Boyfriend went out on a pay day social last night and had arranged to have dinner beforehand with his old house mates from Uni. I buzzed him in at 00.30 which was quite early considering his history of pay day socials (he's usually back way later). The one thing he said before drifting off into sleep was:
"We've changed sooo much since our Uni days. We used to talk about where we were going, where the fittest girls would be and all saying we wouldn't bother turning up to lectures, hospitals the next day so we could get absolutely pissed but now...
...I found myself talking to T about us heading off home early to make sure we wouldn't be late for surgery in the morning, that the wine wasn't a nice year and also.... Listen to this Ems: I asked him, I asked him, if he and A had found Phil & Ted to be a good brand. I mean, we're having dinner at a restaurant and this is what we talk about... Jeeesus - we're getting old, aren't we?"
I was in no position to laugh, I'd gotten into bed at ten.
Friday, 30 October 2009
Thursday, 29 October 2009
I wanna be like you-oh-oh
I love this video... How cool is this dad?! Most parents would have kept on going in the car to take their post-dentist-drugged-up child home. But not this one... he films it!!
Awesome!
Awesome!
Wednesday, 28 October 2009
Bla bla bla
You know what? It's been really warm here today! About 15C ! Isn't it crazy?
It's almost November, the shops are decorating for Christmas, the city's Christmas lights are all up (although not lit), we're in the UK - the coldest country on the planet-, and I can walk home from the shops at 17.30 in a short sleeved cardigan! It reminds me of when I was an au-pair in Philly and we still wore shorts on the 30th of October (but that's different).
Oh My, Hilary Clinton is looking old! (she was just on the news)
That's about it.
It's almost November, the shops are decorating for Christmas, the city's Christmas lights are all up (although not lit), we're in the UK - the coldest country on the planet-, and I can walk home from the shops at 17.30 in a short sleeved cardigan! It reminds me of when I was an au-pair in Philly and we still wore shorts on the 30th of October (but that's different).
Oh My, Hilary Clinton is looking old! (she was just on the news)
That's about it.
Tuesday, 27 October 2009
Crash and Burn Girl
I've spent the last 2,5 days in bed with migraine and horrible "body cold" i.e. not sniffly or sneezing as you would with a head cold but shivery, aches in muscles and joints and a little bit of a temperature spike. It hasn't been nice at all but all that's left now is a bit of dizziness so I guess I'd better go back to work or the Dragon Lady (not Thatcher - who'd be a big softie compared to the "lady" who's my boss) might rip my intestines out for not being tethered to my desk the way she likes us to be - we're nothing but slaves...
Well, other than that everything is just fine and dandy. Am not at all stressed for having been unable to use the last 3 evenings to pack and clean. Nope, not at all. Am cool as a cucumber. My pulse is about 16/minute... Ooops, sorry it should have been 216/minute to be a wee bit more accurate. And that's my resting pulse.
Crash and burn - that's what will happen and I really should try and calm down and not let anything raise my pulse. It's simply not good for me or b**y but I am really trying but what's worse is that I get a little bit more stressed when de-stressing doesn't work. It's Sod's Law. Boyfriend is good though and picks me up when I mess up/forget something or shut down.
I'm thinking yoga or an elephant-sized sedative might be the way forward.
;)
Well, other than that everything is just fine and dandy. Am not at all stressed for having been unable to use the last 3 evenings to pack and clean. Nope, not at all. Am cool as a cucumber. My pulse is about 16/minute... Ooops, sorry it should have been 216/minute to be a wee bit more accurate. And that's my resting pulse.
Crash and burn - that's what will happen and I really should try and calm down and not let anything raise my pulse. It's simply not good for me or b**y but I am really trying but what's worse is that I get a little bit more stressed when de-stressing doesn't work. It's Sod's Law. Boyfriend is good though and picks me up when I mess up/forget something or shut down.
I'm thinking yoga or an elephant-sized sedative might be the way forward.
;)
Friday, 23 October 2009
Odd
I have the weirdest dreams
There is one that keeps coming back to me. Or rather, the place where it happens is the same but the stuff that happens changes from dream to dream.
~~~
I'm in a forest and it's not a forest I am familiar with.
In the latest dream I had to camp out in a tiny
wooden hut. Quite a flimsy little thing.
We're hiding from a bear. It's me, one of my old students,
a person I don't know and a dog.
All of a sudden there
is this almighty crash and a piece of the back wall disappears.
A huge bear appears in the whole and
grabs the dog.
But then it's no longer a dog. It is a girl/young woman
(ok, my age...)
I try to grab her hand and pull her away from the bear
and I keep hitting the bear
on the head to make it let go at the same time as I am
shielding my old student in case the bear goes for her.
The bear keeps its grip and doesn't seem bothered about
my attempts to scare it off.
The dog/girl is all quiet and all you can hear are my screams and sobs
and her head is now in the bear's jaws
and it keeps biting down and down and down
until the girl's skull
just cracks.
It's the most horrible sound I've ever heard.
it echoes around the quiet forest
The bear lets go and
runs off, back into the forest.
And all we can do is sit there and watch
and wait.
For nothing.
~~~~
I think we can all agree that I am
in need of
some HELP.
There is one that keeps coming back to me. Or rather, the place where it happens is the same but the stuff that happens changes from dream to dream.
~~~
I'm in a forest and it's not a forest I am familiar with.
In the latest dream I had to camp out in a tiny
wooden hut. Quite a flimsy little thing.
We're hiding from a bear. It's me, one of my old students,
a person I don't know and a dog.
All of a sudden there
is this almighty crash and a piece of the back wall disappears.
A huge bear appears in the whole and
grabs the dog.
But then it's no longer a dog. It is a girl/young woman
(ok, my age...)
I try to grab her hand and pull her away from the bear
and I keep hitting the bear
on the head to make it let go at the same time as I am
shielding my old student in case the bear goes for her.
The bear keeps its grip and doesn't seem bothered about
my attempts to scare it off.
The dog/girl is all quiet and all you can hear are my screams and sobs
and her head is now in the bear's jaws
and it keeps biting down and down and down
until the girl's skull
just cracks.
It's the most horrible sound I've ever heard.
it echoes around the quiet forest
The bear lets go and
runs off, back into the forest.
And all we can do is sit there and watch
and wait.
For nothing.
~~~~
I think we can all agree that I am
in need of
some HELP.
Wednesday, 21 October 2009
Am I too Picky?
I've lost my phone - or broke it. Whatever. I can't find it anyway so I've been looking for a good monthly deal. Yes, you've heard it. Ems is looking to abandon the faithful Pay as You Go scheme!
Well, to be perfectly honest - the Pay As You Go here is so crappy that it's not even worth the trouble. And for various reasons I will be needing to be able to contact Boyfriend without worrying about "do I have enough credit?" etc. I had my eyes on a particular phone with a low monthly fee that'd give me a decent amount of free minutes and texts (perfect) but it turned out to not be such a good deal after all. Am I surprised?
I want a decent looking phone, not too plastic, not a "slide", definitely not a Samsung and preferably Sony Ericson, Nokia or Blackberry. I don't care about how many mega pixels the camera has as I have an awesome SLR and I'm not bothered about how many songs it'll fit (that's what my pink Zen stone is for). I need a P H O N E to text and call people with, and the option to get Internet if I ever were to want it (doubt it). But most of them are too boyish or too plastic - white with golden buttons? Nope, not quite my style... *shudder*
Am I asking too much of a phone?
Well, to be perfectly honest - the Pay As You Go here is so crappy that it's not even worth the trouble. And for various reasons I will be needing to be able to contact Boyfriend without worrying about "do I have enough credit?" etc. I had my eyes on a particular phone with a low monthly fee that'd give me a decent amount of free minutes and texts (perfect) but it turned out to not be such a good deal after all. Am I surprised?
I want a decent looking phone, not too plastic, not a "slide", definitely not a Samsung and preferably Sony Ericson, Nokia or Blackberry. I don't care about how many mega pixels the camera has as I have an awesome SLR and I'm not bothered about how many songs it'll fit (that's what my pink Zen stone is for). I need a P H O N E to text and call people with, and the option to get Internet if I ever were to want it (doubt it). But most of them are too boyish or too plastic - white with golden buttons? Nope, not quite my style... *shudder*
Am I asking too much of a phone?
Monday, 19 October 2009
Thursday, 15 October 2009
Tuesday, 13 October 2009
At least I'll be warm and cosy...
It's been too many cute and sickly sweet posts of late here and it's time to change that. Radically.
Boyfriend's grandmother died last week (Wednesday) and the funeral was yesterday (Monday) - they're really quick in getting them into the ground here. England is usually so slow with everything and it can take F O R E V E R to get anything sorted here (am not only thinking about our house purchase) but when it comes to death and funerals: Holy Cow! I don't know if I am to be impressed or shocked. Take your pick.
It was my first English funeral and it was a nice sombre service. I was eager to show off my knowledge when singing the hymn "The Lord is My Shepherd" as I know it very well from The Vicar of Dibley - a brilliant show - and I could barely contain my disappointment when the melody was totally, completely different. I admit I had a bit of a sulky moment which is a very selfish thing to have during a funeral. But never mind, it's not like I'll be going to heaven anyway as the Priest so kindly reminded us in the sermon that "only those who follow Jesus will enter heaven". Again, I was not showing a lot of respect as I looked as the Priest and thought "Fuck you!"
I am most certainly destined for purgatory/hell.
Here's the highlights of the weekend; the trip up was alright - just a bit of carsickness. The way back home, however, was slightly not so good. I was ready to be put into the ground by the time we were back home. I have never in my life been so ill for just being in a car. We had to stop for more than 1 hour at one point to let me breath in the fresh air. Feeling a bit better we set off again only to drive through an area where the very efficient farmer had spread manure on his fields. Very smelly manure.
Luckily I had a bag handy, as it was impossible to stop, and you can use your imagination as to what it was used for but moments like that should be spent in a bathroom where once dignity can be somewhat intact by kneeling in front of/hugging the loo alone. Ooooh -the shame.*
*see, selfish again. what is a bit of barf compared to being dead?
Boyfriend's grandmother died last week (Wednesday) and the funeral was yesterday (Monday) - they're really quick in getting them into the ground here. England is usually so slow with everything and it can take F O R E V E R to get anything sorted here (am not only thinking about our house purchase) but when it comes to death and funerals: Holy Cow! I don't know if I am to be impressed or shocked. Take your pick.
It was my first English funeral and it was a nice sombre service. I was eager to show off my knowledge when singing the hymn "The Lord is My Shepherd" as I know it very well from The Vicar of Dibley - a brilliant show - and I could barely contain my disappointment when the melody was totally, completely different. I admit I had a bit of a sulky moment which is a very selfish thing to have during a funeral. But never mind, it's not like I'll be going to heaven anyway as the Priest so kindly reminded us in the sermon that "only those who follow Jesus will enter heaven". Again, I was not showing a lot of respect as I looked as the Priest and thought "Fuck you!"
I am most certainly destined for purgatory/hell.
Here's the highlights of the weekend; the trip up was alright - just a bit of carsickness. The way back home, however, was slightly not so good. I was ready to be put into the ground by the time we were back home. I have never in my life been so ill for just being in a car. We had to stop for more than 1 hour at one point to let me breath in the fresh air. Feeling a bit better we set off again only to drive through an area where the very efficient farmer had spread manure on his fields. Very smelly manure.
Luckily I had a bag handy, as it was impossible to stop, and you can use your imagination as to what it was used for but moments like that should be spent in a bathroom where once dignity can be somewhat intact by kneeling in front of/hugging the loo alone. Ooooh -the shame.*
*see, selfish again. what is a bit of barf compared to being dead?
Friday, 9 October 2009
Wednesday, 7 October 2009
Not enough time and too much time...
I'm sorry for my sporadic blogging of late (last 6 months or so) but I've been busy with everything and nothing and it looks as if it'll continue the same way. Time's just slipping away and to be honest, I've spent the last month or so sleeping (when I haven't been at work). Am I ill? No, not at all - just very exhausted mentally and physically. the physical bit has most of its roots in the mental bit.
We're still in the flat (aaargh!). Our solicitor has got the contract for The House ready to sign but the solicitors who are dealing with the purchase of our flat are a bunch of wankers. Fair enough, they're thorough but it's now bordering on the ridiculous. We've given them everything we have that relates to the flat but it's not enough and they make it such a chore to sort it out. Bastards.
Anyway - we're still hoping to be in our House by the end of October/early November. My parents are coming to visit in mid-Nov and I would be really pissed off/upset/too angry to handle if we're not in by then. It's not a threat. I'm just telling how it'll be.
Other than that - Life is good. There are some planning that needs to be done for various stuff which will be revealed in time. So far it's nothing but good news. I'm still in love in that sickly-sweet kind of way. If I wasn't a part of us as a couple, I'd be violently ill from seeing/knowing how we cuddle up on the sofa at night - but that's a good thing, right?
I'm too old for the dating-game and going out to clubs anyway so I might as well hold on as tight as possible to Boyfriend. I can't really think of any other reason ... ;)
Sweet dreams
We're still in the flat (aaargh!). Our solicitor has got the contract for The House ready to sign but the solicitors who are dealing with the purchase of our flat are a bunch of wankers. Fair enough, they're thorough but it's now bordering on the ridiculous. We've given them everything we have that relates to the flat but it's not enough and they make it such a chore to sort it out. Bastards.
Anyway - we're still hoping to be in our House by the end of October/early November. My parents are coming to visit in mid-Nov and I would be really pissed off/upset/too angry to handle if we're not in by then. It's not a threat. I'm just telling how it'll be.
Other than that - Life is good. There are some planning that needs to be done for various stuff which will be revealed in time. So far it's nothing but good news. I'm still in love in that sickly-sweet kind of way. If I wasn't a part of us as a couple, I'd be violently ill from seeing/knowing how we cuddle up on the sofa at night - but that's a good thing, right?
I'm too old for the dating-game and going out to clubs anyway so I might as well hold on as tight as possible to Boyfriend. I can't really think of any other reason ... ;)
Sweet dreams
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