So I have a couple of things on my mind today...
Networking or sucking up?
I attended a work related event the other day where the schedule actually had a time slot that said 'coffee and networking'. So basically the schedule telling you that this is the time to go talk to loads of people you have nothing in common with and see what they can do for you. Pretend your interested in their line of work in the desperate hope that they can further your own career. YUCK. It makes me feel sick just thinking about it. I obviously do not belong in this world - I'm good at doing this, but it makes me feel like there's something seriously wrong with modern day life. What's wrong with working hard to get somewhere, why can't you just be good at your job and that's that? Apparently you have to be visible. Seriously. I don't know why this makes me so mad - just the fakeness of the workings of life makes me feel a little bit nauseous.
The downside of losing weight
I've been going to the gym and swimming 3-4 times a week in preparation for the wedding in July. I've lost quite a bit of weight and I actually feel good about the way I look right now. The downside? I know that some day (probably after the wedding) I will stop doing hardcore training and all the weight will pile back on, probably in double-time. It's depressing! And it feels so great to fit into my clothes properly and to feel good in my own skin. How do you keep motivation for exercising the rest of your life? Seriously? Does anybody know?
For future reference, it's not okay to ask me if I'm tired
I personally think it's incredibly rude to say that somebody looks tired. I am never tired, I just have darker shadows under my eyes then normal people. I try my hardest to buy industrial strength concealer but sometimes it just doesn't work. When people tell me I look tired, it's basically just telling me that I look like crap. And nobody likes to walk around thinking they look like crap.
Just felt like getting those off my chest.
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Wednesday, April 23
Tuesday, February 12
Why I Love Ben Frost
A couple of years ago I lived for a very short while with my best friend. It was the best couple of weeks in that house ever. We baked cookies, ate all said cookies in one go, had pajama movie nights, had curry nights, had pajama mexican nights... You can tell we ate quite a lot. He was only there five weeks but it was a good five weeks. One day while I was at work I received and email from him. I was looking through some old emails today and found it. I thought it would be my present to the internet to post it because I love it so.
So...
I thought I'm gonna have a shave and a shower and do my hair and I'm gonna swallow my pride and go down to Past Times and apply for a job.
So I have a shave and I'm feeling good and think I'll take a shower now. I take note of the time because the Collin and Edith show has just come on Radio 1 - this means its just gone 1 o'clock.
My shower is just lovely and i wash my hair and feel all relaxed. I shut the shower off and get dry, wrap my towel around myself and go to open the door. The handle just spins around. So I try again. Nothing. Then i have a flash back. I see the other half of the door handle on the floor, on the landing. I remember from my childhood my mother telling me not to shut a door when the handle is broke - "we won't be able to open the door if you did" - she said.
So...I consider my options. I can wait here in my towel, cold and damp and wait for the first person to come home, but it's not long past 1 o'clock and it's possible that someone won't be home until 5. So that was no good. Well I'll use brute strength then, i tell myself, so i start charging the door with my shoulder/elbow/knee/foot/fist. It's no use. The frame is starting to come loose and every part of my body aches.
I sit down on the edge of the shower and think maybe i should just cut my loses and sit here until Mim comes home - she's only foundation, i tell myself, she could be home at anytime - but then i look up and have a bright idea.
The perspex window above the door looks like it could come out if i loosened the nails. I look around - what can i use - i find a disposable razor and with the plastic handle i push all the rusty nails back until the perspex comes out. Amazing! When you see this in films it always looks easy when someone pops a window and then pulls themself up and they're outta there. But when it comes to it and you're tired, naked, and realise you can't lift your own body weight - because you've recently eaten 6500 cookies - it's a different story.
So...i give up on this idea, put the perspex back up and fashion the rusty nails to rehold back it place. I sit on the edge of the shower again, and again giving up. I try shaking and twisting and pulling the handle in order for the latch to shift but all the results in is the handle coming off at my side to. Great, I think to myself, now I've got to sit here looking through the small gap, where the handle was, being able to see my freedom on the other side but not being able to get to it.
Time passes. It feels like days...weeks...years.
Then it comes to me. I need to find something which i can substitute for the door handle, something i can put into the gap, turn it, and unhook the latch! Firstly i try my little finger. I push it in as far as I can and then try and turn. It doesn't work. The result - bleeding finger! What can I do?! What can I do?! I check the basket on the shelf for some kind of tool. All i find is a handful of disposable razors, all too big to fit the hole i have to work with. I try my other little finger, but it's as successful as the first. I figure I'm going to have to try with the razors.
So there I sit, back on the edge of shower, using my teeth to fashion a tool the same size as the missing metal bar which i knew was on the floor on the other side of this god forsaken door. I go through about 3 razor. my hands occasionally catching the blade and my teeth and jaw aching. On my 4th attempt I'd made my best tool yet and started pushing it into the small hole. It wouldn't go in far enough. So i look around again for the best 'hammer' i could find. The Dove shower gel bottle is the biggest and heaviest thing i can find and so i start 'hammering' the razor handle into the slot. It's in as far as it can go. I sit on the edge of the shower, which by now was surprisingly comfy, and i slowly turn my disposable razor-cum-door handle and as if by some miracle the door pushes open.
I fall to the floor and half laugh and half cry. Immediately I go to my room and put some clothes on, I'm cold, tired and sore all over from my teeth to my toes. I check the time, it's just gone 3 o'clock. I've been sat in that pokey little room for just around 2 hours. 2 freakin' hours!!!!!
Oh well. I guess it's a change from sitting around and watch tv so I can't really complain.
So...
I thought I'm gonna have a shave and a shower and do my hair and I'm gonna swallow my pride and go down to Past Times and apply for a job.
So I have a shave and I'm feeling good and think I'll take a shower now. I take note of the time because the Collin and Edith show has just come on Radio 1 - this means its just gone 1 o'clock.
My shower is just lovely and i wash my hair and feel all relaxed. I shut the shower off and get dry, wrap my towel around myself and go to open the door. The handle just spins around. So I try again. Nothing. Then i have a flash back. I see the other half of the door handle on the floor, on the landing. I remember from my childhood my mother telling me not to shut a door when the handle is broke - "we won't be able to open the door if you did" - she said.
So...I consider my options. I can wait here in my towel, cold and damp and wait for the first person to come home, but it's not long past 1 o'clock and it's possible that someone won't be home until 5. So that was no good. Well I'll use brute strength then, i tell myself, so i start charging the door with my shoulder/elbow/knee/foot/fist. It's no use. The frame is starting to come loose and every part of my body aches.
I sit down on the edge of the shower and think maybe i should just cut my loses and sit here until Mim comes home - she's only foundation, i tell myself, she could be home at anytime - but then i look up and have a bright idea.
The perspex window above the door looks like it could come out if i loosened the nails. I look around - what can i use - i find a disposable razor and with the plastic handle i push all the rusty nails back until the perspex comes out. Amazing! When you see this in films it always looks easy when someone pops a window and then pulls themself up and they're outta there. But when it comes to it and you're tired, naked, and realise you can't lift your own body weight - because you've recently eaten 6500 cookies - it's a different story.
So...i give up on this idea, put the perspex back up and fashion the rusty nails to rehold back it place. I sit on the edge of the shower again, and again giving up. I try shaking and twisting and pulling the handle in order for the latch to shift but all the results in is the handle coming off at my side to. Great, I think to myself, now I've got to sit here looking through the small gap, where the handle was, being able to see my freedom on the other side but not being able to get to it.
Time passes. It feels like days...weeks...years.
Then it comes to me. I need to find something which i can substitute for the door handle, something i can put into the gap, turn it, and unhook the latch! Firstly i try my little finger. I push it in as far as I can and then try and turn. It doesn't work. The result - bleeding finger! What can I do?! What can I do?! I check the basket on the shelf for some kind of tool. All i find is a handful of disposable razors, all too big to fit the hole i have to work with. I try my other little finger, but it's as successful as the first. I figure I'm going to have to try with the razors.
So there I sit, back on the edge of shower, using my teeth to fashion a tool the same size as the missing metal bar which i knew was on the floor on the other side of this god forsaken door. I go through about 3 razor. my hands occasionally catching the blade and my teeth and jaw aching. On my 4th attempt I'd made my best tool yet and started pushing it into the small hole. It wouldn't go in far enough. So i look around again for the best 'hammer' i could find. The Dove shower gel bottle is the biggest and heaviest thing i can find and so i start 'hammering' the razor handle into the slot. It's in as far as it can go. I sit on the edge of the shower, which by now was surprisingly comfy, and i slowly turn my disposable razor-cum-door handle and as if by some miracle the door pushes open.
I fall to the floor and half laugh and half cry. Immediately I go to my room and put some clothes on, I'm cold, tired and sore all over from my teeth to my toes. I check the time, it's just gone 3 o'clock. I've been sat in that pokey little room for just around 2 hours. 2 freakin' hours!!!!!
Oh well. I guess it's a change from sitting around and watch tv so I can't really complain.
Tuesday, June 19
Don't you hate it when...
...You take your camera to an important event and the batteries run out after two pictures..?? Well, don't you?
Here are the couple of pictures that survived from Conrad's mom's 60th Bday party:
Tuesday, May 22
Poor bloggy!
I feel like my blog is a forgotten-about stuffed toy that I keep away in my room and don't tell anyone about. It's forlorn, it's neglected, it's sat here on it's own with nothing to do. I've moved on to the bigger toys, but it's not my blogs fault. I just don't have the heart to pack it away in a box and store it in the attic, so it sits here waiting. I'm too attached to it, and it might give me some comfort one day when I'm really needing it.
So my stuffed toy will keep it's seat on the top of my cupboard (just out of reach) for now.
So my stuffed toy will keep it's seat on the top of my cupboard (just out of reach) for now.
Tuesday, April 17
How To Say?
I want to write a blog post, but I have nothing to say. Right this second I feel a little bit sleepy, a little bit excited, a little bit head-achy, a little bit tanned, a little bit chilly. This week is kind of a non-week. I got back on Sunday night from 10 days away to
I had soooo much fun in Mancy-town. Mom and I went wedding dress shopping (of which we are NOT finished. I am going to drag this amazingly fun experience on as long as humanly possible - especially if I get some free champagne out of it!) I decided I don't hate strapless as much as I thought. In fact, I'm actually contemplating buying a strapless wedding dress! Who would have thunk it?
We went to go look at yet another wedding chapel which was PERFECT. It is the oldest chapel in the area (late 1800s I think) out in the country. But it was just too small. I would literally walk about 2 steps and be at the front. So, we're in a bit of limbo with that too at the moment.
We have booked our tickets to go to Japan in June/July for Conrad's brother's wedding. I'm looking forward to this, but it's kind of killing me a little bit that we are just a hop-skip and swim away from the
Enough randomness for now. When I get home tonight I'm going to post some piccys of our trip to
Tuesday, March 20
Frozen Fingers
We had a bit of mild winter here in London-town, and it appears that Spring is more then making up for it. On Saturday we were walking around in the sunshine with T-shirts, yesterday and today we have had snow. What is going on? So here is a bit of snow, London style. Not so impressive, is it?
In fact, can you call this snow? It looked like snow from my window, but I'm not sure if it even qualifies. I turned around to get the camera and it stopped. Anyways, it is chill-some.
While I had the camera out, I thought I might do a bit of 'You've Been Framed' shots of my mini-apartment and see if they say anything about life here right now.
In complete contrast to the somewhat blizzardy weather, here is the blooming jasmine growing on our windowsill.
My favourite new summer bag (some might say bought a little pre-maturely)
Two wise Tunisian men and an excitable fern watch over us throughout the days
The growing family portrait wall (Brooke this may be a hint that we need a new picture of the kiddoes! Hehe) The other two pictures are of Conrad's brother and fiance and of all Conrad's cousins in a row.
A mask or two from the plentiful stores we found somewhere in the labyrinth of cobble-stone streets of Venice
By far the largest and fattiest addition to my kitchen cupboard: Jif. But oh how the creamy goodness brings happiness to my soul. It's even more special because I have to get imported from the States.
And as a parting gift, I give you the greeting hung up next to the door.
Shalom.
While I had the camera out, I thought I might do a bit of 'You've Been Framed' shots of my mini-apartment and see if they say anything about life here right now.
In complete contrast to the somewhat blizzardy weather, here is the blooming jasmine growing on our windowsill.
Next to my faux fireplace stands a proud Filipino hunter (who just happens to be stood next to a cute looking Tunisian camel)
Many a long evening spent reading..
My favourite new summer bag (some might say bought a little pre-maturely)
Two wise Tunisian men and an excitable fern watch over us throughout the days
The growing family portrait wall (Brooke this may be a hint that we need a new picture of the kiddoes! Hehe) The other two pictures are of Conrad's brother and fiance and of all Conrad's cousins in a row.
A mask or two from the plentiful stores we found somewhere in the labyrinth of cobble-stone streets of Venice
By far the largest and fattiest addition to my kitchen cupboard: Jif. But oh how the creamy goodness brings happiness to my soul. It's even more special because I have to get imported from the States.
And as a parting gift, I give you the greeting hung up next to the door.
Shalom.
Friday, March 9
Thoughts as they come into my head
It has been over a week since I last posted.
I have either been too tired, emotionally drained, annoyed, cranky, gripy, moany, sleepy, generally not-nice-to-talk-to-let-alone-read-about-my-bad-mood to write. My stomach has been having issues this week and I'm not entirely sure if it's to do with being stressed at work, or what. But it ain't been pleasant, that's for sure!
This past Saturday Conrad and I went to go and get my engagement ring re-sized. When I passed over my ring my entire spirit just went completely down. Symbolism is such a powerful thing. As soon as we left the store I felt kind of empty. I stare at this thing so much and it's such a constant presence on my finger, that when it was gone, I felt something quite important was missing. I wanted people to know that I was engaged! I wanted to play with it when I was on the bus! I wanted to gaze at it for hours on end when I was supposed to be doing work! Last night I got it back again and I felt immense relief when it slipped back on my finger. Not only does it fit perfectly, but I have a new-found respect for how much the ring symbolises. This ring will be on my finger until I die, and shows everybody that I am in love and am completely taken. I just didn't realise how attached I would become to it in only 2 weeks.
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It's my Brother's Birthday today. Please go look at his art and appreciate the Greatness Of Nick. He will always be 18 (the age when he moved away to
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Ben (a.k.a. My Bridesman - is there a correct term for that?) is coming to visit tonight for the weekend. Granted, whatever we do, we'll have fun. I'll try and take as many stupid and ridiculous pictures as humanly possible and subject them to you next week.
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I have been browsing magazines for wedding dresses the past couple of weeks. Apparently, strapless dresses are in. And it's impossible to find anything else. I don't heart strapless. As of yet, I haven't found anything that makes me want to pass out with glee. I have realised that I do heart trains:
We haven't been able to set a date yet, because we're having Church issues. This is the Church that I really really really really really really really really want to have it in:
It's intimate and picturesque. I can seriously see myself standing right there, getting ready to walk in and get married.
But apparently if you book a wedding in this chapel, you book everything: flowers, minister, hymns (organ player and all!!), photographer.. What is the point in that? We are the kind of people that want a very personalised service. I know exactly what kind of flowers I want, what kind of music I want, and the most important thing is that I want my dad to perform the ceremony.
When we went to go visit the Vicar, he was kind of stumped. He had obviously never had any kind of request such as this before. All we wanted to do was rent the chapel (not him!) and he wasn't sure how to take it. We are still in 'negotiations' at the moment, meaning that I have emailed him and he hasn't gotten back to me. This has kind of stopped my planning in it's tracks, because I have absolutely no idea what we'll do if we can't get this chapel! Boo!
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That's all I can think of right now - Must go back to work in the drone colony.
Wednesday, February 28
Hectic
My life has become slightly hectic and busy as of late. I know it will calm down soon enough, but for now I am finding myself too busy to blog!
Our supervisor is leaving from work, so we've gone from 4 people to 3 - this is taking away the hours of free time I used to have where I could wile away and ruminate through my keyboard. I don't have time to think about my feelings, let alone write about them!
This weekend was good. The time with future in-laws and step-in-laws went quickly and was rather enjoyable!
Today is Conrad's 27th Birthday, but I've talked about him enough lately that he's turned into some kind of local celebrity.
So rest assured, I'm still here, I still have things to say - Just do not have the time!
Our supervisor is leaving from work, so we've gone from 4 people to 3 - this is taking away the hours of free time I used to have where I could wile away and ruminate through my keyboard. I don't have time to think about my feelings, let alone write about them!
This weekend was good. The time with future in-laws and step-in-laws went quickly and was rather enjoyable!
Today is Conrad's 27th Birthday, but I've talked about him enough lately that he's turned into some kind of local celebrity.
So rest assured, I'm still here, I still have things to say - Just do not have the time!
Friday, February 23
All Roads Lead Back To Manchester
We are off to Mancy-town for a three-day weekend to celebrate with parents and the like. On Saturday night Conrad's mom and his step-dad are coming over to my m & d's house for some dinner and frollicks.
I am so privileged to have so many people to celebrate with. Thanks to everyone who wrote comments - they all meant a lot to me!
I may write whilst in Manchester, I may not. But I will leave you with something a little bit special before I go:
I am so privileged to have so many people to celebrate with. Thanks to everyone who wrote comments - they all meant a lot to me!
I may write whilst in Manchester, I may not. But I will leave you with something a little bit special before I go:
Monday, February 12
What The Scanner Saw
Mom and Dad bought us a pretty new copier/scanner/printer for Christmas and I have just gotten round to making use of it's wonders and the endless hours of happiness it can bring to me.
I don't have many of my old pictures here in London (I am planning on bringing them all down next time I'm in Manchester) but from wandering around the house and picking certain pictures, here is what the scanner has seen today:
This was taken on the back of a scooter on the first holiday Conrad and I went on together in Tunisia. It was baking baking hot that day and we drove around for hours - taking in the sights of Carthage and then back around again. We were usually the only people on the road. This is also the first and only time I have ever had heat stroke. Because we were wizzing along without a care in the world, we forgot to re-apply sunscreen. And I paid for it later.
My brother and the clouds.
Conrad the Emperor. (circa 2006) This was a children's play that Conrad was in when he was in acting school called 'The Nightingale'. It was a very cute story that warmed your heart at the same time.
This is 'anonymous'. Also known as my brother-in-law.
This is Conrad looking very dapper about 30 minutes before his best-friend's wedding. Everyone was so nervous (including the groom) that we all decided to go have a game of pool beforehand.
This is my favourite shot of driving through Michigan. It seems so quintessentially American and captures everything about America that isn't seen in England. If that makes sense.
Friday, January 19
You want random? You got it.
So what is up with the extreme weather? First we have tornados, and then yesterday we had wind storms with gusts up to 99mph. All train stations were closed and airports were at a stand-still. There were roofs falling in, trees falling over.. Just chaos! Absolute chaos!
So much for mild English weather.
pictures courtesy of BBC.co.uk
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I have a couple events in February that I'm looking forward to that are helping me through this long, cold grey month of January:
*My mom is coming to visit the first weekend in February (while dad is out galivanting in the States with my brother/sister-in-law, sister, aunt and cousins). We have a magical day-out planned to Madame Tussaud's followed by an evening full of excessive amounts of Sushi. Hmmm. Sushi. We frequent (insert R.P. accent here) an all-you-can-eat Sushi place that mom seems quite partial to.
*Conrad has a week off in February for half-term - which in itself is a rarity as actors very rarely get paid holiday. So, we've decided to mosy on over to
I just can't wait to dig in to all that luscious rich French food... Baguettes galore, soft warm brie, lamb, Paté Frois gras, boeuf, delectable duck, warm red wine, rich chocolate treats, pain au chocolat............ Okay my mouth is seriously drooling just thinking about it. (We will be doing some sightseeing, not just eating.. just so you know..)
*Best Bud Ben (hi Ben!) is coming to visit for a weekend. We're planning a jam-packed weekend of fun and frollicks including going to see
*Oh, and how can I forget Conrad's 27th Birthday Week Of Celebrations?
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I'm thinking of getting a fringe cut into my hair again. I had a fringe for about 2 years recently and really liked it, and I've just now grown it out. And now I miss it. I'm fairly certain that as soon as I do cut it I'll be inconsolable for at least 3 weeks. I'm pretty schizophrenic when it comes to my hair.
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We have become one of *those people* that still have their Christmas tree in their house. Oh - the shame. Don't get me wrong, it's not still lit up in the middle of our living room in all it's glory.. Oh no! It's been left abandoned in the corner of our room all chopped up and stuff. Poor tree.
The moment we got in the door after Christmas break we were amazingly productive and efficient in taking down Christmas decorations. And then we lost all sense of reality and started chopping it up, thinking that we could fit it into bin bags and put it in the trash outside.
Ha!
This was not so. People come around to collect trees, but they will not pick up trees all chopped up in bin bags.
I don't know if you've realised this yet, but Conrad and I are pretty.. um.. irresponsible? Have no common sense? Whatever you call it, we can't for the life of us figure out how to get rid of the ol' Christmas tree.
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And here's one for those who don't live in England. This is what has been on our news channels for the past 24 hours:
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Well hopefully I haven't been too random for you all. I am soo glad it's Friday!
Thursday, January 11
Bits and Bobs
My mind does funny ol' things when it's tired.
Lack of sleep makes me have frantic, constant, staccato thoughts that are just plain random and useless. Last night while I was taking a *relaxing* bath, all I could think about was conversations I'd had in the day, playing them back in my mind like some boring black and white rerun. At one point I think I even said out loud 'What are you doing! Why are you thinking about that?' It was like I was on some kind of brain speed pill. (which I definitely am not) The grasshopper in my brain works triple-time trying to confuse me and everyone around me with maximum effect.
The more tired I am, the more the repressed O.C.D. side of me tries to get out. I get home, and a sock lying by the couch drives me insane. The tiny layer of dust on the TV (developed from only last week when I deliriously dusted it last time I was tired) almost has me in convulsions. I want everything to be perfect! I will not relax until it's all in place! But most of the time I'm just too tired to do anything about it.
The point of me telling you this today is that my post will represent the resident grasshopper in my head - bits of random thoughts as they come to me.
*There is a baby mouse living in my house. And it's not a pet. I'm not actually a person that's afraid of mice, but we need to get rid of it before it starts breeding and we have a mini mouse colony. I also don't think it helps that just recently I have watched the movie 'Mouse Hunt'. I go to bed at night expecting it to be making itself a nice pesto pasta and find it napping on our fluffy white bread loaf. I don't think I need to worry though, because it doesn't seem to like me much. I haven't even seen it - it appears to Conrad at different times during the evening and shies away whenever I come into the room.
*Goji Berries
*We are heading down to
*Thanks to the brave souls who shared their opinion with me in the last comment section! I was listening to my mp3 player on the way to work and a song I have heard a million times kind of jumped out. I had no idea what it was about, I always sort of listened to the tune. This seems to echo my thoughts on the previous post. So I will leave you with these words;
(A. DiFranco) |
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