You know, if there's one thing I hate, it's internet drama. I joined a group on Facebook last week, an 'adult' group shall we say. I wasn't really THAT active on there, truth be told, but it was quite good fun to be able to let my hair down and swear, gripe and get things off my chest without my family seeing it.
Because of the nature of the group, there is a disclaimer pinned at the top, saying that some of the things discussed may not be to everyone's tastes, so please don't report, just scroll past and contact admin. But some people WERE reporting stuff, meaning that some members were being blocked from Facebook. Annoying. But because of this, the group has decided to set up a new page. In order to get in the new group, you have to post your dashboard to the wall or send it to admin to prove that you haven't reported them, then you can request to be in the new group. I'm sorry, I'm not sending private information from my page to a stranger. I feel like I'm being treated like a child and it was giving me a headache, so I've decided to just leave. No FB group is worth that much stress!
I know one of my PB friends is a member on there and they're happy with the situation, so no hard feelings meant there, hun!
This afternoon I got fed up of watching the kids looking at tiny screens all the time, so I dragged them out to the park for a walk. The weather was lovely and really I should be practising for the sponsored walk (32 miles! In five weeks time! Eeep!) but the kids needed to get out too.
We have this 'in joke' that whenever we go for a walk, we have to get a photo of someone doing a catalogue pose. This is me and Shellie doing one years ago:
This is my girls doing one today. sigh
We flew a kite. Without a coat on!
Well I kept mine on.
John kept trying to pull his hood over his face and I was pulling it back off. He's a bad bugger.
I's so attractive...
You'll notice Rob is missing from these photos. He preferred to sit in his room with the curtains closed. He's 18, what can I expect?
John had to go to work at that point, but I took the lasses to see my parents. They decided to wrestle on the sofa. The girls, not my parents.
Did I mention I'm doing the 32 mile sponsored walk again next month? Well I am. And I haven't done a single solitary ounce of training. I went out for a walk with my dad a few weeks ago, but I sprained my ankle a few days later and was out of commission for about 3 weeks.. Then I got a horrible cold and, while I'm still wheezy, I'm not that bad that I can't do at least some training. I'm at work all day tomorrow, but between that and the cross stitch kit making, I'm going to be very busy these next few weeks!
I also have my tattoo booked in for next week. I'm really excited about it! Last time, I didn't know what to expect, so was a bit of a wreck. I ended up taking valerian to calm my nerves a little. I don't think I'll bother with that this time. I don't want to share what I'm getting done until I've had it done, needless to say, it's going to be very special and unique.
Knowing how much I like tattoos, John bought me this Valentine's card:
Innit nice?
I was a bit of a crap girlfriend. I dropped hints about cards and presents, then didn't get enough time to buy him anything because I had a deadline to hit with the cross stitches. So the next morning I bought him a bunch of roses, made him a card and took him a Danish pastry and a cup of tea to have in bed. I think he was happy after that!
My dad and I have put our names down to be guided walk leaders. We have to attend a meeting about it next month. It was dad's idea that we put ourselves down to work as a team, because he can drive, has map skills and knows the Lakes really well, whereas I have experience of giving guided walks. If that pans out, should be a good experience.
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