Tag, you are all it!

Delightful "Angela" over at "Memoirs of a Chaotic Mommy" decided to be a little devil, belie her name and challenge me to this meme.

1) Answer the questions below
2) Take each answer and type it into Photobucket
3) Take a picture from the first page of results copy the html code.
4) You can’t copy the persons answers who posted this before you!


1. The age you will be on your next birthday:




2. A place you’d like to travel:




3. Your favorite place:



4. Your favorite object:



5. Your favorite food:



6. Your favorite animal:



7. Your favorite color:



8. The town in which you were born:



9. The town you live in:



10. The name of your pet:



AND



11. The first name of your love:



12. Your nickname:



13. Your middle name:



14. Your last name:



AND



OR THE NEAREST I CAN GET IF I SKIP THE HYPHEN


15. A bad habit of yours:



16. Your first job:



I was only 14 but we believe in sending the youth of today out early.

17. Your grandmother’s name:



AND



18. Your favorite book:



So there you go, not as tricky as I thought it was going to be. I'll not tag anyone but if anyone has a go, let me know. I also know that there are a lot of moaning minnies around complaining that they have nothing to write about.......you know who you are!

Cheers dearies

Daft as a brush

Only half an hour to go until she is collected for her promised return sleepover. Her excitement fizzes from her ears. The minutes tick by slowly. I contemplate the prospect of dinner in a restaurant or a diner, as it will be cheaper with one less and easier to manage if their father comes home in time. It would make a nice treat for us too, possibly. She is packed and ready with enough stuffed animals to restock a zoo.

I step away from her and the window to answer the phone.
“Hello.”
“Oh hello Natalie there’s been a change. Somethings come up.” I decide not to be annoyed that she can’t remember my name.
“Oh dear.”
“I have to take my other daughter to the hospital for tests, so I can’t have her over here tonight. It’s in Stanford.”
“Oh dear, they’ll be so disappointed.” I peek back at my daughter with her nose to the pane of glass. How am I ever going to explain? What on earth can I do to make it up to her?
“Yes I know, so I thought if you could have the sleepover at your house then the girls can be together.”
“Well….yes …..I suppose……… that might be for the best.”
“Great, we’re in the car, should be there in a few minutes.”
“Oh….well…..what time will you be able to pick her up tomorrow?”
“3.”
“3?”
“Yeah when we’re back from the hospital.”
“Right, I see……”
“Maybe her dad could pick her up…..earlier?”
“No, he’s working.”
“Ah.”
“So we’ll do the sleepover back here at our house another week.”
“Right. See you soon. Bye.”

I replace the receiver.

I decide that I am yet "again," completely out of my depth. I take a large onion, carrot and some celery from the fridge. I know now, that there are far too many things that I don’t know and probably don’t wish to know. I start chopping, supper for six. Would I forget an over night appointment for one of my children in a hospital? I conclude that although this might be unlikely, there have been many chaotic times in my own life. It is indeed entirely possible. An executive decision filters through my walnut sized brain. I am more than happy for the girls’ friendship to blossom. Hence forward it will blossom within the confines of my own home, my own personal comfort zone. I may not have much control, but oddly enough, I enjoy far more knowns than unknowns.