yummy

I just ate a boiled egg. This might not be exciting for anybody else, or even blog worthy, but for me its a big thing. I haven't eaten a boiled egg in about 18 years. But tonight I got home from Hunstanton, feeling yucky and full of phlegm, and the fridge was empty, apart from one egg. So Nicola kindly 'leant' me the egg, on the strict promise I would buy her another, and the boiled egg happened. I did have to check how to cook it, but it was worth being laughed at. Although I'm still hungry because I only eat the yellow bit which makes it a very small meal. But I still have a warm fuzzy feeling inside. Which is nice and takes away from the sore eyes, phlegm, sore throat and achiness which is current state of my cold, for those that are interested.
Hot water bottle time now, another recent childhood find which brings me hours of fun and warmth. Ahhh, life is good.

party girl

Tonight I have officially become boring. I have turned down a party, albeit a work party, with people that I don't really like, and managers that are looking for any reason to stab you in the back, to go to IKEA tomorrow. And I am more excited about IKEA. I admit that for a few moments today I thought it would be a good idea to get wasted and have a laugh with the few nice people at work, and yes that was after my liquid lunch, but I think staying at my freezing home with no heating will actually be more fun.

Anyway, Rach and baby are here tonight, although the baby is asleep and not entertaining me like I though she would. So maybe I'll just get wasted by myself and have my dignity still intact on monday at work.

So cold my fingers are falling off so I have to go get a hot water bottle and get under my duvet. I know how to live. Yes I do. Happy Friday night.

where did all the good men go and where is all the fun....

I keep meaning to put up my AMAZING bonfire night pictures, but I haven't, and don't get your hopes up that it'll happen anytime soon, but I do have every intention of doing it one day. So it'll be a suprise when I do.

Work is still pretty awful, but at least The Bitch is away this week which at least makes it tolerable. I can even tolerate the 11 hour days without her there. Which says a lot for her management skills.

I'm currently working out how to screw the company out of an extra two weeks holiday per year. Because of my work with Beavers (scouts, not animals, or anything else) I get extra time off to do this. So, as I have run out of holiday time and fancy a few days off, we may be having a few extra all day meetings that I HAVE to attend.

Anyway I am off to enjoy whats left of the night, and spend my usual evening sitting on the coach, wearing PJs, under the duvet, with a hot water bottle. Aww bliss. Yes, I am a young old biddy but according to Cosmo, thats the new in thing...

mmmm

Tonight is my Ann Summers party, which I'm hoping will be a fun time, drink, food and sex toys. yum. But loads of people have dropped out at the last minute. Seriously guys, if you say you can do something then do it. Of the 12 people I was expecting (and bought food for), I now have 6. Fantastic. But having been to one with 5 recently, then at least I am one up! And therefore I am the winner.

Well, I'm off to welcome the guests and pass around rabbits....

Night

So clever

Today I put a shelf set together, and not an easy one either. But I did it all by myself, with no mistakes, and its pretty sturdy. I am so proud. On the downside though, I tried to drill into the wall to hang up a coat hook and hit metal, so now I have a hole, no coat hook, and I'm a little unsure of what to do next. So, SIMS 2 it is then. By the way, I don't feel that I have celebrated my favourite holiday of the year enough on here, so next time I will take you through the joys of Guy Fawkes night, and the fireworks. Its a date.

MIA

I've been missing in action the last week or two, so I'll apologise. I can't get enthusiastic about writing about me, or life, when it sucks so much. Or when nothing fun is happening. Today I am mostly filled with the odd panic attack feeling when I think about work, which is then closly followed with a feeling of rage, then diappointment, usually the end result being tears. I HATE MY JOB, and hate with a passion. Who thought it was a good idea to invent spreadsheets to record what you do minute by minute at work. Seriously, it takes forever and is the biggest pile of crap you will ever come across. Then they want you to ignore the work you urgently need to get done for clients, so you can make enough phonecalls to satisfy their spreadsheets. Some kind of re re must be running my department. Why are management teams lacking common sense. If they actually did the work themselves their tiny little heads would explode, but all they seem to spend their time doing is making my life harder. And now to top it off, I found out through gossip that I am moving teams on Monday. Nice of my team manager to tell me, or even ask if I minded. But no, they just put me on another team with some woman hating team manager. She doesn't seem to like to promote women and is basically the office bully/bitch. Fantastic. Maybe its time to hand my notice in.

Feelin' good

Ín the middle of packing for my flight home I felt I had to share some of the things I learnt on this trip. Firstly Kate and Stacy helped to enlarge my vocabulary by teaching me some new words. Re-re and rammy, which could be used in the sentence 'Stacy is a rammy little re-re.' I think this one will make it back to the motherland. Lets see how far we can spread the word of Kate.

I also learnt that Stacy needs constant supervision around flames, and as soon as I get the pictures uploaded I will tell the whole story.

I learnt that Kate needs to be censored in public because I really don't think she can stop herself from making those innappropriate, sexual undertoned remarks. And to stop calling me Whorelotte in front of random strangers.

And I saw a Chinese girl picking her nose, for a good couple of minutes, in the middle of a crowded bus.

Aww America.

I wish Losure was In Boston

I've arrived. Back in USA staying with some of my favourite Americans, Stacy, Kate and Gillian. Although Kate has Bronchitus on some such disease and has been hacking up flem since I got here, so she's not much fun yet. I've consumed more pizza, chocolate, cold pizza, more chocolate than I have in years and now I feel a little sick. Which must mean popcorn time.

By the Power of Greyskull!!

I'm feeling a little nostalgic today. I miss the days of He-man, She-ra, Gloworms, Keypers, rubix cubes, Sylvanian Families, and My Little Pony (not the anorexic crappy ones they have today, but the real My Little Pony). I want to be a Princess of Power and have a pink horse called Spirit and fight Hordak for the Honour of Greyskull. I want to be able to hide my secrets inside a plastic, pastel coloured animal. I want to play with a Teenage Mutant Ninga Turtle (or TMNT for those in the know). I want Sindys to come back, she was so much prettier than Barbie, and younger. I want to play with Fuzzy Felts and Transformers - Robot in Disguise.

Aww, it seems so long ago.

We're all going on our summer holidays...lalalala

Well, not summer holdays, but winter holiday. And thats cos the flights are cheaper. Although after booking I relised that had I waited 2 weeks, the flights would have fallen by another £100. Damn.
Anyway, 2 days til holiday. Which has suddenly hit me. Up until now it didn't seem real. Or close. And now I have to pack! I'm actually nervous which is weird considering the amount of travelling I have done before and that I used to fly to America every two months for about 3 years. A years break from the travelling and I feel like a little flying virgin.

Anyway, I get to see some of my favourite people in the whole world. Well, in America. I am soooooooooooooo excited.

Sick sick sick

I am feeling very sorry for myself at the moment so forgive me if I moan and whine on and on. Me and Nic have managed to spawn some kind of mutant virus, a mixture of cold, flu and sickness all in one. Which is nice to say the least. So today i have had a duvet day and watched a million movies and generally felt crap. Having got sick of watching films, I am now resorting to 'real life tv.' Tonights highlights include 'My Two Mums are Men', which is exactly as weird as it sounds, that poor kid, and 'Star Spell', where Z list celebrities are tested on their spelling. I'm so glad I pay a fortune every year on my tv licence so I get the opportunity to watch quality television such as this. Back to the duvet.

DIY

Today I bought a shelf set for the bathroom. I thought it would be the answer to all of my storage problems. So I spent an hour putting it together, dragged it upstairs, and then when I got it into the bathroom it didn't fit. So I have had to drag it all the way downstairs again, battle a spider on the way and then take it all apart, put it all back in the plastic wrapper and pretend it had never been put together, so then I can return it tomorrow. Damn.

And the spider was HUGE. and a fast runner. But its ok, it went into Nicola's shoe.

sexy sexy

tonight i went to an ann summers party and i admit it was a little scary. I'm not into the whole female bonding crap that usually has you revealing your darkest secrets, but I must admit this was fun. Although I think the copious amounts of alcohol helped.

I saw more sex toys tonight than I have ever seen before and found out things that I didn't know was possbile. A real eye opener. The rampant Rabbit looked a little scary. although the thruster was a little more tame. But still prety scary. You know what, I would just like a man rather than hundred of toys. So come on boys!

Arty

I thought I would draw you a little picture of my accident.(previous post). Just to emphasise the point. Again.

My little Accident

My poor poor knee, and elbow, and hip. Last night on the way home from the pub, outside my house, I tripped up a kerb. And the results are the horrible grazes on my arm. These pictures should emphasise the fact that they do actually really, really hurt. Sting. Ow. And although these pictures do look dirty, they really are pictures of my elbow and knee.

After doing the fantastic superman flying impression up the kerb, I lay there for a while in shock. At this point my dad came out of the house to see me lying on the floor and michaela and sarah standing laughing at me. Probably not the best impression. But, I did manage to save the chicken burger. Probably the reason why I didn't put my hands out to stop falling. But I had to prioritise.

And although nobody will believe me, I wasn't that drunk. I was tipsy, but not falling over, messy drunk. Nowhere near. But will anybody believe me? NO!

Anyway, I'm off to nurse my wounds. Sympathy please. Violins. Poor me.

Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells....

I feel cut off from the real world at the moment. The only news I read is financially related which means that unless some major world disaster affects the stock markets, I don't know about it. Which is kind of sad. So today I have spent the afternoon at 'work' at the hotel. Work has been done, but so has surfing the web. I have caught up on the so intellectual entertainment news, a little bit of world news, and learnt that an Australian had a run in with a shark posing as a seal http://uk.news.yahoo.com/24092005/80/australian-surfer-fights-shark-fists.html

Anyway, work at the hotel has been fun. In between emails/news/emails/shopping/emails and on, I have managed to organise our Christmas Fayre and get all the invites out, which is a big job out the way. Which makes me feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. But also a little tired.

I'm not sure of what to do tonight. I could: A. Go out, get wasted, not get chatted up and come home feeling like a troll. B. Stay in and get up early and do things tomorrow.

I can't get drunk without my brain linking it in someway to men.

Anyway, the rambling has started. And I DO want a drink. So maybe I will go out.

Todays Tops Tips

Chlamidia is not a Flower

Batman Birthday!

Today is the birthday of Adam West so using that as an excuse I'd like to pay homage to the superhero that is Batman. I'm not talking about the modern Batman films either, I mean the POW, BAM, ZWAPP Batman films of olden days.
Something you might not know about Batman...Batman and Robin WERE'NT gay. Apparently Aunt Harriet was written into the series to counter the rumors that Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson were gay. Not really sure how that works, maybe she just kept a watchful eye on them or something.

Anyway, slightly off the plot there, here are my favourite Bat Weapons.
No. 1 - Shark Repellent Bat Spray. Just in case you have a shark after you.
No. 2 - Bat-Thermal Underwear – Used to combat Mr Freeze’s weaponry and the more chilly Bat-Nights.
No 3. - The Bat-arang – Batman’s all purpose boomerang shaped weapon, kept on the famous utility belt.

And then there was the car and all the cool gadgets on that, and the phone, and the computer..oh the list goes on..


To the Batmobile, lets go!

Twister

helloooo.

So the other night was drunken twister night for one of us...not nicola.Although she did a great job of joining in the twister for two game, NOT in the dirty way... So I enclose some pictures for you all to share...

New House

I haven't written for ages but I have a good excuse this time! I have finally moved into my new house! Yay! I'm all unpacked and settled in now, and sometime soon I will make the effort to post pictures of it. I seem to have a LOT of spiders. And they are BIG and some kind of immortal breed that just won't die no matter how hard you hit them. But apart from that its good. And I have a garden. My purchase of the week has to be my new spade. I've been digging in the garden and feeling very 'good life' about it. Maybe I'll even grow some vegetables. But I've had to rethink the whole getting a horse in the garden thing. I just don't think it will work. And the shed as a bar. Cos it gets really hot in there and there's nothing worse than warm vodka/beer.
Yumm beer time .

Petrol

All this week we have had to listen to Americans moaning about the price of petrol. I'd like to see them pay our prices. I paid 93p per litre yesterday to fill up my car. That means that for a full tank of petrol for my little car I have to fork out over £40. Which would be about $70+ for a tank of petrol for the Americans among you. Yeah. That told you..