dietdevil: I love you paw, I love you too half pint

dietdevil: I love you paw, I love you too half pint: So after yesterday's blog where I asked what our first and secret crushes were, I was over the moon.  I got some very odd but also ve...

I love you paw, I love you too half pint

So after yesterday's blog where I asked what our first and secret crushes were, I was over the moon.

 I got some very odd but also very amusing responses and my friend Debbie was a bit naffed off as she had posted something very intelligent about science on facebook and got 2 comments whereas  I posted a blog about teenage objects of fantasy and got nearly 200.

 Ah, yes, I've still got it............................

 

And so I shall resume my trip down memory lane today.

 

This time it's tv programmes.

 

What were your favourites and more to the point - why?

 

 

Well I am proud to say that I adore one of the best tv shows ever and as you can see from the picture above -  it was - The Little House on the Prairie.

 

All about life in the Ingalls family and set in 19th century America, in a small farming community called Walnut Grove, it was THE BEST!!

 

The programme was derived from a series of books by Laura Ingalls Wilder - the actual Laura in the series, she was the second daughter and always up to loveable mischief.

 

There was Ma, Pa, sister Mary ( who went blind ) younger sister Carrie ( who rarely said or did anything ) another younger sister Grace ( equally as quiet ) and also Albert the adopted brother. They all had chores to do, they all walked miles and miles to school, they all read the bible, there was always a moral to every story and Pa would always tell Laura ( half pint ) how much he loved her at the end of each episode.

 

And of course there was the other characters in Walnut Grove - Doc Baker, Reverend Alden, and best of all The Olsens - they ran the village store and had 2 vile and spoiled children called Nellie and Willie.

 

Nellie was particularly loathsome.

 

I'm sure I am speaking for us all when I say we all knew a Nellie didn't we?

 

She wore frilly dresses and had perfectly blonde ringleted hair.

 Willie was just dumb and naughty.

Their antics were overseen by their dominant and equally horrid mother Harriet and their nice father Nels generally stood in the background restocking the gobstopper jars and shaking his head mournfully.

If my memory serves me correctly though, I am sure that Nels left Harriet for some young kind floozy later on in the story and she was left alone to think about all her bad deeds.

 

Writing it down, it doesn't seem quite so appealing now but to me 35 years ago it was wonderful. I laughed at it and I cried at it and I know I sound like an old fogie when I say ''eeeh they don't make them like that any more''.

 

I also loved the BBC dramas that were for slightly older kids and were shown at teatime on a Sunday night. Pollyanna, Anne of Green Gables, Ballet Shoes and Carrie's War. All good stuff and all adapted from good books too.

 

I would love to hear what everybody else watched and loved. What sticks in your memory and what makes you want to be 10 years old again?

 

And Debbie - sorry again for last night xxxxxxxxxxx

 

 

dietdevil: Things that make you go phwoaaaaaarrrrrr

dietdevil: Things that make you go phwoaaaaaarrrrrr: So my friend and fellow blogger Leanne has just pointed out that the object of some of my hearty desire Paul Hollywood has got his own sho...

Things that make you go phwoaaaaaarrrrrr

So my friend and fellow blogger Leanne has just pointed out that the object of some of my hearty desire Paul Hollywood has got his own show starting next week. Now for those of you heathens that don't know who he is, Paul Hollywood is the bearded twinkle eyed baking expert from 'The Great British Bake Off'.

 

Maybe it was the way he kneaded his loaves, or squirted jam into his doughnuts or kept saying 'baps' and 'buns' - I'm not sure but he reduced me to a dribbling wreck. I had a proper crush and I'm no schoolgirl.

 

This takes me back to when I was  a schoolgirl of 12/13  and I had my first proper crush - I am not proud and I don't know why but it was on Sebastian Coe! He won the gold medal in the 1500m at the Moscow Olympics and I cried because he won and then I cried because I loved him so much.

 

I collected lots of newspaper clippings about him from my Mum's Daily Mails and kept them in a huge pile in the drawer that also housed my 5 year diary. I planned to leave school at 16, travel to Sheffield ( where he was from ) , stalk him for a while, meet him, then marry him.

 

WHY????

 

When I see Lord Coe now on the telly I actually blush. I feel ashamed . I feel dirty. I really can't fathom what my 12 / 13 year old mind was thinking. It must have been the cold easterly wind in Northumberland or my hormones but I still cringe about it more than 30 years later.

 

I remember the day that I met a 'real' boy. I am not going to say his name but his initials were JD ( some of my friends will remember him - vividly ) and I came home and threw away all my Seb Coe clippings.

 

I was cleansed. I was cured. I had snogged!

 

So ladies and gentlemen - what makes us go 'phwoaarrr' when we see a certain celebrity on the tv or in the newspapers or in a film?

 

Seb was no looker but there must have been something that set my loins ablaze.

 

My phwoarr factors since then have been -

 

Adam Ant

Harrison Ford

Paul Young

Bruce Willis

Rob Lowe

Bobby from Dallas

John Cusack ( he still makes me phwoarr a bit)

Robbie Williams

Simon Cowell

Jon Richardson

Kirk from Towie

Jim Sturgess

 

and many many more that I can't really remember.

 

So if you have read this blog - please leave a comment and fess up who you've also had a little crush on. And please be honest. It can't be worse than Lord Coe.

 

Can it?

 

 

dietdevil: Mummies - and not the egyptian kind

dietdevil: Mummies - and not the egyptian kind: So today is Mother's Day. I have been one for 20 years and I have to say that my kids are lovely. Most of the time......joking - I love...

Mummies - and not the egyptian kind

So today is Mother's Day. I have been one for 20 years and I have to say that my kids are lovely. Most of the time......joking - I love them both more than wine, sticky toffee pudding and life itself.

 

The first baby that I fed or changed was Hattie. I was the youngest in my family and had no younger cousins etc so I had nobody to practise on. Hattie was my first and at times I thought she may be my last.

 

I read the manuals, I did it all correctly and worried and fretted like any other new mother.

My midwife pointed out to me that even though I had read the book, maybe Hattie hadn't and then I calmed down a bit.

 

By the time Martha came along 4 years and 3 months and 10 days later I knew it all.....except I didn't really as all babies are different, just as all people are.

 

But we all survived and here we all are above, last summer.

 

Girls are emotional, hormonal and dramatic and so am I so there have been some turbulent moments in our household during the last 20 years.

 

I miss them when they aren't here, I iften wish they would be quiet when they are here, I worry constantly about them, I want to throttle anyone that upsets them and all I really want is for them both to be healthy and happy - wealthy would be a bonus.

 

There are also my furry children - the dogs, and I suppose the miserable gumpy cat. Maddie our oldest dog sticks to me like glue and even if I pop out for 5 minutes I am greeted the same as if it had been 5 hours.

 

Total and unconditional love.

 

Happy Mother's day to all xxxxxxxx

dietdevil: A good book

dietdevil: A good book: So I love books. I love reading and I love our book group.   I have read some stinkers and I have read some corkers. I am currently wri...