On wdnesday, I learned what a deep fried mars bar tastes like. not as bad as I thought, but once is enough.

Yesterday, I learned that a life by the sea in a beautiful house is possible and not just a dream and that some people are just NICE.

Today, I will endeavour to learn not to wince when paying large amounts of money for shared accomodation.

Today I learned just how messy feeding an 8month old boy yoghurt can be. And to wear old clothes when doing so.

I learned that said 8 month old can build up one heck of a lot of speed in a walker. And also that one's ankles are quite vulnerable to attack from an 8 month old boy in a walker. It also enables him to be able to reach a dryer and turn it off, open the door & take all the contents out (with yoghurty hands)

I also learned yet another reason for me not to like yoghurt.

I learned that my mom is getting evil in her old age. Instead of baking / cooking with sugar, she is using sweeteners. And not telling my father. heh heh heh. He hasn't worked it out yet

Yesterday I learned that when you mean to throw out old trainers, do so. Do not leave them under the bed for a couple of months until you completely forget why you left them there in the first place, take them out and wear them on an hour long walk so that half an hour through it you become crippled because they chew your ankles to pieces and leave you limping home almost in tears.

Oh, and popcorn rocks!

Ah the joys of baby boys... My latest nephew is a formula 1 walker champion, he even does hand-break turns around corners.

Tell your mum to be careful using sweeteners for baking, they are not all adapted to that use, some just lose their sweetening power, others can be actually poisonous (on a low scale, nothing life-threatening that I know, but still...) so make sure she checks the packaging, it should say suitable for baking and the maximum temperature it should be used at.

We should get them together and have a World Walker Championship

Oh, she's well used to baking with the sweeteners. My uncle was a diabetic all his life, and every time he would come to visit (for several weeks) she'd have to substitute all the sugar in the house for him. He gave her tutorials (which really went down well )

Today I learned that when you go to bed really, really late, your parents will call after mass first thing in the morning and hound you out of bed, give you a lecture on not getting up early and tell you that you have dark circles under your eyes and enquire why. Are you not getting enough sleep?

I learned today that some people would rather be a button pushing monkey than put any thought or effort into what they are actually doing. Which, in turn, causes me more work. *sigh* Thats fine, though. I enjoy using my brain.

I learned last night that my hubby does actually listen to me! (the usual glazed stare I get from him can be a little off putting)

*Also, may I add my Crib Lizard to the World Walker Championship? a grainy video taken on my phone*

PS. mazekin, I'm with you on your yoghurt comment. yuk

A first: My sister learned that I do get angry. Screaming down the phone at her because of a comment my brother made to her (which was a complete lie) really emphesised my emotional discord. Wank er.

Last night, I learned that the removal of tiles from a bathroom wall can be very painful. Also, I don't stop bleeding as much as I used to. Also cuts on lips bleed a lot more than cuts, lets say, on the neck, knuckle, forearm, the side of the hand...I could go on.

Shops look at you weird if you go in bleeding looking for toilet paper.

When doing DIY always make sure you have a significant amount of medical supplies at hand. Like toilet paper, or any kind of tissue.

Tiles falling on various limbs hurt.

The further up a wall you go in tile removal, the more difficult it is.

The person who put the tiles on my walls needs to be tracked down and killed. Preferably death by a thousand cuts.

The tiles on the wall with the radiator seem to have physically bonded with the wall and any attempt to remove is leading to large holes in said wall along with making me frustrated.

It is going to take me a month to take off the rest of the tiles if it keeps going this way. Shoot me. Shoot me please...

Over the last week or so I have learned:

- Ikea is lovely, but in large doses it can be really tiring and stressful.
- Read the instructions properly and you won't have to undo all the stuff you did to correct a mistake you made on the first bit you assembled.
- If you buy a nice big bookcase to house all your many books, check the ceiling in your place is high enough before buying it, assembling it and attempting to put it in place, especially if you're stupidly trying to do this on your own just to impress husband.

And this morning I was reminded of something I do know but it just doesn't seem to make it into my head: shut the f**k up. Seriously. Especially in a meeting when someone asks for a volunteer. Zip it. Really.

1. 8 month old baby Mathew just realised that I have a mole/freckle on my chin. We played the 'touch the mole' game for about five minutes before I realised what he was doing. I thought he just had a fixation with my glasses and wasn't having a good hand-eye coordination day.

2. 8 month old baby's named Mathew, after 10 or so minutes of trying to poke mole/freckle will then try to pick it from your face. Ouch. I can't wait until he realises I have them on my arms too.

3. I'm very lazy when it comes to tile removal...

1. the Wii rocks.

2. the Wii rocks so much I'm not sure I will ever leave the house again.

3. the Wii seriously rocks.

Don't worry, Kat - after a few weeks life WILL return to normal. Wii is fiercely addictive, but only for a relatively short period of time I mean, it got to the point with us that we actually loan the thing to friends and not sweat it if they forget to return it for months.

It's ok, we actually managed to put it down and do other stuff during the weekend including a nice long healthy walk along the beach.

Yesterday, I learned that if, having severely whacked your toe, it becomes purple and swells up, it may or may not be "just a bruise".

I learned that the nicer the shoes look, the more vicious they'll actually be, no matter how well behaved and comfortable they were in the shop.

I have not learnt how to remove big bloodstains from shoes yet...

I'll let you know as soon as I get them out of my wedding shoes

I have learned that the bigger the bird, the bigger the projectile feces will be. Gulls are BIG birds.

I also learned where the expression "oh shit" came from.

1. Alcohol rocks. I forget that from time to time, and then I drink a lot so that my head is spinning and I really, really like it.

2. Both my sister and me like my brothers new girlfriend. She's nice and we want to keep her. SHe also has a sense of humour quite like ours and is quite willing to slap himn accross the back of the head 'cos he's made a crude/rude/annoying/stupid/jackassed coment.

3. It is spooky when both my sister and myself both say at the same time in a hushed voice to each other "I like her. Can we keep her?"

4. Cabs never come when they say they will come. 45 minute wait for a ten minute drive is stupid. Especially when tehy've said they'd be there at 10 to 1 and you've already had to wait an hour.

5. Typing while drunk is a long and arduous task. As is spell checking posts. Personally, right now, I couldn't be bothered. It took me three goes to type they'd.

6. I like vodka. I also like diet coke. Together, combined, they make a nice drink. Ice cream shots are also quite tasty. recepie - half a block of ice-cream (flavour of your choice - though raspberry ripple is quite nice) half a bottle of vodka. Blender. SHot glass. Yum. Fat Frogs are also divine.

7..............................there is no seven.

8. No matter how many times you say to a taxi driver that the housing estate is signposted wrong and not to pay any attention to the house numbers, they will always take the wrong frickin' exit. And don't undersatnd the concept of 'drive all the way around until the road stops'.

9. Typing while drunk is a lot easier if you are a touch typist and you close your eyes. Also, the room stops spinning.

10. I'm going to have a hangover tomorrow

I'm going to go now before I fall asleep on my couch. although it is a very comfortable couch.