Ohmygod Crocs are just the best thing ever!
P.S I realise I am about 2 years too late for this trend.
Friday, April 03, 2009
Thursday, April 02, 2009
Argh, People!
So someone who doesn't live on MY street parks on it, blocking MY drive and carrying on their conversation with a neighbour for 5 minutes despite the fact that I have told them I need them to move so I can gain access to MY property and thinks it is ok to start shouting at ME when I beep them to tell them to hurry up shifting their car because 'Helllloooo' I am still parked here waiting.
They then think it is ok to make certain masturbatory hand gestures when FINALLY shifting it when we then go on to shout back at them that there are now TWO people who live on the street queuing for the access that THEY are blocking.
Sometimes conversation is too good for some people, and one can only relate to shouting through the window for them to 'Fuck off' and flicking the V's violently.
Some people should be slaughtered at birth.
They then think it is ok to make certain masturbatory hand gestures when FINALLY shifting it when we then go on to shout back at them that there are now TWO people who live on the street queuing for the access that THEY are blocking.
Sometimes conversation is too good for some people, and one can only relate to shouting through the window for them to 'Fuck off' and flicking the V's violently.
Some people should be slaughtered at birth.
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Dr Death
- Bru (pronounced Brew), the dog our family has had since he was 7 months old went to sleep for the last time this evening. He was either 15 or 16 and was basically rotting from the inside out - he certainly smelled like it anyway! He went to live with my Dad when my parents split up when I was 18 so I've seen him less and less over time. Sleep well Bru Bru - I have many memories of many adventures that will be treasured forever.
- D is starting a new job on Monday after accepting redundancy from his last job that he officially finished yesterday. I think we are very lucky compared to most people in the whole recession thing for him to be able to finish one job and line up a more beneficial job straight away. Instead of working 60 miles from home and commuting for at least 1 and a half hours each way per day, he will now be working 15/20 mins from home. This will be a massive lifestyle change and I can't wait to spend 'normal' evenings together rather than him being home at 9pm.
- I bought new ceiling lightshades for the hall and landing as one of the finishing touches and I love them!
- I now have a week off work.
- I have so much cleaning and tidying and decorating to do in this week that it's unreal.
- I WILL make time for reading and knitting, not necessarily in that order and not at the same time!
Monday, March 30, 2009
I've just turned 26 and haven't spoken to my Grandparents on my mothers side since I was 18. They had a bit of a row and as a result I obviously sided with my mum so the last time I saw them was on my 18th birthday. Since then a lot of water has passed under the bridge, I'm older, wiser, my mum had made up with them, so on New Years Day I decided to go and visit them again along with my mum.
They had shrunk considerably. My Grandad was no longer the man I remembered and had withered into a shell of a human body. My Grandma was pretty much the same, just older. They still live in the same old house - a big house, but very very very run down. I'm sure it was once a glorious abode in it's day, full of the latest luxurious flock wallpaper and shaggy carpets which are now just peeling damp paper, and matted fluff.
They lived their own simple life made up of their routines so they barely left the house or saw anyone else. To them 8 whole years of not seeing their Grandaughter was more like a life sentence than a quick flash of a few years that it was to me. I can remember my Grandad looked at me as though I was a miracle, mouth agape and eyes wide as it dawned on him that I'd come to see him, to make amends. He hugged me, teared up and said my name very slowly. As though he thought that if he never finished speaking it, if the last vowel never dropped from his tongue then the moment would never be over.
We sat for an hour or so passing back and forth idle chit chat about what I'd been up to over the last 8 years and how life had changed. He had changed from the opinionated strong willed man that the family had known and fallen out with into a calm and laid back 80 odd year old. He punctuated the conversation numerous times by commenting that a lot of water had passed under the bridge, things were now different, that he was a different person and he would love to see me again even though he realised that modern day life doesn't allow one too much spare time to do so.
My heart warmed to him and before I went I vowed I would visit them again and bring my partner. It had been bugging me for years that one of them might die and I would never have made my peace with them or visited them that one last time and selfishly I guess I thought I had done my bit just by going to see them this one time. The last few months have been hectic and I haven't made any time to go and see them. I feel guilty about that, because to them it was maybe like dangling a carrot in front of them and not following through.
A few weeks ago my Grandad had a stroke and ended up in hospital. He went through various stages of being ok, then being in a coma, then ok, then eventually just got to the point where he gave up trying to speak as no one could understand him. The decision was made to just let him go as he would never be leaving that hospital. He was tired, confused and ill. Although he couldn't speak he told my Grandm that he wanted to leave and that he would see her on the other side. It took her days to work out that he was trying to tell her that, and I'm glad that she managed to work that out. They had been married for over 60 years and although I'm sure it was filled with it's ups and downs there's no doubt they must have loved each other. It kills me to think of losing D after 5 years, nevermind 60.
Last week he slipped away. My mum went to visit him and found him dead. I'm glad in a way - he needed to go, my mum and Grandma were tired out from visiting the hospital every day and it was just a waiting game. Like living in limbo for them. I did go to visit him at the hospital once, and he did know I was there although he didn't really respond. It makes me even more glad that I made my peace on New Years Day with them. I can't imagine how I would feel now had I not made it up with him.
Today was his funeral. I wasn't overly upset. I didn't cry. I wasn't that close to him, and am only really upset for the man that I saw on New Years Day, the man that I could see myself building a relationship up with. I'm not upset for the man he was, the man who upset so many people in my family and the man who thought it was ok to fall out with his daughter for so long. I'm upset for my mum as she had only known him as he was for the last 2 years, as she hadn't spoken to him for 6 years. I'm upset for Grandma. How will her life be?
The funeral was full of a few people who actually wanted to say goodbye and a good few other people who treat it as a good day out. You know, the kind of people who have nothing else better to do than visit a funeral to give them something to talk about for the rest of the week. They are also the kind of people that run straight for the food at the after funeral thingy and stuff their faces. At least it means they won't have to worry about what they're going to have to eat for dinner.
It was full of people who I'm apparently related to but I have no idea who they are. I think maybe they were pulled straight out an 80's timewarp. That's the last place I saw icy blue eyeshadow and icy pink lipstick anyway. One old guy had skin so waxy and so yellow I could have sworn he belonged in a shop window as a mannequin. At point I turned around from getting my
G&T and thought he'd died he was that still.
There's a point in the service where it turns from all the generic blah blah blah Jesus and God and Christ kinda stuff and they actually mention the person's name, a little bit about them and ask everyone to pause for a moment and remember the person. That's the point where everyone loses it. I didn't do that in the Crem. Not in a place full of other people. Instead I will do it at some point in the next few days, when I have a quiet moment. I'll think of my Grandad and how I idolised him as a kid, how he used to do magic tricks and Punch and Judy shows. I'll think of the times before everyone grew up, grew older, and grew nasty. Before relationships turned to shit and after they were patched back together again.
Sometimes in movies they have that old cliched thing of how it's never too late to make it up with someone - I think they're right.
They had shrunk considerably. My Grandad was no longer the man I remembered and had withered into a shell of a human body. My Grandma was pretty much the same, just older. They still live in the same old house - a big house, but very very very run down. I'm sure it was once a glorious abode in it's day, full of the latest luxurious flock wallpaper and shaggy carpets which are now just peeling damp paper, and matted fluff.
They lived their own simple life made up of their routines so they barely left the house or saw anyone else. To them 8 whole years of not seeing their Grandaughter was more like a life sentence than a quick flash of a few years that it was to me. I can remember my Grandad looked at me as though I was a miracle, mouth agape and eyes wide as it dawned on him that I'd come to see him, to make amends. He hugged me, teared up and said my name very slowly. As though he thought that if he never finished speaking it, if the last vowel never dropped from his tongue then the moment would never be over.
We sat for an hour or so passing back and forth idle chit chat about what I'd been up to over the last 8 years and how life had changed. He had changed from the opinionated strong willed man that the family had known and fallen out with into a calm and laid back 80 odd year old. He punctuated the conversation numerous times by commenting that a lot of water had passed under the bridge, things were now different, that he was a different person and he would love to see me again even though he realised that modern day life doesn't allow one too much spare time to do so.
My heart warmed to him and before I went I vowed I would visit them again and bring my partner. It had been bugging me for years that one of them might die and I would never have made my peace with them or visited them that one last time and selfishly I guess I thought I had done my bit just by going to see them this one time. The last few months have been hectic and I haven't made any time to go and see them. I feel guilty about that, because to them it was maybe like dangling a carrot in front of them and not following through.
A few weeks ago my Grandad had a stroke and ended up in hospital. He went through various stages of being ok, then being in a coma, then ok, then eventually just got to the point where he gave up trying to speak as no one could understand him. The decision was made to just let him go as he would never be leaving that hospital. He was tired, confused and ill. Although he couldn't speak he told my Grandm that he wanted to leave and that he would see her on the other side. It took her days to work out that he was trying to tell her that, and I'm glad that she managed to work that out. They had been married for over 60 years and although I'm sure it was filled with it's ups and downs there's no doubt they must have loved each other. It kills me to think of losing D after 5 years, nevermind 60.
Last week he slipped away. My mum went to visit him and found him dead. I'm glad in a way - he needed to go, my mum and Grandma were tired out from visiting the hospital every day and it was just a waiting game. Like living in limbo for them. I did go to visit him at the hospital once, and he did know I was there although he didn't really respond. It makes me even more glad that I made my peace on New Years Day with them. I can't imagine how I would feel now had I not made it up with him.
Today was his funeral. I wasn't overly upset. I didn't cry. I wasn't that close to him, and am only really upset for the man that I saw on New Years Day, the man that I could see myself building a relationship up with. I'm not upset for the man he was, the man who upset so many people in my family and the man who thought it was ok to fall out with his daughter for so long. I'm upset for my mum as she had only known him as he was for the last 2 years, as she hadn't spoken to him for 6 years. I'm upset for Grandma. How will her life be?
The funeral was full of a few people who actually wanted to say goodbye and a good few other people who treat it as a good day out. You know, the kind of people who have nothing else better to do than visit a funeral to give them something to talk about for the rest of the week. They are also the kind of people that run straight for the food at the after funeral thingy and stuff their faces. At least it means they won't have to worry about what they're going to have to eat for dinner.
It was full of people who I'm apparently related to but I have no idea who they are. I think maybe they were pulled straight out an 80's timewarp. That's the last place I saw icy blue eyeshadow and icy pink lipstick anyway. One old guy had skin so waxy and so yellow I could have sworn he belonged in a shop window as a mannequin. At point I turned around from getting my
G&T and thought he'd died he was that still.
There's a point in the service where it turns from all the generic blah blah blah Jesus and God and Christ kinda stuff and they actually mention the person's name, a little bit about them and ask everyone to pause for a moment and remember the person. That's the point where everyone loses it. I didn't do that in the Crem. Not in a place full of other people. Instead I will do it at some point in the next few days, when I have a quiet moment. I'll think of my Grandad and how I idolised him as a kid, how he used to do magic tricks and Punch and Judy shows. I'll think of the times before everyone grew up, grew older, and grew nasty. Before relationships turned to shit and after they were patched back together again.
Sometimes in movies they have that old cliched thing of how it's never too late to make it up with someone - I think they're right.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Good Old Days
Today I cleaned. A lot. Life at the moment is all about decluttering. I'm fed up of living around our stuff and instead decided it's high time to that our stuff should be benficial for us. My Mum's been a great help and has helped me to clear out the attic - we got rid of 5 car loads of rubbish and semi organised everything up there.
Our bathroom is almost complete after the little flood we had. Everything is installed and working properly, we just have a small intermittent leak from somewhere in the shower enclosure which is yet to be fixed, which means that the floor can't be sealed yet but apart from that it's done. The hall, stairs and landing has been replastered so we are now rid of the horrible artex/wood chip effect stuff that was all over the walls. We had our new carpet courtesy of the insurance company fitted last week and have our hallway furniture fitted. The wall that goes up the side of the stairs is still raw plaster as that needs wallpapering in a feature paper, and the wood work still needs painting but I can do that as and when. Just a few pictures to put up and the light fittings to fit and we're nearly done. The kitchen has a new black laminate floor but I'll never consider that room to be finished until we have a new fitted kitchen which will no doubt be years down the line seeing as they cost so much.
So, in short, in about a months time my house should be more or less like a normal house. On my time off work I won't have DIY and major projects to do - and can just chill. It'll be so nice so be able to just live in this house for it not to just be one big project. Then of course we have to move onto the garden - and that's about a zillion blog posts in itself.
So today after finally getting rid of the last of the plaster dust that was covering most surfaces in the house it looks vaguely normal. I plan to sit, knit, and watch TV.... like the good old days.
Our bathroom is almost complete after the little flood we had. Everything is installed and working properly, we just have a small intermittent leak from somewhere in the shower enclosure which is yet to be fixed, which means that the floor can't be sealed yet but apart from that it's done. The hall, stairs and landing has been replastered so we are now rid of the horrible artex/wood chip effect stuff that was all over the walls. We had our new carpet courtesy of the insurance company fitted last week and have our hallway furniture fitted. The wall that goes up the side of the stairs is still raw plaster as that needs wallpapering in a feature paper, and the wood work still needs painting but I can do that as and when. Just a few pictures to put up and the light fittings to fit and we're nearly done. The kitchen has a new black laminate floor but I'll never consider that room to be finished until we have a new fitted kitchen which will no doubt be years down the line seeing as they cost so much.
So, in short, in about a months time my house should be more or less like a normal house. On my time off work I won't have DIY and major projects to do - and can just chill. It'll be so nice so be able to just live in this house for it not to just be one big project. Then of course we have to move onto the garden - and that's about a zillion blog posts in itself.
So today after finally getting rid of the last of the plaster dust that was covering most surfaces in the house it looks vaguely normal. I plan to sit, knit, and watch TV.... like the good old days.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Guess who's back...
Oh wow. I'm back. I never went, but this blogging thing lost it's shine for me, and what's the point in doing something if it doesn't interest you at all. Life has been great, really great, and it has been busy since I started my new job in September. Since it's been so great I've felt no need to blog, haven't needed a sounding board. Working shifts has really impacted on my knitting time and my schedule at work has been up in the air for many months. It's now calming down and I'm starting to know where I am and what I am working and when.
Some days I am just too tired to pick up the needles after working a 70 hour week. There is always something else to do or that needs doing (we've been doing a hell of a lot of work on the house), or I just plain don't feel like it and just want to sit on the laptop or watching TV. Over the last few months most of the stuff I've started, I just haven't wanted to carry on with and the result of this is numerous large projects stuck in the 'just started' stage. Too far along to stop and rip, but nowhere near finished. They cause me a massive amount of guilt for some reason and as my life nowadays is about decluttering my head and my home, I'm thinking of rip rip ripping and only having stuff I REALLY want to do on the needles. Yes, the yarn needs using, but I haven't seen any Best Before Dates on any of my yarn labels so no doubt there'll be plenty of opportunity to use it in years to come.
I have an entire back of a Rowan sweater I started and am nearly at the cast off neck edge point, but I don't 'love' it. It's nice, but can I really be bothered knitting the front and 2 sleeves? Then I have just started another Rowan sweater in yarn I DO like in a colour I DO love and I think it'll be a practical sweater, but the guilt from not continuuing on the first sweater is putting me off doing this one - see where I'm going with this? I think this weekend may be spent ripping, decluttering my yarn room and maybe keeping one big project and a smaller sock project.
Who knows if I'll make another entry, but I do still read all of the blogs I used to, even if I don't seem to have time to comment on them anymore.
Some days I am just too tired to pick up the needles after working a 70 hour week. There is always something else to do or that needs doing (we've been doing a hell of a lot of work on the house), or I just plain don't feel like it and just want to sit on the laptop or watching TV. Over the last few months most of the stuff I've started, I just haven't wanted to carry on with and the result of this is numerous large projects stuck in the 'just started' stage. Too far along to stop and rip, but nowhere near finished. They cause me a massive amount of guilt for some reason and as my life nowadays is about decluttering my head and my home, I'm thinking of rip rip ripping and only having stuff I REALLY want to do on the needles. Yes, the yarn needs using, but I haven't seen any Best Before Dates on any of my yarn labels so no doubt there'll be plenty of opportunity to use it in years to come.
I have an entire back of a Rowan sweater I started and am nearly at the cast off neck edge point, but I don't 'love' it. It's nice, but can I really be bothered knitting the front and 2 sleeves? Then I have just started another Rowan sweater in yarn I DO like in a colour I DO love and I think it'll be a practical sweater, but the guilt from not continuuing on the first sweater is putting me off doing this one - see where I'm going with this? I think this weekend may be spent ripping, decluttering my yarn room and maybe keeping one big project and a smaller sock project.
Who knows if I'll make another entry, but I do still read all of the blogs I used to, even if I don't seem to have time to comment on them anymore.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Introducing Scree
We finally managed to clear a semi path to the room the camera was in and D took these photos this morning. Does it gross you out to know he was naked whilst he did it and that in most of the photos I was looking at his....hehehehe! The background for the photos is my newly painted bedroom walls.
When we first moved into this house I had an idea that I wanted the bedroom to be all dark and luxurious and cosy so I painted all 4 walls deep dark purple. Not a good idea. I finally got so fed up with it being so dark all of the time that I got up from lazing on the couch, grabbed some white paint we had and slapped it over 2 of the walls. Then the next morning I went to the DIY store and bought a light blue colour paint and painted over the white. It's brightened it up soooo much and the blue really really goes well with the purple. Plus it forced me into actually cleaning the room which is always a good thing.
Anyway, here is Scree...
The only mods I did on this was to re knit the garter stitch band a couple of inches longer, you can see the rest of the details on my Ravelry page. A really enjoyable knit and a top that I will actually wear. So many times I have knit things but know I will never wear them, but this fits well for my body shape and is so totally wearable.
Whilst D had loaded these onto his mac he opened up Photoshop and was gonna tweak the pictures to make me super sexy but then I decided not to so you see me here in all my glory, minus a spot and some satinwood white paint that was stuck on my arm that will not wash off! We discovered a folder of photos of the Lilster and a few of em made me giggle so thought I'd stick em on here.
When we first moved into this house I had an idea that I wanted the bedroom to be all dark and luxurious and cosy so I painted all 4 walls deep dark purple. Not a good idea. I finally got so fed up with it being so dark all of the time that I got up from lazing on the couch, grabbed some white paint we had and slapped it over 2 of the walls. Then the next morning I went to the DIY store and bought a light blue colour paint and painted over the white. It's brightened it up soooo much and the blue really really goes well with the purple. Plus it forced me into actually cleaning the room which is always a good thing.
Anyway, here is Scree...
The only mods I did on this was to re knit the garter stitch band a couple of inches longer, you can see the rest of the details on my Ravelry page. A really enjoyable knit and a top that I will actually wear. So many times I have knit things but know I will never wear them, but this fits well for my body shape and is so totally wearable.
The tattoo. My tattooist helped me come up with a design that would suit me on my wrist and soften the black Pisces symbol I have, so here we have reverse stars in black and grey. They make a great background for anything I want to add on in the future and are nice and soft. It didn't hurt just an irritating needle sticking into your skin kinda pain. In fact, it hurt more when he dry shaved my arm beforehand than the actual tattoo. It's still a tiny bit scabby so just ignore that. D does not like it which somehow makes me like it so much more. Must be the rebel in me.
Whilst D had loaded these onto his mac he opened up Photoshop and was gonna tweak the pictures to make me super sexy but then I decided not to so you see me here in all my glory, minus a spot and some satinwood white paint that was stuck on my arm that will not wash off! We discovered a folder of photos of the Lilster and a few of em made me giggle so thought I'd stick em on here.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
