Firstly, I can’t promise that I’ll give this post my whole attention, because there are cowboys on my TV. Cowboys, wearing chaps and riding bucking creatures. In all honesty, I’m writing this post in the ad breaks, spending the rest of the time staring at the chaps.
And the bums. Let’s not forget the bums.
Yes. I do have a small thing for cowboys. Shush.
It’s also pouring with rain, so I’m not even able to hear the cowboys properly. That might be a good thing though.
Anyway.
Updates:
I spent all day baking, levelling and freezing the layers for my BIL’s wedding cake. It was fun. I miss baking with proper flours and not having to weigh and measure and count 4 different types of flour to make things work.
Now I’ll I’ve got to do is make a ganache (a few days before), make some buttercream, source a large cake platter and get a giant list written up of things to do.
My children are sick. Snotty and grotty and I’m fairly sure Isaac is cutting another tooth. I’m sleep deprived. But then, that’s what I get for calling my blog Sleepless Nights.
I’ve also been writing an awful lot. Like, submerging myself in the writing until I dream my characters and spend hours having imaginary conversations inside my head. It’s not made me a great mother or partner that’s for sure.
I was thinking last night: Bravery is sticking your nipple back in the baby’s mouth once you’ve been bitten. That? Takes balls. Isaac is going through a bitey nibbley stage. He’s also spending a lot of time crawling up to me just to lick my leg or arm, and he loves licking my laptop, so I’ll suggest that these teeth are the problem. Either that or he just likes tasting things.
‘OOH! LOOK! A BATHTUB! SOME WATER! AN APPLE! A SHOE! YUM!!!’
He does everything at high volume too, just like his sister.
Tomorrow we have a Memorial being held by the Palliative Care people here. It’s going to be shit. I’m taking a box of tissues. Think of me at 3pm EST. Or you know, in about 18.5 hours.
And that ends my updatey time post. Sorry about the drivel.
But you know, chaps and cowboys and stuff.
Comments
15 responses to “Catching up”
hmmmm, cowboys….
Wait, wait… im sure there was more to this post than cowboys… something about cake maybe, no, chaps! Cowboys in chaps! FTW!!
It’s rugby players for me!
I’ll be thinking of you for the next 18 hours love, I hope it’s ok.
mmmmm…….I can completely appreciate a nice pair of Wranglers, add the chaps and ‘scuse me while I wipe away the drool!!
You will be in my thoughts during the memorial. Just remember to breathe………..
Hope tomorrow goes ok. Yay for being organised and having cake layers done and in the freezer.
“Bums” aren’t so hot here. They’re the unemployed guys with the “will work for food” signs on the corner. 😛
Thinking of you right now and saying a little prayer.
Mmmm cowboys… I may not have taken in any of the rest of the post but I did read it, honest… cowboys… mmmm….
*hugs* for tomorrow hun x
mmm.. cowboys.
hope you get some sleep and the kids are feeling better..
thinking of you tomoz hun.
hugs.
Thinking of you.
every gal secretly loves a cowboy I think.
Take care Veronica.
Seems I’m not the only one with a thing for cowboys. There’s been a few cowboy movies on tv lately, I like to think I’m responsible for this, since I emailed the tv program page about the serious lack of westerns. I’ve been wanting to buy some too, but there’s not much available in the shops. It’s all modern stuff…
Hope the Memorial went okay, it’s 4pm here now, so it’ll be over.
Yay on the cake. I love ganache.
Oh yea. I understand the cowboy thing. Wonder if Mr. Hot would appreciate it if I bought him chaps for Christmas?
I like to think I’m responsible for this, since I emailed the tv program page about the serious lack of westerns.thanks…
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