The Sozzled Mumble

A lad in work is leaving. A group of us started at the same time about 7 months ago and I'm finding it a bit weird that people want to leave so soon. In fact I had a quiet freak out to myself (well, to the fella rather) about it. It seems the general consensus amongst my work mates that looking for a new job is the essential thing in 2008.

So, as everybody else is showing signs of desperation I thought that maybe I should be too. I got annoyed at myself and the fella got annoyed at me getting annoyed at myself that I just gave in to my annoyance and thought I'd just settle down to my general aggrieved feeling. Then I thought I actually enjoy what I'm doing (for the first time ever) and there is room to advance in the industry, but for now I'm learning every day and am quite happy to stay doing what I'm doing for a good while yet.

And as for all the moaning desperado's, well they can just bog off to another job if that's what they want........it's certainly not what I want.

Diarrhoea. This is what I have today. Oh good.

We spent a lovely evening with the fellas brother and wife. We watched 1408 (john cusack & samuel L) which was ok. Considering it's the film version of Stephen Kings book I did expect more but never mind. A nice thai meal and a couple of whiskeys and we had a very pleasant night.

Then came the cramping. I have no idea what time it started but it was definately dark and cold. I managed to get to the toilet (just in time ) and a bunch of comedy trumping, tooting, whistling, raspberrying noises came flooding (sorry) out of my derriere. The worst part of it wasn't the fact that the toilet is right next to my brother & sister-in-law to be's bedroom.....it was the lack of toilet paper.......that is, there was none. At all. In the house. Aaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhh!!! I was reduced to tatty bits of tissue from my pocket until I remembered I bought a small pack of tissues from Boots earlier. Thank you karma!

Step and repeat the above 8 times and we have what some might call a pretty horrible night. We left early this morning. I find it's much better being in your own house, with your own toilet paper, with your own blanket when you're sick. Didn't get much sleep last night so I think I'll have a snooze in a bit on the sofa here.

And I never got to see Bikini Bloodbath because their player couldn't read the damn disc. Maybe get a chance later.

So, I fancy myself as a bit of a writer (who doesn't) but today I'm having a lack of inspiration attack. It's bloody hopeless today so I thought I'd come on blog and try to catch up on everyone's news.

Heath Ledger has died. (I know I'm a bit late with this) I remember when River Pheonix died. I must have been about 14 and my friend rang me up, didn't say hello, but said dramatically, River. Pheonix. Is. Dead. After I hung up I wrote a poem about it (as you do) something about a bright light that has gone out or some such original nonsense. I mourned for about 3 weeks - everyone else couldn't give a shit.

Ah, I'm feeling particularly grumpy today. The fella was supposed to take some accommodation info to work today so he can make photocopies for the wedding party but he forgot....which means I'm set back a few more days. He's just phoned asking to do him a 'favour' which I did. He didn't mention the photocopies so he has forgot about it completely. Terrific. Of course I didn't mention it either......instead I'm going to be a total woman about it and let him realise it for himself when he comes in later and sees the brochure where it has lain since last night.

I've asked him to phone the minister......I wonder how this will turn out.

Hello.

This is my little niece/nephew.

*waves back*

Right, I'm sitting here breathing in the fella's ass.

He's on a big health drive and has started eating beans because they are full or protein or some such nonsense, not just ordinary beans either, bbq beans of death. The dirty sod is standing outside trumping his head off and giggling.

Meanwhile, I have half done our 'save the date' invites today. I've still to photo-copy some hotel info and flight info to insert and then I can get rid of them. They are self-assemble ones and I had a bloody fight with the printer for about an hour because it wasn't doing what I told it to. Anyhoo, I worked it out and they are done.

We are now expecting 2 new human beings this year. No, not me - my sisters one and now my friend is pregnant with her first jelly-bean and we are all quite excited by the news.

Everythings gone a bit grown up all of a sudden. I was hoping that it was one big joke when people said you'll know when you become an adult when all your friends start getting married and having babies. I don't think I've finished being a kid yet.

Tried to call the minister today to see if he's available to oversee our ceremony. Was all a bit nervous seeing as I don't know the man. But I had to leave a message as he was out n about doing good things probably. Hopefully he'll be able to do it.

Spent a lovely morning with the fella and his papa.

My dad-in-law-to-be wanted to set up an ISA for us (in my name woo-hoo) so we'd have a little bit to spend on the wedding or, more likely, the honeymoon. We then had some lunch at the local pub, I had chicken and half expected Jamie Oliver to pop up amongst the vinegar sachets telling me off for eating, what is probably a battery-hen.

I wonder what pensioners and single mothers/fathers would have said to Multi-millionaire Jamie if he'd asked them if they were 'stingy bastards' for not spending £1 more on free-range chicken. (Extra £1 my arse - it's more like an extra £2.50). 1 in 5 people in this (1st-world) country aren't earning enough to live on so some people don't have a bloody choice but to buy the cheapest thing otherwise the whole family will go hungry.

The self-assemble stationary will be here next wednesday. Woo-hoo. Self-assemble yet it still cost me over a £100.

Had my hair cut this morning after about 6 months. If you were wondering where all the Robins had gone this winter, they were nesting in my witchy-monster-hair. However, this is now a thing of the past and I have lovely sleek choppy-layered gorgeous normal looking locks once more.

Saw an amazing story on The One Show tonight.

It was about women who, due to a shortage of male pilots, flew The Spitfire in World War Two. Known as the Spitfire Ladies, their job was to fly planes from the factories to the frontline. The programme brought together three former ATA (Air Transport Auxiliary) pilots to an airshow in Duxford to talk about their memories.

What struck me about these women was their matter-of-fact attitude. This was an extremely dangerous job; they weren't even trained properly - such was the nature of the war and the desperation for planes they were just handed a book of notes and told to get themselves into the cockpit. Most of the women were in their 20's but many were mothers and even grandmothers.

I found these women so inspirational. I didn't even know they existed. Of course, after the war ended they became surplus and, because of their gender, any opportunity in aviation went to their male counterparts.

The short segment on the show didn't cover as much as I would have like but there is a book out (hoo-ray) called ‘Spitfire Women of World War 2’ by Giles Whittell and is published by Harper Collins if anyone's interested. I know I am.

Looks like I'm going dancing.

Another couple we hang out with now and again have asked if we would like to try ballroom/salsa dancing with them somewhere. We - rather the fella - needs to have some lessons as his version of dancing is to pick me up and twirl me about the floor like I'm 5. Which is hardly exciting for me and I would like our first dance as married folk to at least look like normal dancing.

Got our tickets for the Elephant Man. Apparently this has been on broadway and had excellent reviews so this should be an interesting one.

The folks now know about my sisters pregnancy so now I can stop telling myself over and over not to let anything slip before I phone to speak to them.

Oh, and we went back to Asda. Ah, there's nothing sweeter than routine at good old Asda.....no more Tesco's for us.....apart from when we need to recycle as they've got a good recycling area there.

As part of the new year and also part of our "moving-to-a-new-city-so-we-must-do-new-and-sociable-things" pact, today, instead of going to Asda we decided to go to tesco's instead. Oh, we are crazy kids.

I'm a creature of habit and routine so 'stepping out of the asda box' was very exciting indeed.

The fella insisted that he knew where the Tesco's was, "I know exactly where it is'" He said with confidence. "It's right up the road on the left somewhere. We went past it when your parents came over that time."

I, however, wasn't so sure. I thought it was up a totally different road that time my parents came over. "No, it's definately up this road. Come on, trust in your fella."

Ok, I thought I would put my trust in him..........45 minutes later (it should have been a 6 minute drive) we were driving along a deserted country-fied road...mist descending in on us with nothing but fields and an old lady in front of us doing 30miles on a 60 mile road. "Er....I don't think this is right." Said the fella. "You don't say." Said I. I don't even think we were still in Yorkshire.

So, we had to come back home to google tesco. And would you believe it.........Tesco's was down the very road I said it was down. Did I get 'oh sorry about that love, you were right all along?' Did I bugger.

Lesson today is trust in your instincts and you will always find a Tesco's Megastore.

£105.75 for save the date cards and invitation cards - and these are self assemble ones as well.

Oh well, it's only the once I'll be doing this so I guess that's not so bad. A lot of the cards I have been looking at charge between £2-£4 PER CARD!! and there aren't any nice winter wedding one's that I've seen that are as nice as the one's I've bought.

Now that the wedding is 'this year' rather than 'next year' I feel like I'll get into bit of a panic if I don't organise it all now.

But, the cards are ordered so I am now calm..........have to make a list of good guest houses in NI for people to stay in.....should I do that now?....er......it's new years day so technically I should just leave any chores until later.....maybe just a quick game of Sudoku and then back to it.

Happy 2008.

Here we are again starting off another one.

I wonder how many people have started a new blog as their new years resolution....and how many will still be around in a years time.

I'm also getting married this year. Eek.