I think it's been an absolute age since I've looked forward to a weekend as much as I'm looking forward to the one on the horizon.. The one that starts in about five hours physically and has already begun mentally.
I'd love to tell you of my glamourous plans for world domination, but the truth is that I have nothing planned for the weekend whatsoever and that, friends, is a fucking awesome feeling. And when I say nothing, I mean nothing.
Nada + Zip = Sweet Fuck All
In food related weekend news: I've already been told by my partner in crime that I'm making pancakes tomorrow morning, and I'm thinking they're going to be banana and pecan pancakes. Why? Because I can. And you know there will be bacon sammiches on Sunday because there are *always* bacon sammiches on Sundays.
It's, like, the law.
I think I might try to stay in my slousers (why, yes, that is the technical term for 'slouchy trousers') for an entire day while playing Guitar Hero World Tour and DJ Hero until my ears and fingers bleed. I forsee some bad movie watching in bed under the best and most cloud-like duvet in the world. Who knows, I just might convince myself to sleep a bit more than usual.
Okay, I know that's not very likely. One of the dangers of getting up at 4:45am Monday through Friday is that my body/brain doesn't quite get that it should sleep past that time on Saturday and Sunday. We shall see.. there's always crap television on somewhere.
Ooh! Maybe I'll take one of those new-fangled, rumoured pleasurable naps I've heard so much about! The problem with that is I'll feel like I've missed out on hours of excitement and fun. Truth is, I'll be vacantly absent for hours of lovely nothingness. I'd hate to miss that. I do love a bit of nothing and everything, you see.
Window shopping! Maybe we'll go into town (the new small but bigger town I live in, not smelly, hot, tourist infected London) and grab a coffee and peruse the shops... I hear there's a new Argos catalogue out. That, in itself, could keep me busy for ten to 20 minutes at least. Who wouldn't want to plan their Elizabeth Duke jewelry purchases in advance?*
Right. My mind is totally ticking over at the thought of so much free time and so little responsibility. I have a few things that need doing before I check out for the weekend ... Blergh. Maybe we'll talk about those in a later post.
I'll give you a hint.. it'll most likely be a bit of a rant about how everyone deserves to be treated like a person, regardless of what you think they've done or not done to you or someone you know.
I know, right? It's gonna be a heckuva lotta fun to write and read that.
Stay crazy, kids...
30 July 2010
14 July 2010
Seriously, how LONG has it been since I last posted anything? I suppose I could give you a life run down if you thought that might be excuse worthy and / or helpful?
This August will make ten years for me in London .. to celebrate, I'm uh, getting the hell out of the city! The sparkle of urban life has worn thin for me over the past few years and while it's awesomesauce to have so much culture on the doorstep, well.. I'm tired of the grime, noise and general overcrowding. Recent changes in my life have made it possible for me to escape and I'm pretty happy about it. I'm not going that far, just a few miles north, but far enough to not have to cope with things I dislike 24/7.
Having said that, I'll still commute into the city on a daily basis, so I suppose if I start to miss the filth, smog, grime and people bumping into me without so much as an excuse me, I'll still be able to get my fill.
I was going to continue on to tell you all about the warm summer we're having.. but uh, I'm back in tights today as it's gone a bit blergh at the moment. So, I'll save my summer talk for another time. I will say this, the humidity can fuck right off. My hair and I are incredibly grumpy. 'Frizzy Puffabll Head' is not a good look, I'm just saying. I mean, I'm still rocking it but it takes effort.
In reference to the aforementioned life changes.. well, they're still changing. Some days are better than others but in general, one bit is pretty fucking crap and the other bit is pretty fucking awesome.
That's me folks, I'm a walking dichotomy.
This August will make ten years for me in London .. to celebrate, I'm uh, getting the hell out of the city! The sparkle of urban life has worn thin for me over the past few years and while it's awesomesauce to have so much culture on the doorstep, well.. I'm tired of the grime, noise and general overcrowding. Recent changes in my life have made it possible for me to escape and I'm pretty happy about it. I'm not going that far, just a few miles north, but far enough to not have to cope with things I dislike 24/7.
Having said that, I'll still commute into the city on a daily basis, so I suppose if I start to miss the filth, smog, grime and people bumping into me without so much as an excuse me, I'll still be able to get my fill.
I was going to continue on to tell you all about the warm summer we're having.. but uh, I'm back in tights today as it's gone a bit blergh at the moment. So, I'll save my summer talk for another time. I will say this, the humidity can fuck right off. My hair and I are incredibly grumpy. 'Frizzy Puffabll Head' is not a good look, I'm just saying. I mean, I'm still rocking it but it takes effort.
In reference to the aforementioned life changes.. well, they're still changing. Some days are better than others but in general, one bit is pretty fucking crap and the other bit is pretty fucking awesome.
That's me folks, I'm a walking dichotomy.
8 June 2010
Oh how I hate to ignore you.. No, really, I do.
There's so much to say yet nothing that I want to share with the world as these days it seems whatever nonsense I spout is often taken the wrong way or relatively harshly judged.
So uh, Hi.. it's me.
I took the day off yesterday and revelled in the chance to avoid responsibility for anything more important than scoring hot cinnamon and sugar donuts at the seaside. I should add that not only did I score three hot and delicious donuts at said seaside, I managed not to burn my fingers and only spent £2 in the pick n'mix section of the local sweet shop. Seriously, I consider these two things victories.
Hmm.. what else. If you're in the know and following along with my life adventure I can report that things are okay, no one's fallen off the planet yet due to lack of gravity. Life, you may or may not want to know, is pretty sweet with a few minor exceptions that are neither here nor there .. We all have frustrations and I'm no exception.
In nerd news.. iPhone 4G. A gyroscope, huh? Will this help me finally get past the level I'm stuck on in Angry Birds? Stupid, stupid game. It should be called Angry Elizabeth.. Why I started playing is beyond me.
More news as I have it...
There's so much to say yet nothing that I want to share with the world as these days it seems whatever nonsense I spout is often taken the wrong way or relatively harshly judged.
So uh, Hi.. it's me.
I took the day off yesterday and revelled in the chance to avoid responsibility for anything more important than scoring hot cinnamon and sugar donuts at the seaside. I should add that not only did I score three hot and delicious donuts at said seaside, I managed not to burn my fingers and only spent £2 in the pick n'mix section of the local sweet shop. Seriously, I consider these two things victories.
Hmm.. what else. If you're in the know and following along with my life adventure I can report that things are okay, no one's fallen off the planet yet due to lack of gravity. Life, you may or may not want to know, is pretty sweet with a few minor exceptions that are neither here nor there .. We all have frustrations and I'm no exception.
In nerd news.. iPhone 4G. A gyroscope, huh? Will this help me finally get past the level I'm stuck on in Angry Birds? Stupid, stupid game. It should be called Angry Elizabeth.. Why I started playing is beyond me.
More news as I have it...
28 May 2010
I like this picture.. mainly because the iced buns look like boobs. Yeah, I went there.
It's the Friday before a Bank Holiday Monday.. I'm super stoked about the upcoming weekend. Not that I have major plans that involve slowly driving a caravan across the UK, clogging up traffic while I cruise at 55mph .. I sort of wish I did. I think caravans are hot*.
I think my weekend will include a lot of laughing, geekery, some relaxing, some silly, maybe a few made up competitions and some pretty decent eating. I mean, there'll be a Sunday - and there's always bacon on Sundays.
I think I'm having Friday ADHD. There was something I wanted to write about and it seems to have completely escaped me. Oh well.
Did I mention that those buns look like boobs?
(*not really)
It's the Friday before a Bank Holiday Monday.. I'm super stoked about the upcoming weekend. Not that I have major plans that involve slowly driving a caravan across the UK, clogging up traffic while I cruise at 55mph .. I sort of wish I did. I think caravans are hot*.
I think my weekend will include a lot of laughing, geekery, some relaxing, some silly, maybe a few made up competitions and some pretty decent eating. I mean, there'll be a Sunday - and there's always bacon on Sundays.
I think I'm having Friday ADHD. There was something I wanted to write about and it seems to have completely escaped me. Oh well.
Did I mention that those buns look like boobs?
(*not really)
19 May 2010
At the moment, I'm spending my time moving between here and there both literally and figuratively.
Time is standing still and flying past all at once and there isn't very much I can do to stop it. I should add that I'm not sure I'd want to, anyway.
This weekend I have a very difficult task ahead of me that will change one little life forever. It's not something I take lightly or head into without significant thought and care and frankly, it scares the hell out of me.
Who am I to change someone's life without their permission? Who gave me the right to make decisions for others? I know I'm the responsible adult making up half the decision making team - but seriously, how did that happen?
Most days, I feel like I'm about 12 .. but facing this weekend, I feel every day, week and month of my 38 years.
When I was pregnant with my daughter, I told anyone that would listen to me that I had no expectations for her birth but that I just wanted to get through it with humour and grace. I suppose that's what I'm wishing for this weekend.
I'd like to tell my daughter that I'm getting divorced .. with humour and grace.
Time is standing still and flying past all at once and there isn't very much I can do to stop it. I should add that I'm not sure I'd want to, anyway.
This weekend I have a very difficult task ahead of me that will change one little life forever. It's not something I take lightly or head into without significant thought and care and frankly, it scares the hell out of me.
Who am I to change someone's life without their permission? Who gave me the right to make decisions for others? I know I'm the responsible adult making up half the decision making team - but seriously, how did that happen?
Most days, I feel like I'm about 12 .. but facing this weekend, I feel every day, week and month of my 38 years.
When I was pregnant with my daughter, I told anyone that would listen to me that I had no expectations for her birth but that I just wanted to get through it with humour and grace. I suppose that's what I'm wishing for this weekend.
I'd like to tell my daughter that I'm getting divorced .. with humour and grace.
4 May 2010
23 April 2010
I'm currently sitting on a porch of a local restaurant listenting to a local cover band that plays only southern rock.
Friends, you can take the girl out of the south... But that girl might get a bit weepy when she hears the music of her people.
And yeah.. She's been drinking, but when you look over and see your very British child singing along to Sweet Home Alabama.. Well, that's concentrated awesome.
I know. I'll shush now.
Friends, you can take the girl out of the south... But that girl might get a bit weepy when she hears the music of her people.
And yeah.. She's been drinking, but when you look over and see your very British child singing along to Sweet Home Alabama.. Well, that's concentrated awesome.
I know. I'll shush now.
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