I want to be that mother who can stand up and say I am a strong confident mother and I know what is best for my children. We breastfeed and co sleep, We listen, We include, We eat chocolate and snot smoothies, we trampoline and grow frogs, we sling, we carry and we try and understand and work with our children without resorting to punishments, threats or coercion.

Sunday, 4 January 2015

Back To The Future is NOW!

Back to the Future is a firm favourite in our home. We call it BackFutu because these were the only letter stickers available to label my recorded 'video' of the film. 

I've loved these films since I was a kid so I'm quite excited by the date fast approaching!!

Hubby and I watched the second one this evening (we have it on DVD now!) and we made a list in order of seeing them....

Here is what should be made by October 21st 2015 or already exist:-

Flying DeLorean
Sleep zapper
Self sizing clothes
Accurate weather service 
3D advert 
Robotic gas station attendant
Talking adverts
TV waiter
@Mattel Hoverboard
Self drying clothes
Watches with two straps 

Drone camera - already exists!!

Electronic binoculars - already exists!!

Litter bug moving trash can
Thumb print ID from police

Thumb print recognition door entry - already exists!!

Projector screen tv - already exists!!

Upside down back stretcher 
Retractable Garden fruit system
Thumb print payment system
Voice activated TV
Voice activated greeting system
Self walking dog flying drone
Black and decker food hydrator Rehydrating pizza from miniature 

Glasses to watch tv on - already exists!!

Glasses to answer phone 

Two ties ensemble

Video chat - already exists!!

Internet surveillance - already exists!!

Electronic ID signature machine

Well let's get busy gadget making people.......!!!

#BackToTheFuture #2015 #21stOctober #Hoverboard

Wednesday, 10 December 2014

Beware: Computer scam


On phone to them just now. Keeping them talking. Asking about his kids, he told me he had a kid of 6 and them I asked him if his mother knows he does this job. I them asked if he was married and if his wife liked him doing this job, he wavered here and wasn't sure how to answer (I'm betting she doesn't like it) and them I said his mother must be so proud of him scamming people like this. He kept denying he was scamming me. I then said he didn't care about his heritage by using an English name when he was in India and didn't he care about scamming a mother of three.  Was on for 20 mins and was making porridge for kids, talking them through making kale crisps and talking to him at same time. Also been googling what he's asking me to do. What a scammer!

 I then asked him to hold on whilst I breastfed my kid!

He eventually gave up saying if I didn't believe him we should stop the call and he hung up on me!!!



They ask you to sit at your PC and click START > RUN > then type "CMD" (command) into the RUN box. This opens up a black box on the screen, which older PC users may recognise as the DOS window. 
In the DOS window they ask you to type "ASSOC" and hit Rtn and a long list of stuff comes up on the screen. 

They ask you to look near the bottom of the list for the letters "CLSID" and explain that this is a unique identification number known only by the manufacturer of the operating system. 
They then read out a number and ask you if it matches the one on the screen in front of you, which of course it does. 
The complete line looks like this: ZFSendToTarget=CLSID\{888DCA60-FC0A-11CF-8F0F-00C04FD7D062}
and they read out this number: 888DCA60-FC0A-11CF-8F0F-00C04FD7D062

This is all to get your trust and make you think that they are a support company and that they have the information about your computer, they don't, this number is the same on every Windows based operating system released in recent years. 

I don't know what happens after this but I have read elsewhere that they are trying to get you to allow them remote access to your PC via the likes of LogMeIn or other means. This could be for various reason like charging you for the "work" they have done or installing software on you PC. 

Thursday, 30 October 2014

Food food glorious.....fuck off

I've had it up to here ^^^ with the girls and their ridiculous food fussiness, I'm sick of making food that doesn't get eaten or refusing foods they ate only the other day or eating the same crappy pasta, waffles or veggie sausages. 

So yesterday, when they came home from school I said this is what's going to happen. We are going to walk the dog then when we come back, there will be no tv (another contentious issue) and I'm taking each of you into the kitchen and you are going to make your dinner, with my help. Well Ellie decided she wanted pasta (*sigh*) and a tomato based sauce which she opened splattered all over the kitchen and ate half of before changing her mind and going for pesto. So she folks her pasta, adds chopped tomato and goes off happily. Maia decides she wants chips and mini waffles, I can't persuade her to add anything to it, so it's done. She lies on the floor in the kitchen waiting for ten mins to pass, turns them over, then waits some more. All good. Perhaps?

Today I tried the same approach. Millie wanted scrambled eggs. She will usually eats whatever I make and loves to help make it so she is not a problem. Maia says she wants scrambled eggs too but just as I'm spooning it onto the plate she changes her mind and walks away. I call her several times that her lunch is in the table but she ignores me. I go into the living room and say 'why are you ignoring me, that just makes me really upset. Your lunch is on the table'. She eats a few mouthfuls and says she is full. Rileydog is happy. 

Ellie comes into the kitchen and says she doesn't like this new way. She wants waffles. I ask her to get them and put the oven on. She hasn't done it so far. 

Im at a loss with what to do. I hate standing in the kitchen with literally no clue what to make only to have it not eaten. I thought they would enjoy spending the time with me doing cooking stuff but seriously my kids are on a lazy town making mummy crazy path and there's no stopping them.

I'm sick of being treated like the skivvy. I'm sick of being ignored. I'm sick of being under appreciated. I'm sick of having to shout at them before they hear me and I'm sick of them still ignoring me even when I am shouting at them. Most of all I'm sick of my behaviour always directly affecting theirs. Can't I be in a mood without them reacting to it. I hate the pressure. I have to be calm and rational when they kick off!!

Suffice to say things are a bit of a mess down this way just now and I'm flailing. 

Meltdowns - instantaneous at the moment

Losing the plot - sarcasm switch needs breaking 

Breastfeeding - OMFG leave me alone 

Wednesday, 29 October 2014

All about the bass

It's all about that mummy
'Bout that mummy, not daddy
It's all about that mummy
'Bout that mummy, not daddy
It's all about that mummy
'Bout that mummy, not daddy
It's all about that mummy
'Bout that mummy

Yeah, it's pretty clear, I ain't no size two
But I can shake it, shake it
Like I'm supposed to do
'Cause I got that boob boob that all my babies chase
And all the right milk in all the right places

It's all about that mummy
'Bout that mummy, not daddy
It's all about that mummy
'Bout that mummy, not daddy
It's all about that mummy
'Bout that mummy, not daddy
It's all about that mummy
'Bout that mummy

...rest to be thought about when I have a chance....

Saturday, 25 October 2014

Scary? Spooky? FUN!!!

I'm delighted the girls knew where the Halloween decorations were amongst the half unpacked boxes from moving in and the half packed boxes from moving out. I was going to give it a miss this year. I'm usually all up for it and love it more than them but I wasn't in the mood to search. I'm not really in the mood for any of it. The costumes. The sweetie buying. The going out. I'm psyching myself up to get on with it just for the girls sake. 

The decorations can't be hung from the ceilings as in previous years as we can't risk anything that would cause the landlord to have a conniption fit and charge us for supposed damage. So we stuck them to windows and other surfaces of furniture that's ours. I think it's less cool not hanging down over their heads, but they don't seem to mind.  It also resulted in a wee arts and crafts time as the girls made some more to add to the collection.

Part of me still gets a horrible flashback to the Halloween where social services turned up to assess us over some ridiculous nonsense and made veiled references to the decorations being too scary and were they perhaps a bit grown up for them!! I practically laughed in their faces. Halloween = Scary decorations!!!!! Well it does in our home where the girls love scary and freaky and all things spooooooooky!!

I was pleased we found and did them because I feel it's important that things carry on the way they always have to give the girls security and continuity and enjoyment amidst the chaos and uncertainty. 

The girls are happily playing werepuppy and puppyghosts amidst their supply decorations. It's all good!

Meltdowns - increasing
Losing the Plot - so so hard to hold it in
Breastfeeding - she is cutting down, I'm noticing it!!!

Friday, 24 October 2014

Perhaps. Perhaps. Perhaps.

Once upon a time there was a story. The worlds a mess. Everything's a mess. We're all fucked. The internet shows us every last bit of it. It shows us all the time for everything and everyone. There's too many all the time all at once. It's too much to heal. It's too much to fix. Everyone. Everywhere. Fucked. Flood the internet with bullshit flowers or bullshit poems or bullshit art or bullshit. All to cover up the mess. 

Once upon a time there was a story. The news is full of stories. The stories are read. The news is over. Yesterday's stories are today's chips. The story is told. The story is forgotten. The end.

We probably have a home to move in to! A really cool one with an amazing garden. It's not dream home location, it might cost a small fortune to heat and it needs a fireplace. I know I'm fortunate. I know I should be ecstatic but I'm scared to be happy. You know, just in case it all goes bolloxed again. 

So let the packing commence.

Meltdowns - coming from all fucking angles 
Losing the plot - head exploding gut wrenching
Breastfeeding - aaaaarrrggghhhh!!