Facebook is great for reconnecting with friends, family, old schoolfriends, old neighbours and old friends as well as a way to make new friends from all over the world. But another thing facebook is good at, is free social games.
By their very design, social games are designed as games which require help to perform tasks or to send items in order to play the game. Of course this brings other problems, the main one is that it can result in those that don’t play games having lots of requests which can get very annoying. Often the person playing the game cannot control who they send requests to, especially if they have lots of friends, and it’s easy just to send requests to everyone in their friends list, meaning lots of annoying requests for those that don’t play.
However there is an easy way to stop getting these annoying games. All you have to do is BLOCK them and then not only will you not get requests, you won’t see any mention of the game in your newsfeed!
So how do you block games?
It’s really easy to do and only takes a few seconds.
First of all log into your facebook account. Look down the left hand column until you come across APPS and click GAMES underneath it.
This will take you to the APP CENTRE so just look down the list until you find REQUESTS near the bottom and click on it.
This will bring you to the REQUESTS page where you can see all your games request.
Choose the game you want to block and just click on the X beside the PLAY NOW.
Clicking the X just ignores the request, so now we want to block the game so that you don’t have anymore requests.
So just click on BLOCK
A pop-up will now appear asking if you are sure you want to block the game. Just click on CONFIRM
Finally just click on CLOSE on the next pop-up to block the game and you’ve finished.
That’s it! You have now blocked the game! You will now no longer receive requests or even see the game in your newsfeed. If you have more just follow the steps again until all your games are blocked. If you can’t see anymore but REQUESTS still shows you have more, then just click on it again to see the rest.
Last week, there were groans from almost every house in my town.
The whole town seemed to ground to a halt.
On nearly all routers around the town. A steady red light glowed indicating that there was a fault with the internet.
The whole town was unconnected!
Children moaned that they couldn’t play their online games and when parents commented that they didn’t have internet when they were children, children were shocked. They couldn’t imagine life without the internet and told parents they must’ve been so bored.
If you needed gas or electric and were on a prepayment meter, then you were lucky if you could get a top-up or pay for shopping with your card, as the machines needed the internet to work! Thankfully when I needed some cash the hole-in-the-wall allowed me to get some out.
It’s not just the people who are affected by an internet outage. I dread to think how much money shops lost each day we were without internet! What about those who work from home or are unable to pay bills?
You don’t realise how much we rely on the internet, until it disappears!!!
When I phoned my ISP (Internet Service Provider) they tried telling me that there was no fault on my line and that the problem must be at my end. He also told me he would email me instructions! This made me laugh as I couldn’t access my emails without the internet!!!
In the summer we welcomed a new daughter into our family, our 4th daughter, much to my eldest and only boy’s disgust! However now she is here, he idolises her. In fact they all do! All I hear is “Can I hold the baby now? It’s my turn! I want to push the pram!” Even my 3yr old wants to hold her and is forever giving her kisses and trying to get her to play with her! Her newest trick last night was trying to get my now 12wk old baby to “high 5″ her!
A few weeks ago the baby had a very messy nappy. It was everywhere! All up her back and around her belly and when I took her vest off, it just spread it further. All over her arms and even on her ears! It was so bad that thanks to the mustard coloured poop of a breastfed newborn, she would have looked at home on the Simpsons!
For quickness, as I had to pick my 6yr old up from Rainbows, I decided to bath the baby in the kitchen sink (after cleaning it of course!). My 8yr old was disgusted at this idea!
“You’re a really mean mummy for bathing her in the sink!” She told me.
As for the baby… She loved it!
It was so much easier as well as I didn’t need to bend over which hurts my back! In fact it was so much easier… I’ll bath her again in the sink!
My 8yr old went to Brownies that night and told all the other Brownies and leaders what a mean mum I was for bathing her in the sink! The leaders just laughed and we all started talking about the bathing places we’d done with our other children. Take my son for example, although I can’t remember the date, or even how old he was, I’ll never forget the day he rolled over for the first time! I was running him a bath and I placed him on the floor beside me. Next thing I heard him crying and when I looked down he wasn’t there… he’d rolled away and across the room and burnt his wrist on the radiator pipe!
Now babies and poop go together like bread and butter. When I was pregnant we would tell the other children that all babies do is eat, sleep, poop, wee and cry! Now they all agree that we were right, although they love trying to make her smile!
We’ve always used Pampers nappies on the children, but two of my older daughters (my 8 and 3yr olds) have eczema, which means they are more prone to nappy rash. In fact, with my 8yr old we found that there was only one brand of baby wipes we could actually use which didn’t irritate her skin.
So I’m really pleased to see that Pampers have brought out a new set of nappies for newborns “Pampers New Baby Sensitive” which is supposed to be more sensitive for a newborn’s delicate skin.
According to the Pampers website, Pampers New Baby Sensitive nappies contains up to 50% more skin-care ingredients (compared to New Baby nappies) and a touch of aloe and that they are clinically tested to be mild on a newborn’s skin whilst the super soft fabric offers an all around softness and creates a comfortable and snug feeling.
Another great feature is the wetness indicator A stripe on the nappy which turns blue to let you know your baby needs a new nappy and help avoid your baby having a soggy nappy irritating her skin.
We were sent some to try on my 12 week old daughter.
The nappies certainly feel soft against my skin which I touch them. She hasn’t had any accidents or leakage so far whilst she’s been wearing them and no redness or irritation on her skin and she certainly seems happy enough wearing them.
I will definitely buy them again!
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Today is Remembrance Sunday and I took 3 of the children to our local church for the service and then down to the cenotaph.
During World War II my grandfather, George Whitehouse, drove tanks. Thankfully he returned from the war and married my nan and had my dad. It could all have been so much differently and today, whilst I remember the dead and thank them for their ultimate sacrifice. I also thank God that he allowed my grandfather to return home safely.
My great-uncle, my grandfather’s younger brother Dennis, also served in the War and I’ll post more about him tomorrow.
My 8yr old daughter was given the honour of accompanying the Brownie flag and my 6yr old daughter joined her fellow Rainbows. A few pews back I joined my father, who looked smart wearing my grandfathers medals, and my 10yr old son. I also had my 3mth old daughter with me, and despite a small cry, she was really good.
After the service we all paraded down the hill to the cenotaph, following the flags. Once the wreaths were laid we were asked if anyone else wanted to lay a wreath so my dad took my son and 2 daughters to lay wreaths in my grandfather and great-uncle’s memory.
Did anyone else attended a Remembrance Day service today? I love hearing the Last Post played, especially if it’s live, as it sounds so mournful echoing from the mountains!
I’ve been a fan of Scooby-Doo since I was a child in the 70s, 80s and 90s and I’ve passed on my love of Scooby-Doo to my children. So I was thrilled when I was asked to review a copy of the brand new Scooby-Doo movie “The Mystery Map”
What makes this movie different from previous Scooby-Doo movies and TV shows is that it’s a puppet movie rather than cartoon or computer animation.
In the movie Scooby is joined by his pals Shaggy, Daphne, Velma and Fred in search of the frightening Phantom Parrot, who has a map to pirate Gnarlybeard’s hidden treasure.
Following the clues leads Scooby to a spooky pirate ship and Pirate Gnarlybeard himself! The movie also contains two bonus cartoons, “The Backstage Rage” and “Robopup”.
The children really enjoyed the movie, and have watched it several times, however I couldn’t get used to everyone being puppets rather than cartoons or CGI which is what I’m used to. I also couldn’t help thinking how much Gnarlybeard reminded me of Animal from The Muppets (although this movie isn’t by Jim Henderson Creations).
Once you get used to the puppets, it’s an enjoyable movie, which can be enjoyed again and again. Even the baby seemed to enjoy it!
I was sent this DVD for free on the understanding I would write an honest review of what I thought about it. I received no payment and the review is my own honest and unbiased opinion of the product and I retain full editorial control and integrity.
Babies are not cheap! They need lots of equipment and it all adds up in cost.
According to the Money Advice Service a baby can cost as much as £7,200 or as little as £1,600 in their first year (depending on your budget and how frugal you are) and this excludes childcare. They have a handy little calculator to check how much the essentials could cost you.
There are ways you can save money. Breastfeeding is obviously the cheapest option as you don’t need to buy formula which costs around £10 a month for a box of milk. Not to mention the steriliser and bottles you need. With breastfeeding you only need those things if you decide to express and by hand expressing you can save money instead of buying an expensive breast pump.
Another way to save money is to buy preloved (2nd hand, used) items, especially pushchairs as they can be very expensive and are often the biggest cost to your budget. However I would NEVER buy a preloved car seat as you never know if it has been involved in an accident! An accident could cause invisible damage to a car seat which could put your child’s life at risk, not to mention that the older a car seat is, the less protection it gives to the child as the plastic does begin to break down. If you do decide to buy a preloved travel system then I would look into buying a new car seat which is compatible and most are sold separately.
One of the sites which offers preloved prams for sale is Pushchair Trader. They allow you to buy and sale prams and pushchairs as well as offering reviews from every day users just like you and me. But what Pushchair Trader is most well known for is their competitions!
Currently they have a fantastic competition, the Bump to Toddler Competition, running with the chance to win everything you need for a baby right up till it becomes a toddler!!!! A prize worth £6,134 and includes everything in the picture below which ONE lucky person will win!!!
Our Bump to Toddler competition runs just three times a year and is the biggest competition of it’s kind in the industry. It is supported by companies both large and small and offers the winner the opportunity to win over £6k worth of baby and toddler gear – everything from baby carriers to pushchairs, changing bags to toddler suitcases, nappies to clothing vouchers and much more. There really is something for everyone. Idea for the winner to keep for themselves, share with friends or relatives, or even share between members of a local baby group. It runs throughout the month of October and closes at 23.59 on 31st October – we draw the winner on the 1st November – an amazing early Christmas present for someone!
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Last week Crimewatch issued a new reconstruction and timeline in the hunt for missing Madeleine McCann. Is there anybody who hasn’t heard of her? The little girl who went missing from her apartment in Praia da Luz on May 3rd 2007, days before her 4th birthday.
Whilst the program was running, my facebook newsfeed was again full of people judging the McCann’s and saying that they shouldn’t have left her alone in their apartment that night with her younger twin brother and sister whilst they dined with friends nearby. Yes, they shouldn’t have done that! But surely they (and Madeleine) have paid the ultimate price.
I live in a tourist town and every summer I see it swell in numbers as tourists arrive to enjoy our sandy beaches. And what always amazes me is how people seem to leave their brains behind! People seem to do things on holiday that they wouldn’t do at home, simple mistakes usually such as crossing the road whilst cars are coming or driving down one way streets the wrong way. I’ve even seen people running down the train tracks for a laugh, something that they would never do at home!
Now, whilst I still agree that what they did was wrong, I also understand how sometimes, when you’re feeling nice and relaxed on holiday, you feel safer than you would at home and this could cause you to do something you wouldn’t normally do. Take bungee jumping, paragliding, base jumping etc
I also think that it’s time we stopped going on about it. Don’t you think the McCann’s have suffered enough? They look like they have aged over 10 years in just 6 and poor Kate looks like she’s suffered a stroke as one side of her face appears to have dropped. Every time they make a fresh appeal, all everyone keeps going on is how they shouldn’t have left her. Can’t we just forget about blaming them now, as I bet we cannot make them feel any worse than they already do about it.
There is also two theories about Madeleine’s disappearance. One that she was targeted and two that she was a witness when someone broke into the apartment to burgle it. Both idea’s make sense, but both could have happened later on, when her parents were home and sleeping. If the person responsible was that determined to snatch Madeleine, then her parents being in the apartment wouldn’t have made that much of a difference, the only thing that Madeleine being alone means is that it was easier for them to snatch her, but also the disappearance was discovered sooner than it may have been if she had been snatched during the night, with more witnesses around who might have spotted the abductor with her
Can we also please stop with the vicious rumours and accusations that fly about! Since the release of the e-fit of the new person of interest was released I’ve lost count at how many times I’ve heard people claim it’s Gerry McCann!
Personally I don’t believe they did anything to her. If they had murdered her like was first claimed, then they wouldn’t be fighting to keep her name and face fresh in the public’s minds. They would let her be forgotten about in hopes that she would never be found.
Yet Madeleine’s memory and picture is kept out there in the media and this is thanks to the tireless work by her parents who have NEVER given up hope that one day she will be found again! If determination alone would find her, then she would’ve been found already!
I just hope and pray that one day soon she will be found and reunited with her parents. It’s so sad when you realise she has spent more time away from her parent’s than she has spent with them!
You can watch the reconstruction below and if think you know anything please contact them and lets help find this precious little girl and reunite her with her parents who have never given up hope!
Swell UK are looking for pet stories and as soon as I heard about it, I thought of my childhood pet, Sindy!
Poor Sindy had a sad start to life. His mum was the factory cat where my dad worked and she was run over when he was just a kitten. My dad found him and phoned his new bride and told her he was bringing home a jet black kitten. My mum fell in love with this poor orphaned kitten as soon as she saw him but, as he was covered in grime from the factory, she decided to give him a bath. He went into the bath a jet black kitten, but came out a beautiful tabby! When it came giving him a name, my dad told my mum that he was a girl and that was why he was given the name Sindy (after Sindy dolls, does anyone else remember them? The were the UK equivalent of Barbie!)
Four years passed and they lived happily together as a threesome. Sindy quickly developed a quirky character, he would only drink water from a running tap and his favourite place to lie was around your neck! Every time my dad went to the bathroom, Sindy would follow and walk around the toilet. He even fell in once whilst my dad was having a pee and was most disgusted at my dad! In the evening they would go for a stroll, and Sindy would follow them, jumping from garden to garden, wall to wall! In fact my parents began to wonder who was taking whom for a walk! Then my mum discovered she was pregnant. “I can’t cope with kittens and a baby” she thought, “I’ll have to take the cat and get her neutered.” Of course it didn’t occur to her to wonder why, in 4 years, the cat hadn’t once had a litter of kittens. That alone should have been a clue that Sindy was actually a boy!
She made an appointment for Sindy at the vets and was told that the operation for a female cat would involve the cat staying overnight. So off she went to the vets, with the cat in a basket and her extremely large, very obviously pregnant belly. The vet took one look at Sindy, looked at my mum, looked at her belly and then looked at the cat again! Finally, with another look at my mum’s very pregnant belly, he told her that Sindy was in fact a tom cat! Mum says she felt very small hearing that!
Another four years passed and my parents were blessed with another child… ME! Poor Sindy had just gotten used to my brother tormenting him when another one appeared! I was fascinated with his tail, which always swished whenever I was near and I would reach out and try to grab it! One day, my parents and brother had spent all day trying to get me to crawl, but showed no interest whatsoever! That was until they put me near the cat. I reached forward to grab his tail, but he just smirked and moved out of my reach. Determined I would have his tail, I got up and crawled after him! The cat’s face was a picture as he suddenly realised there was nowhere safe from me! I even once covered him, and the lounge, in Vaseline. The poor cat was not happy with how many baths he had and my mum still couldn’t get all the Vaseline off his fur! Afterwards he spent ages trying to lick himself clean! Not content with causing him that indignity, I would often treat Sindy as my own personal doll! I would dress him in my doll’s clothes and push him around in my doll’s pram, but he was such a softie he would let me!
Now they say that animals are a very good judge of character, and Sindy certainly proved that. My mum didn’t have a very good relationship with her mother, and they weren’t very close at all. It was more they tolerated each other. Even though my grandmother had never done anything to Sndy and she loved animals, as soon as he saw her coming up the drive, he was off! Through the cat flap and up the tree where he would spend the whole visit, laying on the branch with his tail swishing waiting for her to go! My mum used to stare out of the window and wish she could do that as well!
When I was 6 and Sindy was the grand old age of 12, my dad was made redundant and they decided to move to the North Wales coast. To save money dad hired a van and we drove all our belongings there ourselves. Before leaving Sindy was given 2 sleeping tablets that the vet had prescribed, followed by another two as he didn’t fall asleep, despite the vet saying the other two wouldn’t be needed as just two tablets would knock him out for hours! It was a funny journey as we had a tortoise in the foot-well, nibbling our toes, a tank with three goldfish (one called Passaround who had been won at a fair and then spent the rest of the evening in the bag being passed around to be carried) sloshing around in the back of the van, and my brother and I moaning the entire 3 hour journey with cries of “Are we there yet? How much longer? I’m bored!” Poor Sindy was in a box by the gear stick and he still hadn’t gone to sleep. He had managed to make a hole in the lid, so that every time my dad changed gear, Sindy would reach out of his box and scratch him to show his displeasure! By the time the 3 hour journey had finished, my dad’s hand was covered in scratches! Sindy was still fighting the sleeping tablets and eventually my dad held him over the litter bin as he hadn’t been since we left the bungalow… he stood there for ages and he seemed to go on forever, with a look of sheer relief! If a cat could smile, he did that day, he just let my dad hold him above the litter bin, just like a child being held, and he never moved, just stayed in my dads hands until he had finished! Then when he had finished he disappeared and we found him fast asleep on my parents bed, with his head on their pillow and his body underneath the covers! I wish I had taken a photo of him!
A few days after we moved, Sindy went missing. Even now, 30 years later, I still remember how upset I was as I would walk up and down nearby roads calling him. Usually when he disappeared we would find him at the top of my dad’s wardrobe, sleeping on his jumpers, but not this time, this time there was no sign of him! I had read of cats running away after a move and ending up back where they used to live and I was convinced that was what Sindy had done! So you can imagine my relief when, after 3 days, Sindy turned up! I didn’t want to let him out of the house after that, terrified he would go missing again!
Back in Lancashire we lived in a bungalow with a large front garden and an even bigger back garden. So Sindy was used to lots of freedom and the ability to jump out of the window or through the cat flap whenever he wanted to. But in Wales we lived in a flat three stories high (my parents owned the whole building but the other floors were taken up as holiday flats), so poor Sindy was given a litter tray. He was not impressed at all! He would look at the litter tray with disgust and would look at you as if to say “I’m not a kitten, I’m not using it!” He refused to use it and would meow at the door to be let out. It was summer when we moved and one very hot day Sindy couldn’t help himself and he had an accident beneath the table in the lounge. “SINDY!” my dad yelled and Sindy took one look at him and leapt out of the open window completely forgetting we were three stories high!
Realising in mid air what he had done, Sindy twisted his body and managed to cling onto the window of the roof of the bay window below, meowing in fear! I’d witnessed this and I was in hysterics, my beloved cat needed help! Springing into action my dad told my mum to hold onto his belt whilst he leaned out to try and rescue the cat! What a state we were all in! I was sobbing “Don’t let me cat die!” My brother was sobbing “Don’t let my dad die” whilst clinging onto my mum’s waist to try and help and my mum was saying “Your insurance policy is all up to date isn’t it John?” (she does love him really) and the poor cat was howling in terror! As soon as my dad’s arm got anywhere near him, he quickly scrambled up, digging his claws into my poor dad’s arm, and once he reached the safety of our flat, he hid behind the sofa, quivering in fright and shock as my mum slowly helped my dad back inside. He certainly used one of his nine lives that day!!! Afterwards I was always terrified Sindy would jump or fall and I wouldn’t let him lie on the window sill if the window was open, which just happened to be his favourite place to be!
One summer my brother and I went crabbing down the harbour and for some reason we decided to bring all the crabs we caught home with us. We placed them in the old fish tank (Passaround and his friends had passed away by now) and put the fish tank in the bath. Sindy became thirsty and went to the bathroom to see if the bath tap was dripping as he would only drink from the tap. However he fell in and leapt out in shock as these crabs attacked him!!!
When I was 8 my school had a pet show and I took Sindy. To my delight he won first prize and clipped his rosette to his collar! He was so proud, strutting aout with his tail held high!
Two years later, when I was 10 and Sindy was 18, I learnt that one year of our lives is equal to 7 in a cat’s life, which meant that Sindy was in fact 126 years old! I also learnt that if you turn 100, the queen sends you a telegram. So I decided to write to her and ask for a telegram for Sindy since he was older than 100! I was thrilled to receive a reply, and even though she sadly couldn’t give Sindy a telegram, she did thank me for my letter and actually took time to reply to me (well ok, her lady in waiting did). I was so proud of that letter and took it to school the next day, visiting all the classes to show them my letter.
Sadly pets don’t live forever and the following year, at the grand old age of 19 Sindy became really ill. Cancer doesn’t just affect people and poor Sindy had cancer of the bowel. He was really ill and frail and it was horrible to see him so poorly, he lost all his fur and you could see his rib cage and he wouldn’t eat, all he would do was lie in front of the fire. The vet explained that had he been younger they would have removed the tumour, but at Sindy’s age there wasn’t much that they could do. So my parent’s took the heartbreaking decision to put him to sleep. Mum took it badly and actually hit my dad she was so upset. She was losing her first baby, one who had been with them from the very start of their married life. But what would she tell the children? We were still quite young and she worried that we would think that they had murdered our beloved cat. So they explained that the vet gave Sindy an injection to make him feel better, but Sindy was so old and so poorly that it didn’t help him and he died. It was years before I realised what had actually happened.
I still remember that night clearly. My brother, who was now 15, hadn’t cared when Sindy became ill. Declaring he didn’t care if Sindy died because he had his dog! Yet that night, as we carried Sindy’s body to a wood where their friend lived, he sobbed like a baby “He’s still warm!” he cried. I just sobbed and sobbed. Sindy was my best friend and I loved his cuddles! He would even sleep on my bed every night and I knew I would never feel his lump on my legs again! We weren’t the only ones who missed Sindy, our dog did as well. Loui was four and had been part of our family since he was three weeks old (he’d been a litter of 6 that had been placed in a black bag and thrown off the bridge and into the sea. The bag had washed up on the beach and been found, but sadly three of the puppies didn’t survive!) and Sindy had quickly shown him who was the boss. Loui pined for Sindy for over a week, he wouldn’t eat and would just lie by the fire when Sindy had spent his last days, looking at us as if to ask where Sindy was and when he would be back!
Sindy was a one-of-a-kind cat and totally irreplaceable! He was also full of character and proved that animals DO have feelings! Pets become part of your family and children do benefit from having animals as they grow up! Sadly we don’t have any pets at the moment (although my parents have a dog) and we will get one in a few years, but not yet. I know at the moment, with a very young demanding baby, I don’t have the time to spend with a pet and it wouldn’t be fair on either of us! When the baby is older though we WILL get one!
If we were lucky enough to win the Swell UK competition we would buy a fish tank and some fish as my 6yr old has asked for fish and my 10wk old baby seemed fascinated by them at my friends house the other day! Plus fish are nice and easy pets to help my children learn the responsibility that owning a pet brings, ready for when we can get another dog or cat! Plus I find something therapeutic and relaxing about watching fish swimming around and I can understand why some doctor’s surgery’s and dentists have them in their waiting room!
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Earlier this month we celebrated our 9th wedding anniversary. Which still seems incredible to me, especially as co-workers at the time said we wouldn’t last a month! Yet here we are, 12 years later with 9 years of marriage and 5 children!
As we enjoyed a romantic meal together (once the kids had gone to bed) to celebrate our anniversary, hubby mentioned how he wished he could’ve given me a better honeymoon. At the time, money was tight and with a 15mth old son and being 3mths pregnant I hadn’t wanted to go far. In fact we’d planned our wedding around a week’s holiday in Blackpool we had already booked.
Hubby wanted to know if I regretted our honeymoon to Blackpool and did I wish I’d gone further? Venice maybe or Paris, as they are often recognised as two of the most romantic cities in the world with beautiful hotels.
Yet I enjoyed my honeymoon in Blackpool. I enjoyed having my son with us and my only regret was I wasn’t able to go on any of the rides at Pleasure Beach because I was pregnant. I didn’t even care that my parents turned up for the day, or that hubby invited them to stay overnight. In fact I treasure the memory and the knowledge that my husband has a close enough relationship with them that not only did he mind, he was the one who offered to let them stay!
He then suggested that maybe we looked into our own little honeymoon next year to celebrate our 10th wedding anniversary. “With the internet now it’s so much easier to find and book hotels in Paris. Especially with your skills at finding bargains and discounts, so it wouldn’t be that expensive to go!” He said. “We could get away for the weekend, just you and me!”
I guess we have a year to plan and save for it. But one thing is for sure, one of us needs to
have the snip visit the doctor before we go, otherwise we might come back from our romantic weekend away with a little bit more of us than we left with!!!!
What about you? Where did you go for your honeymoon? Where would you have liked to have gone if money was no object?
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