Pretty pics

I've been getting a little creative with my camera recently. No longer is its only use taking drunken pictures in the pub, but maybe a few nice ones too. So I thought I'd share some with you.. To brighten up your day...

Menopausal Mother

I think that women of a certain age should be locked up for a few years, or until the menopause is over, to save the sanity of anyone who has the unfortunate situation of living/working/or just generally being near them. I don't claim to understand the inner workings of the body, but I know that hormones or lack of them, when they run out, makes women crazy, and by women I mean my mum. The hot flushes, the memory loss, the weight gain, the moodiness are just some of the effects of the menopause. But the change from a normal mum, who is generally sometimes dependable, to this unstable, completely undependable, secretive, sneaky, paranoid and insecure person is a pretty big shock. All of a sudden the person who you think is reliable and will fix everything, isn't there anymore, and you're the one who has to take control and play the adult. Which is a huge change. And I don't like it.
So, lock them up, or at least give them a tablet to stop it. I know they can get HRT but I don't understand the point of going from no hormones to pumping too many in to your body. I mean surely that will only make things worse? Think of the moodswings etc with PMT and then multiply it by ten. Not such a great idea anymore...

Anyway, moan over.

Scary stuff

Today I took out home and contents insurance. Which is scary because it confirms the fact that as from Thursday I will be a home owner. With a mortgage. And responsibilities. Wow. Not bad for someone who has a mental capability of a 5 year old...
Up until now I have kind of put this thought out of my head. After months of arguing with the mortgage company I'd almost convinced myself that it would never happen. I didn't want to get my hopes up. But now it's happening. And thats scary.
However, I do like the idea of being insured. Now even if I do something stupid and damage my house I don't have to pay for it. I can put my foot through the ceiling and its ok. Not that i'm planning to.
I think I am feeling like a grown up. But at the same time I am feeling pretty sick, which I don't think is because I have a hangover, but because I'm scared. Really petrified. But happy too. I think that after 6 months of living at home I'm finding it hard to step out of that protective bubble and go into the big wide scary world. I will have to buy my own food again. And pay bills. And other scary grown up things. But I will have my own house which is pretty cool.

House warming presents are welcome.

Nail in the coffin

And a week after I said I liked my brother's girlfriend...they broke up. Having been together a year and a half, I finally meet her, realise that yes, she is nice, and then he finishes it. Good job Alistair. The ONE girlfriend I like. I feel like I have lost something too...

REALITY V TV WORLD

Recently I find myself having to forcibly distiguish between reality and 'non reality', aka TV world. I think the time has come to turn off the TV. My mind seems to wonder off into another dimension where characters in soaps,films and books are real. What happens to these people affects me too. If they are angry, sad, in trouble, I tend to think about it and think of ways to help them out, and then I realise ITS NOT REAL and come back to real world. Is this normal? I'm hoping that it's just the side effect of watching too much tv in the evenings and not enough talking to real people. Which will change soon when I move into my new house and don;t have to drive that 57 miles to work day in day out. Ahhh. I will have been given the gift of time. So, house warming party the weekend after next... and any ideas of how to turn my shed into a bar would be well appreciated.

And....

And to continue previous post...

Another good thing. Lil Bro's girlfriend has been staying this week. Which generally wouldn't be a good thing, but after finally meeting her, I have decided that she has my approval. Not only is this girl nice, intelligent and pretty, which would generally make me dislike a girl, but she is normal.Not like the last one. No weird alcohol related name ending in an i, which I wont go into, but you know who she is. Anyway, I finally like one of my brother's girlfriends. Which leaves me with a warm fuzzy feeling inside. I think I'm finally maturing.

Good week, Bad week

Today I had a pretty good day, which in general brightened up what has been a pretty terrible week. Which is kind of good. Because its only Wednesday, which means that although the week began badly there is a chance that the overall goodness of the week can improve.
Good things that happened today:
1. The man who waves at me in the mornings on the way to work is back! After two months of disapearance he has returned, and greeted me this morning with a grin and wave. Which pretty much put me in a good mood for the whole day, which is no mean feat at 7am in the morning.
2. My mortgage came through finally which means in a few weeks I will be moving! Yes, I will be a home owner. Scary stuff, because deep down I know I still have the mentality of a five year old.
3. I stuffed myself to the point of being sick with Chinese food to celebrate the aforementioned mortgage.

And there are things to look forward to for the other two days before the weekend. Friday is not only Cookie Day at work, but also a dress down day. Which is good news. But generally I am more happy that its cookie day, because I had to refuse last week as I was sick, and I had the pleasure of watching everybody around me eating, warm, gooey, delicious cookies. This week its MY turn.
I also turned down drinking last weekend, so Friday and Saturday are going to be good nights. Also HAPPY BIRTHDAY to My fellow Beaver leaders, Mallak and Tigger, otherwise known as Michaela and Suzanne.

And, yes I know, there's more, I get to judge a carnival on Sunday. I decide who wins and loses, which is pretty awesome for this little control freak.

Good times, good times.