Supertramp - It's Raining Again

I ache!

Monday night is karate training, my family and I have been training for about two years and it's something we really enjoy. My other half trained years ago but the kids and I were total beginners; my other half started back at white belt and has since worked up to 1st kyu, I have worked up to 2nd kyu and the kids are almost at 4th kyu.

Recently I've started to help out with the kids' session before training in the adult session and last night I helped the kids out through all of their session before going at it hammer and tong in the adult session, during sparring I nearly ripped the other half's jacket. According to him I'm a 'grabber' and should probably give judo a try. Umm... I think I'll stick with karate for now although I'd love to give Iaido a try.

According to him I should also try sparring with someone else in future, I always end up sparring with him, as I'm improving and may surprise myself. I have sparred with others in the past when I've had to, including grading when I lost my balance and landed on my arse but I got up dusted myself off and carried on to receive my next belt. I just don't feel confident enough to want to spar with anyone else if that makes any sense, sparring isn't something I relish the thought of, I much prefer kata and I know I'm good at them.

Anyway a double session made me feel totally awesome last night but I'm really feeling it now! 
Same again next week? After a 5k race the day before? We'll see...

                                            I made this meme after being awarded 4th kyu

Monotony or tradition?

It's sunday afternoon and, as usual, I am cooking a roast dinner.
I can bet I am not the only person in the world doing so.

Via Google Images

Our favourite roast dinners are probably beef or pork but today it's roast chicken with bacon and mushroom stuffing, roast potatoes, yorkshire puds, green beans, sweet corn, bread sauce and gravy. Above is not one I prepared earlier!

I am a stickler for a Sunday roast, I could be hungover and knackered (although not so much over the last few years) and I would still spend hours cooking, knowing it will be enjoyed. I could probably count the amount of roast free Sundays on one hand.

However, it is not so much the cooking that I love, although it is something I enjoy and am good at, it is more what it stands for. It is the four of us sitting around at the table for at least one evening a week and having the most random and bizarre conversations with no distractions.

Some people would probably say it is rather monotonous to cook the same things every Sunday but I do love this tradition. On one hand I like some change and can adapt well to it but on the other hand I do like routine and things done in a certain way. I like the tradition of this Sunday roast.

Anthropological Mum: Thank you I'm Going Insane and I'm Taking You WIT...

I love the picture on this post, as a mum I can totally relate to it!

Anthropological Mum:
Thank you I'm Going Insane and I'm Taking You WIT...: Thank you I'm Going Insane and I'm Taking You WITH ME.

Going mobile

I installed the Blogger app onto my phone and am just testing it out...
Translation - I'm still in bed and can't be arsed to get up yet!

Update - Half hour later

I'm up and drinking coffee!

I rather like the idea of blogging on the go; I often think of ideas while I'm out and about, and usually I put them into my notes app, but I almost always forget about them by the time I get home. I have no reason to now!

How's about a piccy of my phone?

It's a Samsung Galaxy Pocket and ok it's not the best phone on the market but when my contract ran out on my HTC desire I opted for a downgrade on a cheaper tariff  and I only got a new phone because for the last year I'd been unable to charge it, swapping batteries with the other half every night for a year was an absolute pain in the arse! But, for what my phone is, it does a great job! I can still text, make calls, go on Facebook, Twitter and now Blogger, I can also check my uni page when I'm on the go too.

It's no iPhone *smirks* but I couldn't really ask for a better phone! 

I'm a terrible mother!

Watching TV with the other half, we start getting a bit peckish...

There's fish fingers in the freezer, usually saved for the kids to have, er... Not anymore!

I can't remember the last time I had a fish finger sandwich but they're so good and we've really got to have one! So by god we're going to have one!

I'll be good and replace them before the kids even realise, honest!

Out with the old...

This is my old blog
http://theviewfromthemount.wordpress.com/

I've copied a few posts over to here from there but I really can't be arsed to do anymore.
If you want to read anymore previous posts, feel free...

I will, however, finish with one of my favourite posts from my blog over there, enjoy.

(First published October 2012) 

Lost and found

Yesterday marks the fifth anniversary of my moving to "Mount Dizzy" with my kids, a day I'm not likely to ever forget.

Most of our stuff had already been moved to the house but when I left the refuge that had been our home for the last two months I still had a fair bit to carry. I'd been told by a girl at the ref that there was a bus stop about 5 minutes down the road where I could get a bus which would get us to our new home. Loaded up with bags we left, knowing we couldn't go back, for what should have been a short walk to the bus stop. Couldn't find the bus stop anywhere!

It was cold, dark, the kids were tearful and I was stressed. We stopped outside a house so I could calm down and compose myself for a couple of minutes. During this time an old lady came out of the house, saw us and asked where we were trying to get to. I explained where we were trying to get to, she said there wasn't a bus stop around but the bus we needed stopped at a bus station about 4 miles away and she insisted on driving us.  Who was I to argue?

We bundled into the car and she took us to the station. There I saw the bus we needed and, I was so relieved, got a little tearful. I couldn't help it, I'd tried to keep it together for so long. She gave my chin a friendly tap, the way a grandmother or aunt would, and made me promise to help someone else in need when the time came. The kids and I unloaded the car and got the bus home.

I don't know whether it was a coincidence that we should stop outside her house or God sent an angel when we needed one the most but I will always be grateful to her and, while I don't think I've done anyone a huge favour than I can see yet, I will always help when I can.

Little things mean a lot without you even realising.