BBQ

A few nights ago was BBQ night down on the beach. I love to be on the beach in the evening, it´s not crowded or too hot and you can just enjoy the moon and the sound of the waves.
Not really sure why but whenever a family outing happens, the Simpsons always come to mind.I see my other half as Homer, yes complete with beer belly!My youngest son is Bart, he´s actually a bit older but similar type and pain in the ass. I don´t have blue hair, bit it IS one of my favourite colours so any time soon..... But where was I.. Lucia, the youngest, wanted to take the dog, but she´s got American Stafford genes ( so the vet says) Lucia by the way not the dog- je je je! anyway this accounts for her constantly jumping up and down like crazy, so not a good idea, after some hassling she was left behind. Getting the BBQ in the boot caused a bit of a stir as someone just shoved it in - legs screwed on and all! This caused some swearing from Homer. There was a bit of a riffy-raffy when we did finally get to the beach about location of said BBQ. While unpacking there were some faint under the breath mutterings of ¨all this fuss for a few pinchitos on the beach ¨which I stoically ignored and proceeded to dive into the cool box for the ice cold beers and bottles of tinto con limon - and that did it! From there on it was all plain sailing (thank God for alcohol, that´s what I say! ) Homer graciously assumed his role as chief BBQerer, Bart helped out with the appetisers ( ate them all ) and Marge just concentrated on drinking the wine and enjoying the moment. There was plenty of everything for everybody so no more swearing and mutterings just a Motley Crew under the stars with the moon and the waves to themselves.

Oh I nearly forgot, we almost got fined for parking too close to the beach, but Homer waddled over waving his beer can and sweet talked them out of it!

Behind every great man there is a woman rolling her eyes.
Jim Carrey.

I Have Never..............

I have never shaved my head, been on a cruise, dated anyone famous, taken the holiday of my dreams, worn a wedding dress, eaten sushi, travelled on the AVE, won the lottery or anything else for that matter, been ambitious, taken part in a MISS competition, worn a wig, been on a jury,spent 500 euros on a handbag, forgiven myself for wrong roads taken, dyed my hair black,used a blackberry, been to the movies alone, had twins,stopped liking the Temptations and Marvin Gaye, forgotten my first boyfriend, learned to tango or play the piano,sent food back in a restaurant, had plastic surgery, told secrets I´ve been asked to keep,looked good in photos, regretted stopping smoking, been as thin as I would have liked, had sex with a woman, been the sporty type- tennis, horse riding etc...., believed in OVNIS, doubted I have a guardian angel,understood love at first sight or the stock exchange, been threatened at gunpoint,travelled in a yellow cab in New York, really been the mother my children deserve, changed a flat tyre, liked jewellery very much, waxed my legs, believed in coincidence, understood the reckless road of self-destruction that my youngest son travels along, cleaned my car often enough, forgotten Chataway Rd, drank beer or coffee, not been disappointed by the men in my life with the exception of my eldest son who I admire immensely and who is a credit to himself and himself alone, liked ironing or cleaning windows, made trifle as often as I should, known a couple so dedicated to each other as my parents, liked or understood cricket or Prince Charles, ceased to be amazed at how beautiful and clever my grandchildren are and whoever they become hope they think of me with a smile, stopped being impatient and shouting very loud when mad, minded travelling by bus, forgotten a Xmas Eve walking hand in hand in the dark with the snow scrunching under my feet, understood what men find so fascinating about football, EVER taken for granted the unspoken forgiveness of my two older children, thank you, I love you both, camped in a tent, wanted to be a nurse, been hard to please and I could go on and on........ so do we really LIVE our lives or are we just the result of circumstance and random events that make us up and carry us along?



Forgive many things in others, nothing in yourself.
Ausonius.