Just Stuff

I am sitting here, with my Campo Viejo Rioja Crianza, listening to Aaliyah, Try Again, recently sprung back into iTunes action due to the simple words in His blog. I apologise for the gaps of late, it has been a considerably tough few months to be honest. I have changed my career-mind about 4 times, and hopefully have finally picked the one that will last a few years. I am now in IT. Wow, Information Technology, a whole category of new beginnings and things I don't understand. Love a good challenge! Well, I am a software tester/technical writer. Technical being the positive word in that sentence, as clearly I am not too great at the normal kind.

Besides the chaotic chapter that has been the subject of my career, I don't have an awful lot to report. How boring?...you must think, well in truth you'd be right. However, I did go out on Saturday which is something I haven't done in goodness knows how long...and I obviously forgot the effects of a hangover, as despite not being able to sleep in past 8 o clock after a mere 5 hours drunken slumber, one arm and leg on the bed, the other pair twisted underneath half my clothing off the bed, I got up and moved to the sofa, only to spend the next 3 hours watching the Hollyoaks Omnibus, unable to move for fear of throwing up. Being sick has been a rarity in my life, luckily, some might think, but really I would rather just up and get it over with. Rather than laying about all day in some miserable stupor, eating more toast than I deem to be healthy and wanting a waiter more than ever before. The only thing I managed all day on Sunday was weeding the front garden, (so overdue I forgot which plants I even had and started pulling them out instead of the weeds at one point) that and cleaning out the kids/buns.

Friday night however, I rediscovered two old friends. Her and Her. I felt rather privileged, having both in my living room at the same time, still as scared as ever of the latter female and all her antics. Thank god for the walk-through that's what I say. Great fun! I felt a bit mean ignoring the 'trick or treaters' though for the fear that overcame us both so much so we were too scared to open the door. Hey ho, sweets will only make you fat. Except if you are my father and Charlotte Mantle (the skinniest girl with the biggest appetite that I know).

Best song I heard today: (bar the one I am listening to now-on repeat I might add..No I can't type that fast!)

Wada Na Tod, Lata Mangeshkar

Best thing that happened today:

Bumping into a much-missed friend in Ikea whilst shopping for the new office plants.

Daftest thing I did today:

Booked another night out mid-week along with the four others next week...umm...

Favourite photo this week:

Baby Dracula...aka, my Godson, Jack Weedon

Meme Time!

Hurrah, I love finding reasons to blog. My biggest worry? No not that my responses will near enough run parallel to my sisters'...that's my second biggest worry, my biggest is the fact I do not know 7 other bloggers! Need to kick start some more friends into this...

Display the award. Link back to the person who gave you this award. Nominate at least 7 other blogs. Put links to those blogs on your blog. Leave a message on the blogs of the people you've nominated. You can only answer in one word.

1. Where is your cell phone? Desk

2. Where is your significant other? Bedroom

3. Your hair colour? Blonde

4. Your mother? Generous

5. Your father? Idol

6. Your favourite thing? Music

7. Your dream last night? Painful

8. Your dream/goal? Fulfillment

9. The room you're in? Study

10. Your hobby? Painting

11. Your fear? Failure

12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Married

13. Where were you last night? Walton

14. What you're not? Photogenic

15. One of your wish-list items? Z4

16. Where you grew up? Walton

17. The last thing you did? Sing

18. What are you wearing? Slobbies

19. Your TV? Off

20. Your pet? Adorable

21. Your computer? Saviour

22. Your mood? Ambivalent

23. Missing someone? Yes

24. Your car? Dirty

25. Something you're not wearing? Jewellery

26. Favourite store? Reiss

27. Your summer?Distant

28. Love someone? Yes

29. Your favorite colour? Carmine

30. When is the last time you laughed? Yesterday

31. Last time you cried? Today

Hmmm, I am going to do my best, with Her, Her, them and ??? I'll come back to you :)

I love this...

Some of my Paintings, quite badly photographed...

Just thought I would upload a few of my paintings...the last is yet to be finished and definitely needs more work. I am attempting to determined my 'style' at some point...not quite there yet. Feel free to be brutally honest! (it's not my day job after all...thank god!)

Rather vivid images of my Dad, not entirely sure why I felt the need to photograph it pissed...but clearly something was up when I took this. ( I need to re-photograph all my work, but most of it is in storage!-including this)

My Grandad, 96 years old, he was about 92 I think when the picture was taken, and I painted him about a year later

My should-have-been-God daughter, Livi, her younger brother is my Godson, and she's coming over tomorrow! She was about 5 when I took this photograph, I thought she had some attitude so I painted her!

Lastly, my current painting that has been going on for about 3 months, is one of a friend's granddaughter. I promised I would finish it weeks ago...maybe it's time this weekend to finally do that.

Because I Can't Resist...

And they're my true inspiration to start posting on my blog again...

I, Robot

Yes, that's right, you read the title correctly, I think I am a robot. Aside from the fact I have more OCDs than David Beckham, and the fact I am clearly allergic to everything electronic...or should I say everything else electronic, I do actually think magnets run through my veins. I seem to break every mobile phone within four months of owning it, and must have battled with at least three pieces of hardware (meaning PCs etc) during my University years as nearly all of them had some fault or other. But the phone thing? That does really get to me. I had six phones in one year once. Ridiculous I know, but honestly, when I call up O2 nowadays, all they say is, 'What handset do you want to try now?' Even they've stopped doubting that I drop them down the toilet before phoning. But I can't omit that when my phone does switch off in the middle of a six-part text message full of gossip to Louise, that I do tend to throw it across the room in some kind of fit of feral rage. The saddest part is last year...hmmm let me think, probably about three phones ago, I had a lovely Nokia 6300 which took fab pictures and I loved it dearly, it never crashed, never died of battery seven hours after I'd last charged it, it was just brilliant. Until the night I left it in the Jovial Sailor in Ripley. That Sailor wasn't feeling particularly jovial the next morning after I ranted and raved at the staff claiming some horrible cleaner had stolen it. Well, in any case, it had gone, along with my lovely text messages (some say keeping up to 1000 in your inbox may cause it to crash therefore could be the root of all my problems, but I say, what's the point in the memory allowing it to contain more than 1000 texts if it can't handle it?) and all my lovely photographs, such included photos of my dearly beloved Nanny and Grandad, (aged nearly 81 and 96) poppies in their garden, and some rather embarrassing ones of me posing...in ah hem, let's just say in the way a 13 year old poses when she tries on her first bra in the changing rooms. Anyway, after this I was sick, sick with anger at the first phone I'd lost that I wasn't able to retrieve. Obviously down to the credit-crunch that seems to have lasted my entire adult life, I didn't feel up to paying £7.99 a month for insurance. So, with desperation, I asked O2 how much was the cheapest (and probably most shittiest) phone they'd got. What luck! When they said I could buy the same lovely Nokia I'd had previously for just £50. This may seem like a lot to some readers, but honestly, my phone is my life...at least I haven't got into blackberries yet eh? Anyway, I waited and it arrived, without a box, a soul or a memory card. (this is what happens when you buy them cheap and 're-furbished'-knowing my luck it was probably my original phone that had been sold on). I soon discovered that a lack of memory card was like lacking a brain or a pulse. It functioned, barely and after 9 short months, I was back on the phone to O2 asking what was out next. Choosing the upgraded version of the same phone (it's basically thinner, silver and harder to text on) I was happy at least that it came with some decent image memory. Well, I can reveal, that four months on, true to the day, it has crashed. On more than one occasion. And before you ask, yes I do have 1378 text messages in the inbox still. Maybe it's me after all.