Ever wonder how a pilot is born?

Since joining the Air Cadets just 5 days after her 13th birthday Bex has come an awful long way. She is now a first class cadet, and has gone from being a future air traffic controller to wanting to be a pilot. Want to see what changed her mind? You sure? Ok, her are some pics of what she has been up to:

Flying suit and parachute? Ok lets go.

Ok you are clear for lift off! Great gliding and in control of the plane!

And she is in the air.

This is the view.

And another arial shot.

Back on terra firma.

strike an Air Force pose!

Yes she flew this for 20 mins too!

So I hope you feel fully briefed on what she has been up to!!
I never get fed up of hearing how amazing it was Mum, so peaceful. Oh and I FLEW IT, did i tell you that Mum? I FLEW IT! BEFORE I AM OLD ENOUGH TO DRIVE, I FLEW A PLANE... How cool is that Mum?!


So that is how a pilot is born.

I guess it was just one of those nights.

I am a heavy sleeper. I am a keen sleeper, in that I like love my sleep, my bed and everything about being in my bedroom sleeping. I sleep well and I sleep long. Not a lot wakes me once I am asleep. So why oh why did my mind decide that 3.30am today was a super great time to be wide awake? I went to bed at my usual time of 10/10.30pm. I fell asleep fine. But then at 3.30 my internal alarm clock went off (without even having the excuse of a newborn or small child in the house). Not a little alarm bell, not a chance of finding a snooze button in sight either. Nope. My internal alarm went of like Big Ben on New Years Eve. I was awake. Not just awake but wide awake. I am never wide awake when I do decide to rise. It usually takes me at least 3 or 4 hours to resemble anything even slightly close to a human female! But oh no it seems when the alarm went off it was so big I was up and raring to go.  Hearing my lovely husband snoring so gently from the bedroom ( I was now in the lounge having a cuppa!) and listening to the kids moving in their beds, jealous? You bet I was. So today was spent popping pro plus like they were smarties as directed on the box.
I hope with all the energy I can muster that tonight I sleep like big sleepy thing.

A bit of what you like.

Well today has been spent relaxing at home. We walked to the park (photos later) and played football (soccer). Rae and I decided to show our Croatian visitor just what home made fudge is, he had never heard of the name, seems he knows it as caramel but has actually never had what we Brits call caramel!

Here is how it turned out:

1lb Castor Sugar

1/3 of a can of Carnation Milk.

Add together and bring to the boil,

Pour into tray to set.

Cut up and enjoy!

Before pouring i added a teaspoon of vanilla essence!

And here we are at the park:

Rae Jumping around.

David reaching for his ball, trying not to get wet!

A hug with my eldest.

I think i need therapy!

I have been terrible for blogging (or not as the case may be) this year. I have been too darned lazy found it really hard to get my mojo going since going back to work full time. Not that i am complaining, I love my job. I think they like me, after all I have been there over year! But I am increasingly finding myself sitting here at my blog, mooching through all your blogs and wondering how or where you get your inspiration, and can I please have some? I love blogging, it is great for my creative outlet.. when it is working! So I click on all your blogs and read all you are up to and whats going on and then I lose track of why I sat here in the first place.
I am determined to get back into being a good blogger, to give you all a reason to stop by. Not sure how exactly I am going to do that yet but i am gonna try.
So this weekend between housework. laundry, making fudge with Rae (who just returned from the school music tour to Holland) and collecting Bex (who has gone gliding with the cadets) and playing with David (who is just getting over measles, even though I had him inoculated against it!) and studying for a promotion at work (new IT job, check me out!) I want to blog, blog hop and get inspired. So brace yourself blog buddies I am coming in... again!