Morning Glory

Last Night I was pretty down about work. In short I hate where I work and Im not going to mope about it or complain, Ill just do whats required - get off my ass and do something about it. So With Suolas being away I was feeling a bit sorry for myself and went to bed with a bad cloud over me. Then this morning a very colorful package arrived in my door - my eldest whos 4th Birthday is on Thursday was yelling 'Oh mama a burtday present for me??!!' and in a way it was. The wonderful and Generous Pool had sent me a care package of glorious local gourmet delights which are indigenous to New England. Since all the feckin good cameras in the house are in the care of Suolas I have only my crappy little phone camera to record such delights before they are quickly devoured with the imminent arrival of my step children this week. I couldnt get the detail captured on the bottles, but there is a Jar of Cranberry Relish ideally partnered Im sure with Asagio Cheese crackers, A jar of wild blueberry jam and a wee jug of New England Maple Syrup but the sweetest and most thoughtful items in the package where the two cute stuffed unicorn and kitty for my girls (though they not recorded on my camera my girls wouldnt part with them or keep still whilst trying to take photos of them) It was a wonderful way to start the day and certainly gave me a warm fuzzy feeling that in this cold world of selfishness out there, there are individuals who's generousity and thoughtfulness go beyond the call of duty and their only wish is to cheer up grumpy self pitying shites like myself with resplendent results. Thank you Pool, You really are a Star!

So as I said my stepchildren are coming over for a week on thursday (they asked could they call me Mum and I still get a little lump in my throat when I hear them say it) My girls are going to go insane when they see them because they love them so much and will most likely kill one of them in bear hug crush. For me it means lots of cooking, washing up, teenage angst, make overs, squeels and so forth - dont get me wrong I genuinely enjoy it and when they leave even though my two can best the vocals of any trash metal band there is a resounding silence that fills the air. Both myself and the girls feel the pinch of the anticlimax and sadness of the tearstained goodbyes as their Dad returns them home. The only reason why I am daunted by their visits.

Thoughtful Blurr

Apologies for the flakeyness of presence but I have been in the cyber wilderness with work being so busy and Suolas preparing for a film shoot in Spain this week (he has been working hard on his Mac editing stuff at home). None the less there is light at the end of the tunnel, I briefly had about a half hour just to check mail and gloss over the new entries on the brilliant blogs I read and Discovered the gorgeous Glamourpuss had awarded this pour moi.
So in turn Id like to award five others this wee award.

Pool of My Reflecting Pool

Crankster of Cranky Old Bastard

General Catz of Do You Feel Anything at All

Slaghammer at Alchemy Anyone

Stucco at Summer of My Discotent

They have all displayed thoughtfulness on a personal and social basis for me and awarding this to them is my way of saying thank you for doing so. Check them all out and the others too.