Straight

Well the Complex clan are now officially the straightest haired clan in "Somewhere in England"! Y is getting to that age where he likes to have his unruly mop of hair straightened (his one teenage trait so far), and so after swimming, showering and hair washing today, I set to work with the miracle of modern hair appliances and he has gone to bed with the mop duly tamed! Of course X had to get in on the action, so she is also now sleek and shiny, and my straightened coiffure completes the set.

Went out last night with Bea and Geri to a local pub in the same village as The Nun. However, whilst The Nun is on the wine bar side of things, The Dandelion is just the opposite! A typical spit and sawdust kind of place - complete with the very faint whiff of spilt beer and sweaty men, and full of tractor driving locals. That said, the people are always pretty friendly and easygoing, and last night they had a good pub band on, playing a range of songs including such wide ranging classics as 'Purple Rain', 'Chasing Cars', 'Maggie May' and 'Freebird'. There was much caterwauling, some dodgy dancing and lots of making fun of boys, so a pretty successful night.

In other news I have spent, spent, spent this weekend - and am now broke of course! But have bought some new clothes for me, some DS games for X and Y (for having reached their 100 star reward charts), paid all the bills for the month and have food in the house to last us at least a week - so may now have no money but a pretty successful spending!

Not sure what's happening with Space. We have still been emailing and last night I emailed him through MySpace with my email address, but I've heard nothing from him at all today - and I see another female friend has been added to his friend list in the last couple of days, so who knows! I'm not entirely sure about pursuing it anyway, and the problem with online interaction is that you can know too much about their other online activity - which doesnt make for trusting beginnings! I'm just going to let things lie and wait for him to respond before I contact him again, whilst continuing to see where it takes me without investing anything significant in terms of emotion and time. A most sensible plan methinks!

Stars for the month ahead

They say 'If you kiss enough frogs, one of them is sure to turn out to be a prince.' Why stop there? Why not get fresh with the frog spawn? Tantalise the tadpoles? Cover all the bases, why don't you? You may, though, be better advised to wait until a frog turns up in your life, speaking English and gesticulating wildly. The words, 'Kiss me, it'll be worth your while,' are usually a good clue. Even so, you are not assured of success. This world is full of frogs making false promises. Now, here's a question. Why, this month, are you even interested in frogs when right now there's a very real prince (or princess) who needs to undergo no process of transformation.

Roll on the weekend

Well the rest of the week since I last posted has just flown by! With nothing of any excitement to report I am afraid!

I worked right through until 8.30pm on Wednesday night, and then a full day yesterday followed by outreach from 8-11pm, so am pretty worn out right about now and looking forward to the weekend off. In fact I'm seriously considering booking a couple of days off while the kids are at school just so I can lounge around and do absolutely nothing!!

In between working my time has been spent lurking on all your blogs (I have been reading, just not commenting), and emailing Space. He is managing to keep up with some really bantering emails (of the old me in finest form), which is both a surprise and extremely enjoyable, (it's been a long time since I've felt inspired to communicate with someone that way), and even hinted at a meet. I look forward to the banter and his pics are pretty good, though variable as pics are, but I'm not sure I'm ready to take any further steps with things right now. Will just have to wait and see!

Endings and beginnings?

In other news, my beloved summer handbag (acquired from Vegas airport for a snip of $10) has alas been consigned to the great handbag heaven in the sky. Due to an unfortunate but irrepairable seperation of one handle from bag body :-(

Gone but not forgotten...

As for new beginnings... After sending a random "friend request" to somebody (we shall call him Space) on MySpace, I have spent a very pleasant evening sending and receiving both amusing and interesting emails from what appears to be an intelligent, attractive (if pictures are to be believed), amusing and local man. So, watch this space....

White Wedding

Where, oh where did he go?!

Henny hen hens

A quick catch up...

Friday was spent a little less tired than the previous few days, and I managed to be up until just gone midnight. Woohoo! Started a new (fabulous book), which kept me engrossed through Friday evening and then Saturday afternoon.

Saturday morning the usual swimming pool run, complete with raging spat with X which resulted in me having to go outside for a cigarette to stop me bursting into tears in the changing rooms. Fortunately her mood improved after swimming and we headed into town for the obligatory spending of a whole British pound pocket money. The afternoon saw X at a party (Y was at his dads this weekend) from 1-3pm, which left me enough time to nip to Sainsbury's, run the bath, grab some lunch, and bath, wash and dye my hair before picking her up again. An hour or so reading for me and DVD watching for her, a visit by Bea (who fabulously lent me £20 and straightened my hair) and then X's dad came to collect her for the evening at 5.45pm, leaving me plenty of time to don clothes and make-up before heading for the dogs.

We had arranged to meet the others (all from local town) at a hometown place for the minibus to pick us up, and arrived to find that the hair straightening had all been in vain as along with the obligatory hen partys sashes, curly afro wigs had been supplied!

Off we set, all 18 of us, driving for an hour before arriving at the greyhound racing track. Needless to say, much giggling occurred, a delicious 3 course meal was eaten (we were in the VIP section), several alcoholic drinks were partaken of, various placings of wigs was undertaken, and losing/winning of money transpired. All in all it was a really good night.

See for yourself (for 24hrs anyway)...

(apologies for quality of photo's - more due to wobbliness of photographer than camera phone I must say!)

Oh, too late...!

No better

I feel like I'm doing nothing but moaning at the moment, but I'm still feeling absolutely worn out.

I had a quick flick round Blogland last night (apologies for my lack of commenting by the way, I will catch up soon) and was in bed by 10.30pm, which is practically unheard of for me. I was meant to be doing outreach tonight, but a colleague offered to do it for me, which I'm so pleased about now as it's not even 9.30pm and I'm exhausted already.

I need to have recovered by the weekend as I've a hen night on Saturday, which I'm sure will be a long one! Better get off to bed!