Thursday, May 13, 2004
Did you know that TV is said to be the most important pastime in Britain? I personally have to disagree. The telly isn't my most important pastime, just the most convenient. I get home after a long day, like today, and do I a) put on my tennis skirt and go out for a few sets, b) re-organise my files or c) flip on the telly for a few hours of easy entertainment. I'm not proud, I will admit I routinely succumb to the draw of the television, but I could live without it. Mainly because I'd find something else to stare at for hours.
Like a fish tank. Or Giles.
I'm taking a brief break from my "pastime" to expand my mind and share my thoughts with other members of a community who choose not to sit for hours in front of the telly. No, these individuals defy standard convention, they surf the web.
As you've decided to join the internet revolution and stare mindlessly at a computer screen instead of a television (its really NOT the same, the internet does require user interaction) I should try to make it worth your while and talk about my wedding (that is why your here, right?).
So a list. Of what I've done to forward my goal of getting married in two months.
1. Went to the gym where Pat, my trainer, re-vamped my program. Giles had to lift me off the couch. I would have let him carry me upstairs, but I figured being dropped would increase the pain.
2. Surfed the web for meaningful and sentimental flower girl presents that will be cherished for a lifetime. Realistically, I should just buy them candy necklaces. They'll appreciate them more and they won't feel guilty when they loose them in a year. Plus you can get 6 for a dollar.
3. Looked for shoes to wear with my dress. Problem. I SHOULD wear heels because they create beautiful lines and redistribute weight by elongating the body. However, I'm getting married on a pier where the heels could get stuck and send me tumbling down the aisle and the reception is outside on the grass. Grass + heels = bad. It doesn't matter anyway since everything I've seen looks like orthopaedic shoes a grandmother would wear.
4. Looked for dresses to wear to the bridal showers. This resulted in the need for #1. Add two weeks and try again.
5. Jewellery for the wedding dress. Sent pictures of jewellery I like to Mom who has someone who will design a necklace and matching earrings. Now crossing fingers and praying to a number of gods.
6. Hen night. Invited gay friend.
7. Moving house. Not wedding specific, but unless it happens SOON, it will impact on my hen-night-planning-weekend set for the first weekend in June. And that will upset me.
And now, I'm going to drag myself away for some less thought intensive, but not less fulfilling entertainment. Queer Eye UK here I come!
Like a fish tank. Or Giles.
I'm taking a brief break from my "pastime" to expand my mind and share my thoughts with other members of a community who choose not to sit for hours in front of the telly. No, these individuals defy standard convention, they surf the web.
As you've decided to join the internet revolution and stare mindlessly at a computer screen instead of a television (its really NOT the same, the internet does require user interaction) I should try to make it worth your while and talk about my wedding (that is why your here, right?).
So a list. Of what I've done to forward my goal of getting married in two months.
1. Went to the gym where Pat, my trainer, re-vamped my program. Giles had to lift me off the couch. I would have let him carry me upstairs, but I figured being dropped would increase the pain.
2. Surfed the web for meaningful and sentimental flower girl presents that will be cherished for a lifetime. Realistically, I should just buy them candy necklaces. They'll appreciate them more and they won't feel guilty when they loose them in a year. Plus you can get 6 for a dollar.
3. Looked for shoes to wear with my dress. Problem. I SHOULD wear heels because they create beautiful lines and redistribute weight by elongating the body. However, I'm getting married on a pier where the heels could get stuck and send me tumbling down the aisle and the reception is outside on the grass. Grass + heels = bad. It doesn't matter anyway since everything I've seen looks like orthopaedic shoes a grandmother would wear.
4. Looked for dresses to wear to the bridal showers. This resulted in the need for #1. Add two weeks and try again.
5. Jewellery for the wedding dress. Sent pictures of jewellery I like to Mom who has someone who will design a necklace and matching earrings. Now crossing fingers and praying to a number of gods.
6. Hen night. Invited gay friend.
7. Moving house. Not wedding specific, but unless it happens SOON, it will impact on my hen-night-planning-weekend set for the first weekend in June. And that will upset me.
And now, I'm going to drag myself away for some less thought intensive, but not less fulfilling entertainment. Queer Eye UK here I come!
Tuesday, May 11, 2004
Arrrrrghhhhh! I've definitely been away too long. I go away to be ill and what happens? They change the bl***y (G just told me not to swear - prude) site on me! Its like going to work one day and not only did someone change the seating plan, but they remodelled the entire building.
Serves me right for taking an un-expected blogging sabbatical.
So before I start nattering away I'll apologise for my unexplained extended absence from cyberspace. Excuse? well, I was asleep for most of last week. My typical day last consisted of sleeping until 11am - dragging myself downstairs for breakfast and collapsing on the couch until daytime telly lulled me back to sleep. I'd wake up for when Giles got home from work - about 6 - pick at my dinner and go back to bed. This was my life for 5 days. I dragged myself into work on Friday partially because I was bored, and partially because I was starting to have nightmares of missed deadlines and irate clients. Seriously. It was the only thing that was keeping my eyes open.
So I've spent the last three days attempting to catch-up on the 'week that time forgot.' I'm mainly writing a specification - its boring, won't go into it - but I have a week of client visits to prepare for as well and a training course to write for Friday. And we won't even talk about the state of the house. I'm tempted to just not clean until we move, but in the meantime the bathroom is quickly becoming a Petri dish, and I can tell you what we had for dinner last Saturday because its still on the plates. I know, we're disgusting, but won't you be jealous when I find the cure for childhood diseases growing in an empty yoghurt pot!?!?!?!
Truthfully, you didn't really miss much in my life really since I didn't leave the house for 5 days and didn't speak to anyone except for cold callers and I took my sickness aggression out on them by hanging up. D*mn them for calling and making me move in the first place! One of my friends was threatening me via text that he was going to stop by to make sure I was alive if I didn't answer his messages. I answered back immediately because he would have interrupted my sleeping schedule. I'm a bit of a reclusive sick person.
To make up for my absence I'll be blogging 'extra' this week to show that I care. Giles has told me that I'm neglecting my reading public and that I'm going to start getting hate mail. Cool. I'm interesting enough to receive hate mail!
Tommorrow, I will attempt to return to the topic at hand, which is, of course, my wedding. I'm sure I can think of some funny and interesting anecdotes to share. Maybe the one about the training course I was on a few weeks ago? A possibility.
Or,
If I'm lucky something worth talking about will happen to me! And I'll share that.
**fingers crossed**
oh, one more little thing. You know what really annoys me? American and British spelling. They're different. Same language, different spelling. Leaving me, who is fluent in both, to chop and change willy-nilly and look like and illiterate to people in both countries.
Serves me right for taking an un-expected blogging sabbatical.
So before I start nattering away I'll apologise for my unexplained extended absence from cyberspace. Excuse? well, I was asleep for most of last week. My typical day last consisted of sleeping until 11am - dragging myself downstairs for breakfast and collapsing on the couch until daytime telly lulled me back to sleep. I'd wake up for when Giles got home from work - about 6 - pick at my dinner and go back to bed. This was my life for 5 days. I dragged myself into work on Friday partially because I was bored, and partially because I was starting to have nightmares of missed deadlines and irate clients. Seriously. It was the only thing that was keeping my eyes open.
So I've spent the last three days attempting to catch-up on the 'week that time forgot.' I'm mainly writing a specification - its boring, won't go into it - but I have a week of client visits to prepare for as well and a training course to write for Friday. And we won't even talk about the state of the house. I'm tempted to just not clean until we move, but in the meantime the bathroom is quickly becoming a Petri dish, and I can tell you what we had for dinner last Saturday because its still on the plates. I know, we're disgusting, but won't you be jealous when I find the cure for childhood diseases growing in an empty yoghurt pot!?!?!?!
Truthfully, you didn't really miss much in my life really since I didn't leave the house for 5 days and didn't speak to anyone except for cold callers and I took my sickness aggression out on them by hanging up. D*mn them for calling and making me move in the first place! One of my friends was threatening me via text that he was going to stop by to make sure I was alive if I didn't answer his messages. I answered back immediately because he would have interrupted my sleeping schedule. I'm a bit of a reclusive sick person.
To make up for my absence I'll be blogging 'extra' this week to show that I care. Giles has told me that I'm neglecting my reading public and that I'm going to start getting hate mail. Cool. I'm interesting enough to receive hate mail!
Tommorrow, I will attempt to return to the topic at hand, which is, of course, my wedding. I'm sure I can think of some funny and interesting anecdotes to share. Maybe the one about the training course I was on a few weeks ago? A possibility.
Or,
If I'm lucky something worth talking about will happen to me! And I'll share that.
**fingers crossed**
oh, one more little thing. You know what really annoys me? American and British spelling. They're different. Same language, different spelling. Leaving me, who is fluent in both, to chop and change willy-nilly and look like and illiterate to people in both countries.
