*EEK*
*EEEEEEK*
and yet more *EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK*
I just spent £140 on 2 PILLOWS!!!!!
Yes!!!!
I said PILLOWS!!!!!!
*wanders around in a dazed stupor*
Ok, so I bought a bed too, for rather more than that, but thats not the point.
I mean , Beds are MEANT to be expensive.
They are a neccessity.
You get back ache and bum ache and hip ache and neck ache from a bad bed.
What do you get from bad pillows???
Eh, Eh, Eh?
Answer me that!
What WAS I thinking??????
Well, actually I was thinking 'Wow! these pillows are comfortable'
And ' I bet i look daft lying on this mattress trying to pretend I'm in the position I sleep in'
plus 'I hope I haven't got anything nasty on my shoes'
But mainly it was about how nice the pillows felt.
So I bought 2.
Even though i rang Dave just to make sure I wasn't being brainwashed or anything , but he was a fat lot of good, and only said' get them if they feel good'
I mean, what sort of help is that?
I showed them to Emma when I got home, and she got all excited over them too, and a little upset that I hadn't got one for her too, but I don't think i could have made myself spend another £69 ....i mean that would have made it over £200!!!!!!!
Arggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
i feel sooooo totally extravagant.
:S
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Being there.
I've been thinking today.
Yeah,yeah, get the cracks over with....you know you're just dying to make them.
:D
But anyway, as I said, I've been thinking.
Thinking about Being There.
Not the book [ which i found thought provoking but somewhat unbelievable and about which I spent a completely unproductive couple of days discussing with some much younger bods who seemed to think(amongst other things) that sex wasn't discussed between people before the 90's and that my arguments were just about rubbishing the book, but thats another post], but the reality.
I have always had someone there for me.
I can't think of a time when there hasn't been someone who I can call , someone who will talk me through it, or let me rant and hand me the tissues or the coffee.
Someone who has been able to help me emotionally and financially when I've needed it.
I have been VERY lucky.
I could look at the facts of my life and wonder at this.
Oh..perhaps it would help to clarify?
Ok, bullet point style i think.
1/.Born to an unmarried mother in the 60's when it was still very much frowned on.
2/.Left to be brought up by greatgrandmother when about 2 or 3 while mother moves to 3/.London to train to be a telephonist then a nurse.
4/.Great grandmother [ who I think of very much as my mother ] dies of cancer of the bowel and I go to live with my grandmother.
Hmmmmmm....i have lots of issues about this [4/.], given my mothers own history, and at this moment I have no wish to share them with you, but its only recently that I have come to terms with my mothers decision to let me live with them.
5/. my mum marries [ lots of issues with my dad now too]and I go to live with them in London since they can now afford a house as I've just won £1000 on the premium bonds and its enough for a deposit.
[ i had issues about that for ages as a teenager too, but given how different my life would have been had they not, i think I would have made the same decision if i had been in their shoes ]
6/.Various mild bullying stuff due to my boobs/accent/stroppiness.
7/. Married my first boyfriend.SERIOUS mistake.
8/.Erm......Oh heck lots of trivial stuff.
However, throughout the upheaval i never felt alone.
And although i didn't get on all that well with my dads family , they were also always there for me.
And the point of this?
Its important to me to be there for my family too if they should need it.
I hope I always can.
Yeah,yeah, get the cracks over with....you know you're just dying to make them.
:D
But anyway, as I said, I've been thinking.
Thinking about Being There.
Not the book [ which i found thought provoking but somewhat unbelievable and about which I spent a completely unproductive couple of days discussing with some much younger bods who seemed to think(amongst other things) that sex wasn't discussed between people before the 90's and that my arguments were just about rubbishing the book, but thats another post], but the reality.
I have always had someone there for me.
I can't think of a time when there hasn't been someone who I can call , someone who will talk me through it, or let me rant and hand me the tissues or the coffee.
Someone who has been able to help me emotionally and financially when I've needed it.
I have been VERY lucky.
I could look at the facts of my life and wonder at this.
Oh..perhaps it would help to clarify?
Ok, bullet point style i think.
1/.Born to an unmarried mother in the 60's when it was still very much frowned on.
2/.Left to be brought up by greatgrandmother when about 2 or 3 while mother moves to 3/.London to train to be a telephonist then a nurse.
4/.Great grandmother [ who I think of very much as my mother ] dies of cancer of the bowel and I go to live with my grandmother.
Hmmmmmm....i have lots of issues about this [4/.], given my mothers own history, and at this moment I have no wish to share them with you, but its only recently that I have come to terms with my mothers decision to let me live with them.
5/. my mum marries [ lots of issues with my dad now too]and I go to live with them in London since they can now afford a house as I've just won £1000 on the premium bonds and its enough for a deposit.
[ i had issues about that for ages as a teenager too, but given how different my life would have been had they not, i think I would have made the same decision if i had been in their shoes ]
6/.Various mild bullying stuff due to my boobs/accent/stroppiness.
7/. Married my first boyfriend.SERIOUS mistake.
8/.Erm......Oh heck lots of trivial stuff.
However, throughout the upheaval i never felt alone.
And although i didn't get on all that well with my dads family , they were also always there for me.
And the point of this?
Its important to me to be there for my family too if they should need it.
I hope I always can.
Monday, November 07, 2005
Has anything of interest happened today?
Hmmmmmmmmm.......
Well, the M25 was closed for half a day so I didn't get to work till 9.30 [ and thats late even for me]
A strange man walked past with a big scab covering half his face.
I am aparently only a slightly embarrassing parent [ according to the scores my biggest girlie gave me on the times quiz]
My boobs itched most of the day.
I lost the O ring from my right tunnel.
I nearly [ but not quite] bought 'Monster Mash'
I did buy 'Something in the air' by Thunderclap Newman. [ and rock your baby by Gordon McCrea and a load of other stuff that took me back to my teens, that I have somewhere on vinyl but not on cd ]
I discovered that one of the women i work with was also at the radio 1 road show and that she actually got to Touch a womble!!!!!!
Ah, i lead such an exciting life!
:D
Well, the M25 was closed for half a day so I didn't get to work till 9.30 [ and thats late even for me]
A strange man walked past with a big scab covering half his face.
I am aparently only a slightly embarrassing parent [ according to the scores my biggest girlie gave me on the times quiz]
My boobs itched most of the day.
I lost the O ring from my right tunnel.
I nearly [ but not quite] bought 'Monster Mash'
I did buy 'Something in the air' by Thunderclap Newman. [ and rock your baby by Gordon McCrea and a load of other stuff that took me back to my teens, that I have somewhere on vinyl but not on cd ]
I discovered that one of the women i work with was also at the radio 1 road show and that she actually got to Touch a womble!!!!!!
Ah, i lead such an exciting life!
:D
Sunday, November 06, 2005
9 years
Yesterday was our ninth anniversary.
Nine years since our first date that is.
We went to the cinema and saw chain reaction on that first date.
We went to the cinema for this anniversary too, but saw Nanny McFee :D
Ok, we had our littlest girlie with us, so we were a little limited as to what we could see, and she sat in the middle of us, so it wasn't what you could call romantic, but we had fun.
:D
We went for food first too, and did silly drawings on the tablecloth and pigged out on chocolate maple waffles for dessert.*drool*
I've found some more old pics this weekend , and one of them has to be the WORST pic of me that i have ever had taken.
It's so bad that Dave and Jo both didn't believe it was me.!!!!
Actually..isn't that such a pain when someone argues with you that you are wrong about whether a pic is of you when you KNOW completely and totally that it is.
In this case my dad took me and my best friend Jackie to Brands Hatch to watch the motor racing and listen to the radio 1 road show, and i wore the dress that had caused me to be ever so slightly late for my cousins wedding [ I was being head bridesmaid ] because intead of walking quickly the couple of miles to her house to get changed I fannied around in Mexborough High Street and bought this dress.
It was cream and navy striped polyester and I loved it to bits.
* laughs*
But the real disaster is the hair
*cringes*
I went to the hairdressers and showed her a pic of a soft perm, but I got a real tight afro!
It's the only time a hair cut has made me cry.
By this time I'd got over it a bit, and if I remember rightly in the end it was ok, since I cut most of the frizz out and then dyed it mid brown, but the bits of perm left at the ends came out a really gorgeous copper and everyone thought i had an expensive custom colour.
Nine years since our first date that is.
We went to the cinema and saw chain reaction on that first date.
We went to the cinema for this anniversary too, but saw Nanny McFee :D
Ok, we had our littlest girlie with us, so we were a little limited as to what we could see, and she sat in the middle of us, so it wasn't what you could call romantic, but we had fun.
:D
We went for food first too, and did silly drawings on the tablecloth and pigged out on chocolate maple waffles for dessert.*drool*
I've found some more old pics this weekend , and one of them has to be the WORST pic of me that i have ever had taken.
It's so bad that Dave and Jo both didn't believe it was me.!!!!
Actually..isn't that such a pain when someone argues with you that you are wrong about whether a pic is of you when you KNOW completely and totally that it is.
In this case my dad took me and my best friend Jackie to Brands Hatch to watch the motor racing and listen to the radio 1 road show, and i wore the dress that had caused me to be ever so slightly late for my cousins wedding [ I was being head bridesmaid ] because intead of walking quickly the couple of miles to her house to get changed I fannied around in Mexborough High Street and bought this dress.
It was cream and navy striped polyester and I loved it to bits.
* laughs*
But the real disaster is the hair
*cringes*
I went to the hairdressers and showed her a pic of a soft perm, but I got a real tight afro!
It's the only time a hair cut has made me cry.
By this time I'd got over it a bit, and if I remember rightly in the end it was ok, since I cut most of the frizz out and then dyed it mid brown, but the bits of perm left at the ends came out a really gorgeous copper and everyone thought i had an expensive custom colour.
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