Hey Nick... Son just asked you for an invite... Na na na na naaaaaa!
Er...
Sam
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Hi from the Bourne Woods
Hello to you all,
just a quick post to say Hi and thanks for last week. We all had such a good time, and it was great to see everyone.
Back to normal now, back to work tomorrow unfortunately. Nothing much happening which is good. We went to Cambridge for a night, not too keen. prefer York, plus we got a parking ticket, so all in all an expensive weekend. Not as expensive as the wedding of the landladys daughter 3 years ago - at £22,000!!! We just looked at each other in amazement. Well, I must go, have to iron my uniform and polish my crocs.
Love to you all from Sonya xxx
PS what and when is the next get together - still have`nt got the invite Nick!!!
just a quick post to say Hi and thanks for last week. We all had such a good time, and it was great to see everyone.
Back to normal now, back to work tomorrow unfortunately. Nothing much happening which is good. We went to Cambridge for a night, not too keen. prefer York, plus we got a parking ticket, so all in all an expensive weekend. Not as expensive as the wedding of the landladys daughter 3 years ago - at £22,000!!! We just looked at each other in amazement. Well, I must go, have to iron my uniform and polish my crocs.
Love to you all from Sonya xxx
PS what and when is the next get together - still have`nt got the invite Nick!!!
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Overheard in the Arse
Afternoon!
Let me share my favourite website at the moment with y'all.
It's called Overheard in the Office. Think Nick's exclamation: 'Stuff it up my arse', and you get the idea.
www.overheardintheoffice.com/
Check it out
Sam
Let me share my favourite website at the moment with y'all.
It's called Overheard in the Office. Think Nick's exclamation: 'Stuff it up my arse', and you get the idea.
www.overheardintheoffice.com/
Check it out
Sam
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
My Last 4 Pics from the Wedding
Laura selects an 11-piece Giant breccy. Stopped at 0600 at road cafe in England for breakfast and filled our tums. While Nick had a sore belly from the night before, the rest of us helped ourselves to a full English! Yummm....
And here's the mother of the bride posing after a quicky haircut by Jonny at his flat in Morton. Closely followed by Ollie and Jonny outside the flat shortly before leaving for the church.
And finally, three angels found hanging around the hotel before the wedding. Bless 'em!
Sam
Screwball Scramble Alert
Don't know how it happened, but when I was taking my jotter out of the satchel which I had taken to Bourne I tried to fold it over itself but found there was a mystery obstacle preventing me. Low and behold... 
Screwball Scramble's missing ball bearing!!
Somehow it had managed to get out of the box, into the lobby at the foot of the stairs and into my satchel, and then snuggle up into the binding spring!
I'll pop it into the post for ya!!
Sam
Screwball Scramble's missing ball bearing!!
Somehow it had managed to get out of the box, into the lobby at the foot of the stairs and into my satchel, and then snuggle up into the binding spring!
I'll pop it into the post for ya!!
Sam
hey everyone - its jess. just a note to say ive got the website where you can order prints of mine and johnnys wedding. its www.imagicam.co.uk you have to put in the album name to see the photos ( its TrippWoods ) and then the password to access the photos. the pasword is 2209 . gordon says you can order photos off this site so there you go. tata jess xx
Wheelchair-capades
The Poor Wee Lad!
Peter pulled a muscle dancing at Jess's wedding reception and found himself unable to walk the 1/4 mile to the supermarket on a crisp-and-juice-run the following morning.
While Laura set off on the shopping journey Peter returned to Sonya and Les' house determined to find a way to join his wife. The wheelchair!
See the happy couple in the aisles and at the checkout as they sample life in years to come.
Boy - it was a sharp learning curve. Sam
Peter pulled a muscle dancing at Jess's wedding reception and found himself unable to walk the 1/4 mile to the supermarket on a crisp-and-juice-run the following morning.
While Laura set off on the shopping journey Peter returned to Sonya and Les' house determined to find a way to join his wife. The wheelchair!
See the happy couple in the aisles and at the checkout as they sample life in years to come.
Boy - it was a sharp learning curve. Sam
Monday, September 17, 2007
Oooh - I Could Crush a Grape!!!
Just a quick line to say how excited I am that it's Jess and Johnny's wedding this weekend!
It'll be laughing non-stop on the way down as Peter, Laura, Nick, Claire and me race down the road on Thursday night to arrive in Bourne on Friday morning. Then there's the kilt-cartwheel competition that I'm organising. We'll see who's got the longest penis in the family... actually we won't cos I'm not wearing a kilt. You'll have to trust me that I takwe first place in that one.
Then there's the stuff on Friday afternoon - perhaps there's some useful things that we can help ou with Son... er, decorating things, er.... ummm, doing more cartwheels etc. Then Friday night when everyone meets at the Woods' for a bumper nosh up, burping and/or farting, some showing off, a wee bit swearing etc... and that's just Mum.
Then there's the hysterical laughing on Saturday morning, what with folk running around trying to remember what they're supposed to be doing, staying out of stressed parents' way, hiding in the airing cupboard eating sanitary towels (hey, it's dark in there).
Then the solemnity of the wedding ceremony: Mum wondering whether she brought the correct reading and not the lesbian manifesto she had been reading the night before; Peter trying to prise his nuts from his thighs under his sweaty kilt; Laura trying to prise Peter's nuts from his thighs under his sweaty... (you know how it goes); Claire T trying to decide whether the minister has a boyfriend or a girlfriend; Nick looking up phrases in the church Bible, like 'Moses fingered the Chaldaeans'; Claire S hoping no-one spots her false arms (while she secretly knits a hemp posing pouch for Nick under her jumper); me trying to sing in a key lower than a soprano... okay stop there. It's not funny.
Anyroad - if you read this before Saturday, JessNJohnny... good luck and looking forward to seeing you on Friday and Saturday.
Sam
It'll be laughing non-stop on the way down as Peter, Laura, Nick, Claire and me race down the road on Thursday night to arrive in Bourne on Friday morning. Then there's the kilt-cartwheel competition that I'm organising. We'll see who's got the longest penis in the family... actually we won't cos I'm not wearing a kilt. You'll have to trust me that I takwe first place in that one.
Then there's the stuff on Friday afternoon - perhaps there's some useful things that we can help ou with Son... er, decorating things, er.... ummm, doing more cartwheels etc. Then Friday night when everyone meets at the Woods' for a bumper nosh up, burping and/or farting, some showing off, a wee bit swearing etc... and that's just Mum.
Then there's the hysterical laughing on Saturday morning, what with folk running around trying to remember what they're supposed to be doing, staying out of stressed parents' way, hiding in the airing cupboard eating sanitary towels (hey, it's dark in there).
Then the solemnity of the wedding ceremony: Mum wondering whether she brought the correct reading and not the lesbian manifesto she had been reading the night before; Peter trying to prise his nuts from his thighs under his sweaty kilt; Laura trying to prise Peter's nuts from his thighs under his sweaty... (you know how it goes); Claire T trying to decide whether the minister has a boyfriend or a girlfriend; Nick looking up phrases in the church Bible, like 'Moses fingered the Chaldaeans'; Claire S hoping no-one spots her false arms (while she secretly knits a hemp posing pouch for Nick under her jumper); me trying to sing in a key lower than a soprano... okay stop there. It's not funny.
Anyroad - if you read this before Saturday, JessNJohnny... good luck and looking forward to seeing you on Friday and Saturday.
Sam
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Arse biscuits......
Sorry about the last post (said with head bowed and hand on heart....) but I pressed the wrong button.
There will be teacakes, snowballs, taxis, in fact anything but bloody penguins, I hate them.
Yeh Sam, if Laura cant fix your tooth, I have an electric dremmel type drill, perfect for diy tooth fixing. Just drink some alcohol, let your head loll to one side with your mouth open a la mum, and I`m sure we could sort it out, nae sweat big man.
I thought I would follow some of the links on the blog, and clicked onto the grassroots/BBC radio Scotland website, since when was dad working there? No wonder you are looking for other jobs Sam, what job is he doing? Green screening?
Nothing much new here, just last minute jobs, and a lot of excitement/excrement - what ever.
Will blog again, watch this space
Love Sonya xxx
There will be teacakes, snowballs, taxis, in fact anything but bloody penguins, I hate them.
Yeh Sam, if Laura cant fix your tooth, I have an electric dremmel type drill, perfect for diy tooth fixing. Just drink some alcohol, let your head loll to one side with your mouth open a la mum, and I`m sure we could sort it out, nae sweat big man.
I thought I would follow some of the links on the blog, and clicked onto the grassroots/BBC radio Scotland website, since when was dad working there? No wonder you are looking for other jobs Sam, what job is he doing? Green screening?
Nothing much new here, just last minute jobs, and a lot of excitement/excrement - what ever.
Will blog again, watch this space
Love Sonya xxx
hiya
Sonya, Peter and I just need to know what sort of biscuits will be in said tin....as we dont want to get too excited if its only rich tea or custurd creams!!!
Sam, no worries I will have all my stickle bricks out, although it sounds like it will require a number 2 (heehee) to sort that out!!
See you soon
L+P
Sam, no worries I will have all my stickle bricks out, although it sounds like it will require a number 2 (heehee) to sort that out!!
See you soon
L+P
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Nonsense
This is my first post for ages. I think I kind of forgot about it!
But things are okay here in Aberdeen. Joe Parts was up to see me a couple of weeks ago and we got pretty plastered over a couple of nights. He's well.
I did some work experience in web publishing for BBC Scotland in Glasgow last week... all part of my bid to move out of radio and into what we call New Media.
I'm not wearing a kilt to Jess's wedding. I've been down on them for the past few years (you never know who's sweaty bottom was last pressed against the inside of the one you hire despite it being dry-cleaned!), so I'll be wearing a suit instead. However, I will NOT be laughing at anyone else who chooses to wear one. And yes, I WILL be wearing underpants under my suit - unlike a troo Scotsman.
Son, can we bring anything to your house for the Friday meal or wedding day? I seem to recall necking the bulk of a bottle of Baily's last time I was at yours. I'll have that in my luggage, anyway, but anything else you can think of? We could stop off at Melton Mowbray and pick two dozen Ginsters pasties...!
But I'm off to my scratcher now. Knocked off work early today. I've been getting headaches and neuralgia and slight nausea... I think it might have to do with the new crown the dentist glued in my mouth the other day. It feels like she put in a stickle brick instead of a ceramic molar. I'll get Laura to check when I see her next.
Snore
Sam
But things are okay here in Aberdeen. Joe Parts was up to see me a couple of weeks ago and we got pretty plastered over a couple of nights. He's well.
I did some work experience in web publishing for BBC Scotland in Glasgow last week... all part of my bid to move out of radio and into what we call New Media.
I'm not wearing a kilt to Jess's wedding. I've been down on them for the past few years (you never know who's sweaty bottom was last pressed against the inside of the one you hire despite it being dry-cleaned!), so I'll be wearing a suit instead. However, I will NOT be laughing at anyone else who chooses to wear one. And yes, I WILL be wearing underpants under my suit - unlike a troo Scotsman.
Son, can we bring anything to your house for the Friday meal or wedding day? I seem to recall necking the bulk of a bottle of Baily's last time I was at yours. I'll have that in my luggage, anyway, but anything else you can think of? We could stop off at Melton Mowbray and pick two dozen Ginsters pasties...!
But I'm off to my scratcher now. Knocked off work early today. I've been getting headaches and neuralgia and slight nausea... I think it might have to do with the new crown the dentist glued in my mouth the other day. It feels like she put in a stickle brick instead of a ceramic molar. I'll get Laura to check when I see her next.
Snore
Sam
Sunday, September 9, 2007
getting excited....
Hi everyone, how are you all doing? We are all fine, just getting more and more excited with each passing hour - how poetic. Plans are coming along nicely, all we need now is a good day, not too hot, but with plenty of sun. We shall be cooking a meal for everyone on the friday evening, and it is open house all day - biscuit tin shall be suitably filled Nick and Sam. All that will be required is you lot, and plenty of laughs. Well must go, some bugger please post something on here, I am fed up of looking several times a day, must get a life?
Lots of love and excited thoughts
Sonya and the Bourne woods xxxxx
Lots of love and excited thoughts
Sonya and the Bourne woods xxxxx
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