Friday, 29 January 2010
You might have noticed the little 'Bloggers Unite for Haiti' badge on the right there. I just thought I'd bring your attention to a social networking group that I found that seems to try and do some good, rather than your average Facebook, Myspace, Bebo etc, it's called BloggersUnite. As the creators say on the site, it's an attempt to harness the power of the Blogosphere in order to spread awareness of certain issues around the globe. On a specific day of the year, bloggers get together and post about an issue, raising awareness, and possibly money, for good causes.
As I've grown up I've turned from a completely selfish little bitch-child into something approaching what I'd like to eventually end up as. No where near there yet, they say you spend your whole life growing up, I've got a way to go! But I've found myself with this desire to try and do some good. Some would use the cliché 'Make a Difference', others would call it 'Pissing in the Ocean', and therein lies the difference between those two types of people.
A little example, my sister Nicki decided she'd raise some money at work for the Haiti Earthquake Appeal. There were some people there loathe to actually just donate money, I guess January is a tough time of year, who knows what the reasons were, but Nicki persisted, using guerilla tactics known as the 'raffle' and the 'bake sale'.
She encouraged everyone to bring in unwanted christmas gifts and to bake something at home to bring in and sell. Between donations, raffle and bake sale, they managed to raise £266, which increased to £344 when Gift Aid was added. That's between 17 people...a few of which didn't seem to want to donate at all.
I know some people who would pooh pooh that, what's the point after all? What difference will it make? It makes all the difference, she had the determination to get of her backside and do something about what she saw happening on the other side of the world. In the grand scheme of things it's a drop in the ocean, but what is the ocean but a shitload of drops?
Actually, something I don't say often enough is how great my little sister is, she has a whole lot of love and she's not afraid to use it either. Proud of you Nicki :o)
Blogging for Haiti is still occuring over on BloggersUnite, so if you haven't already then sign up and blog away.
If you wanted to join another one I've set up my own event, 10:10 - Cut Carbon Emissions - Everyone's at it. Hundreds of individuals, companies and organisations have signed up to a mammoth task...trying to reduce Britains carbon emissions by 10% in the year 2010. It sounds impossible, but lets see what we can do if we all work together. Join in :o)
Check out the website HERE, and check out my blog on 15th March x
Thursday, 28 January 2010
So....I’ve managed to drag my diseased arse into work today. I did a google search and found that viral laryngitis isn’t infectious, so…although I resemble a toddler with chicken pox and sound like a horny toad….if I feel well enough I can go into work without the fear of infecting everybody.
Whilst sitting mournfully at my computer, lamenting the fact that I wasn’t having tea made for me every few minutes, an email popped up from the Wiluf, entitled ‘coffee break’.
This could only be good news, coffee break alone is good news.
‘Coconut cupcakes with messy icing anybody?’
Ah, my day just got sunnier…unlike the weather outside that window over yonder. Unfortunately, he sent this email about an hour prior to coffee break, so I was left pining, Wilf is sadistic in this manner. These cupcakes qualify Wilfy for the Sugardoll (so masculine) award I gave him a month or so ago, well done Wilf, he doesn’t normally dabble in sweet baking.
Now, I’m not sure I’ve ever mentioned Gregs violent ire towards home-baked goods. We first noticed it in relation to Bruces muffins.
Every now and again Bruce bakes some muffins at the weekend and brings what remains into work on a Monday (or Tuesday if he’s being particularly forgetful). They’re usually blueberry, although we’ve been treated to double chocolate chip muffins and pecan muffins in the past.
As soon as Greg spies the Tupperware box or telltale foil, the eyes start to roll, the upper lip curls and he begins making curious grunting sounds, it reminds me rather of an amorous elephant seal…..especially when he starts thrashing from side to side in his apopleptic rage.
Poor old Bruce on his lonesome, unaccompanied by Tupperware or tinfoil does not normally illicit such a response, it could only be the muffins. Was it muffins specifically? Muffin-oriented rage? We soon found out when Bruce branched out one weekend and brought in a gorgeous carrot cake he’d made.
Same response, and the same response again when Wilfred brought something or another in. It seems it’s not limited to sweet goods either, savoury is just as bad in Greg’s book, if it’s homemade, it’s vile.
One day we decided to ask him what he has against homemade goods, why the fight or flight response? The answer he gave was oh so telling.
‘I don’t know what you filthy bastards have put in them, you could have put anything in there!! Did you wash your hands? I bet you put pubes in it!! I bet you put your bell-end in it!’
(That last remark was directed at Wilf…I’m not hiding anything from you dear readers)
Anyone who knows even a modicum of psychology will recognise this for what it is. I don’t know the official term for it, but basically, he knows exactly what he’d do if be made something for us, and he’s accusing us of returning the favour.
The result being that we’re bringing in more and more homemade stuff purely to annoy him, and that we will NEVER EVER eat anything that Greg has made…..ever, especially if it was made in THAT saucepan……..you know what I’m talking about Greg.
I’m not sure I understand the reasoning. He’s perfectly happy to chow down on all kinds of store bought goods, the making of which has been supervised by countless strangers…many of which are probably disenchanted with their jobs at the Heinz/Kipling/Birdseye factory and expressing it in….creative(?) ways. Yet he won’t touch treats lovingly crafted by hand from scratch by people who…for some reason…like him.
I hope he’s not eating anything being produced by Cadbury at the moment…totally against his ethos.
There were quite a few…so I’m hoping for another helping this afternoon (I already had 2 this morning!!). I’ll be watching out for bell-end prints on my mug of tea though…..and people wonder why I drink my tea so scalding hot!
Tuesday, 26 January 2010
An atheist group in the US has set up a scheme called Eternal Earth-Bound Pets. For the meagre sum of $110, Christian pet owners can take out a policy to ensure that their pets will be adopted in the event that they (the owners) are raptured to heaven when Christ returns to earth. Extra pets cost $15 extra per animal.
Let me guess.......WTF??!! Allow me to explain.
Some Christian fundamentalists believe in the Rapture and in the Second Coming of Jesus Christ. The order of these happenings is contended somewhat, but here follows the basic sequence of events that are expected within the next few years, referred to as the 'end times'.
- Christ will return to earth to the fanfare of heavenly trumpets and angelic chorus
- True followers of Christianity will be 'raptured' to heaven and the Lord in order that they are protected from the proceeding events.
- Tribulation will follow, God will pass judgement over all the unbelievers left on earth
- Tribulation will culminate in the Battle Of Armageddon. Jesus Christ will return physically, leading heavenly armies which will then join all nations in attacking Israel.
- Jesus and the Saints will then rule over the earth for 1000 years.
There's more, but I'll spare you.
You can see the niche that EEBP has exploited. I would assume that most fundamentalist Christians are firm in the belief that animals have no souls, and therefore their cherished pets will not be raptured with them to heaven, what will happen to them when they're gone?
Animal loving atheists are stepping in to help out. EEBP can assure its clientele that its operatives will be left behind on earth, they have all provided statements and documentation to the effect that they do not believe in a divine being and have blasphemed, thereby ensuring they will be denied entrance to heaven. Sorted!
I some states EEBP will even take in horses, camels, llamas and donkeys.
Well done these business-minded atheists....I wonder if anyone has set up the British branch yet?
Of course, some people will go to any lengths to try and fool Jesus
He'll never know........
A couple of weeks ago I was struck down (so dramatic) with a nasty throat infection. Today I was back at the doctors with a new complaint, I've had coldy/flu symptoms for the last few days and now I've completely lost my voice and have a nasty rash to boot.
Yes, I've done the tumbler test, no blood poisoning...phew!
Sitting in bed this morning, contemplating how I would go about organising the docs, it struck me that I was in a bit of a pickle.
I couldn't call them myself as I can't speak, and my phone is out of charge, so I couldn't text my sister to get her to call the Doc's for me. Eventually I had a brainwave and remembered that I can send webtexts from the T-mobile website, but up until then it was going to be a case of just rocking up at mum and dads house and writing notes at them to call the docs for me.
Which brings me onto the doctors.
I prepared before I left and presented the doctor with a note reading:
'I had a throat infection 2 weeks ago, doc gave me penicillin, 2 tabs a day 4 x a day for 10 days, it cleared up.
Cold/Flu Symptoms since Thursday.
Now I haz lost my voice completely and weird rash on my arms, chest and legs.
Am I going to live? I'm too young to die'
Doc had a sense of humour which is good, I think many of them have it beaten out of them pretty early on, examining old womens bunions all day etc.
She asked to see the rash on my legs, and in my sexy/infectious husky tones I warned her that I hadn't shaved in months and apologised in advance. I'm SINGLE man! I'll stay single if I don't start shaving more often too!! :D
Viral laryngitis FTW, the rash is associated with the virus...nom nom nom. I've never felt sexier..all virussed up!
Complete voice rest, the family love it. Especially when I forget and try to say something every now and again, it sounds like someone's trying to start up a rusty old chainsaw in the corner of the room.
So, today it's mostly Civ and Pirates of the Caribbean Marathon....*sigh*, tis a tough life to be sure.
Sunday, 24 January 2010
As I've been sitting at home all weekend on my deathbed (yes...I know most people lie on their deathbeds, but I'm hardcore) I've been using the time to (belatedly) start going through some plans for my trip. One blog I keep finding myself referring back to again and again is 'Madness and Beauty', an absolutely fantastic travelblog by Violet Dear, a Vancouverite who has really only just come back from epic travels around Asia and the Pacific.
One of the things I've been humming and hawwing about is whether to travel from Laos to Hanoi by bus or by plane. A plane journey will cost between £110 and £170 which is a LOT of money in backpackers speak, that's £140 I could be spending on Lao Beer or Kampot crab. So I went back to a post I remembered seeing on Violets blog about the 'Hell Bus' she took from Pakse in Laos to Hue in Vietnam.
Her choice of name for the bus ride says it all really. If you have time then please read the post, it's long, but it's so worth it. At the very least scroll through to the picture of the little goat tethered precariously to the top of the bus...I can't wait to visit this country. If you don't have time to read the whole thing, it basically involves:
- A Violet Dear with PMT
- The booking of a relatively comfortable VIP bus which then turns out to be a local tin-can bus loaded to the rafters with bags of rice, clay pots and Red Bull, plus goat.
- A 15 hour journey next to a lady with a bag of rotten snakes
- The popping of unprescribed valium in order to deal with the shambles...useful to know you can get your hands on that!
- Eventual dropping off in a random location in Vietnam....SOMEWHERE close to Hue...apparently.
It's awful, but I grinned all the way through the post, particularly at Violets description of her rant down the phone at the agent who sold them the tickets for the VIP tin can. I'm just glad that I can learn from experiences like these from the warmth and comfort of my own sofa. After a couple of exchanges back and forth...I think I'll take the plane, her memories of the journey haven't mellowed with time and taken on a comedic rose-tinted hue...nope.
'TAKE A PLANE!' are her precise words...who am I to argue!!??
Seriously, check out this blog, first and foremost she is an incredible writer and photographer, and she's bloody funny.
Secondly, it's a fantastic source of information for anyone planning to travel SE Asia, India, Oz, Fiji etc. Her posts are great and she also has lot's of links to genuinely useful travel sites.
I think my head is about to pop off so I'm off to consult google on where I should drill a hole in my skull to relieve the pressure.
Saturday, 23 January 2010
What was going to be a hard weekends partying has turned into something of a sofa/food fest. I don't want to think about the sheer quantity of bread I've consumed today.
Last night I was almost convinced that the throat infection had made a comeback. I'd felt dodgy at work, but was going out with Oggers to a play that her mate was in, so I figured, couple of pints of medicinal Guinness (don't laugh) won't do any harm.
By the end of the evening my throat was on fire and all I wanted to do was sleep, this was 10pm.
By the by, the theatre was very good. I didn't know what to think given that it was fringe theatre, and youth fringe theatre at that. The actors were all much better than I expected, although I'm not sure what I expected, and Rachel was excellent in her roles, especially Esme the goth.
Anywhoo, I wrapped myself up last night, took 3 paracetamol (gasp) and dove into bed. When I woke up this morning I was incredibly grateful to find that my glands hadn't swollen up to give me something of the grumpy hamster look. Still, I'm playing it smart and not leaving the house unless I have to hunt (shop) for food.
Despite my self-imposed house arrest, I don't feel like a slovenly moo who's done nothing but eat all day. I had to finish cleaning my room for a viewing earlier today. I took some pics that I have to work into a post of some sort for you, it'll be the only time anyone ever sees it that tidy!! I have to show the world the proof! I've also done a little mindmap of SE Asia finances for my trip.
AND!!! I've finally completed Day 4 of the Barcelona Diaries over on Fly Away With Me. What a treat!
I know this post hasn't been much of a treat, but forgive me, I'm ill and brain haz a not working properly.
Thursday, 21 January 2010
I find myself simultaneously attracted and repulsed by these images, like my psyche is saying 'I LIKE them!! But I shouldn't'. They're like a challenge, can you appreciate something for the artistic content regardless of the fact that the literal content is something you'd likely not approve of in reality? Violence, violent sex...even murder?
This next set of images really caused an uproar in some quarters:
I don't believe that French Vogue ever apologised or explained why they decided to have Lara 'blacked up' rather than using a black model, but there must be some reasoning behind it. Some people seem to think that Vogue were trying to fool readers into thinking she was actually black, but given their reputation for intentionally provoking controversy and outrage, I very much doubt it.
My personal opinion is that images like these are designed to do the very thing they achieve, open up arguments and get people talking about these sensitive issues. There are doubtless other artistic messages behind them, but I believe that one of the points of art is that everyone interprets it in their own individual way.
I almost left the next one out because it made me quite uneasy...then I realised that's what I'm talking about, so how stupid would that have been?
It just goes to show that everyone reads what they like into things. I think this looks like a woman who has just been attacked and left for dead, I don't like it very much I must say. Yet, when I search the web for information about it, nothing except excitement/upset that Lara has replaced Madonna as the face of Louis Vuitton. Ho Hum.
This next one is my absolute favourite:
French Vogue again, Lara did a shoot dressed as a rather overtly sexy nun. I can imagine which subsection of society was outraged at this one, especially given that an estimated 83-90% of the French population are Catholic. The item was entitled 'La Tentation du Diamant', The Temptation of Diamonds, and is depicting the struggle of a nun trying to choose between a life of spirituality and the temptation of wealth and the flesh.
This is what art/fashion/fashion/art should be about. Making us challenge ourselves and our views of the world, stirring up controversy and making people talk about things, putting issues out there.
I think I actually quite like Lara Stone, and might even try and pick up a French Vogue every now and again.
I bet David spends hours leafing through her portfolio.
Tuesday, 19 January 2010
Finally the news I've been waiting for...I passed my project management Practitioners Exam.
The news didn't come in quite the way I expected, I've been waiting for a (fat/thin/brown/white/large/small?) ominous looking envelope to fall through the letterbox, or to be staring across the room at me in a malevolent manner as I walked through the front door of an evening.
It came today, unexpected, without the fanfare of one hundred trumpets, not even a toot from a battered old pennywhistle, in the form of an email.
I didn't even have the chance to sit and procrastinate over whether or not to open it, pick my nose in wild anticipation (oh yes...I'm wild), the little '(P)' in the subject title told me all I needed to know.
....I'd like to note that this is assumption, I don't really know what '(P)' means, what I DO know is that, given my immediate conclusion, I'd have been REALLY pissed off if I'd opened the email to find I'd failed!....
That's all by the by, apparently Firebrand were delighted to inform me that I had passed my Prince 2 Practitioners exam, well done me and good luck in all my future projects. I'd stopped reading by this point, as the feeling of relief swept over me. Thank heavens I wouldn't have to go through that again!
Not too much later in the day, I noted that someone from Maginus Solutions had been checking out my blog, this name a-rang a bell and I realised it was the lovely Julian from my course. Obviously everyone had been sent the email at the same time, and so I set about contacting him, to which he responded that he'd gotten so worried about whether he'd passed that he'd been scouring my blog for news of whether I'd recieved my results or not.
It's a relief to know I wasn't the only one starting to get slightly tetchy.
It's also a relief to know that I wasn't a big fat fraud standing up in front of the Team Leaders to give a presentation on Prince2 methodology.
I Haz a Kredibility
I'll be back soon with something more amusing when I get a life and do something fun :D
Sunday, 17 January 2010
125 g caster sugar
275 g flour, plain
50 g dried semolina, or ground rice
50 g icing sugar
Preheat the oven to Gas Mark 4/180°C/fan oven 160°C/350°F.
Mix the icing sugar with a little water to make a smooth glace icing, then use this to decorate the biscuits.
So here you have them....my plague of 6. It's the first baking I've done in years, and I quite enjoyed it.
Saturday, 16 January 2010
100,000 - 200,000
They're striking statistics, but they don't tell you anything about the shock and fear as the earthquake struck Port au Prince on Tuesday 12th January. They don't describe the ongoing situation with more bodies being turned up every day, people sleeping on the streets or in tents. People too afraid to leave incase their loved ones turn up.
Weeks until the wet season begins
Amongst the rest, this might seem like an unimportant fact. As soon as the wet season begins, the diseases endemic to the area, which have already been exacerbated by this disaster, have the capacity to spread out of control. Survivors, particularly the children, will have to run the gauntlet of malaria, hepatitis A and E, pneumonia, typhoid fever, japanese encephalitis..the list goes on. Bodies are being piled into mass graves or onto bonfires partly to try and cushion the almost unavoidable impact these diseases will have, particularly towards the epicentre which is proving hard to reach.
Aid pledged so far
UN Troops and police
Tonnes of relief supplies
Lorry loads of bottled water from the Dominican Republic
UN food distribution points
International rescue teams
But these numbers don't reflect the logistical nightmare that the aid effort is facing in Haiti. Haiti is the 4th poorest nation in the world, and as such, 80% or the population of Port-au-Prince lives in poorly constructed shanty towns. Even in the city, none of the buildings were constructed to withstand an earthquake...as is illustrated by the destruction of the Presidential palace, and the UN Headquarters.
Roads are blocked, the port is badly damaged, and the airport is struggling to cope with the influx of international traffic, some aircraft filled with aid staff and supplies have already been turned away.
Getting aid to the country is a relatively easy job, but distributing it to the people who actually need it, despite every effort being made, is happening more slowly than we would like.
Prisoners unaccounted for
US troops earmarked for saving lives that might have to be seconded for security
As if death, injury, disease and malnutrition weren't enough, the survivors of the disaster are now suffering at the hands of armed gangs who are trying to loot those houses that remain standing, stealing money and property.
So those are just some of the numbers, that's the situation somewhat condensed down into little digestible factoids, but all you have to do is read the papers, surf the internet or watch the television to realise that this doesn't go even part way towards describing what those people are going through, and what their families here and across the world must be feeling.
One final number:
Text 'GIVE' to this number to donate £5 to the Haiti Earthquake appeal.
£5 plus normal SMS charge will be added to your bill
Thanks, and my heart goes out to everyone affected and involved.
Information care of BBC News
British Red Cross
Medecins Sans Frontieres
Friday, 15 January 2010
Peanut butter and Nutella.
I can understand both, I think peanut butter has that irresistable aroma, and also, it might be stinky enough to cover up the unmistakable scent of HUMAN on the trap.
And Nutella, well, if Grant fills the trap with Nutella I think I'll have a hard time keeping away from it, let alone Mr Mouse. If Grant gets Nutella it gives me an excuse to sit with a spoon and consume the rest of the jar..
'Yes Grant, I've had a REALLY bad day today, I need this nutella, I need it'
'I'm on my period!! You'd BETTER leave me alone!!.......right........now......'
Even better :)
I told Grant I'd pick up some neenut butter on the way home, but when I got to the Co-Op they only had Sunpat and it cost like £2.80-something for a jar.
I'm buggered if I'm spending more than £2 on a jar of peanut butter for a mouse that we haven't seen in over a week!
Besides, I don't know if he prefers crunchy or smooth.
Thursday, 14 January 2010
Argh, I think I've gone a little bit mental over the past few days, it all started with that 'orrible presentation and it's gone downhill from there, it hasn't stopped!
Plus I've been carrying that silly Prince2 textbook everywhere with me incase someone tries to 'consult' me......oh to be qualified AND experienced!
It would be REALLY lovely to know if I am in fact qualified. Twice this week I've walked in and spied an ominous-looking envelope on the table, but nay. One yesterday appeared to be from my ISA provider, telling me that someone was taking over the company and that as a shareholder I have the right to my say, and to attend the meeting. The meeting that's taking place in about 4 days time, at 12:10pm.
If they REALLY wanted you to attend this meeting, they'd make it 3pm on a Saturday. I think for fun....ALL the shareholders should turn up....no doubt to a meeting room that can hold roughly 11.5 people.
Here's looking forward to Friday and a chilled weekend!
Wednesday, 13 January 2010
The Chagossians are committed to the conservation of the Chagos environment but, if a limited resettlement has any hope of succeeding, then the complete no-take fishing ban (which protectchagos.org calls for) would be disastrous to their cause.
Leading conservationists like Dr David Bellamy have made it clear that environmental protection *can* go hand-in-hand with the Chagossians' right of resettlement. All that's required is the political will. So it's really, REALLY important that their cause is not forgotten - by politicians or the general public.
I'm not saying that the plan to protect Chagos is a bad thing; just that it should not come at the cost of harming the Chagossians.
If you wish to respond to the FCO's consultation, you can do so via the details posted on the UK Chagos Support Association blog. I'd really encourage you to remember the Chagossians when you do so.
Tuesday, 12 January 2010
Monday, 11 January 2010
Well done me and my vast, all encompassing intellect.
But enough about me! What I am in fact referring to, is the blog title of a brand new blogger, Donna Jamie Pang. I know Jamie from school and when I read in her status she had started blogging I was straight in there having a nose around.
Starting up a new blog and staring into that spacious vacuum is all a little bit daunting and I think encouragement is required! Though she doesn't seem to need any.
Judging by the first post this blog is going to be a very well written barrell of laughs, please visit ladies and gents, and enjoy :)
I got there a few minutes early so that Bruce and I could set up the computer and make sure everything was going to work ok, sure enough it worked fine....DAMN!!
Then people started to arrive, one, two, three......fifteen...sixteen?
I was introduced and got up to start my speil, I was a bit shakey and nervous, but then the nerves REALLY hit about 30 seconds in.
There was a little bit of stuttering and 'Ummmmmmm'ing as I stared at the ceiling watching an internal movie that showed me breaking and bolting for the door. I could feel myself shaking, it was horrible.
But then I forced myself to settle down and concentrate, and once I was in my flow it seemed to go ok.
I'm not sure that I got across all the points that Laura really wanted me to get across in quite the way I was supposed to, but for my first attempt at an actual presentation of anything since my dissertation in 2005 I think I did ok.
I've already been asked to check over the plans for an upcoming project etc etc...I think I'd better get cramming that Prince2 textbook again. It'll be good to get my teeth into something though, this is definitely knowledge that needs to be used, or you'll lose it quicksmart!
*Massive sigh of relief*
Now....onto all those millions of other jobs that have been piling up that I haven't been able to think about!
Sunday, 10 January 2010
Good old trusty mindmap, when I find myself floundering, it'll be there for me.
Wish me luck ladies and gents, I may need it!
Updates to come :)
Saturday, 9 January 2010
I wonder if Ms Humble is regretting this yet? Haw haw.
Ok, so, before I pass this award onto more excellent bloggers, I have to share ten things about myself, for your information and amusement:
1) Despite being one of the most gabby so-and-so's you ever would meet, I have an intense fear of public speaking. In fact, at this very moment I should be perfecting a presentation I have to give on Monday morning......ho hum
2) I once got a guinea pig stuck in a slinky, head sticking out one end, bum out of the other. My dad had to cut it off with wire cutters.
3) In 2005 I spent a month on a Vervet Monkey Sanctuary in South Africa, I was mummy to 11 baby orphans.
4) On 4th April this year I shall be jetting off to Bangkok to start a 3 month adventure around South East Asia, finishing up with a week in Sydney, Oz.
5) I'm a volunteererererer. I volunteered at London Zoo for 4 years and I'm still a member of St John Ambulance. I suspect it's an underlying uniform fetish.
6) I feel a strong sense of responsibility to start cooking more now that I've recieved this little award. I shall bake some locust cookies sometime over the next few weeks and post the disasterous results, purely for your entertainment. (They'll look like locusts, I hope....if they end up tasting like locusts I'll accept no direct responsibility).
7) My bessie mate is a stand-up comedian on the open-mike circuit. This means I get to go and watch a lot of comedy, whilst drinking a lot of lager. This plays havoc with my intention of losing weight before I go travelling....especially when we call Dominos upon arriving back home...
8) I work at a university and every morning I have a cup of Earl Grey from the student Café across the way from my office. I get VERY twitchy if I don't get my Earl Grey.
9) Once upon a time, for a little while, I was an Ann Summers party lady. Those of you who don't know what that is.....don't judge me when you google it. Ladies only, ladies only!
10) I've lived in 4 different places over the past 3ish years, every time I move I tell myself I'll chuck out a load of stuff for the next round.....I never do. I think my dad is ready to throw all my university textbooks out of the window, he has the pleasure of helping me every time I move.
Now to pass on the award. Everyone that I have chosen deserve the label 'fabulous' for one reason or another, and I know they can cook...hence.....
Seeing as this is a food (SUGAR!) related award, to keep the spirit of the Sugar Doll Blog Award alive, I challenge each of you to bake something yummy sometime over the next few weeks if/when you have time, and post the results :) If you don't have the time....just buy something from Marks and Spencers and eat it! We need to keep our strength up in this cold weather.
Violet Dear @ http://www.madnessandbeauty.com/
Maureen @ http://www.ratherbeblogging.com/
Michelle @ http://ohmishka.blogspot.com/
Oggers @ http://joblogden.blogspot.com/
Wendy @ http://wendysees.blogspot.com/
accidentally, Kle @ http://accidentallykle.blogspot.com/
Natalie @ http://www.chickenblog.com/
Erm......Jo and Wilf, I'll be wanting to try your creations...and don't think you'll get away not trying my locusts :D
Thursday, 7 January 2010
This is Vicky's cat Lillie, this is her angry face, she has two faces, angry and happy. Unfortunately, when she's happy she moves around too fast and I can't get a decent picture. So below is the closest I got to it:
She always looks like she's got a bit of a grump on, but you can see a definite difference right? That's the difference between 'I'm hungry' and 'Mmmm, full belleh'. When she's happy she chirrups at you when you call her name, it's exceptionally cute! Although you can't really tell in these pictures, she is a tiny little diminuitive kittie.
This next one here is Vicky's pride and joy, Mister Neelix.
I subconciously hear a click and open my tired little eyes, I notice my bedroom door is slightly ajar and raise my head.
The door swings open to reveal a terrifying beast.
Neelix is stood there on his hind legs with his front paws held aloft in a deadly looking ninja stance, CRAZED LOOK IN HIS EYES!
I lived to fight another day."
Wednesday, 6 January 2010
Let it never be said that I am original and unpredictable!
Yes, after a day of rolling my eyes at the gasps of 'snow!' on Facebook, and the endless parade of pictures scrolling across the BBC news website...I have posted my own snow pictures.
Let's face it, we love snow in Britain, only, we love a reason to complain even more. Even in the summer, when the sun finally comes out, we love it for all of 5 minutes before we're all complaining how warm it is. Let's get used to it people, with the way global warming is going, we'll either be baked or frozen to death.
Either that or languishing somewhere under 50 metres of water, with nary the time to evolve gills....darn.
So, back at work after the Christmas holiday. I don't think I've ever had a holiday that seemed to go so fast! Here are some little snapshot of Sprogs Season:
The Sproglet family tend to go a bit nutso with presents at Christmas, and this year we toned it down!! Here is the family beaming with excitement at all the lovely gifts they recieved....and some tat too.
Nicki will be exceptionally happy that I chose this little gem