Welcome to the world, little baby Lola Isabella Newman.
Lorraine and Ross finally had their little girl late last night and have called her Lola. What a sweet little name. We are going round tonight to see the little thing, and her proud parents.
Ahhhhh, baaaaabies! How cute are they?
This week has flown by. Thursday tomorrow already. Loving work and the weather is certainly feeling more autumnal. Can't wait to wear my big "Siberia Coat" and my big fluffy boots.
My microdermabrasion home-kit arrived today. Will try it out tomorrow, and probably look like death on Friday. Apparently it makes your skin peel, like after sunburn, and new healthy skin creates underneath. So I will give it a go tomorrow. Slightly nervous, what if my face actually falls off? Oh well, could be worse.
Watched Lost again last night. Had recorded it while I was away. Its getting better and better.
Its really bugging me, what on earth is going on on that island? Polar bears, strange french woman, whispers and apparitions. Want more!
I still have a slight cold, sneezing every 2 minutes, great big powerful sneezes as well that make your whole body tingle. And my throat is sore, but could be worse, not complaining.
For some reason I am all excited about Autumn and Winter this year, liking the cold and look forward to the dark evenings. Maybe its because I know I won't be cold with all my lovely new clothes. Having a wardrobe with lots of clothes I'm actually excited to wear is great. Just need to scrub my face off to complete the "new-me"-look!
Off to blow my nose.
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Monday, September 26, 2005
New wardrobe, new face and more energy
Good morning. No, it really is a good morning.
Got back late last night from Stansted and found the house spotless and boyfriend and dogs happily wagging their tails, no really Steve was wagging too!
Unpacked my suitcases...went out with half a suitcase, came back with two stuffed ones...?!
Ah, shopping was great out there and me, my sister and her boyfriend spent most of the weekend ploughing through shops. Found some great winter boots and a gorgeous winter coat. And because I couldn't fit them in my suitcase I had to weat them travelling back...people must have thought I'd just got off the Siberia-flight no doubt...I was cooking!
Had such a lovely weekend. Friday in Nykoping and visited my sister's work, then lovely lunch in the historical town with all its beautiful houses. The evening was spent trying to connect Saras laptop to broadband. Finally got online and I decided to order the microdermabrasion home-kit that we saw at the Body/Beauty Exhibition the other week. Let's see what it does.
Saturday we went to Vingaker - a Factory Outlet with loads of great clothes for 50% of the price. This is where I found my eskimo outfit. Then on the way back we dropped by an old friend of mine who's just had a little baby-boy (Anton). So nice to see Stina and will definately go back there in November to catch up a bit more.
Sunday me and my sis went to Norrkoping, another lovely city, with trams and everything.
The houses are so colourful compared to here. Red and yellow and just so charming.
Found another few shops to spend our money in...dangerous!
The flight back took 1 hour 40 minutes, which is unheard of. So quick! The easiest trip I've ever done. Nice to be back here at home though as well, unpack and be with my "pack".
Sis: Thanks for a great weekend. See you in November!
Mandy: You're great!!!
Steve: You didn't hoover the stairs ;)
Hazel: Gracias for picking me up from el aeropuerto, mi amiga
Indy: I am sure you have put on weight
Got back late last night from Stansted and found the house spotless and boyfriend and dogs happily wagging their tails, no really Steve was wagging too!
Unpacked my suitcases...went out with half a suitcase, came back with two stuffed ones...?!
Ah, shopping was great out there and me, my sister and her boyfriend spent most of the weekend ploughing through shops. Found some great winter boots and a gorgeous winter coat. And because I couldn't fit them in my suitcase I had to weat them travelling back...people must have thought I'd just got off the Siberia-flight no doubt...I was cooking!
Had such a lovely weekend. Friday in Nykoping and visited my sister's work, then lovely lunch in the historical town with all its beautiful houses. The evening was spent trying to connect Saras laptop to broadband. Finally got online and I decided to order the microdermabrasion home-kit that we saw at the Body/Beauty Exhibition the other week. Let's see what it does.
Saturday we went to Vingaker - a Factory Outlet with loads of great clothes for 50% of the price. This is where I found my eskimo outfit. Then on the way back we dropped by an old friend of mine who's just had a little baby-boy (Anton). So nice to see Stina and will definately go back there in November to catch up a bit more.
Sunday me and my sis went to Norrkoping, another lovely city, with trams and everything.
The houses are so colourful compared to here. Red and yellow and just so charming.
Found another few shops to spend our money in...dangerous!
The flight back took 1 hour 40 minutes, which is unheard of. So quick! The easiest trip I've ever done. Nice to be back here at home though as well, unpack and be with my "pack".
Sis: Thanks for a great weekend. See you in November!
Mandy: You're great!!!
Steve: You didn't hoover the stairs ;)
Hazel: Gracias for picking me up from el aeropuerto, mi amiga
Indy: I am sure you have put on weight
Sunday, September 18, 2005
Slap on the anti-wrinkle cream
Just come back from the "Beauty and Body Show" in Brentwood. It was either that or "Showbus" at Duxford...oh let me think...lots of pink and lovely glitter things or old buses...ehm...difficult choice. The beauticians tried in vain to get rid of my wrinkles. Slap it on, was my advice, but all I got was a bit of a white, crusty surface under my eye when it mixed with my make-up...great!
The lip-plumper though, my God, we tried it on and 3 minutes later we are pouting like two old trouts and its a must have. What a difference!
Found myself a little (well actually big) necklace as well in shape of a leaf. Bring on the Autumn.
Feeling slightly weird and sick today. Felt like I was going to faint at the exhibition and ran out to get myself a Kit Kat. Chocolate can cure anything, I am sure!
Quiz tonight at the local as usual. Always good fun.
Dropped Hazel off at "The Lodge" where she was meeting her "blind-date".
Apparently it all went very well and they had a great time. He seems like a good catch so we'll have to see what happens. Fingers crossed.
Thursday evening I am flying to Nykoping to see my sister. Whooopie. Can't wait. Although I will be sleeping under the kitchen table with her dog Miklo as there is no room in the flat. Unless I fancy crashing in the shower. She's just moved in with Filip, her boyfriend, and there are boxes and clothes and things and crap piled high in the front room. So I will be bonding with the kitchen floor. No problems.
Feeling a bit rough still. Going to lie down for a bit. I think the Lip Plumper drew all my blood from my head and into my lips...Gotta lie down now before I pass out.
The lip-plumper though, my God, we tried it on and 3 minutes later we are pouting like two old trouts and its a must have. What a difference!
Found myself a little (well actually big) necklace as well in shape of a leaf. Bring on the Autumn.
Feeling slightly weird and sick today. Felt like I was going to faint at the exhibition and ran out to get myself a Kit Kat. Chocolate can cure anything, I am sure!
Quiz tonight at the local as usual. Always good fun.
Dropped Hazel off at "The Lodge" where she was meeting her "blind-date".
Apparently it all went very well and they had a great time. He seems like a good catch so we'll have to see what happens. Fingers crossed.
Thursday evening I am flying to Nykoping to see my sister. Whooopie. Can't wait. Although I will be sleeping under the kitchen table with her dog Miklo as there is no room in the flat. Unless I fancy crashing in the shower. She's just moved in with Filip, her boyfriend, and there are boxes and clothes and things and crap piled high in the front room. So I will be bonding with the kitchen floor. No problems.
Feeling a bit rough still. Going to lie down for a bit. I think the Lip Plumper drew all my blood from my head and into my lips...Gotta lie down now before I pass out.
Sunday, September 11, 2005
Kall Spel
COOOOOLD PLAAAAY
My sister has fixed me!!!
7 Nov 2005, Globen in Stockholm. Heere weee coooome!
I will be sick on the person standing in front of me when the Fix Me comes on. AAAAAHHHH!
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Snapshots of the Forsvall sisters
This is me as a pupster!
And this is my sister Sara
Whahey - and this is us together!
This is us again. Can't believe she picked the same outfit as me!
A rather constipated look on my face, as I help mum clearing the driveway of snow!
Creep
Why do I do it? Scary films are just not meant for me.
Went round Hazel's last night to watch Dodge Ball and eat Chinese Food.
Halfway round to her house, I realise I'd left the DVD on the kitchen table and couldn't be bothered to go back for it, as I was starving.
After the usual giggle and chinwag we ordered Chinese. By mistake Hazel rang up a Pizza delivery place and asked for Spring Rolls... "what..? Spring rolls on your pizza?" So we tried another number...
Anyway, we scrolled through Sky Box Office and found "Creep".
We knew it was a bit scary and set in the London Underground etc.
Little did we know that we, from about 2 minutes into the film, would not be able to breathe, would feel sick, not dare to look at the tv screen for the next 90 minutes.
Christ. It was sick!
What director would come up with a story like that? He should be locked up.
It was unbelievably disgusting and scary and I started up sitting up in the sofa, but at the end of the film I was lying behind Hazel, rolled up as a ball, with a big cushion pressed up against my face, struggling to breathe as I was almost suffocating myself.
I was watching Hazel more than the film and she was looking panic-stricken, holding her hands to the ears and making noices as if she was being sick.
You know its not a film for you when your asking questions like from behind a cushion:
- Did the freak crush his head with his hands?
- What are those babies doing in those jars?
- Oh my god, he's had his legs bitten off, has he still got his legs????
- What a freak, ahhh run you foool, stab him with the spear, why don't you just stab him???
No, it was a really enjoyable night.. Honestly.
That Hazel had to walk me to the car is another story, and I was listening to Peter Cetera on full volume in the car. I have never been so pleased to hear the song "After All".
The words though got me thinking about you and me though Hazel.
Went round Hazel's last night to watch Dodge Ball and eat Chinese Food.
Halfway round to her house, I realise I'd left the DVD on the kitchen table and couldn't be bothered to go back for it, as I was starving.
After the usual giggle and chinwag we ordered Chinese. By mistake Hazel rang up a Pizza delivery place and asked for Spring Rolls... "what..? Spring rolls on your pizza?" So we tried another number...
Anyway, we scrolled through Sky Box Office and found "Creep".
We knew it was a bit scary and set in the London Underground etc.
Little did we know that we, from about 2 minutes into the film, would not be able to breathe, would feel sick, not dare to look at the tv screen for the next 90 minutes.
Christ. It was sick!
What director would come up with a story like that? He should be locked up.
It was unbelievably disgusting and scary and I started up sitting up in the sofa, but at the end of the film I was lying behind Hazel, rolled up as a ball, with a big cushion pressed up against my face, struggling to breathe as I was almost suffocating myself.
I was watching Hazel more than the film and she was looking panic-stricken, holding her hands to the ears and making noices as if she was being sick.
You know its not a film for you when your asking questions like from behind a cushion:
- Did the freak crush his head with his hands?
- What are those babies doing in those jars?
- Oh my god, he's had his legs bitten off, has he still got his legs????
- What a freak, ahhh run you foool, stab him with the spear, why don't you just stab him???
No, it was a really enjoyable night.. Honestly.
That Hazel had to walk me to the car is another story, and I was listening to Peter Cetera on full volume in the car. I have never been so pleased to hear the song "After All".
The words though got me thinking about you and me though Hazel.
Well, here we are again
I guess it must be fate
We've tried it on our own
But deep inside we've known
We'd be back to set things straight
Every journey always bring me back to you
After all the stops and starts
We keep coming back to these two hearts
Two angels who've been rescued from the fall
After all that we've been through
It all comes down to me and you
I guess it's meant to be
Forever you and me
After all
Musical thoughts
Read my sisters Blog and she was listing a few songs that, before she knew English, was singing in some kind of weird Swenglish, well it wasn't even Swedish, it was just weird words.
It really made me laugh and I thought of a few songs that I STILL to this day, just can't sing in "proper English" but revert back to what seems to be an undiscovered African Native language or something.
The Bangles. This one's not too bad as I was probably a bit older when I "learnt" the lyrics...
Manic Monday goes like this:
---
Hatta get an aeroplane, gatta get to work at night
And if I had an aeroplane, I still couldn't make it at night
S'just another manic money
wish it was sunny
thats not funny
ana wanna runna *some mumbling*
Yaazzzaa nada maaaanic monnney
--
Then there's the fabulous Michael Jackson song:
Da-di-Da-Jänna
Da-di-Da-Jänna
Noooo
Da-di-Da-Jänna
(Yes, my dear folks, its Dirty Diana)
And why Michael Jackson was singing about a Librarian I will never understand?
Well, he was always a bit Wacko I guess... "Librarian Giiiiiirl, you came and you changed my life."
What, how??? Here Michael, read this book, it will change your life...?! Or something?
I went through a period when I was very young (it has to be said) when I liked "Heavy Metal".
Like Depeche Mode... (?)
In my diary (have kept diarys ever since I was 7 years old, and still do to this day) when I was about 12 maybe, can't remember, the entry on page 36 says (in Swedish though)
- By the way, I LOVE HEAVY METAL, especially Depeche Mode.
I wonder what Martin Gore would say about my liberal labelling of their music...
Anyway, the ONLY song I had heard with them was "Mastin and Seven" (Master and Servant...)
Letsay mastin an seven
Letsay mastin and seven
Its a lo - Its a lo - Its a lo - Its a lo - Light Life
Maaaaastin an Seven
Another classic is one that I am sure my sister can fully relate to.
It was a tape recorder cassette with a page-3 model on the cover, with the title "Lektyr"
Lektyr is (or was) one of the main porn-mags of the time.
I don't even want to know where that tape came from...and please forgive me for not putting my suspicions down here...but most probably it came in a magazine as a freebie-promotion thing.
Christ!
And this tape falls into the hands of 11 year old me and 9 year old sister Sara.
Too young and stupid to understand there is a slut on the cover!
So we play the tape over and over and over in our little rattly tape recorder and sing-a-long to the *great* songs. I can't so much remember the songs though, as the voice in between the songs. This very strange and somewhat scary voice was saying things like:
- Don't miss out on the next issue of Lektyr, the magazine that gives you what YOU want.
- With more ladies acting out your fantasies ...oh yeaaaah
and so on.
And as kids do, we sang along to the songs and then repeated the words that they were saying in between. We knew the whole tape off by heart!!
I have no idea if my mum and dad know we even HAD this tape. God knows.
No wonder they've now got two tall blonde daughters with extremely dirty minds! Haha
It really made me laugh and I thought of a few songs that I STILL to this day, just can't sing in "proper English" but revert back to what seems to be an undiscovered African Native language or something.
The Bangles. This one's not too bad as I was probably a bit older when I "learnt" the lyrics...
Manic Monday goes like this:
---
Hatta get an aeroplane, gatta get to work at night
And if I had an aeroplane, I still couldn't make it at night
S'just another manic money
wish it was sunny
thats not funny
ana wanna runna *some mumbling*
Yaazzzaa nada maaaanic monnney
--
Then there's the fabulous Michael Jackson song:
Da-di-Da-Jänna
Da-di-Da-Jänna
Noooo
Da-di-Da-Jänna
(Yes, my dear folks, its Dirty Diana)
And why Michael Jackson was singing about a Librarian I will never understand?
Well, he was always a bit Wacko I guess... "Librarian Giiiiiirl, you came and you changed my life."
What, how??? Here Michael, read this book, it will change your life...?! Or something?
I went through a period when I was very young (it has to be said) when I liked "Heavy Metal".
Like Depeche Mode... (?)
In my diary (have kept diarys ever since I was 7 years old, and still do to this day) when I was about 12 maybe, can't remember, the entry on page 36 says (in Swedish though)
- By the way, I LOVE HEAVY METAL, especially Depeche Mode.
I wonder what Martin Gore would say about my liberal labelling of their music...
Anyway, the ONLY song I had heard with them was "Mastin and Seven" (Master and Servant...)
Letsay mastin an seven
Letsay mastin and seven
Its a lo - Its a lo - Its a lo - Its a lo - Light Life
Maaaaastin an Seven
Another classic is one that I am sure my sister can fully relate to.
It was a tape recorder cassette with a page-3 model on the cover, with the title "Lektyr"
Lektyr is (or was) one of the main porn-mags of the time.
I don't even want to know where that tape came from...and please forgive me for not putting my suspicions down here...but most probably it came in a magazine as a freebie-promotion thing.
Christ!
And this tape falls into the hands of 11 year old me and 9 year old sister Sara.
Too young and stupid to understand there is a slut on the cover!
So we play the tape over and over and over in our little rattly tape recorder and sing-a-long to the *great* songs. I can't so much remember the songs though, as the voice in between the songs. This very strange and somewhat scary voice was saying things like:
- Don't miss out on the next issue of Lektyr, the magazine that gives you what YOU want.
- With more ladies acting out your fantasies ...oh yeaaaah
and so on.
And as kids do, we sang along to the songs and then repeated the words that they were saying in between. We knew the whole tape off by heart!!
I have no idea if my mum and dad know we even HAD this tape. God knows.
No wonder they've now got two tall blonde daughters with extremely dirty minds! Haha
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Batman without Robin
Went to be early last night. Had just climbed into bed when I saw a small, dark shadow that swooped at me from the ceiling. What da heck? I ducked and tried to see what was coming at me and...swoop...there it was again coming at me at full speed. I dived under the duvet and screamed:
-Steve, there's a BIIIIRD IN HEERE!!
He came out from the bathroom with a toothbrush in his mouth.
-That's not a bird, that's a BAT! he calmly stated.
A bat? Holy crap. I pulled the duvet completely over my head.
Peering out I could just about make out the mouse-like body, with the typical bat-wings.
I imagined the bloodsucking teeth and its pointy ears and ... blaaaah....not nice.
Steve opened the window and the bat was doing loops in the ceiling, trying to get out.
It kept missing the window and Steve was ducking and diving trying not to get hit on the head by the bat. I on the other hand was watching the whole thing through a 2x2 cm gap.
Steve then decided to go downstairs to get some "tools" to get the bat out of the bedroom.
I stayed put in my safe haven.
After a further 15 minutes of the bat swooping round the room and Steve ducking and me just being absolutely useless, the bat finally decided to disappear and hide...
So...we waited...no bat.
A further 5 minutes... still no bat.
We decided to go to sleep, with the risk of waking up in the middle of the night with a bat on our heads. Gah, I kept waking up during the night in a cold sweat, having dreamt that the bat was sucking blood from the top of my head.
The next morning, Steve went to work early, and when I got up I saw his "Bat-Removal-Kit"
1. A step ladder
2. Two bowls (a 2 litres each)
Ok, so that's how he was intending to catch the bat.
Swivel round on the stepladder catching the bastard in between the two bowls...! Of course!
Why didn't I think of that.
Well, at least he had a plan.
I was just shitscared under the duvet.
Not used to bats at all...blaaaah, can't stand them.
Listening to Sweden-Hungary World Cup qualifier match on "Radiosporten" right now.
Vi ar gula vi ar bla Vi ar dem vi hejar pa!
Sverige Sverige Sverige
As you cheered when you were 10 years old....
-Steve, there's a BIIIIRD IN HEERE!!
He came out from the bathroom with a toothbrush in his mouth.
-That's not a bird, that's a BAT! he calmly stated.
A bat? Holy crap. I pulled the duvet completely over my head.
Peering out I could just about make out the mouse-like body, with the typical bat-wings.
I imagined the bloodsucking teeth and its pointy ears and ... blaaaah....not nice.
Steve opened the window and the bat was doing loops in the ceiling, trying to get out.
It kept missing the window and Steve was ducking and diving trying not to get hit on the head by the bat. I on the other hand was watching the whole thing through a 2x2 cm gap.
Steve then decided to go downstairs to get some "tools" to get the bat out of the bedroom.
I stayed put in my safe haven.
After a further 15 minutes of the bat swooping round the room and Steve ducking and me just being absolutely useless, the bat finally decided to disappear and hide...
So...we waited...no bat.
A further 5 minutes... still no bat.
We decided to go to sleep, with the risk of waking up in the middle of the night with a bat on our heads. Gah, I kept waking up during the night in a cold sweat, having dreamt that the bat was sucking blood from the top of my head.
The next morning, Steve went to work early, and when I got up I saw his "Bat-Removal-Kit"
1. A step ladder
2. Two bowls (a 2 litres each)
Ok, so that's how he was intending to catch the bat.
Swivel round on the stepladder catching the bastard in between the two bowls...! Of course!
Why didn't I think of that.
Well, at least he had a plan.
I was just shitscared under the duvet.
Not used to bats at all...blaaaah, can't stand them.
Listening to Sweden-Hungary World Cup qualifier match on "Radiosporten" right now.
Vi ar gula vi ar bla Vi ar dem vi hejar pa!
Sverige Sverige Sverige
As you cheered when you were 10 years old....
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
My ball and I
Got fed up with Winsor Pilates, so I got myself a Fitness ball and DVD to go with it.
Featuring Skinny Bitch Moira and Flexible Ass PJ.
And then there was me. "Dynamic Balance" - More like "Hysterically Unbalanced"
Trying to keep up with the bitches on my ball, that for some reason didn't seem as stable as their ones. I must get some support wheels or something, like you get for small bikes.
Anyway, I was absolutely crap and wobbled around like a big toad on this ball for about 45 minutes. I could most relate to the exercise "The Elephant", yep I really felt at home on that one.
Today on the other hand, phew I am am aching like a hyena in every part of the body, apart from maybe my nose and ears.
So I am absolutely carrying on with this shit for a few more weeks to see what happens.
Tuesday and I am starting work at 11am. Got another few minutes to blab away.
Hate mornings when you find yourself staring at your wardrobe for about 10 minutes, just looking and thinking and looking and thinking and realising there is NOTHING I want or even could wear. So I slid myself into an old knackered grey skirt and a black t-shirt. I look like crap, but anything is better than going naked.
So on came the washing machine and I am going to sort it all out tonight. Hopefully Vingaker Outlet with sort things out for me on the 22 September, when me and my sister are rocking the party.
Cut a side fringe yesterday, looks ok. My hair is getting longer every day. Should be down to my waist in time for our wedding.
Oh how I wish I had some money to buy clothes with. A few hundred to just burn at Bluewaters lovely shops would be nice. And I could chuck this god-awful skirt in the pond.
Laminated a quote I liked yesterday at work.
"I have enough money to last for the rest of my life - unless I buy something"
Jackie Mason
Yep that's me.
Must run.
Featuring Skinny Bitch Moira and Flexible Ass PJ.
And then there was me. "Dynamic Balance" - More like "Hysterically Unbalanced"
Trying to keep up with the bitches on my ball, that for some reason didn't seem as stable as their ones. I must get some support wheels or something, like you get for small bikes.
Anyway, I was absolutely crap and wobbled around like a big toad on this ball for about 45 minutes. I could most relate to the exercise "The Elephant", yep I really felt at home on that one.
Today on the other hand, phew I am am aching like a hyena in every part of the body, apart from maybe my nose and ears.
So I am absolutely carrying on with this shit for a few more weeks to see what happens.
Tuesday and I am starting work at 11am. Got another few minutes to blab away.
Hate mornings when you find yourself staring at your wardrobe for about 10 minutes, just looking and thinking and looking and thinking and realising there is NOTHING I want or even could wear. So I slid myself into an old knackered grey skirt and a black t-shirt. I look like crap, but anything is better than going naked.
So on came the washing machine and I am going to sort it all out tonight. Hopefully Vingaker Outlet with sort things out for me on the 22 September, when me and my sister are rocking the party.
Cut a side fringe yesterday, looks ok. My hair is getting longer every day. Should be down to my waist in time for our wedding.
Oh how I wish I had some money to buy clothes with. A few hundred to just burn at Bluewaters lovely shops would be nice. And I could chuck this god-awful skirt in the pond.
Laminated a quote I liked yesterday at work.
"I have enough money to last for the rest of my life - unless I buy something"
Jackie Mason
Yep that's me.
Must run.
Sunday, September 04, 2005
Rocking chairs and sunshine
Loving Sundays at the moment. Today the sun has been shining nonstop and we've been out pretty much all day. Got myself a lovely tan as well (Johnson's Holiday Skin of course).
Went to Asda to get bbq stuff for us and the dogs. Bought some tzatsiki and panini bread and yum yum can't wait til dinner is served.
Went out with Steve & Barbac last night. Ended up winning 6 jackpots on the fruitmachine (s) and got £40 each. I invested £2 so can't complain.
Loving Jack Johnson's music at the moment, lovely lovely. And I want a guitar that sounds like his as well. Mine's just a rattly old bugger now.
Tonight is the weekly quiz. Last week I wasn't there and they lost...so I will help them this time!
Not a lot to report, just relaxing in the sun in my rocking chair.
Went to Asda to get bbq stuff for us and the dogs. Bought some tzatsiki and panini bread and yum yum can't wait til dinner is served.
Went out with Steve & Barbac last night. Ended up winning 6 jackpots on the fruitmachine (s) and got £40 each. I invested £2 so can't complain.
Loving Jack Johnson's music at the moment, lovely lovely. And I want a guitar that sounds like his as well. Mine's just a rattly old bugger now.
Tonight is the weekly quiz. Last week I wasn't there and they lost...so I will help them this time!
Not a lot to report, just relaxing in the sun in my rocking chair.
Thursday, September 01, 2005
Rambling
Went to see "Charlie & Chocolate Factory" yesterday. Brilliant. Loved Johnny Depp so much.
Then went back to my friend's house and drank about 3 litres of Pepsi as it was 28 degrees outside and it felt like we were in Spain. Humid and hot. Lovely. Sat and talked about all sorts of things until I realised it was midnight. Whoopsie... and off home I went.
Worked half day at work and half day from home. Loads to do at the mo, but its good. Like it better that way.
Received my "dog training clicker" today so watch it puppies (well...) here I come to teach you old dogs some new tricks. Indy is already quite good at high-five as he throws his paws about as soon as you come close to him.
Oh how I love to colour my hair blonde. When you've had darker roots coming at ya for months its nice just to suffer those stingy, itchy 30 minutes to get silky smooth blonde hair again.
Tonight I will make up for a rather late night out for Steve, the poor thing. He was sitting here waiting for me to get back and to watch "Lost" together, but at 00.30 when I rumbled back in he was snoozing in bed. God I love him sometimes. So I will make lovely dinner and be all his tonight.
Had an American lady on the phone yesterday at work:
- Hiiiiii, I am caaaalling about the Hop Oooon Hop Ooooff buses in London.
- Yes certainly, how can I help?
- I am in London now and I am just wondering ...where do I go from here?
- Well whereabout in London are you?
- I DON'T KNOW (in a really patronising voice) I am in Loooondon, I don't know where I am.
- Right...well you see we have several start points in London. Are you close to any famous landmarks, parks etc?
- Yeeeah, I am close to Hyyyyyyde Park/
- Great... Ah, Excellent! In that case the nearest stop is at Marble Arch.
(phew)
The American accent just makes me laugh sometimes, they really hang on certain syllables. Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, how aaaaaaaaaaaaaaare you?
Yeeeeeeeeeeeah, greeeeeeeeat.
Whereas in the UK its:
Alright, mate?
No fuss.
Realised today I need to get hold of The Sundays and Eggstone. Great summer music.
Off to get dinner started. G'day.
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