• I keep calling dollars pounds. It only happens when I'm in a rant about something and I'm not concentrating on where I am.
• Boy and I have taken up a hobby of frequenting antique shops and charity shops to see what wonders we can laugh at and enjoy. One of our latest finds charges you in pounds. How much does all the stuff you have found weigh?
• I found a little paper envelope filled with cards from the seventies or later with all their
envelopes, the designs are so old fashioned and dated, but it's an amazing find. If your
birthday is coming up you most likely will be receiving one. Seriously. So amazing.
I'm going to photograph them all.
• I've been swimming once in California. It's so different from home. The way lanes are shared is weird. I stood feeling like the last kid to be picked before someone invited me to share their lane. it was nice of them. I feel like I'm putting on pounds, I think it's because Jon is so skinny.
• The other day in Urban Outfitters I found a cute pair of shorts and they were reduced to a third of their original price. Two of the belt hoops were broken and I asked if that was why they were in sale or if they were damaged afterwards. The guy reduced them even more and I got them for about five pounds fifty. Pleased.
• The days are long and nothing really deviates. I miss my friends and I really miss my family and super duper miss my cat and it pains me to think of the good times I am missing at 'work' and all the high fiving aka hand pounding (for the sake of my pound theme).
Saturday, 9 April 2011
Tuesday, 22 February 2011
11 - mega update
So, I am totally excited that this year is 2011... I love 11... well I at least enjoy them, and they seem to appear at the most random of times. I see them everywhere.
So... let's get cracking on some news.
November and December were super busy times. I was finishing up working at apple, as well as doing night shifts to prepare for Christmas and I was trying to work as much as I could to generate as much mullah as possible.
I had also decided to go ahead with my 'pre wedding' celebration thing, which family from Ireland came over for and I very much appreciated. It was amazing to see them and feel that kind of support and love.
I left Glasgow on 14th December and I was a mess. I was spewing and dry heaving and coughing and gagging and crying and wanting to just forget the whole thing. I had been something close to that for days before, around friends and family and co-workers, just prone to burst into tears at the thought of not being around any more, and especially not being around for christmas. I think the Christmas this augmented everything more than it would it have been if it was another time of year.
I finished work on a Friday and I was so sad. The days prior to that were so quiet because Glasgow was experiencing the worst snow storm ever, and so the shop was dead for a few days... when I say dead I mean, the average amount of people of another shop — it was dead for us.
The next day was all about my party, there was cooking and baking, and decorating and it was so super fun. I'll have to post pictures later there's so many of them and i've not gone through them properly and edited them yet. But the amount of craft stuff was amazing.
There was so much cake, it was awesome. I was very happy at how it all turned out, I just wish more people would have showed up. It was Christmas time and so super cold so it's understandable.
So yeah, I arrived in Salt Lake and we were staying with some of Jon's friends for the week before Christmas then we headed to Sacramento for Christmas and New Year with his family. It's about a 9 hour drive and right before we were going to arrive I started freaking out because I was so nervous and I had Jon pull over at a target so I could do make up and change my gross sweaty T-shirt... I sweat when I drive... it's a nervous thing I think.
Christmas was good. Different, but good. I FaceTimed with my mum and 'had' christmas dinner with them. That was fun. It was definitely hard. Jon tried to over compensate and bought me some pretty awesome presents. Like Season 1 and 2 of Buffy and a Kettle... everyone loves an electric kettle.
While in Sacramento we visited San Francisco and Old Town Sacramento. Both were pretty amazing. The highlight of San Francisco was seeing Bushman. We did the pier, and walked around that area, then went to the Golden Gate Bridge, and we also went down Lombard street (the most crooked street), and we were trying to get to China Town but the traffic was so crazy. It was like we went there on the busiest day of the year, there was just people everywhere and the traffic was terrible. If there was a city to benefit from a really good public transport system it would be there.
It was a super fun day though, and it ended with some Jamba Juice, which always makes me happy. It also started with a cheeky wee photo outside the pixar building. There was nothing to see other than the gate, but it was still fun.
The New year rolled in and we headed back to Utah a few days after.
I got to hang out with Marcus, and Natalie and I got in touch with the Apple store manager in Salt Lake to touch base. They were all rewarding experiences.
Marcus and I did sushi one night and his ordering skills blow my mind. Seriously. He has fantastic ordering.
Natalie and I did swimming, and hot tub and then Whole Foods for lunch and the mall before Jon came to get me. That was also super fun. I love hanging out with her Swedishness.
Blair was also in town for a bit and I got to meet her intended and pig out on Chuck A Rama. There's always room for the Chuck. Fact.
And we hung out with Jon's friend Dan a few times as well, seeing many an awesome movie, like the King's Speech, and the Green Hornet. We also hit up a nickle arcade? A what you ask? yes a Nickle arcade... a large room filled with old arcade machines that all cost a nickle — 5 cents. It was fun. Except some of the machines were broken and would swallow money, it was so lame.
We also did a Jazz game and haggled for tickets outside with scalpers and saved money because we got the tickets for less than they were originally bought for. That was a super fun night. Live basketball was definitely better than on the TV stuff.
All the while looking for work and apartments, and trying to work out how everything was going to work.
While there Sundance also happened which was fun. We did a movie together and Jon did a couple on his own or with Dan. We went to park city the day before for a kind of job thing, and the buzz there was great, so many busy excited people. No one famous though. It was fun to be a part of again. I really enjoy sundance.
We had to leave Utah before I wanted to — I think Jon is happy to be anywhere but Utah — I was sad to go because there was so many people I wanted to see and it was hard because Jon always had to drive me everywhere. We headed to St George where his Mum was looking after her parents for a couple of weeks and stayed with his Grandma. On the way there Jon was feeling sick so I was driving and we got a burst tyre miles from any kind of civilisation. It just seemed like the icing on the cake. Just constantly being kicked while we are down. A kind man stopped and helped us out, and did far beyond he ever should have, it was unreal. It was a rough day though. I ended up with blood and oil all over my trousers and Jon ended up having to lay down $00 for a new tyre. It was disgusting.
While there we did a day trip to Las Vegas and that was super crazy. The last time I was in Vegas I left my camera in the hotel by accident and got very little pictures. So it was good to go overboard this time and take hundreds of shots. There's not much to do in vegas other than wander around and lap up the atmosphere and see the insides of the cool hotels. It was a nice temperature, warm with a slight breeze. Very summery feeling.
It was a great day.
That was the Saturday by the Tuesday we were on the road again and on our way to California. It was the longest most heinous trip of my life. I would go as far as saying it was the worst day ever. We drove from St George to Sacramento via Vegas and Bakersfield. I was sick because I was allergic to St George or Vegas or something and had really bad headaches and congestion. I was grouchy and jon was not happy at having to drive so far (12 hours it took... it was forever).
Everything was just bad. There was very little conversation or laughs. It was horrid.
So we're back in Sacramento area, living with Jon's parents who are lovely as pie for having us, and super lovely to be around. we've been here two weeks and we fill our time with job searches and playing card games. It's tough not having a friends base around like we did in Utah. It gives us very little to do during the day or evening.
I've been here almost 3 months now, which means in the next two weeks we will either be getting married or I'll be coming home. We seem to have the conversation every single week, or day it sometimes feels like, with nothing being resolved. We're just hoping and wishing and praying for some kind of job to work out for Jon. It seems irresponsible getting married when there is no income or prospect of one. It's hard to do know what the best option is.
11 has not turned out to be as epic as I had been anticipating, and i've been anticipating it for a very long time. I love 11. I just hope it turns around. :)
So... let's get cracking on some news.
November and December were super busy times. I was finishing up working at apple, as well as doing night shifts to prepare for Christmas and I was trying to work as much as I could to generate as much mullah as possible.
I had also decided to go ahead with my 'pre wedding' celebration thing, which family from Ireland came over for and I very much appreciated. It was amazing to see them and feel that kind of support and love.
I left Glasgow on 14th December and I was a mess. I was spewing and dry heaving and coughing and gagging and crying and wanting to just forget the whole thing. I had been something close to that for days before, around friends and family and co-workers, just prone to burst into tears at the thought of not being around any more, and especially not being around for christmas. I think the Christmas this augmented everything more than it would it have been if it was another time of year.
I finished work on a Friday and I was so sad. The days prior to that were so quiet because Glasgow was experiencing the worst snow storm ever, and so the shop was dead for a few days... when I say dead I mean, the average amount of people of another shop — it was dead for us.
The next day was all about my party, there was cooking and baking, and decorating and it was so super fun. I'll have to post pictures later there's so many of them and i've not gone through them properly and edited them yet. But the amount of craft stuff was amazing.
There was so much cake, it was awesome. I was very happy at how it all turned out, I just wish more people would have showed up. It was Christmas time and so super cold so it's understandable.
So yeah, I arrived in Salt Lake and we were staying with some of Jon's friends for the week before Christmas then we headed to Sacramento for Christmas and New Year with his family. It's about a 9 hour drive and right before we were going to arrive I started freaking out because I was so nervous and I had Jon pull over at a target so I could do make up and change my gross sweaty T-shirt... I sweat when I drive... it's a nervous thing I think.
Christmas was good. Different, but good. I FaceTimed with my mum and 'had' christmas dinner with them. That was fun. It was definitely hard. Jon tried to over compensate and bought me some pretty awesome presents. Like Season 1 and 2 of Buffy and a Kettle... everyone loves an electric kettle.
While in Sacramento we visited San Francisco and Old Town Sacramento. Both were pretty amazing. The highlight of San Francisco was seeing Bushman. We did the pier, and walked around that area, then went to the Golden Gate Bridge, and we also went down Lombard street (the most crooked street), and we were trying to get to China Town but the traffic was so crazy. It was like we went there on the busiest day of the year, there was just people everywhere and the traffic was terrible. If there was a city to benefit from a really good public transport system it would be there.
It was a super fun day though, and it ended with some Jamba Juice, which always makes me happy. It also started with a cheeky wee photo outside the pixar building. There was nothing to see other than the gate, but it was still fun.
The New year rolled in and we headed back to Utah a few days after.
I got to hang out with Marcus, and Natalie and I got in touch with the Apple store manager in Salt Lake to touch base. They were all rewarding experiences.
Marcus and I did sushi one night and his ordering skills blow my mind. Seriously. He has fantastic ordering.
Natalie and I did swimming, and hot tub and then Whole Foods for lunch and the mall before Jon came to get me. That was also super fun. I love hanging out with her Swedishness.
Blair was also in town for a bit and I got to meet her intended and pig out on Chuck A Rama. There's always room for the Chuck. Fact.
And we hung out with Jon's friend Dan a few times as well, seeing many an awesome movie, like the King's Speech, and the Green Hornet. We also hit up a nickle arcade? A what you ask? yes a Nickle arcade... a large room filled with old arcade machines that all cost a nickle — 5 cents. It was fun. Except some of the machines were broken and would swallow money, it was so lame.
We also did a Jazz game and haggled for tickets outside with scalpers and saved money because we got the tickets for less than they were originally bought for. That was a super fun night. Live basketball was definitely better than on the TV stuff.
All the while looking for work and apartments, and trying to work out how everything was going to work.
While there Sundance also happened which was fun. We did a movie together and Jon did a couple on his own or with Dan. We went to park city the day before for a kind of job thing, and the buzz there was great, so many busy excited people. No one famous though. It was fun to be a part of again. I really enjoy sundance.
We had to leave Utah before I wanted to — I think Jon is happy to be anywhere but Utah — I was sad to go because there was so many people I wanted to see and it was hard because Jon always had to drive me everywhere. We headed to St George where his Mum was looking after her parents for a couple of weeks and stayed with his Grandma. On the way there Jon was feeling sick so I was driving and we got a burst tyre miles from any kind of civilisation. It just seemed like the icing on the cake. Just constantly being kicked while we are down. A kind man stopped and helped us out, and did far beyond he ever should have, it was unreal. It was a rough day though. I ended up with blood and oil all over my trousers and Jon ended up having to lay down $00 for a new tyre. It was disgusting.
While there we did a day trip to Las Vegas and that was super crazy. The last time I was in Vegas I left my camera in the hotel by accident and got very little pictures. So it was good to go overboard this time and take hundreds of shots. There's not much to do in vegas other than wander around and lap up the atmosphere and see the insides of the cool hotels. It was a nice temperature, warm with a slight breeze. Very summery feeling.
It was a great day.
That was the Saturday by the Tuesday we were on the road again and on our way to California. It was the longest most heinous trip of my life. I would go as far as saying it was the worst day ever. We drove from St George to Sacramento via Vegas and Bakersfield. I was sick because I was allergic to St George or Vegas or something and had really bad headaches and congestion. I was grouchy and jon was not happy at having to drive so far (12 hours it took... it was forever).
Everything was just bad. There was very little conversation or laughs. It was horrid.
So we're back in Sacramento area, living with Jon's parents who are lovely as pie for having us, and super lovely to be around. we've been here two weeks and we fill our time with job searches and playing card games. It's tough not having a friends base around like we did in Utah. It gives us very little to do during the day or evening.
I've been here almost 3 months now, which means in the next two weeks we will either be getting married or I'll be coming home. We seem to have the conversation every single week, or day it sometimes feels like, with nothing being resolved. We're just hoping and wishing and praying for some kind of job to work out for Jon. It seems irresponsible getting married when there is no income or prospect of one. It's hard to do know what the best option is.
11 has not turned out to be as epic as I had been anticipating, and i've been anticipating it for a very long time. I love 11. I just hope it turns around. :)
Saturday, 20 November 2010
Nutshell.
Life in a nutshell.
I've been swimming 2.5 times (I think) since my last blog post, and I swam awesome... don't ask me to remember the specific stats.
Car failed it's MOT so i'm just leaving her to rot, or selling her for spares or repair.
I booked my flight and I leave scotland (possibly forever) on december 14th.
I handed in my notice at work and finish up there the week before the 14th.
I am currently on work holiday. Yayy.
I almost went to London for work for a week, but because of the world trade fair I couldn't get a hotel.
For the past two weeks I've been working until 8pm every night except Saturdays.
Yesterday was my first day off that I didn't have to set an alarm clock for and still get up super early for 15 days, sleeping in until 11 felt amazing.
I've been watching all of the Harry Potter movies, in this order: 5, 6, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
My wee brother turned 18 and there was a lot of cake.
For his birthday we're going to go see Jackass 3D... Oh yeah!!!
I went to see Due Date with Toni and there was a middle eastern man next to me with stinky breath who kept laughing so hard he was leaping out his seat, and he kept saying things like 'oh my goodness' and 'oh no' at some of the ridiculous or tense parts.
I also went to see the Social Network with Toni.
Toni's here.
It's awesome.
We have hot chocolated a couple of times and been all around awesome.
November 5th happened and I saw loads of fireworks with claire and we played with sparklers.
I attended one funeral, conveniently on my last day off before yesterday.
I also had lunch after the funeral with nicola, stuart and their cute family as well as Kate and David Browning.
My mum left and went to Ireland for several weeks after she retired back at the beginning of October.
I was left to look after my wee brother and that turned into hell. He was very messy and very very lazy when it came to doing anything house wise.
My Mum is back now... which is awesome.
It's Thanksgiving in my Sister's house today, so I'm going over to get my scran on later.
I've been swimming 2.5 times (I think) since my last blog post, and I swam awesome... don't ask me to remember the specific stats.
Car failed it's MOT so i'm just leaving her to rot, or selling her for spares or repair.
I booked my flight and I leave scotland (possibly forever) on december 14th.
I handed in my notice at work and finish up there the week before the 14th.
I am currently on work holiday. Yayy.
I almost went to London for work for a week, but because of the world trade fair I couldn't get a hotel.
For the past two weeks I've been working until 8pm every night except Saturdays.
Yesterday was my first day off that I didn't have to set an alarm clock for and still get up super early for 15 days, sleeping in until 11 felt amazing.
I've been watching all of the Harry Potter movies, in this order: 5, 6, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
My wee brother turned 18 and there was a lot of cake.
For his birthday we're going to go see Jackass 3D... Oh yeah!!!
I went to see Due Date with Toni and there was a middle eastern man next to me with stinky breath who kept laughing so hard he was leaping out his seat, and he kept saying things like 'oh my goodness' and 'oh no' at some of the ridiculous or tense parts.
I also went to see the Social Network with Toni.
Toni's here.
It's awesome.
We have hot chocolated a couple of times and been all around awesome.
November 5th happened and I saw loads of fireworks with claire and we played with sparklers.
I attended one funeral, conveniently on my last day off before yesterday.
I also had lunch after the funeral with nicola, stuart and their cute family as well as Kate and David Browning.
My mum left and went to Ireland for several weeks after she retired back at the beginning of October.
I was left to look after my wee brother and that turned into hell. He was very messy and very very lazy when it came to doing anything house wise.
My Mum is back now... which is awesome.
It's Thanksgiving in my Sister's house today, so I'm going over to get my scran on later.
Friday, 8 October 2010
Random baby fact
Most nights when I go to bed I breathe a huge sigh of relief and absolutely love the fact that I am horizontal. Sometimes I get giddy about it and wiggle a bit and exclaim how excited I am to be in bed and not have to get out for around eight hours.
The other night I was doing this and my mum was laughing at me and I told her that it's not just the fact that it's bed, it's the fact that I am horizontal. I LOVE BEING HORIZONTAL.
About 45 seconds later, she replied with 'Well that makes sense, because when were you a baby you would hate to be held while you were going to sleep. I would just put you in your bed and you would go to sleep on your own.'
Horizontal. And wiggling.
The other night I was doing this and my mum was laughing at me and I told her that it's not just the fact that it's bed, it's the fact that I am horizontal. I LOVE BEING HORIZONTAL.
About 45 seconds later, she replied with 'Well that makes sense, because when were you a baby you would hate to be held while you were going to sleep. I would just put you in your bed and you would go to sleep on your own.'
Horizontal. And wiggling.
Dreams
Last night I had a dream about hiding from unwanted visitors, and we were all lying on the floor of a house hoping they would go away, because they would just come and trash the place or ruin our lives...it was totally tense, because we were scared to move or do anything in the house for hours... and then, in another dream, I was in a house with some creepy guy and other random creepy friends that I couldn't recognise trying to kill a really really really creepy person. We squashed him and froze him into an ice circle and then made a hole in the floorboards and dropped him back into his own flat and smashed him... but then he defrosted and pulled himself together and then hired acrobats to hang from the ceiling on their acrobat ropes so that they would witness if we tried to kill him again. We kept throwing things at him through the hole in his ceiling/our floor but he kept dodging them.
Weird.
So... my interpretation, using my source material below and knowing my own self would indicate that in dream one with the hiding I am not willing to accept certain aspects of a situation because it would ruin everything and change everything and although they people outside that want to come out might be fun and exciting they are totally lame and will ruin my life and i refuse to change because they are unwanted, but they might actually have some kind of news to reveal to me that I don't want to know because everything will be lame.
And my second dream the person we were trying to kill was insignificant, I've no idea who they were, but I do know that they were annoying, and I think that might be an aspect of myself that I want to eliminate, I find myself gross and annoying currently... and that person we were killing was a repulsive, vile, grotesque human being. I don't know what he had done, but he made me sick. I was also mostly watching the attempted killing which makes me think it might mean That I'm just watching as someone else has to deal with my grossness, and if the killing was based on anger emotions it seems to be that I am just watching as someone else who makes me angry is being eliminated, but won't go away.... meaning that I won't do anything myself about it, but i'm happy to let other people do something about it.
Given that there were acrobats, I'm thinking that the reason I'm angry is that there is not a good balance in my life and that is causing me to want to resolve and 'take care of' the angering source.
Weird.
Hmmmmm.
Acrobat
To see or do acrobats in your dream, suggest that you need to better balance aspects of your life. It could also mean that fears will prevent you from achieving your goals.
Visitor
To have a visitor in your dream, signifies that some important news or information will soon be revealed to you. It may also suggest that love is just around the corner. Alternatively, a visitor indicates that you are experiencing a new phase in your life. If the visitor is unwelcome, then it indicates your refusal to change.
To dream that you are a visitor, suggests that you need to look at the overall picture on some issue. You need to gain a wider perspective on things.
Hiding
To dream that you are hiding, suggests that you are keeping some secret or withholding some information. You may not be facing up to a situation or dealing with some issue. However, you may be getting ready to reveal something and confess before somebody finds out. In particular, to dream that you are hiding from some authority figure (police, parent, teacher...), implies feelings of guilt.
To dream that someone is hiding, indicates that you are looking for a sense of security and protection.
Murder
To dream that you have committed a murder, indicates that you are putting an end to an old habit and a former way of thinking. This could also refer to an end to an addiction. Alternatively, the dream indicates that you have some repressed aggression or rage at yourself or at someone. Note also that dreams of murder occur frequently during periods of depression.
To dream that you witness a murder, indicates deep-seated anger towards somebody. Consider how the victim represents aspects of yourself that you want to destroy or eliminate.
Killing
To dream that you kill someone, indicates that you are on the verge of losing your temper and self-control. Consider the person you have killed and ask yourself if you feel any rage towards him or her in your waking life. Your dream may be expressing some hidden anger. Alternatively, you may be trying to kill an aspect of yourself that is represented by the person killed. Identify the characteristics of this person and ask yourself which of these qualities you are trying to put an end to.
Weird.
So... my interpretation, using my source material below and knowing my own self would indicate that in dream one with the hiding I am not willing to accept certain aspects of a situation because it would ruin everything and change everything and although they people outside that want to come out might be fun and exciting they are totally lame and will ruin my life and i refuse to change because they are unwanted, but they might actually have some kind of news to reveal to me that I don't want to know because everything will be lame.
And my second dream the person we were trying to kill was insignificant, I've no idea who they were, but I do know that they were annoying, and I think that might be an aspect of myself that I want to eliminate, I find myself gross and annoying currently... and that person we were killing was a repulsive, vile, grotesque human being. I don't know what he had done, but he made me sick. I was also mostly watching the attempted killing which makes me think it might mean That I'm just watching as someone else has to deal with my grossness, and if the killing was based on anger emotions it seems to be that I am just watching as someone else who makes me angry is being eliminated, but won't go away.... meaning that I won't do anything myself about it, but i'm happy to let other people do something about it.
Given that there were acrobats, I'm thinking that the reason I'm angry is that there is not a good balance in my life and that is causing me to want to resolve and 'take care of' the angering source.
Weird.
Hmmmmm.
Acrobat
To see or do acrobats in your dream, suggest that you need to better balance aspects of your life. It could also mean that fears will prevent you from achieving your goals.
Visitor
To have a visitor in your dream, signifies that some important news or information will soon be revealed to you. It may also suggest that love is just around the corner. Alternatively, a visitor indicates that you are experiencing a new phase in your life. If the visitor is unwelcome, then it indicates your refusal to change.
To dream that you are a visitor, suggests that you need to look at the overall picture on some issue. You need to gain a wider perspective on things.
Hiding
To dream that you are hiding, suggests that you are keeping some secret or withholding some information. You may not be facing up to a situation or dealing with some issue. However, you may be getting ready to reveal something and confess before somebody finds out. In particular, to dream that you are hiding from some authority figure (police, parent, teacher...), implies feelings of guilt.
To dream that someone is hiding, indicates that you are looking for a sense of security and protection.
Murder
To dream that you have committed a murder, indicates that you are putting an end to an old habit and a former way of thinking. This could also refer to an end to an addiction. Alternatively, the dream indicates that you have some repressed aggression or rage at yourself or at someone. Note also that dreams of murder occur frequently during periods of depression.
To dream that you witness a murder, indicates deep-seated anger towards somebody. Consider how the victim represents aspects of yourself that you want to destroy or eliminate.
Killing
To dream that you kill someone, indicates that you are on the verge of losing your temper and self-control. Consider the person you have killed and ask yourself if you feel any rage towards him or her in your waking life. Your dream may be expressing some hidden anger. Alternatively, you may be trying to kill an aspect of yourself that is represented by the person killed. Identify the characteristics of this person and ask yourself which of these qualities you are trying to put an end to.
Wednesday, 29 September 2010
Cold September Rain.
It's so rainy outside. It's so rainy and it's my day off so I don't have to go outside, there are no requirements binding me to leaving the house today, and that makes me pleased... it's horrid out there.
Apparently it's been a month if not more since my last teen angst rant and update.
It also appears that I had a birthing day during my silence.
I was off work from the 1st September until the 12th. Awesome!
I had a birthingday on the 5th and I didn't do much else other than see friends, hang around the house, go on random walks with the mother and brother and see the ol' flatmates from Dundee. It was awesome though.
I didn't make any resolutions this year, nor do I remember what my last and first songs were, it was quite the odd birthday. I did however, have TWO CAKES!!!
What was that? Two cakes? Yes TWO CAKES!
One was made by Patsy the awesome, who I am in Nursery at church with, and the other was a traditional mother cake.
Both were awesome. I'm in the process of finding my battery charger for my other camera so I can show pictures of the Patsy cake. Yes.
It was honestly one of the best weeks ever because the cakes appeared to be never ending.
The day before birthing day The Mother Brother and I went to the Queen Elizabeth Forest Park... love it. And we ended up climbing a massive steep hill. We thought we were just following the blue path, but the blue path had a great ascension. It was fun though.
I love forest.
There was another walk that we went on towards the end of my time off work, and the path led us through a loch that had dried a little and turned to a marsh, and the sun went down fairly rapidly and we were squelching about in the marsh in the dark, with my 5 year old niece who kept randomly falling over as well. She took it well though, and eventually we had to abandon the non-existence path and make for the road and walk back to the car on the road. It was crazy. It was one of those ones that is kind of scary, but totally fun. If you stood too long in the one place you started sinking as well. Needless to say we were all soaked by the time we got back to the car.
My crafting has hit an all time low, I've not made anything in a while. Although I did make some awesome heart and initial cushions for a flatwarming of a couple of friends from work. I totally forgot to take pictures though, but they were awesome I can assure you.
That flat warming because quite the event because when I left around 2ish I discovered my car had been broken into. LAME. The funny part about it was I got in the car, sat down, looked at the papers and books thrown everywhere and thought 'Oh I'm so silly, I threw my own stuff everywhere and I don't remember.' Then I continued to blame myself when I saw the passenger door unlocked, and the back seats pulled down and my spare tyre in the main portion of my car rather than in it's cave of the boot. I went to grab my seatbelt and then noticed my door. TOTALLY HEINOUS!!! Smash a window car thieves. The yanked out the entire top half of the door about 4 inches, and didn't even scratch the paint. Mental.
The cost of the damage sustained to my car was £670. My insurance company won't pay for it. So I'm currently in a state of limbo, because I was planning to sell my car when I leave I have two choices, pay for the repair and try and get it back to sellable standard, or have the insurance company pay me for the value of the car.
I got Big John and Wee John's garage (you might remember this from the welding fiasco last year and also the wee john pishing himself on the train a couple of years before that) to batter the door back in last Thursday. I wish I had taken pictures... That morning I had to drive a friend to the airport, and I was wearing a raincoat in the car to stop me getting wet. The rain was torrential and there was flooding everywhere, and I had to drive through a massive puddle and at one point my wheels were no longer touching tarmac I was actually doing a chitty chitty bang bang. Further up that same road I watched a car's engine give up and start emitting white smoke because it had been sitting in a big puddle too long, and then someone crashed into the back of him because of all the smoke. It was a complete chaotic morning, and I was soaked because of the door hanging open.
It was actually a major depressant in my life for a while because it was all I could think about. Now that it's back in place I can actually think properly and decide what to do about the door. LAME.
At first I thought the thieving gypos and stolen nothing, but then I realised they had stolen my coppers, a watch belonging to an old friend that tried to fix my brakes years ago and then left his watch behind so I've had it in the boot for 5 years, my scissors that I keep i the car for cutting the cable ties that hold my hub caps on, my wee brother's torch glasses that Jon and I brought to Stirling in January AND.... AND MY OAKLEY'S.
We should have a minute's silence for my Oakleys. Long may they reign. I loved those sunglasses.
So the moral of the story is, keep nothing in your car ever, and leave the doors unlocked. Fact.
I also spent some of my holiday trying to sell things. I sold my old goth boots, a Troll, and I cleaned my microwave from uni to sell, but no one wants it. If anyone wants an awesome microwave point them in my direction.
I've been back at work for a couple of weeks now, and it's been busy, but busy means the time passes faster.
And now, for some pictures. :)
Birthday cake made by Mother. :) This was always the cake she would make for my childhood birthdays. HAPPY!
CANDLES!!! YEAH!
Blowing Face.
More Blowing... The more blowing that happens the older you are. I think this means I'm getting pretty on in years. Jon's still older though.
Blowing out candles is also quite unattractive. MELTED FACE!
Those relighting candles. I got them to go out eventually.
Zero joining in the festivities.
Brother eating chocolate buttons.
Candles?
Birthday scrabble. YES!
The beginning of the marsh walk as the sun began to set. All of the marsh walk photos were taken by Kris, he's been borrowing my camera for his college projects.
Ghost Me.
Blurry Pamer Pie.
Such a nice shot... well done brother of mine.
The Mother and I emerging from the black.
I was showing him how to use the long shutter speed to get awesome light shots.
And he proceeded to use the long shots in the car as well on the drive home.
I think we were near a green traffic light. It looks like slimer just got sucked into the ghost busters' ghost catcher thing.
I love this one, it looks like music.
MELTED FACE. Ahhhhh!
I am the light face, all light comes from me.
Our soaking results. Mother.
Brother.
Me.
Niece. She is also missing in this picture. She was so wet she was stripped and wrapped in blankets when we got back to the car.
The Saturday my car was broken into was also Roadshow Saturday, and Glasgow ward did the Princess Bride, and although I might be slightly bias, I think it was the funniest and most awesome, and the only one that didn't have some kind of weird church reference. I'm never a fan of roadshows that have random missionaries or bishops or something appear in them. LAME. It's like a total cop out. this is Kris/Wesley climbing the impossible cliffs.
Prince Humperdink and the Six Fingered man.
The wedding ceremony of Princess Buttercup and Prince Humperdink. That is my cousin's husband as the minister, and he was very good at the speech impediment R thing.
The Spaniard and the six fingered man about to battle.
The happy ending.
THE CAR. From the inside. I honestly never noticed until i went to get my seatbelt.
Massive gap.
Sunday's game of scrabble. Wicked awesome. The Mother played, and the Brother won. The brother won birthday scrabble too. What's up with that?
And once I find my battery charger I will blog pictures of the other awesome birthday cake. :)
Apparently it's been a month if not more since my last teen angst rant and update.
It also appears that I had a birthing day during my silence.
I was off work from the 1st September until the 12th. Awesome!
I had a birthingday on the 5th and I didn't do much else other than see friends, hang around the house, go on random walks with the mother and brother and see the ol' flatmates from Dundee. It was awesome though.
I didn't make any resolutions this year, nor do I remember what my last and first songs were, it was quite the odd birthday. I did however, have TWO CAKES!!!
What was that? Two cakes? Yes TWO CAKES!
One was made by Patsy the awesome, who I am in Nursery at church with, and the other was a traditional mother cake.
Both were awesome. I'm in the process of finding my battery charger for my other camera so I can show pictures of the Patsy cake. Yes.
It was honestly one of the best weeks ever because the cakes appeared to be never ending.
The day before birthing day The Mother Brother and I went to the Queen Elizabeth Forest Park... love it. And we ended up climbing a massive steep hill. We thought we were just following the blue path, but the blue path had a great ascension. It was fun though.
I love forest.
There was another walk that we went on towards the end of my time off work, and the path led us through a loch that had dried a little and turned to a marsh, and the sun went down fairly rapidly and we were squelching about in the marsh in the dark, with my 5 year old niece who kept randomly falling over as well. She took it well though, and eventually we had to abandon the non-existence path and make for the road and walk back to the car on the road. It was crazy. It was one of those ones that is kind of scary, but totally fun. If you stood too long in the one place you started sinking as well. Needless to say we were all soaked by the time we got back to the car.
My crafting has hit an all time low, I've not made anything in a while. Although I did make some awesome heart and initial cushions for a flatwarming of a couple of friends from work. I totally forgot to take pictures though, but they were awesome I can assure you.
That flat warming because quite the event because when I left around 2ish I discovered my car had been broken into. LAME. The funny part about it was I got in the car, sat down, looked at the papers and books thrown everywhere and thought 'Oh I'm so silly, I threw my own stuff everywhere and I don't remember.' Then I continued to blame myself when I saw the passenger door unlocked, and the back seats pulled down and my spare tyre in the main portion of my car rather than in it's cave of the boot. I went to grab my seatbelt and then noticed my door. TOTALLY HEINOUS!!! Smash a window car thieves. The yanked out the entire top half of the door about 4 inches, and didn't even scratch the paint. Mental.
The cost of the damage sustained to my car was £670. My insurance company won't pay for it. So I'm currently in a state of limbo, because I was planning to sell my car when I leave I have two choices, pay for the repair and try and get it back to sellable standard, or have the insurance company pay me for the value of the car.
I got Big John and Wee John's garage (you might remember this from the welding fiasco last year and also the wee john pishing himself on the train a couple of years before that) to batter the door back in last Thursday. I wish I had taken pictures... That morning I had to drive a friend to the airport, and I was wearing a raincoat in the car to stop me getting wet. The rain was torrential and there was flooding everywhere, and I had to drive through a massive puddle and at one point my wheels were no longer touching tarmac I was actually doing a chitty chitty bang bang. Further up that same road I watched a car's engine give up and start emitting white smoke because it had been sitting in a big puddle too long, and then someone crashed into the back of him because of all the smoke. It was a complete chaotic morning, and I was soaked because of the door hanging open.
It was actually a major depressant in my life for a while because it was all I could think about. Now that it's back in place I can actually think properly and decide what to do about the door. LAME.
At first I thought the thieving gypos and stolen nothing, but then I realised they had stolen my coppers, a watch belonging to an old friend that tried to fix my brakes years ago and then left his watch behind so I've had it in the boot for 5 years, my scissors that I keep i the car for cutting the cable ties that hold my hub caps on, my wee brother's torch glasses that Jon and I brought to Stirling in January AND.... AND MY OAKLEY'S.
We should have a minute's silence for my Oakleys. Long may they reign. I loved those sunglasses.
So the moral of the story is, keep nothing in your car ever, and leave the doors unlocked. Fact.
I also spent some of my holiday trying to sell things. I sold my old goth boots, a Troll, and I cleaned my microwave from uni to sell, but no one wants it. If anyone wants an awesome microwave point them in my direction.
I've been back at work for a couple of weeks now, and it's been busy, but busy means the time passes faster.
And now, for some pictures. :)
Birthday cake made by Mother. :) This was always the cake she would make for my childhood birthdays. HAPPY!
CANDLES!!! YEAH!
Blowing Face.
More Blowing... The more blowing that happens the older you are. I think this means I'm getting pretty on in years. Jon's still older though.
Blowing out candles is also quite unattractive. MELTED FACE!
Those relighting candles. I got them to go out eventually.
Zero joining in the festivities.
Brother eating chocolate buttons.
Candles?
Birthday scrabble. YES!
The beginning of the marsh walk as the sun began to set. All of the marsh walk photos were taken by Kris, he's been borrowing my camera for his college projects.
Ghost Me.
Blurry Pamer Pie.
Such a nice shot... well done brother of mine.
The Mother and I emerging from the black.
I was showing him how to use the long shutter speed to get awesome light shots.
And he proceeded to use the long shots in the car as well on the drive home.
I think we were near a green traffic light. It looks like slimer just got sucked into the ghost busters' ghost catcher thing.
I love this one, it looks like music.
MELTED FACE. Ahhhhh!
I am the light face, all light comes from me.
Our soaking results. Mother.
Brother.
Me.
Niece. She is also missing in this picture. She was so wet she was stripped and wrapped in blankets when we got back to the car.
The Saturday my car was broken into was also Roadshow Saturday, and Glasgow ward did the Princess Bride, and although I might be slightly bias, I think it was the funniest and most awesome, and the only one that didn't have some kind of weird church reference. I'm never a fan of roadshows that have random missionaries or bishops or something appear in them. LAME. It's like a total cop out. this is Kris/Wesley climbing the impossible cliffs.
Prince Humperdink and the Six Fingered man.
The wedding ceremony of Princess Buttercup and Prince Humperdink. That is my cousin's husband as the minister, and he was very good at the speech impediment R thing.
The Spaniard and the six fingered man about to battle.
The happy ending.
THE CAR. From the inside. I honestly never noticed until i went to get my seatbelt.
Massive gap.
Sunday's game of scrabble. Wicked awesome. The Mother played, and the Brother won. The brother won birthday scrabble too. What's up with that?
And once I find my battery charger I will blog pictures of the other awesome birthday cake. :)
Wednesday, 25 August 2010
Tribal envy
So today is officially my day off. Yayy.
And I wanted to go swimming and I was thinking of getting up early to do that so I could avoid the general public at all costs, but no joy. I woke at 11 and was totally sad.
Last week when I went there were too many people. I like to not see any member of the general public on my day off. Call me crazy, but I get an overdose of them every single day that I'm at work, so I'm happy to isolate myself. :)
I've been watching a TV show called 'Can Fat Teens Hunt?' and it's been amazing, it's about 10 fat teenagers from the UK that are sent to an ancient tribe in Borneo and they have to eat rice, frogs, and other such random things that you would find in the jungle.
and they have to make their own find, find their own food, catch their own food, and cleanse their own water.
It was unreal watching some of it. So so lazy.
It was actually crazy. But I was also slightly envious of the tribe. They have their house, they aren't cold, they have each other, their entire day is based upon preparing food and finding food. That's all they have to worry about. No bills, no taxes, no car insurance, no adverts about car insurance, no actual possessions.
It was actually amazing. I am so envious. I wish there was no stress, or pressure of having to live in the west. We are all required to achieve a certain level of success if we want to have a 'good' 'happy' life, but it's all prescribed nonsense. I have no idea when or who set those rules. But it sickens me.
There could be nothing more rewarding than raring and growing your own food and being entirely self sufficient. And not being completely overloaded with images of 'happy' people on TV making you feel depressed because their lives are complete because they use X-brand washing powder. It actually makes me sick.
And even if we do have enough money to buy our food the food is completely processed and flavour enhanced and completely toxic to our bodies.
The world is a mess, and sometimes I think this is it. We're all waiting for some further huge disaster, and life changing event, but this, how the world is right now, is so far from how things should be, that it is terrifying.
I don't look forward to farming, because i'm 100% lazy to it, but I do think that if there was no financial debt to satanic companies, and no constant bombardment of products and adverts and colours, our brains would be able to just relax.
This got really heavy really quickly.
All these thoughts are based off this image
those are all the world possessions of Ghandi.
It's completely cathartic to think about.
So yeah, It's my day off, and I want to be fit and healthy but I want to not see any of the public. It makes for a difficult situation.
Here's an awesome picture of the day to be happy about:
I also watched toddler in tiaras the other night and it was sublime. I loved it, but I felt like I had to hate it at the same time. It was all about little kids in beauty pageants, just like Little Miss Sunshine. Amazing.
And I wanted to go swimming and I was thinking of getting up early to do that so I could avoid the general public at all costs, but no joy. I woke at 11 and was totally sad.
Last week when I went there were too many people. I like to not see any member of the general public on my day off. Call me crazy, but I get an overdose of them every single day that I'm at work, so I'm happy to isolate myself. :)
I've been watching a TV show called 'Can Fat Teens Hunt?' and it's been amazing, it's about 10 fat teenagers from the UK that are sent to an ancient tribe in Borneo and they have to eat rice, frogs, and other such random things that you would find in the jungle.
and they have to make their own find, find their own food, catch their own food, and cleanse their own water.
It was unreal watching some of it. So so lazy.
It was actually crazy. But I was also slightly envious of the tribe. They have their house, they aren't cold, they have each other, their entire day is based upon preparing food and finding food. That's all they have to worry about. No bills, no taxes, no car insurance, no adverts about car insurance, no actual possessions.
It was actually amazing. I am so envious. I wish there was no stress, or pressure of having to live in the west. We are all required to achieve a certain level of success if we want to have a 'good' 'happy' life, but it's all prescribed nonsense. I have no idea when or who set those rules. But it sickens me.
There could be nothing more rewarding than raring and growing your own food and being entirely self sufficient. And not being completely overloaded with images of 'happy' people on TV making you feel depressed because their lives are complete because they use X-brand washing powder. It actually makes me sick.
And even if we do have enough money to buy our food the food is completely processed and flavour enhanced and completely toxic to our bodies.
The world is a mess, and sometimes I think this is it. We're all waiting for some further huge disaster, and life changing event, but this, how the world is right now, is so far from how things should be, that it is terrifying.
I don't look forward to farming, because i'm 100% lazy to it, but I do think that if there was no financial debt to satanic companies, and no constant bombardment of products and adverts and colours, our brains would be able to just relax.
This got really heavy really quickly.
All these thoughts are based off this image
those are all the world possessions of Ghandi.
It's completely cathartic to think about.
So yeah, It's my day off, and I want to be fit and healthy but I want to not see any of the public. It makes for a difficult situation.
Here's an awesome picture of the day to be happy about:
I also watched toddler in tiaras the other night and it was sublime. I loved it, but I felt like I had to hate it at the same time. It was all about little kids in beauty pageants, just like Little Miss Sunshine. Amazing.
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