I did this a few years back but I thought another go might be fun. This version comes via Mr Nighttime and it works like this;
If you want to be 'interviewed on your blog' drop me a mail or a comment and I will mail you five questions, you answer them in a blog post and send me the link. I think originally the rules said to mail the originator the reply as well as post it but just a link seems simpler.
Here's my interview, as supplied by MrN.
1. Which movie/television show best describes your life and why?
'Forrest Gump' for this quote alone; "Life is like a box of chocolates....you never know whay you're going to get"
2. A former friend that badly hurt you in past, now calls you up and asks for your help with a serious matter, one of life or death. Do you help them?
Yes, no question. To be honest I'm not sure if that's because I would feel guilty if I didn't or because I would actually care about the outcome for the individual but either way, yes.
3. Vacation - Paris or New York City?
No brainer - NYC, my #1 destination since about age six!
4. What is your favorite curse word? (okay, I stole this from "Inside The Actor's Studio.)
Um....'f*ck', sorry but it can be said with real feeling. If I'm in the company of anyone I might offend then 'bugger' would be my second choice.
5. If there is one moment in your life that changed your outlook on the world forever, what would it be?
I'm not sure I can come up with just one, there have been a few instances that changed my outlook on life significantly for differing reasons so I'm going with three;
a. Meeting Fletch....who taught me to look at life differently and made the previously impossible seem possible.
b. Losing my career through long term health issues.....not to be recommended.
c. Having to give Tilly away.....which taught me a degree of cynicism.
Ok....your turn now guys, come on, join in! ;o)
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Tuesday, 6 January 2009
Thursday, 6 November 2008
A birthday and a big bag!
Yesterday I went to my parents for the day. It's been way too long since I managed to get there, between holidays and hospital appointments (my dad has been a bit poorly) somehow we just hadn't managed to get together for almost two months but finally yesterday we made it at last!
The 5th November is not only Guy Fawkes night but in our family a more important date too, it is my mums birthday and as a consequence there was a small amount of celebrating to be done by way of good food, pretty fireworks courtesy of my brother who I also haven't seen for an age, and much, much gloriously extreme chocolate cake!
It was a lovely day with some serious gossiping, catching up on all things family and much laughter... and there was an added bonus for me too. My sister in law, who has a 'bob or two' and who has a penchant for designer clothing is also, as luck would have it, the same size as me and had been having one of her occasional, 'there's no room left in the wardrobe' turn-outs. This is a good thing because far from it being one of those embarrassing moments when an old aunt presents you with a bag of hideous items that would otherwise 'only go to Oxfam' that you somehow, desperately have to politely decline, my SIL's bags of 'do you want any of these, I don't have room for them' items are like an early Christmas!
.....and as a consequence I left for my long, late night drive home clutching a big bag of almost new, mostly designer gear, worth originally a four figure sum, that all fitted like a glove and that I would have chosen myself if I ever had that kind of money!
Result! :o)
The 5th November is not only Guy Fawkes night but in our family a more important date too, it is my mums birthday and as a consequence there was a small amount of celebrating to be done by way of good food, pretty fireworks courtesy of my brother who I also haven't seen for an age, and much, much gloriously extreme chocolate cake!
It was a lovely day with some serious gossiping, catching up on all things family and much laughter... and there was an added bonus for me too. My sister in law, who has a 'bob or two' and who has a penchant for designer clothing is also, as luck would have it, the same size as me and had been having one of her occasional, 'there's no room left in the wardrobe' turn-outs. This is a good thing because far from it being one of those embarrassing moments when an old aunt presents you with a bag of hideous items that would otherwise 'only go to Oxfam' that you somehow, desperately have to politely decline, my SIL's bags of 'do you want any of these, I don't have room for them' items are like an early Christmas!
.....and as a consequence I left for my long, late night drive home clutching a big bag of almost new, mostly designer gear, worth originally a four figure sum, that all fitted like a glove and that I would have chosen myself if I ever had that kind of money!
Result! :o)
Sunday, 21 September 2008
Europe part 4 - Bloggers, beer & Brussels
The holiday tales are almost over, there is just one more to tell.... and a particularly special one at that!
We left the mountains and headed north in readiness for our sailing home from Calais on Saturday. En route we intended to visit Koblenz and the Ardennes. We did in fact make it to both destinations, Koblenz was a small disaster I won't regale you with and the Ardene we drove through without stopping, having decided for various reasons en route, to spend our last two days in relative luxury in a hotel.
We chose Leuven, a city 30km from Brussels. Well in actual fact we didn't choose it, having been charged with booking a room via the internet on my phone while we were on the road, and having inadvertently misunderstood what I was reading I booked us into the hotel in Leuven by mistake, we had intended to be in the centre of Brussels! Fletch is unlikely to let me live that one down, but it was a happy accident, Leuven was beautiful and laid back, none of the frantic-ness of bigger cities and we spent two lovely days investigating and eating the most massive chocolate and cream covered waffles!
Our choice of the Brussels area for our last day or two was not entirely motivated by its proximity to Calais for our return journey. I had in my mind that if it were do-able we would try and hook up with a fellow blogger who lives thereabouts....the much awarded and hilarious Zoe, who's blog, My Boyfriend is a Twat, you will all know. I had emailed Zoe on our arrival in the area and she and Quarsan (The twat) very kindly invited us for dinner on our final night. And what a night!!! What can I say....absolutely mad, hilarious, high octane fun, fun, fun, we had an absolute ball and it was hard to believe it was the first time we had all met.
Quarsan expertly fed us all a completely scrummy dinner and we talked and we laughed and we drank and we rolled around the floor (don't ask) and we talked and we laughed and we drank....and we drank...and we drank, into the wee small hours! As you know, I'm usually not very comfortable posting pictures of myself, ditto Zoe and Fletch but just this once it is worth it!
A true night to remember!....and a big thank you to Zoe and Quarsan for their hospitality and company, we had a fab night guys, thank you.
Oh...and I came away clutching my very own signed and dedicated copy of the book, gifted! How cool is that?!
And so that was it, holiday over, all that remained was a six hour (result of Euro star fire) wait at Calais the next day and then back to Blightey.
A fabulous holiday, the stuff that life is about :o)
Doubtless there will be one or two more odds and sods posted here ref. holiday stuff but in the main if you have managed to wade your way through these posts you deserve a medal and are now relieved from duty! ;o)
....in the unlikely event you can stand anymore pictures the rest can be found HERE.
We left the mountains and headed north in readiness for our sailing home from Calais on Saturday. En route we intended to visit Koblenz and the Ardennes. We did in fact make it to both destinations, Koblenz was a small disaster I won't regale you with and the Ardene we drove through without stopping, having decided for various reasons en route, to spend our last two days in relative luxury in a hotel.
We chose Leuven, a city 30km from Brussels. Well in actual fact we didn't choose it, having been charged with booking a room via the internet on my phone while we were on the road, and having inadvertently misunderstood what I was reading I booked us into the hotel in Leuven by mistake, we had intended to be in the centre of Brussels! Fletch is unlikely to let me live that one down, but it was a happy accident, Leuven was beautiful and laid back, none of the frantic-ness of bigger cities and we spent two lovely days investigating and eating the most massive chocolate and cream covered waffles!Our choice of the Brussels area for our last day or two was not entirely motivated by its proximity to Calais for our return journey. I had in my mind that if it were do-able we would try and hook up with a fellow blogger who lives thereabouts....the much awarded and hilarious Zoe, who's blog, My Boyfriend is a Twat, you will all know. I had emailed Zoe on our arrival in the area and she and Quarsan (The twat) very kindly invited us for dinner on our final night. And what a night!!! What can I say....absolutely mad, hilarious, high octane fun, fun, fun, we had an absolute ball and it was hard to believe it was the first time we had all met.
Quarsan expertly fed us all a completely scrummy dinner and we talked and we laughed and we drank and we rolled around the floor (don't ask) and we talked and we laughed and we drank....and we drank...and we drank, into the wee small hours! As you know, I'm usually not very comfortable posting pictures of myself, ditto Zoe and Fletch but just this once it is worth it!A true night to remember!....and a big thank you to Zoe and Quarsan for their hospitality and company, we had a fab night guys, thank you.
Oh...and I came away clutching my very own signed and dedicated copy of the book, gifted! How cool is that?!
And so that was it, holiday over, all that remained was a six hour (result of Euro star fire) wait at Calais the next day and then back to Blightey.
A fabulous holiday, the stuff that life is about :o)
Doubtless there will be one or two more odds and sods posted here ref. holiday stuff but in the main if you have managed to wade your way through these posts you deserve a medal and are now relieved from duty! ;o)
....in the unlikely event you can stand anymore pictures the rest can be found HERE.
Tuesday, 12 August 2008
Fat face!
Joy!
Now on top of everything else I have a tooth abscess! It hurts, I'm hungry, I can't eat and I've got the right hump!
The quack was finally persuaded to prescribe me some anti-biotics this morning after much ado and 'words' about dentists, which incidentally, even if I could deal with thefinancially motivated oral professionals dentist malarkey right now I can't find one yet again who has any places on a list,....but I've done the dentist issue here til I'm blue in the face so I won't start that one again!
Yup, I've definitely got the hump today....and I can't even eat any chocolate. ppfftt.
Now on top of everything else I have a tooth abscess! It hurts, I'm hungry, I can't eat and I've got the right hump!
The quack was finally persuaded to prescribe me some anti-biotics this morning after much ado and 'words' about dentists, which incidentally, even if I could deal with the
Yup, I've definitely got the hump today....and I can't even eat any chocolate. ppfftt.
Tuesday, 29 July 2008
Whitby and Robin Hoods Bay
What a fab weekend!
Ignoramus that I am I somehow never imagined that anywhere in Yorkshire could be as beautiful as Whitby and Robin Hoods bay!
And hidden though it was for much of the time in low cloud and fog, Saturday decided to be skin scorchingly beautiful and sunny.
The journey North was relatively uneventful, save for the expected holiday hold-ups courtesy as ever of caravans moving at a snails pace, and we arrived at our chosen camp site mid afternoon, to a sign that said 'full' (we never book, it's too restricting) but I'm an old hand at this. A nice smile and proof that 'really it's only a very small tent' always results in a little pitch being available.
So that was it, we pitched overlooking the particularly beautiful Robin Hoods Bay and then set about our weekend...albeit one day late as the result of of over indulgence on Thursday night!
We did all the grockle stuff. We walked down to the bay (yes we walked up and down those killer hills, even Fletch!) in the evening and ate fudge dipped in melted chocolate from Browns Chocolate Heaven,
we sat on the beach in the evening despite the fog restricting the view down to about 10 yards and we ate dinner off the camp fire, well, it's a camp stove and it runs very nicely indeed on unleaded fuel (we hadn't tested it on run of the mill petrol previously), sites rarely allow actual fires these days unfortunately.
The only down side to the weekend was the sleep issue. Despite all the exercise I still couldn't sleep and spending the hours of darkness, wide awake, in a four seasons, expedition grade tent that has no space to sit up properly, becomes a little claustrophobic after hours and hours. Yes, I had anticipated this possibility, I had a book, a light and a torch but the torch bulb chose this moment to fail and anyone who camps will know it's never a good idea to completely deplete the only other remaining source of light. I though daybreak was never going to arrive!
Sunday finally dawned bright and sunny and off we went into Whitby. For Fletch this was kind of a trip down memory lane, he spent many happy childhood family holidays in Whitby and consequently knew his was around.
We had another day of grockle behaviour. We walked the harbour, visited Whitby Abbey (there is a funny tale to be told there another day), though Count Dracula seemed not to be in residence that day,
we ate the most fabulous fish, chips and gravy on the harbour wall and we took a boat ride out to sea resulting in the absolutely best bit of the whole weekend for me. We saw a porpoise!!! How cool is that?! A real live porpoise jumping merrily around just outside the harbour in front of the boat...amazing!!
Sunday evening was cuisine from the kitchen of Fletch and his camp stove again and then a swift walk to the local pub for the obligatory Guinness. By the time we arrived back at the tent the fog had returned and visibility was almost nil again.
Monday dawned damp and foggy still so we packed a very soggy tent (never good) and decided to head off home early on a protracted 'scenic route' via Scarborough (the only place I have ever seen a fetish shop on the main road!) and the moors. As we got further South the fog cleared and we arrived home to 28 degrees to add to our already lobster coloured skin!
It was an excellent weekend, really, I never imagined the area would be as beautiful as it is, I was wrong, I would happily go back tomorrow.
(Images clickable)
*The rest of the pictures and the 'arty'(?) stuff can be found HERE.
Ignoramus that I am I somehow never imagined that anywhere in Yorkshire could be as beautiful as Whitby and Robin Hoods bay!
And hidden though it was for much of the time in low cloud and fog, Saturday decided to be skin scorchingly beautiful and sunny.
The journey North was relatively uneventful, save for the expected holiday hold-ups courtesy as ever of caravans moving at a snails pace, and we arrived at our chosen camp site mid afternoon, to a sign that said 'full' (we never book, it's too restricting) but I'm an old hand at this. A nice smile and proof that 'really it's only a very small tent' always results in a little pitch being available.
So that was it, we pitched overlooking the particularly beautiful Robin Hoods Bay and then set about our weekend...albeit one day late as the result of of over indulgence on Thursday night!
We did all the grockle stuff. We walked down to the bay (yes we walked up and down those killer hills, even Fletch!) in the evening and ate fudge dipped in melted chocolate from Browns Chocolate Heaven,
we sat on the beach in the evening despite the fog restricting the view down to about 10 yards and we ate dinner off the camp fire, well, it's a camp stove and it runs very nicely indeed on unleaded fuel (we hadn't tested it on run of the mill petrol previously), sites rarely allow actual fires these days unfortunately.
The only down side to the weekend was the sleep issue. Despite all the exercise I still couldn't sleep and spending the hours of darkness, wide awake, in a four seasons, expedition grade tent that has no space to sit up properly, becomes a little claustrophobic after hours and hours. Yes, I had anticipated this possibility, I had a book, a light and a torch but the torch bulb chose this moment to fail and anyone who camps will know it's never a good idea to completely deplete the only other remaining source of light. I though daybreak was never going to arrive!
Sunday finally dawned bright and sunny and off we went into Whitby. For Fletch this was kind of a trip down memory lane, he spent many happy childhood family holidays in Whitby and consequently knew his was around.
We had another day of grockle behaviour. We walked the harbour, visited Whitby Abbey (there is a funny tale to be told there another day), though Count Dracula seemed not to be in residence that day,
we ate the most fabulous fish, chips and gravy on the harbour wall and we took a boat ride out to sea resulting in the absolutely best bit of the whole weekend for me. We saw a porpoise!!! How cool is that?! A real live porpoise jumping merrily around just outside the harbour in front of the boat...amazing!!
Sunday evening was cuisine from the kitchen of Fletch and his camp stove again and then a swift walk to the local pub for the obligatory Guinness. By the time we arrived back at the tent the fog had returned and visibility was almost nil again.
Monday dawned damp and foggy still so we packed a very soggy tent (never good) and decided to head off home early on a protracted 'scenic route' via Scarborough (the only place I have ever seen a fetish shop on the main road!) and the moors. As we got further South the fog cleared and we arrived home to 28 degrees to add to our already lobster coloured skin!
It was an excellent weekend, really, I never imagined the area would be as beautiful as it is, I was wrong, I would happily go back tomorrow.
(Images clickable)
*The rest of the pictures and the 'arty'(?) stuff can be found HERE.
Saturday, 19 July 2008
Saturday sojourn
At last...a weekend with absolutely nothing planned. Heaven! :o)
We can do exactly as we please for two whole days.... or do nothing at all.
Phones off, music, DVDs and books at the ready.
A chocolate filled weekend of shameless, lazy, indulgent debauchery is in order!
We can do exactly as we please for two whole days.... or do nothing at all.
Phones off, music, DVDs and books at the ready.
A chocolate filled weekend of shameless, lazy, indulgent debauchery is in order!
Monday, 14 July 2008
Twenty happy things
Inspired by Lisa who is trying to start a trend! All you have to do is think of twenty happy things in your life...it's a good exercise in positivity!
In no particular order....
1. I slept straight through for the last three nights! This might not be too astounding but it's the first time in five months.
2. I have 'outlaws' who I would choose as friends. One of the few positive things about my marital/divorce history is that I got to ditch the bad ones along with the husbands!
3. The sound of swans taking off and landing on the river.
4. However much I still miss Tilly I know she is very happy where she is.
5. I think I am winning a personal battle with a long standing difficulty.
6. I love and am loved.
7. TP continues to do marvellously.
8. 'Hammy' is learning that I am not scary.
9. I don't own a house... I never thought that would be a good thing but in the current political/financial climate I consider it a very good thing!
10. Losing almost all of anything I ever owned has taught me just how unimportant 'things' actually are.
11. Being broke makes even the tiny treats such a pleasure.
12. I have two baby blue tits on my bird feeder :o)
13. The sun is shining.
14. The man I love is also the person I respect most in the world. Don't assume the two always go together!
15. I have a Costa within two minutes walking distance!
16. I can eat any amount of chocolate without putting on weight.
17. Living on a river bank is fab. (unless you try to get home insurance!)
18. I was gifted a beautiful seriously pink orchid at the weekend.
19. I have a roof over my head and food in my tummy.
20. I get cuddles every day.
I'm not going to tag anyone...if you wanna do it, do it.
In no particular order....
1. I slept straight through for the last three nights! This might not be too astounding but it's the first time in five months.
2. I have 'outlaws' who I would choose as friends. One of the few positive things about my marital/divorce history is that I got to ditch the bad ones along with the husbands!
3. The sound of swans taking off and landing on the river.
4. However much I still miss Tilly I know she is very happy where she is.
5. I think I am winning a personal battle with a long standing difficulty.
6. I love and am loved.
7. TP continues to do marvellously.
8. 'Hammy' is learning that I am not scary.
9. I don't own a house... I never thought that would be a good thing but in the current political/financial climate I consider it a very good thing!
10. Losing almost all of anything I ever owned has taught me just how unimportant 'things' actually are.
11. Being broke makes even the tiny treats such a pleasure.
12. I have two baby blue tits on my bird feeder :o)
13. The sun is shining.
14. The man I love is also the person I respect most in the world. Don't assume the two always go together!
15. I have a Costa within two minutes walking distance!
16. I can eat any amount of chocolate without putting on weight.
17. Living on a river bank is fab. (unless you try to get home insurance!)
18. I was gifted a beautiful seriously pink orchid at the weekend.
19. I have a roof over my head and food in my tummy.
20. I get cuddles every day.
I'm not going to tag anyone...if you wanna do it, do it.
Saturday, 19 April 2008
Sleepless in Cambridge
Doesn't have quite the same ring about it as 'Sleepless in Seattle' does it?
Last night was another of the now annoyingly and far too frequent sleepless nights, I thought I had it cracked having managed to sleep much better the last week but apparently not!
Last night was different though not the usual 'I'm just not tired because I don't work' nights but one of those nasty nights where every worry that usually resides somewhere at the back of the mind suddenly sees fit to come full force to the front and harass you unmercifully. Ugh. I won't bore you with the details, we all have our fair share but why in the dead of night do they have that damn infuriating habit of seeming all the more insurmountable? On the up-side however I did finally finish the book I have been reading for weeks instead of abandoning it half way through out of boredom as is my usual habit.
Anyway, this morning I am fit for very little, there is a distinct feeling of 'bleugh-ness' about me, I have the whole cotton wool head thing going on and a distinct lack of motivation!
Perhaps chocolate is the answer.....
Last night was another of the now annoyingly and far too frequent sleepless nights, I thought I had it cracked having managed to sleep much better the last week but apparently not!
Last night was different though not the usual 'I'm just not tired because I don't work' nights but one of those nasty nights where every worry that usually resides somewhere at the back of the mind suddenly sees fit to come full force to the front and harass you unmercifully. Ugh. I won't bore you with the details, we all have our fair share but why in the dead of night do they have that damn infuriating habit of seeming all the more insurmountable? On the up-side however I did finally finish the book I have been reading for weeks instead of abandoning it half way through out of boredom as is my usual habit.
Anyway, this morning I am fit for very little, there is a distinct feeling of 'bleugh-ness' about me, I have the whole cotton wool head thing going on and a distinct lack of motivation!
Perhaps chocolate is the answer.....
Tuesday, 15 April 2008
The perfect birthday
You have to be impressed by a man who not only lets you have chips and apple pie from McDonald's for breakfast on your birthday but also presents you with a big bag of presents and chocolate and then, way beyond the call of duty, organises a trip to a National Trust property...... just because they have a farm with lots of 'lambing action' going on. If there is one thing guaranteed to make me happy it's anything with fur and four legs and particularly new lambs. :o)
Ok, so fair comment, a National Trust property isn't our 'thing' by a long chalk, all those verynicemiddleclass families with hordes of screaming kids in their Barbour wellies just don't do it for us but the lambs do, well for me they do.
Fletch prefers his very rare on a plate with an elegant sauce (ugh!) but I have a passion for the living kind and since I left Scotland my annual small pleasure in watching the new born lambs playing in the fields has been severely lacking.
So, Sunday, off we went to Wimpole Hall, the aforementioned NT posh residence, not for the architecture or the Capability Brown gardens....nope for the farm, in search of lambs....and lambs we found, lots and lots of them, many only a few hours old and so utterly cuddly and cute....and daft! :o) And not only lambs, but donkeys, pigs with piglets, cows with calves, chicks of various breeds and big shire horses
......it was positive plethora of 'awwww-ness'....and ok, this farm facility was no doubt really intended for the under 10's but who cares, I loved it....and Fletch soldiered on bravely. ;o)
Then it was home to have dinner cooked for me, my favourite rich chocolate souffle for pudding, chocolates and more chocolates and my choice of movie, The Shawshank Redemption (incidentally a 9.2 on the IMDb scale).....the perfect 'gemmak' birthday.
Thank you to he who organised it all :o)
(Images clickable)
Ok, so fair comment, a National Trust property isn't our 'thing' by a long chalk, all those verynicemiddleclass families with hordes of screaming kids in their Barbour wellies just don't do it for us but the lambs do, well for me they do.
Fletch prefers his very rare on a plate with an elegant sauce (ugh!) but I have a passion for the living kind and since I left Scotland my annual small pleasure in watching the new born lambs playing in the fields has been severely lacking.
So, Sunday, off we went to Wimpole Hall, the aforementioned NT posh residence, not for the architecture or the Capability Brown gardens....nope for the farm, in search of lambs....and lambs we found, lots and lots of them, many only a few hours old and so utterly cuddly and cute....and daft! :o) And not only lambs, but donkeys, pigs with piglets, cows with calves, chicks of various breeds and big shire horses
......it was positive plethora of 'awwww-ness'....and ok, this farm facility was no doubt really intended for the under 10's but who cares, I loved it....and Fletch soldiered on bravely. ;o)
Then it was home to have dinner cooked for me, my favourite rich chocolate souffle for pudding, chocolates and more chocolates and my choice of movie, The Shawshank Redemption (incidentally a 9.2 on the IMDb scale).....the perfect 'gemmak' birthday.
Thank you to he who organised it all :o)
(Images clickable)
Thursday, 10 April 2008
The perfect start....
....to a day.
The sun is shining, Vista is behaving (this won't last), I have a grande cappuccino and a chocolate twist parked in front of me,
kindly furnished by 'himself' who made a quick detour via Costa on an early morning foray into town, I have no appointments until this afternoon, there are birds feeding merrily from the new feeder I hung from the balcony only yesterday and I slept the whole night through last night! What more could I want?
Ok, perhaps I could do without the obligatory 'introductory visit' to my new doctors asthma nurse this afternoon, who doubtless will nag me narrow on the subject of smoking and make me blow into her infernal machine until I almost pass out but right now I don't care, the morning is a good one!
The sun is shining, Vista is behaving (this won't last), I have a grande cappuccino and a chocolate twist parked in front of me,
kindly furnished by 'himself' who made a quick detour via Costa on an early morning foray into town, I have no appointments until this afternoon, there are birds feeding merrily from the new feeder I hung from the balcony only yesterday and I slept the whole night through last night! What more could I want?
Ok, perhaps I could do without the obligatory 'introductory visit' to my new doctors asthma nurse this afternoon, who doubtless will nag me narrow on the subject of smoking and make me blow into her infernal machine until I almost pass out but right now I don't care, the morning is a good one!
Friday, 4 April 2008
Don't test me...part two
Heavens above! It's probably a good thing that I wasn't completely aware of what I was walking into at yesterday's 'interview' because had I done so, I would likely have seriously considered a no-show!
It was hard to imagine that the selection process we endured was for a 'run of the mill' post, I have only ever been put through my paces like that once before and that was for a much more demanding, and much better remunerated job.
This process took almost five hours, it began with twelve candidates who were gradually whittled away down to three as we went through the stages, which included a math test, a data input speed test, various forms of team building/bonding carrying on's, not one but two presentations from each of us and finally an hour long interview.
My first reaction on arrival and learning exactly what was involved was to bolt but of course I didn't, instead I told myself it didn't matter, treat it like a game and get on with it....and that's what I did. The most dreaded bit of the whole palaver for me was always going to be the presentation, my given subject was to plead the case, as chairman, of a specific organisation for lottery commission funding. I absolutely hate presentations, paricularly with only a few minutes to prepare but a swift moment of self-talk on the basis that I don't normally have any problem 'stating my case' worked. I wrote down a few bullet points and when my name was called I got up and just went for it...big time. Hell, if you're gonna make a fool of yourself then you might as well do it properly! But amazingly it worked, I actually sounded like I knew what I was doing....and though I shouldn't say so myself I was reasonably and very unexpectedly impressive.
Seemingly the assesment team thought so too because I made it to the final three. We were running late by then, it was past 5 o'clock, I was feeling worn out from too much thinking and just wanted to go home but I still had over an hours interview to get through coherrently.
A glass of water and a sneaky bite of the emergency chocolate supply always stashed in my handbag did the trick, I managed a good interview and was finally posted out the door with a promise to let me know the outcome today.
Strangely I'm not too concerned with the outcome, I was pleased to have got through as far as I did and despite myself I found the challenge almost fun, if nothing else it has boosted my waning confidence some. If I don't get this one then there will be another and if I can get though yesterday as far as I did then the next one won't faze me quite the same!
Now all I have to do is wait for the phone to ring........
It was hard to imagine that the selection process we endured was for a 'run of the mill' post, I have only ever been put through my paces like that once before and that was for a much more demanding, and much better remunerated job.
This process took almost five hours, it began with twelve candidates who were gradually whittled away down to three as we went through the stages, which included a math test, a data input speed test, various forms of team building/bonding carrying on's, not one but two presentations from each of us and finally an hour long interview.
My first reaction on arrival and learning exactly what was involved was to bolt but of course I didn't, instead I told myself it didn't matter, treat it like a game and get on with it....and that's what I did. The most dreaded bit of the whole palaver for me was always going to be the presentation, my given subject was to plead the case, as chairman, of a specific organisation for lottery commission funding. I absolutely hate presentations, paricularly with only a few minutes to prepare but a swift moment of self-talk on the basis that I don't normally have any problem 'stating my case' worked. I wrote down a few bullet points and when my name was called I got up and just went for it...big time. Hell, if you're gonna make a fool of yourself then you might as well do it properly! But amazingly it worked, I actually sounded like I knew what I was doing....and though I shouldn't say so myself I was reasonably and very unexpectedly impressive.
Seemingly the assesment team thought so too because I made it to the final three. We were running late by then, it was past 5 o'clock, I was feeling worn out from too much thinking and just wanted to go home but I still had over an hours interview to get through coherrently.
A glass of water and a sneaky bite of the emergency chocolate supply always stashed in my handbag did the trick, I managed a good interview and was finally posted out the door with a promise to let me know the outcome today.
Strangely I'm not too concerned with the outcome, I was pleased to have got through as far as I did and despite myself I found the challenge almost fun, if nothing else it has boosted my waning confidence some. If I don't get this one then there will be another and if I can get though yesterday as far as I did then the next one won't faze me quite the same!
Now all I have to do is wait for the phone to ring........
Friday, 28 March 2008
This is becoming....
.....particularly un-funny, yet another sleepless night meandering aimlessly around cyberspace instead of 'dreamspace' where I ought to, and would far rather, be!
I have tried everything I can think of, save for drugs and I'm not going there, but to no avail, still my knowledge of the bedroom ceiling (no smutty comments from the back please) is far greater than I would like! I have even succumbed, horror of horrors, to purchasing a box of those very odd herbal tea bag things,
specifically the ones that promise blatantly lie they are 'calming' and 'aid restful sleep'!
Claptrap!......they are about as much use in the aid promoting slumber as a nice hot cup of freshly brewed, caffeine laden Ristretto, with one significant difference, the Ristretto is at least enjoyable as opposed to the bag thingys which are particularly insipid, uninteresting and very un-enjoyable!
Hey ho, I'm off to make that cup of strong coffee and find myself some chocolate as it seems I am destined to spend another night in the virtual world....at least tonight my connection is playing the game!
I have tried everything I can think of, save for drugs and I'm not going there, but to no avail, still my knowledge of the bedroom ceiling (no smutty comments from the back please) is far greater than I would like! I have even succumbed, horror of horrors, to purchasing a box of those very odd herbal tea bag things,
specifically the ones that promise
Claptrap!......they are about as much use in the aid promoting slumber as a nice hot cup of freshly brewed, caffeine laden Ristretto, with one significant difference, the Ristretto is at least enjoyable as opposed to the bag thingys which are particularly insipid, uninteresting and very un-enjoyable!
Hey ho, I'm off to make that cup of strong coffee and find myself some chocolate as it seems I am destined to spend another night in the virtual world....at least tonight my connection is playing the game!
Tuesday, 25 March 2008
This is it....
.....the snowstorms and blizzards that were forecast came to only this pathetic offering where I was:
It lasted about long enough for me to turn my camera on and then stopped again within seconds! Perhaps it was more impressive elsewhere but I think for this winter I should be giving up on my hope to see any real snow, it ain't gonna happen!
The snow aside Easter was good, relaxing and fun and full of chocolate....there is little more blissful in life than Montezuma's excellent, 72%, organic fare.
If you have a passion for the strong stuff I promise you it's well worth the cost, this is chocolate how chocolate should always be! ;o)
It lasted about long enough for me to turn my camera on and then stopped again within seconds! Perhaps it was more impressive elsewhere but I think for this winter I should be giving up on my hope to see any real snow, it ain't gonna happen!
The snow aside Easter was good, relaxing and fun and full of chocolate....there is little more blissful in life than Montezuma's excellent, 72%, organic fare.
If you have a passion for the strong stuff I promise you it's well worth the cost, this is chocolate how chocolate should always be! ;o)
Saturday, 22 March 2008
Happy Easter!
Ahhhh...Easter....chocolate! Ok, I'm a heathen I know.
We are off for a day or two by the sea visiting relatives for Easter, there is even a little snow forecast for the south coast and chocolate by the bucket load is permitted, things are looking good! :o)
Have a good one guys!
Thursday, 6 March 2008
100,000!
Yes, I'm a hit whore, I won't deny it, hits, stats, referrers etc. etc. etc, I love em...and one inparticular.
Look over there ------------>
When I started this blog, way back when and all that, in the days when even fewer people read it than do now, I came by chance, across a blog that was celebrating it's 100,000th hit. At the time I couldn't believe any blog could ever get to six figures, let alone mine and from that day to this it became kind of a small goal for me, one that I didn't think I would likely ever see here.
But, sometime today I should make it, kicking and screaming, to my very own 100,000th hit count....unless you all bugger off! ;o)
And I might add, I haven't 'cheated' and inflated the count with my own hits, I have obsessively kept myself excluded from the count. Ok, so it's taken better part of four years but I have hobbled there at last!
Yayyyyyyyy.
I'll try and work who makes the actual hit is but in the meantime I think I shall partake of a bar of chocolate by way of a small celebration! ;o)
Look over there ------------>
When I started this blog, way back when and all that, in the days when even fewer people read it than do now, I came by chance, across a blog that was celebrating it's 100,000th hit. At the time I couldn't believe any blog could ever get to six figures, let alone mine and from that day to this it became kind of a small goal for me, one that I didn't think I would likely ever see here.
But, sometime today I should make it, kicking and screaming, to my very own 100,000th hit count....unless you all bugger off! ;o)
And I might add, I haven't 'cheated' and inflated the count with my own hits, I have obsessively kept myself excluded from the count. Ok, so it's taken better part of four years but I have hobbled there at last!
Yayyyyyyyy.
I'll try and work who makes the actual hit is but in the meantime I think I shall partake of a bar of chocolate by way of a small celebration! ;o)
Saturday, 10 November 2007
What's in there?
A meme....it's been a while and I fancied an lazy post so I stole this from 'burning the ground'.
1. What’s in your medicine cabinet? I don't have a medicine cabinet (there's a requirement for one's own home for that) but I do have a medicine 'basket' full of er...medicine! Oh, was I supposed to be specific? Ok, backup supplies of the meds I use long term, important papers that I can't be bothered to file away properly and 'girly' stuff. Probably the odd software CD too, it tends to be a general dumping spot.
2. What’s in your wallet? About £200, I hate carrying cash but bankrupts don't have the luxury of plastic, my driving licence, old receipts, an old train ticket, a pre-paid prescription certificate and my E111.
3. What’s in your bag/briefcase/backpack/purse? Heavens above, I cant list all that, I have one of each with me most of the time! OK, I'll try:
Backpack: Permanently packed with clothes and survival kit for my transitory lifestyle.
Bag: Ok, this is my lappy bag....contents, um, a lappy, cables/dongle/camera/batteries, papers, CD's, the odd DVD and probably a book.
Handbag: Small scale transitory life survival kit. Purse, cigarettes, memory sticks, phone,headset, various meds and 'girly things',keys, hairbrush, and little sentimental souvenirs I pick up here and there, a pebble from the top of Grossglockner, a tile from a Spanish swimming pool(don't ask)a tiny conker, one of Tilly's wiskers and a lock of someone's hair!(no one mention the 'sentimental old bint' phrase!)
4. What’s in your glove box? CD’s, service book for the car, phone and headset chargers, spare cigarettes, chocolate and my pay slips....I don't know why I keep those there!
5. What’s in your imagination? This is a family site, I couldn't possibly tell you that!
1. What’s in your medicine cabinet? I don't have a medicine cabinet (there's a requirement for one's own home for that) but I do have a medicine 'basket' full of er...medicine! Oh, was I supposed to be specific? Ok, backup supplies of the meds I use long term, important papers that I can't be bothered to file away properly and 'girly' stuff. Probably the odd software CD too, it tends to be a general dumping spot.
2. What’s in your wallet? About £200, I hate carrying cash but bankrupts don't have the luxury of plastic, my driving licence, old receipts, an old train ticket, a pre-paid prescription certificate and my E111.
3. What’s in your bag/briefcase/backpack/purse? Heavens above, I cant list all that, I have one of each with me most of the time! OK, I'll try:
Backpack: Permanently packed with clothes and survival kit for my transitory lifestyle.
Bag: Ok, this is my lappy bag....contents, um, a lappy, cables/dongle/camera/batteries, papers, CD's, the odd DVD and probably a book.
Handbag: Small scale transitory life survival kit. Purse, cigarettes, memory sticks, phone,headset, various meds and 'girly things',keys, hairbrush, and little sentimental souvenirs I pick up here and there, a pebble from the top of Grossglockner, a tile from a Spanish swimming pool(don't ask)a tiny conker, one of Tilly's wiskers and a lock of someone's hair!(no one mention the 'sentimental old bint' phrase!)
4. What’s in your glove box? CD’s, service book for the car, phone and headset chargers, spare cigarettes, chocolate and my pay slips....I don't know why I keep those there!
5. What’s in your imagination? This is a family site, I couldn't possibly tell you that!
Wednesday, 7 November 2007
Next please
That's the next weekend to which I am referring, I've kinda had enough of this week already, I know, it's only Wednesday but somehow it's not turning into one of my better of this years 52!
I'm not really sure why but I have the 'right hump', I'm tired, miserable and cold, I've had a bloody headache for days and I am completely without any single iota of motivation!
I'm sick to death of the white van and all it entails, I've had enough of making sodding sandwiches and given the option (which of course I'm not) I would happily sit in a warm corner somewhere and sulk for a while.
I have tried all the usual tricks for cheering myself up...to no avail, even a small amount of retail therapy (which I can ill afford, don't start me on the finances issue!) has been unsuccessful along with the usual chocolate therapy, more failure.
Yup, I need it to be the weekend, I need to play for a day or two.......
....and if anyone dares mention PMT....just don't! ;o)
I'm not really sure why but I have the 'right hump', I'm tired, miserable and cold, I've had a bloody headache for days and I am completely without any single iota of motivation!
I'm sick to death of the white van and all it entails, I've had enough of making sodding sandwiches and given the option (which of course I'm not) I would happily sit in a warm corner somewhere and sulk for a while.
I have tried all the usual tricks for cheering myself up...to no avail, even a small amount of retail therapy (which I can ill afford, don't start me on the finances issue!) has been unsuccessful along with the usual chocolate therapy, more failure.
Yup, I need it to be the weekend, I need to play for a day or two.......
....and if anyone dares mention PMT....just don't! ;o)
Monday, 27 August 2007
About this holiday then ~ Part 3
If you're not heartily fed up with reading all this by now here follows the next bit!
San Giminano being plonked somewhere in the middle of Italy gave us way too much choice as to cities to visit, there was Rome, Florence, Pisa, Siena, Modena and Bologna to choose from but we couldn't possibly do all of them (we preffer the countryside to the cities anyways) and unable to do them all we opted for Pisa and Florence.
Pisa, what can I say, I'm glad I have seen the falling over tower, from a structural point of view it's fascinating but trying to evade the clutches of the pushy street vendors with cases full of dodgy watches and the crowds soon wore thin and Pisa was exited once we had marvelled at it's tower a while.
Tacky I know but it's gotta be done!
Florence on the other hand was beautiful and given the opportunity we will go back but on this trip we had to limit ourselves to an afternoon there marvelling at the architecture and particularly the Ponte Vecchio...though the fact that every building on it had long since been turned into a tourist trap jewellery outlet was a little miffing. From the banks of the Arno river however it was still amazing.....
'gemmak and Fletch' at the Ponte Vecchio!
......and the sight of the whole city from the top of a hill as we left was unbelievable.
Not mine ~ courtesy of the internet!
The beauty and bank aggravation behind us now we hit the road again headed north for Laas in the Italian Alps, to find a new pitch and to ride the long awaited Stevilo Pass.
The ride was somewhat trying, another 350 or so miles but this time in high heat. One of the features of this kind of leather clad traveling is that one is never satisfied. When it's cold all you wish for is a little heat and when the sun shines and the heat saps you of all energy all you wish for is a nice cold glacier again!
Most amusingly, given that we suffered in the name of 'all the gear all the time' for the sake of safety we noticed the Carabinerie on their bikes sporting only shirt sleeves and a big weapon! Some example that is! Oh, and they also seemed to spend most of their day hanging out drinking coffee!
But on we rode, back accompanied on all sides past more amazing vistas, it seemed for most of our holiday that just when you thought you could see nothing more stunning, around the next corner was just that, something even more stunning! We stopped here and there along our way for much needed water, caffeine and nicotine and mostly remained very upbeat despite the soaring temperature.....Ok, I had one, 'I'm toooo hot can't we stop now' moment but I regained my composure quickly, fortified by lots of marzipan chocolate....this stuff became part of my staple diet incidentally, along with various form of 'pasta a la Fletch', which meant pasta made on one ring with various sauces and usually frankfurters! I did try the frankfurters but mostly I picked them out and launched them at his plate.....hey, a lifetime as a veggie isn't easily overcome! heh.
Eventually we made it in early evening to Laas, we found a lovely little campsite bordered on all sides by mountains and offering toilet, laundry and shower facilities, more befitting of a five star hotel than a grass pitch, what luxury. More cheering than that even though I soon discovered the site had a resident, particularly friendly and cuddly kitten to adopt temporarily! Life was perfect....aside from one small issue....we had forgotten to get any supplies en-route, the site was lacking in a shop and the tiny village was firmly closed for the night so 'dinner' consisted of our emergency ration food, pepparami noodles. It's amazing how good plastic food can taste in emergency!
Having been fed we settled down for the night, believing that the beautiful church that overlooked the site must surely cease ringing it's bells every 15 minutes at some point in the evening.....wrong, it carried on all night long and to add insult to injury was joined by an even more prolifically chiming church bell a few meters away on the hour, every hour! We woke early! I think it was only our extreme tiredness that allowed us even a few hours sleep for the following evening, the following evening whilst Fletch managed a few hours I, despite earplugs, spent most of the night wandering around in the dark smoking or reading trying to alleviate the lack of sleep frustration.
But finally it was morning and Stelvio Pass called. We took the luggage off the bike, made sure we only had a half tank of petrol (a full tank is very heavy) and set off for what promised to be a stunning but very 'hairy' ride. It was everything we had looked forward too, magnificent, wonderful, very challenging to ride and a massive buzz.
Much of it I only saw through the back of a video screen, this was one of my spells trying to video it all over Fletch's shoulder, which forced me to look over the edge way more than I would have liked but it all added to the fun factor. Oh, and for those of you amused by the principle, yes I slept for a short while on the way down....more on the bike sleeping thing another time.
For whoever it was who asked if Fletch let me ride the bike....the above picture might illustrate why not....... note the size of me in comparison, she is a massive machine, Fletch is a big guy and she's hard work for him, I wouldn't stand a chance, much less even get her off the stand! ;o)
We left Laas on the following day heading north again, this time onto Grimsel in Switzerland via St. Moritz which is very nice if one has piles of money and wants to ski or play polo but it's public toilets were about the worst I encountered and instead of an overpriced restaurant we partook of a superb lunch of fresh bread, salami (there goes the veggie in me again) emmental and coffee rustled up on the banks of the lake and provided by Fletch miraculously from a hidden compartment somewhere on the bike!
Unnecpectedly this turned out to be the most fantastic journey, if slow. We only managed to cover approx. 250 miles but the small scale map we were using for that hadn't made it clear to us that we would be riding seven mountain passes, one after another, that adds up to a vast number of hairpin bends and sheer drops which in turn added up to maybe nine hours of intense concentration for the guy on the front. Again he deserves a medal, I couldn't maintain that level of concentration for a few hours, let alone all day long and if one was in any doubt as to just how challenging these roads were, dotted along them here and there were great iron crosses bearing photographs of unfortunate bikers who had in some way 'overcooked' it! :o/
That reminder aside it was truly incredible, every few moments there was a new breathtaking sight, everything from riding above the glaciers to herds of beautifully coloured Alpine cows tinkling with their bells
and great dams in the middle of the mountains, in places one couldn't imagine the earth moving equipment needed for such construction could even get too. What stick in my memory most though was the colour of the glacial lakes and rivers, the brightest milky turquoise blue, like massive opals set into the rocks. Sadly stopping a bike, or any vehicle on these roads is not easy and as a consequence I didn't get a picture that really illustrates the colour, but I doubt my camera could have reproduced in any convincing way quite how unbelievably beautiful it was.
*Part four coming up....really, i'll try and make that the final one!
San Giminano being plonked somewhere in the middle of Italy gave us way too much choice as to cities to visit, there was Rome, Florence, Pisa, Siena, Modena and Bologna to choose from but we couldn't possibly do all of them (we preffer the countryside to the cities anyways) and unable to do them all we opted for Pisa and Florence.
Pisa, what can I say, I'm glad I have seen the falling over tower, from a structural point of view it's fascinating but trying to evade the clutches of the pushy street vendors with cases full of dodgy watches and the crowds soon wore thin and Pisa was exited once we had marvelled at it's tower a while.
Florence on the other hand was beautiful and given the opportunity we will go back but on this trip we had to limit ourselves to an afternoon there marvelling at the architecture and particularly the Ponte Vecchio...though the fact that every building on it had long since been turned into a tourist trap jewellery outlet was a little miffing. From the banks of the Arno river however it was still amazing.....
......and the sight of the whole city from the top of a hill as we left was unbelievable.
The beauty and bank aggravation behind us now we hit the road again headed north for Laas in the Italian Alps, to find a new pitch and to ride the long awaited Stevilo Pass.
The ride was somewhat trying, another 350 or so miles but this time in high heat. One of the features of this kind of leather clad traveling is that one is never satisfied. When it's cold all you wish for is a little heat and when the sun shines and the heat saps you of all energy all you wish for is a nice cold glacier again!
Most amusingly, given that we suffered in the name of 'all the gear all the time' for the sake of safety we noticed the Carabinerie on their bikes sporting only shirt sleeves and a big weapon! Some example that is! Oh, and they also seemed to spend most of their day hanging out drinking coffee!
But on we rode, back accompanied on all sides past more amazing vistas, it seemed for most of our holiday that just when you thought you could see nothing more stunning, around the next corner was just that, something even more stunning! We stopped here and there along our way for much needed water, caffeine and nicotine and mostly remained very upbeat despite the soaring temperature.....Ok, I had one, 'I'm toooo hot can't we stop now' moment but I regained my composure quickly, fortified by lots of marzipan chocolate....this stuff became part of my staple diet incidentally, along with various form of 'pasta a la Fletch', which meant pasta made on one ring with various sauces and usually frankfurters! I did try the frankfurters but mostly I picked them out and launched them at his plate.....hey, a lifetime as a veggie isn't easily overcome! heh.
Eventually we made it in early evening to Laas, we found a lovely little campsite bordered on all sides by mountains and offering toilet, laundry and shower facilities, more befitting of a five star hotel than a grass pitch, what luxury. More cheering than that even though I soon discovered the site had a resident, particularly friendly and cuddly kitten to adopt temporarily! Life was perfect....aside from one small issue....we had forgotten to get any supplies en-route, the site was lacking in a shop and the tiny village was firmly closed for the night so 'dinner' consisted of our emergency ration food, pepparami noodles. It's amazing how good plastic food can taste in emergency!
Having been fed we settled down for the night, believing that the beautiful church that overlooked the site must surely cease ringing it's bells every 15 minutes at some point in the evening.....wrong, it carried on all night long and to add insult to injury was joined by an even more prolifically chiming church bell a few meters away on the hour, every hour! We woke early! I think it was only our extreme tiredness that allowed us even a few hours sleep for the following evening, the following evening whilst Fletch managed a few hours I, despite earplugs, spent most of the night wandering around in the dark smoking or reading trying to alleviate the lack of sleep frustration.
But finally it was morning and Stelvio Pass called. We took the luggage off the bike, made sure we only had a half tank of petrol (a full tank is very heavy) and set off for what promised to be a stunning but very 'hairy' ride. It was everything we had looked forward too, magnificent, wonderful, very challenging to ride and a massive buzz.
Much of it I only saw through the back of a video screen, this was one of my spells trying to video it all over Fletch's shoulder, which forced me to look over the edge way more than I would have liked but it all added to the fun factor. Oh, and for those of you amused by the principle, yes I slept for a short while on the way down....more on the bike sleeping thing another time.
For whoever it was who asked if Fletch let me ride the bike....the above picture might illustrate why not....... note the size of me in comparison, she is a massive machine, Fletch is a big guy and she's hard work for him, I wouldn't stand a chance, much less even get her off the stand! ;o)
We left Laas on the following day heading north again, this time onto Grimsel in Switzerland via St. Moritz which is very nice if one has piles of money and wants to ski or play polo but it's public toilets were about the worst I encountered and instead of an overpriced restaurant we partook of a superb lunch of fresh bread, salami (there goes the veggie in me again) emmental and coffee rustled up on the banks of the lake and provided by Fletch miraculously from a hidden compartment somewhere on the bike!
Unnecpectedly this turned out to be the most fantastic journey, if slow. We only managed to cover approx. 250 miles but the small scale map we were using for that hadn't made it clear to us that we would be riding seven mountain passes, one after another, that adds up to a vast number of hairpin bends and sheer drops which in turn added up to maybe nine hours of intense concentration for the guy on the front. Again he deserves a medal, I couldn't maintain that level of concentration for a few hours, let alone all day long and if one was in any doubt as to just how challenging these roads were, dotted along them here and there were great iron crosses bearing photographs of unfortunate bikers who had in some way 'overcooked' it! :o/
That reminder aside it was truly incredible, every few moments there was a new breathtaking sight, everything from riding above the glaciers to herds of beautifully coloured Alpine cows tinkling with their bells
and great dams in the middle of the mountains, in places one couldn't imagine the earth moving equipment needed for such construction could even get too. What stick in my memory most though was the colour of the glacial lakes and rivers, the brightest milky turquoise blue, like massive opals set into the rocks. Sadly stopping a bike, or any vehicle on these roads is not easy and as a consequence I didn't get a picture that really illustrates the colour, but I doubt my camera could have reproduced in any convincing way quite how unbelievably beautiful it was.
*Part four coming up....really, i'll try and make that the final one!
Friday, 6 April 2007
From my mail box
"Oestrogen issues" - 10 ways to know if you have oestrogen issues!
1. Everyone around you has an attitude problem.
2. You're adding chocolate to your cheese omlette.
3. The dryer has shrunk every last pair of your jeans.
4. Your husband is suddenly agreeing to everything you say.
5. You're using your mobile phone to dial up every car sticker that says: "How's my driving-call 0800-".
6. Everyone's head looks like an invitation to batting practice.
7. Everyone seems to have just landed here from "outer space".
8 You can't believe they don't make a tampon bigger than Super Plus.
9 You're sure that everyone is scheming to drive you crazy.
10. The ibuprofen bottle is empty and you bought it yesterday..
.....and this that particularly amused me:
(for those that don't know my real name there is a clue in there somewhere!) ;o)
1. Everyone around you has an attitude problem.
2. You're adding chocolate to your cheese omlette.
3. The dryer has shrunk every last pair of your jeans.
4. Your husband is suddenly agreeing to everything you say.
5. You're using your mobile phone to dial up every car sticker that says: "How's my driving-call 0800-".
6. Everyone's head looks like an invitation to batting practice.
7. Everyone seems to have just landed here from "outer space".
8 You can't believe they don't make a tampon bigger than Super Plus.
9 You're sure that everyone is scheming to drive you crazy.
10. The ibuprofen bottle is empty and you bought it yesterday..
.....and this that particularly amused me:
(for those that don't know my real name there is a clue in there somewhere!) ;o)
Monday, 26 March 2007
Five things you didn't know
I have taken up the challenge offered by 'Little Cat' to complete this meme. I have to list five things about me that I haven't ever revealed in my blog. Here are the rules: 1. Get tagged 2. List five things that have not been revealed on your blog 3. Tag five others.
Here goes:
1. I am left handed.....hey, don't they say all the best people are! ;o)
2. I am a clothes size 6 despite spending my life trying not to be by devouring copious amounts of chocolate. Don't be envious or impressed, I would prefer not to be.....and no, I don't have an eating disorder other than the obsession with chocolate!
3. Contrarily (given my history) I still believe in love.
4. At age thirty I had a heavy duty nervous breakdown, ok, so 'nervous breakdown' is not a technical term but I won't bore you with the medical specifics.
5. At age 12 I could back summersault on a beam, a move which at the time in gymnastic regs. was 'illegal'....the memories of the bruises etc. incurred in training do not bear remembering! Ouch!
....and today I am feeling mean so I will tag a few of you:
Lisa
Fletch
Shephard
Barbara
and
Jenny.
Here goes:
1. I am left handed.....hey, don't they say all the best people are! ;o)
2. I am a clothes size 6 despite spending my life trying not to be by devouring copious amounts of chocolate. Don't be envious or impressed, I would prefer not to be.....and no, I don't have an eating disorder other than the obsession with chocolate!
3. Contrarily (given my history) I still believe in love.
4. At age thirty I had a heavy duty nervous breakdown, ok, so 'nervous breakdown' is not a technical term but I won't bore you with the medical specifics.
5. At age 12 I could back summersault on a beam, a move which at the time in gymnastic regs. was 'illegal'....the memories of the bruises etc. incurred in training do not bear remembering! Ouch!
....and today I am feeling mean so I will tag a few of you:
Lisa
Fletch
Shephard
Barbara
and
Jenny.
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