Friday, July 20, 2007

Oh the Decisions

Well hello again my little monkey pals.

I have to tell you that I have a huge grin on my face. I would have had this grin yesterday but I was in to much pain with my arthritis to be all happy and smiling. Hospital shot me full of drugs and now I am back to being all grinny and silly.

Far to early for this sort of muppetryness but I have just met this guy that I quite like.

I know, I know. Every so often I come on here and witter about a guy I met and liked and then 3 days later I never hear from him again and neither do you.

So this is what will probably happen again but I am a creature of habit and therefore need to blather about how fab he is for the 3 days I know him. *grin*

This guy I even tried to put off and told him all the horror stories about being in hospital, crying in pain and generally being sick most of the time. Not only did this not seem to bother him but he saw it for himself in the morning (yes, I'm a pratt - as one of my friends told me) and he just gave me a hug and text me later checking I was ok and that he had been worried about me. Now I know that they say any relationship should be based on honesty but I may have text back telling him that I was fine and just needed to "get going" when I was actually in agony and ended up in hospital again...


Oh well, trying to scare the boy is one thing, making him totally freak out is another. My darling Lorna actually made a guy look like he was about to cry by accusing him of putting me in hospital (is it bad that this happens quite often?) and it took me ages to assure the guy that he didn't (which now I'm kinda thinking may have been wrong...) and that I was fine.

And this guy is sooooooooo tall. I think I only come up to his elbow. And his jeans may actually be longer than I am...

He's very cute though and oh my god what a body...!

Monday, July 16, 2007

Growing Up...

...In the 1940's*, 50's*, 60's*, or 70's*

First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us.

They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a tin, and didn't get tested for diabetes.

Then after that trauma, our baby cots were covered with bright colored lead-based paints.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking ..

As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.

Riding in the back of a van - loose - was always great fun.

We drank water from the garden hosepipe and NOT from a bottle.

We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.

We ate cakes, white bread and real butter and drank pop with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because......WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!!

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.

No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem .

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, no video tape movies, no surround sound, no cell phones, no text messaging, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms..........WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents .

We played with worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever. We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and although we were told it would happen, we did not poke out any eyes.

We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them!

Local teams had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!

This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever! The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL!

You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives for our own good.

And while you are at it, show it to your kids so they will know how brave their parents were!

* No I am not old enough to have grown up in any of the listed decades**...!

** But Lorna is...

Bad Parenting

Well I thought it was funny...

I have had such a busy weekend.

Out Friday (total waste of time) then was even more knackered as people think that 2am is THE time to be texting me. I got more texts and phone calls between the hours of 1am and 4am on Friday and Saturday than I did in the rest of the week! They were nice texts and phone calls though. Had a huge chat with a mate at 2am on Saturday night (technically Sunday morning), it was nice.

Out Saturday which was much more pointful.

Kiddies birthday party on Sunday. I hid in the kitchen with the kettle and the tea bags/ milk/ sugar (and cheese and pineapple sticks which I really annoyed Lorna by eating before the party started) etc so by the time the kids left I was on total caffeine high!

Then got lost (twice - though technically the first time I wasn't lost I just thought I was so went a different way and got lost...) on the way to Darlington because I was told that the A66 was closed. It wasn't, as I manaaged to get back that way as I missed the turn I was supposed to make to go the wrong way which would have been the right way if the road had been closed?

Got that?

No, because it is all stupidly confusing?

Tough. Try driving it. In the rain!

Monday, July 09, 2007

I am Jacks' Broken Heart

Can you tell I have been watching Fight Club?

I have to admit I did not have the greatest weekend in history - in fact, even by my standards, it was bloody awful.

Although, and this sounds really geeky, I got hugs off the people I really needed them from. That could possibly be the worst English ever! I must be feeling bad for my grammar to suffer so much.

One friend took me out and listened to me have my own little break down, all the while not telling me "Yes you are an insane freak, I'm calling the men in white coats now. If I'm lucky they will start the shock treatment immediately!"

We have had issues in the past but they are totally appreciated and one of my closest friends - I wouldn't change our relationship for the world, weird as it is. I love them, completely.

Then the guy I am nuts over came to see me. Mostly just to say that he wouldn't be coming round, just to confuse me. This one is possibly even more complicated than the one above. Well sometimes it is and sometimes it isn't - depends on my mood and as I am in a strange mood it is a strange relationship.

Apparently one look told him that I wasn't 100% and I just got the nicest hug. Lots of them too. We haven't had that sort of relationship so far so for him to just give me a huge hug was really nice as it was just to comfort me. None of the usual antics that we get tend to get up to when ever we see each other. He is really huggable too. For those that know my friend, Bob, well it turns out that he is a Bob-hugger. Which just means that you just seem to get wrapped up in these huge strong arms and you feel really safe and protected. It's a really nice feeling and was really needed yesterday. I realise, rereading that, it makes very little sense but as I know what I am trying to say I'm not gonna try and explain more clearly as it will just confuse even more and smoke will start coming out of my ears (it is Monday after all).

I'm still feeling crap but I think that is more to do with my health than anything my head is going through. Sometimes I think that everything I have had to deal with since 2003 is trying to catch up with me. Usually I am doing so much that everything doesn't have a chance to keep up with me and if it does then I usually ignore it until it goes away. Now I am trying to slow down a bit it seems my brain has more time to examine everything. So my body may be coping better but my head is imploding.

I'm being over dramatic aren't I?

Mebbe I need some sleep. More likely, a cup of tea. Amazing how tea can cure so much. Think I shall try out that healing brew and speak to you all later.

Love P. xxx

Friday, July 06, 2007

Still No Pictures

I have really gotten rubbish at this blogging malarky. You would think I had gone out and got myself a life and am just to busy now but do not worry - I assure you that is not the case.

On the other hand my little commentators seem to have gotten bored and wandered off to comment elsewhere so mebbe my blog is just no longer interesting enough to hold their attention *prods Lorna and Charlie*...

Speaking of Lorna she is here to take me to the hospital - mebbe I will find a cute doctor to take care of me while I'm there!

Laters. xxx

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

What is With the One Post a Month?!?

Getting rubbish aren't I?

Well not been long back after jetting off to Alicante for a working holiday paid for (so kindly) by the company.

Managed to lay on the beach and do enough shopping to make it worthwhile. Oh, did some work to...

I have lots of pics including me with Javier's motorbike (which he took me out on!!! I'm such a speed freak) which I will have to get Lorna to send to me.

However the laptop is still being an arse - I MUST get it fixed - anyone know any good places?

Not at work tomorrow - I need the lie in as have a busy weekend ahead. Working Saturday (yes - this is me slowing down and taking it easy) and then have to spend all Sunday firmly wedged in front of the TV watching Hamilton (hopefully) kick Alonso's arse all the way back to Spain! I have a good humoured rivalry with Javier (who is Spanish and therefore an Alonso fan) and I really need Hamilton to win and to win well as I may have been on a horse that is about 4 miles high about how great Hamilton is so far...

*looks sheepish* Yes - I am a total bandwagon girl as I had never heard of him before the first race of the season...

But in my defense C'MON HAMILTON!

Yes I know that isn't a defense but it's my blog and as High Judge I grant myself privilege of acting like an arse.

Anyway - pics of me acting like an arse will follow soonist. Promise*.

*Er... Kinda...