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. :)