And WOW! the Zimm's know how to do a Bar-B-Q right! Was this another party hijacked by the Mommies and Daddies?

Daniel (age 3): “Give me a five!” (Presenting an outstretched upturned palm.) Moma (age 33): “No honey…Gimme5.” (Responding with patient ‘teacher’ voice tones.) Daniel: “Give *me* a five!” (Thrusting palm still upturned.) Moma: “Honey…its Gimme5.” (Now placing her own palm out and up to enhance the tutorial effect) Daniel: (Screaming and crying!!!) “NO! Moma *you* give *me* a five *first*!!!!"

Perhaps I would benefit from a few hours of getting to know myself?
Fight Club!

What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)
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This is where I lie on the.. Great Political Compass. Try it for yourself...

What do you get when you cross the desire to procreate (not the act of) and too much time surfing the net? Possibly a headache or something far worse!!

As my bottom cheeks hit the toilet seat, and slid...I realised I had had no idea what I was in for! The first time I held him, hearing the words 'It's a boy!'....I had no idea! I had been warned about how I would feel different about my boy than I did about my girls (which I scoffed at, at the time, but understand now only as the mother of a boy can...it's different). I had been warned that he would tear holes in the knees of his trousers, outgrow his clothes quickly, and eat A LOT... I suspected he would like to catch bugs, frogs, lizards and snails, but that didn't worry me, *I* had liked doing that, and so did his big sisters - storing them in his pocket was a new aspect though... but nobody had prepared me for the messes!! Undoubtedly I would have been able to post something every day had I started a blog two years ago titled - "The Messes My Son Makes" A close look at the toilet, the sink, the bath and the 4 white tiled walls of my bathroom revealed a full bottle of Coco Butter Luxury Body Cream was now quite evenly dispensed around the room. I sighed, finished my business and commenced the 'tidy up'. This one didn't even faze me. There was the one with the Peanut Butter - where handfuls had been spread all over him, baby sister, couch, chairs, coffee table and TV - in the space of me changing the clean laundry into the tumble dryer. There was the one with the Bright Red Lipstick - In his hair, his baby sister's hair, all over their faces & the white cotton duvet cover. There was the Yoghurt Paintings - I think he was trying to redecorate the front hall. There was the one with the Poster Paints - I really shouldn't have tried to catch 40 winks on the couch that Saturday afternoon! Oh yeah, and the one, at the age of 2 and a half, he decided to make dinner for me! - Take a frying pan (with cool oil) add at least 8 chicken stock cubes, ¾ canister sugar and mix well with at least 7 large kitchen utensils!!! - Please insure this oily mixture is spread on the blue stone kitchen floor for effect!! But the most distressing of all is the POO!!! Why oh why oh why does he mess in his poo???? I have lost track now how many of these messes there have been, but console myself with the theory that he is possibly trying to clean himself...getting it on his hands by accident... and then in turn tries to GET.IT.OF.HIS.HAND!!! I really had no idea! But, even considering my moments of frustration, even knowing that I possibly still have no idea, even knowing that he will most likely continue to mess, I wouldn't change anything about my wee boy... except perhaps the poo thing!

“That wasn’t flying…that was falling with style!” – Woody, Toy Story I’ve never really flown. Flown? Me? With the feeling of air beneath me, lifting me, causing me to soar…really soar! Mastering, achieving, realizing...realizing my potential, triggering those habitually dormant flecks of would-be capability…Capability underemployed, and determination deserted....stopping short of ever being accomplished. “But, what about….” And “haven’t you forgotten the…” No, that would be the graceful happenings in the life of someone who’s never really aimed. To date, there has been no true attempt to do things I may not be able to succeed in, I have only stumbled and fallen into…everything. And oh! how beautifully I have managed to do that! Falling that is…falling with style.

If to ‘arrive’ you must have one of these…then I have arrived! If, on the other hand, it is necessary to have one of these……well then, sadly, I’m not quite there...and at £281K apparently the waiting is not over for me!

It’s hard to know, really, what you really look like to others…I mean, we can look in the mirror, but let’s be honest, everyone goes twisted and contorted to achieve the most becoming perspective, don’t we? So, in your quest to discover how you appear to others, you may have uttered the words, ‘Am I as fat as her?’…or even, ‘Do I my roots show as much as hers?’, and you’re probably not alone if your partner or close friend, when looking for affirmation, has said to you ‘So, do you think I look like him?’ Comments, like these, cause you to keep your eyes open for that benchmark…. Understanding my roots in Glasgow, you can imagine my surprise this morning when I ‘googled’ (for a reason that is very amusing in itself) a notorious ex-criminal turned artist, and discovered what I deem to be a striking resemblance…well, give him a few more years to ripen!!!

I *so* feel as though I have nothing witty, fresh, exciting or entertaining to say. Nothing to bring to a place like this, nothing that contains even an ounce of originality…but I WILL, regardless of my shortcomings, have a place of my own!!! For many reasons, I have hesitated in the past to shoulder my way in…Many of them are just my private little neuroses (which I’m sure will become apparent), but mainly - I just didn’t know how….but, I will not bow (yet) to my lack of technological ability. Maybe, I need this space as a dumping ground… a place to air my opinions (of which I have many). These can be annoying…so if you don’t like them…just stay away! Maybe, I need this space for a brag-book, of sorts. I have accomplished very few things in life that I am more proud of than producing my darling children, I intend to parade this accomplishment here!! You must realise though, there were never 4 more beautiful, delightful, entertaining or breathtaking children ever conceived…ever! They, hopefully, will contribute themselves to this little corner of the Web. And, maybe, just maybe Amber doesn’t want left behind….