I don't know whether to laugh, cry or scream... Deacon picked me up from work in the Pulsar yesterday. Am scared for the following reasons:
1. My husband can't drive unless he is going at warp speed.
2. Neighbours! The exhaust is so loud that I can hear him coming from about 10 miles away (slight exaggeration but I will be investing in a pair of industrial ear muffs.)
3. There are only so many points that you can get on a license before being banned.
4. Petrol, it drinks a lot of it.
5. I am now rated after a car as well as the telly in our house.
Thursday, September 25, 2003
Tuesday, September 23, 2003
ROOOAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR beep beep!
Picking up our Nissan Pulsar GTIR tomorrow. For those of you who have commented that you don't like the look of them.. TOUGH POO, doesn't matter anyway 'cause it's so fast that you won't see it for very long. If you do manage to 'spot' it; check out the number plate, last three letters are BYE.
Work Ethics
Myself and others around me in the office at work have been trying to get to grips with a new phone system.. Nothing unusual I hear you say, however it seems that the world of work gets to some people more than others. What I am about to tell you is almost like the adult version of the time when you were a kid when you accidentally called your teacher mum….
Yes, one of my work colleagues actually sparked up a fag in the office, I can’t believe that she did it! I nearly wet my pants and then some…. What was even more amusing is that we’re still not sure if our Director saw her or not… tee hee!!!!
Yes, one of my work colleagues actually sparked up a fag in the office, I can’t believe that she did it! I nearly wet my pants and then some…. What was even more amusing is that we’re still not sure if our Director saw her or not… tee hee!!!!
Sunday, September 14, 2003
Two votes to one....nurrrrrr!
As usual I had to endure the Saturday night video shop ooberlooba (as predicted). I can only say one thing. The hours is a corkingly good film. mooaahhahahahaha.... I win!
For those car nuts out there, Deacon and I test drove our soon to be next car today.... A Nissan Pulsar GTIR. Very errmmm fast car, can't understand why a sick bag doesn't come as standard though?
For those car nuts out there, Deacon and I test drove our soon to be next car today.... A Nissan Pulsar GTIR. Very errmmm fast car, can't understand why a sick bag doesn't come as standard though?
Saturday, September 13, 2003
Saturday
Hi all, I'm back and it's Saturday. Having fallen off the diet wagon on Thursday thanks to someone's birthday at work. (not very considerate are they!) I indulged in one of Asda's finest milk chocolate cookies, needless to say this led on to a pub lunch on Friday....Am truly crap. Never mind, diet starts again on Monday....!
Anyway it's nearly Saturday evening and have barely moved from the couch all day. Found many a bad movie on Sky that I just had to watch in case the ending was not what I thought it would be. (obviously, the ending was exactly as I thought it would be..) Have successfully avoided human contact with most people all day apart from my Mum and Annabel who were both in a far better state than I was as they actually managed to lift their fingers to dial my number.
Deacon is still in bed. This is not out of extreme laziness, it's because he works nights. This does not stop me thinking that he is a lazy barstard and should have been up and out of bed hours ago....
See tomorrows post to see if I win the war of the films.... Bets on whether I manage to get my husband to watch 'The Hours', or will I once again be subjected to lame action/thriller/horror, or worst of all... A B MOVIE!!!!!
Anyway it's nearly Saturday evening and have barely moved from the couch all day. Found many a bad movie on Sky that I just had to watch in case the ending was not what I thought it would be. (obviously, the ending was exactly as I thought it would be..) Have successfully avoided human contact with most people all day apart from my Mum and Annabel who were both in a far better state than I was as they actually managed to lift their fingers to dial my number.
Deacon is still in bed. This is not out of extreme laziness, it's because he works nights. This does not stop me thinking that he is a lazy barstard and should have been up and out of bed hours ago....
See tomorrows post to see if I win the war of the films.... Bets on whether I manage to get my husband to watch 'The Hours', or will I once again be subjected to lame action/thriller/horror, or worst of all... A B MOVIE!!!!!
Thursday, September 11, 2003
Wednesday, September 10, 2003
Monday, September 08, 2003
But they definitely count on a Monday...hmmmphhh!
It is a Monday.
Monday equates to diet.
All diets start on a Monday....
they have done for the past 15 years.
So not wanted to disappoint anyone, I have started my Monday diet with a vengeance this week. In keeping with my all or nothing lifestyle I have also started a new exercise regime. (in addition to giving up smoking 5 weeks ago..)
ho hum.... at least I haven't given up alcohol or sex...
Monday equates to diet.
All diets start on a Monday....
they have done for the past 15 years.
So not wanted to disappoint anyone, I have started my Monday diet with a vengeance this week. In keeping with my all or nothing lifestyle I have also started a new exercise regime. (in addition to giving up smoking 5 weeks ago..)
ho hum.... at least I haven't given up alcohol or sex...
Friday, September 05, 2003
Thursday, September 04, 2003
C.C.B...Poogey the demon obsessive - or is it?
My Husband believes that I have what he refers to as 'Compulsive Cleaning Behaviour' as to him I spend an unnecessary amount of time ensuring that our house is clean and tidy. Am I the only person who finds cleaning therapeutic??
I am in-fact married to 'stig in the dump'. Deacon (my husband) collects random stuff and is as happy as a pig in shit when he is down our local recycling centre picking out 'bargains' and bringing them home and presenting them to me as 'gifts'. Previous prize purchases include a bath, a microwave, a bathroom sink, a metal gate (that doesn't fit), a kitchen sink!? etc etc etc..... Give him credit where credit is due, he has saved us a bob or two over the years, however this is only the start of his hobby to take on a fictional childrens book character.
When I arrive home from work, I could tell you exactly where Deacon has been due to the trail of oblivion that seems to follow his around. I have come to the conclusion that not only does he collect and store crap dating back to his pre-pubescent years, he is on a mission to see exactly how long it will be before I crack under the mess and give in to his hunter/gatherer instincts.
Secretly I have to bin stuff when he is at work....if he catches me giving stuff away to charity he will put half of it back...'because you never know.........it might come in handy!'
So let's turn this around..What is the meaning of C.C.B.????? - Compulsive Collecting Behaviour me thinks!!!!!
I am in-fact married to 'stig in the dump'. Deacon (my husband) collects random stuff and is as happy as a pig in shit when he is down our local recycling centre picking out 'bargains' and bringing them home and presenting them to me as 'gifts'. Previous prize purchases include a bath, a microwave, a bathroom sink, a metal gate (that doesn't fit), a kitchen sink!? etc etc etc..... Give him credit where credit is due, he has saved us a bob or two over the years, however this is only the start of his hobby to take on a fictional childrens book character.
When I arrive home from work, I could tell you exactly where Deacon has been due to the trail of oblivion that seems to follow his around. I have come to the conclusion that not only does he collect and store crap dating back to his pre-pubescent years, he is on a mission to see exactly how long it will be before I crack under the mess and give in to his hunter/gatherer instincts.
Secretly I have to bin stuff when he is at work....if he catches me giving stuff away to charity he will put half of it back...'because you never know.........it might come in handy!'
So let's turn this around..What is the meaning of C.C.B.????? - Compulsive Collecting Behaviour me thinks!!!!!
First Day of Blog
So I am now officially blogging thanks to my big bruv - Maffydoo who manages to find all sorts of random stuff to do on the internet. Thought that it would be interesting for other people to read the weird stuff that I have to say as to be honest I spend most of my time babbling about nonsense. Here's to good reading......eat your heart out Bridget Jones....xxx
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