Hot Mark has left the BPIM

And the night out pictures, pretty much summerise my entire night from about 6 onwards, blurry.






I'm sure someone was pole dancing in this one...

Happy Easter Egg Day

I have the urge to drive all the way back to Peterborough, a day early, just to play Mario Kart, or Sonic, until my head explodes. But I'm pretty sure Mario Kart will win out, cos it always does.

I have 5 Easter Eggs, all unopened, and I don't want them. Which proves the theory I have about myself. If I can't have it, I want it and I lose interest if I can have it. Chocolate/men, its all the same.

Last night I chose to be the sober one, or the taxi if you will. Sober not by choice, but by necessity. My body still hates me. It made me realise that if anyone wasn't drunk on Thursday's night out, and had the unfortunate experience of talking to me, then I probably pissed them off. Sorry. Well, not really because that would indicate that I'd be making an effort not to get wasted again, and we all know thats a lie. But if it makes you feel better then believe it.

Anyway, Happy Easter Egg Day.

Funny cos it's True

Your Job Dissatisfaction Level is 92%

Your job is a disaster - it's surprising you've lasted this long.You need to quit if you can, even if you don't have another job lined up.As far as stressful work situations go, yours is off the scale brutal.Almost any job would be better than what you've got!

Should You Quit Your Job?

Ah, beer, My achilles heel, if you will

Jesus Christ. How can I still have a hangover? I even tried the hair of the dog this morning, which worked until about ten am. Maybe drinking wine with breakfast isn't the best idea I've ever had...but it did take the edge off the flashbacks.

So, work night out didn't entirely go as expected. There's a big gap in my memory where I'm not quite sure what I did, although I'm pretty sure I'd regret it even more if I remembered. The flashbacks make me want to curl up in a ball and die. I feel so, so sick when I think about going to work on Tuesday. THIS is why I don't do work parties.

Anyway, congratulations Mark, you escaped! Me next!

hurt

so hungover, soo so hungover, flashbacks...not good.

Pretty Accurate.

Your Birthdate: January 20

You are a virtual roller coaster of emotions, and most people enjoy the ride.Your mood tends to set the tone of the room, and when you're happy, this is a good thing.When you get in a dark mood, watch out - it's very hard to get you out of it.It's sometimes hard for you to cheer up, and your gloom can be contagious. Your strength: Your warm heart Your weakness: Trouble controlling your emotions Your power color: Black Your power symbol: Musical note Your power month: February

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

Monster Name

Your Monster Profile

Demon Demon You Feast On: Coffee You Lurk Around In: Public Restrooms You Especially Like to Torment: Lawyers

What's" Your Monster Name?

Always check when you go to the toilet... I might be lurking..

One Day Left

One day left until we say goodbye to Mark, forever...well maybe not forever, hopefully we'll all stay in touch! Tomorrow night is party night in honour of Mark, so I'm looking forward to a few drinks!

There seem to be a lot more ugly people on soaps these days.

The sun almost came out today. Hopefully it'll be HOT soon. I can't wait to make use of the garden and sunbathe.

Work gave us an Easter egg today, which doesn't help the growing stash of chocolate I've acquired in the last few days. Overbuying on Easter eggs really wasn't a good idea.

2 days to go..

Only two days to go until we lose Hot Mark to the big smoke! Altogether now, aww.
Good news is that its 2 days until 4 days off work. I love Easter. I also love the deals they are doing on Easter Eggs at the moment. I think I've 'accidentally' bought too many this year...YUM.
Another good thing, I've managed to get my weekly shopping down to under £5 per week. Sure, I might have to eat some out of date food, but at least I should be able to meet my bills!

Today I am liking this game. fun

A Word of Warning

You Are 68% Abnormal

You are at medium risk for being a psychopath. It is somewhat likely that you have no soul. You are at high risk for having a borderline personality. It is very likely that you are a chaotic mess. You are at high risk for having a narcissistic personality. It is very likely that you are in love with your own reflection. You are at medium risk for having a social phobia. It is somewhat likely that you feel most comfortable in your mom's basement. You are at low risk for obsessive compulsive disorder. It is unlikely that you are addicted to hand sanitizer.

How Abnormal Are You?

I especially like the fact that after I took this test, a load of ads appeared at the top of the page for mental health help...

Soul for Sale

I wonder how much I would get for my soul... http://uk.news.yahoo.com/05042006/323/chinese-man-tries-sell-soul-online.html

Comments please, how much would you pay for my soul? 1 owner, low milage, but slightly tainted.

By the Power of Grayskull...I HAVE THE POWER

I miss HeMan, but this version has the effect of destroying any childhood dreams... I can deal with the gay cowboy film, but not the gay HeMan film. http://youtube.com/watch?v=UKeDWCLajQk

I always wanted to be She-ra. She was the ultimate in coolness. And she always looked good, even when she was fighting Hordak and his evil minions. To top it all off, she had a horse. Although I wouldn't have called him Swift Wind.

Nearly Friday

ONE MORE DAY! It's nearly Friday! And tomorrow is a special Friday, it's Hot Mark from work's last Friday, which means its our last cookie day together. That makes me pretty sad.
But on a happier note, it's Jen's Birthday, and although she won't be there, I 'm planning to have a birthday drink in her honour.

Happy Birthday Jen!

By the way, I changed the settings for the site meter, not realising it would set it back to 0. Which means that it looks as though nobody has ever read this. Which makes me look pretty pathetic! That's not really the case, well as far as the site meter goes.

And...

Whilst perusing the aisles of the supermarket, I discovered a little gem for the Sims fanatics/computer nerds of the world (aka, Stacy and I). I found a game where you can build you own hotel and run it. You get to watch what the customers do and what they think of the hotel. It's FANTASTIC. I managed to drag myself away from it, but chance are I'll go back tomorrow and buy it. However, if anyone wants to treat me, please feel free.

Feeling Good...

Today I learnt that there is nothing funnier than a midget on a motorcycle. Especially if it's a child size motorcycle. It really was the highlight of my day.

Tonight I was is a crappy mood, for various reasons, so I decided I needed cheering up, so I went budget food shopping. I managed to buy: a punnett of strawberries, 3 bottles of diet lemonade, 6 bread rolls, and lime cordial, all for the fantastic price of £2.77. For those who know me, you may realise that the lemonade and lime cordial was the actual reason for the shopping trip....I had actually decided to drown my sorrows with some vodka...

Anyway, today's lesson was that strawberries, vodka, lemonade and lime with novelty shaped icecubes and long, brightly coloured, loopy straws really DO make you feel better. That and the midget...

Ha ha

I don't know why but I find this laugh out loud funny. It's not that clever but give it a try!
http://www.offthewrist.com/index.jsp?content=middlename/middlename.html

Apparently my name should be Charlotte Cynthia Caligua CrackWhore Wyllie!

Freebies

I got a parcel in the post today and the thing is, I have no idea where it came from. It's was a cardboard drawerset, and I really don't know where it's from. But although I don't really want it, I like the idea of freebies just arriving in the post.

I did more gardening today. I even used a strimmer, which was pretty cool, although probably dangerous for me to use it...and I planted 2 trees. I feel so grown up.

The new kitchen is still sitting in the kitchen, the boxes just staring at me. I still have no inclination to make the cabinets yet. Maybe I'll go move furniture now.

Feeling so worthless

I've just realised, from reading back over recent blogs, that my fence panels arrived nearly twenty days ago, and they're still where the delivery man left them. Wow, that's bad. No wonder my neighbours have been giving me evils...

My Space V The Sims.

I'm totally addicted to My Space. It's actually taken over from the Sims, yes, unbelievable, but true. Up until now I was randomly checking it once a week at most, but now.. I'd say at least three times a day. Crazy! I also love, LOVE it when people leave comments on it for me....hint hint.

Anyway, Kate I'm glad my birthday present for you arrived, although two months late. When do I get mine?

My kitchen arrived today! Now I just have to put it together, rip out the old one, get the room plastered/painted/tiled and get someone to fit it and move the sink! I thought I would feel happy it was here, but now I feel scared that there is SO much to do, and so little money to do it with. This is where I start thinking about pimping myself out to kitchen fitters...anyone?

So True....

You Are 94% Evil

You're the most evil person you know. The devil is even a little scared of you!

How Evil Are You?

Yay!

I REALLY love Amazon Jersey, where else can you get the New Harry Potter movie for a fiver less than anywhere else! I am sooooooo excited.

A little rant, well more of a pissed off rambling.

Today I am not liking the clocks changing. I know they changed yesterday, but as it was Sunday yesterday I didn't feel the effects till this morning. I'm pretty sure that helped to contribute to the fact that felt crappy and called in sick at work. (I'm feeling a bit better now but I'm too scared to leave the house in case they have someone spying on me, and think i'm faking. I have this whole guilt complex about not being at work when I should. )

Anyway, the clocks went forward, which I'm pretty sure means that the East coast USA is now 6 hours behind instead of the usual 5, well, for a week anyway. And I feel like somebody just took time away. I feel cheated that an hour of my Sunday was stolen. And it was Mother's day, so Mums all across the UK had an hour, of the one day a year dedicated to them, disappear. It's not right.

And another added to my Hate list..

So...another company goes on my HATE list. What is it about Argos workers? They obviously hate their job, but maybe, just maybe, they might find it a tiny bit more rewarding if they were helpful. They might actually have HAPPY customers. My washing machine broke down after 2 weeks, three months ago, and I still can't get it replaced! Word of warning, never shop at Argos!

BTW, I actually do have a Hate List, I keep a note of all the companies that have pissed me off. And then vow never to use them again. Unfortunately its getting pretty long now, so I don't know what will happen when I run out of companies. However, I can assure you that Argos is at the TOP of this list.

So for now, still no washing machine. Which means weekly trips home for laundry or using the laundrette, which I really dislike. It's smoky, dirty and cold. So home it is.

Cheap and Easy - just like me...

I've just discovered the joys of Jersey Amazon, which is about 70% cheaper than UK Amazon. So Happy Mother's Day Mum! I love buying cheap presents and then treating myself to some cut price goodies at the same time!

I've done nothing tonight. I really haven't. I have nothing to say.

Good luck Hot Mark for tomorrow.

Happy Belated St Patricks Day

I've finally recovered from my St Patricks Day celebration enough to make sense. To be fair I wasn't all that hungover, more tired and just generally feeling crappy, rather than the usual headache and mouth tasting of vomit.

Anyway, it was a good night out. We predictably ended up in O'Neills. The live band was fun, even better when Loretta got up to join the singing, and then taught us all Irish dancing. Pictures will follow. At the moment my camera is claiming 'battery exhausted', rather than the usual battery low. I don't quite know what to do with it, and have no inclination to try and fix the problem at the moment.

Yesterday afternoon was spent lying on the couch, watching one chick flick after another. Last night I spent 4 hours playing SIMS which was worrying.

Today has been a bit more productive. I bought and wrapped birthday presents. There seems to be a LARGE number birthdays at the end of March. On top of that there's Mother's Day. And to make my finances even worse, Nicola is moving out, which means I have a spare room, so if anyone wants to lodge with me....

This week I'm loving:
Orson No Tomorrow.
And I've watched the film Wimbledon 3 times in the last 2 days.

This week I'm hating:
Work/work/work
And the space bar on my laptop. Which has meant that this blog has taken twice as long to write.

I started to write this blog, and then re-read, and deleted it all to start again. Basically work is awful, but I'm not going to bore you with it.

Tonight was productive, to an extent. I called three call centres, and as yet haven't actually got anywhere with any of the problems, but I tried, and it feels like I've achieved more than I actually had. I paid bills and sorted out out paperwork, and had a bit of a tidy of the house. And I wrote some letters. Wow, its like being at work...

There was a hint of Spring in the air today. I can't wait until its warm again. It'll be amazing!
I am so excited about the weekend. I have big plans for my garden. I have some seeds and bulbs I am going to plant and try and grow!!

St Patricks Day on Friday, and also a half day at work, so by 3pm I am hoping to be wasted! I miss afternoon drinking.

Green Fingers

My new fence panels arrived today. I don't know why that made me so happy but it did. Although I haven't put them up yet, I'm actually to short to reach which sucks, and no doubt will have my 16 year old, 6 foot 3 brother cracking up. He already addresses me as Frodo, so I guess I've got it coming.

I've really gotten into gardening. Six months ago I loved spending a day wondering around clothes shops, now I spend my Saturdays, and sometimes Sundays too, wondering around DIY shops and garden centres. And I love it. Today I bought a tree and some seeds for some cool looking flowers. Although I'm pretty new at the whole gardening thing, I have a feeling I might be a natural. I mean, I've had 3 Cacti and a red plant for almost 3 months now and they haven't died, so I think I'm pretty good. And I have a new lawnmower, which is bright yellow and pretty cool. I was so pissed off this morning when it rained and I couldn't use it! Maybe tomorrow!

It snowed today! Just a little, and when it was really warm out, which was odd.

I have to go get an early night, I'm going to a gardening centre tomorrow!

Argh!

What the hell is going on in the world!! Why is Harry Potter, an English film, being released in America before here! Stupid Americans.

Help me

After a detailed discussion with Stacy, I have been convinced to buy the Sims University game. I was so close to weaning myself off, but Stacy, you ruined all the bad work. I just can't get enought of controlling these little people, This must be how God feels.
Can't talk, must play.

Thanks Stacy!

I've been MIA the last few days. I've re-discovered the joy of Sims, thanks to Stacy reminding me. Which means that after weaning myself off, I am now back to spending whole days immersed in the little world inside my computer.

It rained today, which was a nice change. It's strange how much you miss it when it doesn't rain for a while. At least rain is warmer than ice. I can't believe I was actually happy to hear that the temperature in Peterborough would hit 6 degrees today. I was sun!

The event of the weekend had to be gardening. I finally have a lawnmower, and seven months after moving in, I got to mow the lawn! Well, half of it, the grass was really long. But give me a month or so and it'll be presentable. Roll on the garden parties.

I've just realised that apart from Sims and the garden, I have nothing left to share, which is pretty pathetic. Oh, I cooked Mussels last night. I realised that although I love them, I can't bear to cook them. I think it was the label on the bag saying 'live mussels.' I didn't realise they were 'live' before and then I felt like a bad person for putting them in a pot and boiling them. Although I think I might have lessened the pain for them by adding a bottle of wine for the sauce. I'm sure I heard them scream though...

I'm glad tomorrow is Wednesday. It means its nearly Thursday, which is nearly Friday which is the start of the weekend. Good.

I'm too tired to think of a title.

I really need to go to bed, but it involves a long walk up the stars which just seems like too much effort. And the computer resting on my leg is warm, and my room is not, ah decisions.

Today I don't like drivers who think they have to flash their lights at me to tell me a back light is out. Because blinding me in the rear view mirror is really gonna make things better. It's only one light, its not like you can't see the car! In Losure terms, screw off. (for those not 'in the know' Losure sees himself as a budding film maker, but didn't want to include swearing in his ninja film, so used the term 'screw off'. I guess you have to see the film to understand this, or find it remotely funny...)

Today I like the fact that its Thursday, which means tomorrow is Friday, which makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It also means I can have a drink on Friday, having battled the cravings since Monday night...
Today I also like the fact that random people want to be my friend on My Space. It's my new obsession.

I've been having the strangest dreams the last few weeks. I've dreamt that friends have died, I've had one of those dreams where I'm hooking up with a guy I know, which then makes me feel all weird around them. Especially when I know I don't like them in that way, but it made me wonder for a few days if my subconscious was trying to tell me something, I'm pretty sure it's not. I've had dreams about work, and probably more that I can't remember. Its just been a strange few weeks dreamwise. I thought I'd share.

Tonight we worked on starting a band, a Beaver Band. Yep, over the next few weeks we're getting the boys to make instruments from elastic bands, shoe boxes, jars, bottles and toilet rolls. And then we're going to somehow play music on them, which could go really well, but in all honestly will probably be awful.

I've found the perfect combination of bedware this week. As the temperature's dropped to minus something outside, I've added on to my sleepware again, (see the hot picture of me a couple of weeks ago). I had managed to get 2 layers off, but its gone on again, along with gloves, and a hat. Yes, I look good. Maybe this is why I'm single..But it is soooo cozy and the only time I am ever warm in this ice box of a house.

I love my hot water bottle. Night.

Happy Losure Day!!

24 years ago, a baby unlike all others came into this world. This baby was LOSURE! And 24 years later we are still dazzled by the greatness that is this man. Well, kind of.

In honour of this occasion I have compiled my favourite Losure moments/quirks, a brief snapshot if you will.
1. Losure opening a bottle of White Lightning in my kitchen, dropping it and it exploding all over the walls.
2. Stacy wearing the pumpkin on her head, lying in Losure's bed and jumping up to scare him. He screamed like a little girl.
3. His 'power hour' mix tape, consisting of Hanson's Mmm Bop and not much else.
4. His obsession with Teenage Mutant Ninga Turtles, or TNMT for those in the know.
5. The hair cut I gave him, I probably should have told him I was drunk.
6. His unbelievably awkward phone conversations. The long pauses. The silences. It's painful.
7. The fact that he calls me through his computer.
8. Drunken Losure in York, who was found puking in the campus toilets by the cleaner.
9. Running through the sprinklers at Union. Many times.
10. His general, obsessive anal behaviour about germs, cooking food, and fear of all illnesses.

I miss you Losure, Happy Birthday.

The Good Ole Days

For some reason my space bar has stopped working for some random reason today,so I apologise if some words are alljoinedtogether. Just like that. Wait, I think there might be food underneath it. Yep, all gone now. Anyway...

I got a comment on My Space today from Molly, and it reminded me of all the good, and by good, I mean drunken days from Union. Stacy with the pumpkin on her head, the Frat parties, drunken Losure, Molly and I sitting in the hall finishing all the leftover alcohol from Losures room at the end of term, running through the sprinklers. I'm trying to find the picture of Stacy with the pumpkin, but that might have to wait, because walking upstairs seems like a bit effort right now.

I am sooo full, my stomach isn't sure what's hit it. It's Pancake day, which I think might have some kind of religious reason behind it. Maybe Jesus ate pancakes today or something. Anyway, it means I get to eat pancakes, sprinkled with sugar and lemon, They are amazing. There's nothing better than batter and sugar. ahhh.

I was driving along the motorway today and all the lights came on as I drove down it. It was awesome. It made me feel like they went on just for me. Cos I'm special.

Time to lie down and recover from pancakes.

boomboomboomboom

I celebrated my 4 days off work with a night out. It was one of those nights where you expect it to be a meal and a few drinks and you end up in a club, dancing the night away. Which is always fun. Maybe not for Nicola, who reminded me the next day that I called her at midnight, (bear in mind she has to get up at 6am). For some reason I decided to call on the taxi ride to Lynn. I don't think she appreciated my rendition of 'If you want my body and you think I'm sexy' or my vengaboys, 'Boom Boom Boom Boom.' Not many people have the pleasure of hearing my drunken crooning, so I think she should be grateful. She also got to chat to new people, apparently I made her talk to the Taxi Driver, who I believe was called Paddy.

Anyway, good times.

I AM a star

Turns out Nicola's mum has been thinking about intermingling our families. Apparently she is having my dad, or my younger brother, my nan and nics dad will get together, Nic can have my other brother, and my aunt and Nic's step dad can get together. Somehow nobody is with me, which makes me sad but also a bit relieved... I'm a bit worried that she's put so much thought into this. And I'm pretty sure that I DON'T want Nic as my step sister/step aunt/sister in law.

Anyway, today I went to my slimming class and was given a certificate for Slimmer of a week, and 2, yes 2, stickers, the other for reaching a half stone loss. Wow, I am a star. And people clapped for me and I felt important.

What else, I have the rest of the week off work, which is fantastic. Its ALL good.

Are YOU A Valuable Hidden Treasure?

Oprah is coming to England! Finally, life makes sense again. So in honour of her appearance on this side of the pond I thought I'd share a few Oprah words of wisdom. 'Love is a lesson worth learning. This month, feel it, show it, and make love matter. Ah, Oprah, only you can make crap like this sound credible. Now we will learn the answers to all of life's mysteries, like just why that boy was raised as a girl, why the twins were separated at birth, and how skydiving cured that woman's blindness. TV is good again.

I miss those days...

Old people sex on Eastenders put me off my dinner

I have decided, after an awful day in the office, that people shouldn't have to work, and by people I mean me. I think that I should just be paid for being me. If fact, if I was a 'lady of the night' I would get paid for staying in bed all day, which would be pretty fantastic.

Recently I have become addicted to the Eastender website, especially the games. And the ones where you dress the old women in short skirts and knee high boots. It makes me giggle. I don't seem to have time to do the things I need to do, but I can spend hours on the internet doing this...

And to cheer everyone up.
'A man accidentally shot by Vice President Dick Cheney was in stable condition Wednesday after suffering a mild heart attack when a shotgun pellet in his chest traveled to his heart. '
When a sentence starts with 'a man accidentally shot by Vice President Dick Cheney' you know its going to be good. And David Letterman wins the prize for the best commentary, "We can't get Bin Laden, but we nailed a 78-year-old attorney."

OMG, ITV just advertised Peterborough greyhound track during prime time evening viewing. What is going on with the world. Nothing seems right anymore.

Happy Valentines Day

Happy Valentines to all of you who didn't get a card/flowers today. And to those of you who did, stop feeling smug.

Happy Birthday to My Favourite Brother and Leon

Turns out my two favourite men share the same birthday. My little brother and Leon. Happy 16th Birthday Stuart, Happy 25th Birthday Leon, a quarter of a century! You're old!

I have tried to post the pictures I made for each of them, but it keeps messing up, so here are some pictures of the cuties instead... Nic - leave my little brother alone! You're too old.

Hot Mark from work is ill...

Neighbours was just on TV. I cried like a baby during the funeral. I'm not ashamed to admit it. Well I am a little, but for some reason I keep writing.

Today we had a training day at work. It involved role play, sharing, and teamwork, those being a few of the 'key words.' I learnt about 'feeling' words, impact and influence, understanding people, and how to build relationships with team members. What I really learnt was that I hate role play, I have an unbelievably short attention span, the trainer's shoes didn't match his suit, and I'm pretty sure he was gay. I spent most of the time looking to see if he was wearing a wedding ring.

Now back to American sitcoms and wine. I love Fridays. Tonight might even by DANCE MOVES TWISTER night. Pics will follow...

PS. Mark has 'man flu'. Apparently its worse than usual flu. I hope its not bird flu... Feel better soon Mark. You missed a FUN week at work.

So itchy.......

For those who care, the rash has now spread to my stomach, arms, neck and hips. It itches soooo much. For those of you who don't care, tough.

PS. Nic is a whore. Two attached men on the go...not bad.

the man in black

Last night Jen and I went to see Walk the Line. It was fantastic. The guy was hot. I would definately recommend it. Thats the end of the film review.



It was bonus day today at work, which almost made the last few months worthwhile. Almost. I was suprised by how much it was, seeing as how tight the company usually is with money. Not many others seemed impressed, apparently a bonus is something you can demand, rather than a reward from the company. I might not like my job but to me it was a lot of money! Enough to get my measly bank account back to £0. The first time in 4 years. No longer will I be scared by the dreaded ATM.

Today I have mostly been listening to Johnny Cash, which brings back a lot of memories, nice but confusing.

And tonight I will be indulging in a glass or two of wine, a gift from a nice customer, and watching meet the parents. Ahhhh...

PS. I have a rash all over my arm. It itches and its pretty gross.

all over

Thank you to Losure who alerted me to the 'end of the era.' www. hamstersex.com has been blocked. Awww. On the upside I'm pretty sure midgetsex.com is still going. There is a God after all.

sooo hot

I keep having these moments of profound thoughts which would make a pretty great blog. But then I forget them and you end up with the usual rambling, pointless stories that you've become used to. This one is no different.
Friday night I got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. By chance Nicola got up at the same time. Meeting in the hallway, half asleep, she took one look at me and doubled up laughing. I had no idea what was going on. Finally I realised it was my sleep atire that had caused the fit of laughing. Having no need to dress nicely at night, I have taken to wearing the warmest clothes possible due to the fact that my house is a little ice box. I had been wearing this outfit for a while but Nic had never seen me in it before. So I decided to treat you to a hot picture of me. Bear in mind that the fleece top (and matching mini skirt) came free with something and turned out to be incredably warm. And every layer helps. And so I'm not the only one looking bad, here is Nic too, in her sleep wear. I wonder why we are single...

ode to losure

I completely forgot to thank losure for the FANTASTIC and may I say wonderful piece of arkwork he sent me for my birthday. I especially like the fact that George Bush is dead. Impaled upon the American flag, ahhh.

and the birthday pictures.

Aren't we special...

Happy Birthday to me...

This year I managed to extend my birthday by over a week, which is a pretty mean feat. Friday through Sunday I was in London. We went to the Santuary, which by the way is the most amazing place in the world, we saw Memoirs of a Geisha, which was ok, we ate out, we shopped and we went to the Tower of London. It was all good.

On Wednesday we went for a work birthday lunch, where I seemed to buy all the drinks. The two guys 'went to find a table' just as it came to paying time. Nice.

On Friday I went for an Indian, where my ex boyfriend introduced me to his new boyfriend. Yep, you heard right. I turned him. Anyway it was a great night out and pics will be posted once I get back home to my computer.

Last night me and Rachel had our own birthday party, consisting of carrot cake and vodka, which is an amazing combination.

So, I am happy. And I would like to wish a belated birthday to Kate. WHO GIVES THE BEST HICCIES IN THE WORLD.

awkward conversation alert

I just needed to share this...as did horrible James at work.
I'm walking to a meeting and mentioned to James that I had been having nightmares about work, missing meetings and stuff. He then decided it would be appropriate to share this with me...
' Yeah, I know what you mean, I've been having these sex dreams about girls that aren't my girlfriend. I'm just really randy at the moment...' How in anyway is that relevant to the conversation we were having? And how is it appropriate to share this with a work colleague?

Bear in mind that just being near this guy makes my skin crawl, so hearing about his sex dreams was just about enough to make me cut my ears off so I didn't have to hear it.

Ahhhhh

Today has been a good day. I even tolerated the kitchen man cancelling our appointment because it meant I got to go back to bed. After a nice nap I went to the household waste and got rid of the dead christmas tree which has been lying on its side in the front garden for the last two weeks. I think the neighbours are happier, seeing as we just left it outside the front door for all to see and share the joy of christmas that little bit longer...at least it wasnt a fridge or a sink. Then I ventured out to Morrisons, which is a feat on a Saturday morning. It was full of wheelchairs, prams, slow and stupid people. So I left pretty quickly, then came home and watched weekend feel good movies all day (the wedding date actually isnt that bad a movie. I feel bad for slating it before I saw it. Ahhhhh. And I now have a new crush. Him in a suit, and weddings, ahhh I want his children.

TFIF

It's Friday!!!!!! Which means two glorious days of NO WORK. And today I had cookies at work, and they were soft and gooey in the middle, and that made me happier than I have been in a long time.

Die in a fire

I just nearly died in a fire. There I was grilling my potatoes and all of a sudden the whole top of the cooker exploded. Flames reached the ceiling! I'm still in shock. Luckily it went out just a quickly as it started. I'm pretty sure the fire may have been caused by the lighter Nicola left on top of the grill. Hopefully. Although now I'm a little wary about gas. Luckily we only have enough on the meter for a few small flames...

new years eve.

Wow, I'm on form tonight. Here come the pictures for the New Years Eve! Pirates night at the Mariners. (The fairy is supposed to be Tinkerbell - any excuse to where tights and a tutu.)And a picture of Alistair for Stacy...

10 days

10 days until my birthday. Just so you know.

Burn baby burn

Two months later I have finally got round to sharing my amazing bonfire night pictures. And, no, I have no excuse for not doing it before because lets face it, I havent exactly had a life. I have officially been in hibernation. Anyway, I hope you go wow, ooohh, and make all the noises just like we did when we saw the real things!

how old!!

You Are 16 Years Old

Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

What Age Do You Act?

important

I just wanted to let you know that it is only 17 days until my birthday. I will shortly be publishing my birthday list, so those who want a copy let me know! NYE pictures to follow, when I find the cable...

That is all.

pressies

I did pretty good present wise this year. I got an IPOD which does the whole pictures, videos AND song thing. So seeing as I have NO idea how to work it, I have spent the last 3 days converting all my music on my computer to ITUNES. But the more I learn about it, the better it looks! I got loads of great stuff, pretty much everything from my christmas list, so I'm a happy chappy.

I hope you all had a great Christmas. I have a few parties over the next week, and of course my birthday on the 20th January, so presents are more than appreciated. I will leave you now with a picture of my favourite new toy.

santa claus is coming to town...

With Christmas on its way, my social life has moved up a notch or ten. And I keep meaning to write on here, but I just haven't had time. So I am going to try and remember all the things that happened to me recently and compile them in a short, efficient, time saving list.

1. The Bitch boss resigned the other day, which is the BEST Christmas present I could ever hope for!

2. I don't feel Christmassy yet. And I don't like working up until Christmas and then squeezing it in to a few days. In fact I think the whole of December should be one long holiday. And there should be Christmas films on all day every day.

3. I watched Home Alone the other day. Which did fill me with a teeny bit of Christmas cheer. As only a film about parents neglecting their children do.

4. I went to a party the other night. I didn't get completely wasted, nor did I get a hang over. I think I am growing up. I had a great time apart from the three miserable girls who sat there sulking all night, until we asked them to leave.

5. Nana Moon died in Eastenders, and I cried.

6. Then I went round to Ben's and he made me watch the re-run of it. He cried.

7. I went to London yesterday. I met Jeff, who I haven't seen in about three years. We had lunch and a few drinks. He didn't get naked. We reminisced about Union. Good times.

8. The reason I was in London was because I was showing this friend of mine the sights. She's never been to London before and wanted to know what to do and where to go. So we went shopping, saw the lights, and had a good time. And I feel all warm inside because I was doing a good thing.

9. Back to point no. 1. The guy at work who called me to tell me Bitch boss had resigned has been calling me a lot recently. And apparently not answering the phone doesn't seem to give him a hint. He just leaves messages. And then calls again.. And he is a real prat. So, now I need to work out how to block his phone number.

10. Still no man. So no decent Christmas present. Damn it. I would like a man for Christmas through to Valentines. That's all. Just for the presents and attention.

I think that covers all. I might post Hunstanton Christmas lights pictures soon. Not the town ones, because there are about 3, but the ones people have done on their houses. Soon. Happy Christmas.

Team bonding

Pictures will be following soon of the 'team night' I hosted at my house, when I find the wire to connect to the computer. But for now I have a few things to share with you about it.

Firstly, the night came about because the company decided to get morale up and make you feel like the measly pay and crap work was all worthwhile, by paying £5 per head for us to have a team night and bond. However, for £5 you can't do much, so we bought ingredients, and cooked a dish each, and came to mine. Well, the wine flowed, as it usually does in my house, and the night did improve. Thank God it was with the old team, because there is no way the Bitch manager of the new team was coming to my house. Anyway I digress. There were a few shocked comments about the creative poetry on my fridge, which I wasurpriseded about because I had taken the rudest sentences off. By the way, whoever it was that bought me the erotic poetry magnets for the fridge, I would like to thank you for the hours of fun I have making up rude words. It never fails to entertain my little mind...

It seems that all had good fun. Quotes of the night include:
I'm NOT a nun, just a Reverend.' - my reply to a shocked team mate after seeing the fridge.
'I'm Santa Claus' love child.' - this older, small gnome like man.

'James, only speak when you hold the doughnut. You get three warnings and then you get sent to the kitchen.' - once again, another quote from me, improvising on the method we use at beavers to shut up noisy kids. And James just doesn't shut up..

And the prize of the night goes to James who we sent out to get wine. He called up to ask: 'Should I get 4 red and 1 white? At which point we told him 'no, nobody is drinking the red.' He replies with, 'ok, so 3 red and 2 white then?' His stupidity met new boundaries. ( This was nasty James, not hot James.)

Jen also won a prize for the most inappropriate comment when she turned to Nicola and said, 'yeah charlotte told me you couldn't keep down a job...'

Ah, the effects of alcohol...

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..