No, not Part II of Back To The Future but a proud mummy moment of another kind.
A poem by Katarina:
The Power of the Sea
The sea was pounding against the rock face
Crashing and spraying with amazing grace
The light house was standing tall and strong
As the sea unleashed all her wrong
And as God looked down on the roaring sea
He waved his hand and smiled at me
And all of a sudden the sea went calm
And I was skipping home unharmed.
How beautiful is that? How talented is she?
Well, I am slowly starting to feel better but won't be running any races for a little while (as if, LOL!).
Today was a day off and I relaxed and chilled out, visited with friends this morning, had a coffee and a chat, lazed around in the afternoon and topped it off with a dvd cosy-up with the children after school. It was great - I introduced them to one of my favourite movies of the 80s - Back To The Future.
I'd recently bought the trilogy, very cheaply at Homebase (?? how weird's that??) and thought it would be great to sit and watch it with them. Noah, unfortunately (or fortunately if you read on further) got bored and took himself off to play Stuart Little on the playstation but the girls LOVED it. Now, this is the fortunate bit (or unfortunate now... if you see what I mean), the rating was a PG. Well, that'll be fine, I think, uhmmm... NO. There was actually quite a bit of swearing (which I don't remember there being at all). You should have seen the look on the girls faces! Outwardly I feigned shock myself but inwardly it was so funny to see them look so surprised - both at the bad language (which wasn't horrendously bad I hasten to add, no 'f' words or anything) but also at the fact that I still let them watch!!! Bad mother, I am... But it was good. Real sort of retro 80s.
They LOVED it. It took a while for them to just settle in to just watching it. To start with they were just constantly asking questions.
"Is that the sort of sunglasses they wore back then?"
"Did you have sunglasses like that?"
"Is this 80s music?"
"Is that an 80s car?"
You get the picture. Harriet even had a chuckle over the opening film credits and how 'old' they looked! Great stuff. As soon as it was finished they wanted to watch Part II but that's for tomorrow!
So I popped in to Borders last night, like you do when you only really need to go to the chemists, but hey, it's right next door and it would be rude not to, wouldn't it?
I was very lucky to not only find a copy of Creating Keepsakes BUT also Simple Scrapbooks, a magazine that I haven't managed to put my hand on to in many a month! Result.
But even more intriguingly as I'm paying for my purchases (OK, I threw in a couple of books for Kat, for me and for others) the guy serving me casually remarks "oh, you're one of those scrapbookers!". Or words to that effect, my head is still feeling a little woolly from recent illnesses. To which, after I get over my shock that he even registers what scrapbooking is, I reply that of course I am. We have a very brief chat about magazines (he commented that the UK mags are not as good as the US ones!) and he then says that he is trying to give the scrapbooking look to a website he is trying to set up! The long and the short of it is that he asked for my email and this blog address and is going to check things out and, maybe, be calling on me for some advice!
So if you are reading this Borders Guy "hi!".
Oh, no, I can't just have the usual sort of viral thing that is going around can I? I can't just feel awful for a couple of days and then start to feel better. No, I have to go and get laryngitis! And 4 days later I'm still feeling like crap.
Both Harriet and Richard (Noah did have the viral thing but it was very mild and only lasted overnight and so didn't even miss any school time) felt awful for a couple of days and then got better, albeit slowly. So I'm expecting mine to follow the same route. No. I get up on the 3rd day expecting to feel better but... I. Feel. Worse. As it's a Saturday I have to ring the emergency doctor and then in my hoarse whisper of a voice, which fades in and out to no voice, explain why I think I need to see a doctor. I hate doctors! They make you feel like you are wasting their time. I know I'm not. I know the difference between just a sore throat and something more. I. Just. Know.
I finally persuade the snotty nurse that I really should be allowed to come in to the emergency clinic and so off we trot. Yup, sure enough she can see I have spots at the back of my throat and announces I have laryngitis and need a course of antibiotics. Um... duh! I didn't like to say "I told you so" but "I told her so!".
The worst of it is that I just couldn't teach at PaperArts yesterday and I hate that. I hate letting people down. But I just couldn't. I toyed with just going along, teaching the class and then coming home but even if I could have mustered the energy to stand to teach the class, no-one would have heard a word of what I was trying to say as I've lost my voice. Add to that the fact I have a raging temperature, feel like I've gone 10 rounds with Mike Tyson and hurt everywhere, well, there was just no way.
I am going to do some instructions and a step-by-step for everyone who was there though and hopefully I will get this out to you all sometime in the next week or so. Sorry.
Now, I'm just waiting for the antibiotics to kick in. How long does that take?
That's me. There is some awful viral lurgies going around at the moment. Harriet was off school sick for 2 days this week and now Richard and I have got it. I feel bloody awful. High temperature, headaches, aching all over, the most horrendous cough and sore throat. I don't want to talk. I don't want to eat.
On top of that I finally went to the docs between Christmas and New Year to find out why I have been feeling so awful for the last couple of months. Turns out my blood pressure is pretty high and I've now been put on medication and have been having to go back once a week to monitor it. Started off on 1.25mg of medication, which was then doubled to 2.5mg last week and yesterday that was then doubled again to 5mg! It explains why I was feeling so awful but not why I'm suffering with it - I blame my mother - it's bound to be an hereditary thing, isn't it?
So at the moment I'm sitting here feeling like, well, you can imagine and trying to build up the energy to sort out some page kits for the crop tomorrow. But thinking that maybe I shouldn't waste the energy because if I'm still feeling like this it will be more likely that I will go, teach and then come right home.
If it behaves anything like Harriet's then I *should*, in theory, start to feel a little better as the day wears on. We can but hope. I hate feeling like this. I feel so apathetic. Ugh. Horrid.
As I've been nagged, I'm posting a sneak peek of the class I'm teaching this Saturday (20th January) at PaperArts. And it is only a peek as it's just about a 2" square of the layout. Mean aren't I? LOL. We'll be using the scrummy Blush papers from BasicGrey.
Fancy doing a little project? Fancy using up some of your own stash? The fantabulous Shimelle is doing a mini-book project AND, because that's the kind of gal she is, it's FREE! Yup, free. So get on over there, grab the badge and sit back and wait for Friday
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