There's still no sign of our beloved cat, not even a body. It's the not knowing that's hardest. We hope he went off to die on his own and that it happened quickly and painlessly. Anything else is too awful to contemplate.
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Now there's another chance to enter. The wonderful Zooarchaeologist at Being a Mummy is holding a competition to win:
2 nights for 2 Adults and 2 Children at the 4 star Best Western in Stoke-on-Trent including B & B and a 1 day family pass to Alton Towers for a family of 4. Total prize value is £300
To complete my entry I'm including a poem about being a mummy.
I'm cheating slightly here and including the lyrics to a song I wrote recently on this very subject.
It's a jolly pop song, in the style of The Beautiful South. It won a UK Songfight competition (woo hoo)!
I include the words to the chorus on my Twitter bio and I think it has put off quite a few feminists from following me back. I say 'I'm happy to be a housewife in the Indian Summer of my life'. I can't think of anything more feminist or empowering than working flippin' hard for twenty years so that I can now be in the position to afford to stay at home while my children are small. This is my choice.
Gosh I'm still in ranting mode, sorry!
Anyway, here it is:
Indian Summer
Married to my career, I climbed the corporate ladder
Now I just stay at home, I couldn’t be any gladder
What do you do? Am I embarrassed to say?
Well I watch Countdown, I can fill my day
I’m happy to be a housewife in the Indian Summer of my life
Got to see the first smile, got to see the first walk
Don’t miss the politics, don’t miss the business talk
I love In The Night Garden, I love animal biscuits
No more stand up meetings, don’t have to put up with misfits
I’m happy to be a housewife in the Indian Summer of my life
Biological clock tick tick tick tick, Elvis sealed my fate
Loving my Indian Summer, blossoming late
I’m happy to be a housewife in the Indian Summer of my life
You can listen to it here.
Whoa and talented too. Good luck to you. I went through a competition entering phase when I was desperate for a holiday and had zero cash (plus ca change then). All I ended up with was a heavyweight of junk mail, but hopefully you will be more successful.
ReplyDeleteThat is great. And I couldn't agree with you more!
ReplyDeleteI have tagged you on my blog http://youfoundkelshidingplace.blogspot.com/2009/07/photo-tag.html
Really sorry that there is no sign of the cat. They do tend to go off on their own like that somewhere quiet I think but I know it must be hard for you.
bloody brilliant, i love it!! Thanks for your comments on my blog - they are always very welcome! And have enjoyed reading yours! x
ReplyDeleteWOW! what an amazing talent you have! love your voice.
ReplyDeleteSoz about the cat, Sandy, horrid.
ReplyDeleteI love the rhyming of ladder/gladder!
kim x
Gosh, I'd love to hear the tune. I love the title of this blog too!
ReplyDeleteFingers crossed for you,
ReplyDeleteGG
Mumof4, hello and thank you. Hopefully there'll be no bloggy junk mail!
ReplyDeleteDancinfairy, thanks. Thanks for the photo tag too, what a great idea!
Elsie, thank you! And thanks for visiting too, I've really liked what I've read in your blog so far x
Widge, Thank you so much :-)
Kim, thanks. Yes, the whole thing was meant to have a simple nursery rhyme quality to it x
WaW, thanks, it took me ages to find a name that wasn't taken. Someone had already used 'you've got your hands full'!
By the power of Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/sandycalico
GG, thanks x
Thank you all for the lovely comments, I wasn't actually fishing for compliments for the song, just trying to increase my chances of winning - I need a holiday!!! x
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ReplyDeleteIndian summers...I've always wondered what that means - I just know that they're hot, dusty and difficult. Our dog disappeared last year, we never saw the body either, he was really ill, but he just went off and died. It's awful isn't it. I hope you win the holiday!
ReplyDeleteI love the rhyme of biscuits with misfits.
ReplyDeleteGaelikaa, in this context I'm taking Indian Summer to mean late and unexpected sunshine!
ReplyDeleteIota, thanks, I really did used to work with the strangest bunch of people!