Well, I haven't written anything in this blog for months!!! I don't think its because I haven't felt anything or been annoyed by anything or...you get the picture; I've just been really busy and really tired at the end of the day. It gets to 9pm and I'm to be found happily flopped in my pjs in front of the telly watching...crime programmes mostly!
Now I don't know what that says about me, but I like them. I like having a go at guessing the outcome, although the American ones, which is mainly what I've been watching lately, tell you the end almost before they start. I also like the sciencey bit! I have to say that the programmes I've been watching have been NCIS, Bones, Criminal Minds and Dark Blue. NCIS has its forensics as does Bones; Crimimal Minds is the pyschological side and Dark Blue...well actually I only watch Dark Blue so I can lust after Logan Marshall Green *embarrassed grin* - a girl has to have something to look forward to. Other progs have been Being Human - love a vampire me; Primeval - have watched from the beginning and do have a bit of a soft spot for the silliness and Andrew Lee Potts if I'm honest (again); Dr Who - who hasn't been? and a couple of comedy shows: Ideal and Family Guy.
The problem I now have is that THEY HAVE ALL FINISHED!!!!!!!! Well, Family Guy hasn't, but then that is on constant reruns anyway. My only saviour is that Top Gear started last week...aaah Jeremy Clarkson is back! Why does that happen, why do you get a season of stuff you really like watching and then they all finish about the same time and you are left with nothing. Do they really think that everyone is outdoors having BBQs or evenings in the pub or days out at the beach or even on holiday for the whole of the Summer? Well, I'm not!! For starters I couldn't afford it! Come on programmers, let's have something that takes us all through the year. Even Dr Who stopped half way through and isn't back until the Autumn. We are not America, BBC!! We want the whole series all in one go, thank you!
As to money or rather lack of it. Am I the only one who hasn't got any, I don't think so, but what the hell is happening to it? A couple of years ago the money I had got me through the month, saved for a little holiday and saved for Xmas, now I'm lucky if it gets me through the month! Last month I went overdrawn for the first time in five years!!! I know that there is a recesssion, but this is ridiculous! I'm using my credit card for essentials and it's got to stop. Callum, stop growing!
On a lighter note, my leg has improved to the point where I'm actually getting out into the garden and digging! Yes, digging!! Thank you beautiful Osteopath!!! This means that my garden is finally getting somewhere. It will be a long and slow process, but at least I feel like it isn't a lost cause. Have got another bed dug over and planted which is fab! We've also decided that, due to time and the stupid Council putting in parking restrictions, we are going to have to give up our allotment. This will mean utilising the garden for not only my wildlife, woodland, pond and herb areas, but for also growing some vegetables and fruit. Callum doesn't use the garden loads, so I'm sure that if marked out properly he will still have plenty of room to play and I will be able to have plenty of room to plant. May have to rethink some areas, but it isn't impossible.
Anyway, that's about all I can think of at the moment. Been pretty busy this week with Callum catching up on project work and I can hear the sofa calling me very faintly in the distance. 9pm isn't far away, although what the hell I'll watch I don't know, maybe Alan Titchmarch on C4+1 and then a movie.
Cyas
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Friday, 1 July 2011
Monday, 26 July 2010
MUST SHARE! VERY SAD (OF ME!)
I had a lazy morning and an afternoon free today! Yep, all on my lonesome I was as Callum on computer and then to his friend's house this afternoon! I had some paperwork to do, but couldn't really be bothered so decided to chill out in front of telly.
Guess what I watched? Yep, you're right, reruns of Top Gear on Dave!! It's very sad isn't it especially as I don't even drive!! Oh well, never mind!
Did get paperwork done in the end, but wasn't as much fun as watching Jeremy et al racing around in rather beautiful cars. Really must sort out this obsession with Mr Clarkson, it really isn't healthy - haha!
See ya
Guess what I watched? Yep, you're right, reruns of Top Gear on Dave!! It's very sad isn't it especially as I don't even drive!! Oh well, never mind!
Did get paperwork done in the end, but wasn't as much fun as watching Jeremy et al racing around in rather beautiful cars. Really must sort out this obsession with Mr Clarkson, it really isn't healthy - haha!
See ya
Saturday, 29 May 2010
INTRODUCTION AND BIRTHDAYS
Okay I've decided to write this blog as it isn't about anything but me! It's my thoughts; whether weird, wonderful or just plain wacko. It will partly be about my life, but it will be mostly about my emotions, my dreams and any other non reality stuff that goes on in that grey blancmange that is my brain. I'm not sure if I want to publise the fact that I'm writing it, but if I do and you read it or if I don't and you come across it by accident and read it, so be it. If it means you hate me because of it, that can't be helped. If you no longer wish to be friends with me because you now think I'm completely barmy, I can't help that either. To all my friends who may find this and read it, I love you all!!! I mean no harm, no upset, no malice. Sometimes I might just have to rant and winkle out the thoughts in my head. So here goes:
I'm going to be 47 tomorrow! 47!! 3 more years and I'll be 50!!! Eeek!!!!! Needless to say I'm not a great celebrator of birthdays anymore. To be honest one birthday rolls into another one and although I'll be a year older and a year nearer to my grave, I don't/won't feel any different tomorrow to how I feel today or to how I felt last year or the year before that or the year before that to be honest!
Actually my birthdays haven't really meant much at all since my dad died! He died 4 days before my 30th birthday! It was sudden, no prolonged illness which is good, but it was a shock and not a pleasant one! He was 70! He was my dad and I loved him. He was a weird little muppet, but that made him even more special. You see my dad had been a prisoner of the Germans in WWII and that kind of made him a man of very few words and someone who never really thought anything was a problem. I mean to say, if you had been through that and survived, petty things like bills, weather, neighbours, kids, etc wouldn't exactly be that much of a big deal would they? Life would be great whatever happened as you'd be thinking that you were bloody lucky to even be alive! After being starving to the point where a piece of mouldy bread found in a field was a feast (and that is one story he told me), not having quite enough spuds for the roast dinner isn't exactly going to bring you out in hives is it? To him all life was good! That's my impression of him anyway! I never really asked him about WWII, I should have as I can imagine it would have been mind blowing, but you never do ask your parents stuff do you? It's only after they aren't there anymore that you think "Shit, wish I'd ask him/her about so and so", but, of course, by then it's too late.
My dad was fab, my mum on the other hand was a bit too out there! Mum was 10 years younger than dad, so while he was being marched, starving across fields in Germany, she was a kid running around with the rest of the kids gawping at the house of their school teacher which had been bombed and hoping that said poor woman was dead - kids, haven't changed much have they? My dad was one of 11 kids, my mum one of 4 girls! My dad wanted kids, my mum didn't!! Actually they was so chalk and cheese it always amazed me that they stayed together! But stay together they did and they had me! Just me! And I've grown up to be a slightly fucked up mixture of both of them! I love my kids, like my dad did me. Major crisis doesn't faze me just as much as it didn't faze dad and I'm secretly a romantic. But I'm independent like my mum, as mad as a hatter and prone to bouts of depression just as she was. She dreamed of travelling down the Nile and visiting the Valley of the Kings and I dream of living in the countryside on a homestead with chickens and a goat. She never realised her dream and I doubt very much if I'll ever realise mine, but hey ho, what the hell!
Back to birthdays and dad dying. The weirdest thing about the whole death thing was that my dad had gone out and bought me two videos (remember that format folks?) a couple of days before he died and the titles of those videos were 'Drop Dead Fred' and 'Flatliners' - spooky huh!!?? I still can't watch Flatliners without sobbing uncontrollably at the music at the end, although I love the film and Drop Dead Fred has other connotations that I'll go into at a later date. I cannot for the life of me remember what my mum bought me, but then why would I? That birthday was a poignant one and I think dad knew what was coming!
So as to tomorrow! Don't know what is happening, preferably nothing! I'm hoping for a quiet day with a lie in and a few pressies and a big kiss from my wonderful son. Ooo and Going Postal is on Sky1 tomorrow night and I love Terry Pratchet, so all in all it'll be another day with a few extra niceties dropped in! I will probably have a glass of wine or two or maybe even three and I will at some point have an incredible urge to watch Flatliners and have a good cry. Unfortunately I still only have it on video and our video player died years ago and we never replaced it, one day I must go out and replace the movies just so I can remember my dad in my own weird little way, not that he's ever forgotten, but is always remembered most around about now!
I'm going to be 47 tomorrow! 47!! 3 more years and I'll be 50!!! Eeek!!!!! Needless to say I'm not a great celebrator of birthdays anymore. To be honest one birthday rolls into another one and although I'll be a year older and a year nearer to my grave, I don't/won't feel any different tomorrow to how I feel today or to how I felt last year or the year before that or the year before that to be honest!
Actually my birthdays haven't really meant much at all since my dad died! He died 4 days before my 30th birthday! It was sudden, no prolonged illness which is good, but it was a shock and not a pleasant one! He was 70! He was my dad and I loved him. He was a weird little muppet, but that made him even more special. You see my dad had been a prisoner of the Germans in WWII and that kind of made him a man of very few words and someone who never really thought anything was a problem. I mean to say, if you had been through that and survived, petty things like bills, weather, neighbours, kids, etc wouldn't exactly be that much of a big deal would they? Life would be great whatever happened as you'd be thinking that you were bloody lucky to even be alive! After being starving to the point where a piece of mouldy bread found in a field was a feast (and that is one story he told me), not having quite enough spuds for the roast dinner isn't exactly going to bring you out in hives is it? To him all life was good! That's my impression of him anyway! I never really asked him about WWII, I should have as I can imagine it would have been mind blowing, but you never do ask your parents stuff do you? It's only after they aren't there anymore that you think "Shit, wish I'd ask him/her about so and so", but, of course, by then it's too late.
My dad was fab, my mum on the other hand was a bit too out there! Mum was 10 years younger than dad, so while he was being marched, starving across fields in Germany, she was a kid running around with the rest of the kids gawping at the house of their school teacher which had been bombed and hoping that said poor woman was dead - kids, haven't changed much have they? My dad was one of 11 kids, my mum one of 4 girls! My dad wanted kids, my mum didn't!! Actually they was so chalk and cheese it always amazed me that they stayed together! But stay together they did and they had me! Just me! And I've grown up to be a slightly fucked up mixture of both of them! I love my kids, like my dad did me. Major crisis doesn't faze me just as much as it didn't faze dad and I'm secretly a romantic. But I'm independent like my mum, as mad as a hatter and prone to bouts of depression just as she was. She dreamed of travelling down the Nile and visiting the Valley of the Kings and I dream of living in the countryside on a homestead with chickens and a goat. She never realised her dream and I doubt very much if I'll ever realise mine, but hey ho, what the hell!
Back to birthdays and dad dying. The weirdest thing about the whole death thing was that my dad had gone out and bought me two videos (remember that format folks?) a couple of days before he died and the titles of those videos were 'Drop Dead Fred' and 'Flatliners' - spooky huh!!?? I still can't watch Flatliners without sobbing uncontrollably at the music at the end, although I love the film and Drop Dead Fred has other connotations that I'll go into at a later date. I cannot for the life of me remember what my mum bought me, but then why would I? That birthday was a poignant one and I think dad knew what was coming!
So as to tomorrow! Don't know what is happening, preferably nothing! I'm hoping for a quiet day with a lie in and a few pressies and a big kiss from my wonderful son. Ooo and Going Postal is on Sky1 tomorrow night and I love Terry Pratchet, so all in all it'll be another day with a few extra niceties dropped in! I will probably have a glass of wine or two or maybe even three and I will at some point have an incredible urge to watch Flatliners and have a good cry. Unfortunately I still only have it on video and our video player died years ago and we never replaced it, one day I must go out and replace the movies just so I can remember my dad in my own weird little way, not that he's ever forgotten, but is always remembered most around about now!
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