White stuff

Just loving the snow!

Reality check

You know what? I'm a pretty good catch! I may not be as pretty as I once was, or as pretty as many other girls, and I may not have the perfect body, far from it in fact, but beneath all the brashness, the sarcasm, the lack of tact, the bolshiness, the hardness and the walls, lies a woman who is strong, and clever, and independent, and funny, and great in bed, and loyal; fiercely loyal to the people I love.

And if you are one of the few who is lucky enough to see the insecurity, the fear, the soft and sweet, and the genuine love and kindness that lies deep within, then you are lucky. Very fucking lucky, and don't you ever forget that!

Hot and Cold

So the day started hot, hot, hot with SG, and has ended with an extremely cool JB. What does it take to find a decent, and consistent, and single man these days?

How old?

This morning, if you had been passing by my town centre workplace at the exact right time you would have spotted me snogging SG in a doorway. I really really have no self control!

Sweet dreams are made of...

I really should not engage in two hour long conversations, which include reference to naked men (note men, not man), with SG just before bed...!

Night folks!

Woop woop

One week to go until my birthday! Which I have to admit I am quite looking forward to.

The christmas spirit is also starting to creep into me, slowly but surely, and I'm probably feeling more festive than I have done for a good few years now!

Yip yip for winter, birthdays and Christmas!!

Bump

Well today has been a bit of a hectic day. After a busy morning at work, early afternoon I received the dreaded call from school to come and collect X, as she was feeling under the weather and quite upset, and she had had a head bump at lunchtime. Off I set and after working my way through the awful roadworks and ensuing queues in *work town I finally arrived to pick her up at about 2pm. As expected, there was a rather large bump on her right forehead, which would not have given me undue concern except for the fact that just as I went to leave the reception staff informed me that she had also been complaining of numbness and tingling in her right hand which had progressed gradually up her arm and into her lip and tongue!

I'm not at all a hypchondriac mother, but on arriving at home I figured it's probably better to be safe than sorry so rang that service of services, NHS Direct, who informed me she needed to go straight to A&E! Being the supportive and caring mother that I am I thought "Sod that, I'll take her to the GP instead". So, on the phone again to try and get her into an emergency appointment, only to be told by the GP receptionist that I need to take her straight to A&E!

Now, I'm not a mother that is easily defeated by the system, or one that particularly relishes the prospect of a 4 hour wait in A&E, so, being clever I thought I would take her to the Minor Injuries unit in *work town, which, whilst a little further away and through the dreaded road works again, should save me some wait. Surprise surprise, the Minor Injuries unit told me... you've guessed it.... take her to A&E!

By this time, a fair amount of time had passed, and I'm starting to think it would probably have been quicker just to take her to the *local town A&E in the first place, but, we're there now so may as well just get on with it. 52 minutes after parking the car, we are back at the car having been seen by a triage nurse, seen by a Doctor, and told 'she is fine, take it easy for 24-48hrs, and come back if she has blah blah blah list of symptoms'. Oh the joys of children!

Fortunately, she'd perked up considerably and after a quick 15 minutes in the house grabbing some dinner, was able to attend (and sing beautifully) the schools Seasonal Concert at the local theatre.

I was just glad to get home at 9pm. Sympathetic mother that I am!

Planning

I hate planning! Really, really hate it. I don't think people ever appreciate quite how difficult it is for me to pin myself down to arrangements - and in all honesty, that is exactly what it feels like. Like I'm being forced to do something against my nature. Even if the event itself is something I'm really looking forward to, there is always a little bit of me that is resentful that I've had to plan it.

For any of you who may know anything about ENTP's or in fact, be one yourself, you may appreciate this, and considering my P influence is the strongest aspect (about 80%) it is most defnitely to be expected. Yet I struggle with it. Or rather, I don't struggle with the aspect of my personality, I struggle with the fact that I am expected by the world to time slot my life in advance. I don't want to!!!! I want to get up in the morning and decide what I am going to do with myself that day.

I appreciate that life needs some structure, and I can function reasonably well with the routine of work, school, etc but at this time of year, with several birthdays, including my own, and Christmas and New Year events to organise, I get really stressed with people trying to confirm arrangements, it seems constant! I have been really good I think, having decided the date and venue of the celebrations, but please, please, please can people not just get on with getting tickets and sort out when they are going and let me just see them there whenever!!

I may not survive the season.

Hush now

SG has been texting again this weekend, a little too full on and a few missed (on purpose) calls as well. I've responded politely and then ignored the middle of the night ones - just can't be bothered with it really.

Recovery

I think my age is starting to catch up with me! I was out partying for Disco's birthday this weekend, which was lovely fun, but I'm so feeling the effects today. I just don't have the recovery from 3am bedtimes that I used to! Or perhaps I need to do it more often and readjust...

Bad things - Jace Everett

If nothing else, I am thankful to True Blood, for bringing this wonderful voice to my attention. He is just smoking! And for me, it all started with this...

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

I am sooooooo bored of late!

Bored of work
Bored of men
Bored of money (or the lack thereof)
Bored of life in general.