Why does everyone hate Nickleback?
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Sep 16, 2011
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Nov 20, 2011
I get a sleep in. It is brilliant. The fellas get up and play and I just sleep. I wake up around 9am and Noah brings me in a cup of tea and I fall back asleep until 10am. I cannot believe it. It feels strange not to be achingly tired. Woody gets back into bed and we lie around reading stories. He has a cold and is tired. He tells me that I am the best girl in the world. He has made my day. Wonderful boy. I get up and get ready and somehow it is after 11. I start making lunch.
Noah is insistent that I tell everyone that he spends 3 hours tidying up whilst I sleep. The house looks amazing and he has managed to do 4 loads of washing before I am even awake. He gets many husband points for this.
Noah works and Woody plays and we sit for a big lunch at midday. Woody is really not well. He lies in the bath and listens to an audiobook. He looks very relaxed.
I snuggle him up in his bed and we listen to another 3 audio books and follow along in a book. They are new ones he got for his birthday; Alice in Wonderland, Bambi, and 101 Dalmatians. He loves them all.
I leave him to sleep and I get on with the blog. I have not updated for days so there is a lot to do. Noah sorts the photos. Woody does not sleep and looks at books and keeps asking if he can get up.
When it is obvious that he is not going to sleep, he gets up. I keep blogging and Woody watches the Lion King. He seems tired and under the weather still.
Noah gets on with work and I tidy the kitchen and prepare things for dinner. We tidy up the lounge and then Dan, Kelli and Elijah come around to say hi. They are up from Sydney celebrating the lovely Elijah's 1st birthday. Elijah is walking and it utterly charming. Elwood and Dan play lions and Lego and generally run amok. We finish off the birthday cake and chat and Woody generally idolises Dan. Elijah takes a shine to Woody and follows him around is keen to get involved. Woody is at first confused by this, and then he gets defensive about his Lego creations. It is quite funny when Elijah literally falls onto Woody’s pirate ship creations. Woody does not react ever so well...
Woody then insists on showing Dan his remote controlled helicopter. It crashes into the roof, the floor and the furniture and Elijah loves it. You cannot wipe the smile from his face. All is good and then Woody cracks his head on the coffee table. He stops crying when he eats some frozen peas but that is him done in for the day really. He never really regains he good spirits.
We say our farewells and I whip up a super quick dinner for Woody. He eats in front of fireman sam and drinks some milk. Woody wants more milk but I say he can’t have too much as 'milk makes snot’. Woody is intrigued by this and will not let it go. He wants to know how. So Noah goes off to Google it. He goes to type ‘why does milk make mucus’ and is amused that the Google prompt which comes up is ‘why does everyone hate nickeback?’ Anyway, it turn out milk does not make mucus, it just thickens existing mucus. We tell Woody this and he is happy with this and goes to sleep in a heartbeat.
Moving on to why people hate Nickleback, this is far more interesting. And apparently, quite a talked about subject on the world wide web. Some of the reasons I have found for people hating Nickleback are: their lyrics are not creative or deep, it’s rock but not quite hard enough, all their music sounds the same, the lead singer guy is a douche, and finally because everyone just loves saying that they suck. That said, I like Nickleback. They make me want to yell and drink beer. Once I confused Nickleback with the Foo Fighters and Noah almost divorced me.
Right, back to business. I make some dinner for Noah and I and we eat, we watch some bad TV, and have an argument as to whether Danny Glover was fat in Die Hard. I think no, and Noah is insistent he was. I google it and he defineately was not. I am not sure where Noah gets these ideas from. So Noah googles it because he says he does not trust me. Now he is not sure if he was talking about Danny Glover or if he was even in Die Hard. This is what our life has become.
I blog, Noah does the photos and then he gets on with work.
Fatigue creeps up on us. We try and solider on but we’re struggling.
We have coffee and IKEA chocolate. Winners.
Goodnight. x
Noah is insistent that I tell everyone that he spends 3 hours tidying up whilst I sleep. The house looks amazing and he has managed to do 4 loads of washing before I am even awake. He gets many husband points for this.
Noah works and Woody plays and we sit for a big lunch at midday. Woody is really not well. He lies in the bath and listens to an audiobook. He looks very relaxed.
I snuggle him up in his bed and we listen to another 3 audio books and follow along in a book. They are new ones he got for his birthday; Alice in Wonderland, Bambi, and 101 Dalmatians. He loves them all.
I leave him to sleep and I get on with the blog. I have not updated for days so there is a lot to do. Noah sorts the photos. Woody does not sleep and looks at books and keeps asking if he can get up.
When it is obvious that he is not going to sleep, he gets up. I keep blogging and Woody watches the Lion King. He seems tired and under the weather still.
Noah gets on with work and I tidy the kitchen and prepare things for dinner. We tidy up the lounge and then Dan, Kelli and Elijah come around to say hi. They are up from Sydney celebrating the lovely Elijah's 1st birthday. Elijah is walking and it utterly charming. Elwood and Dan play lions and Lego and generally run amok. We finish off the birthday cake and chat and Woody generally idolises Dan. Elijah takes a shine to Woody and follows him around is keen to get involved. Woody is at first confused by this, and then he gets defensive about his Lego creations. It is quite funny when Elijah literally falls onto Woody’s pirate ship creations. Woody does not react ever so well...
Woody then insists on showing Dan his remote controlled helicopter. It crashes into the roof, the floor and the furniture and Elijah loves it. You cannot wipe the smile from his face. All is good and then Woody cracks his head on the coffee table. He stops crying when he eats some frozen peas but that is him done in for the day really. He never really regains he good spirits.
We say our farewells and I whip up a super quick dinner for Woody. He eats in front of fireman sam and drinks some milk. Woody wants more milk but I say he can’t have too much as 'milk makes snot’. Woody is intrigued by this and will not let it go. He wants to know how. So Noah goes off to Google it. He goes to type ‘why does milk make mucus’ and is amused that the Google prompt which comes up is ‘why does everyone hate nickeback?’ Anyway, it turn out milk does not make mucus, it just thickens existing mucus. We tell Woody this and he is happy with this and goes to sleep in a heartbeat.
Moving on to why people hate Nickleback, this is far more interesting. And apparently, quite a talked about subject on the world wide web. Some of the reasons I have found for people hating Nickleback are: their lyrics are not creative or deep, it’s rock but not quite hard enough, all their music sounds the same, the lead singer guy is a douche, and finally because everyone just loves saying that they suck. That said, I like Nickleback. They make me want to yell and drink beer. Once I confused Nickleback with the Foo Fighters and Noah almost divorced me.
Right, back to business. I make some dinner for Noah and I and we eat, we watch some bad TV, and have an argument as to whether Danny Glover was fat in Die Hard. I think no, and Noah is insistent he was. I google it and he defineately was not. I am not sure where Noah gets these ideas from. So Noah googles it because he says he does not trust me. Now he is not sure if he was talking about Danny Glover or if he was even in Die Hard. This is what our life has become.
I blog, Noah does the photos and then he gets on with work.
Fatigue creeps up on us. We try and solider on but we’re struggling.
We have coffee and IKEA chocolate. Winners.
Goodnight. x


