I am celebrating with Big Bang Theory and a few Frankie Fizz’s. Hope 2012 is all you could desire.
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Cocktail Invention (1)
I have been experimenting with alcohol (responsibly I hasten to add), especially with the flavoured vodkas and schnapps. Here is my first invention.
Frankie Fizz
Tall glass
Some ice
2cl each of amaretto, peach schnapps and vanilla vodka
Fill half way with orange then top with lemonade, but I prefer a long drink. Use less juice & lemonade if you want it stronger.
It’s called a Frankie Fizz because it is fun, fruity and has a kick. Plus I invented it on a Friday.
All I want for Xmas
Many people seem to use this time of year for reflection and I guess I am no exception. My last post was more than a little negative an I feel that this was unfair. My hubby tries his bets to provide for our family and has recently shown that he appreciates all the hard work I do.
So, what do I want for xmas?
I want to be able to spend the day having fun with my family and hope that my MIL doesn’t go on about the dog she chose to give away (then changed her mind too late) and makes us all feel uncomfortable.
Beyond that I want less stress, less weight (both within my control) plus more laughing, learning and loving (more emotional than physical) – also within my control.
It appears then that if I want my wishes to come true I have to get off my ass and make it happen. Failure is not an option.
I Don’t Love You (?)
I just spent an extended amount of time with my husband – we went on an 9 day holiday with family. It brought home to me how much we have changed as a couple from when we first met.
I can’t say for my habits etc, I can only hope they’re not too annoying, but I realised how many things he does that irritate the hell out of me. To name a few – not only is he a loud eater (even daughter commented) and totally unable to sit still or be quiet for any length of time, but he has also turned into a complainer. His mother has always been pretty negative and it seems he is getting more like her. It got to the stage where our son didn’t want to sit next to him on the flight home. I can’t stand someone who complains all the time, I always try to see the good/bright side of things after suffering pot-natal depression. Hearing someone whinge so often really brings me down.
Don’t get me wrong, I have a loyalty to my husband and he is very good to his family in a lot of ways, but I have come to realise that I don’t want to spend extended lengths of time with him. I don’t know if I particularly even like him. If I met him now I wouldn’t marry him.
This seems sad, and horrible of me and I do feel bad for thinking it let alone writing about it, yet it’s a truth I have to face. Having said this I wouldn’t instigate a divorce, I do still care about my husband, but can you care about someone you kinda dislike? It seems I can and do.
It has happened gradually over the years that we lead pretty separate lives and I think that’s what will keep us going over the remaining years. I have no wish for anyone else, I couldn’t face the thought of dating again. The only situation I could wish for is to live alone – but that’s more for the fact I wouldn’t have to cook & clean & wash for anyone else.
So I guess it’s just me and a tolerant attitude.
Battle of One
Being a parent is akin to being in a long-running battle, sometimes like a war of attrition. I battle against my kids when they’re growing up to try and ensure they grow up decent human beings. I battle against the educational establishment in their attempt to knock the individuality from my offspring and enforce and ever increasingly narrow education experience that teaches to pass exams and not to enquire and explore. I battle against the government who constantly want to interfere in the way I bring up my children because obviously ‘they know best’ even though half the time they behave like spoiled brats. I also battle against others who think they know best – parents, other relations, friends and so on.
My children are now teenagers. very individual people in their own rights (as it should be). Some battles I won, some I feel I lost, but overall I am extremely proud of my children. They are beginning to take over their own decisions about their own life journeys; letting go is my final battle, and the only one I want to lose.
