It's the last bank holiday weekend and I'm taking my friend Steffi up to Scotchland for the weekend. She moved over from Germany 3 years ago and we've been threatening to do Scotland since then, better late than never eh!
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!
Friday 24 August 2007
Thursday 23 August 2007
Such a perfect day!
I had the perfect start this morning. My girrel called for a wee morning chat and to tell me that my breakkie was ready (I pretend that she's calling me from the phone downstairs lol). I found a 50p-piece in my money jar this morning so that was the start to this morning's cawfee fund. And then discovered that I actually had 2 choc waffles left instead of one - result! *grin*
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?!
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!
Here's a shocking wee joke courtesy of my friend Helen:
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!"
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...?
Okey dokey, after a few days of disappointment my google search has finally come up trumps. Now, some may think that my search is a bit obvious, a bit direct, a bit of a stab in the dark but with the big light on, but hey - I got a hit!
I googled, wait for it: pathological procrastinator. And guess who was number 1 on the search? Moi!If only I new how to copy the damn page and post it on my blog!! D'oh!
I googled, wait for it: pathological procrastinator. And guess who was number 1 on the search? Moi!
What type of procrastinator are you?
I was googling my blog and stumbled upon - What type of procrastinator are you? http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=11294
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!
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 decided that I wouldn't bring any treats to work today, a decision that I'm so regretting. This was based on the fact that I awakened at 1.45am this morning and grabbed a choc waffle. I'm really bad, or really good (depending on which angle you view it from) at mid-sleep snacking. Picture Homer S lying in bed, belly protruding, crumbs on hairy chest and choc around his mouth - that's me, only I have more hair on my head!
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!
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's the place where my heart goes,
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.
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 went for a ride on my road bike tonight, in attempt to pedal my way to a better mood. It worked. There's nothing more satisfying than pulling off a track stand at a set of lights. Now, track stands are an acquired technique. Factor in clipless pedals, dodgy road surfaces, precipitation, wind, dumb drivers who stop within nanometres in front of your wheel, traffic lights that seem to take FOREVER to change, and the odd technical glitch. You get the drift.
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.
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!
Is it wrong that I keep hitting refresh on my browser so the my visit counter keeps increasing? Is it wrong that I had a choc waffle for my breakie and my elevenses?
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!
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.
Relief, I've just remembered that I have one packet of chocolate covered Belgian waffles left, mmm...Yes, there's a wee Belgian theme going on here courtesy of my g/friend Sarah. She normally flies over, but apparently my chocolate and food demands have reached a certain limit that exceeds the standard baggage allowance for short haul flights. This time Sarah had no option but to drive over. Emptying her suitcase in favour of my peanut butter, honey and chocolate wasn't really an option.
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!
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
So, I've just hugged my girrelfriend goodbye after a having her very close for the past 5 days. I wanted to have her linger in my sight for as long as possible, so I lead her out onto the motorway. Just to be sure that she took the correct exit that would take her south. Apparently not everyone is as dizzy as me - I always miss that junction!
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!
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!
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