How to lose your dignity at the Chemist

Have you ever had a haemorroids  hemmoroids hemmorrhoids?  God, I can’t even spell them.

Well I suffer from the above ailment.  Or as I like to call it: A Dinosaur-arse.

Of course there are readily available medicines for this condition.  Namely suppositories. However, there is a catch to acquiring them.  Read more at Weekend at Rosys.

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Rosy takes on a new name

Hello my gorgeous friends!

It’s official. Your favourite Rosy blog has changed it’s name.

We are now…WEEKEND AT ROSY’S

And you can now find us here!

Why the change? My blog was originally based on my sewing business. However, as time’s progressed I’ve found that I’m blogging more about random ‘stuff’, and not much about sewing!

And so Weekend at Rosy’s has been born. Come visit us here. Subscribe if you dare!

Love Amy x

If Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus

…then Teenage Boys are from Uranus.  Full stop.

I say this based on pure fact my observations, after spending some time with friends and their teenage boys.  I love these boys – they are kind, gentle, and very funny.  They play with my two daughters even though they are years older than them.

But they are definitely from Uranus. For obvious reasons.  This is coming from me – a mother of two daughters – who like PRETTY.

So I’ve come away armed with some key phrases.  My two favourites?

Number 1: Ball Hands.  A nickname.  Not because of his skill with ball games.  But because he likes to check that his own are still there.  Every 5 minutes!

Number 2: Nugg Time. A favourite past-time for teenage boys apparently. And it is Number Two’s. Literally. And is undertaken several times a day.

Not that I’m completely in the dark about teenage boys.  I did grow up with two brothers.

So I must admit that I could not resist my own toilet humour antics.  The double pop-off dance.  I won’t go into it, but you can probably get what it entails.  And how mature it is.

However after my ‘dance’ and much laughter from said boys (and disgust from Mr F), they only tried to top it with a triple pop-off dance.  They were unsuccessful, and I therefore have kept my status as the Queen of this dance.

Hang on…am I really saying this?  Proud of my farting antics?  Could I be from the same Uranis-isan planet as the teenage boys?  Heck, I’m actually worse because I’m a grown up.  Actually an adult might be a better word.  I have so not grown up!

Do you have boys?  What are their favourite antics and phrases?  Does it make you laugh?  Or cry?

Amy xx

Rebels without a cause

I know one.  She is three.  Also my daughter.

Yes, Miss Jaz is kicking up a bit of stink at kindy lately.  Bucking the system, rocking the boat, refusing to conform.  It is anarchy of the kindy kids.

She has a partner in crime.  Her little bestie.  Both girls are cute as can be and very funny, but so determined and so full of spunk.

The latest rebellion is to just rock up to kindy and tell all and sundry (in a sing-song nerh nerh nerh voice:

“Me don’t like kindy.  Yeeeeah”.  First Jaz says it, then her bestie.  And vice-versa.

Prior to this was sneaking off to another table when their table was meant to go and wash their hands.  When reprimanded, both girls look at each other and Jaz pipes up with:

“Ooops. We’s been caught out.”  This is accompanied by a sweet, innocent and well-rehearsed smile.

Seriously, she cracks me up.

So, with many years of schooling ahead, I think our little rebels will learn to conform.  Or will they just play up continuously?  To use Jaz-speak: “Me thinks hers will be a bit naughty.”

This, my friends, is where boarding school has some SERIOUS merit!

I’m researching boarding schools now.  I figure that I can then blame someone else (the school) for her future rebellions.  Yes.  That’s the answer!

Amy x