Hmmm dusty...

I know, I know. But I'm hardly ever online long enough to remember to come on and update.

We still haven't got broadband back yet and I just end up checking my emails and then logging off as the connection just seems so slow. I have found that AOL do a Daily SuDoku puzzle which is quite nice, but I want my BT Yahoo back!

Found this about Warcraft on the BBC and it made me both glad that I'm not on there to catch it and sad that I'm not on there to see if it has affected the server I play on.

We have just signed up to ScreenSelect who are one of those DVD rental postal sites. We've "Bill Bailey: Part Troll" and "Stage Beauty" so far. Watched BB last night and I'll watch SB today. It means we can watch all sorts of new stuff and lots of good old stuff for not a lot of dosh and means that we can road test new films before deciding if we like them enough to buy them.

That's pretty much all we've been up to. I've been doing lots of cross-stitch and picking out little projects to attempt for christmas, and I'm still just about FLYing - I'm procrastinating about the Control Journal (I bought her version, but 3-ring binders are not standard in the UK and I have no hole punch, and can't decide whether to try to buy a USA style folder.....etc etc)

So the plans for today are, do some washing up, change the bed, snuggle with the kittens, watch Stage Beauty, and watch the GP later. There's probably a few other things to do as well, I could do with doing more washing, but have nowhere to dry it so probably won't. I shall make a list of household things we need to buy instead (like airers).

Emily moves into uni today so I am feeling rather old. I shall put on the Bluetones and Bowling for Soup and dance like there's no one watching (which there isn't, apart from the cats).

Sunday, Sunday

(sung like Monday, Monday but with different words....)

I am so chilled right now. We had a nice long snuggle in bed this morning before he had to head off to the wrestling and then I got up and did some cleaning.

Now my living room is all tidy, the washings hanging upstairs and the cats are curled up on the (hoovered) sofa.

But I am cold, it's getting to be the time of year again where he's too hot and I'm freezy icy woman. So I have made a decision and put the heating on. Not so high that I could wander about nekkid, but high enough so I don't need to be wearing gloves to type this. In a few weeks it'll settle down and this temp will be ok but for the moment I am cold. Besides, having the heating on will make the washing dry faster - it's all very well for FLYlady to talk about laundry rooms and dryers but all I have is the washing machine in my kitchen!

Ok, I'm off to try and play some games (despite the computer being so slow now broadband is off for a bit) and to snuggle with my kitties.

*sigh* cats...

Foley's latest act of chewing has meant that we have no broadband access for the moment as he bit through the modem power cable (computer was off).

So online time will be limited for a while. I'll attempt to go round reading blogs every few days, but can't manage every day as usual. Hopefully we can get a new power cable soon and then things will be back to normal.

In the meantime I am watching lots of documentaries and films and doing lots of cross-stitch.

Love you!

Bad Day - Daniel Powter

I'd like to point out first that I love this song and that it cheers me up and makes me sing out loud, despite the title of it!

Where is the moment we needed the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to grey
They tell me your passion's gone away
And I don't need no carryin' on

You stand in the line just to hit a new low
You're faking a smile with the coffee to go
You tell me your life's been way off line
You're falling to pieces everytime
And I don't need no carryin' on

Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

Well you need a blue sky holiday
The point is they laugh at what you say
And I don't need no carryin' on

You had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day

(Oh.. Holiday..)

Sometimes the system goes on the blink
And the whole thing turns out wrong
You might not make it back and you know
That you could be well oh that strong
And I'm not wrong

So where is the passion when you need it the most
Oh you and I
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost

Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
You've seen what you like
And how does it feel for one more time
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

Had a bad day
Had a bad day
Had a bad day
Had a bad day
Had a bad day

Today's Horoscope

Your logical mind might try to make rational sense of the strange metaphysical ideas, KATE, that are popping in and out of your head today. Some of them might be conclusions drawn from books you've been reading, but others might actually be messages from the other side. Write down whatever insights come your way. They might not seem logical, but they'll make a difference to your life. In the evening: Discuss these ideas with a love partner.

Well I will when he gets home from work...at about 10.30!

Nicest breakfast in the world?

Now bear in mind two things. 1) I'm only 26, and 2) I'm not a big fan of breakfast. Eating early in the morning makes me queasy, I can manage something when I'm done rushing about and walking to work, but before that I just feel sick.

Yesterday I decided to try eating breakfast again, but with no cereal or milk, it didn't happen. So when I went to buy lunch I thought I'd get some cereal and try again.

Now I have found the nicest cereal in the world (if you're not allergic to any of the ingredients anyway). I bought it in Marks & Spencers, mainly because I had no actual cash and so was spending a voucher on food. I think it was £1.99 for the box, not cheap but then again it's the only cereal I've ever had where the serving size is right. I've always gone way over the serving size after trying it, but today it was perfect.

Anyway, let's give you the details.

Triple Chocolate Crunch

For chocolate enthusiasts everywhere, a myriad of chocolate sensations in one cereal bowl! Deliciously moreish crunchy oat cocoa clusters are a unique receipe to us. We have added melt-in-the-mouth white & dark chocolate curls with over 40% cocoa and fudge-like truffles to ensure you experience chocolate heaven in every mouthful.

The closest comparison I can make is chocolate HobNobs smashed up - except nicer.

Plus, it's not as high in calories as it sounds.

When I brought it home last night Phoenix looked at it and laughed.

"Why are you laughing?"

"You know when Campbell does her whole "If you were me, and I was a book, which shelf would I be on" when she's looking for returns?"

"Yup"

"Well if you were a breakfast cereal and I was looking for you..."

"Yup"

"You'd be that one"

(I think it was a compliment)

Teatowels and cricket

I actually watched some cricket at the weekend. I blame Rob, because he put it on and got me vaguely interested. So with a break in the middle to watch the Moto GP (running out of petrol!!!) I watched cricket. And I quite enjoyed it too.

I've never been a cricket fan, and I wouldn't call myself one now, I'm just someone who will occasionally watch The Ashes matches. I'm unlikely to ever turn into a cricket fan though. I do partly blame this on Jon (my boyfriend while at uni) who used to watch it on Ceefax....yup, on Ceefax. Watching the page update ever now and then to say 1 or 2 more runs than before. Paint drying or Ceefax cricket....you decide!

Anyhoo, this post was brought about by the fact that I attempted to explain what I knew of cricket to Phoenix (who is DEFINATELY not a cricket person) by remembering a teatowel that my parents had (and probably still have in a drawer somewhere). Along with the fabulous "Dick Turpin" teatowel (a replica of the poster announcing his hanging) they had one that explained cricket in a kind of w.t.f. way. But I couldn't remember it all and got very confused.

The good old BBC however, have kindly included it in an article about blogging about cricket. So here, for your confusion, are the rules of cricket.

You have two sides, one out in the field and one in. Each man that's in the side that's in goes out, and when he's out he comes in and the next man goes in until he's out. When they are all out, the side that's out comes in and the side that's been in goes out and tries to get those coming in, out.

Books

Recently I've been reading through my collection of Janet Evanovich books. I started reading her books a long long time ago - I bought book 6 in hardback when I was living in Canterbury and she's just done number 11. The only other authors I can remember reading consistently like that (current authors that is) are Terry Pratchett and Katie Fforde.

Anyways, I read book 1 and didn't remember the storyline! It's been so long since I read it, mainly because I was missing odd ones in the sequence so tended to only read the three that I had in a row. Then at Christmas I filled in all the gaps, but since I'd also done that with Pratchett and was reading those, Stephanie Plum drew the short straw.

But I digress. The real point of this post follows below.

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Where's My Cow? 1st October 2005. £10.99

At six o'clock every day, without fail, with no excuses, Sam Vimes must go home to read "Where's My Cow?", with all the right farmyard noises, to his little boy. There are some things you have to do. It is the most loved and chewed book in the world. But his father wonders why it is full of moo-cows and baa-lambs when Young Sam will only ever see them cooked on a plate. He can think of a more useful book for a boy who lives in a city. So Sam Vimes starts adapting the story. A story with streets, not fields. A book with rogues and villains. A book about the place where he'll grow up.

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Thud! 1st October 2005 £17.99

Koom Valley? That was where the trolls ambushed the dwarfs, or the dwarfs ambushed the trolls. It was far away. It was a long time ago. But if he doesn't solve the murder of just one dwarf, Commander Sam Vimes of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch is going to see it fought again, right outside his office. With his beloved Watch crumbling around him and war-drums sounding, he must unravel every clue, outwit every assassin and brave any darkness to find the solution. And darkness is following him. Oh...and at six o'clock every day, without fail, with no excuses, he must home to read "Where's My Cow?", with all the right farmyard noises, to his little boy. There are some things you have to do.

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And those lovely people at Author Tracker just sent me this in an email.

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Dear Reader,

What you have here is an excerpt from my new novel, Thud! It's about a murder in the dark that resurrects an ancient mystery (that statement is true and, since this is a mystery, carefully misleading), and about the man -- Commander Sam Vimes of the City Watch -- who must figure it all out. And avert a war at the same time. And make sure he's home by six
o'clock every night to read a bedtime story to his little boy. Some things are important, after all.

If you haven't read one of my books before, don't worry. Although I've written a lot of them, and most are set in the same place and occasionally share characters, knowing what's gone before might enhance the fun, but it's not necessary to the overall experience. This is pretty much a standalone book and anyone who's ever read a crime novel or a thriller or a fantasy book, for that matter, should be able to hum along happily until they pick up the refrain.

Yep, I used the word "fantasy" But the Discworld, on which a lot of my books are set, isn't your classic fantasy world. All the big wars were a long time ago. Now people just want to get on in the world and make a buck or two. The people might be dwarfs or trolls or wizards, but at the same time they can be bureaucrats or thugs or shoe salesmen. (I guess that's why the ubiquitous "they" have said that I'm a master of satire. Right. I didn't know it was that easy.) It's life in a big city where a young female vampire points out that the real problem with turning yourself into a flock of bats is keeping track of the one that's carrying your underwear; where a werewolf can only take a B.A.T.H. if she spells it out in her head; and where being the commander of the police department is just as much of a headache as it
is here.

And, just like here, the dragons to watch out for are no longer the big fiery things in the sky, but the same old evil one ones that live in our minds . . .

--Terry Pratchett


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Thud . . .

. . . that was the sound the heavy club made as it connected with the head. The body jerked, and slumped back.

And it was done, unheard, unseen: the perfect end, a perfect solution, a perfect story.

But, as the dwarfs say, where there is trouble you will always find a troll.

The troll saw.



It started out as a perfect day. It would soon enough be an imperfect one, he knew, but just for these few minutes, it was possible to pretend that it wouldn't.

Sam Vimes shaved himself. It was his daily act of defiance, a confirmation that he was. . . well, plain Sam Vimes.

Admittedly, he shaved himself in a mansion, and while he did so, his butler read out bits from the Times, but they were just. . .circumstances. It was still Sam Vimes looking back at him from the mirror. The day he saw the duke of Ankh-Morpork in there would be a bad day. "Duke" was just a job description, that's all.

"Most of the news is about the current. . .dwarfish situation, sir," said Willikins, as Vimes negotiated the tricky area under the nose. He still used his granddad's cutthroat razor. It was another anchor to reality. Besides, the steel was a lot better than the steel
you got today. Sybil, who had a strange enthusiasm for modern gadgetry, kept on suggesting he get one of those new shavers, with a little magic imp inside that had its own scissors and did all the cutting very quickly, but Vimes had held out. If anyone was going to be using a blade near his face, it was going to be him.

"Koom Valley, Koom Valley," he muttered to his reflection. "Anything new?"

"Not as such, sir," said Willikins, turning back to the front page. "There is a report of that speech by Grag Hamcrusher. There was a disturbance afterwards, it says. Several dwarfs and trolls were wounded. Community leaders have appealed for calm."

Vimes shook some lather off the blade. "Hah! I bet they have. Tell me, Willikins, did you fight much when you were a kid? Were you in a gang or anything?"

"I was privileged to belong to the Shamlegger Street Rude Boys, sir," said the butler.

"Really?" said Vimes, genuinely impressed. "They were pretty tough nuts, as I recall."

"Thank you, sir," said Willikins smoothly. "I pride myself I used to give somewhat more than I got if we needed to discuss the vexed area of turf issues with the young men from Rope Street. Stevedore's hooks were their weapon of choice, as I recall."

"And yours. . .?" said Vimes, agog.

"A cap-brim sewn with sharpened pennies, sir. An ever-present help in times of trouble."

"Ye gods, man! You could put someone's eye out with something like that."

"With care, sir, yes," said Willikins, meticulously folding a towel.

And here you stand now, in your pinstripe trousers and butlering coat, shiny as schmaltz and fat as butter, Vimes thought, while he tidied up under the ears. And I'm a duke. How the world turns.

"And have you ever heard someone say "let's have a disturbance"?" he said.

"Never, sir."

"Me neither. It only happens in newspapers." Vimes glanced at the bandage on his arm. It had been quite disturbing, even so.

"Did it mention I took personal charge?" he said.

"No, sir. But it does say here that rival factions in the street outside were kept apart by the valiant efforts of the Watch, sir."

"They actually used the word "valiant"?" said Vimes, still tidying up under the ears.

"Indeed they did, sir."

"Well, good," Vimes conceded grumpily. "Do they record that two officers had to be taken to the Free Hospital, one of them quite badly hurt?"

"Unaccountably, not, sir," said the butler.

"Huh. Typical. Oh, well. . .carry on."

Willikins coughed a butlery cough. "You might wish to lower the razor for the next one, sir. I got into trouble with her ladyship about last week's little nick."

Vimes watched his image sigh, and lowered the razor. "All right, Willikins. Tell me the worst."

Behind him, the paper was professionally rustled. "The headline on page three is: "Vampire Officer For The Watch?" sir," said the butler, and took a careful step backwards.

"Damn! Who told them?"

"I really couldn't say, sir. It says you are not in favor of vampires in the Watch but will be interviewing a recruit today. It says there is a lively controversy over the issue."

"Turn to page eight, will you?" said Vimes grimly. Behind him, the paper rustled again.

"Well?" he said, "That's where they usually put their silly political cartoon, isn't it?"

"You did put the razor down, did you, sir?" said Willikins.

"Yes!"

"Perhaps it would also be just as well if you stepped away from the washbasin, too, sir."

"There's one of me, isn't there?" said Vimes grimly.

"Indeed there is, sir. It portrays a small nervous vampire and, if I may say so, a rather larger-than-life drawing of yourself leaning over your desk, holding a wooden stake in your right hand. The caption is "Any good on a stake-out, eh?" sir, this being a humorous wordplay referring, on the one hand, to the standard police procedure."

"Yes, I think I can just about spot it," said Vimes wearily. "Any chance you could nip down and buy the original before Sybil does? Every time they run a cartoon of me, she gets hold of it and hangs it up in the library!"

"Mr., er, Fizz does capture a very good likeness, sir," the butler conceded. "And I regret to say that her ladyship has already instructed me to go down to the Times office on her behalf."

Vimes groaned.

"Moreover, sir," Willikins went on, "her ladyship desired me to remind you that she and Young Sam will meet at the studio of Sir Joshua at eleven sharp, sir. The painting is at an important stage, I gather."

"But I..."

"She was very specific, sir. She said if a commander of police cannot take time off, who can?"


On this day in 1802, the painter Methodia Rascal woke up in the night because the sounds of warfare were coming from a drawer in his bedside table.

Again.


One little light illuminated the cellar, which was to say that it lent different textures to the darkness and divided shadow from darker shadow.

The figures barely showed up at all. It was quite impossible, with normal eyes, to tell who was talking.

"This is not to be talked about, do you understand?"

"Not talked about? He's dead!"

"This is dwarf business! It's not to come to the ears of the city watch! They have no place here! Do any of us want them down here?"

"They do have dwarf officers --"

"Hah. D'rkza. Too much time in the sun. They're just short humans now. Do they think dwarf? And Vimes will dig and dig and wave the silly rags and tatters they call laws. Why should we allow such a violation? Besides, this is hardly a mystery. Only a troll could have done it, agreed? I said, are we agreed?"

"That is what happened," said a figure; the voice was thin and old and, in truth, uncertain.

"Indeed, it was a troll," said another voice, almost the twin of that one, but with a little more assurance.

The subsequent pause was underlined by the ever-present sound of the pumps.

"It could only have been a troll," said the first voice. "Is it not said that behind every crime you will find the troll?"

Excerpted from Thud! Copyright © 2005 by Terry Pratchett. HarperCollins Publishers. All rights reserved.

Ugh...

Had a totally sleazy guy in at work today. Wanted to talk to me about the women that visit him while he's asleep to have sex with him. Wanted me to find him a "coven" that would help him. When he started making gestures to describe it all, I excused myself and went off to have a pretend phonecall with a colleague.

Phoenix reckons it was my annual dose of sleaze ;-)

So tonight is chilling night. I was planning to do some bits and pieces but now I get to play WoW, eat chocolate and drink red wine.

Now then, where's that chocolate.....

Quizzes, blame Morganna!

Take the quiz: "What dragon species are you? (Stunning pics)"

Fire Dragon
Rage, passion, you burn with the essence of a powerful flame. You are powerful and majestic and dont let anyone stand in your way without a fight.

Take the quiz: "What is your Inner Dragon (neat pictures)"

Green Dragon
Your Inner Dragon is the embodiment of Nature and the Earth.Greens spend almost all of their time below the canopy or just above the treetops in tropical rain forests.You speak the language of every animal and plant in your domain and know most of them by first name.Because of your protector/caretaker role, you are the Earth Elemental dragon. You also like to like to impose your steadfast will on others, commune with Nature, and lobby governments for alternative fuels and conservation. Your favorable attributes are Midnight, Winter, gemstones, mountains, caves, soil, respect, endurance, responsibility, prosperity, and purpose in life.

Take the quiz: "What Kind of Pirate are Ye? (*Pix*)"

The Wench Aboard
Sex? Yes Please! You tend to stay locked up in your cabin awaiting your lover! You also forget your head in the clouds, of Romance Novels. You take what life has to offer and deal with it. Whether it involves being kidnapped by Pirates...or shoveling the water out of your room aboard the ship. You flirt with anything that moves and hate to be lonely. As long as you keep your wits about you, you actually can be quite charming. (snigger)

Take the quiz: " Which Egyptian God or Goddess do you represent? (Pictures!)"

Thoth, God of Wisdom and Learning
Thoth was said to be self-created, along with his wife Ma'at. He was said to be represented by a baboon, these grave facial features displaying extreme thoughtfulness. He supposedly carried a pen and scrolls with him, with which he records all things.

You are a very intelligent individual. You know what is important in life, and that you have to be smart to live in this world. Perhaps you get a bit too caught up in books, to the point where you are oblivious to other things, but for the most part, you are wise and thoughtful. People can depend on you for advice and you can always give those crucial words of wisdom when they are most needed.

Take the quiz: "LOTR Personality Match W/Excellent Pics"

Arwen
She is said to be the most beautiful of all living beings. Her heart being just as beautiful. You also have a good heart and you walk with a light about your face.

Take the quiz: "Your Greek Goddess Soulmate (With Pictures) Girls Only"

Goddess Artemis
You are most like Artemis. She was known as the Mistress of Animals and the protectress of children, but she was also a huntress and the goddess who could bring death with her arrows. She is a strong willed and powerful goddess, a female who could punish injustices against the gods with ferocious and deadly accuracy. And as an Olympian goddess, Artemis was free to pursue her interests, and was often found frolicking in the forests, accompanied by a band of nymphs.Myths and legends show that the goddess Artemis was aloof and free-spirited, and not constrained by husband or hearth.

Take the quiz: "Which Greek god/goddess are you?"

Artemis
You are Artemis! Artemis was the virgin Goddess of the Hunt.She helped women in childbirth but also brought sudden death with her arrows.Artemis and her brother Apollo were the children of Zeus and Leto. In some versions of their myth, Artemis was born first and helped her mother to deliver Apollo. (Hmmmm....)

Take the quiz: "What Celtic Diety are you?"

Epona
(Pan-Celtic) [ey-PONE-ah, AY-paw-nah or Ay-PAWN-nuh] Divine Horse; The Great Mare; Goddess of horses; Mother Goddess. Fertility, maternity, protectress of horses, horse-breeding, prosperity, dogs, healing springs, crops. Epona is typically with mares and foals, usually riding sidesaddle or merely in association with horses. She also holds cornucopiae sheaves of grain and other fruits suggesting an ancillary role as a vegetation goddess. Epona is also, on occasion, linked with dogs and birds. (and there's my lady.)

Sunday musings

As is usually the case on a Sunday when I've worked I have "big" thoughts on the walk home. Today wasn't an exception and since today they made more sense than usual (as in someone who isn't me could understand what I was wiffling on about) I thought I'd try and capture them.

I was thinking about the fact that in her blog my sister has pictures of a guy called Louis. Now Louis is the baby brother of a girl that I was at primary school with, Natasha. I can remember Louis as a little kid always wanting to tag along with our games, and now he's in the pub with my baby sister.

It made me think about the fact that I've never really had any cohesive friendships that go right theway through. I mean, Pami's been around for a long while as a very very good friend, but even that only really started happening in the fourth year of senior school (the school year you turn 15 for USA readers).

It made me think about the people I've known at different times and the reasons I no longer know them now. For some it's easy, I wasn't at school with Natasha and Louise and Christine any more. For others it's slightly more difficult, like Jessica it was because she'd gone from out all night drinker chick to homebody but seemed to resent the fact I was still doing the drinking thing. Then I know that after we stopped being friends and she split with Robin, she started working really hard at uni and got the grades she wanted while still going out and having fun sometimes.

With Paul and Jacqui I know it was mainly because I'd split up with Jon and moved out, but also I'd changed from being the girl in the bar every night and drinking as soon as I got up into someone who has work the next morning and who would quite like to stay in.

It made me realise just how much I've changed and that the life I'm living now isn't who I could have imagined myself a few years ago. At the time of Georges death I expected to hit rock bottom again, but thought I hadn't. With all the crap from the last year I expected it, but again though I hadn't. Then when I lost the baby the day before the wedding I did hit, but it wasn't what I expected.

Rock bottom had changed completely from the place where I lived during my last year of school. It wasn't the same place that I escaped from by drinking about a bottle of vodka a day. I looked around rock bottom that night and saw flowers growing in what had previously been a desert.

I had the knowledge that Phoenix loves me, that I was about to gain a whole new family that I love, that I had found people who truly care about me, not the things I'm doing or who I'm hanging out with, but me. This meant I went to sleep smiling, rather than going back to being the girl with the razor cuts on her arms and vodka in her bottle of Fanta.

Now I have my house with the two cats in the yard (well, Foleys in the hall yodelling at the door and Esmes under the bookcase, but you know what I mean), I have a man who adores me (most of the time, except when I pinch all the duvet) two families of people who are there to support me and friends that I won't give up without a fight. I have a job I love, and although I'll still be at work for Christmas I know that when I do get pregnant again I'll have all the love and support from my co-workers that I could possibly hope for.

Life is good, and even when it's bad I know that it can't beat me down.

I know I am strong.

Musically minded

RichieFingers recently got some new CD's for work which are all quite nice but a couple of songs have been lodging themselves in my brain so I can't escape.

They're by Jem and very much worth a listen. She did the song Closer that went with the film, very spooky and tempting.

The main two that stick with me are:

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24

Been given 24 hours
To tie up loose ends
To make amends
His eyes said it all
I started to fall
And the silence deafened
Head spinning round
No time to sit down
Just wanted to
Run and run and run
Be careful they say
Don't wish life away,
Now I've one day

And I can't believe
How I've been wasting my time

In 24 hours they'll be
Laying flowers
On my life, it's over tonight
I'm not messing no I
Need your blessing
And your promise to live free
Please do it for me

Is there a heaven a hell
And will I come back
Who can tell
Now I can see
What matters to me
It's as clear as crystal
The places I've been
The people I've seen
Plans that I made
Start to fade
The sun's setting gold
Thought I would grow old,
It wasn't to be

And I can't believe
How I've been wasting my time

In 18 hours they'll be
Laying flowers
On my life, it's over tonight
I'm not messing no I
Need your blessing
And your promise to live free
Please do it for me

In 13 hours they'll be
Laying flowers
On my life, it's over tonight
I'm not messing no I
Need your blessing
And your promise to live free
Please do it for me

I'm not alone, I sense it, I sense it
All that I said, I meant it, I meant it

And I can't believe
How much I've wasted my time

In just 8 hours they'll be
Laying flowers
On my life, it's over tonight
I'm not messing no I
Need your blessing
And your promise to live free
Please do it for me

In just 1 hour they'll be
Laying flowers
On my life, it's over tonight
I'm not messing no I
Need your blessing
And your promise to live free
Please do it for me

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Just a ride

Life
It’s ever so strange
It’s so full of change
Think that you’ve worked it out
Then bang
Right out of the blue
Something happens to you
To throw you off course
And then you

Breakdown
Yeah you breakdown
Well don’t you breakdown
Listen to me
Because

It’s just a ride, it’s just a ride
No need to run, no need to hide
It’ll take you round and round
Sometimes you’re up
Sometimes you’re down
It’s just a ride, it’s just a ride
Don’t be scared
Don’t hide your eyes
It may feel so real inside
But don’t forget it’s just a ride

Truth, we don’t wanna hear
It’s too much to take
Don’t like to feel out of control
So we make our plans
Ten times a day
And when they don’t go
Our way we

Breakdown
Yeah we breakdown
Well don’t you breakdown
Listen to me
Because

It’s just a ride, it’s just a ride
No need to run, no need to hide
It’ll take you round and round
Sometimes you’re up
Sometimes you’re down
It’s just a ride, it’s just a ride
Don’t be scared
Don’t hide your eyes
It may feel so real inside
But don’t forget it’s just a ride

Slowly, oh so very slowly
Except that
There’s no getting off
So live it, just gotta go with it
'Cause this ride’s, never gonna stop

Breakdown
Don’t you breakdown
No need to breakdown
No need at all
Because

It’s just a ride, it’s just a ride
No need to run, no need to hide
It’ll take you all around
Sometimes you’re up
Sometimes you’re down
It’s just a ride, it’s just a ride
Don’t be scared now
Dry your eyes
It may feel so real inside
But don’t forget enjoy the ride

Emily says....

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Well that's writing isn't it?

I am at work all weekend so won't be daytime posting, although I might post Sat night I'll probably be too tired. You know if life was more exciting I would post more often but it just all feels like work/sleep/work/sleep!

Now I'm going to relax and watch Dukes of Hazzard while I do some cross-stitch (see, told you it was exciting)

Day off!

Even though I had all of last week off, it's still really nice to have today off.

Days off are very different when Phoenix is here, they involve checking when he wants the PC and eating sensible(ish) food at sensible(ish) times. Today he is working which means I can basically do what I like!

This means that I'm going to go write some letters upstairs (much easier to concentrate sitting at my desk that in front of the TV) and then do some tidying (15 minutes is all it'll take) and then I'll almost certainly be playing WoW again. It's very different to any game I've played before, I haven't got bored with it once yet. I think it's the fact that there are other people playing that you can interact with and that takes you off on all sorts of tangents. I almost always end up doing a different quest to the one I intended because someone has asked for help. It's groovy.

Peaceful Sunday....

...well actually it's not THAT peaceful as I have the MotoGP on the telly so the living room is filled with the sound of revving engines.

Yesterday Juell took us off to Dovedale which was very very very nice. She knew I'd been having problems not getting out into the country enough so decided last week that she'd take us out to frolick in the country.

We started the day with muffins (and orange choc-chip icecream for me) and then walked up to the Dove Holes caves. Then we wandered back again. We paddled and looked in caves and took pictures and got drizzled on and laughed lots and lots. Then when we got back we all had icecreams and then drove to Ashbourne for a quick look round the market (I bought an old-fashioned dish mop) and then lunch.

Then we headed home through a small thunderstorm as Biz had to go to work at 10 (night-shifts).

A very very nice day, the nicest day I've spent in the country since we went camping in May really! I have taken pictures, but haven't got the time to faff with uploading them at the moment so will do it another day. I have Wednesday off so will try to do it then.

Ok, time to do more washing-up, laundry and then snuggle with the kittens and sew while I watch the Grand Prix.

I think I'm being hinted at...

Emily sent me this link - Bloggen.

I think she's hinting that I'm not posting enough.

So, just for her...

Today my teacher was listening to a radio program about art on the African subcontinent. She was a little shocked by the whole thing, so she started telling my friend Miguel about it, and he was all:

"No way!.. Oh man! I love the African subcontinent so much!"

But then when my teacher got to the part about the art, Miguel subsided and began sobbing. But then the next day, Miguel's uncle told me that the reason Miguel was so freaked out was because he was watching about art on TV. At times Miguel can be quite weird like that, but all he cares about is my own good...

Link of the day: Blackout Pics | Randomly generated by Flooble Instant Blog Post Generator

Happy now Emily? You made Miguel cry!

Anyhoo, I have actually been doing things this week.

I ordered some stuff from FLYLady last Wednesday and it arrived Tuesday morning (very, very good shipping from the USA!) and so I've been playing with all that. I got my Control Journal, but haven't done anything with it yet - plus it's got three holes in, not useful in the UK where everything is 2 or 4, so I have to find a hole punch. The Saving Dinner book seems ok, but trying to work out what everything is in English could take a while. Phoenix is just going through it looking for things that look do-able, then I need to find a website that will tell me what the UK equivalents will be.

The calendar and stickers are very, very groovy. The calendar is up (it runs from Aug '05 til Dec '06) and family birthdays, green box (recycling) days and miscellaneous things like work and wrestling are on there already. I'm still going to be buying my DiscWorld calendar for next year though. I don't know what I'd do without it.

Speaking of DiscWorld, roll on October! TWO new DiscWorld books! WOO-HOO! Ahem. Yes, I'm excited, and no, I'm not embarrassed about that fact.

Ok, now I've hopefully written enough to stop emails from sisters whose lives are much more exciting that mine, I shall go off and work on reaching level 26 on WoW.

Yes, I know...

...but I have been rather busy this week!

I have been reevaluating a lot of things and realised I was holding on to a whole load of "stuff" that I really should say goodbye to. So I have been sorting stuff out and working my way through things.

I finally bought a book that first came to my attention last year (!) when it fell on my head at work. Since then it's kept cropping up but I've looked at it and just thought "next month" but this time I trusted my vibes (lol) and bought the thing. Unusually for a non-fiction book I read it straight through and I'm now working my way back through it doing the exercises etc.

I have next week off so shall try to update on here everyday, if only to tell you what cleaning I've been doing as I'm going to start working with FLYlady again. Not bad for a suggestion which started as a joke email, it's actually working for me!

Right, I'm off for yet another relaxing evening - they're happening a lot this week and it's a fabulous change!

2 hours and 25 minutes

That's how long it took me to read the new Potter (1.53am - 4.18am).

Very, very, very good.

The death is a shock and also has the same "nah they're not really dead" feel about it as Sirius's in Order of the Phoenix.

The Half-Blood Prince is a real shock, I couldn't believe that it was that character.

Hermione and Ron row a lot, Ron gets a girlfriend (not Hermione), Harry gets a new girlfriend (also not Hermione, she does get to snog someone though), There's both a new Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher AND a new POTIONS teacher, and it's a lot more grown-up than the last one and not quite so angry.

I would write more but I'm aware that a) no one else has read it yet and I don't want to spoil it for them, and b) I have had two and a half hours sleep and need to work on waking myself up before work!

Plus, I want to finish reading my new Mike Ripley book!

Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry POTTER!

(as in nana-nana-nana-nana-nana-nana-nana-nana-BATMAN!)

Quotes from today:

"No it's published tomorrow"
"It's published tomorrow and we are open at midnight for 1 hour"
"It's published tomorrow and it's £11.99"
"It's published tomorrow"
"No we haven't been allowed to read it yet"
"No we can't give out any early copies"
"Books about Wolverhampton? Just over there in local interest."

Yes, he's due tomorrow. Yes, I have touched one of the books (I touched the corner of a cover). Yes, I do plan to stay up all night reading it.

In other news, my sister is here, I bought the new Mike Ripley book and Emily has confirmed that the kitties are cute.

See you tomorrow!

What a load of bollocks!

Evil Harry Potter day cancelled

Another example of the "open-minded" Church of England then.