Subville

I seem to travel through my life ... bumping into people ... liking them ... then bringing out the worst in them.

The annoying bit is that I have not a fucking clue why ...

9am - phone rings - small answers it.

Little friend's birthday and he never said a word yesterday or the day before! I like that. Not grabby. He's a great friend to my boy. He got a PS3 for birthday and wants my lad to go over for the day to play it.

For 4 days I've been asking him to tidy his room, he made a couple of half-hearted attempts but we both knew it wasn't happening. He gets distracted y'see. He's such a gangsta - gets playing with wee plastic soldiers and making wooden bricks into roads and shoe-boxes into barracks. Tidying just ain't gonna happen.

Well, this morning his room was spotless and he was outta the door by 9.30

Thursday - it's Starbux Day. My pal showed up at 11am. She dressed my arm as the graze was still weepy (she's medically trained and I'm guff)

It's actually sunny here today! Woohoo!

Had a Full Monty english brekkie in Tatties ... yum.

Bought Maroon 5's new one. Spent a small fortune in the chemists. Felt sick with the noise pollution that was 'buskers' in the town centre. Too many in too small an area ... and using amps. I like real buskers.

*ached*

still feeling like someone beat me with a baseball bat

Went to Starbux. Chai latte *drool* and a butterfly cake. Not with real butterflies

Thank you caretaker lady in the public toilets - who knew I was queueing and no-one else was, and called to me, pointing at an empty one *hug* I musta looked so simple standing there ... like a polite doofus I felt like hugging her. It's the little things.

So so so tired now. My body is desperate to lie down and sleep but I'm a rebel against my own mortality I WILL NOT GIVE IN!!!

*thud*

This is hysterical

click it, you need a laugh ...

Thanks to you bloggy friends for the giggle and nice things down there

*points to blog below*

Went out to collect the wheelie bin last night. It got emptied a day late cossa the bank holiday - suddenly remembered at 11.30.

Walked out back door, lifted bag of rubbish to take with me ... *wondering if bin would still be there or nicked*

*ouch*

Next thing I know - I'm on the ground with popcorn and 'things' round me and I can't take my hand off my other elbow cos it feels wet and I'm scared of pain. Gotta real shock with that one. Felt very weepy but blocked it.

Small person had moved a huge bucket thing (full of soil and sleeping Hostas) from the front of shed door, left it on the darkest bit of the path. I found it.

My whole body aches from pulled muscles, bruises and scuffs.

It doesn't sound like much but it's tilted my mood a little.

* No flowers please *

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Why do they all have to come round my house? eh?

Sunday afternoon - boy home "can I phone X to come round?"

"yeah sure"

Sunday evening - "can he sleep over?"

"yeah sure"

Monday night - "can he sleep over again"

"tidy yer room and I'll think about it" (yes)

Tuesday morning - X goes home

Tuesday afternoon - "can Z come round?"

ok

Tuesday teatime - "can Z sleep over?"

*sigh* ok

It sounds like I'm a mug, but I'm planning for the future. Remember how it feels when yer kid's always at a friend's house?

I'm hoping to have at least some of the week doing all sorts of wildly enjoyable things that you can't do around children tidying up the bombsite that is my house now that half-term is here.

Yeah right.

You know me better than that.

Wear my PJs all day guilt-free more like

and hump the sofa to my heart's delight

Bluddy hormones

* I have a sticky-out mole on my neck and when in primary school my best friend asked if I had a piece of dinner on my neck

* My aunt's father-in-law was a chief in Enuga, Nigeria

* I've never met my father-in-law.

* I've been to 3 Zappa gigs and they were f'kin excellent (they did loads of Beatles covers and Ravel's Bolero)

* I don't believe all the accusations in my head anymore

* I'm addicted to Destructo-Match 2 and spider solitaire

* It's been nearly 2 years

Avrilo asked me to do them. It took quite a while!

Ooh I like this

I wish I could fly

It was that time, during the Sunday morning service, for the children's sermon. All the children were invited to come forward. One little girl was wearing a particularly pretty dress and, as she sat down, the pastor leaned over and said, "That is a very pretty dress. Is it your Easter Dress?".

The little girl replied, directly into the pastor's clip-on microphone, "Yes, and my Mom says it's a bitch to iron.".

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When I was six months pregnant with my third child, my three year old came into the room when I was just getting ready to get into the shower. She said, "Mommy, you are getting fat!".

I replied, "Yes, honey, remember Mommy has a baby growing in her tummy".

"I know", she replied, "but what's growing in your butt?"

bored to death ... well, not literally ... that'd be some way to go, huh?

It's the lad's turn for PC now see ya later xxx

here

To my '*Achilles heel'

(*who is in my 'real life')

There's a word I've just used ... gormless

I love that word

Is there a word ... gorm?

My firefox spell-checker thinks not

But you won't see the wiggly red line when I post this - unless I do this *snap*

Oh FFS I have too much time on my hands

My brain's still all over the place

optimism ................................ pessimism

one extreme to the other

probably hormones, eh?

Do any of you get pain during ovulation?

I looked on the net and apparently 1 in 5 women get chronic pain when they ovulate. I discovered someone else saying they feel sick with it, so I feel a bit less alone now.

I feel bluddy awful right now but I know it'll pass.

They say it can be because of PID or endometriosis. I've had it for years and it's getting worse

Think I'll book an appointment to get it checked. So phucked off with it.

Sorry. Don't usually post about this kinda stuff. Just so achey right now.

“Each person tagged gives 7 random facts about themselves. Those tagged need to write in their blogs the 7 facts, as well as the rules of the game. You need to tag seven others and list their names on your blog. You have to leave those you plan on tagging a note in their comments so they know that they have been tagged and to read your blog.”

My 7 things:

* I love stripey things

* My bro used to say I was the kiss of death, cos several of our friends who died in Scotland were old snogs of mine!

* I was a coil baby

* The longest I've quit smoking for was 6 weeks, but I'm gonna quit properly soon

* I have a grudge against Radio Devon as they don't give their staff time off *cough*

* I feel a bit sick right now cos I ate too many dark choc ginger biscuits it's not that, it's frickin ovulation - GAH!

* I like cute imaginative gifts (i.e. I was looking for an album this week and my lovely friend created 4 email accounts and signed up for 2 downloads per email, to get me the album) *swoon* mega sweet

I tag...

Purple Dragon, Flicky, Louisa, ParsleySage, Helly (already tagged), idontknowwhy, CJ and rowtheboat feck bloglikesit

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free. In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored. You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring. You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please. Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with. Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment. You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage. In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.

Being human

What if I break it?
What if I'm not enough?
What if you get bored?
What if I'm too much?
What if I let you down?
What if I've missed something?
What if they don't know how much you mean to me?
What if you get tired of my brain?
What if they don't know what I mean to you?
What if I get scared and be a tensed-up ball of stress because I misunderstand you?
What if I put everything I am into it?
What if you are the centre of my universe?
What if my heart feels physically full up every time I hear your voice/see your face/touch your hand?
What if there's a disaster tomorrow and I can't get to you in time?
What if none of this matters cos you wipe it all out with a word?

You Are a Good Friend Because You're Loyal

You stick with your friends no matter what, even if you feel like they're doing the wrong thing. You believe in letting people figure out their own path in life. It's not your place to interfere. And part of your loyalty means that you'll do a lot for your friends. You definitely go the extra mile. You'll even do great things for friends without them asking. After all, that's what friendship is all about. You are truly a friend for life. And you have friends you've known since you were a kid. Your friends can count on you to do a favor, remember a birthday, or just be there to listen. Your friends need you most when: They can't turn to anyone else You really can't be friends with: Fickle people who change friends quickly Your friendship quote: "Friendship doubles your joys, and divides your sorrows."

... but I'm posting it anyway

Them - "What do you think about God ..."

Me - "I'll stop ya right there, I'm a christian" (ok, not a great one but still ...)

Them - "Have you always been a christian?"

Me - *puzzled look* "That's not possible, is it really?"

Them - *flustered* "What do you think the future is going to be like ...?"

Me - "Well in the very near future I shall be (hopefully) eating toast and drinking a nice cup of Earl Grey for my brekkie" *big grin*

Them - "Oh, sorry for disturbing you blahdeeblahblah"

*result!!!*

*munchmunch*

Nicked from Ladee B

You Belong in London

A little old fashioned, and a little modern. A little traditional, and a little bit punk rock. A unique soul like you needs a city that offers everything. No wonder you and London will get along so well.

Got my hair cut last week, as you know.

I discovered today that as I have a fringe again ... of a mornin' it looks something like this ...

or maybe this ...

Still, it gives me summat to smile about

no, I don't use that to 'gel' it up!

See the comments 2 posts down, from Walrus.

But

Andy genius sexy gorgeousness Spencer did it

Has anyone else had problems with firefox today?

I got an update for the TabMix Plus and the Tab Catalogue this morning and ever since then I can't close some tabs, I'm having to close all 3 at once rather than any of them one at a time.

I know I'll get it fixed later on when A gets back, just wondering if anyone else is having this problem, mibbe a glitch with the update or just something needing tweaked? (behave)

Yeah I'm crap at waiting

found here via google

... and I'll post it tomorrow

The other week my green wheelie bin went missing after I put it out for collection. It's the one for putting cooked and raw food, cardboard, garden waste and the yellow pages in. I phoned the police and they gave me an incident number. I phoned the council and they lined me up for a new one once the delivery arrived.

My buddy came to collect me last Thursday to go to our usual coffee haunt, Starbucks, and there it was - outside my front door. Not a new one ... my old one, with the number painted on the side.

I looked inside and there was only a little bit of rubbish at the bottom. Noticeably, a plastic bag.

"I'll pull that out later"

When I got back from town I went out to sort the bin, took the bag out of it and looked inside.

What do you suppose I found? Hmm?

Poo ... not only poo ... human poo ... which I had to put in my black wheelie bin and if the frickin dustbin guys see that they'll think I'm a clatty git

Who the hell does things like that??

Seriously ... any ideas?

... it's driving me mad

I bluddy love food, me

Demolishing a packet of milk choccy hobnobs as we ... er ... look at this screen. My taste buds can pick out the salt in the biscuits. I never add salt to anything apart from basmatti rice, but I can pick it out as an ingredient when eating sweet things ... oh FFS I'm boring myself here. Put the full stop here .

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Oh, while I remember ... big thank you to Madders for introducing me to Death Cab for Cutie ... and for his pal for introducing him ... I love them too.

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Good. So that's food and DCFC nice

*thinks* mibbe I've had too much sugar?

When I was younger and got upset, my mum used to say "Here ... eat this, you can't cry and eat at the same time"

Ooooooo it worked! Mibbe it was the daftness of it that worked cos it made me grin

Upset - eat
Bored - eat
Happy - eat

I still do it, it's automatic. It wraps round me like a big woolly blanket. Makes me feel grounded.

A dear friend spoke of how she hates mirrors. That's the bit that gets me too. I'd to get my hair cut the other day (hadn't been done since November) and hairdressers are always dead well turned-out, aren't they?

So there's me staring at my face in the big brightly-lit mirror, feeling hatred ... yes actual hatred ... for myself with this slim together-looking younger person and I can see every feckin blemish, line and 'extra' bit that seems to have attached itself to the shape of my coupon ... *gutted*.

Don't get me wrong, I don't actually have body dysmorphia (watched a prog the night before - poor souls) like I thought I did, but I can walk down the street and ignore the critical voices in my head for the most part. I can function normally for the most part. Being forced to stare at yourself for an hour is too much for me. I closed my eyes.

Right. Bored. Can't be arsed finishing this.

Have a video ...

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here

Brain Spillage

by subville @ Thursday, 12. Apr, 2007 - 21:55:44

OK.

My pal drove me from there to there *pointing and nodding*

We drove past lots of oddly-named towns

Puddletown
Troy Town
Piddleton

Got there in time for the train pulling in

"I need a wee"

Spotted Andy as soon as we got over the bridge

*insta-grin*

Attached myself to him via hand for the rest of the day apart from the ladies loo, obviously

I did not bounce onto the bus I glided gracefully.

Andy is a total gentleman. I had the happiest day I've had for a very long time. I adore him. He didn't fall in love with me

*blog women continue their dreams again*

We didn't really look at shops even though they hadda Woolies BOL

mmm pick n mix

We wandered down to a sloping field over-looking Yeovil town. We sat on the ridge ... I nearly fell off. I discovered I really am a bit of a townie

Leered at his

Zen

Gazed at his

eyes

and

dimples

Didn't want to go 'home'

He makes me laugh, and grin - so much. I could hear him talking all day, not just his voice, his point of view. His brain is waaaaay older than 27 (yes, I do feel old)

Feel very fuckin shy all of a sudden so I'm stopping here

I might hide now

Can't believe I'm doing this ...

by subville @ Tuesday, 06. Feb, 2007 - 15:12:43

Stolen from this lovely woman

My Virtual Crush is ...

* Single

* Passionate

* Adored by many

* Very caring

* Hilarious

P.S. I think you know, but if you guess I'm saying nothing, not a thing

and if ya get too lippy I'm switching comments off zippy

ah crap ... hope I don't regret this ...

*closing eyes and pressing 'save'*