The Morning After

How was my X'mas many people ask?
Never mind that I have an 8 straight working day....That provides me some getaway from the cacophony at home.
23/12: only 3 hours of sleep
24/12 night: 2.5 hour sleep at night after Midnight mass
25/12 night: Woken up numerous times by howling winds

If anyone asked me what I'd like to have for X'mas, I'd say "Sleep!" but did hubby pick up on that? Nooooooooooooo!He got me the most romantic present... EVER! It's plastic, it's hard and it's long..... Wanna hazard a guess? I'm offering $100 to the one who guesses correctly.

Better Late Than Never!

NEW YEAR RESOLUTION LIST
1. Not to make one


Dear rellies, friends and readers who happen to stumble upon my page,
Have a merry Christmas and a prosperous new year.
May 2011 be a more exciting year with plenty of laughter and cheer, surrounded by lots of love and food.

With lots of love,
Adelene and Co.

This Picture Paints A Thousand Word.....

With a sudden, deafening bang at 4 bloody a.m. and a quick vroom into the dark, our weekly newspaper is delivered... every Sunday, without fail. You see how the papers look like a projectile? You can just imagine what sort of damage it can inflict, being flung from the side of the road onto MY bedroom windows. First to go were my solar lights, then my new plants. But when they took out one of my dwarf comrades, it was WAR! The rest of the 6 are still in mourning. I have a front lawn, I have a driveway and I have a bloody side garden which leads all the way to my neighbour behind my house and yet, PowerArms preferred to deliver it straight to my bedroom window.
So I called up the powers that be to get right to the bottom of this. Good thing is that as soon as the complain was lodged, I now get my papers delivered....... just outside my gate.
If you're thinking I've chucked out good ol' dwarf there, Derrick still has it sitting somewhere in the garage, in hopes of gluing it back together again. Sigh! Nothing gets past this man. We've still got a broken bed in the garage "waiting to be fixed" by him.

Has It Really?

Has it really been THAT long since I last posted an entry? I tellyu, time flies man.. especially now that I've started working.

Let me re-cap: Started working on the 6th September of this year and after that, it's been full-on with mom and aunt staying with us and then now, my MIL.

Life's been good thus far UNTIL................. this happened...

My paleontologist son, decided to give his mom an early X'mas present.... a heart attack. This poor boy was kneeling on a bar stool in my study, drawing dinosaurs on the white board. He took a step back and fell.... gracefully, I might add. And what do they say about falling and being ... well... fat? His left arm whacked against my study table and the impact fractured his arm clean. That brave bull didn't even shed a single tear! He just sat there, cradling his arm and whimpered. When I went over to him to hold him, all he said was "don't touch me, mummy". What a mess.... I couldn't even cuddle him! Took him to the nearest ED and got it back slabbed. Saw the surgeon the next coupla days and reinforced the back slab and sent us merrily on our way. Poor Bryan, it's hot, he loves water play, will not be able to get into the pool for at least 4 weeks. Oh well, at least his dinosaurs aren't amphibious.

So there. Here's a snippet of what's been happenin and I feel like crap about the fall....