Thursday, 20 December 2007
You know you're getting on a bit when...
2. When your delightful, sub-30 y/o girrelfriend tells you that you need to change your word document into the 2007 version, but you can't fricken find the "save as" option on the new fan-dangled vista version...I thought I welcomed change with open arms....
3. When you need an orthopaedic pillow.
4. When you get really excited about hand and feet warmers.
5. When plucking your eyebrows moves onto just general plucking.
To be continued...
Tuesday, 4 December 2007
Dirty thirty
As I pulled into Dad's street I thought I could make out his shadow in the doorway. As it turned out, here's what greeted me:
Well, sorry to disappoint folks, I just realised that I've left the box and all the bits for my new camera at my Dad's! Work with me here and picture the scene...the front door was plastered with a HAPPY BIRTHDAY banner and balloons clinging for dear life *grin and a big wiggle* More birthday balloons and banners greeted us in the living room along with the rest of my folks. It felt sooo good coming home to them and all the decorations :-))
On the Saturday Sarah, myself and the girrels hit Glasgow for some shopping. Why is it when you're ready to part with cash that you never see anything that you like?! In the evening, along with the extended family, we all headed to a contemporary Scottish restaurant. I figured with all the foreigners attending that no trip to Scotland would be complete without some haggis on the menu! The venue of choice was Arisaig in Glasgow. I have to say, that it was the best meal that I've had in a long time, and they had an excellent selection of vegetarian dishes too, even a veggie haggis.
Well, no birthday is complete without the cake. Piccies will follow, but trust me when I say that it was the best cake that I've ever had. The design was a girrel on a bike, she even had dodgy spikey hair!
I really had the best time. I kinda feel like I've added the last book in the bookshelf that is this part of my life, and I'm now moving onto to fill the next. It feels like you've got something under your belt, turning 30. You feel more comfortable in who you are and the decisions you make, and you definitely appreciate the effort that family and friends make.
A big, big thank you to Dad for giving us his house for the weekend, and to Ann-Marie for organising the decorations and cake and helping Dad colour code the bed sheets, and for sending him back to the shops for the umpteenth time until he arrived with the correct duvet cover and valance sheet! A big thank you to my wee brother for flying over from Denmark just for one night! A big thank you to all my friends and family who were there to make the night so special. And last, but by no means least, a big thank you to Sarah for being the bestest girrelfriend in the whole wide world ;-)! (although you have lost some points for making me share the chocolate cake ;-))
Thursday, 29 November 2007
Laughter is good for the soul, and for male pattern baldness
I was getting in the mood for the weekend and started singing "It's my party and I'll cry if I want to, cry if I want to...you would cry too if it happened to you..." That's the extent of my knowledge on the song. Sarah then took up where I left off and launched into the next verse. Well, I for one am well impressed, she's going to get on great with the rest of the gene pool! Now all she needs to learn is my version of "Every party has a pooper." Honestly, the fact that my Mum used to sing that to me on the odd occasion, hasn't left me emotionally scarred, well, not much lol. She had an excellent sense of humour.
Male pattern baldness runs on my Dad's side of the family. So I once said to my little brother, "You know, when you get old, you're going to be bald like..." Then I blurted out all of the names as if there was NO way Johnnie could avoid it "Dad, Uncle Sammy, Gerard, John, Uncle Hughie, etc, etc..." Johnnie, who could only have been about 5 at the time, (I was 10), burst into tears. Mum was cooking in the background and heard what I said. When she realised that Johnnie was crying and I was looking rather smug she replied to me by saying "Well how do you know it wont happen to you?!" The young, no longer smug PP, was then in tears.
I've been packing tonight. Said task, still not completed. Had scheduled it in my diary for Wed but put off for today. I did however manage to clean my car and do my recycling. Silver star for PP! Think I'll finish off the packing tomorrow morning.
One more sleep!
In the red
I left the house on time this morning, grabbed my latte and some toast on the way to work as usual and decided to grab some diesel en route. I was already in the red but figured I had enough to make the 4 miles to the petrol station.
Pulled into the petrol station when I noticed that ALL of the diesel pumps were covered! Imagine my horror! I got out of my car and asked the attendant if they were sure they didn't have any left, could they not squeeze a few drops out? "No" they replied. Shit!
I then preceded to drive to the nearest station with an average speed of 30mph in 6th gear - just in case. Luckily I made it to the station without running out of fuel. Lesson learned!
Monday, 12 November 2007
On my ride...
1. I hit an old codger's Ford mundaneo with my fist, intentionally, cos he got way too close for comfort. He didn't even bat an eyelid - old git lol!
2. Some chavvy kids threw a -don't laugh, it could've been vay, vay dangerous!- a paper aeroplane at me. I pulled my brakes, turned round and gave them a right mouthful. They weren't expecting expletives to come back at them in a pissed off Scottish accent: don't mess!
3. I saw a guy who was missing a foot. At the sample place last month, I saw a guy who's hospital trousers were falling down past his bum. For some reason, I always look forward to this part of my ride...
I love riding my bike :-)
Wednesday, 7 November 2007
Age
Sarah came over last Thursday. Although she's back in the flatlands, she's even closer than before. She re-confirmed her prime position as my mate for life on Saturday. When, upon seeing the BT ads with the guy from 'My Family' exclaimed - "What's he doing playing a parent/adult?!" Aaah, domestic bliss :-). Every fricken time that ad comes on I ask the same question. He's so unbelievable as a grown up!
Now it's only 9 more sleeps till I'm over there.
Tuesday, 30 October 2007
Oooh, I could crush a grape!
It's only 2 more sleeps until ma girrel visits *excited wiggle.* I am SOOOO excited! I feel like we've totally earned this visit. For an instant gratificationist 2 sleeps are a struggle let alone 3 months. I started the blog on the day that Le Pew left in August. When I waved her off teary-eyed, with 1 packet of chocolate covered waffles to console me. If only I'd known they had to last me 3 months!
Sunday, 28 October 2007
Sunday faff
*runs downstairs to get the remaining slice of the banana loaf* I felt body parts jiggle then that don't normally. Am I the only gluttonous person who buys a cake -for themselves- and consumes it within, erm, 6 hours, ALL-ON-THEIR-OWN?! The law of diminishing returns just doesn't seem to work with me. Some one please tell me that this is normal!! Now where did I put my elasticated trousers...?
Oh yes, the Lesbot convention. Well, first of all I'd like to begin by saying that as much as I knock things like this, that I deep down secretly love them as well. They have a purpose, they bring together the "community" which I think is always beneficial. I just wished that they played better music and the tickets weren't so expensive! My first experience of the Lesbot festival delights was when I first moved down to York. Two of my rather disillusioned friends travelled all the way down from Edinburgh to attend the festival. With the promise of Lesbot authors, merchandise, workshops and a wee boogy at the end, we were all looking forward to it. We were charged something like £15 to get in for the day (didn't include the boogy tickets). Imagine, if you will, a church sale of work. You know, wooden stalls with lots of random collections of books, cds, calendars and the odd dildo thrown in for good measure. I have to say that your regular church sale of work was -in my eyes- far more appealing. Why? Because they included cake stalls too. There weren't any at the lesbot festival. Oh, and the church fete is free.
Now don't get me wrong, I love Sandy Toksvig as much as the next lesbian. But what is with those random stalls that sell tie-die mohair jumpers and purple hairy hiking socks?!!!! I can't help but feel slightly perturbed and some what alienated at the same time. I think organisers of events like this attract such a broad range of women - which in itself is a huge achievement. But they really should try to broaden their appeal away from the usual stereotypes. I'm not saying that stereotypes are a bad thing, every social group has them, and needs them. But how are you meant to move things forward if you're regressing back to the same old?
Thursday, 25 October 2007
Chappy
It's the kind of thing that you want to do when you're a kid. It reminded me of playing "chap-door-runaway," more affectionately known as "chappy." One instance sprung to mind that involved my little brother and I. We'd just finished dinner at our aunt's house, and for whatever reason, none of our friends would "come out to play." Rather than head back indoors, I suggested to Johnnie that we have wee game of chappy. It was winter time, the street lights were on and I can remember Johnnie was wearing Magic gloves. Don't get excited. Magic gloves is a bit of an exaggeration. They really should have been called stretchy-man-made-fibre gloves, but that doesn't have the same effect. These are the gloves that look like they're made to fit a 4 month old, but some how "magically" fit most* adult hands. Not only did Johnnie have Magic gloves, but he had day glow orange Magic gloves. Walking down the street all you could see was the glow from Johnnie's hands kinda like the guy from the Readybrek advert.
Being big sister, I flipped the first couple of letter boxes. Once we'd gotten our breath back from running away from the 4th door I decided it was Johnnie's turn. I pointed to a door that had a wall next to their path so that it would be difficult for them to catch us. Johnnie plucked up his courage and went to rattle the door. I poised on my tip toes getting ready to bolt. Unlucky for Johnnie, the letter box was a pushy-inny rather than a flippy. Ooops! I'm standing there, staring at my brother shouting "come on! Run!" And this wee voice screams back at me "I can't! My glove's caught!" He'd pushed the letter box too far in and it had sprung back on his finger! I had to go round the wall and free his finger and Magic glove from the letter box. I'd never laughed so hard - Johnnie never played chappy again!
Thursday, 18 October 2007
15 days and counting
I went to my alternative health person tonight. I'm going to keep their exact type of practice under wraps cos I'm not particularly happy with them (will refer to them as AHP). I've been out of the country for the last week so haven't had my usually weekly appointment. AHP: "So, we haven't seen you in a couple of weeks. I did recommend that you visit once a week." It wasn't so much what she said, but how she said it. I thought she was going to start twitching and then lash out at me with my file. It was like she was giving me into trouble for not coming. I'm thinking, hold on a second, I'm paying you an astronomical 15 minute rate! I'll decide when I want to visit! AND, I'm nearly 30! No-one's going to tell me what to do. Then it all started to make sense. AHP had just given me some treatment that I'd never had before. I'm thinking it's the type of treatment that may slightly hinder my "progress" and thus force me to come back every week. As I made my way home, I swear I couldn't walk properly and we'll see how long the pain in my neck lasts...When I was hobbling my way home some chav-gal walked past me and called me a hedgehog lol!
That's my evening so far.
Tuesday, 9 October 2007
Belisha beacon
Thursday, 4 October 2007
Milk drought
Wednesday, 3 October 2007
Rambling
For the first time in donkeys, I've actually been responsible and finished my work before I began my faffing. I'm trying to be more organised. But there's nothing more enjoyable than doing something else when you're not doing the thing you should be doing. I've often found myself really, really, really putting off going to the petrol station. I detest feeling like I HAVE to do something, even if my car is at red. I'm getting deja-vu so apologies if I've already talked about this.
I stopped at Tescos on the way home tonight. *drops to the floor like a stroppy kid* OH-HOW-I-HATE SUPERMARKET SHOPPING! Tonight, I needed to do a really big shop and came back with: 1 x Radox shower gel, 1 x some Tesco finest bread with nuts that's double the price and you only get 4 slices, 2 x lottery tickets. I just couldn't bear the thought of having to spend any more of my time in there. I'll never get it back. Besides, I'm away next week so I'm sure I can get by on the selection of fridge and cupboard food that I have left. Thank goodness for the red onion chutney that my girrel bought for me on her last visit.
Monday, 1 October 2007
Manic Monday
I mean, am I just being a practical Lesbot here, but has anyone thought this through? Girrels, for those of you who apply make up when you're pissed, how difficult is it to get the lippy on straight? Even worse, how many of you have nearly lost an eye when you were reapplying eye liner when you were drunk? I know it's a major effort for me when I'm sober. But scolding temperatures and drunk women - I wonder how many girrels have frazzled their hair, singed an eyebrow, or burnt an ear or 2...I'm sure there was a funny smell in that toilet...
2. Glasgow - the city of culture.
Dammit! I can't turn it around!!! *hmph* I'm rebelling and refuse to rotate it!
3. Monday nights invariably end up being my comfort food nights. I was pushed for time when I got back for my ride so I chose to have baked beans on toast avec cheese. I switched on the tv when I sat down to have my dinner and the kitchen goddess Nigella Lawson was on. She makes it look so simple! No matter how hard i focused, when I looked at my plate, I still saw baked beans, cheese and toast. Word of advice, whatever you do, don't go for the "reduced sugar and salt with no artificial sweeteners!" If I had had sugar in my cupboard, I would've topped up my baked beans with it. They are dire people, screw the healthy option!
Of a similar tone, here's an image from the Warhol exhibition in Edinburgh
Meet the Fockers
Me - What's that charge?
Dad - Don't know, I don't have my specs on. Could you have a look at it?
Me - Service charge! Dad, don't tip, I'm not that impressed.
Dad - Does that say optional?
Me - Aye. That's shocking, they've just snuck that in there.
Dad - Fine, I'll give them half of that then if we don't have to pay it.
The following day we managed to talk the old yin into taking us to Auntie Betty's for breakfast. I insisted that we get a table in the main cafe. No point in splashing out at Bettys if people can't see you! Dad was funny - he knows his place and declared that he would sit with his back to the window so that we could people watch. He's well trained.
This pic is for my girrel - spotted it when I was raising my pinky with my Earl Grey in a china cup
Tuesday, 18 September 2007
Midnight feast
It's funny, although I was in a mad eating frenzy, not too disimilar to a piranha attack on some flesh being dangled overboard. I was still compus mentis enough to pick out the flavours that I didn't like. Please see small bundle below just behind my alarm clock.
Bundle number 2. You can just make out a half eaten coffee flavoured bean at the top of the bundle. And I was lucky that I didn't mistake my ear plugs for the mango jelly variety!
Sunday, 9 September 2007
Random Raah!
Wednesday, 5 September 2007
Are we there yet? The weekend is just around the corner.
"Please note that toy doesn't actually transform. It makes noises instead."
Devastation. There was a long pregnant pause at my end of the phone. Dilemma. Do I want a Transformer that actually transforms or do I want one to really bug my workmates with? *starts to sing the theme tune* you know the one "Transformers, there's more than meets the eye. Transformers robots in disguise..." When I weighed up the odds, there was no argument. I wanted the non-transforming Transformer! I'm kinda hoping *hint* that maybe I'll get a transforming Transformer for my birthday folks. Oh, and I've also decided that which ever comes first, a pet or child, they're getting called Optimus Prime.
Anyways, so I've been a wee bit stressed, but my friend Helen popped round unexpectedly tonight for a quick cup of tea and a blether. Not long after Helen left my girrel called. It never ceases to amaze me how friends and loved ones can help put things into perspective. How sometimes they come into your life at just the right moment, just when you need them. They may not realise what they've done, but they've had an impact nonetheless. Moments like these cast away the grumpy shadows of a stressy day and make me feel thankful for the people that I have in my life.
Saturday, 1 September 2007
A.M.
And come back,
My lamenting song
While the flavour still lasts,
It's not intense,
Not in that sort of way.
I'm more at ease now,
With each new day.
Friday, 24 August 2007
Woo-hoo!
Picture the scene...queueing traffic on the A1 for hours, the sun beaming down on us and increasing my melanoma rate by the second Drivers in the UK are mad at the best of times. But if you take into consideration a bank holiday weekend and a sunny one at that, they're like rabid dogs! We're heading off straight from work at 4.30...hmm, I wonder what time we'll reach the beautiful sights of Scumby. Answers on a postcard please!
Thursday, 23 August 2007
Such a perfect day!
On my way to work supping my cawfee and chomping on my toast I got stuck behind a fricken tractor. Now, call me narrow-minded, but in the bike world, those bikes with skinny baldie tyres stay on the road and those with big chunky tyres go off road. So what in the hell are tractors doing on road? I think it's a conspiracy, with tyres like those they can obviously plough through fields not to mention the odd fence, small forest or house. So why, why, why, do they insist in going on road and holding up normal road goers en-route to work?!
Wednesday, 22 August 2007
Some good crack!
Lesbian goes to the gynaecologist because she's got some problems with her fu-fu. She gets up onto the examining table and pops her legs into the stirrups.
The doctor inspects her fu-fu and exclaims "My, you're very, very, very clean down there!"
Lesbian replies - "I should think so - I have a woman in twice a week!"
Tuesday, 21 August 2007
Hello, is it me you're looking for...?
I googled, wait for it: pathological procrastinator. And guess who was number 1 on the search? Moi!
What type of procrastinator are you?
You scored as a Defier/rebel
Your procrastination type is the defier, also known as the rebel. Defiers like to break the rules and rebel against chores and other assignments given to them. They take offense when given tasks by other people and are insulted by suggestions to change their habits. Rebelling is a normal thing that teens do to test how much power they have over their lives, but it can go past the common testing of rules and limits when some people "get stuck in the mode of rebelling."
I have to say, I'm a bit disappointed. I was hoping the result would be something along the lines of... "You're an accomplished procrastinator, always finding something to do that is less important than the task at hand - well done you!" Funny, I'm 29 so that rules out the teenage part. My Dad always said that I was a rebel without a cause when I was growing up. And in my last review at work, la grand fromage said that it was known that I didn't like procedures. Apparently, if there's a rule, I like to find my way around it. Knowing that I really HAVE to do something renders me utterly incapacitated. It's like there's some dark force within me that instantly repels against any attempt to start the required action. I'll be sitting down to do some work, whilst thinking about things I'll perchance glance out the window or at the walls. Then suddenly it's - "Oh, those walls could do with a bit of a washing!" You can't even wash painted walls!!! I'd just like to state for the record that I am currently on a late lunch and not avoiding my work. Right, I'm off to nick some chocolate cake from Steffi!
Awww naw!
I've looked in my drawer and all I have is out of date powerbars - don't ask, a very very small box of half eaten raisins, a vanilla powergel, and some toothpaste. I'm sure there's a recipe in there somewhere! Luckily for me, I'm heading over to a friend's for dinner after work. Admittedly, I'm not the best cook. I think it's more can't-cook-wont-cook type thing. Basically, if it can fit in a toaster then I'm there!
Girrel
She provides the balance,
She's the person cheering me on at the top of every steep climb,
She reaches into my soul as effortlessly as taking my hand,
I need her to linger much longer than the message she wrote on my bathroom mirror.
I'm not ready to wash away her scent just yet,
And I don't want to move her things just yet,
These reminders of her confirm how lucky I am.
She makes sense like a eureka moment over and over.
She excites every spec of matter that consitutes me.
She does this naturally.
She's so much more than this,
And she knows.
Monday, 20 August 2007
I love my bike
I remember when I first started road biking. I was track standing at a set of traffic lights in Edinburgh. Here's me trying to look cool in all my gear with loads of traffic behind me. I get ready to balance my weight and then realise that my pedals have spun forward without any tension. My chain had slipped off. Before I had a chance to react, the not-so-cool-biker-chick
-still clipped into pedals- was no longer perpendicular to the ground. Now, the best way to deal with situations like this is to dust yourself down and then immediately, and I mean immediately, inspect your bike. Thus giving the impression that it was no biggy-smalls that you fell over, and indeed that you're tough enough not to be hurt. Also creates the impression that your steed is uber expensive.
There's definitely one thing that I'm envious of Belgium and the like, and it's the country's provisions for cycling. Cycling over there is the national sport, there are thousands of routes, clubs and races. People have respect for cyclists. In contrast, take my lovely home town of "What's it called - Scumbernauld." One of the last times I went riding, some local neds drove passed in a clapped out Vauxhall Corsa and lobbed a few chips in my direction. I'm not one normally who refuses a chippy, especially if it comes with some black pudding...But nothing irritates me more than people who flick their cigarette butts out of their car, not realising that it could hit you. I look forward to the day when I can have my revenge and squirt the contents of my water bottle through an offender's window.
Raaaah - Mondays!
I've decided that I'm in a grump today.
I snoozed until 7.59, at least an hour later than I should have. That was me trying to exercise the last amount of control before I had to commence my work day. Luckily for me I can get ready and dressed quickly, aka wonder woman style. The downside being that I fell out the shower when I started my first spin. Tonight, I'll be mostly filling in some holes in my bathroom wall and putting back up the shower curtain.
I guess the only saving grace is that we're all in this Monday mode together. The fact that I feel grumpy is somewhat put into perspective knowing that I'm not the only one.
Dear reader, if you're wading your way through Mundane-Morning blues, share it with us and get it off your chest! If nothing else, it's a good feeling knowing that others are suffering too!
Sunday, 19 August 2007
I've just finished my last Belgian chocolate.
It's funny, she left only 4.5 hours ago and I already feel empty. I've been trying to counteract this with said choc consumption but that's just no substitute...that realisation doesn't stop me from reaching for a waffle. My mum always said that my eyes were bigger than my belly!
Oh, and I've decided that I can't possibly start any work tonight until I can google my blog!
Day 1
My "plan" for this afternoon was to read the Sunday paper for a short while, then do some work. Famous last words! I read an interesting article about a blogger from Brussels who's just had her blog published and it's inspired me to start a blog. Now, I know I should be working. That's the problem with procrastination. You always know what you should be doing, but it's sooo much fun doing something else! Factor in that I'm a wee bit of an instant gratificationist. I genuinely wonder how I ever get anything done! Okey-dokey, I'm off to fiddle around with my new page lol!