2013 Round-up

Well New Year’s Eve 2013. Another year has flown by. Here’s a quick round up of our year.

There was quite a bit of making, from dressmaking to food making to jam and soap making.

making blogI want to do more making in the coming year and one of my resolutions will help that. (Resolution post to follow hopefully tomorrow)

There was quite a bit of running, which I find impressive as I have a tendency to give up easily when things are hard. 

run blogI want to improve on my running in 2014 and as I mentioned in another post I have joined a running club. Look out for more running posts in 2014.

There was visiting, although not that much. Something to improve on next year I think.

visiting blogAlthough we did have a trip to bonny Scotland

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Gromit Hunt

And the best part of it is – there was lots of family fun.family fun

I have loved looking back on this year. There were so many photos I could have added to this post but I would just bore you if I had put them all in.

I hope you have all enjoyed looking back with me. What was your 2013 like?

 

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Merry Christmas

I just wanted to say a quick thank you to all of you who have read, liked and commented on this blog this year. I appreciate every single one of you and the fact that you take the time to come here and visit me really makes me smile. I hope you all have a very happy Christmas and a healthy and happy new year.

I am hoping to post again before the new year but we are visiting family and well, you all know how busy it can be over Christmas.

Merry Christmas everyone

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Looking a lot like Christmas

So close to christmas now. Only 4 sleeps to go and I still haven’t finished wrapping yet. I seem to be getting less and less festive the closer it gets 😦 I was very disappointed when I pulled all the decorations out of the attic. The front room looks very bare this year and I’m not sure why? I don’t know if I missed a box of decorations or if they have always looked this sad? Anyway I now have a challenge for next year. To make/buy more decorations ready for next Christmas. I haven’t got much to say so I’ll leave you with pictures of our (very sparse) decorations.

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A present from a German christmas market. Thanks Mam xx

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I love his little dangling legs and would love a Santa to match if I can find one.

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There will be no fire in our fireplace 😦

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And what christmas post would be complete without a picture of Little Lady on her way to school on Christmas jumper day?

Running Club

Well I actually did it! I joined a running club! I can hardly believe it myself. I have always been intimidated by running clubs. I mean, it’s a club for “runners” right?? And I’m not a runner. Yes I have recently ran a few 5k’s and a 10k but I am not a runner. How can I be? Runners are good, right? Runners run marathons and stuff.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA 

I have been making these excuses for a while and I really believed them. I just knew if I joined a club, everybody else would run off and I would be stuck at the back, miles behind, while they all laughed at me and my times. 😦 Then I realised that I haven’t been out running since my 10k. Well it’s too dark and too cold to go out running now. Isn’t it? No one else runs in winter surely? I’m ashamed to admit that even though I wouldn’t join the running club I still follow them on twitter. Guess what? They were still out running. No matter what the weather. 20131206-210210.jpg

I realised that I am lazy an excellent procrastinator. I put things off and off until I can’t put them off any longer. In reality I won’t go running again until I sign myself up for another race and I have to go out running to train. What I need is someone to give me the kick up the backside and tell me to stop being lazy. A running club would give me that kick. If I joined then I would have an “appointment” if you will, to go running. There would be others there who may (or may not) ask where I was if I didn’t go. And “I decided I’d rather get into my pj’s” isn’t exactly a valid excuse is it? So I contacted the club on twitter, just in case they had a policy about not accepting fake runners like myself. Turns out they’ll accept anyone!! Well maybe not anyone but they said yes to me! So Wednesday night, after getting the kiddies ready for bed, I put my running stuff on and left hubby in charge of bedtime.20130625-143041.jpg

I nearly didn’t go. It was cold. Hubby would have to put the kiddies to bed by himself. It was cold. It was dark. Did I mention it was cold? I forced myself to go even though I felt quite sick. Do you know what? The people were lovely. Yes I was in the group bringing up the rear but when I was told that those ahead of me run half marathons in the time I run 10k I didn’t feel so bad. We ran 6.5k uphill. I struggled a little as I have a cold and it was very smoky out for some reason (I have no idea why? Would it be due to the heavy fog we had?) and thinking about it I had been to the dentist that morning and had injections in my mouth. (Maybe, in hindsight, it was not the best idea to run after that but I had forgotten about it to be honest.) This sounds quite like a list of excuses but they are not really. They do account for the slow time but I was told by the woman who runs the group that I am a “nice little runner” so I obviously don’t run like Phoebe in Friends. 🙂OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

I actually enjoyed running club and I know that I would keep up my running if I had others to run with on a regular basis. Little lady’s swimming lessons have moved from 9.30am to 11.30am on Saturday mornings now too, meaning that I can go to Park Run more often. My closest Park Run is in Cardiff so it’s not exactly close and little lady’s swimming lessons come first,hence why I have only been once since I found out where it was. Little lady and I are going tomorrow actually.

2013 medals

2013 medals

Maybe this time next year, if I keep going to the running club and to Park Run on a regular basis, maybe, just maybe, I may become a “proper runner” 😀

 

Making a Pig’s ear of things

Well the Christmas season is now well and truly upon us. For those of us with kids, that means trying to avoid any toy shop advert in the company of the little ones, constant threats of “Santa is watching, you know!” and the letters from the school inviting you to their Christmas Fair, or your child’s Christmas Concert. I kid of course (or do I?)

As much as I love Christmas, there seems to be a never ending line of people trying to part you from your money. This post is not about that though, so you can breathe a sigh of relief.

This coming Tuesday is Little Lady’s Christmas concert. Last year she was an elf and looked fab in her little costume. This year however, she and 9 others in her class are pigs! Forgive me for sounding a bit dubious, and I am trying to reserve judgement until after I have seen the show/production(?), but I am not sure what part a herd of pigs played in the birth of Jesus.

Anyway, she needed a pig costume. The larger supermarkets all stocked the usual Nativity Character costumes but none of them seemed to have thought “I know what’s missing here……pigs!” Apparently there were a few pig costumes on the net and one lonely one in the local fancy dress shop! But that was it.

Thankfully I had a stash of pink fleece in the attic and set about making Little Lady’s costume. We borrowed a pig mask (which turned out to be rather scary!) from a friend who needed to borrow a pair of Angel wings for her little one. Fair swap. Although the pig mask is definitely going back after the concert!

Out of the fleece I made a pink onesie and was going to use velcro as a closure. Little Lady tried it on and immediately demanded to know where the hood was. So I added a hood. Then I couldn’t find any velcro in the attic. (I’m sure I have some but where???) By this point I had already received the second letter home “Don’t forget to send your child’s costume in by tomorrow ready for the dress rehearsals” Oops bad mammy! So at 6.30 in the morning I was attaching buttons to the front of the onesie. Little lady loves it and it looks okay. The hood is now (after putting in the buttonholes) slightly off centre but no one seems to have noticed yet apart from me. So maybe I won’t mention it.

Want to see it?

Scary Pig

Scary Pig

Please excuse the washing on the radiator. I mean we are all friends here aren’t we? *blushes*

MoRunning

Well I have quite a bit to catch up on. I’ve been so busy with Christmas Wrapped Up that I’ve had hardly any time to get on the laptop to write a blog post. I’ve got some makes to show you but first off I thought I’d tell you about my MoRun last month.

For some stupid reason I signed up for the 10k which I’m sure all you maths geniuses will know that’s double what I have run in the past!! What on earth was I thinking?? Firstly I thought I would challenge myself but also I felt I wanted to do something more as I was raising money for Velindre Cancer Centre, the hospital that treated my dad before he died 18 years ago.

I was quite young when he died, just a month short of my 13th birthday so I wasn’t really told much about his “illness”. What I do remember though is how lovely the staff at the hospital was to me (and my sister) whenever we went to visit. The atmosphere there was really nice (if you can say that about a cancer hospital). I didn’t really know much about cancer then but the memory of the hospital has always stuck with me and I really wanted to do something to help them give a similar memory to another child in that position.

I chose the MoRun as it is specifically for men’s cancers. My dad had testicular cancer. Thankfully it’s never something that I will, personally, have to worry about but the men in my life are/will be badgered about checking themselves often.

My training for this race was okay but before the actual race I hadn’t actually completed the whole distance before. Shocking right? I have to admit I felt a bit sick on the day and the announcement from the organisers saying there was a chance to change down from the 10k to the 5k was quite tempting. Pride was the only thing that stopped me from doing so. I had told everyone I was running 10k and I would have been really disappointed in myself if I had downgraded on the morning of the race.

We parked up and had a walk around the outside of Cardiff castle on the way to the park.

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Can you see the Millennium Stadium in the background?

I had to collect my race number and timing chip from the registration tent and was rewarded with a lovely orange sweatband before I had a moustache painted on by the official “moustache painter” (there was a longer queue for that than the toilets lol!)

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Looking stunning as always!!

The course was two laps and mentally I found that hard. At almost the 5k point the path split and the sign to the right said “Finish” and the sign to the left said “Second Lap”. It was hard to chose the left path I have to be honest! I found the hardest part of the race to be the bit between 8 and 9k. Mentally that was very hard. There was no end in sight and I was really tired by then. Surprisingly though it wasn’t my slowest km! Hubby and little lady was waiting for me near the finish line and I love seeing them cheering me on. It is such a boost. No matter how tired I felt, I somehow found the energy to sprint the last bit. I was rewarded with an ice cold cup of water and a lovely lovely medal in the shape of a moustache (well what else?)

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After a race (and I’m an expert now I’ve done 3, you know!) I always feel so good. I guess that’s the “runner’s high” people talk about. Although I was very tired and so so hungry. Luckily we were on our way to my mum’s who had a gorgeous Sunday dinner on the table as I walked in the door. I love my mam, she’s the best!

In other news, while I was running hubby was teaching little lady how to ride her bike without stabilisers and she did it. Yay! So proud of her. Well she did have 1hr19mins to learn 😉