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6月14日 actually i am nearly thirty threeaccording to my facebook page, i have lied about my age. lord knows why i ended up being twenty six that day. it all began...
skateboarding facilities in this country are crap. no one would argue with me. except for some crap, maybe, who feels upset at being compared to such uselessness. hopefully things may change soon. you know, when i become rich and buy a pile of sand to flatten and build some decent ramps and steps on. at present there are a few parks that are shabby, overpriced and...and... oh, i'll think of something. not to mention when the es team came out for a demo they were more hungover than that time i went out with chris and wendy and dee in whitby and i had cider coming out my eyes two days later. if i remember correctly.
i turned up at the springs skate park (read: a few old ramps and the worst mini both east and west of athens). it wasn't too hot as it was the middle of winter, so about twenty sixish. in fact it was new years evening 2007. there were a few groms there who think that skating is all about spending hours practicing how to heel nosejoint flip twist backside tre slide grollie shite wurn flop to fakie revert naffeck. what i mean is they don't actually like to use their wheels. they stand in one spot ollieing up and down while their friends tell them how much they suck. okay, so i've issues with modern riding. i blame youtube for making skating look easy. bloody editing tools.
for some reason not only did i have to pay to endanger my life at this third world worse than useless pile of old poo that a blind man could have built better even if he was both dead, tetraplegic and a rollerblader; i had to write down my name and age on a form as i went in. (don't get me started on the you must wear a helmet rule.) maybe it was so they could contact my next of kin when i snapped my esophagus riding over one of the eight thosand (or so) holes they had put in the mini ramps. not to mention the lifting up bits of metal (usually placed to make the surfaces flush) on the bottom of the ramps. instead of writing that i was thirty two, i wrote that i was twenty six. hehe. i am laughing as i type. what was i thinking? twenty six! i wish. maybe it was subconscious. cos it was when i was 26 that i stopped skating for about five years. i never meant to. i just went to england instead.
if i haven't made myself clear, skate parks in this country are feeble and i am a liar. 6月12日 no complyi've been the victim of a lot of generosity recently. kind words, gifts and people's time have all be thrust upon me as if i somehow deserved more than the kick in the trousers i expect each morning on waking up. talking of trousers, tomorrow is pancake day. fridays are pancake days. i love the way they always begin with ben coming into our room, crawling into our ample bed and eventually announcing that it's time for pancakes. he has to find my orange pancake pants (trackie bottoms, not undies) and my yellow shirt first. yes, i do like to look my best in the kitchen. ben knows that if it is still before seven ay em he gets a fimbles video first. i have long wondered where the line is between being nice and being generous. between being nice and loving. between being nice and being memorable. being nice is okay. i can be nice. i'm not, often, but i can be. if i could have two wishes, one of them would be that my character would reach a place a long way from nice. i would prefer to be generous, loving and memorable. like so many people i know. i would also wish for new pajamas. i am very happy these days. things are going well. i have a lot to look forward too. at these times i am at my weakest. i forget to do what is right. i become tight, full of myself and a general dick. maybe i should just go for a skate. there is a new set of six stairs out by the creek begging to nailed in five different ways. yeah, that's what i'll do. 6月9日 what?twice today i introduced myself to people who said that we'd already met. they said this after i introduced myself. i didn't hear them say that we'd already met, ignore them and introduce myself anyway. i'm not like that. but i did wonder how that could happen. i usually say, 'i think we've met... my name is frances (not my real name)', or, as i see and talk to a lot of folk at school whom i don't 'know' as such i might say, 'i've seen you around but don't think we've met...my name is gazza (not my real name)'. but today i did the whole introduction from scratch knowing full well i'd never seen these people before in my life. why on earth did they both say that we'd met. was i on the news? am i missing and my face printed on the side of milk cartons on breakfast tables across the emirate (like the u s of a). i am: perplexed, bemused, befuddled, amused, doubtful and slightly cheered by this. only, am i loosing my mind? my hair, yes. my eldest son's spiderman bag, yes. my mind. don't answer that. a conversation with a friend this evening left me hoping like heck that in future my boys will know me and i them. i don't mean knowing them just by name or a list of hobbies or their favourite items. i mean i hope to God that my our hearts will always know each other. always laugh and play together. always. all ways. my boys are stunning. i will never let them go. let them leave, yes. let them go, no. 6月6日 noodlesben went swimming today. he loves the pool. he leaps and dunks as if he has seahorse genes. those leaping, dunking seahorses.
meanwhile, i just added a few photos for you too enjoy.
also, at the supermarket today, by pulling a local mans garment repeatedly at the fish stand, ben caused me to catch up with a gentlemen i met years ago and in several instances since, wondered of his whereabouts. he forgave the pulling of ben with a smile and a handshake.
home boyshello. it's been nice to be at home this week. just to relax, enjoy the family, obtain a birth certificate on behalf of wee jonah, break my skateboard again (not a new one, just add to the crrracked nose), swim and stuff. jonah is doing nicely. he is growing, crying, consuming and passing milk and generally being cuter than a kitten full of puppies. i have taken some photos too. most of them are blurry but i have posted some of the little bit clearer ones. you will see ben's elephant pancake too.
in other news, the burn i received on my nose (nostril actually) the other day from holding a plastic cup of hot chocolate near my nose while at the same time squeezing it (the cup), is close to being fully healed.
thank you all for your messages. we are sorry to not be closer to you at the moment. take my word for it. jonah and ben make a delightful pair.
6月3日 thishis passport will read 'jonah michael bucksmith'. he arrived yesterday morning at 3.40am in rak hospital. he is exceptionally cute and superlative. i know that so many of you have been waiting for this news and we greatly appreciate all your messages of love and congratulation. i've already had about 5 of the chocolates from the box we were given by the hospital as we left this evening. it has been enormously touching to see the way ben has welcomed jonah into his heart. he kisses him, holds him and wants to play choo choo with him tomorrow. already they are friends. when ben entered the room to meet his brother for the first time he pointed at the cot and said 'this'.
life is curly and for many, bumpy. but for us this weekend it is everthing soft.
do check out the few photos i have added. do comment.
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