A Pair Of Ruby Slippers

November 22, 2006

Alright Princess?

Filed under: MACMP — author @ 8:15 pm

princess-and-casle.jpgOnly bad witches are ugly

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUuuuuuuuuuurrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhh GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrruuuuuuphhhhhhhhhhhh phooey, bother, flip, blast, darn, EEEEEEEeeeeeeooooooooooooo blow, drat, curses, dam. Confounded, wretched, dreadful, loathsome and downright horrid Flash.

I download the evaluation version, go through the tutorial (reading nearly all of it) and all I can now do is make a stupid circle jump from left to right really quickly! What use is that?

I am sooooooo frustrated, I usually pick up the phone, explain what I would like and someone does it for me and someone else pays for it. Now that’s good, that’s not frustrating.

Me a princess? How rude!


November 10, 2006

Scene 1:

Filed under: MACMP — author @ 2:15 pm

toto.jpgScene 1:
(a chilly November evening, Berkhamsted. Stage right, a small desk in a study. A cup of cold tea and a computer in front of Dotty, a woman in her th
irties (but looking much younger). She finishes typing and looks up)

Dotty (shouts) Toto come in here a minute!

Toto (voice off stage) Is it important?

Dotty (shouts) yes of course

(Enter Toto, darkly handsome, mysterious and a little tired)

Toto What is it?

Dotty (excitedly) Look…. I have actually made a start!

(Toto leans over Dotty’s shoulder and reads the scant words on her monitor)

Toto (softly) There’s a typo in the first sentence….. and the second one doesn’t quite make sense

(Dotty looks sad)

Toto (kindly) I’ll pop the kettle on…


November 4, 2006

The Hog

Filed under: MACMP — author @ 9:13 am

hogs1.jpgNow you go feed those hogs before they worry themselves into anemia!

Its not just every waking moment…. It is my waking moment. My first thought of the day used to be “if I keep really quiet, I might be able to get a bit more kip before the kids wake up” now I think “if I get up quietly I can sneak off to my PC and get a bit of work done before the kids wake up”. Scary. Even scarier, he’s done it for years. You know you read about those old people that start looking like each other, wearing matching waterproofs and finishing each other’s sentences? Its happening to us already. Scary.

Three main thoughts this week. The first is that the course is taking up much more time than I anticipated. I suspect this is down to naivety, me working slowly and the fact that when I was talking about doing this and asking for opinions from my friends and family, if any of them dared to suggest it was not a great idea, I took the stick a finger in each ear and say LA LA LA LA really loudly approach to listening. So they can feel smug now as I am getting my comeuppance.

The second thought is a realisation of just how much what I do intrudes on the folk around me. I guess for the last few years my activities have been fairly low key due to having the children, which was right, proper and wonderful. This MA is a bit different though. At work, my boss and team mates patiently listen to me droning on and on about whatever happens to be on my mind that day, they tell me when they see something relevant to my course and are always making suggestions (and taking the mickey mercilessly). Friends and Colleagues have warmly received emails out the blue asking for information. At home my son likes to see my “classroom” and discuss my new “school friends” and he has built himself Kondue, a Habbo boy. My daughter, her usual demanding self, is none the wiser, some say we’re alike? My husband cooks more, helps more with child care, loves the fact I can’t sleep like I used to, hugs me when I’m grumpy and copes bravely with the ever deteriorating state of the house. We have understood something else in each other.
The third thought is just how much I’m enjoying it, yes I am drinking more and yes its tinged with guilt, but then I am a working mother so doomed to that anyway. But so far I have only had two Nikki From Big Brother style hissy fits and cried just the once…. . Bring it on!

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