Tuesday, 7 December 2010

Christmas Day TV

On Shimelle's blog today she's posted a link to this cracking You tube video.

A chap called Nick over at the 52 New Things blog began 2010 with the idea of doing something new every single week, and hopefully raising some money for a worthwhile cause along the way.

One of the things on Nick's list was to write and record a Christmas single in 52 days. He's done it, and you can see it above.

Nick's goal is to get his song "Christmas Day TV" to number 52 in the charts by 12th December and raise £5,200 for the Alzheimer’s Society. You can buy the song from iTunes here:


for the very bargain-licious price of just 79p.

Sign up for the Facebook group in support of the cause here:


Go on....do something new today :)


Thursday, 2 December 2010

The Easiest Chocolate Sponge Pudding In The World...Ever!

Last night Kendo decided he must have chocolate cake.

I wasn't really in the mood for an all out baking session. I was even less in the mood for having to drive to the shop to buy baking supplies. So, time for a bit of ingenious throwing together of ingredients to make yummy chocolate sponge pudding..... in the microwave!

Here's my "bung it together from what you've got" recipe:

Marie's Easy Peasy Microwave Chocolate Sponge Pudding.

4oz caster sugar
4oz unsalted butter
4oz plain flour
1tsb baking powder (or you could use 4oz self-raising flour and skip the baking powder, I only had plain in though)
3 eggs
2 tsp milk
1 tsp vanilla extract
1.5 oz cocoa powder


Cream the butter and sugar in a bowl, add the eggs one at a time and mix well, add the vanilla extract. Mix in the flour, baking powder and cocoa. Add the milk if the mixture is very thick.

Put some chocolate in a microwaveable bowl (I used a packet of milk chocolate chips I found lurking in the cupboard but any chocolate will do), add the pudding mixture on top. Cover with cling film (DON'T VENT!). Put the bowl in the microwave on full power for about 5 and a half minutes (my microwave is 700 watt - adjust the time accordingly). Leave to stand for 5 minutes

I served mine with minty green custard (a la school dinner puddings) and it's delish. To make the custard....well....open a tin or packet of custard, stick it in a bowl or jub, heat it in the microwave as per the instructions. Add 1-2 tsp of peppermint essence and a splash of green food colouring (this is completely optional, but somehow it always tastes mintier to me if its green!).

It was a bloomin' gorgeous pudding (if I do say so myself) and for a cold winters night the fact that it took about 15 minutes start to finish was a total bonus (not long stood in the cold kitchen!).

Sorry there's no photos.... it got snaffled up by the hungry hoards (including me!) before I even had a chance to think about taking a snapshot. Maybe next time.


Wednesday, 1 December 2010

Wednesday, 17 November 2010


Image stolen borrowed from Here

I'm not quite sure how it's happened. I'm sure the last time I looked it was June....yes.... definitely June. Yet here were are in November. Half way through November, in fact. Can someone please tell me where this year has gone?

I know where it's not gone.

It's not gone on scrapbooking.
Or knitting.
Or crotchet.
Or sewing.
Or baking.
Or taking photographs.
Or indeed and of the other crafty things I used to do with my time in a previous existance.

A lot of it went on one of these:

And even more of it was passed wearing one of these:

(although not with that coloured belt....... at least, not yet anyway!)

Which you'd know all about if you've spent any time reading over Here.

I only know that it's gone and now there's not much time left until Chr......... OOPS! I almost say it. I almost said the "C" word. That's not allowed to be uttered until December 1st. Miss Lou has decreed it so (and I have to say, I'm with her on this one).

So, despite the fact that I'm not allowed to talk about that event that happens on 25th December every year, that doesn't mean I haven't been thinking about it. Preparations are well underway round at Chez Cookie. I'm nearly finished with present shopping. All the ones I have are wrapped and secreted away in hidey-holes away from prying small people eyes. I have a turkey crown (safetly tucked away in Mum's chest freezer) and I have a plan for the decorations (I just need to do battle with the boxes in the loft). We're having purple and gold with our black tree this year to match my lubbly new living room colour scheme.

I'm planning hoping to have all the shopping out of the way for the first of December then I can spend the run up to the big day more relaxed and doing all sorts of enjoyable festive (I nearly said the C-word again then!) things such as baking yummy cookies and mince pies and other such loveliness. There are lots of events going on in our town this year so I'm hoping we can get the kids out to those and really start to get into the spirit of things.

And maybe. Hopefully. If I can find a few minutes every day. I might try to play along with this project again. We'll see.

Hope your preparations are going well. Hopefully it won't be 6 months before I next make it round to PTC posting!


Thursday, 24 June 2010

Life's Little Disappointments.

Egg has a bit of an Ironman obsession going on at the moment. Since about February he's been asking persistantly for an Ironman costume and is hoping that Santa will bring him one for Christmas (or that Mummy will bring him one for his birthday, being that that comes first).

This morning, courtesy of his big sister, he learnt the hideous truth. That when he gets his own Ironman costume, it won't actually enable him to fly! I did try to explain that only Ironman's ACTUAL costume allows him to fly and we can't buy those because they're not for sale (because what would Ironman do then?). He's not amused.

One of life's little disappointments. Poor little guy.


Friday, 18 June 2010


PB&B. Mmmmmmm



Sent by God to tempt my tastebuds. What's not to love??

Soy and Linseed bread - Check

Whole Earth Crunchy 100% peanut butter - Check

Just the right kind of ripe banana - Check

See, you even get a little snackette of banana left over to munch on separately.


It could be surpassed in it's greatness only by a Peanut butter and Jam sandwich. I have to say JAM, sorry. I know you guys in the US kind of invented these things but I just can't bring myself to say Peanut Butter and Jelly. Because JELLY looks like this:

And JAM looks like this:

And what you put on your sandwich with peanut butter to make it yummy is definitely the last one, and not the first one. That would just be gross!

Thus endeth the tale of my afternoon snack. Hope you enjoyed. I did.


The Season is Always Greener.

Lying in bed last night, simmering in a pool of sweat, listening to the ceiling fan whirring and being completely unable to sleep because of the horrible, sticky, mugginess of it all, I got to thinking about seasons and how I like them (or rather don't like them).

I don't make much of a secret of that fact that I'm not really a summer loving girl. I tend to wilt a little in the heat, I get itchy and sticky and grumpy. It's not pretty. It has to be a certain kind of just dry enough but not too dry heat for me to be comfortable enough to enjoy the sun.


On the other hand, if you look back here, or here, or here, you'll see I don't much care for deepest darkest winter either.


It would seem that it's the transitions that suit me most.

I like Spring (when it's not hot and sticky enough to be summer, but the cold and dark of winter is behind us).


I like Autumn (when it's not yet cold enough to be winter, but sticky hotness of summer is behind us).


I'm an inbetweens kind of girl, it would appear. Either that or I'm just never satisfied with what I've got. I suspect Kendo might go with the latter!


Thursday, 17 June 2010

Flying The Flag

I must have seen 40 or 50 of these flying in some form or other (on houses, on cars, outside pubs) on my way to work this morning. In fact, you'd be hard pressed to walk down a street in England at the moment and not see one.

I have to say, it's a refreshing change. For so many years now it seems that we, as a country, have had very little pride in being English. It hasn't helped that some extremist groups have seen fit to try and appropriate our national flag as a symbol of all the nastiness they stand for.

It looks like the tide is turning. We're reclaiming our flag and being proud to be English (as well we should). Well, at least until some numpty overpaid footballer makes a stupid mistake and we get knocked out of the World Cup :P

What a shame it has to take a sporting event for some sort of national pride to emerge. Football....yuk!! :P


Wednesday, 16 June 2010

Place Your Bets.

I had a rather interesting little exchange with Miss Grace this morning. After some discussions about them needing to find words that have a “PH” sound in them for their letters and sounds group at school. It went something like this:

Grace: Some of my friends said “Phineas” from Phineas and Ferb, but that doesn’t start with a “PH” it’s a “F”.

Me: No Grace, Phineas starts with a “PH”.

Grace: No, it’s a “F”.

Me: No, it’s a “PH” it just sounds like an “F”.

Grace: It’s an “F”.

Me: Okay, let’s have a bet.

Grace: What’s a bet?

Me: It’s were I say one thing and you say something else and if I’m right you have to give me something, and if you’re right I have to give you something.

Grace: I’m not giving you money*

Me: Okay. If I win, you have to give me one hour of peace and quiet, at a time when I choose.

Grace: What about if I win?

Me: I’ll take you to the park.

Grace. Okay, but I know I’m right.

So, scene set. Off we trooped down the stairs to put the TV on and check on Phineas and Ferb. Low and behold. It’s a “PH” not an “F”. There was much Gracie pouting. She’s not amused.

Me?........ I’m happily pondering when I’m going to request my hour’s worth of peace and quiet.

Must remember this one for future reference! Not that I’d be one to encourage gambling in children, but you’ve got to take the advantage while you can!!


*A girl after my own heart!

Tuesday, 8 June 2010

Same Sh*t. Different Day.

It seems that recently any time I speak to someone who I haven’t conversed with in a while and they ask me how I’m doing my answer is always this:

*Might have to get me one of those mugs.

That just about sums up my existence at the moment.

What do I spend my time doing?

Get up, deal with the kids, go to work, come home from work, deal with the kids, go to the gym, get back from the gym, deal with the kids, cook dinner, eat dinner, go to bed…………. Lather, rinse and repeat.

It doesn’t really make for very good blog fodder. Which is why there hasn’t really been very much blogging done.

When there are variations in the schedule. Like popping over the Pennies to celebrate the graduation of this lovely lady:

Or spending time with these crazy people betting on ancient horse races and being a mint chocolate muffin Indian-giver:

Then I never seem to get around to blogging them straight away, and then the moment has passed. So they don’t get blogged at all.

Hmmmm. What to do? What to do? Does this happen to all bloggers? I’m sure it must do. Eventually you get to a point in your life where nothing interesting happens. What do you share then?

Answers on a Postcard???

For now, I guess I will have to try to remember to blog the happenings as they happen. And if nothing happens? I’m sure I can find something hidden in the dark recesses of my mind that’s vaguely worth talking about? I think. I hope.

Like……..well………static caravans. There you go. That’s always confused me. Surely by a it’s very definition a caravan should be the opposite of static. An oxymoron for sure.

Oh dear. If that’s the best I can come up with we could be in big trouble.

Would someone please remember to turn the lights off on the way out?

TTF……E??.....nope, just N.

Tuesday, 1 June 2010

Wednesday, 21 April 2010

Walk Softly and Carry a Big Stick.

It's hard to believe. I can barely believe it myself. Something strange is afoot this week.


No, really. I did.

I seriously haven't scrapped a thing since before Christmas. My Herma adhesive and crop-o-dile have been busy gathering dust in my craft room for months. This week though I felt a bit of a scrapbooking vibe and decided to go with it (I think it must be the lighter evenings, they put me in much more of scrappy happy mood).

It's not just me though. It seems other people are catching the springtime scrappy vibe too. Long may it continue I say.

So, here's the LO that's resulted from the new found scrappiness. Photos of Ewan from last summer when we went for a walk (whilst Grace was out with Nanny) and he managed to find his favourite ever thing to find on long walks..... a big ol' stick! (What is it with small boys and big sticks? Or indeed any sticks, and rocks, they love the rocks too).

The title is something that has always stuck with my from the days of doing my degree (part of which was in American Studies). Roosevelt's "Walk softly and carry a big stick" speech was used in a module the I studied and for some reason it alway stuck in my head. It's also lodged in there because it's paraphrased by the amazing Jack Nicholson in one of my all time fave movies. Walk softly and carry an armoured tank division, he always says.

Walk Softly and Carry a Big Stick

Walk Softly and Carry a Big Stick_Close Up

That's probably my scrapping quota reached for the year!! Hopefully the summer will bring more mojo (and more photos ops!).


Wednesday, 31 March 2010

Grey Skies and Holidays

Hi there. Long time no blog. How're you all doing? I've missed you......er.....hello.....is there anyone there???.........

Ah well. I shall blog on regardless (as always ;)).

It's a horrible grey, rainy, sleety, cold, horrible day here today. See, this is what my office window looks like:

I can hear the wind howling around the building. It's pretty spooky actually. Ordinarily when it's this windy there's less howling of the wind because it's pretty much asborbed by the bodies of the couple of hundred students that are trudging about the place, but as it's the Easter break and they're all at home (probably tucked up in nice warm beds, the pesky little blighters) there is much wind whistling and howling going on.

It's quite depressing actually. To be the only person in the whole building apart from the chap who's polishing the floors with one of those big scary looking floor buffer thingies. There are other people in the college but they're all based in a different building. So there's only little old me. Sat here. Twiddling my thumbs. I've done all the work I had to do. Bored now.

I have brought a little of this to keep me entertained:

Which would be a little bit (well, actually quite a lot) of hooky hexagon action from Lucy's pattern over at Attic24 (am I ever going to crochet anything from any other pattern source again? Possibly not!). The trouble with crocheting at my desk when I should be working is that there is always the possibilty that someone might come up to the office. In which case I'd have to explain why I'm not actually working but rather creating yarny hexy goodness. I can't really start with the crochet until about 12 o'clock - that way, I can just say I'm on my lunch break should anyone appear....... I can pretty much get away with that until 2pm. Sneaky. I like it.

In the meantime this morning I've been Youtubing some tunes to keep myself entertained. Earlier it was songs from one of my fave all time movies - Reality Bites. Including these fabulous little ditties:

The fantastic U2. Gotta love a bit of Bono on a grey March day.

Lisa Leob. What gives with those glasses?

Big Mountain. The Frampton version kind of irks me a little. Don't know why.

And my personal favourite??:

I challenge you to not be singing THAT all day long now :)

Then I moved on to a bit of a 60s battle of the bands morning. Alternating between these guys:


And these guys:

Also genius!

How can one possibly choose between the two? I think I might have to spend the next 45 minutes checking out the back catalogue of both bands. Excellent tunage.

Right, on that note, it's time for me to venture out into the windswept hallway to make a nice cup of tea, which I shall be having with my mid-morning snack of peanut butter and apple. Delish.


Wednesday, 3 March 2010

A Work In Progress


I know I haven't been around the Cookieblog much of late. To be honest, I'm working on something. For once my work in progress doesn't involve yarn, or fabric, or pretty paper, or cupcakes or cookies. It involves working on getting my overgrown lardy arse to be not so overgrown and lardy!

There comes a point when I figure I can't keep blaming the fact that I'm overweight on the fact that I just had a baby.....especially seeing as the last baby is 3 and a half now. My husband has completely put me to shame of late. In the last three years he's lost almost 7 stone (98lbs) whilst I've sat back and gained over 30lbs watching him do it.

It's time for action (that is the word of the year after all) and action is what I've been taking. We've been "eating clean" round here for over a fortnight - all wholewheat foods, high protein, low sugar, no junk food and training like a whirling dervish 6 days a week (weight training, cardio, karate classes, swimming). It's starting to pay off now though and I've manage to lose 8lbs in a little over 2 weeks.

So, given that I'm practically permanently camped out at the gym most evenings and the rest of the time I'm either working or doing the stuff that needs doing at home I think there'll likely be a hiatus in Cookieblog posting until I can get down to something approximating my goal weight. I have taken some before pictures so when my 12 week programme is up I might be brave enough to post some before and afters so I can show you what I've accomplished.

Back soon.


Monday, 1 February 2010

Happily Uncoordinated.

Is there anybody out there???

Long time no blog again. I know. I seem to have misplaced my blogging mojo somewhere. Partly due, I think, to the fact that I haven't done anything crafty to show off of late. I've been taking my word of the year a little more seriously this year. My word was ACTION and I've definitely been more active, at least in terms of moving my bum off the sofa and actually doing something for a change.

Part of the driving force for all this health and fitness action is that I happened to get on the scales at the gym and realised (quite depressingly) that I am the heaviest I've ever been (even after the kids were born). Definitely time for me to do something about that before it becomes the norm rather than a blimp on the timeline of my waistline! So, I've been going to the gym at least three times a week (sometimes 5 if I can squeeze it in), I've been watching what I eat carefully (no more chowing down on jumbo sized bags of co-op sea salt and malt vinegar crisps (they are my down fall!) or homemade cupcakes (they'll have to be reserved for special occasions). You know what though? I'm starting to feel great. My fitness level is rising every week (when I started back that the gym my active heart rate was through the roof, but I see it coming down every time I train which is a sure sign of progress) and my trousers weren't quite so snug this morning when I got dressed for work. Phew!

Another big part of the action plan is taking karate classes. I never, in a googloplex years (can you tell I'm reading this book at the moment? You probably can if you've read it) thought I would ever take up a martial art. Especially not at the ripe old age of 33! You know what though - I totally love it! I went along initially because Kendo was going and I thought it would be an okay way to add to my keep fit plan. I never expected to enjoy it quite so much but the teachers are amazing, the class is adults only so the pace is quite quick and as there are 4 black belts (2 Sensai's and 2 Sempai's) and 4 or 5 lower belts we're practically getting one on one tuition, which rocks!

I did struggle the first couple of weeks getting my head round the whole kicking and punching thing. It's not something that came naturally to me (I can't say I'm used to spending my time deliberately inflicting damage on things!) so it's taken me a while to let loose with the punches and kicks on the pads. After a couple of months though I'm finally getting it (I think) and I officially no longer punch and kick like a girl! Hurrah!

I was really please a few weeks ago when I made my first grading (9th Kyu - yellow tips on your white belt) but I was even more chuffed with myself to come out of the dojo with this last night:

Both Kendo and I made our 8th Kyu grading to yellow belt. Our belts officially do not match our Gi's! I can't tell you how exciting it is to be happily uncoordinated! It's an amazing feeling to get your grading. Ridiculous really, but it's a physical sign of someone saying "hey, you know what, you're actually doing okay at this". A recognition for hard work, that you're actually learning something, improving at something. It doesn't take much to make me happy I guess. It's also nice that Kendo and I have finally found something we can actually go together (do you remember the ill-fate salsa classes? Eek! Fortunately rhythm isn't really a pre-requisite for martial arts!)

The great thing about the karate school we learn with is that the Sensai doesn't believe there should be a time scale on when you can reach your grading. A lot of schools have a minimum attendance for gradings (i.e. you have to have been coming for 3 months before you get yellow tips, 4 months before you can get your yellow belt etc). Fortunately our Sensai see's that as a bit of a money making exercise, which isn't what our school is all about. That means if you know the stuff you need to know, you get the grading. Simple as. Definitely a philosophy I can live with.

I'm still not quite sure what possessed me to let the entire family take up an activity that involves wearing a white uniform made of 100% cotton that you can only wash on a cool wash which is an absolutely bitch to iron though. What was I thinking??


Tuesday, 19 January 2010


We had a very proud parent moment yesterday when Gracie came home from her Karate class sporting this:

She's acheived the Karate grade of 8th Kyu (yellow belt). She was so chuffed with herself, and we were so proud of her. She works really hard in her karate classes (which especially shines out as some of the kids there just mess around and don't pay any attention to the Sensai) and its lovely to see all that hard work being rewarded with her first real grading. There's no stopping her now!

Of course, she's not failed to mention the fact that she now has a yellow belt whilst me and Daddy still only have white belts with yellow tips! I can't believe I'm playing catch up with my 6 year old. She's never going to let me live it down either. I'd best get practicing my kata!!

Well done Miss Gracie!


Wednesday, 13 January 2010

Just Not Feeling It.

What can I say? I'm just not feeling the blogginess at the moment. I had high hopes that I would rediscover my inner avid blogger this year and get back to blogging regularly, but clearly I was mistaken. *SIGH*

This morning I've been musing over winter. This is what the view from my office window looks like this morning:


Brrrrrrrrr. It's very snowy, and very gloomy, and still snowing.

Looking back over my blog post from this time of previous years I'm noticing a definite theme. This is where I hit my mid-January funk. I love winter, I do. Dark nights and snuggling up in the warm house with a nice cuppa and a cosy blanket, but it's definitely the pre-Christmas festive winter that I love, not the post-Christmas...."Oh my God, is January not over yet?" period. I hate that part. It sucks. In fact, to quote a famous pointy haired yellow person - it manages to both suck and blow at the same time.

Even the snow has stopped being fun now. It's okay for the first few days when it's all lovely and fluffy and the kids get the have snow days and play in it making snowmen and having snowball fights, plus getting to drink these:

Hot chocolate


Eventually though, you have to suck it up and go back to work. Which means driving in the snow, or rather in the icy, slushy, slippery mess that's left of the snow. That part I can do without.

Enough of the bemoaning winter anyway. It's not like I can change the weather (because lets face it, if I could, I'd be one rich lady!). The other theme I noticed from the other January blues posts was I'd posted links to things that were going at least some way to cheering me up. So, these are the things I'm liking at the moment.

I'm totally loving this song, and the TV series that goes along with it:

I have a couple of the Sookie Stackhouse books sitting in my Amazon basket to be checked out come payday. I can't wait to read them. I'm also looking forward to series 2 of True Blood which is due to air in the UK soon.

This always makes me smile:

and I'm still gutted the soundtrack CD was in the car when all my CDs got stolen a while back (note to self: replace Juno album).

Then there's this:

I've been hearing this playing in the back ground of so many US shows lately. It drove me batty for a while because I knew I knew it but couldn't quite get to what it was. Then it hit me that its actually a cover of a Cure song. Being a bit of a Cure fan I wanted to hate it, on princple, but you know I really don't. I actually quite like it. A Lot. Shoot me now! LOL.

That's about it, although there is one thing I'm looking forward too. This was one of my Christmas presents this year:

I love Ree's Blog. It's one of the ones I've been reading since I first started blogged. It's very addictive. It makes me want to live in the country and raise cattle and a large gaggle of children! Although not at the moment, because they have even more snow that we do, and it's COLD there. Seriously cold. Not even snuggles from the lovely Charlie could make me want to live in that cold, it's bad enough here.

Anyway, Ree's cookbook was one of my Christmas presents (thanks big Sis!). When Kendo spotted it his response was "Yum! and also Noooooooo". The recipes I've tried of Ree's so far from her blog are delicious, but definitely not for anyone on anything remotely resembling a diet or healthy eating campaign. Browsing through the book I spotted the recipe for Pioneer Woman's Cinnamon Rolls. Be. Still. My, Heart. Mmmmmmm. I can't wait to try them - although I think I might come up against a bit of a sticky problem with the icing. It calls for maple essence - I'm not sure they even sell that in the UK, might have to settle for some vanilla instead. Ho hum.

Right then, I'm off for a mooch around Ravelry to see what projects I can find to start and not finished.


Tuesday, 5 January 2010

Monday, 4 January 2010

Is It 2010 Already???

How did that happened? The last two weeks have been a bit of a blur. All that preparation and anticipation and before you know it its all over and done with and you’re taking the deccies down and getting ready to go back to work.

So, a quick round up of the festive season in Cookieland:

Good news from the hospital about Ewan’s bone scan – the results showed a small bone deformity at the top of his thigh bone but nothing serious and nothing to be concerned over particularly. He has to go back in 12 months for check up.

Not so good news from the hospital about Dad. They confirm a diagnosis of cancer… however it hasn’t spread anywhere else (thank goodness) and it’s looking likely they’ll be able to operate which is positive.

Our Christmas Eve didn’t go exactly according to plan this year, mostly due to a certain little boy with a poorly tummy. Sufficient to say that the only person who still had their new Christmas jammies on on Christmas morning was Gracie – all the others had been puked on and replaced over night. *sigh*

Christmas day brought many happy smiles with Grace being over the moon with the pink Nintendo DS and Egg being a happy camper with his collection of Spiderman stuff and kiddie meccano. Mostly my presents consisted of fitness equipment and cooking books. I suspect Santa’s trying to tell me something ;)

Boxing day proved that 5 year olds are surprisingly good at Pictionary – and that Grace knows WAY more about Harry Potter than Auntie Yan does (sorry Yan – you’re just going to have to suck it up and accept that your niece is a bigger Potter fan than you are ;P).

New Year’s Eve was, as always, a sedate affair for us. One bottle of beer, some TV and tucked up in bed by 11.30pm (although that was a waste of time because the fireworks at midnight kept me up). Rock N Roll, as always.

New Year’s Day was a case of “start as you mean to go on” for me with a meeting with a fitness co-ordinator at my new gym to set up a training programme (glutton for punishment clearly).

And here I am on the 4th, back at work. Grace is back in school tomorrow and Egg started his funded place at nursery today so will go every afternoon from now on (I don’t think he’s going to be very impressed with that idea).

So. January 2010. The last couple of years I’ve gone with a “one little word” theme when it comes to resolutions (or rather non-resolutions as I prefer– if I don’t resolve to do them, they’re much more likely to get done!)

For 2008 my word was SIMPLE.

For 2009 my word was BALANCE.

I’ve given quite a bit of thought to my word for 2010 and I think my word for this year will be


The last couple of words have been kind of passive, and that’s not what I need right now. I need to start taking some action!

Action in terms of my fitness and health. I’d been doing really well with building up my running for the 5K race in September. I was really amazed at how much I’d managed to improve my fitness. Then I ran the race and then did sod all for 3 months, and it’s starting to show! I need to lose some weight, gain some stamina and get some tone. A new gym, a new training programme and carrying on with my karate classes (yup, I took up karate classes. Scary I know) should help with that.

Action in terms of getting things in order at home. My house is a perpetual crap heap. I really need to start taking some steps towards getting things done more at home and that means less time in front of the TV and more time actually doing stuff (like picking up after ourselves and not letting Mt Washmore pile up).

Action in terms of crafting. I was really pleased that I managed to teach myself how to crochet last year. I can’t wait to build on that and start making some new projects this year. I also know that I need to rein myself in when it comes to getting over enthusiastic about new projects. One action at a time will do!

Action in terms of dealing with the kids. Those children of ours. They’re getting incredibly pesky of late. Snappy and squabbly and more than a little bit naughty. I definitely need to work on spending time with them (not in terms of more, but in terms of better) and on giving them more productive ways of dealing with the fact that they pretty much want to thump each other every other minute.

Action in terms of work. The winter weather and the stress of the last couple of months in terms of worry about Ewan and Dad have meant I haven’t been giving work my full attention. I need to sort that out. There’s a lot of stuff that needs to be organised in terms of the new building and some new projects that are coming online so I’m going to take actions to be more organised and more proactive at work. They’re paying me to be here, so I’d better start given them either monies worth.

So that’s the goal for 2010. Much more action.

Happy New Year to all of you. I hope it’s a good one all round.


P.S. I do have some more JYC pages to share. I just haven't photocopied the ones I've done, or indeed caught up with the class yet. Oops.