Oh yes I am.
I followed some of my friends recipes (from Studio Calico's forum, go and check out their warm welcome) and made a few batches of Ginger cookies and my own invention of Lemon and Bitter choc chip cookies.
Im shocked/pleased/stunned to announce that they were successful even though I screwed up on converting their crazy cup measurements to ounces. I got a little creative with measurements in the end and half considered chucking in the dog to make the bulk up. The proof of the pud was when Mark didn't die when he took the first bite which was a shame in a way but as it was his birthday, I might allow this error to re-occur another day; substituting ground ginger for arsenic.
It was funny reading the recipes from the US girls because for the ginger cookies it said I had to use Molasses.
I had to google that bugger up and it turns out that its Treacle. Now that stuff takes me back (think bitumen and tarmac!). I used to love treacle toffee so when Id used my treacle allowance for my most amazing cookies, I made sure I have enough to have a go at making some treacle toffee. I like the kind of toffee that can pull a molar out after the 3rd chew.... perhaps I might give some to my mum this Christmas so that her dentures clamp shut for a few days. I know she will be laughing at this, so dont think I am being mean. Well, I hope she will other wise it will be a black eye for me when we see her!
Yest morning we went over to Formby to take the dog for a walk on the amazing beach there.
The dogs ears flapped in the wind which made me almost pass out from laughing.
Bell tried to control those wild curls and managed a little grin for me.
Id promised to take some pics of my friend Jane and her delightful family too. But when we got there, bloody hell - brass balls and all that! It was that cold that our faces were in a permanent grimace to prevent our teeth from chattering. So we took respite in the sand dunes and down to a little wooded area to take pics. I took lots of family shots but out of all of them, I love this the best. This is little "K". She is an absolute dream to photograph. Her sister, "C" is a real little monkey and would not perform! Belle was wrapped in Janes blanket and was as snug as a bug in a terracotta shade chenille blanket. Little love. Mark freaked the kids out by climbing trees and sitting there like a scary tree monkey and our little dog laughed to see such sport that the dish ran away with the spoon - now there a line for a nursery rhyme if ever I saw one.
When we got back it wasn't long before I flaked out on the sofa. the wind knocked my socks off and coming back to the heat almost finished me off. I woke up to Eddy's backside in my face and at first I thought id woken up with a lung condition because I couldn't breathe. No, it was eddy on my chest, bum in my face and wiffs of doggy botty made me want to run to the hills. It was quite the scene. Really, it was!
Today I was stupidly bonkers to venture to town to get some last minute needies. Town was packed, town was hot and town was not nice. I went into one department store to pick up some US Cup measures (my little lesson and gift to myself - bargain at £1.50) and I was in the queue in my winter puffa jacket and I felt this wave of pain in my lower back. i recognised it straight away.... I knew it would lead to the feeling of being stabbed n the back (no pun intended, I can assure you). Its happened before where Im left paralysed for a few moments with an ache so painful I thought that it might have been easier to give birth instead. I panicked a bit as I was on my own so I went to a little cute cafe over the way to sit down and concentrate on my seating deportment to iron it out. I actually think its a trapped nerve that likes to rear its ugly head when I have really important stuff to do. Little bugger, if you ask me. I sat down next to a young girl with her granny (Hello Bethany!) and we chatted away like nobodies business. As we got up to leave at the same time, who should walk out of the cafe but this lady here. Now I have seen her before in town so Im guessing she lives near Wigan. Im a masso fan of Loose Women but she does actually annoy me as she is always anti the topic of conversation. Sheree Hewson (on the left, she was with her daughter on the right) **edited to add the picture this morning, whoops I forgotted and also just learned from Jaime .....hi Jaime, love to Ellie.......that Sheree s going to be on Celeb big brother. Mmmm, thats her out first then** I like to think she hams it up for the camera. Nevertheless, the world is full of people that do and people that don't and she is one that don't. LOL.
My back seemed to have eased itself and I continued shopping with bits ranging from memo boards to windscreen wipers to sensor cleaning kits. I also went to pic k up my most ever favvo ring - ever, in the whole world ever. In fact, its my favourite and my best. This ring here
cost me £12 at a travelling fair almost 6 years ago. I had no idea until I broke it that its real silver. This ring is a topic of conversation wherever I go be it with friends, blog entries and forum chats and even when I debuted on QVC I had an email asking me where I had got it. Well to cut a boring story short, guess how much it was to solder back together and polish up? £35. I kid you not. I was boiling with fury as the ring cost me next to nothing but because I love it so much - I had to pay the readies. To top it all, I wasted 5 friggin hours shopping when I could have been sat here finishing off my Studio Calico kits. Still, when I got back I hacked into them and as I speak I have just printed the pictures out to seal the deal. **Secret confession... I leave my pics til last on layouts and use template for pictures until I do**.
Anyway, Im still not feeling christmassy but Im not unhappy. I made a last minute card which I didnt want to give away. Plus Belle and I did some girl chatting tonight and that wonderful girl suprises me sometimes. She was talking about syllables and how she counted them all the time she thought a word sounded interesting. So I thought it would be fun to twist her tongue by teaching her the longest word in the English dictionary, which I think is Anti-disestblishmentarianism to which she replied, without prompting "12 syllables". I mean, this kid has some issues with her learning abilities and she pops that out of the ether. Stunning.
So now Im going to go and catch up on sleep before we start wrapping the rest of our gifts tomorrow. Perhaps I might feel the festiviousness creep upon me.
Or then again, maybe not.