As WWE is the thing of the moment, he received figures, books, jamas and even knickers featuring his favourite wrestlers. I had hoped to get a WWE type of cake but unfortunately that didn’t pan out (Amanda if you’re reading, I tried to do through the contact bit on your website, did you not get it?) so I went down the run to Asda jobbie and found a Monkey.
Isnt he lovely?
He has sparklers in his head, how pretty. And now?
He’s a dead monkey. Wiped the smile of his face. Ben had a lovely time and once again, I was too stupid to take a photo of the most important bit, the birthday boy himself.
Ben is attempting to get enough wrestlers to be able to hold his own 40 man Royal Rumble. He’s not far off and his obsession grows weekly. So much so during a period of time when he was banned from playing on his X box he decided to make his own version of a monopoly board, but instead featuring wrestlers as property to buy. He started off with one huuuuge piece of paper as his board that he painstakingly drew the places on and started to make the mortgage cards required.
He was struggling with the floppiness of his ‘board’ so it started with me suggesting that we perhaps found him a large piece of card to use instead. Then, because I do lots of things using powerpoint, not only at work, but at home (my cards start as images I turn into decoupage sheets on powerpoint) I suggested perhaps he might enjoy making the spaces on the computer, finding images (copyright free of course) from google so that his spaces and mortgage cards had pictures of the wrestlers in question. So he did.
He spent lots of evenings (because his xbox ban was considerable) making boxes, picking colours and finding photos to use. The idea grew and grew until we ended up with a mountboard board, little monopoly money personalised with WWE on, and the equivalent chance and community chest cards but for the WWE world.
Looks good doesn’t it? Better do, I spent hours cutting out the squares, precision pritt sticking them to the mountboard and another few hours cutting up the tiny bank notes.
The downside to his obsession is his need to try and wrestle with anyone and everyone. Couple of bank holiday weekends ago we decided to go for a picnic. Me, Granny, Betsy, Benj, Auntie Billybob, DanDan the Camouflage man and Chloe his little girl. Oh and poppy of course. Two picnic hampers, bunch of rugs and we parked ourselves in Cringle Park, Stockport.
You just wont win...
Yes, you have to ask yourself why, on a day that was 400 degrees, clearly dressed for the sun, was she wrapped in a blanket with woolly socks on. Because she’s on the cusp of teenagerdom which means I don’t understand ¾ of the stuff she does these days.
So, the Royal Wedding bank holiday came around. Another lovely sunny day. Silverpop came to visit armed with wood, skill and a dog in order to start the production of guinea pig palace. Which reminds me, does anyone want 4 very lovely guinea pigs? Cause clearly their pig mum Betsy has developed ‘out of sight, out of mind’ now that they live in their outside home. Anyway. The pigs were to be homed in the little chicken coop, complete with nesting box bedrooms, loft access lounge area and steps to private gardens.
Sort of. Problem being that although for a few months each pair of pigs has been conscious of the others, being in a two up two down sort of way in their house hutches, and Im presuming have chatted on several occasions, when all four were put in the same place, a pig free for all commenced. Ive never seen a truly nowty pig before. Actually that’s not really fair, it was mostly two pigs, one from each pair going at it while the other two squashed next to each other in a corner going ‘OMG have you seen them two, what on earth is their problem’. Poppet really really took offence at being put with Peanut, started to play the Im THE pig game and Peanut flipped. In the end she was going so mad she was biting everyone, including her best mate in pig frustration so back they went, their separate ways and the whole coop idea had to be re-thought. So that’s where we were that Royal Wedding bank, me waffling round trying to pretend I knew how to work the new gas BBQ,
So my Royal Wedding conclusions are these
1. Quite disappointed with the wedding dress – oddly normal, was hoping for something completely outrageous that we could laugh at. She looked delightful and classy.
2. Got over that quite quickly having seen the outfits of the two Yorkie girls, specially them napper covers. Had my laugh then instead.
3. Didn’t think queenie carried off the yellow so well. Shes a bit pale, needed a stronger colour in my mind. Maybe a union jack dress, a la ginger spice.
4. William got bored very early on, probably due to not much sleep the night before having been tied naked to Buck Palace gates by his crazy, James Hewitt lookalike brother. Watched him almost fall asleep during the service – made obvious by the fast blinking which you always do to try and trick yourself that you aren’t going to crash out at any moment.
5. Disappointed that some lip reader somewhere didn’t catch Harry saying something wildly inappropriate at the altar as Kate approached.
6. How funny was it that Camilla didn’t quite know where to stand when she arrived. Thought she looked nice though.
7. Disappointed that Wills wasn’t caught singing ‘God save our gracious granny’ during the national anthem.
So overall theme, disappointed. Cept I do like my bunting.
The bank holiday Monday that followed was pretty much a carbon copy of the Friday, Silverpop came back to complete pig palace, I waffled about doing some cleaning and Bethany wore a sun dress and fur lined winter boots…
I don’t know why I was surprised with the ensemble once again, we recently went to buy her some shorts for our upcoming holiday (more later) and she asked if she could wear tights with them. This from the girl who rolls her school skirt waist bands so high you can almost see her breakfast. She’s guarding the chicken skewers there, by the Monday Id sussed the BBQ.
Had a knock at the door and it was the tree man that recently topped next doors conifer hedge from around 100 million feet to door height. I love tree man because it means that we now actually get some light into our garden. He’d put a note through asking if we wanted something doing to our tall tree at the front, which I did, and I was going to phone him later that week. Turned out he was bored during the bank holiday and was looking for something to do. So, he said he could take off 15-16 feet, I said ok and five minutes later, came back with his tree truck. Before he started, I walked across the road to take a before photo – didn’t actually realise it was this big until I looked at it like this!
Didn’t take him long, he made it look very natural but its still too big and still needs more taking off that is hanging on the roof. It’s a start though.
Pig palace was completed and the girls thrown in to see their reaction.
That’s Pudding there, tootling around the lounge area. You can just about see the ramps through the little holes that lead to the run area. Initially they couldn’t get to grip with them, literally, so silverpop made the all important alterations, grippers and side and now all but Patootie race up and down them, click clacking as they go. The idea is that at some point we may be able to remove the wire divider there and they will all live in harmony. We’ll see.
I think that’s me just about caught up with April now. May is proving to be complicated with a new kitchen to design and order, various plumbing changes (the house, not me!), electrical alternations and joinery work to be done. All at the same time. Good job I love a challenge.
And after all that? He played it once for about 15 minutes.
The downside to his obsession is his need to try and wrestle with anyone and everyone. Couple of bank holiday weekends ago we decided to go for a picnic. Me, Granny, Betsy, Benj, Auntie Billybob, DanDan the Camouflage man and Chloe his little girl. Oh and poppy of course. Two picnic hampers, bunch of rugs and we parked ourselves in Cringle Park, Stockport.
Where upon Ben learnt lesson number one….
And even if you wait until she’s settled down , eaten and doesn’t notice you creeping up, you still wont win…
Silly Benj.
Doesn’t it look that way though? Need big forceps for that one. Ben isn’t the only weird child Ive produced….
Yes, you have to ask yourself why, on a day that was 400 degrees, clearly dressed for the sun, was she wrapped in a blanket with woolly socks on. Because she’s on the cusp of teenagerdom which means I don’t understand ¾ of the stuff she does these days.
So, the Royal Wedding bank holiday came around. Another lovely sunny day. Silverpop came to visit armed with wood, skill and a dog in order to start the production of guinea pig palace. Which reminds me, does anyone want 4 very lovely guinea pigs? Cause clearly their pig mum Betsy has developed ‘out of sight, out of mind’ now that they live in their outside home. Anyway. The pigs were to be homed in the little chicken coop, complete with nesting box bedrooms, loft access lounge area and steps to private gardens.
Sort of. Problem being that although for a few months each pair of pigs has been conscious of the others, being in a two up two down sort of way in their house hutches, and Im presuming have chatted on several occasions, when all four were put in the same place, a pig free for all commenced. Ive never seen a truly nowty pig before. Actually that’s not really fair, it was mostly two pigs, one from each pair going at it while the other two squashed next to each other in a corner going ‘OMG have you seen them two, what on earth is their problem’. Poppet really really took offence at being put with Peanut, started to play the Im THE pig game and Peanut flipped. In the end she was going so mad she was biting everyone, including her best mate in pig frustration so back they went, their separate ways and the whole coop idea had to be re-thought. So that’s where we were that Royal Wedding bank, me waffling round trying to pretend I knew how to work the new gas BBQ,
and running in and out of the front room for a what on earth is she wearing update, Silverpop building a divider down the middle of pig palace
and Poppy pretending she's a person
See my bunting? That was my effort towards the wedding, that and some bunting at the front of the house…
Theres a Benj and a Poppy in the window there. See that tree? Its massive, more about that in a sec. I thought it looked quite jolly, specially seeing as we were the only house in the square to make an effort.
So my Royal Wedding conclusions are these
1. Quite disappointed with the wedding dress – oddly normal, was hoping for something completely outrageous that we could laugh at. She looked delightful and classy.
2. Got over that quite quickly having seen the outfits of the two Yorkie girls, specially them napper covers. Had my laugh then instead.
3. Didn’t think queenie carried off the yellow so well. Shes a bit pale, needed a stronger colour in my mind. Maybe a union jack dress, a la ginger spice.
4. William got bored very early on, probably due to not much sleep the night before having been tied naked to Buck Palace gates by his crazy, James Hewitt lookalike brother. Watched him almost fall asleep during the service – made obvious by the fast blinking which you always do to try and trick yourself that you aren’t going to crash out at any moment.
5. Disappointed that some lip reader somewhere didn’t catch Harry saying something wildly inappropriate at the altar as Kate approached.
6. How funny was it that Camilla didn’t quite know where to stand when she arrived. Thought she looked nice though.
7. Disappointed that Wills wasn’t caught singing ‘God save our gracious granny’ during the national anthem.
So overall theme, disappointed. Cept I do like my bunting.
The bank holiday Monday that followed was pretty much a carbon copy of the Friday, Silverpop came back to complete pig palace, I waffled about doing some cleaning and Bethany wore a sun dress and fur lined winter boots…
I don’t know why I was surprised with the ensemble once again, we recently went to buy her some shorts for our upcoming holiday (more later) and she asked if she could wear tights with them. This from the girl who rolls her school skirt waist bands so high you can almost see her breakfast. She’s guarding the chicken skewers there, by the Monday Id sussed the BBQ.
Had a knock at the door and it was the tree man that recently topped next doors conifer hedge from around 100 million feet to door height. I love tree man because it means that we now actually get some light into our garden. He’d put a note through asking if we wanted something doing to our tall tree at the front, which I did, and I was going to phone him later that week. Turned out he was bored during the bank holiday and was looking for something to do. So, he said he could take off 15-16 feet, I said ok and five minutes later, came back with his tree truck. Before he started, I walked across the road to take a before photo – didn’t actually realise it was this big until I looked at it like this!
Didn’t take him long, he made it look very natural but its still too big and still needs more taking off that is hanging on the roof. It’s a start though.
Pig palace was completed and the girls thrown in to see their reaction.
That’s Pudding there, tootling around the lounge area. You can just about see the ramps through the little holes that lead to the run area. Initially they couldn’t get to grip with them, literally, so silverpop made the all important alterations, grippers and side and now all but Patootie race up and down them, click clacking as they go. The idea is that at some point we may be able to remove the wire divider there and they will all live in harmony. We’ll see.
I think that’s me just about caught up with April now. May is proving to be complicated with a new kitchen to design and order, various plumbing changes (the house, not me!), electrical alternations and joinery work to be done. All at the same time. Good job I love a challenge.
1 comments:
I absolutely love your photo with a knife sticking out of the monkey's head! I cracked up and had to show my husband. Another note about the royal wedding; one of the commentators criticized the Queen for not singing the national anthem...what would she sing? "God save me?" Of all the people in the world, I would have thought she would be excluded from singing along since she would just look a bit conceited I think. Anyhoo, I like your writing style and think you have a great blog!
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