Phwoooaaarrrr rating

Real men wear red capes and leather knickers.

I base this observation wholly and solely upon viewing '300' and the depiction of King Leonidus by Gerard Butler.

He gets a 'Phwoooaaarrrrrrr' rating, plus a 'Ggrrrrrllllllllllllllllllll' too....just for good measure. (that's the character of Leonidus, not Gerard although he's quite delicious, he will change, but Leonidus will always be here for us)

The film is FANTASTIC and the cinematography, effects, etc., justify the 'epic' feel of it all. Great stuff. go get it. now.

Even with the blood, gore, 'death themes' (that's a new one for movie warnings isn't it?) and the inevitable end, I thoroughly got into this movie and the characters. So well done. LOVED the Queen of Sparta and her parting remark to her political rival. Very cool. And Xerxes, the conquering King of Persia, and invader of Sparta and Greece, is made to appear supremely awesome. Lots of great manflesh to admire all the way through, with Spartan soldiers abounding as the main characters, and even our own David Whenam (or is it Wenham? heeheheh) beefs up to become a totally believable warrior dude with impeccable Shakespearean delivery. Impressive stuff. you will enjoy.

Ah huh.

' Sometimes a little dim...'


Ah, so now it all makes perfect sense.



The week or so of 'klutzville' that I encountered. Leaving the air conditioner on all day while I was out (entering the house and thinking out loud "gee, I wonder why it's so warm in here....?"), the bumps of elbows, hips, bum, ankles, toes, hands, boobs, you name it. The general feeling like I'm in a dream state. The complete denial of the possibility. The steady weight gain in water retention over the last few weeks. An absence of blood and aches. My boobs being swollen and feeling weird.



Yep. I am pregnant with my third baby. And considering that I don't have sex very often (long story) this is a miracle child, like the other two. There are correlations with their conceptions all over the place that are either too personal to write or just don't need to be written,...

yeah...

so yup! baby, on the way. obviously meant to be, so I'm just going with the flow, no resistance, because I don't feel the need to, AND, it would accomplish nothing anyway. Baby is Here. Baby is Now. "hello little pink bunch of cells! Mummy is waving!"



I think if this one is as small as William was, (6lb4oz) and a girl, I'll call her 'Petite'. :)

A ngharshzzlppppppppt moment

Ever had one of those moments, where you are sure everythings going wrong for a very good reason?
Today I decided to vacuum the car out before anything started bearing fruit. I even vacuumed the garage mats first. I noticed the vacuum wasn't sucking as hard as it usually did, so I decided to empty out the poor thing and let it breathe a bit. And wow, when I opened the little sucker up, it was stuffed full of hair and dust and crap. Time to get a plastic bag.
I trudge to the laundry, retrieve bag.
Unclip the little plastic jug and place the lip of the jug over the edge of the bag, so it should all just tip in nicely. er hah.
All of the contents of the jug misses the bag ( how? ) and ends up as a pile on the carpet. oh yay.
But wait! (forsooth!)
What do I see amongst the hair and crap? A screw? a little black screw? like the one I spent a whole morning looking for that is actually a part of my children's Ukelele that has been mysteriously ("I didn't do it Mummy") broken for a week or so????
Why yes, it is.
Oh joy. (happiness ensues)

I fix the Ukelele and tune the little darling thing. My sisterB gave it to my lovely little daughter Charlie as a birthday gift last year, and it's quite dear to us. It's blue with Hibiscus flowers on it. V cute. and Charlie makes up songs with it, so we NEED it. :)

And so ends the tale of happy occurrences and fortunate happenings.