Posts Tagged Christmas
I’ve been pretty absent through most of December, mostly due to organising the Blue Moon and Make Believe Blog Tours. I also pretty much dropped off the face of the planet over Christmas. Well, that’s because I spent Christmas away, at my Mother-in-Law’s, over yonder on the west coast of Wales, where said MiL doesn’t have Internet. I didn’t switch on my laptop once whilst there, though that could have been due to Mr B exhausting me with treks around shops and walks on beaches, followed by the MiL filling me up with home-cooked meals until I could barely move except to fall into bed. And on top of those, the pooch came along and kept me on my toes.
To be honest, I was a little concerned about taking the dog, because our last one couldn’t handle the travelling and would be off her food during the stay, as well as refusing to eat for a couple weeks afterward any time we tried to take her. But I needn’t have worried, because aside from being somewhat unhappy with the icy sea winds, Lunar settled right in at ‘Nanny’s house, and I think Mrs B senior, might even have been a wee bit sorry to see her leave.
Anyhoo, I thought I’d share (now I have my Internet back) a little of where we took the pooch, and exactly what she thought of it. Sorry I couldn’t figure out how to get these vids on my blog, but I’ve posted links to them, and hope you’ll get a small smile out of them.
Oh, and for goodness sake, don’t listen to my horrible voice. I sound somewhat …. [insert choice phrase here]. O_o
This was the pooch’s very first time at the beach. Right before I took these, she’d met a couple Japanese Akitos (sp?), and ran around chasing them before letting them take a turn. Very cute and funny.
This was the pooch’s second trip to the beach. Broad Haven is an absolutely gorgeous place to visit, with the Bosherton Lily Ponds just around the corner, resulting in a river flowing down the beach from there and leading to the sea. Unfortunately, we couldn’t get around the lily ponds, because excessive rain had caused floods. The short clip below should give you an idea of how bad the weather has been.
And here are a few pics of our beach trips, too.
Broad Haven beach on approach.
Ah, yes, where the River runs to the sea at Broad Haven. Only a couple years back, me and Mr B jumped this to climb the rocks on the other side. Amazing how nature can alter stuff, eh?
The fam on the bridge that divides the beach from the lily ponds. If you look real close, you might be able to see Lunar hiding from the wind in Mr B’s jacket.
This was Tenby beach on Friday. The winds were seriously bitter and swept the sand across the beach in waves. Not sure you can see that in the pic.
And finally, what the pooch thought of those seriously strong winds. If it looks like she’s howling and looking pretty distraught, that’s because she is. Evidently, she’s a fine-weather beach dog only.
Anyhoo, that’s me.
How was your Christmas?
I don’t often share my private life with you all so this is a rare moment, but I had such an awesome time on Christmas day I felt compelled to blog about it.
This year, we headed to the west coast of Wales to visit Mrs B Senior (translate: my MiL). Lucky for us, she lives around 15 minutes from the beach—and as Mr B has visited the area (prior to his mum moving there) since he was still in nappies (diapers to the US’ers), he knows most of those nooks and crannies that the tourists never even know exist.
So, Christmas morning, he woke us up early with breakfast in bed (expected of him whenever we visit his mum) and me and the (not so) Mini-Me headed off on one of his magical mystery tours (the other Mini-Me was a little poorly and so stayed behind).
He drove past Military of Defence land, across cattle grids, past old buildings and pretty holiday homes … until we reached Stackpole Quay.
That was a cool enough spot to visit.
Apparently, it wasn’t cool enough for Mr B.
He made us climb slippery steel ladders up the Cliffside and then up some steps … until we reached the fields that give an amazing view of the beach below and the sea.
Then we traipsed across mud (because of torrential rain the day before) and dodged rabbit droppings and almost got blown over by mega gusts of wind … and after around 20 minutes of walking came across another beach.
One that had only 2 other people on it when we arrived. And the view from the top before we ventured down was spectacular.
Anyhoo … we jogged down the ton of steps to the bottom where I found a rather large stick and took to scoring my mark in the sand.
I did consider doing an autograph but worried about the stampede of fans clambering just to see it. O_o
Instead I left the ‘BELFIELD’ calling card trademark … then Mr B insisted I write Merry Christmas. Of course, I probably should have added a little more just to ensure the message made sense but … meh, my arm was aching by that point—especially as the bigger letters were almost 3 times my body length.
Then, I made Mr B and the (not so) Mini-Me run all the way to the top just to take pics.
Wouldn’t you know a load of rambler-looking folk chose that moment to show up and took great interest in the meaningful message that had been left in the sand. *snort*
Annnnnnd … then we all went home and watched Mr B cook dinner. Hehehehehe.
Oh, yes, that’s the MiL’s puss, Lady Jane Grey, who kept me company whilst visiting, hehehe.
So … how was your Christmas day? Do anything interesting?
Christmas is but 3 days away (wheeeeeeeeeeeee!) and I wanted to leave you all with something a little fun … a kind of gift … for you to participate in.
Yes, I know last year’s gift ‘One for the ladies‘ is almost unbeatable without writing you all an erotic piece of flash but I didn’t want to go that route.
Instead, to send you all on your merry crimble way, I’ve written a scene for a fun game of GUESS WHO?
Yep, this snippet depicts some of the Holloway Pack … (dare I say it?) before they were famous (ha!).
My challenge to you is this: Guess Who‘s the toddler?
Thick dark hair stands on end, as defiant over laying flat as the boy is over smiling for the camera. His eyes, as dark as rich cocoa yet nowhere near as warm—not in this moment—stare across at the bundle in his mother’s lap.
Her fussing with the soft fleecy blanket reveals a robust baby with hair as dark as the toddler’s and almost as thick. This only seems to determine the grim line of the boy’s mouth further as his pudgy little arms fold over his puffed out chest. Not even the mother finally giving him her attention seems to waver his mood.
“Son.” His father, on the far side of his mother, leans around and beckons him closer. “Come on now. Come and stand by your mother.”
With an impressive scowl, the boy shakes his head.
A hulk of a guy behind the camera barks out a laugh. “Boy’s stubborn as a mule.”
“Wonder where he gets that from,” his mother mutters before she aims a smile at the toddler. “If you come and have your picture taken, Mummy will make you jelly and blancmange.”
The boy’s head tilts, as though he’s considering the barter, whilst the narrowing of his eyes suggests he’s waiting for the catch. Still, he refuses to smile. Refuses to step closer. And his folded arms tighten across his chest.
“Boy,” his father says, his expression firm, “you will come and stand by your mother. That is an order. Do you understand?”
The boy stares back at his father for seconds before he drags his feet across as though wading through a marsh. At his mother’s side, his fingers toy with the hem of her skirt, yet he still refuses to give the lens his full attention.
As the flash blinds the family on the sofa, the boy’s focus is wholly on the baby occupying his mother’s lap—the lap where he should be sitting—and he does not look happy.
So … d’you know who it is yet? Hehehehe.
HAPPY CHRISTMAS, ALL! HAVE A GREAT TIME!
You might recall I recently wrote a post on how to recognise if you’re dating a werewolf.
Well, if by chance you worked out you are, you now need to consider that Christmas shopping for them might not be the same as shopping for your brother.
So … once again, I am here with my pearls—of wisdom, that is—to help you guys out.
First up … What NOT to buy:
- A ‘Sounds of the Forest’ nature CD. Without the other sensory stimulations to accompany the noises and birdly chirps, this will most likely send your wolfie pal on a one way trip to a padded cell.
- A pet cat. Seriously. The feline will leave the poor guy looking like an extra in a badly produced slasher movie.
- Paw print boxers. I mean, come on! You can be more original than that, right? He already has 30 pairs, for goodness sake!
- Twilight: the movie. Trust me. It’ll just make him mad.
- A dog collar. He won’t appreciate the sentiment. Not unless Dominatrix is the name of his private fetish.
- A kennel to stick in your back garden—for those all important nights he sleeps over. This will majorly offend the poor guy.
- A dog whistle. He’ll think you’re taking the p***.
- A kingsize bottle of Kouros. Or any scent for that matter. Not unless you want to spend the day sprayed by his sneezes. And that could get pretty ugly.
- A year’s supply of Frontline. This would be guaranteed to get you instantly dumped. And, really, who wants to deal with that on Christmas day?
Secondly … What’s on the ACCEPTABLE list:
- One of those massage mittens from Petsmart. I’m guessing your guy just luuurves to be stroked.
- A teddy bear. Seriously. But only gift-wrap it after it’s spent a few nights in your bed—with you.
- Blankets. Lots of them. But only of the fleecy variety. The furry dudes just love those fleecy throws.
- A nice juicy steak. Preferable raw. Don’t ask.
- A first aid kit. He will always find mischief that results in scrapes and bruises. And if you haven’t noticed as such, then the two of you ain’t doing the horizontal tango anywhere near as much as you should be. The below gift will most likely help remedy that ….
- Edible underwear. For you to wear. For him to eat. For you to reap the benefits of when it can only go toward fuelling his energy prior to you ending up naked. Trust me: win-win situation.
- A Frisbee. What? I’m not kidding. He’ll love it. Maybe.
- A doughnut maker. ‘Cept you don’t describe it as that. You tell him it makes edible Frisbees. Got it? Then watch the guy pee his pants in excitement … and if he cocks his leg to do so, you know you’ve scored a win for definite.
I think that about covers it. You should be good to go. Unless, of course, anyone else can think of any to add …. Anyone?
How about you? Do you have an unusual kin/partner to buy for this Christmas? How’s that going for you?