here comes the summer

this afternoon I've been pogoing round the living room to listening to *noisy link warning* Undertones CDs. They were the first proper band I was into. They come from the same part of the world as R, and I was wondering if him sharing an accent with my girlhood heroes was part of what attracted me to him? R comes home this evening, we are going to pick him up later. Meanwhile, my essay on the rock cycle is not getting written. I need a Mars Bar.

Ah well, if I don't get my degree in maths, physics and bionics, I am considering alternative career options. Inspired by heavy metal belly dancer Tazina, perhaps I could be come a punk rock belly dancer. Hmmm, maybe Rachid Taha has vacancies ...

16 days!

Looking at the little count down thingy in my side-bar tells me that it's only 16 days till I do this bike ride. OMG. It's 62 miles and I haven't done over 50 in one go yet (tho' I have done 47+ twice). Ah well, it's all for charidee I s'pose. Just better make sure I get some biking in between now and then. We're going away for a week but hopefully we will hire bikes and spend a day cycling.

in touch with my inner primate

O and I have got hair bugs. Again. So it's out with the nit comb and the leave-in conditioner. There is something strangely satisfying about spending half an hour combing and grooming one's offspring.

Although in the wild, I suspect mummy orangutans don't keep the kids quiet with a Power Rangers video while they do it.


Awwww. Just never call them monkeys ...

my baby takes the morning plane

Up early yesterday to take R to the airport, for his flight to Brazil. It was a hell of a long trip - 17 hours with 2 changes - he probably worked his way through all of the new sudoku puzzle book I gave him for the trip on the way. But he got there safely in the end - we had a quick email from him this morning.



So O and I are on our own for a week. I'm trying to work and study and get stuff ready for our holiday next week and feed O and all that stuff. I have no idea how people manage who have to be parents on their own all day every day for ever. The thought of doing if for longer than a week scares me. Respect to single parents everywhere!

O informed me today that he is a 'dude'. I can't join his dude gang. To be a dude you have to wear shades, like rock 'n' roll music, be a daredevil and be a boy.

an important message for everyone

leaves me plenty of scope

other news in brief: R is getting ready to go Brazil, I am mad busy with work and course work, and R is addicted to playing SuperMario on his Gameboy. OK back to work now ...

when I grow up I want to be

Back from summer skool, had a fantastic time. Did lots of science, met lots of interesting people and saw some lovely rocks. But now I have work to do for that course on top of all the course work I was already behind with before I went. Which means no more time to blog for now, boo.