Quite a week this week, so far my ISP is throwing a tantrum because I said I wanted to leave.
My mother isn’t speaking to me… Although she is still managing to scream like a fishwife, go figure!
I had my medical on Monday for benefits, and it’s still only Wednesday!
Thank goodness for that! That’s all I can say.
Another “festive season” out of the way, so I can finally come out of hibernation for another 11 months!
I know I always sound incredibly grouchy at this time of year, but I just don’t get it.
For one, you have a full month of nothing but the same half dozen songs on every radio station, playing in every shop, department store, and even while you’re on hold with the call centres.
And let’s be honest, they were hardly great songs the first time around, but several years later and after the first couple of hours of the stuff how anyone manages to retain their sanity while shopping, or trying to work in a shop is beyond me.
I wonder if this is what they mean by writers block.
I keep thinking up things I want to write about, then sit at the keyboard and my brain goes empty.
Then the odd time I do still have a thought in my head, my fingers won’t work, so I hit all the wrong keys, have about one word in three that is actually a real word, have to go back to “hunt and peck” style typing, by which time I’ve lost all train of thought and am write back where I started from, sitting staring at the screen trying to work out what I was just blathering on about in my head.
…The fifth of November, Gunpowder, Treason and plot…
I’ve never quite understood the point of that… Why exactly are we supposed to celebrate a failed plot to blow up the Houses of Parliament?
Still… At least it means we’ll have learnt the one major lesson from the whole debacle, right…?
Not a chance.
I feel so cheated *pouts*
I thought I had a new job yesterday… I should have known it was too good to be true!
You see many, many years ago… Ok, so about 3…
I put my resume onto several on-line job sites. I liked the idea of hunting for work even while I lay in bed watching TV. But then that kind of thing probably appeals to most people, since job hunting isn’t the most interesting thing in the world.
Well I survived the decorating, at least for the most part. I did come close to ripping most of the hair out of my head, until I remembered I wouldn’t be able to brush it forward and hide behind it if I did that…
So my hair remains intact.
The contents of the bedroom were removed on Monday last week, Ceilings were painted on Tuesday and paper was hung on Wednesday. Thursday we gave it a day off to dry out, then Friday, Saturday and Sunday were taken up painting it.
I’m ready for a week off and it’s only Tuesday…
Not to mention I’m not even working, so a week off isn’t really relevant…
Have I ever mentioned how much I hate decorating?
It’s not so much the decorating itself per say, it’s all the stuff that goes with it. Having to move all the junk all around the house, having boxes and said junk in every other room in the house, just in the right place to trip over, or walk into every time you move anywhere.
I was doing my usual paddling around the internet yesterday checking the following weeks DVD releases for anything worth having, when I came across an item connected to the new Fantastic Four film.
Apparently the actor Chris Evans (who plays Johnny Storm) has decided he no longer wants to do any shirtless scenes in movies so people will take him seriously as an actor.
Oh the poor dear, how my little heart bleeds for him, to look like that, have a body people would kill for, and not to be taken seriously. 
I kind of walked into this one. You’d think after 32 years I’d have learned to keep my mouth shut wouldn’t you?
Daddy Dearest only finished work last night for 2 weeks holiday and already I’m about ready to slaughter him in his sleep!
Doesn’t really bode too well for his survival rate by the end of his two week holiday does it?
But I’m getting ahead of myself, maybe I should explain…
Yesterday I mentioned the slight feeding frenzy there’s been lately with the birds flocking to the bird food. Well the main culprit is the Starling. It’s a pretty looking thing with petrol coloured feathers once it’s an adult, but they’re noisy, greedy and tend to squabble a lot, so they’re not the most welcome of visitors to people’s gardens as they tend to frighten off a lot of the other more timid birds. I couldn’t get close enough for a decent shot, so I did a quick google search and snaffled a close-up of one to show you (as usual, give it a click for the full size).
