Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Working again

The problem with broken PC's is that so many things happen that there's no point trying to get them down in here because I won't manage to remember all the important bits.
So give me a break, pull up a chair and watch me ramble on till I decide we've both had enough and i need another caffein boost to carry on.

In no particular order then, and allowing for the fact that my sense of date/time/space is completely knackered/atrophied/whatever.....

Went to see Nizlopi.
A somewhat weird experience due to the fact that they were number one at the time and I've never seen a band when they were even charted before let alone had one so close.[very cosy venue Cargo]
Fun though, even when you take into account someone chucking themselves under a tube at Moorgate and causing chaos on both the journey there and back, Dave's back giving him agony while we were there and the having to get up to go to work the next day after only a couple of hours sleep.

Went to see Coldplay.
Got repeatedly kicked in the head then squashed as she fell over the back of my seat by the girl behind me who was all excited.
Why is it that there are always people who seem to spend all their time getting into their seats, then out, then in, then out again ad infinitum when they've spent £30 or somesuch to get to see someone?
That wasn't the girl who sqished me by the way.
Oh, and Richard Ashcroft supported. Also fun.

Spent Christmas Day at home with Dave and the girls doing Christmassy things [read eating, drinking then falling asleep]

Got all upset when Mum rang to say that Mareks Dad had died [peacefully in his sleep at home where he wanted to be] on Christmas Eve.
I didn't know him, had never even met him, but Mum said they had spent the night washing his body, dressing him, and then lit candles and drank vodka and played songs and sang around the body, and that she wished that she had been able to do all that for my Dad when he died.
Then Dave got all upset /angry because it started him thinking about what would happen when HIS Dad dies[they're still not talking] and angry/upset because he was about to lose his job [thank you Mr Morrison] and just generally upset /angry because he couldn't make it better for me, and ended up nearly stomping out.
He didn't, and the fact that we were able to talk it through rather than it turning into some big screaming/shouting/walking out thing is a good sign I hope.

Jo loved her Dalek [ currently exterminating everything in its path]
Emma loved her furry Animal boots [currently sitting wet and soggy by the door drying out]
Dave loved his Ipod....
Well....I think he loved it.
No, I KNOW he loved it, its just I got it engraved with something that I thought would mean a lot to him [ and took me bloody ages to phrase right ] and he just blanked it.
Now i wish I hadn't bothered.
Me?..oh, i got loads of stuff that I like...[ thank you Alex, i would never have bought it for myself but i've wanted that soundtrack for years :D ].
Nothing major from Dave though and I'm not sure if that was part of the problem..Dave feeling that he should have got me something special.
But he paid for most of my trip to Paris, and there was no way i could have afforded to go if he hadn't so that was my christmas present really.

Got the PC fixed today.
Yay, go that man.
It was a blownpower thingy inside.
Alright, so I have no idea what the technical term for it is, its one of my many failings, get over it and stop looking at me like that.
*raspberry*

edited *a load of moany stuff about my ex*
Emma and me have had a long talk about her dad.
edited *more moany stuff about my ex*
He can be good company, and he's funny and gregarious, able to talk to anyone no matter what their status/connection/attitude.
But it all stems from the fact that he has no idea that anyone could ever see him as anything other than wondeful.
Sigh

On the whole I try not to discuss him with emma.
However, this time we have.
I've tried to be completely unbiased, and tell her his good points as well as his bad, but he IS very manipulative and I feel like bends the truth to get what he wants without even thinking about it.
He's always been like that.
So I've told her that as she'll be 16 next christmas, she should think about where she wants to go for Christmas Day, Boxing Day and New Years and than let me know what she wants to do, and that We [Dave and I ] will accept her decision about it.
I've also told her to consider what her friends are doing and to realise that she's old enough to get herself to her dad's [or ask me for a lift] if ever she wants to just go over for an afternoon rather than waiting to be invited for a weekend as happens now.
I think he needs to realise that she's not a child anymore.

Pah

Now I'm in need of a pick me up to get the taste of irritation out of my mouth.
Hmmmmmm....where did I put that box of chocky biscuits ?
;D

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