room, with the door shut, when all of a sudden this little face popped around the door…

Chocolate Sniffer

Now while I love  her dearly and her version of “Mama Share” complete with hand out and lack of thanks is adorable…

It’s MY chocolate child!

P.s. If you leave my chocolate alone, I won’t tell your daddy that  you’re playing with his magazines *shh*

Never Ever…

Sound like the beginning to an All Saints song, thankfully I am no longer that tragic.

Never ever did I think I would start blogging again, over the years I have had a few, and they have slowly dwindled and died, I still have the links of course, but I promised myself that I wouldn’t make another one, after it reached the point where I was questioning who I was after a particularly nasty time in my life, and I blogged it, I could easily delete the post, however it still rings somewhat true in my heart.

So for a fresh start, how one normally would achieve this, I have no idea, I tend to just hurtle myself into whatever comes my way, and if it turns up roses, well all the better – it’s how I ended up married with two kids *snort*

Who am I?

The very question that hurtled me out of the blogosphere… and to be honest every time I think of the multiple answers to these questions, I struggle to answer it, so bullet point time, way easier, less vain and definitely less chance of rambling.

  • Woman
  • 24 years old
  • Married
  • 4 years and counting
  • 2 kids
  • 1 boy
  • 1 girl
  • 1 brother living with us
  • In a country that most people don’t think of…
I think that about covers the introductions for now… if you can even call it that…*snigger*

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