Mamma Mia!

Has anyone seen Pierce sing in Mamma Mia yet?
You must go. It's the funniest thing I've seen for ages.
I just cried with laughter everytime he sang. He is so smooth and sexy when he is speaking. But put some music on and it's quite the contrast. It's like he is constipated and is trying to disquises it by breaking out into song. At one point (I think it was the wedding banquet scene) he sings a solo and I swear, it is just like he is impersonating Glen Robbins, ie Kel Knight or Boytown. Just hysterical. Dont get me wrong, I think he did a fab job. Just very very funny. Believe me, it will be hard to keep a straight face watching him as James Bond ever again!




Oh and stay for the credits. And take tissues. You'll need them to wipe away the tears of laughter.

For Auntie Liz.

A little fashion show for Auntie Liz.
Some of the clothes you sent over.
Mark's taken the camera so will get other shots when I can.

A little bit of essential escapism

You've got to love Regina Spektor.
Team her with a classic story from C.S. Lewis.
And you have yourself one fantastic movie.
The Chronicles of Narnia Prince Caspian

A must see.

Genetic Influences

Is there an adventure-specific gene?

I think there is. There has to be.

Anyone who knew my bro Paul as a kid will know what I am talking about. I mean, he actually went and volunteered to Mum and Dad that he had been playing with and therefore dropped and unrepairingly dinted the pewter beer mugs they'd been given as a wedding present. Rather than hiding them under a couch, which would have been the less painful and life threatening option.

Liz and I may have had a teensy weensy tiny little bit to do with that, though. Only a little. Well, mainly Liz.

We might have said something about how it would be better to be honest and own up and all that foofala (i don't think we were thinking straight that day,we may have been hit earlier with a spray from his terrible Fart Gas can, not sure, memory vague). But like a true fearless soul, he went and told Mum and Dad. The fallout was awesome. My theory is that he just would not have done that if he wasn't a carrier of the Gene.

MM is also a carrier, though he feels the pain, so slightly different in it's presentation. I mean, he FEEEEEELLLLS the pain. But he would still clamber up the side of K2 like a sherpa bred mountain goat given half the chance.

I'm a fairly huge fan of adrenaline myself. Though I lack the kamikaze-spider-killing part of it......and thank goodness for that!
This all leads me to believe that it must be a DNA link. India sure has it, and has had enough injuries to show that she is taking well and truly after her Daddy. And take a look at these pictures below. It seems our little Esta is now showing the same tendencies. Think of these photos as the very tame ones. Other acts warrant a scream and a faster-than-a-speeding-bullet action rather than a reach for a camera, so no photographic evidence beyond the 'tame' acts of adventure.

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July 2nd...some scrap talk.

This is a slightly belated post. I went to a Scrapbooking Expo here last month with my friend Jan. It was excellent. I actually attended classes which is new for me. Something I've only done once before and I was so unwell with IVF medications at the time it barely registered in my head. But this expo was great, I managed to have classes with some people who's work I've admired for some time. The above layout is from one of the classes using the beautiful MM Noteworthy range. I also attempted a paper quilting effort under the guidance of Loretta Grayson, that however is not quite finished and really not quite worthy of showing. I kid you not. It has sewing on it. Alot. That about says it all doesn't it? ut the class was fabulous despite my dubious sewing skills. Anyway, the original, from Loretta is, of course, stunning. So we shall pretend that mine looks like Loretta's which is this :)

I also did a class with Rachel Richter, and learnt some photoshop techniques, basic but very very effective. I'm keen to put them into practice once I sort out the horror that is my desktop computer at present. Hopefully that will be this century before desktop computers become some very vague memory of the past.