ebay

I love Ebay.
: )
I love getting things out, dusting them off, taking pics and then listing them.
I hate waiting for the first bid, but once you have that first one down I love checking to see how things are doing.
And since I would otherwise have been donating whatever it is that I've found to a charity shop [ I am a terrible hoarder, but I'm trying to turn over a new leaf ] I rarely mind what I get for it, I'm just happy that its sold.

Then I wait till I have a reasonable amount in my paypal account and go mad buying shoes.
: )

MacExpo + other trivia

I registered [ and got a free ticket ] just INCASE i happen to have enough money to buy some shiny white goodies in october.
I'm not sure if I'll go, but it seemed daft not to get the freebie .

I have bids on 2 of my things on ebay.

I have had more people comment on the necklace that my mum bought me for my birthday [ a beautiful piece of polished green amber in a chunky silver assymmetrical setting ] than on anything else I have ever worn.

Morrisons strike has been called off while they get to rips with the details of redundancy pack ages and which depots are actually going to close.

Rumours abound that the Aylesford depot is to be sold as a going concern to another supermarket chain.

I love tinned tomato's.

I love the JCB video that goes with the song of the same name from Nizlipi.

autumn mornings

I woke to Canada Geese honking over the river and a thick fog draped over the garden.
My normal view across the valley completely obscured by the chilly cloud.

Autumn mornings have arrived with a vengeance.

And so sadly had the resultant traffic chaos.

I really ought to find out the code for my radio. Its been out since I ran down the battery and had to get a jump start, and I can't find the note the guy from the sales office gave me with it on, so I have been radioless since then.
It doesnt bother me too much, but when traffic suddenly just stops and you sit there for 5 minutes with nothing moving, you REALLY need the traffic information.

Thats what happened to me this morning...a bit of fog and it all goes haywire.

I ended up taking the normally scenic route to work, which translates as crawling down winding counrty roads hoping that no idiot is trying to overtake the car coming towards you, and getting stuck in 25 minute queues trying to turn right out of a blind road.

I was only 35 minutes late.
Sigh
[ smacks self and gives self a stern telling off for starting the sighing thing again ]

The rest of the day was suitably mentally foggy so I will cover it in a shroud of amnesia and just add that we finished late and will still have to sort out the books tomorrow because they didn't balance.

words

Flange

As in ' I have a broken flange, please don't wobble it'

Ok, so it may not LOOK all that funny, but it sounds extremely odd when you say it.
Sort of rude and crusty all at the same time.

: )

Odd Dreams

I woke remembering my dream this morning.
A lot of it has already begun to slip away from me, but the bits i remember are these.

Being in a small room that had 2 doors without locks where I had to get changed and having to keep people out while i did.

Being back at school but still with my tattoos.

Having 2 girls who were supposed to be my friends run away from me when they were supposed to be showing me the way, and being able to hear their voices but not knowing where they came from.

Feeling that i ought to have known that it would happen, turning round and finding my own way round beautiful spiraling stairs which were somehow outside in open grounds.

Meeting people who were from the countryside [ this seemed important ] but who had no idea about food/cultivation/plants and animals.

Having a group of young boys in monks robed throw rocks at me.

Being rescued in a jeep.

Watching some strange magical fight happen across a stream and discovering that the evil magician was actually my father and that one of the girls who had run away from me was actually my sister, but that neither of them knew it.

Strange.

Random thoughts from a fraught day.

You know its been a bad day when all you seem to do is sigh, and today has been a dooozy of a sigh-fest.

It all started well.
I got to work on time even though the council has decided to dig up a large hole and put temporary traffic lights by it so that you sit there for 5 minutes with the road in front clearly lacking in any other traffic while you wait for the green to start.
I finished a load of jobs that I had left from yesterday and felt pretty optemistic that I'd get everything else done by the time that I left work.
But somehow as the day progressed , my sigh ratio increased.

Sigh.

See...I'm even doing it now.

It wasn't helped by a really irritating woman behind me in the queue at woolworths [ where I was picking up some much needed tumblers for work ] laughing loudly at every comment made by the woman being served in front.
Now this had me rather perplexed.
They obviously didn't know each other.
The woman being served wasn't saying anything funny and apart from a rather amusing expression af open mouthed astonishment every time the cashier spoke to her she didn't LOOK funny.
So why the heck was the loud and rather blousy woman behind me doing an impression of being deeply amused at every word?

It all became clear as she said in an extremely loud voice after the first woman had asked [ very reasonably I thought ] for a card in which to put the credit type gift-card she had just purchased.
"oh yes,I mean its not as if we don't have a bus to catch and it only comes one every hour"

The penny dropped.
She was being sarcastic.

So obviously I took my time getting my purse out and looking for the exact money when it came to my turn.

Heh.
: )