This and that.....and Auntie Anne

Thanks Jenn and Kim!


This arrived today and had been busted open then repacked in a huge plastic sack. EXCITING!! I can't tell you how it feels to come home and see a box or parcel or jiffy bag waiting. I won't need to tell you because you will all be getting some right back ( although can't post any more this week, rent's due and all, imagine if we end up having no home to hold the party in!! ) after 28th it will be all systems go and the rest will be on their way, I bet I have to resend Jenn's though as it looks like I just wrote 'Helen' on all the parcels...ACK!

I wanted to write about Auntie Anne today but I took a picture and either she moved or I laughed and the chances are she moved AND I laughed and it's blurry. You need a picture of Auntie Anne because you might not believe she is real if I don't out her picture up.
Auntie Anne is my mum' sister, she is 71 but I think that's how old her body is...well most of it anyway, he hips are veritable newborns, 6 months and 1 year old, they are bouncy and youn, like her personality, they are quiet though, unlike her mouth.
It is impossible to believe that mum and Anne are sisters, there is a slight resemblance in looks, more as they get older, but that is where it starts and ends.
It is unheard of, no WAS unheard of , for Jordanto be rendered speechless, today changed that.
"Jords, have you met Auntie Anne? You should meet Auntie Anne, everybody should, we will go on the way to Torquay."
We did. Auntie Anne came sprinting ( sort of, great new hips by the way)
down the hallway as we came in the house, she had on her petticoat. Just her petticoat ( and bra probably)
"HELLO!! Ooooh who are you? Blimey you're tall, how old are you? you're lovely,who's this? oh Isaac you're beautiful, hello Helen...look at me, not dressed, never mind I'm all clean"
That's Auntie Anne.
Now, lets talk about blood and genes.
My mum is a lady, she is peaceful and gentle and quiet and reserved.
I'm not. I think, when I was concieved Auntie Anne must have been out, I think I was supposed to be hers, but she was busy, or out and so I somehow got sent to my mum but with Auntie Anne's genes. I think they were watered down though because although I am like her, she's so much better at it than me.
I can talk the hind leg off a donkey but sometimes I have to breathe and sometimes I sort of know it might be best not to talk. I think the gift somehow skipped a generation because SOPHIE IS Auntie Anne, may we never be out in public with them both at the same time.
I really don't think that there is any of my mum in either Sophie or me, how did that happen?
Isaac, the child who is impossible to suss, took to her right away, he did sort of scoot past her very quickly, but he looked at her and for heaven's sake, he SPOKE TO HER! He likes her, he thinks she is funny, although he did whisper to Seth, as we met them from their car after a trip to Teignmouth, " Seff, mind that old lady, she's funny."
Seth loved her too, Eli is always a bit miffed at anyone that is at gramma's house, because he is meant to be the 'be all and end all' there and so he'll be darned if he will make a fuss of any usurper.
We had a lovely morning visit with Auntie Anne and her petticoat, no point getting dressed when we'd already seen it all, and we nearly did see it all because she showed us her scars. Fair enough, I flashed my boob scars when I first had them, so proud was I to have such pert new bosoms.
Jordan might be scarred for life but hey ho...his girlfriend caught me in my knickers last night, what goes around comes around as they say. Actually, it would have been avoidable last night, except I woke up for a wee, paddled down towards the loo and saw what I thought was Sophie going downstairs, so I stood and stared, trying to focus in the dark, by the time I realised it wasn't Sophie, she'd been startled by such a sight and ( see I AM like Auntie Anne) well, she'd seen it, she'll get over it.
Oh ballderdash, look I've told you about Auntie Anne- with no photo. Never mind, she's here for a week, there'll be more to tell I'm sure. Take it as pictures are to follow.

OH OH!! Talking of pictures, dad's brother Barry, is a photographer, today , Leah lent me a CD he made with 126 pictures of dad on it, from baby to the end....every kind of picture, nothing could be more precious and I am going to download and sort and weep and play and soon I will show you some of these wonderful pictures.

Don't forget to click on the little world in my links on the right and show me where you are. It's fun, thankyou!

Oh...for Lacey, 5 weird things about me, meme.

1. I have to have moving air on my face, always, even in winter, window open, fan on, whatever.

2. I am obsessed with smells. I worry that I smell. I smell things other people can't smell. H smells beautiful.

3. I 'click' my eyes, apparantly it looks like I could be giving a 'come on', I have to make them pop, it's my nervous tic.

4. Ha..the answer I wrote for this made even me think I was weird, you'll never know what it was!

5. I envy people with 9 or more children, I think however that 6 is enough for me, noise is my least favourite thing!!

I tag...... Claire, Julie Q and Julie Bo! You're it!