Tuesday, February 13, 2007

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME

Yes it's my birthday and I am 46, sorry it just can't be! I still feel in my thirties, I don't think I will ever really grow up(whoever really does?)
It is only 6:45am and already I have had quite an eventful day, the whole of Pentwyn and Llanedeyrn had an outage of electricity at 5:20am and so SnoWhite and Fiona were running around like headless chickens looking for candles! I left them to it and drove to Tesco to buy food for Beauty for school, I was too tired to go to the shop last night. It was quite surprising how many other punters were in the shop already, perhaps they too had been awoken by their crazy off-spring.
I arrived home to find the electricity working and a little bit of normality restored(if that is possible in my home!).
And of course Beauty was awake due to all the noise Fiona and Snowhite were making.
Yesterday I found Beauty playing with a pumpkin light that we had at Halloween and I asked her what it was called and she said,'PUNKY', well it's close enough for me.
I have found a solution to the angry noises that Beauty makes when she doesn't get her own way, the noise is a cross between a screech and a cat being strangled! I make the noise right back and she immediately stops and puts her hands over her ears. And then she listens to what I have to say(well more so than her sisters). Well at least she doesn't swear like her sisters, that's a blessing.
One of Fiona's favourite TV show is 8 Simple Rules(for dating my daughter), well the program seems to be on EVERY day, I think I am now word perfect on the scripts of the shows.
I personally have only one rule about dating my daughters, YOU HURT THEM, I KILL YOU sounds good to me! Why make it more difficult?

1 comment:

Steve said...

Happy birthday - have a good one!

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An Irish Blessing

(A Blessing from St. Patrick)
May the road rise to meet you,

May the wind be always at your back,

May the sun shine warm upon your face,

May the rains fall soft upon your fields,

And, until we meet again,

May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.