Well my mum has gone to India.
I miss her more than I thought I would which is odd as I normally don't miss her this much.
I spoke to someone a bit earlier and that lifted my right out of my depressive state.
I am truly counting down the days until she returns. I'm such a dingus that I cried at the airport, no matter how many times I promise myself that I won't cry, I always always do.
This is all.
2008/06/30
2008/05/31
A lot of stuff
Firstly I'd like to say something about the tribe found in Brazil. How fucking amazing is that? In this day and age there are still people who live totally alone with no interference from the outside world? That is bloody amazing, they have their own lifestyle which is governed by what they deem appropriate, they have only seen as far as their eyes take them, they know nothing of the world apart from what they see..that's bloody amazing to me. There are pictures of the tribe here..
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/in_pictures/7426869.stm
It's amazing that people can live like this (you can tel how excited I am by all this), the fact that they daub themselves with these dyes makes it all the more exciting, how do they learn the facts of life? Everything I have learnt (nearly) has been taught to me through books and teachers at school..how do they learn to survive all on their own?
The next thing is the power of the human mind and how it works in strange ways. Many years ago now, Simon's dad had a really bad car accident and was in a coma as a result. Simon was adamant to not go and visit him so I didn't force it, I think it's something to do with seeing someone so big to you being so weak..parents aren't meant to be weak and no matter how old you get, you never stop believing that. Anyway, they had played him all the music they could, his mum had read him his favourite book and spoken to him about times before Simon came along and nothing had worked. The docs told his mum that his dad would not survive and still Simon wouldn't go..I didn't force him to go and I remember something being on the radio about a guy who never got to say goodbye to his dad before he died. Somehow that was the catalyst which kicked him into gear..we were driving to the hospital and a song came on, one that makes me cry everytime I hear it because I remember how much pain he felt in his heart on that day and the fact that I could do nothing to help him..only a few know the name of that song but to this day it rings true, I've been into his darkest hour and I have never and will never desert him :)
Anyway, he got the hospital and I waited outside for him..he went in and just sat with his dad, saying nothing..about 20 minutes later he started to cry (man cries..not big girly cries) and he cried for a good half an hour and was still crying when his dad's finger started to move and his eyes flickered..now tell me that isn't a fucking miracle? He saved his own dad's life..and that gets me even to today, that the ONE thing that could bring his dad around was the pain of his only child..and I beat him up very often to remind him that had he not moved his arse to the hospital that day, his dad would never have seen his only child get married.
My hair feels a bit funny at the back, like really greasy even though I only washed it on Weds, it feels really flat?
I bought a new TV a few weeks ago and it has not been put up on my wall, I must do it tomorrow else I will shoot someone..kidding!
Last thing, my mum is going to India soon and I have given her the designs of about 20 outfits that I want her to get me, heh..my aunts and grandmother will be so jealous, my grandmother is so dumb that she brings bright colours for herself (turquoises, reds, pinks and yellows) and my cousins (the daughters of her daughter) and gets me crappy colours like beige and grandma-peach..stupid cow, I'm not wearing them..they will BURN with jealousy when they see the hot shit my mum brings me back..and she can't say no because I'M THE ONLY DAUGHTER and I DON'T HAVE TO SHARE EITHER!!!!
Hehehehe, I'm such a spoilt brat!
This I think is all.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/in_pictures/7426869.stm
It's amazing that people can live like this (you can tel how excited I am by all this), the fact that they daub themselves with these dyes makes it all the more exciting, how do they learn the facts of life? Everything I have learnt (nearly) has been taught to me through books and teachers at school..how do they learn to survive all on their own?
The next thing is the power of the human mind and how it works in strange ways. Many years ago now, Simon's dad had a really bad car accident and was in a coma as a result. Simon was adamant to not go and visit him so I didn't force it, I think it's something to do with seeing someone so big to you being so weak..parents aren't meant to be weak and no matter how old you get, you never stop believing that. Anyway, they had played him all the music they could, his mum had read him his favourite book and spoken to him about times before Simon came along and nothing had worked. The docs told his mum that his dad would not survive and still Simon wouldn't go..I didn't force him to go and I remember something being on the radio about a guy who never got to say goodbye to his dad before he died. Somehow that was the catalyst which kicked him into gear..we were driving to the hospital and a song came on, one that makes me cry everytime I hear it because I remember how much pain he felt in his heart on that day and the fact that I could do nothing to help him..only a few know the name of that song but to this day it rings true, I've been into his darkest hour and I have never and will never desert him :)
Anyway, he got the hospital and I waited outside for him..he went in and just sat with his dad, saying nothing..about 20 minutes later he started to cry (man cries..not big girly cries) and he cried for a good half an hour and was still crying when his dad's finger started to move and his eyes flickered..now tell me that isn't a fucking miracle? He saved his own dad's life..and that gets me even to today, that the ONE thing that could bring his dad around was the pain of his only child..and I beat him up very often to remind him that had he not moved his arse to the hospital that day, his dad would never have seen his only child get married.
My hair feels a bit funny at the back, like really greasy even though I only washed it on Weds, it feels really flat?
I bought a new TV a few weeks ago and it has not been put up on my wall, I must do it tomorrow else I will shoot someone..kidding!
Last thing, my mum is going to India soon and I have given her the designs of about 20 outfits that I want her to get me, heh..my aunts and grandmother will be so jealous, my grandmother is so dumb that she brings bright colours for herself (turquoises, reds, pinks and yellows) and my cousins (the daughters of her daughter) and gets me crappy colours like beige and grandma-peach..stupid cow, I'm not wearing them..they will BURN with jealousy when they see the hot shit my mum brings me back..and she can't say no because I'M THE ONLY DAUGHTER and I DON'T HAVE TO SHARE EITHER!!!!
Hehehehe, I'm such a spoilt brat!
This I think is all.
2008/05/24
General Stuff
So my secondment at tfl has come to an end but I'm being relocated to another sector within it.
Finally bought some Clinique makeup today, well skincare..my skin was getting really dry and I was so embarrassed when the lady said it's because I hadn't exfoliated in a while (for shame!) but I bought the moisturiser which came with two free thingies and I wasn't a sap who just saw it and got it, I actually used it and took it.
The lady who served us asked if my "friend" wanted anything for his girlfriend..heh. Well my skin does feel much nicer now so hopefully it works, also, as mi madre is going to India I will ask her to get me some full sized bits as it is cheaper.
Now onto my problem with my YSL stick thingy (the Touche Eclat), I got given a shade 1 and I need a shade 2 or 3, nobody does it so I've been round the houses, tomorrow I will have to go to Selfridges and get it from there (I hope they have it, if they don't then it's another airport shift for my mum).
This fucker on the way home nearly whacked my brand spanking new car so I had a few choice words with him whilst Mon drove like a demon to catch up with him, excuse me but how are you going to nearly hit me and then have the fucking nerve to swear at ME?! Oh ho, matey boy chose the wrong person to mess with, I told him to get out of his car if he was such a hard nut and he apologised..fucking wanker, if you can't drive then get your sorry arse off the road..wanker.
I think that's it, I might start adding photos to my blogs because it's just writing so do find a few attached below, they're not of much, just things I see and pics me and Mon snap around le house..
This one makes me laugh because it wasn't strategically placed or anything (despite looking like it has been, but then if I was going to pose it up wouldn't I have cleared all the other stuff out of the way? It's the two great loves of our lives, mine is the album, his are the nuts (as well it should be I suppose).
This one and the one below were taken at my parents' house, I asked Mon to hold the camera so he decided to take covert pictures of my non existent bum.
Finally bought some Clinique makeup today, well skincare..my skin was getting really dry and I was so embarrassed when the lady said it's because I hadn't exfoliated in a while (for shame!) but I bought the moisturiser which came with two free thingies and I wasn't a sap who just saw it and got it, I actually used it and took it.
The lady who served us asked if my "friend" wanted anything for his girlfriend..heh. Well my skin does feel much nicer now so hopefully it works, also, as mi madre is going to India I will ask her to get me some full sized bits as it is cheaper.
Now onto my problem with my YSL stick thingy (the Touche Eclat), I got given a shade 1 and I need a shade 2 or 3, nobody does it so I've been round the houses, tomorrow I will have to go to Selfridges and get it from there (I hope they have it, if they don't then it's another airport shift for my mum).
This fucker on the way home nearly whacked my brand spanking new car so I had a few choice words with him whilst Mon drove like a demon to catch up with him, excuse me but how are you going to nearly hit me and then have the fucking nerve to swear at ME?! Oh ho, matey boy chose the wrong person to mess with, I told him to get out of his car if he was such a hard nut and he apologised..fucking wanker, if you can't drive then get your sorry arse off the road..wanker.
I think that's it, I might start adding photos to my blogs because it's just writing so do find a few attached below, they're not of much, just things I see and pics me and Mon snap around le house..
This one makes me laugh because it wasn't strategically placed or anything (despite looking like it has been, but then if I was going to pose it up wouldn't I have cleared all the other stuff out of the way? It's the two great loves of our lives, mine is the album, his are the nuts (as well it should be I suppose).
This one and the one below were taken at my parents' house, I asked Mon to hold the camera so he decided to take covert pictures of my non existent bum.
Camera wrestling lead to this one, I'm not consciously showing my leg off, it was warm and we tried to test the shutter speed but that descended into chaos and somehow this one was taken..vey good on the old anti-shock.
I clocked on what he was doing re. the butt shots when he took this because he forgot there was a window in front of me through which I could see his reflection so as boys are adept at spinning lies, he told me he was trying to picture my hair..yeah righ!
2008/05/03
Mr Simon Ross
This is the name of my husband and the owner of the sexiest body I have ever seen.
He is the sexiest fucker alive (well..bar John but I shall make do, hehehe).
I shouldn't really go on about how great he is as if he were a bastard I wouldn't have married him but he truly is a leg-end.
I love him more than anyone can even begin to comprehend, I would die for him if it came to that (though I hope he'd step in and convince me not to..hopefully he would be naked whilst convincing me because that would help a great deal).
We went to get a new car this morning and I nearly got run over..this is when I realised he was willing to injure himself/die for me (now this might be something that most women expect from their men but the amount of men who would actually do it is a lot less than those who say they will), he got in the way of the car before me, he came bounding out of the showroom and the car whacked him on the knee..the thing that made me get all funny was the fact that if I had been hit by the car, it wouldn't have been a life threatening injury but he still felt it his port of call to protect me. Then the dickhead driving the car got out and I gave him what for..that's what you call teamwork..trying to injure my husband, DOES HE MIND?!
Ahhh..MON I *SOMETHING* YOU..love is a crap word to describe how I feel about you and the feelings you rouse inside me just by being..not being you, or being there, just by your very being. I struggle not to cry when you leave me and go somewhere for work (even if it is in the same country) and you may call me sad but you know you'd get a slap :)
Also, I am aware that other people read this blog too but this one post is for you Simon and you alone. I think it might form one of the parts of that letter I told you I'm still composing (59 pages!)
I know a lot of people think it won't last and it's just a teenage fad (even though we aren't teenagers anymore and we never dated as teenagers), as I tell you..let them think what they wish..they don't know us and they dynamics we have between us, they are jealous because they are insecure about something in their own lives, I know this shit never ever gets to you because you know how tight we are even when I'm pissing you off and you're shouting your head off at me..it's in those moments I know you *something* me because only those closest to me shout at me that way..because they care. How long has it been now? 2000 I believe it was, it will be 2009 in seven months time and has anything shaken it? Yeah, a lot of shit has but we man up and come through it every single time.
You fucking crack me up man..you know I only swear about a few select people on this Earth and you're lucky you're one of them. I'm not going to say anything of that crap about me being lucky to have you because I'm not, it was hard fucking work! Those on the outside might think I'm a bitch and you're too good for me but then why are you still here? Why do those who have no clue think they know the most? I'm a bit hungry actually..must eat something! (Well, duh). I do as much for you as you do for me as I know this because you've told me as such so they can cram it with walnuts..uglies.
Apart from the making me laugh and making my existence on this Earth quite a pleasurable one you are ALWAYS there to offer me information or sarcasm (often at the wrong time but I wouldn't change ye). You understand EVERY SINGLE WORD that comes out of my mouth, even when I mumble whilst eating or when doors are closed, this is a feat in itself as I have a penchant for making up words but you are somehow always one step ahead of me which is how I think it should be.
My personal sounding off board is what you are and I'm fucking thankful that you listen to every stupidness that passes my lips and that you wait patiently for the genius that comes out once in a blue moon..I love the fact that I can say as many stupid things to you as I want and you will laugh but not in a mean way. You have the patience of a saint when it comes to me, even when I push it..lesser men get pissed off but not thou!
I can see why whilst I'm writing this, reading the FT..funny how a certain mixture of flesh, bone, muscle and hair brings me so much hapiness (ONE P!). You make me far happier than I ever thought I could be and for that I am truly thankful..and you can see that I'm tearing up so I shall have to make an excuse but you already know why I'm covering the screen with my hair..which barely comes past my shoulders..I never claimed to be smart!
I love the way how when I'm cold in bed you warm me up by putting your cold feet on my bare legs (git!) or opening the window..but I love you for all you do.
I am amazed by your brain and how you know so much, being a lawyer by trade you'd expect me to know a lot too but your knowledge far outweighs mine (no matter what you say..I am so jealous of your mind..but now I own it vicariously, hehehehe..confuse him with the lawyer speak!)
I think that's it for now..if I find more I will add it on.
Rest assured that I don't need a million paged book to write about how fucking perfect you are because we all know that girls want quality over quantity *ahem*, so even if I don't fill all the pages out, the truth could still be documented without you losing any of your allure, you tart!
He is the sexiest fucker alive (well..bar John but I shall make do, hehehe).
I shouldn't really go on about how great he is as if he were a bastard I wouldn't have married him but he truly is a leg-end.
I love him more than anyone can even begin to comprehend, I would die for him if it came to that (though I hope he'd step in and convince me not to..hopefully he would be naked whilst convincing me because that would help a great deal).
We went to get a new car this morning and I nearly got run over..this is when I realised he was willing to injure himself/die for me (now this might be something that most women expect from their men but the amount of men who would actually do it is a lot less than those who say they will), he got in the way of the car before me, he came bounding out of the showroom and the car whacked him on the knee..the thing that made me get all funny was the fact that if I had been hit by the car, it wouldn't have been a life threatening injury but he still felt it his port of call to protect me. Then the dickhead driving the car got out and I gave him what for..that's what you call teamwork..trying to injure my husband, DOES HE MIND?!
Ahhh..MON I *SOMETHING* YOU..love is a crap word to describe how I feel about you and the feelings you rouse inside me just by being..not being you, or being there, just by your very being. I struggle not to cry when you leave me and go somewhere for work (even if it is in the same country) and you may call me sad but you know you'd get a slap :)
Also, I am aware that other people read this blog too but this one post is for you Simon and you alone. I think it might form one of the parts of that letter I told you I'm still composing (59 pages!)
I know a lot of people think it won't last and it's just a teenage fad (even though we aren't teenagers anymore and we never dated as teenagers), as I tell you..let them think what they wish..they don't know us and they dynamics we have between us, they are jealous because they are insecure about something in their own lives, I know this shit never ever gets to you because you know how tight we are even when I'm pissing you off and you're shouting your head off at me..it's in those moments I know you *something* me because only those closest to me shout at me that way..because they care. How long has it been now? 2000 I believe it was, it will be 2009 in seven months time and has anything shaken it? Yeah, a lot of shit has but we man up and come through it every single time.
You fucking crack me up man..you know I only swear about a few select people on this Earth and you're lucky you're one of them. I'm not going to say anything of that crap about me being lucky to have you because I'm not, it was hard fucking work! Those on the outside might think I'm a bitch and you're too good for me but then why are you still here? Why do those who have no clue think they know the most? I'm a bit hungry actually..must eat something! (Well, duh). I do as much for you as you do for me as I know this because you've told me as such so they can cram it with walnuts..uglies.
Apart from the making me laugh and making my existence on this Earth quite a pleasurable one you are ALWAYS there to offer me information or sarcasm (often at the wrong time but I wouldn't change ye). You understand EVERY SINGLE WORD that comes out of my mouth, even when I mumble whilst eating or when doors are closed, this is a feat in itself as I have a penchant for making up words but you are somehow always one step ahead of me which is how I think it should be.
My personal sounding off board is what you are and I'm fucking thankful that you listen to every stupidness that passes my lips and that you wait patiently for the genius that comes out once in a blue moon..I love the fact that I can say as many stupid things to you as I want and you will laugh but not in a mean way. You have the patience of a saint when it comes to me, even when I push it..lesser men get pissed off but not thou!
I can see why whilst I'm writing this, reading the FT..funny how a certain mixture of flesh, bone, muscle and hair brings me so much hapiness (ONE P!). You make me far happier than I ever thought I could be and for that I am truly thankful..and you can see that I'm tearing up so I shall have to make an excuse but you already know why I'm covering the screen with my hair..which barely comes past my shoulders..I never claimed to be smart!
I love the way how when I'm cold in bed you warm me up by putting your cold feet on my bare legs (git!) or opening the window..but I love you for all you do.
I am amazed by your brain and how you know so much, being a lawyer by trade you'd expect me to know a lot too but your knowledge far outweighs mine (no matter what you say..I am so jealous of your mind..but now I own it vicariously, hehehehe..confuse him with the lawyer speak!)
I think that's it for now..if I find more I will add it on.
Rest assured that I don't need a million paged book to write about how fucking perfect you are because we all know that girls want quality over quantity *ahem*, so even if I don't fill all the pages out, the truth could still be documented without you losing any of your allure, you tart!
2008/04/17
Scientists and the intimacy of human bodies
I have always wanted to know more about science, to be able to discuss it at length with people who understand it. My man Simon (hehehe) is a science and maths whizz and he can have these discussion and I will not lie, I am jealous. I wish I had the brain to comprehend science (and he in turn wishes he had the brain to comprehend the law but to me the law is easy, if I can get it, anyone can..I KNOW the same is not true of science).
This is why I was getting a stiffy when I saw the ad on the tv for The Independent and their fortnight long science made easy booklets, I have missed out on the first two but ordered them from the website (part of the money goes to charity, I'm not saying that so people think I'm a good person, I'm saying it because it is like killing two birds with one stone..two get educated for the price of one).
Anyway, I got yesterday's and I tested Simon on it and to his credit he knew everything in it, I even had a discussion about Charles Darwin with my mum on the phone last night whilst I was loading the washing machine and she was ironing. I love how by doing one small thing you can connect with people so close to you, we would never have had that conversation had I not gotten into those tiny books.
I decided last night that I would take the book with me on the tube to work this morning but I got late and couldn't find it so I had to read my vampire book.
The rest are coming and I am very excited as I am finally understanding things better. Simon has been taking the piss out of me for it, he is home with a cold today and he asked me to pick up The Metro for him because he wants to "expand his mind"..the exact answer he gave me when I told him why I was defecting from The Times to The Independent for a few weeks..damn him.
Also, talking of Darwin, this is the discussion I had with my mum, how did he decide one day that we came from monkeys? Why was it monkeys and not another animal? This is why I would love to be a scientist because you can think of all wacky things that just might be true..everyone back then shunned him and some people even do it now, he must have been a renegade to think that we came from animals and not God..amazing.
Next topic: The intimacy of a human body. This is nothing pervy (which will come as a surprise to all that know me). I love the feeling of being able to come home after a stressful day at work and cuddling up to Simon, knowing that his is the same body that fits mine so well, where my head finds its way to where it belongs. No matter what has happened to me that day, the second I fall into that space, everything is at one and the world is great again. Knowing that I can draw a picture of his body with my eyes closed and get EVERYTHING in the right place is a great feeling and I am grateful for him and the piece of mind his existence gives me.
I think this is all.
This is why I was getting a stiffy when I saw the ad on the tv for The Independent and their fortnight long science made easy booklets, I have missed out on the first two but ordered them from the website (part of the money goes to charity, I'm not saying that so people think I'm a good person, I'm saying it because it is like killing two birds with one stone..two get educated for the price of one).
Anyway, I got yesterday's and I tested Simon on it and to his credit he knew everything in it, I even had a discussion about Charles Darwin with my mum on the phone last night whilst I was loading the washing machine and she was ironing. I love how by doing one small thing you can connect with people so close to you, we would never have had that conversation had I not gotten into those tiny books.
I decided last night that I would take the book with me on the tube to work this morning but I got late and couldn't find it so I had to read my vampire book.
The rest are coming and I am very excited as I am finally understanding things better. Simon has been taking the piss out of me for it, he is home with a cold today and he asked me to pick up The Metro for him because he wants to "expand his mind"..the exact answer he gave me when I told him why I was defecting from The Times to The Independent for a few weeks..damn him.
Also, talking of Darwin, this is the discussion I had with my mum, how did he decide one day that we came from monkeys? Why was it monkeys and not another animal? This is why I would love to be a scientist because you can think of all wacky things that just might be true..everyone back then shunned him and some people even do it now, he must have been a renegade to think that we came from animals and not God..amazing.
Next topic: The intimacy of a human body. This is nothing pervy (which will come as a surprise to all that know me). I love the feeling of being able to come home after a stressful day at work and cuddling up to Simon, knowing that his is the same body that fits mine so well, where my head finds its way to where it belongs. No matter what has happened to me that day, the second I fall into that space, everything is at one and the world is great again. Knowing that I can draw a picture of his body with my eyes closed and get EVERYTHING in the right place is a great feeling and I am grateful for him and the piece of mind his existence gives me.
I think this is all.
2008/03/29
Dating Sites and Care Workers
Me and Simon were discussing this on the way home and at home the other day.
What would you put down if you had to advertise yourself on a dating site?
Simon said his basic measurements (he does fancy himself a bit, that one..but then who wouldn't? He is cut from his very own cloth).
I said I'd put down my bra measurement and he said if you were putting that down you could just lie (like he wouldn't lie about his measurements?! Well, not that he would have to but then neither would I as I am unfortunately gifted in the bust region).
Anywho, I told him that most of them annoy me because people never tell the truth, I would!
I'd say something like:
"Girl (still feels strange to call myself woman) looking for a stud with blue eyes. I am a funny person because I do stupid shit that pains me but might make you laugh and if it doesn't then you're not the man for me. I'm witty at the best of times but when we argue I can get sarcastic and that will piss you off and you may want to slap me about, but be warned if you do because I shant sit back and take it, you will feel pain in the bollock area. I like getting my own way (but then anyone who says they don't are lying) and I am a master at negotiating and arguing as it is what I do for a living. I'm messy but in a controlled way, I know where all my shit is. I'd add something "quirky" about myself such as I don't like peas and if I go to bed wearing socks they will be off my feet by the morn. I like material things but I know there is more the life than a bottle of Chanel No5. I can be a bitch at times but if I like you enough you won't ever see too bad a side of me because that side barely comes out. This might sound like quite a pessimistic ad but at least I'm not shitting you :) I think I'd add something about my two all time favourite bands being The Verve (because their albums remind me of when I was a kid and summers gone by) and the Red Hot Chili Peppers (just in case John Frusciante is reading the ad..one can always dream) and I think that would be it.
Part 2:
I have so much respect for social care workers, how they can do such a selfless task is beyond me. Now I know people are going to point out that they get paid but compared to what they do for that money they should get a hell of a lot more, they should be treated as kings and queens. I could never ever do that because I am not that selfless. They should be the people who are lauded as heroes in this country, not people like David Beckham and Johnny Wilkinson, they have nothing "great", all they have done is come from nothing and become millionaires...there are tonnes of people like that and they aren't special, they haven't given society anything as important as what these care workers are doing. Gordon Brown and Darling boy should take note of all the good they do and pay them more, add THEM to the definition of key workers because that is what they do.
What would you put down if you had to advertise yourself on a dating site?
Simon said his basic measurements (he does fancy himself a bit, that one..but then who wouldn't? He is cut from his very own cloth).
I said I'd put down my bra measurement and he said if you were putting that down you could just lie (like he wouldn't lie about his measurements?! Well, not that he would have to but then neither would I as I am unfortunately gifted in the bust region).
Anywho, I told him that most of them annoy me because people never tell the truth, I would!
I'd say something like:
"Girl (still feels strange to call myself woman) looking for a stud with blue eyes. I am a funny person because I do stupid shit that pains me but might make you laugh and if it doesn't then you're not the man for me. I'm witty at the best of times but when we argue I can get sarcastic and that will piss you off and you may want to slap me about, but be warned if you do because I shant sit back and take it, you will feel pain in the bollock area. I like getting my own way (but then anyone who says they don't are lying) and I am a master at negotiating and arguing as it is what I do for a living. I'm messy but in a controlled way, I know where all my shit is. I'd add something "quirky" about myself such as I don't like peas and if I go to bed wearing socks they will be off my feet by the morn. I like material things but I know there is more the life than a bottle of Chanel No5. I can be a bitch at times but if I like you enough you won't ever see too bad a side of me because that side barely comes out. This might sound like quite a pessimistic ad but at least I'm not shitting you :) I think I'd add something about my two all time favourite bands being The Verve (because their albums remind me of when I was a kid and summers gone by) and the Red Hot Chili Peppers (just in case John Frusciante is reading the ad..one can always dream) and I think that would be it.
Part 2:
I have so much respect for social care workers, how they can do such a selfless task is beyond me. Now I know people are going to point out that they get paid but compared to what they do for that money they should get a hell of a lot more, they should be treated as kings and queens. I could never ever do that because I am not that selfless. They should be the people who are lauded as heroes in this country, not people like David Beckham and Johnny Wilkinson, they have nothing "great", all they have done is come from nothing and become millionaires...there are tonnes of people like that and they aren't special, they haven't given society anything as important as what these care workers are doing. Gordon Brown and Darling boy should take note of all the good they do and pay them more, add THEM to the definition of key workers because that is what they do.
2008/02/28
Sick Bitches
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/staffordshire/7268314.stm
This sickens me, how can a woman do this to a man? In fact how can one human who loves another do this to them? Unless she stopped loving him, that would go someway to explain it.
She sat there and poisoned him and showed no remorse, that is truly heartless and I hope she rots in jail, I hope the pain that she inflicted on him is inflicted on her threefold when she is in prison.
He was her husband and she did that to him just for some insurance money, stupid cow shouldn't have run up bills she couldn't pay in the first place.
The dude can never work again, he is blind or something and depends on somebody else for everything.
I can't believe how easily she managed to practically end his life.
This sickens me, how can a woman do this to a man? In fact how can one human who loves another do this to them? Unless she stopped loving him, that would go someway to explain it.
She sat there and poisoned him and showed no remorse, that is truly heartless and I hope she rots in jail, I hope the pain that she inflicted on him is inflicted on her threefold when she is in prison.
He was her husband and she did that to him just for some insurance money, stupid cow shouldn't have run up bills she couldn't pay in the first place.
The dude can never work again, he is blind or something and depends on somebody else for everything.
I can't believe how easily she managed to practically end his life.
2008/02/16
Ragged Trousered Valentines
So as you readers of this blog will know I have been reading the Ragged Trousered Philanthropists for an age, I took it out of the library back in 2006 in about September. I finished it a few weeks ago and it is to date the second book that I would buy (the first is To Kill A Mockingbird) but I think that RTP has overtaken even that.
It's a funny old book because if you asked me or anyone who has read it what it was about you wouldn't get one answer that made sense, not a lot of books can do that, it encompasses everything and does so in a great way, it made me cry and and it made me laugh like a school girl (which I once was). It also shocked me to see how the world operated back then and how bastardly it was that the poor worked harder and harder and had less and less to show for it whereas the rich (their bosses) did less and less and got more and more. I'm going to buy it from Amazon and for once I shan't by the cheapest version.
I think that will be the one book that I will force my children to read, that will be the only thing they will be be forced to do and if I don't make any kids read it before I die I won't be happy.
I'm listening to Old Yellow Bricks by the Arctics at the moment and I can't concentrate on what I'm typing. I've got a sort of runny nose and I feel a bit like those bears you get with the goggly eyes. Also, I've read the RTP and now I seem to dislike any book that I read, this happened to me after reading The Time Travellers Wife but then I found this book, I don't think I will ever find a book as good my RTP so that has upset me a bit.
Also, Valentines has passed and I got no roses simply because I don't see the point in getting flowers on one day of the year, I saw tonnes of idiots rushing home on Thursday with their overpriced flowers, I would hate for my man to be that stupid. I'm not anti romance, just anti-paying more for shit than you have to. I did my overtime and we went to Fridays, it was nice because I managed to up my wine tolerance to five glasses (coming on a whole two after graduation) which is great and the food was nice. We took a stroll which was also nice, eyed up the London night sky and then we went home.
I woke up OK for work on Friday and I could see the same men as I saw on Thursday looking very miserable. I don't understand how giving a woman something super nice on one day is meant to convince her that you love her more than you normally do, you could give me the world on Valentines Day and then leave me the day after or you could give me nothing apart from the security of you being there in the morning (and if you can give me both then the more the better..kidding!)
I saw a very expensive handbag that I wanted and I got it bought for me, result!
I think that is all to report for now apart from the fact that the work at work is slowly killing me and I think I might turn to drink. Tis a hard life as a lawyerbird I tells thee.
The other day I saw a Muslim girl outside the station in full Muslim gear having a cheeky smoke, she had her back turned to the street and was trying to conceal it, what I don't get is, if you're that ashamed of doing it, give it up and don't give me the rubbish of it being hard because nothing is hard if you want it bad enough.
I wonder if she lives with her parents and if she can look them in they eye when they go to pray seeing as smoking is one of the haraam'est things you can do.
Woohoo! Just done a spell check and I have made NO mitakes..er..misstakes..er..mistakes!
It's a funny old book because if you asked me or anyone who has read it what it was about you wouldn't get one answer that made sense, not a lot of books can do that, it encompasses everything and does so in a great way, it made me cry and and it made me laugh like a school girl (which I once was). It also shocked me to see how the world operated back then and how bastardly it was that the poor worked harder and harder and had less and less to show for it whereas the rich (their bosses) did less and less and got more and more. I'm going to buy it from Amazon and for once I shan't by the cheapest version.
I think that will be the one book that I will force my children to read, that will be the only thing they will be be forced to do and if I don't make any kids read it before I die I won't be happy.
I'm listening to Old Yellow Bricks by the Arctics at the moment and I can't concentrate on what I'm typing. I've got a sort of runny nose and I feel a bit like those bears you get with the goggly eyes. Also, I've read the RTP and now I seem to dislike any book that I read, this happened to me after reading The Time Travellers Wife but then I found this book, I don't think I will ever find a book as good my RTP so that has upset me a bit.
Also, Valentines has passed and I got no roses simply because I don't see the point in getting flowers on one day of the year, I saw tonnes of idiots rushing home on Thursday with their overpriced flowers, I would hate for my man to be that stupid. I'm not anti romance, just anti-paying more for shit than you have to. I did my overtime and we went to Fridays, it was nice because I managed to up my wine tolerance to five glasses (coming on a whole two after graduation) which is great and the food was nice. We took a stroll which was also nice, eyed up the London night sky and then we went home.
I woke up OK for work on Friday and I could see the same men as I saw on Thursday looking very miserable. I don't understand how giving a woman something super nice on one day is meant to convince her that you love her more than you normally do, you could give me the world on Valentines Day and then leave me the day after or you could give me nothing apart from the security of you being there in the morning (and if you can give me both then the more the better..kidding!)
I saw a very expensive handbag that I wanted and I got it bought for me, result!
I think that is all to report for now apart from the fact that the work at work is slowly killing me and I think I might turn to drink. Tis a hard life as a lawyerbird I tells thee.
The other day I saw a Muslim girl outside the station in full Muslim gear having a cheeky smoke, she had her back turned to the street and was trying to conceal it, what I don't get is, if you're that ashamed of doing it, give it up and don't give me the rubbish of it being hard because nothing is hard if you want it bad enough.
I wonder if she lives with her parents and if she can look them in they eye when they go to pray seeing as smoking is one of the haraam'est things you can do.
Woohoo! Just done a spell check and I have made NO mitakes..er..misstakes..er..mistakes!
2008/01/17
Strange Eating Habits
I saw this programme on TV the other day, I think it was last Friday.
It was on Channel 4 and it came after the news so it was one of those new producery things.
It was about people who ate only raw food, nothing was cooked at all.
One woman even drank her own piss, it was disgusting, the body must get rid of it for a reason, why are you taking it back in again? Water doesn't cost a lot! Then she had a filtration system which filtered her water (obviously) but it was a mammoth of a thing, I've got a water filter and it's a small jug dealy. She was complaining about London tap water having far too much coke in it, well I'd say that's a good thing, forget paying for it, just take some water.
There were a few people on this programme but I only remember three/four.
One was the woman mentioned above, another was a couple, one was a single mum with three kids.
The funny thing was how patronising the man was, he was acting as if he had been mother nature's son since he was born but he only started eating raw stuff a year or so ago. Him and his wife invited people over to show them how to start eating good food and the people were having none of it. The funny thing is, the dude said we eat no warm food but he was warming up a lasagne on some heater thing, isn't that a bit hypocritical? He was going on about saying how warming food up kills the goodness in it and a dinner guest he had raised the point that people had eaten stodge and lived up to 80 or above and he got a bit annoyed. I don't like that, if you want to live your life that way then fine, but don't look down on those of us who aren't weirdos (hah!).
The woman with the coke water had some device attached to her body that took all the bad vibes out of her, how stupid, you can't get something like that, she had been truly brainwashed. Also, she was so keen on being very very very healthy but she went bike riding in London without something covering her mouth, does she know how many pollutants there are in the London air? Maybe she is too busy attending her "Raw food is God" seminars to realise that there are other evils in the world.
The woman who had the two kids was a bit strange too but she was the most sensible out of them all, she didn't let her kids have warm food or too many fruits, fruits were their treat but she DID have a microwave in her house even though she said she had been eating raw foods for 15 years.
It was on Channel 4 and it came after the news so it was one of those new producery things.
It was about people who ate only raw food, nothing was cooked at all.
One woman even drank her own piss, it was disgusting, the body must get rid of it for a reason, why are you taking it back in again? Water doesn't cost a lot! Then she had a filtration system which filtered her water (obviously) but it was a mammoth of a thing, I've got a water filter and it's a small jug dealy. She was complaining about London tap water having far too much coke in it, well I'd say that's a good thing, forget paying for it, just take some water.
There were a few people on this programme but I only remember three/four.
One was the woman mentioned above, another was a couple, one was a single mum with three kids.
The funny thing was how patronising the man was, he was acting as if he had been mother nature's son since he was born but he only started eating raw stuff a year or so ago. Him and his wife invited people over to show them how to start eating good food and the people were having none of it. The funny thing is, the dude said we eat no warm food but he was warming up a lasagne on some heater thing, isn't that a bit hypocritical? He was going on about saying how warming food up kills the goodness in it and a dinner guest he had raised the point that people had eaten stodge and lived up to 80 or above and he got a bit annoyed. I don't like that, if you want to live your life that way then fine, but don't look down on those of us who aren't weirdos (hah!).
The woman with the coke water had some device attached to her body that took all the bad vibes out of her, how stupid, you can't get something like that, she had been truly brainwashed. Also, she was so keen on being very very very healthy but she went bike riding in London without something covering her mouth, does she know how many pollutants there are in the London air? Maybe she is too busy attending her "Raw food is God" seminars to realise that there are other evils in the world.
The woman who had the two kids was a bit strange too but she was the most sensible out of them all, she didn't let her kids have warm food or too many fruits, fruits were their treat but she DID have a microwave in her house even though she said she had been eating raw foods for 15 years.
2008/01/07
The Post Xmas and New Year Slump
I never understood until today why this time of the year is so depressing.
Well I say today, I mean last Friday. I went to stay at my cousin's house for the first week of the new year and only when we were driving back home did we realise how bleak and grey January really was. I think it is one of the worst times to be alone, I was surrounded by people I loved on that journey home and even I felt a twinge of depression.
It's funny and equally sad how quickly people go back into normal mode after Christmas, two weeks ago it was Christmas Eve and there was definitely something festive and cheery in the atmos, now two weeks later everyone is back to normal.
It took me 23 years to realise why this time of year is so depressing, the "excitement" of Christmas (which for adults means stuffing your face and getting pissed as a fart) has well and truly gone and we are left with nothing to look forward to where the whole country can bunk off collectively. Sure you get birthdays and parties but it feels different because you can't share your antics with people. It sounds strange but even people on the tube are nicer around Xmas time and I am sure that pushing and shoving is down by about 40%.
I'm back at work today and I feel so depressed man, even though it is kinda sunny outside (it is still freezing mind) and the husband isn't too far away either. I'm just thinking, if I feel this depressed, how must the children feel? But then when I was a kid I never ever got a January slump, we were back to school showing off our new toys that we got for Xmas.
I feel depressed even though my life is peachy by standards, I have the sexiest husband in the world, I have a decent job, I have no Xmas debt and things are looking up on the promotion front but still I feel a twinge of sadness (it's probably because I know I can't bunk off work early and use Xmas shopping as an excuse).
Is this sense of depression what the shepherds envisioned when they saw the stars in the sky?
Man, roll on summer! Though it seems like it was only here a few months ago, which it was..I sometimes wish that there were more seasons in the year.
Well I say today, I mean last Friday. I went to stay at my cousin's house for the first week of the new year and only when we were driving back home did we realise how bleak and grey January really was. I think it is one of the worst times to be alone, I was surrounded by people I loved on that journey home and even I felt a twinge of depression.
It's funny and equally sad how quickly people go back into normal mode after Christmas, two weeks ago it was Christmas Eve and there was definitely something festive and cheery in the atmos, now two weeks later everyone is back to normal.
It took me 23 years to realise why this time of year is so depressing, the "excitement" of Christmas (which for adults means stuffing your face and getting pissed as a fart) has well and truly gone and we are left with nothing to look forward to where the whole country can bunk off collectively. Sure you get birthdays and parties but it feels different because you can't share your antics with people. It sounds strange but even people on the tube are nicer around Xmas time and I am sure that pushing and shoving is down by about 40%.
I'm back at work today and I feel so depressed man, even though it is kinda sunny outside (it is still freezing mind) and the husband isn't too far away either. I'm just thinking, if I feel this depressed, how must the children feel? But then when I was a kid I never ever got a January slump, we were back to school showing off our new toys that we got for Xmas.
I feel depressed even though my life is peachy by standards, I have the sexiest husband in the world, I have a decent job, I have no Xmas debt and things are looking up on the promotion front but still I feel a twinge of sadness (it's probably because I know I can't bunk off work early and use Xmas shopping as an excuse).
Is this sense of depression what the shepherds envisioned when they saw the stars in the sky?
Man, roll on summer! Though it seems like it was only here a few months ago, which it was..I sometimes wish that there were more seasons in the year.
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