This morning we were playing with the train set. The entire living room floor was covered in an intricate maze of multicoloured track, bumps, bridges and switches.
Then Tommy changes his mind.
Mummy, you tidy this up and I'll carrying on playing with this (pointing to something else).
That kid's got cheek!
Friday, 30 November 2007
Thursday, 29 November 2007
This week I've been training to be a first aider. I can bandage wounds, wounds with embedded objects, burst veins, head injuries and burns, I can even deal with a person whose intestines are hanging out, if this should ever happen in our non-eventful office! Yup, I can make most things look pretty, although not do a lot to actually sort them. It seems the answer in most cases is 999. As a good point, I actually passed the exam (not sure how I would've explained it to work if I didn't).
Also finally managed to find a dress to wear to Y's wedding. A bargain in Primark! And an indecently sized pair of shorts. Yes, they are already introducing thei summer wardrobe! Pretty much finished Christmas shopping, and even came home with a tree which Yuri promptly put up, despite the fact that it's not even December yet. There's just no reasoning with some people.
Also finally managed to find a dress to wear to Y's wedding. A bargain in Primark! And an indecently sized pair of shorts. Yes, they are already introducing thei summer wardrobe! Pretty much finished Christmas shopping, and even came home with a tree which Yuri promptly put up, despite the fact that it's not even December yet. There's just no reasoning with some people.
Saturday, 24 November 2007
Yesterday morning, as I was leaving for work, Tommy came out of the kitchen carrying two crushed eggs in his hands.
"Mummy, I was just making eggs" he said.
He'd removed a box of 18 eggs from the fridge, taken out half of them, and they were lying in a mess of broken shell across the cooker, worktop and floor.
The things the young will do for a bit of scrambled egg!
"Mummy, I was just making eggs" he said.
He'd removed a box of 18 eggs from the fridge, taken out half of them, and they were lying in a mess of broken shell across the cooker, worktop and floor.
The things the young will do for a bit of scrambled egg!
Wednesday, 21 November 2007
And so, to the unnamed person in hiding that thought it would be a smart idea to load the entire database onto disk and send it off with a courier, why? Why did you really have to be so stupid?
Of course it's almost expected from the government really.
What you don't expect is for your employer to keep your personal details in a safe so insecure that when they're broken into, the thief can make off with enough details to quite easily and thoroughly 'become' each member of staff. That's right. Our company's northern office was broken into last night,and the culprit made off with the entire staff's personal data.
To say I'm not feeling at my most secure this evening would be a slight understatement.
Of course it's almost expected from the government really.
What you don't expect is for your employer to keep your personal details in a safe so insecure that when they're broken into, the thief can make off with enough details to quite easily and thoroughly 'become' each member of staff. That's right. Our company's northern office was broken into last night,and the culprit made off with the entire staff's personal data.
To say I'm not feeling at my most secure this evening would be a slight understatement.
Yesterday was a challenge.
I went to the doctors to get some more meds and took the opportunity to explain exactly how much I was struggling with my eating at the moment. I guess I was expecting the doctor to come up with some idea I'd not thought of yet, some sort of cure, anything. Instead, he came up with nothing I hadn't tried already and couldn't seem to understand my frustration that these things didn't work or couldn't practicably be carried off.
It also appears that he's leaving at the end of the month. I asked who I should look to for a replacement and he only page that all of the doctors at the surgery were perfectly nice and understanding. All I could think of was the first doctor I saw there, whose only suggestion was to 'pull [myself] together'.
Needless to say, by the time I left I was feeling thouroughly demoralised and upset.
I didn't want to go to OA after all that, I didn't have the energy for it.
Last night's topic was acceptance. It's so frustrating the way people make acceptance seem so easy. But I have trouble with acceptance.
To me, actually being able to accept has a lot to do with being able to give things over to your higher power, relinquishing control of yours actions, and more especially your emotions, to something or someone greater than yourself.
But what happens when you and your higher power are having issues and you find that you just can't give over that control. What happens when that first step of 12 depend on the relationship between you and your higher power and the two me you just can't pull it together?
I went to the doctors to get some more meds and took the opportunity to explain exactly how much I was struggling with my eating at the moment. I guess I was expecting the doctor to come up with some idea I'd not thought of yet, some sort of cure, anything. Instead, he came up with nothing I hadn't tried already and couldn't seem to understand my frustration that these things didn't work or couldn't practicably be carried off.
It also appears that he's leaving at the end of the month. I asked who I should look to for a replacement and he only page that all of the doctors at the surgery were perfectly nice and understanding. All I could think of was the first doctor I saw there, whose only suggestion was to 'pull [myself] together'.
Needless to say, by the time I left I was feeling thouroughly demoralised and upset.
I didn't want to go to OA after all that, I didn't have the energy for it.
Last night's topic was acceptance. It's so frustrating the way people make acceptance seem so easy. But I have trouble with acceptance.
To me, actually being able to accept has a lot to do with being able to give things over to your higher power, relinquishing control of yours actions, and more especially your emotions, to something or someone greater than yourself.
But what happens when you and your higher power are having issues and you find that you just can't give over that control. What happens when that first step of 12 depend on the relationship between you and your higher power and the two me you just can't pull it together?
Tuesday, 20 November 2007
Why do bus drivers stop so far away from the bus stop because they won't wait for the traffic to move on, and then refuse to stop at the actual stop. Even when they have a half empty bus.
I'm sure there must be some kind considerate bus drivers in the world. They just don't seem to show their faces in London.
I'm sure there must be some kind considerate bus drivers in the world. They just don't seem to show their faces in London.
Monday, 19 November 2007
Sushi, shoes, coffee, late arrivals, 15 fabric shops, christmas shopping. Searching for a road that doesn't exist, nasty hovel, day spent in casualty. 44 dresses, getting soaked in freezing pouring rain, Tommy choosing cheese and garlic and mushrooms and king kong (tomato ketchup) for his pizza topping, Shrek 3.
And, to expand on my weekend adventures:
Sushi because M works at a sushi place and can get it for cheap.
Shoes because V wanted more comfortable ones.
Coffee because we were waiting for B.
Late arrivals because B was late.
15 fabric shops because we were looking for material for Y's wedding dress and me and V's dresses to wear to the wedding.
Christmas shopping because I was in town anyways.
Searching for a road because I was told the wrong place.
Nasty hovel because B's place is. Trust me on that one.
Day spent in casualty because V was taken ill. She's home and much better now.
44 dresses because I still hadn't found any material.
Getting soaked in the rain because I was in search of an illusive fabric shop.
Tommy choosing his pizza toppings and Shrek 3 because we were in need of a feel good evening!
And, to expand on my weekend adventures:
Sushi because M works at a sushi place and can get it for cheap.
Shoes because V wanted more comfortable ones.
Coffee because we were waiting for B.
Late arrivals because B was late.
15 fabric shops because we were looking for material for Y's wedding dress and me and V's dresses to wear to the wedding.
Christmas shopping because I was in town anyways.
Searching for a road because I was told the wrong place.
Nasty hovel because B's place is. Trust me on that one.
Day spent in casualty because V was taken ill. She's home and much better now.
44 dresses because I still hadn't found any material.
Getting soaked in the rain because I was in search of an illusive fabric shop.
Tommy choosing his pizza toppings and Shrek 3 because we were in need of a feel good evening!
Tuesday, 13 November 2007
You know what I hate about Christmas...
...the magazines.
It's only November, but as far as any magazine I pick up is concerned, I should be obsessing about what to eat (for the next three Christmasses). And/or, if I'm not obsessing about what to eat, I should be obsessing about what dress to wear, or style of make up to try out.
Well I have news for those magazines. It's business as usual in this household till the very last minute. And even the, I will not be worrying about the sparkliness of my outfit or eyeshadow. And I most certainly will not be worrying about the correct way to stuff a turkey.
Thank you for listening to today rant. Please tune in later for the next episode.
It's only November, but as far as any magazine I pick up is concerned, I should be obsessing about what to eat (for the next three Christmasses). And/or, if I'm not obsessing about what to eat, I should be obsessing about what dress to wear, or style of make up to try out.
Well I have news for those magazines. It's business as usual in this household till the very last minute. And even the, I will not be worrying about the sparkliness of my outfit or eyeshadow. And I most certainly will not be worrying about the correct way to stuff a turkey.
Thank you for listening to today rant. Please tune in later for the next episode.
Monday, 12 November 2007
What a weekend!
Saturday we headed off to the Lord Mayor's Show and Fireworks, running late as usual. Tommy was quite happy to watch the army men, army vehicles, horses and dogs, but not incredibly fussed about the rest of it. He seemed to be at his happiest when given a lollipop by a passing soldier. Then he decided his favourite part was the truck that bore a passing resemblance to bonecrusher (think Transformers).
His favour soon headed towards lunch at Pizza Hut where he happily helped us to devour a rather large pizza before trying to wander off on his own to wash his hands.
By the time we headed off to watch the fireworks, we were struggling to keep him awake. He woke right up when they started, and spent the entire show with his hands clapped over his ears because the fireworks were "too noisy!" He watched some of them, watched a few more reflecting off of a coach window, and burried his head in my shoulder for the really loud ones. Nevertheless, only a few minutes after they'd finished, his favourite part of the day was the fireworks!
Then the lightsaber. Of course, how can you resist buying cheap carnival toys to keep him happy!
Then we headed off to Y & M's for dinner, and more importantly, for Tommy to repetitively kill M with his lightsaber. Until he fell asleep. He wouldn't wake up to go home, so I made the mistake of carrying him. Like a baby. All the way to the bus stop. Then from the bus to the station. Then all the way home. I'm still feeling muscles I didn't know I had!
Sunday we had Y & M, V & C and B & A over. I cooked and M ate all his vegetables! The guys went out filming. The boys played on the playstation. Us girls looked at dresses for Y's wedding. Despite the trauma of having to try and find something that a) fits, b) looks good, and c) hides a multitude of sins, I am really happy with what's going to be made. It sparkles!
Saturday we headed off to the Lord Mayor's Show and Fireworks, running late as usual. Tommy was quite happy to watch the army men, army vehicles, horses and dogs, but not incredibly fussed about the rest of it. He seemed to be at his happiest when given a lollipop by a passing soldier. Then he decided his favourite part was the truck that bore a passing resemblance to bonecrusher (think Transformers).
His favour soon headed towards lunch at Pizza Hut where he happily helped us to devour a rather large pizza before trying to wander off on his own to wash his hands.
By the time we headed off to watch the fireworks, we were struggling to keep him awake. He woke right up when they started, and spent the entire show with his hands clapped over his ears because the fireworks were "too noisy!" He watched some of them, watched a few more reflecting off of a coach window, and burried his head in my shoulder for the really loud ones. Nevertheless, only a few minutes after they'd finished, his favourite part of the day was the fireworks!
Then the lightsaber. Of course, how can you resist buying cheap carnival toys to keep him happy!
Then we headed off to Y & M's for dinner, and more importantly, for Tommy to repetitively kill M with his lightsaber. Until he fell asleep. He wouldn't wake up to go home, so I made the mistake of carrying him. Like a baby. All the way to the bus stop. Then from the bus to the station. Then all the way home. I'm still feeling muscles I didn't know I had!
Sunday we had Y & M, V & C and B & A over. I cooked and M ate all his vegetables! The guys went out filming. The boys played on the playstation. Us girls looked at dresses for Y's wedding. Despite the trauma of having to try and find something that a) fits, b) looks good, and c) hides a multitude of sins, I am really happy with what's going to be made. It sparkles!
Sunday, 11 November 2007
And the moral of the story is...
when on the night bus, never try to change a sleeping boy who's wet himself!
More adventures from yesterday to follow soon.
More adventures from yesterday to follow soon.
Friday, 9 November 2007
This morning I was not a happy bunny. The carrot sticks I normally have for lunch were out the window. Along with the salsa I'd normally have with them. Or the salad I'd have instead. There was nothing in the kitchen to take for lunch so I'd have to buy something.
It was only on the way to work, when I realised what that meant: free reign with cash to buy whatever I wanted. Also known as panic.
What to choose, what to buy. Anything could tip those delicately balanced scales. And what about the points of it all. How could I pull it all together now my carefully crafted routine and plan ice been so carelessly broken. The mindfield me choice was enough to start the tremblings of a panic attack. So I got hold of Y.
She was kind enough to talk me through it; enough to get me through lunchtime.
We talked about obsession; that maybe using weight watchers as my food plan is another way of acting out my obsession with food. That as long as I'm putting in a moderate amount it suitable times each day, that's enough. While I see Y's point, I don't think I'm ready for that. I still have too many stones to loose.
I bought sushi. It was five points too many. But I did it. I got through.
It was only on the way to work, when I realised what that meant: free reign with cash to buy whatever I wanted. Also known as panic.
What to choose, what to buy. Anything could tip those delicately balanced scales. And what about the points of it all. How could I pull it all together now my carefully crafted routine and plan ice been so carelessly broken. The mindfield me choice was enough to start the tremblings of a panic attack. So I got hold of Y.
She was kind enough to talk me through it; enough to get me through lunchtime.
We talked about obsession; that maybe using weight watchers as my food plan is another way of acting out my obsession with food. That as long as I'm putting in a moderate amount it suitable times each day, that's enough. While I see Y's point, I don't think I'm ready for that. I still have too many stones to loose.
I bought sushi. It was five points too many. But I did it. I got through.
Thursday, 8 November 2007
I win!
Last month my sister-in-law and I went to a magazine event in a high street store. The basic premise is too many twentysomethings in a small shop with clothes and booze, all queueing for hours for manicures and goody bags. Sounds like hell? You're possibly right. But I'm not exactly the type to turn down free stuff.
This evening sister-in-law backed out at the last minute and I was just contemplating leaving the manicure queue when the prize draw was announced.
I am now the proud owner of a very expensive handbag and I'm nearly at the front of the queue.
Thankfully, though, someone invented mobile internet.
This evening sister-in-law backed out at the last minute and I was just contemplating leaving the manicure queue when the prize draw was announced.
I am now the proud owner of a very expensive handbag and I'm nearly at the front of the queue.
Thankfully, though, someone invented mobile internet.
Money makes the world go round...
... or at least the office anyway.
There's a copy of London Careers floating around and as you can guess, those jobs do have to be looked at in hushed meetings with other hard done by secretaries. Of course there's a page for IP.
I've always been under the impression that my salary level is significantly below the others because of levels of experience and the amount of time we've each been go the job. But, it appears that even the senior secretary is earning less than £30.
Suddenly my £26 doesn't seem quite so bad.
Scratch that - we're all just bad off.
There's a copy of London Careers floating around and as you can guess, those jobs do have to be looked at in hushed meetings with other hard done by secretaries. Of course there's a page for IP.
I've always been under the impression that my salary level is significantly below the others because of levels of experience and the amount of time we've each been go the job. But, it appears that even the senior secretary is earning less than £30.
Suddenly my £26 doesn't seem quite so bad.
Scratch that - we're all just bad off.
Wednesday, 7 November 2007
I'm back. Hopefully. Completly inspired by an old friend to blog agin, I thought I'd get my thoughts down as and when they happen (and definately before they're lost forever) by setting up my phone to blog from there.
Little did I know the extreme technical abilities required to implement such a change!
Little did I know the extreme technical abilities required to implement such a change!
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