24 hour gaming session

So my darling hubby has decided to take one of his passions to the extreme, and in doing so, he’s helping a fantastic charity.

Macmillan know how a cancer diagnosis can affect everything. So they’re there to support you and help you take back some control in your life. From help with money worries and advice about work, to someone who’ll listen if you just want to talk, they’re there.

No one should face cancer alone. So when you need someone to turn to, Macmillan are there. Right from the moment you’re diagnosed, through your treatment and beyond, we’re a constant source of support, giving you the energy and inspiration to help you take back control of your life, and feel more like yourself again.

My hubby has decided to take part in a 24 hour online gaming marathon, and will be “live streaming” the session via the xbox one app, “Beam”.  The session will start at midnight on 2nd going in to the 3rd of June, and will end at 23:59 on 3rd June.

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Snipped taken from the donation page – Just Giving

So this is a post asking for donations.  Not for me – not for my hubby – but straight to this wonderful charity, so they can continue with their excellent work.

Even if you can only donate a pound, as the saying goes – “every penny helps”.

Please click here to make a donation.

Thank you.

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Dear 3 year old. You’re making the baby cry.

Dear sweet, precious 3 year old of mine,

I know that you love your baby brother so much that you want to squeeze him, but he doesn’t like having all his insides shoved into his chest.

I know that you have this weird ear fetish right now, and you think that other people like having their ears pinched together. But no one likes that.

I know you were only trying to give the baby a drink of water because you thought he was thirsty. But I’m sure you know that his mouth is not on top of his head, and now he’s soaking wet.

I know you were just chasing Daleks on your stick horse, but you trampled the baby and smacked him in the face in the process.

I know you were just trying to help him stand up because you wanted him to walk, but his legs aren’t strong enough yet, and neither are you, based on how you dropped him.

I know you were just trying to give him a hug, but you knocked him down sumo-style instead.

I know you were trying to help feed the baby, but onion skins are not for eating and, as it turns out, get stuck to the roof of one’s mouth – and you know, sweetheart, he only has milk.

I know you just wanted to cuddle, but when you climbed in his crib and fell on him, you scared him shitless.

I know you were just copying MmyMmy and pretending to eat his chubby thigh. But when MmyMmy does it, she doesn’t use her teeth.

I know you wanted to teach the baby how to catch, but now he has a black eye.

I know you still don’t grasp that pinching people hurts them. But it does.

I know you really wanted to play with the baby’s toy even though you have 100 of your own, but dammit, he had it first.

I know you were only trying to get him dressed, but you have to undo the buttons before trying to ram his head through it.

I know you were just trying to give the baby a treat, but he’s too young for chocolate. Now I’m the bad guy who took it away and there is chocolate EVERYWHERE.

I know that you just wanted to play hide and seek and thought that the best place for him to hide would be underneath a blanket, but he hated that.

I know you told him to run before you shot the arrow at him, but he can’t even crawl yet.

In conclusion, my dear, sweet little angel of a toddler: I know that you love your baby, and are confused as to why he starts crying when he hears your angelic, screaming voice coming his way, but for the love of God LEAVE THE BABY ALONE!

Because you’re making the baby cry.

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Ice, Ice, Baby…

So, my husband received the Ice Bucket Challenge from a friend, to raise awareness for MND (Motor Neurone Disease – It’s called ALS (Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis) in the USA I believe).

It’s an excellent cause, and the MNDa is busy researching, funding and supporting those who suffer with this life-threatening disease.

My great, great uncle (ready for it?  My dad’s, mum’s, mum’s, brother) had MND, and I was so lucky to have known him in my life, even though it was for just a few short years.  I believe I was about 7 or 8 when he passed away.

My husband accepted this challenge, and he donated some money too.  In turn, he nominated three others to do the same.  I have to admit that I was very surprised that he didn’t nominate me…  It’s only a matter of time before I am nominated, and if I am being perfectly honest, I can’t wait to show my support.

Now, before you view the video of my husband (I will post my video when I get nominated by someone), please take a moment to donate to this amazing cause.

Take the Ice Bucket Challenge and make your donation by texting ICED55 £5 (or other amount) to 70070 (only available in the UK).

Thank you for your support xx

Day 8 – I’m going to do it…

I made a post on 21 June 2013 called To vlog or not to vlog, where I contemplated making a vlog.  The only problem I had was the topic in which to vlog about!

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Well, 9 months down the line, I’m still clueless about what topic to vlog about, but I am determined to make at least one vlog within the 40 days of Lent.

So…  What should I vlog about?!?!  Ideas!  Please..!!!

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Ok.  And to now stray away from the topic all together, have you ever stared at a word for long enough that it just doesn’t look right?  It’s just happened to me.  Just look at the word help.

Help.  HELP.  help.  hElP.  HeLp.  hELp.  hElp.  heLp.  helP.  HelP.

No matter how it’s written, it looks wrong.  Can you even misspell the word help?  Help!