Monday, 19 December 2005

Xanga Post: Monday, December 19, 2005

Guy at work: Pigeons are disgusting.
Me: I like pigeons. They're beautiful.
GAW: But they spread disease.
Me: No more than humans.
GAW: Not to the extent that they do.
Me: Ever met a pigeon with AIDS?


Me <----- Hippy dippy tree hugger and proud of it.


Had our holiday party tonight at Club. I'm stuffed. Lol. I made chocolate covered pretzels. For once, my cooking was a smash. :)

Jay bought me new moos. I was SO tired last night coming home from work (twelve hours!) and he came in and made me a cuppa and everything. Then, he gave me FOUR new moos. Three ickle ones and a giant one (King Moo).

Ever tried typing with SEVEN (Yes, the holy SEVEN *wink*) cows, a gorilla, 1 TMNT, an autopsy baby and a heffelump staring at you? I can see me having nightmares...

Hey, while you're here, post your favourite memory of Wondra! :)

Saturday, 17 December 2005

Xanga Post: Saturday, December 17, 2005

Ok, so my first week on the switchboard alone was hell.

Turns out, I have the manager from Hell.

On day two, I got a lecture on how my performance affects HER team. She put a ton of pressure on me about call handling times and then didn't bother to tell me what the hell they're suppose to be! And, she separated our training group for "not integrating with the others." Then, on day three, she told me off. Why? For being a few seconds too slow releasing calls, apologising in the middle of calls instead of the beginning and for using the mute button.

Bear in mind that no one else that I started with had even MET their managers by then. Add to all this the facts that 1. I got in trouble on Tuesday for being absent on Monday (I WASN'T absent. I was there eight freaking hours.) and 2. wasn't even on the sign in sheet on Wednesday. What a load of shit.

Oh, and I almost started a fight with three of the boys that I started with at work as well.

They were mouthing off, using words like "honkey" and "wigger" which I find very offensive, and really getting on my nerves. Then they started with "Oh, it's just like Eight Mile!" And for some reason I can't figure out, THAT pissed me off more. I was like, "Excuse me? Have you ever freaking SEEN Eight Mile? Ever BEEN there? In fact, ever been to a place where you were afraid to stop the freaking car because you're in the ghetto? No? Thought not. Fuck off."

Except for once, I kept my mouth shut. Can't guarantee that'll happen again. Now, explain to me why I couldn't care less about being American (no patriotism there) but I get defensive about Detroit? Weird.

Sunday, 11 December 2005

Xanga Post: Sunday, December 11, 2005

Okay, so I'm an emergency switchboard operator now.

It's sort of a strange feeling. Sometimes I feel like I should be walking around with a badge that says, "I save lives," and sometimes I feel so useless.

I'm kind of bummed because I'm working Yule, Christmas Eve (until 4am), Christmas Day, Boxing Day, New Year's Eve (until 4am), and New Year's Day. I think we all agree that SUCKS. I won't get a single holiday to spend with Jay. Still, I guess you have to start at the bottom.

Sunday, 20 November 2005

Xanga Post: Sunday, November 20, 2005

Nothing to report except I start my new job tomorrow, I have a huge cold sore, and I've lost four pounds in the last two weeks.

Friday, 18 November 2005

Xanga Post: Friday, November 18, 2005

My new job starts on Monday.

I'm more excited than nervous, surprisingly. This is the job I wanted and I KNEW I'd kick ass at it. Believe me, that's not something I'm sure of very often. I have three weeks of training (I guess it's a lot of pressure, with people's lives on the line and all) from eight am to four pm, which does NOT thrill me. But, once I get through that, I go to a four pm to two am shift which, believe it or not, was the one that I wanted. It's four days a week and Jay will be able to come pick me up after work. I'm getting good vibes about this one. :)

My NaNoWriMo novel is going so much slower than I'd like it to. Katie actually caught up with me, which made me panic slightly. Now, I know where I want to go and I don't know how to get there. Plus, my back's in agony from sitting in front of the computer for so long and I can't use my laptop because the i key is stuck for some reason.

I dug out my Everclear CD yesterday for something to listen to while I was typing and I was shocked by how much I enjoyed it. I also put in "Graduation" by Vitamin C, which made me cry. Good job, brain.

I don't know if I like the new Doctor Who....Why Chris? Why? Why did you leave us? You were the best Doctor since Tom Baker!

I got a nifty letter and necklace from my penpal today. I always love getting up and finding mail. :) I have a whole stack of mail to send out myself, including a stack of NaNo swag for my Welshies.

Sue brought me home holiday decorations today. There's a little musical Santa plushie and a sparkly snowman. It was a nice surprise and I don't care if there from the pound shop. Lol. Jay bought me a Heffalump today too when we went to the bank. (It's for Children in Need.) The Moo's were not impressed. ;)

I watched the most amazing program the other night while I was waiting for Jay to come home from his mate's. It was about these schools in Africa. The one secondary school made me want to cry. Get this, the school was SO poor that they had to LOCK students OUT. But, because they were being told by everyone that they would never have any kind of a life without an education, the children were trying to sneak IN. It only cost £20 for the kids to go to school for a semester but most families couldn't pay it because that's SIX week's wages there. The headmistress was in the very unusual position of trying to keep the teacher's in (because they weren't getting paid) and the students out. Isn't that crazy? I wish more kids today in the "civilised" countries knew just how good they have it.

Tuesday, 15 November 2005

Xanga Post: Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Today I am happy and today I am sad.

I had trouble sleeping last night after RAW. It really broke my heart to watch the wrestling last night. To have to say goodbye to Eddie Guerrero. Isn't it funny? I was never even lucky enough to meet him and yet I spent hours crying over his death. I was not alone. Jay fought tears the whole night as well. It seems such a disgrace that someone in the prime of his life, and Eddie was only two years older than Jay, has left us so early. He has given so much to so many and I hope that he has gone on to something wonderful.

On the brighter side, I have a new job. I will be working for British Telecom, answering emergency calls. The pay is tremendous and Jay and I will have so much more time together. Plus, I will be doing what I am good at and I won't have to have a bloody dress code.

I also spoke to my baby brother today, which made me happy. It's such a shame that we were starting to build a good friendship when our lives when in two totally different directions. But, anyway, it looks like he and his wife may be coming to visit in the spring and that would make me happy.

I'm about to the halfway mark for NaNo so it's crunch time! I have to kick me some amazon ass.

Tuesday, 18 October 2005

Xanga Post: Tuesday, October 18, 2005

I haven't posted in a very long time because I've been having some problems at home. Jay and I have been slowly working things out over the last few days, thankfully, and that just hasn't left me with any time or inclination to be around online much. You guys know I love you but I love Jay much, much more. Thanks to everyone who offered their support this last weekend. :)

Things are about to pick up for NaNoWriMo. I'm excited but also a bit scared. Our first meetup is this weekend. I hope someone shows up! Katie's challenged me to a NaNo duel with crafty prizes hanging in the balance. You know it's on...

We had a blast at Club last night. (I don't know why I have to call it Club when we're actually Twmbarlywm Writer's Guild... I guess it's left over from my old Club days). Bernard challenged us with lateral thinking puzzles that totally kicked my ass. Wally beat me at every one. But I kicked his ass at hangman so I take solace in that. (Okay, yeah, we're suppose to be writing but you've gotta have some fun, right!?)

Jay's home tonight! Yay! I'm so excited. (I'll be doing my hair and make-up and everything at work before I leave today, that'll be funny. Lol.) We'll have a few extra hours together and that means a lot.

He was so cute last night. He kept coming upstairs and waking me up. "Babe...I can't find my Battle for Middle Earth cd...." Lol. Then, he came back up because he still couldn't find it so I had to go downstairs and get it for him. Then, he came back upstairs "I'm sorry to bother you again!" because the dvd drive appeared to have disappeared. (It didn't, I was hacking into a game the other day and just forgot to turn everything back on.) So I had to go downstairs and fix everything up so he could play his game again. It was like, "Wondra Vanian, 24 Hour Tech Support." Lol. (Fair enough though...Since I moved his game and messed around with the computer. Lol.)

Anyway, Jay came upstairs last night and he was saying that he loves cuddling into me and things like that and instead of listening to how much he cares, I was thinking about how annoyed I was that he didn't come to bed until almost seven am. And that's partly why we have problems. I need to stop that accusatory way of thinking and listen to the LOVE. And then I'll be a better person and a better wife. I love you, Jay.

Btw, I lost two pounds last week. Horrah for me.

Monday, 10 October 2005

Xanga Post: Monday, October 10, 2005

Personal goal for the week: To be a joy to be around. For my husband's sake. To
put him first and make him happy. To stop being so messed up in the head that it
affects our relationship. TO BE A GOOD WIFE.

My weekend:

 - got a new computer (DD burner, 19 inch screen, wahoo)

- called katie (yay!)

- finished my Halloween package (sent today!)

- Jay took me to Cardiff :) (he's good to me)

- got my ears pierced (lovin' it)

Friday, 7 October 2005

Xanga Post: Friday, October 07, 2005

Wow. Jay has been everything I've needed the last few days. It's been amazing. He's been open and easy to talk to and fun. We ordered a Chinese last night and organised our DVDs and do you know, I enjoyed myself. :)

I got both my Halloween package and a package from one of my penpals yesterday. :) Fun stuff!

Nanowrimo is fast approaching! I'm excited!

Wednesday, 5 October 2005

Xanga Post: Wednesday, October 05, 2005

October is finally here and it's already going too fast! Only 27 days until I turn 23. (Old lady!) Here's a little funny for you. I found it on the door to the girl's bathroom at work:


Eww.

My Autopsy Baby finally arrived on Friday! :) It's SO PRECIOUS. (It sickened Sue. Lol.) Even Jay's been having fun with it.


Jay and I had a fabulous convention weekend.

We're getting a new car! :) It's a Cavalier and it's white and the CD player actually works. Wahey! It's too bad we have to scrap our old car but she was getting way too unreliable. We should be picking our new car up either tonight or tomorrow!

Xanga Post: Wednesday, October 05, 2005

We got our new car! It's a white Cavilier and it's a bit of a chavmobile. The guy who owned it previously put racing stripes on it and a huge exhaust. It even had the fuzzy dice. But, the windows work (FINALLY) and there's a handle on the sunroof and the CD PLAYER WORKS. Wahoo! :)

Wednesday, 28 September 2005

Xanga Post: Wednesday, September 28, 2005

"People are always doing that to me. I don't know why. I don't die on them but people always die on me."

~Ingrid Pitt~

Jay and I stayed up last night talking and watching an Ingrid Pitt interview. (I firmly believe she's bonkers...But good fun by the looks.)

It was so nice to just sit and talk. And Jay looked happy which was nice because he's been so stressed lately. Plus, I got a Sweep puppet show.... That was great!

Tuesday, 27 September 2005

Xanga Post: Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Yesterday was a good day.

I felt inspired. Work went well (although I lost all my extra little duties because that company decided not to pay so we closed their phones lines). I got a whole bunch done around the house and our Guild meeting was good. I was feelin' crafty too.

But you know what the best part of the whole darn day was? When Jay looked at me and said, "Talking to you at break time was the highlight of my day."  *swoon*

I just realised that I have a FOUR day work week. FOUR DAYS, not the normal HELLISH FIVE. Yippie! Jay and I must rub elbows with the stars on Friday. *drops posh voice*

 Biggest convention of the year this weekend. Plus, we have a GOLD PASS. (Assuming they haven't screwed it up. Oh, please Goddess, tell me they haven't screwed it up with how much it cost us.) I'm so excited.

Monday, 26 September 2005

Xanga Post: Monday, September 26, 2005

This morning in the car I was listening to some really depressing song about a guy who got dumped by the woman he loved (courtesy of he-with-no-taste) and I was just like *sob*. How sad. How would I feel? What would I do without Jay? And that thought's been killing me all day. How could I ever live without him? He means so much to me. And not being able to tell him until 10:30... Beyond sucks. I want to tell him all the time how much I love him.

During break, I was sitting on a low wall across from my workplace, enjoying a cup of hot chocolate and just looking around. I couldn't help but marvel at the effect Autumn has on the Valleys. Where the sun comes over the mountains, different parts of the trees and forests are getting more light, which means that they're changing different colours. One area may still be green and lush but a little way down the road, the trees are completely barren, their leaves carpeting the ground. There may be a bright red patch in the centre of a green tree because there, just there, got a little bit more attention from the sun this year.

Sometime last winter I was standing at the coffee machine, shivering - like I did all winter long last year - when a girl from the office across from me came up. "I'm not from around here either," she told me. Then she went on to tell me the following story:

She was standing at a bus stop waiting (for the phantom 151, no doubt) when this old Welsh gent came up. He saw her shivering (under a huge coat) and smiled. "You're in the Valley's now, love."

A short story, I know, but special. To me at least. I can't really explain it. I don't really feel that out-of-placeness any more. I've fallen in love. Not just with my husband, but with his country. I feel  like a Valley Girl.

On an unrelated note, Sue brought me home a "surprise" on Friday. In the form of a witch's broom. Lol. Bless her.

I called her Betty.

Friday, 23 September 2005

Xanga Post: Friday, September 23, 2005

I can liken any particular stage in my life to an Alanis album. Today, I am Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie.

Thursday, 22 September 2005

Xanga Post: Thursday, September 22, 2005

Yayyyy! I'm so excited! :) I got a package in the mail today from the States and guess what was inside....Two great big honking bags of CANDY CORN! *happy dance* I love brena80! :)

Crafters are the best people in the world.

(But my Autopsy Baby still hasn't come!)

Okay, so I handed out a bunch of fliers at our last Guild meeting and challenged all our members to put one in a place they see every day. Three days later, I pass the bulletin board at work and see one of my fliers. That, Wally, is NOT what I meant!

Jay's Nightmare On Elm Street poster came today too and they didn't even put a bit of cardboard in the envelope to protect it. Bad ebay seller.

Tuesday, 20 September 2005

Xanga Post: Tuesday, September 20, 2005

I'm an idiot. Yup, it's true. I've been swamped for weeks and yet, in my infinite wisdom, I took on extra responsibilities at work. (For some reason, I'm not sure if I'm spelling anything right today....)

I was so bummed yesterday and Jay made me feel a million times better.  I love him to death. He's like this pillar that I can always lean against. *sigh*

Monday, 19 September 2005

Xanga Post: Monday, September 19, 2005

Interesting sort of weekend.

I had to go home early on Friday (oh darn) because all the lights in our house had blown. So, I left about two hours early and caught a bus home to wait for the electrician. Out of all the crazy people in Wales - and there are a fair few - I got stuck next to the one crazy person on the bus who wanted to sell me Jesus.

Grrrreeeaaatttt.

I thought she was all nice and normal, talking about nice, normal stuff and then... Wham. I knew I was in trouble when she said she was married to a street preacher. But it was too late. Then, the dreaded question: "How do you feel about Heaven and Hell? I mean, I know which one you're GOING TO, but which one WOULD you like to go to?"

Oh, Goddess, save me.

Then, I got home and met Britain's snobbiest man. What sort of electrician is afraid of getting his hands dirty?

He was about sixty years old and the first thing he said was, "Before you take another step, you must know that I don't like dogs. I'm allergic." Me, being the smart ass I am, replied with "So? So am I." He was all looking down his nose at our house the whole time and when I had to open the door to Sue's lounge to turn the light on, he nearly had a fit. "I DON'T LIKE DOGS!"

I can't tell you how much I didn't like that guy. Then, he went back to Sue's insurance company and reported us for a bunch of shit that wasn't even true. Like, he couldn't get access to what he needed, which is bullshit. Anywho, Sue's insurance company have told her that they won't pay a penny for anything because the fixtures and wiring are "ancient and dangerous." Which, sadly, is true. But, Sue only opened the policy last year and never needed it before now. Anyway, Jay and I have been saying for ages that she needs to have the electrics redone but it COSTS MONEY so she won't. Even if it means we all die.

I was really unfair to Jay this weekend.  I was so grouchy and mean. I really want to make it up to him, since it wasn't really his fault, just me having the grumps on. I'm such an awful wife sometimes. Why can't I be good enough for him? It seems like I'm always doing something to screw things up. I just want him to be happy and sometimes it seems like the one thing standing in his way is me.  Why am I such a screw up?

Sean and Alun invited themselves up on Sunday. I woke up all grouchy because I was expecting to be stuck home all day with them there. And then Jay was like, come on, we're getting out of here. I'm not living my life for them. It was amazing. I was so proud of him at that moment. So, we went out for a drive, just spending time together. Then, we went up the Scenic Drive and just sat and talked. It was really nice. I wish I wouldn't have ruined it by being so unfair to Jay.

Thursday, 15 September 2005

Xanga Post: Thursday, September 15, 2005

Shushkin had an abscess on his paw. They bandaged him up and sent him home. He stayed in my and Jay's bed all night.

Omg. He kept me up forever last night meowing at me. We tried to smooth him and feed him fresh chicken and all but... That cat can b***h! Lol. Not that I blame him with that awful thing on his paw.

Um....I can't really thing of anything else right now....

Wednesday, 14 September 2005

Xanga Post: Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Jay and I watched Casper last night. Omg. It was scary. I was like, "You know... When this movie came out, I was young enough to have a crush on that boy!" Lol. And then I felt SO OLD. Omg, can you please slow down time?? I'll be having babies before you know it. Then watching them go to school and then graduation and then... Sheesh. Fright fest.

Sue's had to take Shushkin in to the vet today. His paw is three times its normal size and he's not eating. What is it, hell year for pet owners?

I've got two penpals off crafster.  I'm such a geek, right? (The other night Jay looked at me and said, "You're the absolute embodiment of geekiness." I was so proud.  I'm a complete geek and he loves me anyway.)

I've gotten a couple of emails from Lindsay now. I'll be honest: It's making me uncomfortable. I don't want to be flat out rude to her but I don't think I want to see her again. I know that if she came to visit it would be horribly uncomfortable. Not just for me, but for everyone else. *sigh* How to handle that one?

I'd much rather get emails from my real friends. *cough, cough*

Tuesday, 13 September 2005

Xanga Post: Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Last night was one of those nights that makes life worth living. Jay and I sat cuddled on the couch all night and it was just amazing. *sigh*

Omg! I found a conker! Lol. Don't laugh, I've never seen one. I didn't really know what it was so I asked a pair of passing police people. (I think they thought I was cutting class. Lol.)

Oh....I think I'm allergic to conkers, btw. Lol. My hand is itchy and swollen now. *grin*

Friday, 9 September 2005

Xanga Post: Friday, September 09, 2005

Omg. I love Jay so much. He was an absolute ANGEL the whole time Lindsay was here. He was so attentive and sweet. *sigh* I don't know how he can be so good to a hag like me sometimes. Lol. He kept offering me his seat and making sure we had a few minutes alone together and things like that.

Well, things turned out to not go very well with Lindsay. *sigh* I guess it's my fault because I didn't really know her all that well, really.


Everything was cool until Wednesday morning when Lindsay flipped out over her roommate keeping her dog rather than dropping it off at a neighbours. (Long story, I'm not going into here.) Well, she totally freaked out about it.

Here's one of the things that bugged me: I was like, "Listen, you really shouldn't be saying such nasty things about your friend. What if she's hurt and just couldn't do what you asked her to do? How would you feel about calling her names then?" And Lindsay said, without hesitation, "Well, that's not my problem right now. My dog is my priority." Whoa. I'm sorry but that's not good. And then she spent hours bitching at me about it, like it was MY bloody fault.

On the same note, Jay got up about an hour after she started raving about her dog. He said good morning to her and she totally blanked him. Well, he said goodbye to her before he left and she blanked him again. That really put him off.

Okay. And here's another thing that bothered me: I told Lindsay it was okay for her to call her mum the night she arrived to say she was okay. I did NOT tell Lindsay it was okay for her to just walk up and use the phone to call America any time she wanted without asking. Which she did. I also told her it was not acceptable under any circumstances to call a mobile because it would cost us a FORTUNE. Which she did anyway. Without asking. *sigh* I'm sorry but that's down right RUDE. Plus, who do you think will get stuck with the bill?

Sue took us shopping at Tesco on Wednesday and we all piled stuff into the cart and paid together so that we could all use Jay's discount card. Well, Sue bought a whole bunch of food when Lindsay arrived and cooked for her and even made a special trip to pick up Diet Pepsi when she ran out. Plus, she saved her like £2.40 on her groceries with the discount card. But, Lindsay still made her pay her back for the £1.50 worth of groceries that Sue actually bought. That put Sue totally off.

Well, I tried to keep a happy face and not let it bother me. You know - if you know me at all - that's not my forte. But I did. I tried to have a good time.

I went to help her move all her luggage down to our house and she told me to carry her suitcase without a handle or wheels while she took the easier cases. Again, rude. Then, on the way to the train station, she did nothing but bitch at me. The bus ride was too long, her suitcases were too heavy and WHY DIDN'T I KNOW EXACTLY WHICH PLATFORM SHE WAS LEAVING FROM? Then, when she started to get on the train, she just looked over her shoulder, said, "Bye," and the door closed behind her. No, "Thanks for paying $280 to put me up for the week and $100 to pick me up from the airport.." No, "I've had a great time, can't wait to see you again!" No. Just, "Bye."

She hasn't even called or emailed to say she was okay.

Jay and Sue are both up in arms about it. I'm just bummed. I thought I'd have the chance to build a friendship, you know? I guess I'm a worse judge of character than I thought. She was the nicest person in the world until things didn't go her way and then she went all Linda Blair on me.

I was suppose to go see her for her birthday and she was suppose to spend Halloween week and Christmas week with us. I don't think either of that will happen. I'm really disappointed. And I kind of feel like I've been made a fool of. Jay and Sue keep saying that she took advantage of me at every turn. But it's not just that. It's a week + £300 that Jay and I could have used to, you know, spend time together.

Anyway... What can you do?

I'm running my first craft swap on crafster! It's the Halloween Swap! Yay! *happy dance* I'm so excited!

Oh, Jay bought me an Autopsy Baby! Isn't he sweet?

Monday, 5 September 2005

Xanga Post: Monday, September 05, 2005

Omg. Jay made me cry. In a good way. He took a walk with Sean down the canal while I went to pick Lindsay up from the airport. He told me that they reached a bend and saw a heron perched in the centre of the canal and he said that it upset him because he was there with his brother and not me. That he knew I would've loved it. I think that is one of the most romantic things he's ever said to me. I love that man.

Lindsay is here and we're having a good time. The ride back from the airport was a bit of a fiasco because Alun got us lost. It was almost 3am when I walked through the front door. I haven't really gotten much time alone with Jay but the moments we have stolen have been really special.

It seems that we haven't really done much, Lindsay and I. We went out Friday night with Alun (because Jay and Egg were having their normal Friday night veg-fest) and had a few drinks. We wandered around a bit on the Scenic Drive Saturday night after Jay took us to Cardiff. There was a cute little stream trail we followed that I'd never seen before. That was nice. Sue's taking us up the Drive properly later this week.

Sue took us to a car boot sale yesterday as well. That was fun. I managed to find Sooty and Sweep tapes and a Sweep puppet for Jay. I was so proud.

Now, I'm in work. Bummer. But, I promised I would so.... Blah. Jay and Lindsay might meet me for lunch though and that'll brighten my day! Then, it's off to Club tonight.

We had Sean staying with us for the weekend because he's having a bit of trouble at home. He's gone now but I think he's coming to stay with us again over next weekend. I have to admit, Sean actually said something like, "Sorry I'm intruding, I know you and Jay don't get much time together as it is." I was pretty impressed by that.

Lindsay thought I'd gone a bit goofy in the head last night. I'd rolled a fag for Jay and we were walking up and down the lane with the dogs, waiting for him to get home. Well, without thinking about it, I was conducting with Jay's fag! Lol. (You know that really annoying song  we played in HS where the third clarinets played the same three notes the WHOLE song and everyone else in the bloody band has this beautiful melody? That one.)

Wednesday, 31 August 2005

Xanga Post: Wednesday, August 31, 2005

I had just a beautiful evening yesterday. Jay was so sweet and attentive.  I stayed up really late with him watching Darkness and just talking. It was sooo nice.

I got to sleep in an extra half an hour too because I had a doctor's appointment this morning. Don't worry, nothing serious, I just had to renew my birth control. Believe me, it's for YOUR sake! Lol. The world couldn't deal with a monster the likes that Jay and I could create. The time is not now.  (And when the anti-chri... I mean, little darling is born, no one is checking his/her head for 666.)

The nurse was asking embarrassing questions. Like, "Are you familiar with your breasts?" (What does that have to do with my uterus??) "No," I said, "But my husband is."

Lindsay arrives tomorrow. I can't get a hold of her to wish her a safe flight and her grandmother kind of scares me. "Wales?? Is that abroad some place?" Alun's giving me a lift to the airport. I wish Jay could go instead! Sue could because she has the day off but she just won't.

Tuesday, 30 August 2005

Xanga Post: Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Well, I had an interesting long weekend. I worked my butt off cleaning my and Jay's room. The dust I kicked up nearly killed me. Seriously. Allergies, man. But the room looks so much better now. Plus, the bookshelf is no longer falling over! Lol. Organised clutter rocks. Even Jay was impressed. (It was me vs. 15 years of dust!)

I had a total mental breakdown on Saturday. I spent like an hour on the phone with Katie and Mum McClain crying about how fat I am. This fat thing is really dragging me down. But, for the first time in over a month, I stepped on the scale and it read slightly less than 11 stone. Well, that might not mean much to you but it made me feel a helluva lot better about myself.

Sue and I went up the Scenic Drive yesterday. I was climbing all over the mountain taking cuttings of heather to dry. It took hours to cut and tie it all. Sweet.

Omg. How could my first call of the day be so STUPID?? "Search?? Where is that??" Oh, please kill me now. Or, better yet, kill anyone who was dumb enough to buy a Mustek. It took me twenty minutes to get the woman to realise she hadn't even installed her scanner!!! Grah!

Lindsay's flying in on Thursday night. That means Friday off. Wahoo. Three day work week! *happy dance*

Friday, 26 August 2005

Xanga Post: Friday, August 26, 2005

I've been telling Sue that it was Autumn for the last month. We've had the first two cold days in a row now so she can't argue with me. I walk around like I'm in some kind of old musical during the Fall with a big cheesy grin on my face. I want to bottle the smells and save the crispness of the air forever.

Plus, I know that once it starts getting cold, Jay becomes a big cuddly bear. *sigh* I wish it could always be Autumn. 

Lindsay will be here a week today. I still have no ride to the airport. Whoops. Jay's going to ask Alun to give me a lift. That'll be interesting.

Wednesday, 20 April 2005

Xanga Post: Wednesday, April 20, 2005

"I can so clearly distinguish between the criminal and his crime; I can so sincerely forgive the first while I abhor the last: with this creed revenge never worries my heart, degradation never too deeply disgusts me, injustice never crushes me too low: I live in calm, looking to the end." 

"Plain you can dress up. Ugly there's no cure for."

How about an update on the new job? I'll start with the two worst things:

1. I work on the tenth floor of a ten story building. This may not seem like a bad thing. However, consider this: I'm afraid of elevators. Ask Katie about our room in Chicago... Lol. So, that means that I walk up and down the stairs twice a day. But there aren't ten flights of stairs. Oh, no. There's a concourse. Meaning: ELEVEN flights of stairs. Twice a day. Up and down. Work that out... That's 44 flights of stairs in a day! I'd better have a great ass at the end of this.

2. DRESS. CODE.  Oh yes, I'm in dress code hell. Remember me? I'm the person who has no problem wearing pjs to work. Now, I must conform to "business casual." That's not even the worst part, although I'm not happy about it. The worst part is everyone looks exactly the same. Very very fake and very very bitchy. Every one acts very sweet. Too sweet. Like they're going to go straight to the pub after work and talk about what a fat ass you have. Plus, I think all the guys are a bit this way and that. (Not that there's anything wrong with that.) And, I saw six guys wearing the same shirt in one day. Doesn't that scare anyone else??

Okay, now that my two biggest rants are done, I'm actually over qualified for this job. I was suppose to have a week's worth of training and did two days because I was going out of my mind. By the end of the first hour I could have done the job in my sleep. A monkey could do this job.

Assuming, of course, that they had a nice suit.

Plus, I have to walk to and from the city centre to my building, which is a fifteen minute walk. Like I said, GREAT ASS. And the hour long bus ride twice a day. Other than that, it's not a bad job. Needless to say, I'm considering my options still.

Would you believe that Katie got a Xanga? I'm so impressed.  Oh, and Katie... Draco's at the next convention. Thought you may want to know.

Another point of interest...

I got an email from my mother. And, five minutes later, I have a cold sore. Does that surprise anyone?

Did she tell me how much they miss me and how they made a terrible mistake and would like to hear from me? That they want to make amends? Do you really think so?

No. She wants her mother's rings back. Part of me wants to say (excuse my French) fuck off. Until you grow up, I'm not doing shit for you. But then, the part of me that's moved on and just wants a peaceful life, (yes, there is that part of me) just says send them and be done with her. And then she tried to guilt trip me saying that my father doesn't have long and that he can't wait for me as long as they waited for Rhonda.

What? Waited for Rhonda to come humble herself before them so that they would grace her with the glowing light of their conditional love?  When we called all they did was try to pick fights with me and belittle me.

Do I deserve this? Have I been a bad person? Is there something so inherently bad in me that good things shy away? Or am I the tortured product of apathetic, ineffectual parentage? Will I ever know the answer?

If you're my friend and you read this from time to time, please leave a comment and share your thoughts with me. Or, if you're a trained counsellor that would like to offer free advice, leave a suggestion.

Sunday, 17 April 2005

Xanga Post: Sunday, April 17, 2005

Whoa. It's been forever since I've posted. Busy, busy, busy.

The convention was good fun. Just a nice, slow day.

My Writer's Club is going great. We've had a few really awesome people show up. The third meeting is this week.

I got knocked down to one day a week at work. Unfortunately, we can't afford that. So, I had to get a new job, which I start tomorrow. I had my leaving do last Friday and that was fun.

Went to a car boot sale today with my mother-in-law. Scored The Complete Works of Shakespeare for 50 pence. Pretty cool. Plus, the best love story ever: Jane Eyre.

Been in this weird existential funk lately... Can I use the phrase existential funk? Ah, well. There it is.

Thursday, 31 March 2005

Xanga Post: Thursday, March 31, 2005

Stayed up late with Jay last night watching Boogeyman. Very scary. Well, I watched it (from behind a pillow) and Jay drew pictures for the convention this weekend. As usual, they're brilliant and he thinks they're crap. No confidence when it comes to his work.

Everyone at work today certainly got a show.

I was looking at pictures of ghosts online while making calls today. Not such a great idea, I've realised. I was on the phone with this one guy and looking at a picture at the same time. It's one of those pictures where you stare at it until you see something... You know the one?

Well, I was staring at it and telling the customer what he needed to do and WHAM! Freaky woman flying straight at the screen. I threw myself back away from the screen and screamed, "Fucking hell!" My customer didn't appreciate it. I had to apologise over and over while trying not to die laughing. It terrified me so much my hands were shaking.

Jay's gonna love this when I tell him about it...

Tuesday, 29 March 2005

Xanga Post: Tuesday, March 29, 2005

I love Jay.  I know, I know, I'm grossing a bunch of you out but I don't care. Every now and then he comes out with something so sweet and it totally floors me. And it's like, it's so sweet that I just can't find the words to respond. And all I can do is smile...

Ahem.

Nice long weekend. Jay drove me around on Saturday to put up fliers for the writer's group. He even promised to go to the first meeting for me. It'll be nice to have him there for support. I'm sort of terrified. (Especially of no one showing up.)

On Sunday Jay and I bummed around and played Muppet Racers. Yes, we are that sad.   Plus, chocolate eggs. Bonus.

Jay dropped me off in Newport on his way to work on Monday so I could put up fliers around the book stores. (He does a lot for me, huh?) Of course, it turned out that none of the book stores were open but there you go. Lol. Luckily, Sue took a bunch of fliers to town with her today for me. I did manage to pick up a cd for Jay and a birthday pressie (which will now be hidden for a month+). Lol.

So...Little Ghetto Bitch. Yup. That's how this story starts. I was sitting on a bench in town, munching away on a quarter pounder and feeding my French fries (I refuse to use the phrase "freedom fries" y'all can go to whatever hell you believe in.) to the pigeons. It was nice. Tranquil. I had a nice horde of birds sitting around at my feet waiting for the rest of my lunch when Little Ghetto Bitch struts over with two of her trailer park mates and kicks the hell out of the birds. Here is the conversation that followed:

Me: Oui.

LGB: (sticking her nose up in the air) Oui yourself.

Me: That was a really bitchy thing to do.

LGB: So what? They're flying rodents, they carry disease.

Me: They're living creatures, just like me and you.

LGB: I wouldn't count on it.

Me: (standing) Right, honey. We'll talk again when you grow up.

LGB: Why don't you fuck off back to America?

Me: (walking away so I didn't punch her in the face) Oh grow up, you little bitch.

And what did Jay say when I told him about it? "They were about thirteen/fourteen? They probably thought they were picking a fight with someone their own age." Lol. Great.

Sunday, 27 March 2005

Xanga Post: Sunday, March 27, 2005

So Jay says he'll be home by seven and conveniently forgets to tell me that the clocks change....So he gets home at eight instead and I have no idea. Hmm. I'm sure there's a good reason to beat him in there somewhere.

Anywho, big car boot sale this morning. Well, car boot sale/market. Pretty good. I got four books (Bridget Jones's Diary, The Last Vampire, Witch, and The Email Joke Book.)... Slowly rebuilding my library. Yay! Also, picked up bits and pieces for Jay but missed out on the things I really wanted to get for him. Sucko. Got a nifty denim jacket for two quid. Sweet.

Nearly died on the way home. A few horses got free from the gypsy camp and were running riot in the road so we swung around to help hunt them down. I jumped out of the car and ran after one of the horses...Until I realised that if I actually caught it, it would probably kill me. I'm smart like that. So, I ran back to the car. Luckily, I made so much noise that the bloody thing ran back the way it was suppose to. Result. (Meanwhile, my throat closed up and it got hard to breathe.)

Yay for Two Easter eggs. Doesn't beat a good old fashioned Easter basket but it's nice. Plus, I can break my diet for it. Wahoo. Too much food...Had turkey instead of ham, like you do here.

Still trying to get rid of fun and interesting rash (not in any gross places so don't even think it)... You help out in the garden, you get a rash. Doesn't sound like a fair trade to me. Well, I guess this proves it. I'm allergic to nature.

The new Doctor absolutely rocks. It was fun and fast paced and I can't wait to see next week. C.E. wasn't exactly Tom Baker but he didn't pretty well. And lol to the killer wheelie bin. (If you're American, you have no idea what I'm talking about at this stage.)

Convention next weekend. Plus, my first Writer's Group meeting the Monday after. Wish me all sorts of luck.

Wednesday, 23 March 2005

Xanga Post: Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Cleaning the garden/porch in the rain? How much fun is that? The answer, none at all really. But, we did it. And it's really looking better. Then, we find out that we can have an extra week to clear everything so we didn't really need to work out in the rain at all. Bugger.

I'm gettig McDonald's for dinner though. I think it's bribery to continue helping...It certainly works.

Have I mentioned that Amanda rocks? I asked for Lipsmackers, I got half the factory. This is me not complaining.  Sweet. Also, Cap'n Crunch and Girl Scout Cookies. Bonus.

Bunny Ears. That's me today. Also explains why I can't get the song, "Here comes Peter Cottontail" out of my head. Very tall bunny ears, actually. I keep bumping my head.

And, a bit of good news: I'm finally starting a writer's group. The first meeting is Monday, April 4th, 6-8 pm at the Crosskeys Hotel. So, if you're reading this and you're in the Newport/Cardiff area and you're a writer, get your butt there!

Monday, 21 March 2005

Xanga Post: Monday, March 21, 2005

You know, at any other time, eating nothing but popsicles would rock. Not quite the case now.

I have a bad ulcer on my cheek and can barely eat or speak. Not so great with the call centre job. Ouch. I've eaten more popsicles in one weekend than I have all year. I'm also very drugged up on painkillers and Anbesol. (Which stings twice as badly to use as the ulcer does.)

I spent twenty minutes on the phone trying to get in to see a doctor but with no luck. What's the point of public health care if they don't provide any care?

Wales won the Grand Slam this weekend. This means nothing to most of you reading this but in the rugby world, that's pretty huge. And poor ickle Jay had to work during the game.

I worked harder on Saturday than I did all week. Sue and I cleared out most of the garden. Lots of hoeing and bagging. (That sounds so wrong) I did make a nice little fire pit though so there will be roasted marshmallows aplenty in the coming days.

And, least I forget, a very Happy Ostara to all.

Friday, 18 March 2005

Xanga Post: Friday, March 18, 2005

I find it funny that, after the pajama episode yesterday, one of the girls across the hall wore a shirt today that says, "Nothing to wear." Lol.

I wrote a piece about writer's block for Verbose the other day. Dee, in a gentle way, suggested that I plagiarized it. Why? Because it was TOO GOOD. Lol!

Well, I'm hardly going to feel insulted about that, am I? It's not, of course. Plagiarised, that is. (I'd hate to think that it took me two days to rip something off! Lol.)

It's going to be a busy weekend for us at Castle Vanian. We have a lot of overgrowth and such to clear away and only three days with a skip. Damn neighbours.

Breaking the Block:
How to Overcome Writer's Block

Writer's Block.
Two words that strike fear into the heart of all writers. Each of us, at one time or another, has come face-to-face with the dreaded Writer's Block. We have sat, staring, pen poised hesitantly over a blank sheet of paper and thought, 'I can't write.' 
Well, my fellow writers, I'm here to tell you a very important secret. Listen closely; you don't want to miss this. A little bit closer... Good. Here it is:

WRITER'S BLOCK IS NOT REAL.

Block: A solid piece of a hard substance.

What part of this definition actually applies to Writer's Block? It's not solid. It's not hard. It's not even substantial. Therefore, Writer's Block is not real.

That's right. Writer's Block is NOT standing before you in full Gandalf gear, white Staff of Obstacles raised in the air, shouting "You shall not pass!"

Writer's block is nothing more than an excuse. And a bad one at that. Imagine if you will, and this won't be hard for some of you, that you were a teacher. 
If a student walked up to you and said, "I couldn't do my essay on the American Revolution. I had writer's block," would you accept their excuse? Hardly. Why, then, do you accept the very same excuse from yourself?
Let me say it again: Writer's Block is nothing more than a bad excuse. You are the only thing stopping you from writing. But why?

There are two reasons that we use the fabled writer's block excuse, on opposite ends of the spectrum:

1. Laziness. I know, I know. None of us like to think of ourselves as lazy but we are. It's so much easier to just say, "I can't do it, I have writer's block!" than working through a lull. Instead of actually just getting on with it, we waste our time complaining about how we can't write.

2. Overwork. There IS such a thing as trying too hard. Staring your manuscript down is not going to help make it perfect. If you feel as though you've made it as far as you possibly can in one day, you probably have. You're not blocked, you're exhausted. Taking a break is not the same as giving up.

Whether you just don't feel like writing or your fingers already feel ready to bleed, you don't have to give into excuses. There are plenty of ways to get back into the swing of things.

Ten Ways to Break the Block:

1. Write. I know that at least a few of you are thinking, 'smart ass.' Or worse. Trust me, it works. If you're straining your brain, desperately trying to think of something to write, just stop. Thinking that is. Get a clean sheet of paper and a pen (or pencil, or chalk, or lipstick, or whatever you prefer) and just write. It doesn't matter what about or how bad it is. Write the first word that comes to mind. Then the next. And the next. It doesn't matter if they're totally unrelated. Just keep writing. In the end, you may find yourself with a sheet of complete nonsense. On the other hand, you may find a hundred different ideas to write about from that nonsense.
2. Keep a diary/journal. It's not just for teenage girls, you know. Take fifteen minutes each day to record your life, your daily activities. It may not seem like much but, if you do it everyday, you will never again be able to say, "I couldn't write today, I had writer's block." (And if you ever have the audacity to actually WRITE those words then you deserve a lump of coal for Christmas.)

3. Read a book. I've heard all my life that readers are the best writers and it's true. Just look at me. (That's a joke, if you missed it.) Every book that you read opens you up to a new style of writing, new words, new ideas, etc. When I'm stuck, I pull out one of my favourite books and remind myself why I was inspired to write in the first place. Just one word of warning: plagiarism. Don't do it.

4. Get the hell out. Don't sit at your computer, staring out the window at a beautiful spring day thinking, 'Goddess, I'd love to be out there right now.' Get out there! Go take a walk in the park, go have a picnic, go fishing, swimming, biking, running... anything. Make memories that you can come home and write about.

5. Join a writer's group. There are groups out there designed to support the struggling writer. Get involved. Join your local Writer's Group. Meet other local writers. It can't hurt to have other like-minded people to bounce ideas off.

6. Stop obsessing. Don't freak out over every small punctuation mistake and incorrect use of a pronoun. Just write. Stop tearing your writing to (proverbial, hopefully) shreds. We're usually our worst critics and, usually, it's unfounded. Just write your heart out and let other people worry about the little things. They're called editors and that's what they get paid for.

7. Put down the pen, pick up the mouse. Change the way that you write. If you find yourself staring hopelessly at a computer screen, get away from it. Try writing long hand instead. Alternatively, if you write everything out, try typing instead. Sometimes you just need to break up the monotony.

8. Write somewhere new. Go to a coffee shop. Camp out in your backyard. Rent a little cottage on the lake. Just... move it. And by ''it'', I mean you. Write anywhere and everywhere. I get some of my best ideas while I'm walking; when I'm out and about. Of course, when I get the urge, I usually whip it out right then and there and start writing. (And by ''it'', I mean my notepad, which I carry everywhere.)

9. Try a prompt. There's an endless supply of writing prompts out there, you just have to use them. Prompts are great because it means you don’t have to think of something to write, you just have to obey. Sometimes, a few lines you've scribble in response to a prompt can become something bigger.

10. Know you can. Take the word "can't" out of your vocabulary. It isn't that you can't, it's simply that you aren't. Just because you're not writing at this exact moment doesn't mean that you can't write at all. Start telling yourself that you can write and see what a difference it can make.
Why are you still here? There's no excuse! Get writing!
© Wondra Vanian 2005

Thursday, 17 March 2005

Xanga Post: Thursday, March 17, 2005

The first thing I heard when I walked into the office this morning: "Is that a dressing gown?"

Yes. Yes it is.

Lol. I couldn't find any pants this morning so I thought, what the heck? I'll wear my pajamas. Sue looked frightened. "But people will laugh at you." she said. Then I asked her if she thought I cared whether or not people laugh at me. That's when she gave up. And I wore my pajamas. Too bad I couldn't find slippers.

Friday, 11 March 2005

Xanga Post: Friday, March 11, 2005

I'm thinking that I don't like our neighbours very much.

One of them, (we've narrowed it down to three) has called the council on us. Apparently, our overgrown garden is causing rats. Funny, I've never seen a rat anywhere near our house. A mouse once, yeah, but so what?

What makes me really mad is that whoever it was didn't just come over and say, "Listen, mate...Mind doing something about that jungle of yours? I'm worried about something attacking me." If they had done that, I'd totally understand. Now I'm just annoyed.

We have 14 days to clear it up before we get fined. Can you believe that? To make things more interesting... We ALL work at least five (if not six) days a week. And, it's barely spring so it's not really the best time to be doing it. Sue's got bad arthritis in her knees and Jay/I are SO not outdoors people. Not cool.

I've been forbidden from speaking to our neighbours until Sue has a word with them. I think she thinks I might insult them....

On another note, and this won't come as any great surprise to those who know me best, I'm afraid of heights. I only mention this because I FORGET that I'm afraid of heights until I'm actually TOO HIGH.

Case in point: I went for my daily walk at lunch today. Thinking that I'd like to have a change of scenary, I decided to walk across the overpass. I was doing okay until a lorry drove underneath me and startled me into looking down. WAAAAAAH! It was everything I could do to keep my tuna fish sandwich down in my stomach where it belonged! Then, I had to turn around and walk BACK. Watching my feet - watching ONLY my feet - trying NOT to freak out until I landed on solid ground.

I think I'll stick with my normal route from now on!

Thursday, 10 March 2005

Xanga Post: Thursday, March 10, 2005

They've drained the canal by our house and torn up the footpath. That hasn't made any of us very happy, especially since it's about spawning time for the frogs.

And if that wasn't bad enough... last night, it could've killed our dogs. The dogs, being the big dumb mutts that they are, love to jump in and splash around in the canal. Not a good idea when there's nothing in the canal but mud. We've been pretty good about policing them until then... they just managed to get ahead of us and *splash*.

We called them, thinking that they would just get out and run back. And maybe they could have just climbed back up... If the council hadn't cut down a bunch of trees a few months back and left them on the bank. The dogs couldn't find their way back up and were stuck, sinking, in the thick mud.

They were whining and crying and we couldn't get to them from our side of the canal. So, Jay ran down the lane and around to the canal and I ran up to grab Sue, in case we needed help pulling the dogs up. I called her and ran down to meet Jay, my asthmatic chest exploding all the way.

By the time I made it to the canal opposite our house, Jay had managed to coax the dogs back up onto the footpath and was giving them a good natured bollocking. Sooty had been stuck on the bank closest our house and was just hanging on. Sweep had been running up and down the muddy canal, trying to figure out which way was home. Jay called Sweep and he ran straight over. Sooty was afraid to go back in the mud, apparently. Sweep ran back and forth to him several times before Sooty followed him back to Jay.

Phew. At least that was over.

We walked back up the canal, around the corner and back down our lane. Sue was standing in the middle of the lane with a bucket of water. "They're not going in my house muddy!" she said. So... after their frightening episode, the dogs got heavily doused with cold water.

Jay and I just went up and collapsed on the couch. Between the cats and dogs (not to mention lizards), these animals will make me go gray before my time!

Wednesday, 9 March 2005

Xanga Post: Wednesday, March 09, 2005

I have the biggest, most destructive ass in the world! I hopped up on the counter at work to get a look at my tattoo so I could apply some "tattoo goo",  like ya do, and it broke! Not a loud, crashing break, just a creaking, "she canna take any more" kind of break. Not good.

52 days until Collectormania. I'm on a serious diet now. Lol.

Have I mentioned that I'm NOT a cat person?

Soooo not a cat person. But, I do have a kind heart. (shut up) That's why I let Luna sleep with me the last couple of weeks. Not unusual with cat owners, I like to think. Plus, I was feeling sorry for her since we had her neutered. But, it's no more Mrs. Nice Girl now...

The bloody cat had fleas. I now have flea bites on my legs. Do you think this makes Wondra happy? Nay nay. I want to sit and scratch my legs all day. I'm thinking of playing a fun new game after work. It's called the 100 metres kitty toss...

A great big hug goes out to Katie and Lindsay who have had a bit of bad luck. Hope things get better for you soon!

Monday, 7 March 2005

Xanga Post: Monday, March 07, 2005

Quote of the day:

"George W. Bush has turned the White House into the Home of the Whopper, telling one lie after another, all in pursuit of getting his dirty little war." ~Michael Moore~

Jay came home at 7:30am from Egg's on Sunday morning. Plus, he spent a lot of money on zombie posters. Boy, I was fighting mad! (Listening to Alanis all night might not have helped that.) But then he walked in and smiled and I totally forgot to be angry. I did give him a beating, though, which helped. (I also learned that 5:30am is an awesome time to walk the dogs. Lol.)

I had two months worth of birth control just vanish. Sue swears that she hasn't touched it and I didn't move it so we're at a loss. I doubt Jay would've bothered with it and if the dogs ate it, well, that would just be funny as hell. Unfortunately, it means that I had to go the the surgery this morning and try to get replacements off them. That was easy enough...

Only there was an old woman in front of me who insisted on giving the receptionist her entire life story. Eventually, I was told to pick up my pills in the afternoon and Sue and I finally got to go to work. (Oh, yay.) Never mind me being fifteen minutes late. And that was all before my work day even started!

Friday, 4 March 2005

The Great Neopian Tattoo Adventure

Jay promised to take me to get a tattoo as a Valentine's Day present. Between Jay being available and me getting time off, we didn't get in until yesterday.

We made our way into Newport and walked (ten minutes) to the tattoo parlour. I was more worried at that point about needing to pee than the tattoo itself but that didn't last long. The tattooist wouldn't let Jay come in with us so that was a major bummer. (I borrowed a digital camera for work so he could take pictures of me being in extreme pain.) I wanted to hold his hand!

I was pretty brave until I actually sat in the chair and the guy started tuning up the needle. That's when I freaked out. I thought I was going to chicken out. But, I bit my lip and went ahead with it. He stuck the pattern to my back and let me look in the mirror to see what it would look like. My response was Awwww. Lol.

Well, I sat back down in the Chair of Doom and he started the tattoo. It wasn't very bad... at first.

At first it was a bit like having a high powered vibrator strapped to my shoulder. But, the longer it went on, the more it hurt. Jay said that it was the opposite way with his tattoos but I always had to be difficult. It didn't help that the big tattooist was whistling along (operatically) to pop music and straddling me. That guy enjoys his job way too much!

Anyway, I was good for about fifteen minutes and then I had to ask for a break because I was afraid I'd either throw up or pass out. Or both. I even started to retch into a bin but dignity won out in the end and I didn't throw up. Phew. (Jay was laughing silently in the other room.)

After another ten minutes, I had to have another break because I was feeling sick again. Luckily, there was only about five minutes to go after that.

I turned out great! It's so adorable! I'm so glad I did it and it barely hurts at all now. (It's not even scabbing yet.) But, I don't think I'll ever get another one! Lol.


Jay and I spent a few hours wandering around (and laughing at me) after that. We picked up a mother's day present for his mum, a Nitendo 64 remote to go with the system due to arrive any day and some other random stuff. We grabbed a McDonald's on the way home and finished the afternoon off with Weakest Link and a nap. Bliss.

Wednesday, 2 March 2005

Xanga Post: Wednesday, March 02, 2005

Monday night was utterly hellish.

Jay and I went down to walk the dogs and on our way back up the path, I noticed Midnight, our black kitten laying behind Sue's car. I called him and he didn't answer so I went over and stroked him. Then panicked. His fur was all hard and he didn't move. Jay and I bundled him up and rushed up to the house to call the vet.

After waking the vet up and dragging him to Newport in the middle of the night, we hopped in the car and rushed down to the clinic, thinking that the cat had been run over. We had to wait around for about ten minutes in the cold for the vet to show up but when he did we went straight into the surgery room and laid Midnight on the table. The doc unwrapped him and told us that our kitten wasn't a kitten. We were so upset (especially me) that we didn't actually LOOK at the cat.

The cat, not Midnight, turned out to be a very old female cat with kidney failure. Jay and Sure were so relieved. I was too, mind, but I was also devistated. The cat had fairly new stitches which meant that somebody loved it and it had to die (there was nothing the vet could do) without its family. I was in bits the rest of the night. Luckily, Midnight was chilling on the back of the sofa when we got home and merely acted annoyed at being woken  up.


Sunday, 27 February 2005

Xanga Post: Sunday, February 27, 2005

Great finds at the car boot sale today:

-Snow White treasure troll plushie (TROLLS!)

-Garfield vhs tapes (the cartoon, not the sad excuse for a movie)

-Dude Where's My Country and The Scarlet Letter

- XXX (shh. secret. present.)

-Class of Nuke 'Em High (DVD for Jay)

Of course, I couldn't feel my fingers, toes, knees, ears or nose for two hours but...I think it was worth it. Lol. (Plus £8 pants at Walmart aka: ASDA.)

Thursday, 24 February 2005

Xanga Post: Thursday, February 24, 2005

Wales grinds to a halt for 1" of snow. LMAO. They forecast a bit of snow and there was a line of cars for over a mile trying to get into the supermarkets! Ha! I laugh in the face of blizzards for I am a Michigander. 

That being said, I walked for half an hour today in the freezing rain just to pick up a copy of Harry Potter and the Philospher's Stone (That's Sorcerer's Stone for Yanks.) from the library. I now have a blister. Oww.

Tuesday, 22 February 2005

Xanga Post: Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Friday March 4th, 2005: The date I'm getting my tattoo.

I took a half day yesterday so Jay and I could have some time together. I was great.

Never, never, never watch Creep! Gah! Jay made me watch it last night...Well, more like I watched the back of a pillow!

Friday, 18 February 2005

Xanga Post: Friday, February 18, 2005

Me: That's alright. He didn't give me a proof of purchase either so he can go to Hell.

Dave: I see you have the {name deleted} Service Centre attitude toward customer support.

Me: I see it more as monitor support and customer tolerance.


My poor baby's all stressed out about work.  *virtual hug*

Tuesday, 15 February 2005

Xanga Post: Tuesday, February 15, 2005

Here's a run down of my uber awesome Valentine's Day: (with all the juiciest bits removed)

I was so bummed about yesterday being Jay's first day back in work. Then, I got home and realised that he stayed home for me.  I was uber excited. We exchanged gifts then. (I'm getting a tattoo this weekend! That's my present. I'm getting a Scorchio!) Then, we curled up on the couch with a bottle of wine, ordered pizza and watched Notting Hill. Ya can't go wrong. Lol. Of course, we did watch a few other movies, as well since Jay's DVDs finally arrived. It was great. And, I barely got drunk at all.

Our poor kitties are getting spayed and neutered today. Midnight was licking his balls last night...It was such a sad sight. Lol. They're gonna be so pissed when they get home....

Monday, 14 February 2005

Xanga Post: Monday, February 14, 2005

Every now and then we all have a moment of sheer insanity. Let me share mine with you:

I was sitting in the toilet today, on the toilet, actually and happened to look down. Written, in big red letters on the tag on the inside of my thong was the following warning: "Keep away from fire."

What? What? I was dumbfounded. Keep away from fire....

WILL SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHY THE HELL I WOULD EVER CONSIDER LIGHTING MY ASS ON FIRE?!?!?!

Thursday, 10 February 2005

Xanga Post: Thursday, February 10, 2005

A Kitkat. All I want is a Kitkat. But, no. The stupid machine won't give me a Ktikat. Two different selections and I still can't get a Kitkat. Why? Why does the machine hate me so? Rar!

Anyway, it's been so great to have Jay home. He's gotta go back to work next week and it'll be so lonely to come home to an empty house. We're attempting to organise all of our collections and clothes, etc. This could take awhile. Lol.

Quote of the day: "Who is Shaun and why do you have so many letters from him?"

Wednesday, 9 February 2005

Xanga Post: Wednesday, February 09, 2005

They say that you learn something new every day and, it's true. Today, I learned that listening to Sting makes me want to puke. So there you go.

On another note, I just realised that I'm wearing two different socks...

Tuesday, 8 February 2005

Xanga Post: Tuesday, February 08, 2005

So Jay took me out to buy "knickers" this weekend. Well, he handed me money and stood outside the shops I was in. (I think he's still in mourning over the ducky thong. Lol.) We watched most of the Super Bowl together (before I zonked out. I did have to work in the morning!) on Sunday and Braveheart last night.

I'm still locked out of anzwers, I don't know if everyone else is but it's annoying. (I'm sick of the holiday look!) Anyway, time to either work or pretend to work while I work on my novel....

Amendment: Since writing this less than five minutes ago, I have somehow managed to give myself a papercut on my nose. With my novel. Lol.

Monday, 31 January 2005

Xanga Post: Monday, January 31, 2005

I must've been one of the most popular wives in South Wales this weekend. Jay's been drooling over this James Bond box set (all 20 films) so I bought it for him. (While we were playing hooky in Cardiff. Yay.)

We also picked up a pair of NBX wine glasses that went straight into our "bottom drawer." (ie: for when *please, please soon!* get our own place) It'll be great...like visiting the Addams family, I bet.

Friday, 28 January 2005

Xanga Post: Friday, January 28, 2005

BBBBOOOOOKKKSSS.

*happy, happy I have books dance*

I went down to the library at lunch time to borrow Frankenstein and ended up with a bag of 20 books for a pound! Wahoo!

Jay's gonna be home tonight when I get there.  I don't know what I'll do when he goes back to work. (At least he finally beat the damn game!)

Wednesday, 26 January 2005

Xanga Post: Wednesday, January 26, 2005

I got two emails that really made me laugh. Thanks to Katie and Gabe for that. Lol.  I have the best friends in the world.

Jay and I sat down together and ordered a bunch of DVDs from America. That was fun. And cheap, which is even better. (Two zombie movies though, so I'm getting ready for the nightmares now!) I've been trying to download the trailer to Corpse Bride, the new Tim Burton/Johnny Depp movie but I'm not having any luck. Sounds good though.

Jay's had a couple of days off of work because he was sick. It's really nice to hear "I'll be waiting for you when you get home." Awwww.  He had two days off last week and I asked him to cook dinner for me when I got home from work. The first day he ordered pizza and the second day he took me to McDonald's! Lol.

I think I'm starting a course on Monday that will give me a certification for being a Teacher's Assistant, which will really help get my Teacher's qualification. Yay! *happy, happy I have direction in life dance*

Quote of the day: "She looks like a South American Transvestite!"

Thursday, 20 January 2005

Xanga Post: Thursday, January 20, 2005

Well, it's only 1 and I feel as though I've already had an adventure for the day. Follow the journey of the immigrant hobbit and gnome tamer:

7:15am: While getting out of bed, trying very carefully not to wake the slumbering vampire, I accidentally head butt (head butted?) him. Don't ask me how these things happen, they just do.

8:20am: While trying to get dressed, I remembered that Sweep (aka: that bastard dog) peed across my legs last night, thus rendering my only pair of clean trousers a mess. So, I ended up wearing a pair of Jay's very old jeans. Result: 80's style jean parachute look.

8:45am: I arrived at Risca Surgery half an hour early because Sue was the only person who could give me a lift and I sure as hell wasn't walking that far in the morning.

9:00am: I took my novel along to work on while I was waiting since I had one test at 9:15 and another at 10:20. Unfortunatly, I haven't looked at it in about a week so I had to go back and reread what I have done so far to catch up. Bad idea. I ended up starting to *gasp* revise, which I promised myself I wouldn't do. The very first page looks like Mrs. Juel got ahold of it, it's been marked so much.

9:10am: I have my blood test done surprisingly early. Doctor's on time? Shock!

9:30am: Early again! I went into the asthma clinic for more tests. The doctor gave me a phallic looking machine to blow into twice a day for a month to test my asthma. Her thoughts are 1. my asthma is getting worse and they need to put me on a preventative inhaler or 2. I have something called Post Nasal Drip Syndrom which just sounds beyond disgusting. I think probably the latter.

10:00 am: The 151 bus showed up and actually stoped FOR A CHANGE. The bus driver was creepy though and gave me a dirty look when I got on. Grossness.

10:15 am: I almost missed my stop because I wasn't paying attention. The bus driver stopped about a yard after the bus stop and gave me a dirty look when I got off.

10:20am: During the MILE LONG walk from the bus stop to my job, I came across the local library. Well...I could just PASS it, could I? I wasn't suppose to be in until noon anyway. I wandered in and showed my card to the nice librarian. She explained that my card is only good for Caerphilly county, not Newport county. So, she finds some papers and offers to get me a library card.

10:25am: I am now a member at all Newport county libraries. *drool*

10:40am: I leave the library happily with 1. "historical fiction" novel and 2. Donna Kooler's 555 Fabulous Cross-Stich Patterns. I'm happy.

11:00am: I got to the sauna that is my office and found that half of the workforce is still off sick. More work for me.

11:15am: I got crap from a co-worker for making call outs because he was suppose to be making call outs. I can't wait for everyone else to come back.

11:45am: A bunch of suites came into the office. Terrible timing. I had a tuna fish sandwich sitting, half-eaten on my desk. Busted, big time. I'm really bad with that whole, "no food in the office" rule.

12:00noon: I went on lunch even though I'd only been in work for an hour. I don't care, I wanted to work on my novel. You should always choose creativity over monotony.

1:00pm: I wish I was still on lunch. Better yet, I wish I was still in bed with Jay... Don't know if he's mad at me for head butting him though...

Wednesday, 19 January 2005

Xanga Post: Wednesday, January 19, 2005

Some JERK broke into our car! They totally kicked in the passenger side door and ripped out all the starter stuff. The locks are all messed up now and there's a big gap between the door and the car. There wasn't even anything valuable in the car. What a bunch of assholes.

Sue's car was broken into the other day as well at ASDA. What the hell is wrong with these JACK ASSES?

Tuesday, 18 January 2005

Xanga Post: Tuesday, January 18, 2005

Jay and I had a really nice week off together. We didn't do much or go anywhere but it was good just to RELAX. My poor Jay got sick over the weekend though.

Katie called me! Yay! *happy happy someone loves me dance* I hope someone will take your cats, Katie!

So...I accidentally welded a pan to my mother-in-law's stove... and... yeah... that's all I'm gonna say about that.

Went to see my first pantomime this weekend. Believe me, if you go to a British panto, you will never forget to take your birth control again! The kids ran WILD! Heathens! Monkeys! Screaming, running, drooling, spilling, MONSTERS!

I feel SO TERRIBLE! I made some poor woman cry on the phone today. I didn't even MEAN to! I just told her that the number she called was wrong. So is she a total mess or am I a horrible person?