Crash, Bang Wallop!
This weekend I lost my Ice Hockey virginity. OMG what a crazy sport, very fast, very skilled and very entertaining. The players are incredibly graceful when skating- both backwards and forwards, and the speed with which they turn is something else. The puck controlling is gravity defying and difficult to follow, much concentration is needed. My title refers to the total disregard for life and limb that is part of the game, players bounce off walls and each other, no wonder they wear so much padding. The only negative point was the cold, I thought I had enough layers on- wrong! Very good fun though, hopefully to be repeated.
Husband chops is off on his travels again, Zurich this time, So it's just me and the dog. The dog who reeks of garlic. Nice. As part of Keiths (the dog) training, we've been trying to find treats that he wants above every stick, leaf and distraction in the world. Having tried all the branded treats (organic, cheap, meaty, fishy, expensive, VERY expensive, cat and cheese) plus small bits of our food, Keith has made his choice..... Lidl super cheap garlic sausage! The stuff is foul, it's pale and speckled and very, very garlic scented. Yuck! Keith loves it. Now we have a smelly plastic box in the fridge, full of this chopped up loveliness. Bloody dog.
I am still knee deep in bunting, we're going to the wedding venue tomorrow to hang some up and take some photos. Then hopefully both brides will approve and operation "Bas***d Bunting" can move up a level. I have also been practising my "messy bun" hair updo for the big day. I like messy. It sums me up rather well. In other wedding news, Daughter-in-law to be, supplied us with some samples of wedding cakes to taste. Her mum is an amazing baker, whose cakes not only look fabulous but also taste divine. We had a selection of cupcakes to try, and they were fantastic. Husband went very quiet (unusual!) and his face took on the look of someone (I imagine) who has found god. A chocolate cupcake has won his heart and soul. Merely calling it a cupcake is doing it a disservice, it was heaven for the tongue, a taste-bud orgasm, a tiny moment of chocolate paradise! I liked very much.
The weather is cold and crisp, with lots of sun, totally my favourite winter weather, So now I must coat up and take garlic boy on a stick throwing frenzy.
Husband chops is off on his travels again, Zurich this time, So it's just me and the dog. The dog who reeks of garlic. Nice. As part of Keiths (the dog) training, we've been trying to find treats that he wants above every stick, leaf and distraction in the world. Having tried all the branded treats (organic, cheap, meaty, fishy, expensive, VERY expensive, cat and cheese) plus small bits of our food, Keith has made his choice..... Lidl super cheap garlic sausage! The stuff is foul, it's pale and speckled and very, very garlic scented. Yuck! Keith loves it. Now we have a smelly plastic box in the fridge, full of this chopped up loveliness. Bloody dog.
I am still knee deep in bunting, we're going to the wedding venue tomorrow to hang some up and take some photos. Then hopefully both brides will approve and operation "Bas***d Bunting" can move up a level. I have also been practising my "messy bun" hair updo for the big day. I like messy. It sums me up rather well. In other wedding news, Daughter-in-law to be, supplied us with some samples of wedding cakes to taste. Her mum is an amazing baker, whose cakes not only look fabulous but also taste divine. We had a selection of cupcakes to try, and they were fantastic. Husband went very quiet (unusual!) and his face took on the look of someone (I imagine) who has found god. A chocolate cupcake has won his heart and soul. Merely calling it a cupcake is doing it a disservice, it was heaven for the tongue, a taste-bud orgasm, a tiny moment of chocolate paradise! I liked very much.
The weather is cold and crisp, with lots of sun, totally my favourite winter weather, So now I must coat up and take garlic boy on a stick throwing frenzy.
Lisa, hi,
ReplyDeleteAfter you brought yourself to my attention, and I am glad you did, just now I indulged in reading some of your blog's "back catalogue".
One of your more recent replies to a rather annoying blogger left me speechless. You claim that you are EIGHTY THREE. Confused and scratching my head in wonderment, Watson to my Sherlock instinctively knew that can't be right. On the other hand it might have been a rather clever ploy of yours since even trolls won't bother old ladies. Or would they?
Anyway, the number of years you have been married, reference to your kids (and weddings) gave me a clue as to your real age. You could be my mother's daughter.
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Hi Ursula, Physically I feel about 83, mentally I'm still a stroppy 18 year old, and in the real world my 40s are lost forever!
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