The silly cow didn't come yesterday. Phoned to appologise at 6.45pm and said she had a slot in the morning. Mr Steve forgot to call her back and when I came home from my little trip this morning, I found her card wedged in the door. Tough titties lady... I can't be expected to sit in day after bloody day just in case you call. It's going to be an arse now because I'll have to keep the house tidy for when she does eventually roll up.
Anyway, today I was introduced to a New Zealand kindy staple... The Aunties. We had Madame Salami herself turning balloons into mice and several handkerchiefs into one long tye-dyed one. Well, she didn't do that trick herself. Her rabbit did. Not a Sex and the City every-girl-should-have-one rabbit you understand (now that would make for an interesting wand), but a furry one. Actually she didn't turn the balloon into mice... my daughter did.
Yeah! My daughter got to have a turn of the 'magic' wand in front of everyone. I could hardly believe it. She picked my child! Mind you, Elissa did look pretty cute today, in comparison to the normal day-to-day scruffy haired, dragged through a hedge backwards look that she usually favours.
I knew there wouldn't be glue and glitter. I knew there wouldn't be sticking of sequins. I knew there wouldn't be playdough and paints, so today, I was able to dress her as the little girl that she is. Of course, as soon as we came home the pigtails were pulled out and the sweater tossed to one side but who cares! She was the chosen one on the day! Whoever said, "Never put your daughter on the stage, " never saw their daughter up there.
It wasn't Mrs Spears who said that was it? What is wrong with that girl these days? Not content with spending around $10,000 USD on baby gear (allegedly) but according to Xtramsn.co.nz, "The 'Toxic' singer, who is due to give birth next month, has yet to settle on a name for her child but Spears and husband Kevin Federline have both taken a liking to 'Preston'. "
The only Preston I know is this one:
The rich and famous don't seem to have the need to vet their child's name the way the rest of us do: having to make sure their initials don't spell words that will bring on the teasing or worse, bullying. Maybe if they sent their child to school with a name of Sam or Tom, that would bring on the teasing. Maybe, if their name was a plain and ordinary one, they wouldn't fit it. But Preston? That's just asking for trouble!
- urban gypsy [12:03 pm] |
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i am... honest. loyal. selfless. controlling ... hobbies... listening to music. theatre. blog hopping ... reads... chick lit. glossy magazines ... listens to music like... 70's disco. motown. pop ...
WISHES FOR
`new house (in Oz)
`less housework
`new shoes
`less bills
`new knickers
`smooth, tanned, glowing skin
`digital camera
`an iPod nano
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Urban Gypsy
30-odd year old mum of two
England - Saudi Arabia
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words__
When you run so fast to get somewhere
you miss the fun
of getting there.
Life is not a race,
so take it slower,
hear the music before the music is over, take your time and stay happy...
wishes for__
`new house (in Oz)
`less housework
`new shoes
`less bills
`new knickers
`smooth, tanned, glowing skin
`digital camera
`an iPod nano
I knew there wouldn't be glue and glitter. I knew there wouldn't be sticking of sequins. I knew there wouldn't be playdough and paints, so today, I was able to dress her as the little girl that she is. Of course, as soon as we came home the pigtails were pulled out and the sweater tossed to one side but who cares! She was the chosen one on the day! Whoever said, "Never put your daughter on the stage, " never saw their daughter up there.
