Letter of complaint

Well surely she can't be the only one to feel like this at that 'special' time? LMAO

TO: MR. JAMES THATCHER

BRAND MANAGER, PROCTER & GAMBLE

Dear Mr. Thatcher

I have been a loyal user of your Always maxi pads for over 20 years, and I
appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core(tm) or
Dri-Weave(tm) absorbency, I'd probably never go horse riding or salsa
dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in
tight, white shorts. But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary
Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how
crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic. I can't tell you how safe and
secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.

Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? Ever suffered from "the
curse"? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my "time of the month" is starting
right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging
through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll
be transformed into what my husband likes to call "an inbred hillbilly with
knife skills." Isn't the human body amazing?

As brand manager in the feminine-hygiene division, you've no doubt seen
quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customers'
monthly visits from Aunt Flo. Therefore, you must know about the bloating,
puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying
and out-of-control behaviour. You surely realise it's a tough time for most
women. In fact, only last week, my friend Jennifer fought the violent urge
to shove her boyfriend's testicles into a George Foreman Grill just because
he told her he thought Grey's Anatomy was written by drunken chimps.

Crazy! The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that the UK is just
crawling with homicidal maniacs in capri pants. Which brings me to the
reason for my letter.

Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach
inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi pad, and
there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: "Have a Happy
Period."

Are you *+*#*ing kidding me?

What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think
happiness - actual smiling, laughing happiness - is possible during a
menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit
pleasurable?

Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak girl,
there will never be anything "happy" about a day in which you have to jack
yourself up on Nurofen and Kahlúa and lock yourself in your house just so
you don't march down to the local Tesco's armed with a hunting rifle and a
sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory. For the love of God, pull
your head out, man. If you just have to slap a moronic message on a maxi
pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent,
like "Put Down the Hammer" or "Vehicular Manslaughter Is Wrong"?

- Or are you just picking on us?

Sir, please inform your accounting department that, effective immediately,
there will be an £8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my
maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your
Flexi-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending
bullsh1t. And that's a promise I will keep. Always.

Best,

Wendi Aarons

Fabric samples and ebay winnings

I know I probably don't really need any fabric samples but I saw that Shabby Chick had received some lovely samples so I thought I'd give it a try myself. John Lewis gave me some nice big pieces but I don't know whether they did it intentionally but the materials with a big pattern....well see for yourself.





Another firm that does fab materials at really reasonable prices (whose name escapes me right now) sent me these. Lovely fabrice but teeny tiny samples.





And just incase you thought there weren't enough photos in todays post. I did promise yesterday that I'd be back with pics of the goodies I bought from Anglesey Allsort's ebay shop.

Even the wrapping was gorgeous.



Look at it all.


Him indoors is talking about us having something like this put into the bottom of the garden.


Can you imagine the fun I'd have decorating it and making it into my space. All the boxes and shelves and space for my drum kit too. :)
Actually do you think he's trying to tell me something?

Mrs Domesticated I ain't

but I did spend much of today doing housewifey things, mainly ironing.


2 hours of ironing. Ewwwwww. As I think I might have mentioned once or twice before now I do NOT like ironing. But I do have one Mother who loves ironing and she is coming to stay with me for 3 weeks as of next Wednesday. That means no washing or ironing for 3 weeks. She takes over that chore willingly while she's here. Maybe that's how she thinks she can do her bit and I am certainly not complaining. That is one thing that we can get on about no problem, she wants to do it and I let her. :)

So it would seem that my Custard Shortbread looked enticing enough to warrant people hinting that they'd like the recipe. So here you go.

Here is the recipe for the Custard Shortbreads:

185 g butter
⅓ cup icing sugar
1½ cups plain flour
⅓ cup custard powder

Cream butter and icing sugar, add sifted flour and custard powder, and a dash of vanilla. Mix well. Form into balls and place onto greased oven trays and press with a fork to form biscuits. Bake in a moderate oven for about 15 minutes.


I actually got the recipe from spoonfullofsugargirls

I make mine slightly different in that I put all the ingredients in the food mixer and keep whizzing it until it forms into a clump. If you've never tried this trust it does really work. It kinda of looks like breadcrumbs for a long while but then as if by magic it comes together. Then if you prefer you can roll it into a long sausage shape and just just off slices to place on your baking tray.

Let me know if you try them out and how you like them. :)

I was lucky enough to win a bag of sewing things from Anglesey allsorts' ebay shop. She is one super fast poster too. I think I received it the day after I paid for it. :D
And what a lovely bag of goodies it is. I'll be sure to pop back tomorrow and share with you all the loveliness.

Anglesey Allsorts lives in a beautiful part of the world and it's not a million miles away from where I grew up on the North Wales coast. Infact I have many memories of day trips all over Angelsey as a child. Did you know that Anglesey is home of the longest place name in the UK.


You'll notice that they very kindly but a phonetic version underneath so the tourists can at least try to say it all.

It is considered to be the longest place name in the world but in actual fact that is a place called.
Krung Thep Mahanakhon Amon Rattanakosin Mahinthara Ayuthaya Mahadilok Phop Noppharat Ratchathani Burirom Udomratchaniwet Mahasathan Amon Piman Awatan Sathit Sakkathattiya Witsanukam Prasit, meaning the 'City of Angels', is known to the locals as Krungthep Mahanakhon. The rest of the world knows it as Bangkok, Thailand. However, it is not recognised by the Guinness Book of Records as the longest place name as it is not used on a daily basis by the locals.
Mind you everyone I know who can say the UK one shortens it to Llanfairpg so you could argue that that's not used on a daily basis either.

See it's not my fault

it's all to do with my name!

You Are Spontaneous and Whimsical

You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life. You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home. You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble. You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic "Type A" personality. You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something. You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense. You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.

What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?

Look at my lovely fabric

This is the fabric that I won in JellybellyJellybrain's giveaway.


A few close up shots you say?



Look sparkles




And Laura Ashley too


Aren't I a lucky girl. I've got plans for that there fabric I have :D

After my blog about the books I've read so far this year Alex asked if there was any I'd recommend. So...
I'd definately recommend Cecilia Ahern The Gift. I've been really disappointed with the last couple of her books but this one hits the spot again and I have to say I did have to reach for the tissues at the end.
Dorothy Koomson is great I've not read a book by her that I've not enjoyed.
And Claire Galman is a good writer, infact I'm just reading her Lessons for a Sunday Father.

Ah well time for a cup of tea and a home made custard shortbread me thinks.

Bookworm extraordinaire?

When I told someone at work the other day how many books I read already this year they suggested that I needed to get out more. But I do get out! Hmmm maybe I should put the books down for a bit and do some housework or hey how about something crafty for the first time this year.

11. Revenge of the Middle-Aged Woman – Elizabeth Buchan.
10. Breakfast at Tiffany’s – Truman Capote.
9. The Cupid Effect – Dorothy Koomson.
8. The Chocolate Run – Dorothy Koomson.
7. Annie’s New Life – Maureen Martella
6. Bad Behaviour – Sheila O’Flanagan
5. Pants on fire – Maggie Alderson
4. The Gift – Cecelia Ahern
3. Onwards And Upwards – Arabella Weir
2. The Chocolate Lovers’ Diet – Carole Matthews
1. Love is a Four Letter Word – Claire Calman

And this is only the list of reading books that I've read and not the crafting books and magazines I've perused too.

I swear they'll make me grey

Tonight I had eldest small persons parents evening specifically for Maths and English. She is sitting her exams in those subjects this year. As it is a Wednesday wee one has her swimming class so I had to rush back from that, get something cooked to feed the small people then rush out of the door to get to the school in time for my first appointment. I left big one in charge of mashing up the tatties, grabbed my keys and off I went. Both teachers gave glowing reports (as always) concerning big ones capabilities and expectations for her upcoming exams. So off I went back home with a nice warm glow knowing that I must be doing something right for her to be such a great kid.
I thought it was strange to be met by the dogs in the back garden and I could see that it was Blackpool illuminations inside the house with nearly all the lights on. It was only as I came in through the back door and big one shouted for the dogs to get out, wee one burst into tears and I could big one had plaster on plaster on plaster up her arm that I knew something bad had happened.

Wee ones latest way of expressing her annoyance with someone or something is to slam a door. We have always told the smalls that it is a dangerous thing to do, you know trapped fingers etc etc etc. Well tonight after they had finished their meal wee one had requested pudding. Big one had told her to wait until I got home as she was not sure what was for pudding and I wouldn't be long. Wee one was not placated with this and stormed out of the kitchen slamming the door behind her then for extra effect returned and slammed it once again.

Unfortunately the door out of the kitchen is one with a wooden frame and a huge glass insert. Fortunately it is safety glass so although it broke it did not shatter into a million pieces all over the place. Big one did scratch herself on the glass and once the realisation of what had happened hit home she was a bit shakey. Wee one was upset because her sister was hurt and of course she'd broken something. Big one had already given her sister the whole 'glass is dangerous' talk just before I got in and of course I gave it her again plus again with the we do NOT slam doors routine.

I took the door off its hinges straight away and thankfully everyone is ok but jeeze what a night! And no I won't be replacing the door with one with all that glass in it and why do things like this happen when him indoors is away?