Do you have any idea how many Buddhist monastery's there are in Scotland? No I don't either, but I do know that there is more than one, and that actually seems like quite a lot.
There is one across the water from me - on the Holy Isle, quite apt. You can go to Courses in Meditation and Yoga and Mindfulness. I quite like that idea.
There is also another temple - Kagyu Samye Ling - Take a look at that place... Can you believe that is in Scotland? That is on the way between Carlisle and Lockerbie.
I'm thinking if this is the direction I am drawn in? Do you think I'd look good with a shaved head?
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
I'm a fool there's no denying
Okay - So I chickened out.
Last night even Tool was chickening out. I did wake up at 6 am, but am afraid the noise of rainfall coupled with the feeling of snuggling into new covers and my honey was just too much. I couldn't move.
Think Tool was happy too. We debated last night about whether we would be awake enough.
I will try tomorrow. Am going to tap dancing tonight - so that is a start.
Last night even Tool was chickening out. I did wake up at 6 am, but am afraid the noise of rainfall coupled with the feeling of snuggling into new covers and my honey was just too much. I couldn't move.
Think Tool was happy too. We debated last night about whether we would be awake enough.
I will try tomorrow. Am going to tap dancing tonight - so that is a start.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
I didn't I didn't know a thing at all
So tomorrow marks the start of a new month (well not really - is Monday, 29th September, maybe 30th - I'm not sure which day today is) Okay - I went away to check there and I still don't know what day it is. Jees, how difficult is it to find out which day it is... well I KNOW it's Sunday, but which NUmber???? Ah! Is 28th. So I was right to start with. (thank you BBC)
The reason I am saying is new month, is that tomorrow, Tooli is starting her preparations for winning Duke of Edinburgh Award. Service, Skills, and Physical for Bronze. Service will be helping at Brownings, Social is learning to cross stitch.
I am her Physical.
She is going to drag me out of my bed three times a week to run. O M G What have I let myself in for. I believe that she will do it - she is very focused and determined. However what I believe to have on my side is that she HATES mornings.
In this respect she is her father's daughter. He also hates mornings. I have to constantly ask him what is wrong in the morning, because i fear I said or did something in the middle of the night to offend him, so "off" is he of a morning. But it is just the sheer pain of early starts. By Early Starts, I mean anything before 9.30. So every day is like this for us. Because even at the Weekend both kids are ALWAYs doing SOMETHING which starts at a totally ridiculous time which means leaving the house pre-8 am.
Anyways.
I have had a LOVELY weekend. Spent most of it on my own, but that isn't a bad thing always. A bit different but nice. I'm just away to start preparing a nice meal for the whole family to enjoy when they all return tonight, AND finish my tidying. ( i did our bedroom last night, om g I Can SEE The floor again).
The reason I am saying is new month, is that tomorrow, Tooli is starting her preparations for winning Duke of Edinburgh Award. Service, Skills, and Physical for Bronze. Service will be helping at Brownings, Social is learning to cross stitch.
I am her Physical.
She is going to drag me out of my bed three times a week to run. O M G What have I let myself in for. I believe that she will do it - she is very focused and determined. However what I believe to have on my side is that she HATES mornings.
In this respect she is her father's daughter. He also hates mornings. I have to constantly ask him what is wrong in the morning, because i fear I said or did something in the middle of the night to offend him, so "off" is he of a morning. But it is just the sheer pain of early starts. By Early Starts, I mean anything before 9.30. So every day is like this for us. Because even at the Weekend both kids are ALWAYs doing SOMETHING which starts at a totally ridiculous time which means leaving the house pre-8 am.
Anyways.
I have had a LOVELY weekend. Spent most of it on my own, but that isn't a bad thing always. A bit different but nice. I'm just away to start preparing a nice meal for the whole family to enjoy when they all return tonight, AND finish my tidying. ( i did our bedroom last night, om g I Can SEE The floor again).
Friday, September 26, 2008
The Tide Is High, But I'm Holding On
When did someone last break something of yours?
My heart is constantly broken thru pride. How can achievement cause your heart to burst so happily? My kids are a constant souce of happy heartbreak, they constantly overwhelm me with their achievements and I just feel like crying cause they make me so proud.
On a more tactile and solid "break" - our IT company broke my Laptop last week.
When did you last play hackysack, if ever?
Hacky Sack a game of keeping a ball like sack off the ground between players without the use of hands. Mmmm. I believe the UK equivalent of this would be Bean Bags, or Keepy
Uppy. My answer would be School then. I don't think I've touched a Hackysack/Beanbag since then. Footballs yeah, cause Steven plays and I have been caught out the back with him on occassion trying to demonstrate my keepyuppy skills, however the last time I done that would probably be about 5 years ago now. I'm not very active (i.e., lazy)
What was your most dramatic haircut like? 2 inches on the top, above my ear level, and into the wood under. Reminiscent of Terry Hall in Fun Boy Three Phase. This wasn't a deliberate attempt to sabotage my head. i was reading magazine while hairdresser got stuck in. I looked up to see one half of my head cut right into the skin above my right ear and screamed stop. Evening it up, and colouring what was left on top was supposed to make it look "better". It looked so much "better", that as I stepped out of the hairdresser, my dad sitting in car outside, started the engine and drove away without me - proceeded to do 3 circuits of the town driving past me with such a look of incredulous disbelieve it was all I could do to laugh. Eventually he stopped and let me in, but only after checking that no one could see me getting into his car. tee hee. It only got better when my other pal decided to colour it, to try and tone it down. However as neither of us had had highlights before, the resulting red and pink mess had to be seen to be believed! It's a shame everyone was so embarassed by it that I never had any photos of it.
Hacking is basically breaking through the security that protects a computer or a website. What’s the closest you’ve come to doing something similar in real life?
If I told you, i'd probably be in BIG trouble. Computers are very easy to do bad things with, and I have done several BAD things. Nuff Said.
In the world of stand-up comedy, a hack is a comic who steals jokes from other comics. Have you ever known a hack in your own field?
Yes, frequently. I have the lovely knack of operating computers very easily. It seems to be an inbuilt ability - with little lack of need for instruction. Sadly, I'm too ready to pass off my information and secrets and toooooooo often, I've sat and watched as people have happily imparted information which, without my ability they would have been hard pressed to obtain for themselves, without so much as a nod in my direction that it was indeedy me who saved the day.
My heart is constantly broken thru pride. How can achievement cause your heart to burst so happily? My kids are a constant souce of happy heartbreak, they constantly overwhelm me with their achievements and I just feel like crying cause they make me so proud.
On a more tactile and solid "break" - our IT company broke my Laptop last week.
When did you last play hackysack, if ever?
Hacky Sack a game of keeping a ball like sack off the ground between players without the use of hands. Mmmm. I believe the UK equivalent of this would be Bean Bags, or Keepy
Uppy. My answer would be School then. I don't think I've touched a Hackysack/Beanbag since then. Footballs yeah, cause Steven plays and I have been caught out the back with him on occassion trying to demonstrate my keepyuppy skills, however the last time I done that would probably be about 5 years ago now. I'm not very active (i.e., lazy) 
What was your most dramatic haircut like? 2 inches on the top, above my ear level, and into the wood under. Reminiscent of Terry Hall in Fun Boy Three Phase. This wasn't a deliberate attempt to sabotage my head. i was reading magazine while hairdresser got stuck in. I looked up to see one half of my head cut right into the skin above my right ear and screamed stop. Evening it up, and colouring what was left on top was supposed to make it look "better". It looked so much "better", that as I stepped out of the hairdresser, my dad sitting in car outside, started the engine and drove away without me - proceeded to do 3 circuits of the town driving past me with such a look of incredulous disbelieve it was all I could do to laugh. Eventually he stopped and let me in, but only after checking that no one could see me getting into his car. tee hee. It only got better when my other pal decided to colour it, to try and tone it down. However as neither of us had had highlights before, the resulting red and pink mess had to be seen to be believed! It's a shame everyone was so embarassed by it that I never had any photos of it.
Hacking is basically breaking through the security that protects a computer or a website. What’s the closest you’ve come to doing something similar in real life?
If I told you, i'd probably be in BIG trouble. Computers are very easy to do bad things with, and I have done several BAD things. Nuff Said.
In the world of stand-up comedy, a hack is a comic who steals jokes from other comics. Have you ever known a hack in your own field?
Yes, frequently. I have the lovely knack of operating computers very easily. It seems to be an inbuilt ability - with little lack of need for instruction. Sadly, I'm too ready to pass off my information and secrets and toooooooo often, I've sat and watched as people have happily imparted information which, without my ability they would have been hard pressed to obtain for themselves, without so much as a nod in my direction that it was indeedy me who saved the day.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Well come on and let yourself be free
I love Gok. I do.
He made me realise you can be positive about your body whatever your shape, and mine is some shape.
I have been away and bought his Banger Booster, and a Spanx Body Shaper. Wowee. I love wearing them. I really do feel great. When you feel
great feel better about yourself.However (there's always a however isn't there). On my banger booster, (that would be the item on the top - covering the "bangers") there is a little bell in the middle of the cups. Really cute when you are on a night out. However I decided to treat myself and wear it to work to day. I have spent the first two hours of the day repeatedly tucking the bell inside my bra to stop it ringing. I sound like a demented SAnta elf, and in an office with boys obsessed with bosums, not a good idea to be attracting attention to your chest area.
Sadly however, I pulled it off on my last adjustment. Now tho - I can hear the squeak of the support - I sound like desperate mouse.
O M G It is difficult being Gorgeous.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
there can be miracles..... when you believe
Aw. Look at my baby Blue.
Blue is moulting a bit, and won't groom himself, The hair has got all stuck under his bum and hence, I had to bam him into the bath, and do what I could to clean him off. He is a wee sweetie, but I don't think he will be coming near me ever again. Traumatised for life so he is.
I was so traumatised afterwards I had to take pain killers and lie down. I hate fiddling my poor wee buns. I was too stressed even to start on Thumps.
And in your way, in this blue shade
Every so often you witness something, or hear something that makes you think, and makes you adjust your behaviour accordingly.
I'm lying in bed, playing with laptop, I can see the sun is shining outside, all is good with the world, and I'm just contemplating getting up. Tool is still sleeping, Boy is away to Volleyball Coaching, and Si is away to Scout Hall to plaster or something.
Then I heard it. A demented mother, screaming ferociously at her kids. To hear someone scream like that, you would imagine that the child must be pulling the eye balls from a sibling, or extracting his grandmothers fingernails with a set of pliers. But no. They just weren't getting into the car fast enough.
I can't honestly remember the last time I screamed at my kids. No that is a lie. I screamed at Tool on Friday night in the car. She was flicking thru songs on her ipod, and all we were getting was snippets of songs, and Boy was screaming at her and then she sulks, so i turned and yelled "choose a song put it on put it on put it on". But then we laughed and she put a song on.
I'm of the quiet threatening motherhood. I've never been a bit fan of screaming. Probably because I know that if I start I wouldn't stop. I used to be rather manic, but thanks to Prozac I'm nice and stable now and things don't infuriate me as they used to. But when I hear a mother scream at her kids like that, I've got to wonder why she has them.
Oh I know that getting pregnant and giving the man you love his off-spring probably sounds like a fantastic idea for some, and then when the reality hits, it can be a nightmare, but you don't take your mistake and lay the blame on the kids.
All a kid needs is love and positive affirmation. ALl these Nanny programmes are an amazement to me - why do these people need help in knowing the obvious? You don't let your children speak to you like filth... but where did they learn it from? Children learn from us.
All that mother this morning taught her kids was that it was alright to scream like a demented banshee and wake up the neighbours when you don't climb in to the car fast enough. She will have no right to complain when the kids scream at her like that for not doing something for them fast enough.
I'm lying in bed, playing with laptop, I can see the sun is shining outside, all is good with the world, and I'm just contemplating getting up. Tool is still sleeping, Boy is away to Volleyball Coaching, and Si is away to Scout Hall to plaster or something.
Then I heard it. A demented mother, screaming ferociously at her kids. To hear someone scream like that, you would imagine that the child must be pulling the eye balls from a sibling, or extracting his grandmothers fingernails with a set of pliers. But no. They just weren't getting into the car fast enough.
I can't honestly remember the last time I screamed at my kids. No that is a lie. I screamed at Tool on Friday night in the car. She was flicking thru songs on her ipod, and all we were getting was snippets of songs, and Boy was screaming at her and then she sulks, so i turned and yelled "choose a song put it on put it on put it on". But then we laughed and she put a song on.
I'm of the quiet threatening motherhood. I've never been a bit fan of screaming. Probably because I know that if I start I wouldn't stop. I used to be rather manic, but thanks to Prozac I'm nice and stable now and things don't infuriate me as they used to. But when I hear a mother scream at her kids like that, I've got to wonder why she has them.
Oh I know that getting pregnant and giving the man you love his off-spring probably sounds like a fantastic idea for some, and then when the reality hits, it can be a nightmare, but you don't take your mistake and lay the blame on the kids.
All a kid needs is love and positive affirmation. ALl these Nanny programmes are an amazement to me - why do these people need help in knowing the obvious? You don't let your children speak to you like filth... but where did they learn it from? Children learn from us.
All that mother this morning taught her kids was that it was alright to scream like a demented banshee and wake up the neighbours when you don't climb in to the car fast enough. She will have no right to complain when the kids scream at her like that for not doing something for them fast enough.
Friday, September 19, 2008
The Friday 5
the Friday 5 This isn't the orginal Friday 5, but I linked to them cause they are the best. I have a problem sometimes with their entries, because they are American... and I don't always get the questions...
1. What is your best joke?
WHat do you call a Fish with no Eyes?
2. If you were a character in the Muppet Show which one would you be?
Animal, cause I'm a bit like that, Unpredictable and Vicious
3. Do you brush your teeth before bed?
Oh Yes Indeedy, so that I can taste all lovely and fresh before I kiss the face off my husband.
4. Would you employ Daddy Papersurfer?
This is an interesting one. I didn't know what a Daddy Papersurfer was, so I went to www.aqa63336.com and asked them. This in itself was very interesting, and they have now offered to send me 7 interesting facts about Beer and Ale for the next seven days for free, which delighted me. They text me back and told me that a Daddy Papersurfer was a aged blogger who moaned a lot, and happily (contradiction) referred to himself as an old git. This being the correct definition, No I wouldn't employ a Daddy Papersurfer? Why Would I? I am as much of an Old Git as I need all by myself, without paying someone to be one for me.
5. When was (if applicable) the last time you lied about your age?
I lie about my age constantly. I am 44, shit, I think that is the first time I have written it down. NIGHTMARE. But I think I can pass for 38? I used to pass for 28 but I think that would be pushing it now. If I keep thinking Gary Barlow and Cheekbones I might get there.
1. What is your best joke?
WHat do you call a Fish with no Eyes?
2. If you were a character in the Muppet Show which one would you be?
Animal, cause I'm a bit like that, Unpredictable and Vicious
3. Do you brush your teeth before bed?
Oh Yes Indeedy, so that I can taste all lovely and fresh before I kiss the face off my husband.
4. Would you employ Daddy Papersurfer?
This is an interesting one. I didn't know what a Daddy Papersurfer was, so I went to www.aqa63336.com and asked them. This in itself was very interesting, and they have now offered to send me 7 interesting facts about Beer and Ale for the next seven days for free, which delighted me. They text me back and told me that a Daddy Papersurfer was a aged blogger who moaned a lot, and happily (contradiction) referred to himself as an old git. This being the correct definition, No I wouldn't employ a Daddy Papersurfer? Why Would I? I am as much of an Old Git as I need all by myself, without paying someone to be one for me.
5. When was (if applicable) the last time you lied about your age?
I lie about my age constantly. I am 44, shit, I think that is the first time I have written it down. NIGHTMARE. But I think I can pass for 38? I used to pass for 28 but I think that would be pushing it now. If I keep thinking Gary Barlow and Cheekbones I might get there.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
A Love Struck Romeo, Sung a Sweet Song Serenade
Well, as you can see from the photo I survived.
This isn't actually me today, it could have been me yesterday cause I'm all wet. Did you know that it rained for 40 hours non-stop. Amazing Eh?
I just felt we were lacking photos.
I was so stressed before / during / after the dentist, and he is laughing at me like I'm a looney. The receptionist says to me, I remember in April 1991, on a Saturday you came in and we couldn't even get you in the chair.
I had to leave the family in the car and walk. We got there too early and I couldn't bear just sitting there. So I walked the High Street to Argyll Street and then headed along Candleriggs and back round, examining every shop within walking distance, until I realised I was back.
I was in and out in about 40 seconds. Well maybe 3 minutes. I had my Time Traveller's Wife blaring into my ears so I was oblivious to the abuse he was giving me.... I love him really. he is best dentist in the world. I just hate people poking me teeth.
I left the Dentist before everyone else - well Tool came with me - She had actually been taken, and sent back out again in the time it took me to recover from the stress. We went across and got bacon butties from the wee station shop. Boy loves the Red Sauce which is Neon in Nature, and tastes as much like Tomato Keptchup as Bonios do. But he says it adds to the experience, which he says the wee shop and the banter therein are. ha ha ha
I also had to stop and have a Starbuck. White Mocca Choca. Yummy. That about calmed me down, however now I am suffering the after effects of Stress and want to sleep and sleep and sleep.
I can't stand the "pain"
I'm going to dentist this morning.
Just a check up, but I still couldn't sleep because of it.
Wooooooooo.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Tuesday, Wednesday stay in bed
I barely seen my family last night.
I was so relieved to be feeling better after the migraine I came home and toddled straight off to tap. We are trying a wee dance - Does Your Mother Know. It is actually quite good when you do a dance because you can learn the order of the steps rather than just banging away repetitively.
Jacqui said she wasn't going to go back, but she will - I sent her the steps and the song so she can practise as hard as she likes before next week.
When I got back - Tool was at Volleyball, Si was face down on the PC. Boy went to Volleyball and I let him drive, which was a bit scary because it was really dark, and pouring with rain. I forget that I can't really see in the dark, so I had to sit right forward in the seat, with my face pressed against the windscreen so that I could tell him what he was looking out for. But we got there without incident, apart from the third to second, instead of third to fourth which thankfully he did when I was looking out the back window. If he had done that when I had been sitting where I had I would have been thru the windscreen.
When Tool came home she headed up stairs for the beauty treatment and shower. I headed back out to get Boy, and I let him drive home again which was slightly better - I trust him to see where he is going. When we got in I screamed because Tool had decided to put on a face pack. A Chocolate Facepack. O M G; And you should see the mess of my towels too. I think she just wiped it off with the towel.....
I had to go to bed then. I get so tired so quickly. And here we are again, at Weird Tuesday.
I was so relieved to be feeling better after the migraine I came home and toddled straight off to tap. We are trying a wee dance - Does Your Mother Know. It is actually quite good when you do a dance because you can learn the order of the steps rather than just banging away repetitively.
Jacqui said she wasn't going to go back, but she will - I sent her the steps and the song so she can practise as hard as she likes before next week.
When I got back - Tool was at Volleyball, Si was face down on the PC. Boy went to Volleyball and I let him drive, which was a bit scary because it was really dark, and pouring with rain. I forget that I can't really see in the dark, so I had to sit right forward in the seat, with my face pressed against the windscreen so that I could tell him what he was looking out for. But we got there without incident, apart from the third to second, instead of third to fourth which thankfully he did when I was looking out the back window. If he had done that when I had been sitting where I had I would have been thru the windscreen.
When Tool came home she headed up stairs for the beauty treatment and shower. I headed back out to get Boy, and I let him drive home again which was slightly better - I trust him to see where he is going. When we got in I screamed because Tool had decided to put on a face pack. A Chocolate Facepack. O M G; And you should see the mess of my towels too. I think she just wiped it off with the towel.....
I had to go to bed then. I get so tired so quickly. And here we are again, at Weird Tuesday.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Splish Splash I was takin a Bath
Look My Friend Wee-Devil loves me so much she sends me pictures of herself in the bath.
How lucky Am I?
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Not Just Another Drop in the Ocean
12 seventeen year olds in one room is probably never a good idea.
12 seventeen year olds with several bottles of beer and alcopops is probably worse.
Add a bottle of whisky, and then it gets messy.
Messy like you have to remove all the furniture from your living and dining rooms and mop the floor down kind of messy.
At least it was only one of them. But jeesus, i have never seen so much sick in my life. He was legless, literally.
Weans!
12 seventeen year olds with several bottles of beer and alcopops is probably worse.
Add a bottle of whisky, and then it gets messy.
Messy like you have to remove all the furniture from your living and dining rooms and mop the floor down kind of messy.
At least it was only one of them. But jeesus, i have never seen so much sick in my life. He was legless, literally.
Weans!
Friday, September 12, 2008
I believe in Angels
I sat down to do this, and a car pulled up outside, and I nearly pooped myself. Is funny how I got used to Si being around and how not altogether safe I feel when he isn't here/.
He's got a Sleep over at Scouts. Boy is at A Ceilidh in MOTHERWELL of all places. I have been up there to drop him, and two of his mates off. All good. They are getting a bus down the road, but I have to wait until he appears back at Prestwick and run down and get him.
Tooli and me took a wee run into The Fort at Glasgow on the way back, which was lovely - it was like shopping for Christmas, except it wasn't freezing or raining. It was gorgeous.. and we bimbled around. I spent ages in Borders, cause I love borders, and then we ventured into a couple of places to look for a denim skirt for Tooli belle. We managed to get 2, and she tried a gorgeous dress on in Jane Norman, but she wasn't totally sure about it. Hmm I thought it was Gorgeous. Maybe next time.
Yawn. I have to havea sleep.
He's got a Sleep over at Scouts. Boy is at A Ceilidh in MOTHERWELL of all places. I have been up there to drop him, and two of his mates off. All good. They are getting a bus down the road, but I have to wait until he appears back at Prestwick and run down and get him.
Tooli and me took a wee run into The Fort at Glasgow on the way back, which was lovely - it was like shopping for Christmas, except it wasn't freezing or raining. It was gorgeous.. and we bimbled around. I spent ages in Borders, cause I love borders, and then we ventured into a couple of places to look for a denim skirt for Tooli belle. We managed to get 2, and she tried a gorgeous dress on in Jane Norman, but she wasn't totally sure about it. Hmm I thought it was Gorgeous. Maybe next time.
Yawn. I have to havea sleep.
Friday 5
The Friday 5
Who lets you have your way more than you should? Si, My husband, Always.There is nothing he won't let me do, and if there is any doubt, a petted lip and big eyes always helps.
According to the cliche, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, but what’s the way to yours?
Hmmm. My heart is very open. Any offer of kindness is accepted by my heart. Any pressie (thank you Andrea for yesterday, and Wee Devil for almost EVERY week) is welcomed and my heart is opened. Any smile, and my heart is yours. However, my heart does actually belong to Si so the chances are, that although I hold warm and fuzzy feelings for you all, it will never belong to anyone but my honey.
What’s som
ething that should have been put away but hasn’t been?
Probably 3/4 of the contents of our living room. We have a family of come in, drop, go out. I'm too tired always to pick up, so it stays. I'm sitting right now at a computer desk covered in Postcards, homework, cameras, tit tape, pens, bowls and candles, oh, and various PDA's. My husband keeps getting broken ones and fixing them!
When did you last weigh yourself?
when I came back my holidays. I had been doing rather well on the old Wii Fit and going out walking. I have done neither really since I came back, with the exception of On
e Night. And I am feeling rather guilty about it. However, I have promised myself, that after this weekend, I shall go to it with abandon.
What
do the cops in the donut shop say? 
Way Oh Way Oh, Way Oh Way Oh. Walk Like an Egyptian.
Who lets you have your way more than you should? Si, My husband, Always.There is nothing he won't let me do, and if there is any doubt, a petted lip and big eyes always helps.
According to the cliche, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, but what’s the way to yours?
Hmmm. My heart is very open. Any offer of kindness is accepted by my heart. Any pressie (thank you Andrea for yesterday, and Wee Devil for almost EVERY week) is welcomed and my heart is opened. Any smile, and my heart is yours. However, my heart does actually belong to Si so the chances are, that although I hold warm and fuzzy feelings for you all, it will never belong to anyone but my honey.
What’s som
ething that should have been put away but hasn’t been?Probably 3/4 of the contents of our living room. We have a family of come in, drop, go out. I'm too tired always to pick up, so it stays. I'm sitting right now at a computer desk covered in Postcards, homework, cameras, tit tape, pens, bowls and candles, oh, and various PDA's. My husband keeps getting broken ones and fixing them!
When did you last weigh yourself?
when I came back my holidays. I had been doing rather well on the old Wii Fit and going out walking. I have done neither really since I came back, with the exception of On
e Night. And I am feeling rather guilty about it. However, I have promised myself, that after this weekend, I shall go to it with abandon. What
do the cops in the donut shop say? Way Oh Way Oh, Way Oh Way Oh. Walk Like an Egyptian.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
I was taken by the early conversation piece
I've had a lovely day today. Seriously.
Not too much brain taxing, and kindness shown to me by a nice person.
Wee-Devil is on GTalk making me laugh right now, which is always a nice way to finish the day,
and I watched my first ever episode of Ugly Betty.
Cool
Not too much brain taxing, and kindness shown to me by a nice person.
Wee-Devil is on GTalk making me laugh right now, which is always a nice way to finish the day,
and I watched my first ever episode of Ugly Betty.
Cool
And Sometimes It's Bad
But not today.
I was going downhill rapidly, tho heaven knows why.
And my friend next door gave me a wee pressie - just because. This is my lovely shiney rolex.
She is awful good to me. Yesterday she gave me the loveliest bunch of flowers.
I was going downhill rapidly, tho heaven knows why.
And my friend next door gave me a wee pressie - just because. This is my lovely shiney rolex.
She is awful good to me. Yesterday she gave me the loveliest bunch of flowers.
And sometimes its good ......
Why is your stomach Fat?
This is what an advert said on a web page!
My stomach is fat because I ate too much while I was preganant, and didn't stop.
However, I am confident that my appreciation of what Gary Barlow did to himself will encourage me to strive towards beautifulness.
This is what an advert said on a web page!
My stomach is fat because I ate too much while I was preganant, and didn't stop.
However, I am confident that my appreciation of what Gary Barlow did to himself will encourage me to strive towards beautifulness.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
It's A Beautiful Day
Well that is a bit of an exaggeration.
But.... We are still here, and there seems to be no side effects of the start of the next Big Bang!
But I will keep waiting just in case.
Wee-devil made me happy today. I got an envelope.
This was a GINORMOUS ENVELOPE. Inside my envelope was :
a metro
4 coloured bic pens
1 sticky note book
a disposable fork
6 cup a soups
a note
a book.
Lovely lovely lovely. Made me very happy.
Also made up for
the day not ending sooner that I had thought it was going to.
I also got lovely bunch of flowers, from A. just for me being me. Which is also lovely.
So despite the fact that there is a highly strong possibility that the world is going to end today, I'm quite made up with it.
But.... We are still here, and there seems to be no side effects of the start of the next Big Bang!
But I will keep waiting just in case.
Wee-devil made me happy today. I got an envelope.
This was a GINORMOUS ENVELOPE. Inside my envelope was :
a metro
4 coloured bic pens
1 sticky note book
a disposable fork
6 cup a soups
a note
a book.
Lovely lovely lovely. Made me very happy.
Also made up for
the day not ending sooner that I had thought it was going to.
I also got lovely bunch of flowers, from A. just for me being me. Which is also lovely.
So despite the fact that there is a highly strong possibility that the world is going to end today, I'm quite made up with it.
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