Musical Meme

I have been tagged by Indigo16 for this lovely meme, I'm really pleased as I've never been asked for a musical one before.

The rules of the game as set by Simon Reynolds: “List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they’re not any good, but they must be songs you’re really enjoying now, shaping your spring. Post these instructions in your blog along with your 7 songs.



The newest single from Glasvegas, I love the first verse, really poignant words, and I thank you for deciphering them and sending me them.



Now you knew this post would be Killers heavy, but I have restrained myself to 2. " For Reasons Unknown" This is the theme tune for my new life. I am a completely different woman than I was 2 years ago, and even 1 year ago, I go on, never looking back, like it says in the song "If Destiny's kind, I've got the rest of my life" and I'm going to live it.



My very favourite song ever, The Undertones - "Teenage Kicks", perfection.



The Killers - "The Ballad of Michael Valentine" , the best bit is at the end just after he sings " I've got a coat tail left to ride" and you get the bestest guitar riff, but you need to have it up loud for full effect.




The Dandy Warhols - "Bohemian Like You" - again best loud and I've provided some nakedness both male and female, I cater for all on this blog. Repeat after me, " You're the best auntie ever auntiegwen"



The Pink Spiders - "Little Razorblade" Their album " Teenage Graffiti" belongs to Eldest Beautiful Daughter but it lives in my car, it's happy there. She thinks she's lent it out but can't remember to whom, I keep quiet, bad auntiegwen, bad.




Fun Lovin Criminals - " The Fun Lovin Criminal", what can I say? I like Huey and I've got really fun memories of Beautiful Baby Daughter being very young and singing along loudly from the back seat.

So thank you Alison, I've loved this, please feel free to have a go on your own blog, I'd like to know what the Edge is listening to but he never does tags, so it'll be the usual suspects, you know who you are...

Old enough to know better ?

I'm wondering if I'm getting a bit too youthful in my outlook. In the last week I've...

got completely overexcited as my Killers tickets have arrived whoop whoop ( that's the auntiegwen happy noise)
gone to bed on a DIFFERENT day to when I got up (twice) on school nights too
read NME cover to cover, even went as far as to register on their website for an NME account
behaved inappropriately in the travel section at Borders
behaved in a way unbecoming to a woman my age in 2 different car parks
behaved in a less than mature fashion in a pub

Am I old enough to know better or am I just having fun ?

I've had a busy day !

I awoke The Beautiful Son and showered him with gifts and kisses.

I made breakfast for everyone and then the packed lunches.

I ran for 5 miles.

I baked The Beautiful Son's Birthday cake.

I spent an hour prepping for Friday's lesson.

I did a load of laundry, pegged it out, cleaned the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher.

I went to work and during the departmental staff meeting, I presented a new IT system for enrolling students ( I had a lot of help with this courtesy of a charming IT consultant, whose number is now stored on my phone under God)

I spent 2 hours cleaning out our resource cupboard at work.

I came home, vacuumed the house, emptied the dishwasher and took in the laundry.

I cleaned up (without yelling) the broken snowglobe that Rhys Daniel ( TBS maddest mate) had broken whilst playing indoor golf with a rugby ball.

I drove into the village to collect take out pizza's that TBS wanted for tea.

I then drove back into the village to go to the bank, as Beautiful Baby Daughter needs money for my ticket to see her play her trumpet in the school concert. I will of course, go with joy and be tremendously enthusiastic about these budding musicians.

I emptied the bins ready for collection tomorrow.

I did some prep for tomorrows lesson with the nursery nurses.

I have bug busted Beautiful Baby Daughter's hair.

I have spoken to my mummy on the phone.

I have blogged this.

I am now very tired and this is why I am usually asleep by 9pm.

The Beautiful Son - A Teenager !

Can you believe that my adorable baby boy has had the audacity to turn into a teenager !! The cheek of him. Tomorrow he will become 13.

He really was the most gorgeous baby, he had a cheeky smile, a really infectious laugh, very blonde hair and had big brown eyes that looked up at me like I was the Queen of the world. Some things have slightly changed over the years, he's much less blonde now and the big brown eyes look down on me now but I have to say he still looks at me with love.

When he was little he had lots of cute sayings and doings, he used to call me Mummydarling, all one word, he genuinely thought that was my name, when asked what he wanted to be when he grew up, he thought for a bit and announced that he thought that being a King would be a good job ! He was very scared of small yappy type dogs, big yappy type dogs and most animals really. When he was a toddler he was a one man demolition machine, he touched and broke everything in his path, it really was just as well he was so lovable.

Today he plays rugby, is fearless, has long hair, plays electric guitar and looks very cool. He has a real integrity to him and is a really popular boy, everyone who meets him loves him.

Once when he was 2 he had completely destroyed the playroom, a real huge mess and when I went in I pointed to it and I asked him " What did Jack make ? " pointing at the mess and he replied " Mummydarling happy, Jack makes Mummydarling happy"

And he still does, every single day and I count my blessings for the gift of him and the absolute priviledge to be his mummydarling, I am THE luckiest woman in the world, because he's mine and I love him more than I can ever say, he's my heart, mo chridhe.

My arse

It's been a quiet week this week. Beautiful Baby Daughter has been on a school trip to Wales but is coming back tomorrow. I have missed my wee sweetie scone and she's missed me, she texted me yesterday saying, I just need a hug, aawh babbins.

Eldest Beautiful Daughter continues on her exam merry go round but only has 3 left, so on the home stretch.

The Beautiful Son continues to be a work shy article whose has practised his twin pastimes of Runescaping and eating to olympic standard this week. No BBD to share the computer or jaffa cakes with !!!

EBD made me laugh today, when I got in from work she told me that TBS had got changed out of his school uniform but he'd put his t shirt ( a Glasgow Rangers Football top, no hate mail please, I didn't buy it !!!) on back to front, so she tells him and he looks down to check. There emblazened across his chest is his name and the number 11, he hadn't noticed. Her parting comment ** " Gifted and talented, my arse !!!"

Join in with me now, " Oh Sweet child of mine"


** The Beautiful Son was picked out for the Gifted and Talented programme whilst at primary school. It was a government thingy that gave extra classes to kids that were identified as being more able, he was picked for the science stream. A fact that somehow surprises people when they meet him !!! It also annoyed the crap out of his sisters who were not chosen.

Consulting

I seem to be flavour of the month at work. Oh yes, there has been notice of your auntie by the big high heid yins. They seem to think I am very what splendid. In fact so many nice things have been said, I apparently can save the educational system all by my own self I am that clever. I am beginning to think if I was chocolate, I would eat myself.
The result of this is, at work today I was asked how much I would charge for a days consultancy work.Now I have no clue for I am a consultancy virgin ( ok, to save you the trouble, I'll say it myself... thats one of the few types of virginity left to me, boom boom !!!) consultancy sounds like a grown up sort of scary type stuff that will probably involve technology which we all know your auntie is feart of.

So, I have been asked to do a few days of educational consultancy with an emphasis on multi sensory learning.

And they have told me to name my price !!

Aw feck, now I'm scared

TMI part deux

I have grey hair in more than 1 location. I have wrinkles. My bosoms are not as pert as they used to be.
I am a 41 year old woman and I accept these little insults as part of the inevitable ageing process.

There are things about me which are sometimes thought of as the trademark of the young.
I have spots on my chin. I have nits.

Now I wonder why I am still single ? Spots, grey hair, wrinkles AND nits.

Form an orderly queue gentlemen.

The Beautiful Students

Today was my last lesson with my year 13 A level group, you know the ones, the "Miss, I don't get it" lot. I only have them 1 double lesson per week on a Wednesday afternoon and they sit their exam on Friday.

When I went in today, they presented me with a huge bouquet of flowers, a box of Thorntons chocolates, a bottle of Merlot and a thank you balloon. They'd all written in a card as well, really lovely things about how much they'd miss me and how much they'd appreciated what I'd done.

Then I went to the other school where I've been doing a babysitting course after school 2 days a week,this was their last lesson too and they'd got me some flowers and a thank you card as well.

It really has been my priviledge to be a teacher, I absolutely love it, it's the best job in the world and when someone says "Thank you" it makes life that little bit sweeter.

So thank you to all my students past and present, I am so pleased to have had you in my life. You do make it all worthwhile. Like I say, I'm a lucky, lucky girl.

The Beautiful Children

The Beautiful Son is annoying his beautiful sisters. At the weekend he filmed Beautiful Baby Daughter when she was asleep to prove that she snores. She's totally peeved and thinks he's going to put it on Youtube. I made him delete it but not before he set it as his ringtone.

At dinner last night BBD accused TBS of eating all the strawberry creams out of the Quality Street we had at the weekend (mea culpa) but before I had a chance to fess up, he had screamed at BBD his denial which made Eldest Beautiful Daughter burst into tears, even though he wasn't shouting at her. She was totally surprised and said she didn't know why she was crying, (we do, exam stress) and she wanted TBS to say sorry for yelling. He wouldn't, both of them left the dinner table all disgruntled leaving Chief Accuser and the Guilty Party unscathed. Like my mum says about BBD she could start a fight in an empty house.

This morning Eldest Beautiful Daughter came down, she's had a rotten night, didn't sleep, had a temperature of 39 but still had to go to school to sit English GCSE this morning and History GCSE this afternoon. She told me she'd had a nightmare and that when she went into the exam hall there was only 1 table and chair, she was all alone and when she turned over her exam paper it was blank.

She looked like she did when she was 4, those huge eyes brimming with tears, and all hot and bothered. I just wish I could help her, giving her Ibuprofen and telling her it'll be okay just seemed like a poor bit of mummying today.

TMI

I have had to face up to an unwelcome truth today. As much as I try to avoid it with the copious amounts of anti wrinkle cream and the fashionable clothes and the vaguely youthful music, I am getting old.

This morning I noticed a grey hair, and it wasn't on my head.