More goodies today.
The wondrous Pari at cre8buzz has glammed young Barbara up even more.
Shhhh, isn’t she just darn lovely?
I have to whisper though, as her ego has grown so much since her makeover that she has started pecking at my hair if she thinks it’s not neat enough, and keeps hurling lippy at me if I’ve not put my face on.
Pari also introduced me to Sidney, the magical donkey who can turn vain ostriches into rabbits, so I’m hoping that putting his picture here may keep Barbara in line…
It’s good to have guests, even if they are a donkey and a rabbit, as I have a few awards to bestow on some fabulous people.
Firstly the lovely Alasdair at Man About the House has given me my second Nice Matters Award (hope your blof gets better soon Alasdair).
Does that mean I’m extra, extra nice?
Or just that he doesn’t know many nice people??
Hmmm, I think I’ll go with the first.
Anyway, I think almost everyone I know has this award so I’ll try not to double up you lot.
You all deserve it as you’re all fantastically nice in so many ways.
So this little bit of bloggy bling goes to:Mad Goat Lady who may have this award already as she’s fab, but who hasn’t got one displayed on her blog so I took a chance.
And, An English Mum who is very ‘nice’, and has had a crappy day so needs cheering up.
Enjoy ladies. You are very nice and not nasty.
Next I received a beautiful Blogging Star Award from the gorgeous, hilarious, splendiferous and fandabydozey (Ohh brings back memories, I really though Jimmy Krankie was a little boy), Leendaluu at Wit’s End who said she gave me this award because of my sense of humour and also because she loves my Ostrich.
Shhhhh, don’t tell Barbara.
She’ll be impossible to live with.
She also says that every time she sees a slug it makes her think of me.
Isn’t that lovely?
So I’m passing this on to Rotten Correspondent, Jen , Mya, 21st Century Mummy, Cami, bellevelma and
Corey because you all rock my blogging world. You are generous, fun, caring, inspiring, creative and hilarious.
So there.
Ok, next we have a meme from 21st Century Mummy who wants me to post about my post.
She had some lovely items in her real life mail box on Saturday, and wanted me to share with the blogosphere what I got on Saturday too.
Fantastically, aside from the usual bills I got this…
Isn’t it lovely?
It says,
We’ve been saving yours till we had something really good to say…but ummm.
We don’t have much….
Tequila ran dry. Make sure the leopard doesn’t eat you!
-Camikaos (This is the bit in black.)Hey-where did you guys get all those extra “u”’s? - Mielikki
(This is the bit in blue.)
Hee hee.
This is a drunken postcard from the usually articulate Miss Cami and her lovely cousin Mielikki.
Cami has done this before, remember?
But I think she was sober then.
I’m not sure if you can tell from this postcard, but Cami and Mielikki were obviously very organized when they did this as they must have written the address before starting on the tequila as it was all very clear and neat…
I’m so impressed.
Otherwise I fear my postcard happiness would not have happened and I would have been left posting about my interesting letter from the Halifax and about changes to Virgin’s call charges, oh joy.
More worrying, a little old lady called Betty living in Macclesfield might have received this very scary leopard which Cami seems more than a little afraid of, and be wondering how Cami and Mielikki got her address and what they want from her.
So, my real life post was this postcard from a couple of drunken harlots blog princesses, and it made me smile, and it allowed me to write this meme too.
Perfect.
Phew, I’m nearly done now.
I’ll just share this conversation I had with Miss M today after another foray into body art…
Me: “M what’s that on you leg?”
Miss M: “It lello mummy.”
Me: “Hmmm, and how did the yellow get there?”
Miss M: “Da other M did it, da naughty M.”
Me: “M, there’s only one M. You’re my M aren’t you, and sometimes you do good stuff and sometimes you do naughty stuff, right? Did you draw on your leg M?”
Miss M: “No.”
Me: “Well who did? Who drew on your leg sweetie?”
Miss M: “E did it.”
OH MY GOD, SHE LIED!!!!!!
Hee hee.
But it was cute so I let her off.
(Bad Mummy.)
Later, I was telling Mr B about it over dinner.
When I got to the bit where I asked her who did it, she looked at her big sister, then looked solemly at her daddy, and do you know what her answer was this time?
Miss M: “Mummy.”
Hmmm, I will be much firmer next time.
You’re very right. After one drink but before any others we carefully filled in all the addresses. Then drinking ensued…
cheers.
Thanks Jo! Definitely cheered me up!
They catch on quick with the old blame thing, eh?! I now have hilarious image of you doodling on your daughters legs! Like they’d ever sit still long enough!
oh and also, thank you.
Aw, thanks, Jo! That’s so sweet of you. After an all-day bout with “morning sickness” (why do they call it that if it lasts all day?), that made me smile. At least yellow highlighter doesn’t show up as much as black permanent marker.
Cami you are welcome. I love your postcards.
Englishmum, maybe tomorrow I will doodle on her legs…no, that would be wrong wouldn’t it.
Oh, I love the Miss M story! Have I ever told you about the time one of my two year olds drew in pencil on the wall. I asked who had done this, but neither offered up (no surprise) so I brought both two year olds over to where the writing was and calmly, but firmly explained that we were to write on paper and not walls. Later that day one of the two year olds was running his fingers over the writing and I though, aha, admiring your work are you? When the other came over and squealed while pushing him out of the way, NO, MINE! And the culprit was discovered!
Thanks, Jo! And hey, maybe Miss M has a future as a tattoo artist. Do you get the show’s Miami Ink or LA Ink where you live? Those folks are pretty famous now!
LOL miss M is killing me!
oh and thank you thank you thank you for the award. I have a big old shiny smile on my face.
Ahhh Jen I am so sorry for your all day bucket hugging.
Hope that bit ends soon sweetie.
Hee hee Mrs Weasley, the guilty returning to the scene of the crime.
Belle we don’t have those programmes yet, but I bet we will soon. I’ll look out for them. LOL.
Corey, you are welcome sweetie. Smiles are good.
Hi Jo
glad the post card made it to you, and not the little old lady. If only you’d heard the discussion we had over the big kitty before we mailed it to you,
Cami: is that meat in its jaws?
me, no, it’s a tree branch
Cami: it looks like meat
me:well, it’s a tree branch. Have another drink.
I am proud to be either a drunken harlot (the boyfriends choice) or a blog princess (my choice!)
ooh all the lauds! gorgeous and splendiferous and whatever…it’s going to my head and making me all giddy. And, tell Barbara if she doesn’t treat you right, you’ll be shipping her off to America where Leendaluu’s hens will take ‘er ‘ighness down a notch and make ‘er find slugs in the garden, we will. We’re nasty little bastards over here (and that doesn’t count George Bush).
Mighty fearsome, we think.
Thank you for the award Jo, I love it and will polish it daily. and congratulations on being doubly nice
Love the postcard from Camikaos…hee hee drunk postcards, I must try that some time! Miss M telling fibs eh, she’s got the survival instinct sorted. That’s good! I remember my eldest saying that he hadn’t eaten the chocolate cake when the evidence was all around his mouth ;-D
ha ha, your kids are so funny! I got given the nice award the other day but am feeling a bit weird about it - nice just doesn’t sit well on my shoulders
I’m loving Miss M, sounds suspiciously like my pickle. In our house “It was Felix (her future husband) “is her answer ANYTIME anything goes wrong. Even when he hasn’t been near for days.
Mielikki, love the drunken conversation. LOL.
Leendaluu I have passed your message on to Barbara and she has lost a little of her swagger thank God. Apaarently Ostriches are quite scared of chickens…Who knew??
Farmers Wife you are ‘nice’ whether you like it or not. You’re ‘nice’ to people at the buzz, you’re nice to Litte Moo, your cows and your dog.
I think ‘nice’ doesn’t have to mean namby-pamby, walk all over me, I give flowers to strangers nice, but just a basically good person.
So you are nice.
Picklesmum, hee hee. Good to know she’s got her future husband in his place already. ;-D
Jo!
Thanks so much for the award - you’re a sweetie, and no mistaking.
Mya x
Mya, you are welcome dwahling.
She is clearly destined to become an American politician.
Just what I needed after pajama day - a fabulous award. Thank you sweetie…you shouldn’t have. (That doesn’t mean you can take it back).
Are drunken postcards sort of like drunken blogging? Or drunken comment posting?
Aha…things are starting to make sense.
The worst thing about not having kids is not having anyone else to blame stuff on. It’s either the cats or Alzheimer’s. And Mr. Pi doesn’t believe me whichever excuse I use. And I’m too old for invisible friends too.
Am enjoying the adventures of Miss M and Miss E quite a bit!
Susan, Amerian or Brit, they’re all the same I think.
RC glad you are feeling better today.
I’ve never written a truly drunken post as I’m not sure I can type when inebriated. (I think that may be spelt wrong…)
Maybe one night we should all agree to post having had 3 glasses of wine or beer and see what happens…
Hmmmm.
Hi PixelPi welcome.
Hope you’re enjoying Cre8buzz.
Glad you’re also enjoying Misses E and M. They make me smile every day, but then I’m sure all kids do.
I think both the excuses you use are valid.
Could you add wine, aliens, ghosts to the list??
Every little helps right?
They always turn on mom. I swear!
LOL Lori.
I think you could be right.
Bugger.
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