Boss Of Everything

March-ing Along

Posted on March 28th, 2010 by prinny.
Categories: News.

March eh? For about a poofteenth longer. My BABY is one year old on Thursday. Simply, ridiculous. A year has gone by since I couldn’t breath, move, bend over, sit up, imagine how great another general anaesthetic would be?! I simply don’t believe it. He’s a rockin’, rollin’ head on a stick.

LOUD, cunning, astute and discerning. Still can’t quite believe he’s not a little girl. This time twelve months ago I was quite sure Queenie was on her way. V glad to have Morrison instead. Girls bitch ‘n moan. Boys just bash ‘n destroy. I’ve never liked clean, Cruskit-free surfaces any way.

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Looking forward to a night out with Haggs on Wednesday. We’re attending a couple of festival activities, taking a page from Morrison’s book – only discerning choices this year.

Looking forward to seeing Rich Fulcher’s Eleanor (all the while being disturbed at just HOW MUCH he looks like me in drag…seriously, have you clicked the link yet and gone. “Oh my. Oh my gawd?!”) Noolly Thomas and Sam Simmons‘ new shows. Festival is just something that happens now, not something to obsess over for 10 months of the year. Not sure which side of the fence I actually fall when I REALLY think about it. Ok, let me straighten that thought out. I do NOT miss the insanity of Com Fest. I would not actually do another full season if someone paid me by the hour. With cash money. And gadgets. Ok, what kinda gadgets are we talking here?!.. no! No I really wouldn’t. Gis a wee stage somewhere in town, in the middle of the year, then you’re talking. Oh yes. Now you’re on.

Also looking forward to taking in a cuppla shows with my main squeeze, B. Babysitters to organise, sedatives to order and fire retarding agents to acquire. I am going to insist that he carry me most of the way and when I’m tired I will cling to his leg and stand on his feet so he can ‘walk me’ around. He’s adept at cleaning up spew so if I get squiffy, I wont need to worry about the state of myself and he’s also excellent at tucking one in to bed and telling one to ’shut up until morning’. The perfect dad date!

Speaking of the funny-ha ha and the funny-weird – Haggar and I are considering an Itchy Podcast. A) because there still isn’t anything that makes us laugh as much. B) because we can and C) goats cheese. Compelling reasons, one and all. Will let you know if we ever get our arses in to the correct gear to propel that idea further than unabashed enthusiasm. You’d tune in for the songs alone, am I right? “Bewly and the Beeeeest” Of course you would. You are but, human. Well part human, part man goat. You know who you are.

And just cause this is prob’ly my favourite photo ever. Miss Gerda, V 1.0 and her chicken with arms. (you can see, she’s got a little handbag… cause she’s old enough to go out… dontent chu know?)

You’re welcome.

me xxoo

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Matilda Irene Younger

Posted on April 4th, 2008 by prinny.
Categories: Uncategorized.

Isn’t she lovely?

Isn’t she wonderful?

3 weeks early, 7lbs 6oz, 47cm tall. April 4, 2008 at 10:43am.

Julie-Mum and Noel-Dad are pretty pleased with themselves. Grandparents on both sides are spinning like giddy children. Aunty’s and Uncle’s are pretty chuffed too! Spike thoughtfully watched as she screamed through her first bath (nowhere near as girlishly as HE did for HIS first bath!) but mostly he likes her for her see through bed… it’s on wheels!

And here’s a bunch of thumbnails. Click for bigger pics at your leisure. Her website will be up and running shortly.

Lotsa love,

Aunty Fabulous xxxx

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