Hahaha- The other night after Kynans park birthday, and the kids had been bathed and fed- they sat down to watch Matilda.
Tivi used to have the movie and she watched it intently, but she never understood it the way she does now. She said that was her favourite part of the whole day- after a party with a ballerina dress, lollies and cake and a pinata- her favourite was watching Matilda.
She was fascinated when i told her, that it was a book before it was a movie- and the same person who wrote Matilda also wrote Charlie and the Chocolate factory, and Fantastic Mr fox- and was overall, probably my favourite out of all writers. Ever. Roald Dahl is legendary. Don't ever forget that. HE DA MAN! haha (on a sidenote, whenever my kids declare something is broken, and i fix it for them, i ask upon returning the repaired object- Who's the Man?? - and they always look a little confused but by default say You mum, you da man. Hahaha- once when i could not fix something and returned it to Che still in pieces he declared factually You are NOT da man mum!! gawddDaaaaaaaaammnit.I love being da man!)
Anyway, i love Miss Trunchbull she's one of my favourite villians, along with Mother Gothal from Tangled and Voldemort. Haha okay i dont really like Voldemort, i only like the fact that i can say his name without gasping and writhing in horror. He who shall not be named indeed! I scoff at this.
Umm all the above gibberish is because that quote from Matilda was remembered when i sat down to do this blog. I'm having Difficulty focussing. Haha i know its a loose tie to everything else, but difficulty is what i'm having.
DUring the day i half try to remember things to write down, and sometimes i start these mega awesome sentences but alas, when i sit down- i find i've forgotten everything!!
Cept that i have awesome people on my facebook, who always say the nicest things. It is always awesome to get a message from someone who is happy and full of sunshiney thoughts and generous smiles to share with me. So thank you all, esspecially to the lovely messages/comments from Candice and Aunty Verena and Rose-mary. And all of you silent smiling other folks who i know love me anyway but for some emotionally retarded reason can't express this publically. Hahahaha... kidding i know i am surrounded by amazing people with big hearts and warm thoughts, yes i know... you dont have to say it out loud. I hear you.
Haha and Dani give me your email address, you can be my next Guest blogger. You blog hog who won't share with me. Write upon this here illustrious masterpiece and claim your entire day of fame. My legions of shy but loyal readers will welcome you with their attentive attention, haha my 3 subscribers will hark upon your words once notified that words have been written. Come, share in the warmth of this open accepting place i have created, and spew forth your uncensored thoughts.
Haha... Zanes back tonight and snoring away and i will go join him now.
We rushed through dinner and i forgot once again to ask them about their favourite parts of today. I somehow suspect that it would be eating sundaes and shaker fries at the airport while waiting for daddys plane to come in... haha even though i told Tivi off for spilling everything onto the table... gahh
Haha theres another thing, i need to stop being impatient with these little creatures of mine. They are but small and forgetful in the ways of the world.
I promise Children i will work harder to choose my words better, to encourage you to do well, rather than admonish you to do right.
My apologies, i'm still learning how to do this Job, since its description and responsibilities are constantly changing.
Tomorrow we will learn more about THEY and hear less about "i" sorry about the scattered nature of this post.
Zane said he will blog for you all too- about his adventures in the land of the long white cloud and various other things. So hold onto your computer seats!
This has been Tuesday. The 13th of September, i know its dated otherwise up there. But it lies. IT LIES! haha see you on the flipside G's.
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