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A meme

It’s been soooo long since I’ve done something this bloggy (as in community of bloggers type bloggy) I saw this on the LittleBead blog (which I found following through from her twitter page) who got it from Swirly and despite not knowing the lass (though I’m now following on twitter, gotta love the fellow beaders on the web when you find ’em) I’m going to do a meme.

So.. if you love me (and I know you do) why not take part as well, get back to the old blogger within you, the one who used to care about technorati ratings and link love *grin*

Things you’ve already done: bold
Things you want to do: italicize
Things you haven’t done and don’t want to – leave in plain font

1. started your own blog
2. slept under the stars
3. played in a band
4. visited Hawaii
5. watched a meteor shower
6. given more to charity than you could afford
7. been to disneyland/world
8. climbed a mountain
9. held a praying mantis
10. sang a solo
11.bungee jumped
12.visited paris
13. watched a lightning storm at sea
14. taught yourself an art from scratch
15. adopted a child
16. had food poisoning (who hasn’t???)
17.walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty
18. grown your own vegetables (nope, just eat the ones grown by my MIL *yum*)
19. seen the mona lisa in france
20. slept on an overnight train
21. had a pillow fight (and I WON!)
22. hitch hiked (From Manchester to Bristol and back with Aminatta way back when..)
23. taken a sick day when you’re not ill(again.. who hasn’t??)
24. built a snow fort
25. held a lamb – and bottle fed it (i’ll stick with my daughter thanks..)
26. gone skinny dipping
27. run a marathon ( *shudders* )
28. ridden a gondola in venice (definitely on my list – blow the cost!)
29. seen a total eclipse –
30. watched a sunrise or sunset –
31. hit a home run
32. been on a cruise
33. seen niagara falls in person
34. visited the birthplace of my ancestors
35. Seen an Amish community
36. taught yourself a new language (I don’t think just ‘hello/ goodbye’ ‘please’ and ‘thankyou’ count)
37. had enough money to be truly satisfied (it’ll never happen *sigh*)
38. seen the leaning tower of pisa in person
39. gone rock climbing
40. seen Michael Angelo’s David in real life
41. sung karaoke (Me?! Karoke LOL nooooo.. *grin*)
42. seen old faithful geyser erupt
43. bought a stranger a meal in a restaurant
44. visited Africa
45. walked on a beach by moonlight (more creepy than romantic I found)
46. been transported in an ambulance (sadly twice gotta love motorbikes eh?)
47. had your portrait painted (if I had the money this guy would be doing it)
48. gone deep sea fishing
49. seen the Sistine chapel in person (On our tour of the vatican – amazing place!)
50. been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris
51. gone scuba diving or snorkelling (if only I didn’t have menieres disease *sigh*)
52. kissed in the rain
53. played in the mud
54. gone to a drive-in theatre
55. been in a movie
56. visited the great wall of china
57. started a business
58. taken a martial arts class (Kendo, aido, jiujitsu and wing chun)
59. visited Russia
60. served at a soup kitchen
61. sold girl guide cookies
62. gone whale watching (A friend did and his pics were amazing, I was so jealous!)
63. gotten flowers for no reason (AND they were off Stef!)
64. donated blood (medically exempt)
65. gone sky-diving
66. visited a nazi concentration camp
67. bounced a cheque (never deliberately)
68. flown in a helicopter (I know.. but surely my footprint is small enough for ONE ride?)
69. saved a favorite childhood toy (sore subject, mother has never been forgiven)
70. visited the Lincoln Memorial
71. eaten caviar (foul stuff, wildly overrated)
72. pieced a quilt
73.stood in times square and watched the ball fall at New Year
74. toured the everglades
75. been fired from a job (nope, but taken great satisfaction from quitting!)
76. seen the changing of the guard in london
77. broken a bone
78. been on a speeding motorcycle (see the ambulance question above LOL)
79. seen the grand canyon in person
80. published a book
81. visited the vatican
82. bought a brand new car If I could only get a license..
83. walked in Jerusalem
84. had your picture in the newspaper (Many times in the Daventry express as a kid)
85. read the entire bible
86.visited the White House
87. killed and prepared an animal for eating (nope, but i did watch Stefs aunt do a chicken when we were in Italy..)
88. had chickenpox
89. saved someone’s life
90. sat on a jury
91. met someone famous (Every other day when I worked at Manchester Academy)
92. joined a bookclub
93. lost a loved one
94. had a baby
95. seen the Alamo in person
96. swum in the great salt lake.
97. been involved in a law suit (divorce counts, right?)
98. owned a cell phone (well, a mobile..)
99. been stung by a bee

What.. no 100? In that case I’ll add one I want to do

100. <em>Have one room set aside as a library in your house</em>

8 random things

I’ve been tagged

Yup, it seems people still know of my online existence *grin* well one person anyhow.. Since I love the loudmouthman to death I guess I have no choice but to fall in line – I’ll not pass it on though because I doubt there’s many of you who stop by here much anymore – it’s a tad dusty.

So, my task is to discuss 8 random things about myself.. Hmmm.. I think the trick here will be to find something about myself that I haven’t already discussed at length – what with me being so backwards at coming forwards and all LOL

Right.. I’ve had a think and to kick off:

  1. I can’t breathe through my mouth. If I have a cold I’m in real trouble because it is almost impossible for me to breathe, for some reason I can take a couple of shallow breaths through my mouth before I start choking but otherwise it’s as though my throat closes up and stops me taking in oxygen orally.
  2. I have a mole on my right cheek (the facial one before you start getting ideas!) it tends to sprout hair that grows remarkably swiftly and 2 of my brothers are forever giving me grief about it – I once attended a party where the elder decided it would be funny to write on the fridge about my ‘guest’ and how it really needed a shave. I was not amused. Unfortunately I’m too squeamish to pluck it so when I remember (or Stef nags at me) it gets trimmed, otherwise my ‘beauty spot’ gets to grow “..all creepy and Eeuuuuuwwwwww” as the younger brother shudderingly describes it – gotta love my family.
  3. When I was in Junior school I entered a song writing competition, I wrote the lyrics and someone else wrote the music. We either won or came second (my memory on that part is hazy) and were supposed to go on Pebble mill to collect our prizes. My mum wouldn’t let me go, so someone else went in my place – I got an Anglia building society (see how long ago that was? before it changed it’s name to nationwide..) account with £5 in it plus a big yellow pyramid shaped money box. I’d rather have been on telly :(
  4. At the age of 19 I was the face of ‘Salford Way’. A mate of mine had been commissioned to take photographs for some promotional material for a council scheme helping women get back into education in Salford. There were about 6 of us in the photos but my ugly mug got pride of place on all the posters as well as being featured in the ‘photo story’ on the leaflets – for that we all received the princely sum of £20 and a meal at a place called Courtneys – what made it more embarrassing was that people on my course in the Salford area all got the leaflets through the post, I got the mickey taken out of me for WEEKS!
  5. I don’t sleep. I’ve always had real trouble getting to sleep at night, when I do finally doze off I’m more likely to dream (well, have nightmares) than hit deep sleep, for a while I’d managed to start getting some refreshing sleep again, but since falling pregnant it’s back to the doze/dream/wake cycle – this makes for a very narky Vicky.
  6. I have UK size 3 feet. This may have been mentioned before but basically I wear kids shoes – no tax on my footwear! I have been warned that during pregnancy this may change and I’ll go up a size but so far so good..
  7. Speaking of feet, I LOVE having mine rubbed – the problem is, when receiving any kind of massage I make what Phoebe would refer to as ‘sex noises’ I can’t help it, cats purr when stroked, I moan. It’s instinctive and I don’t even realise I’m doing it which can be quite embarrassing on occasion..
  8. Since it’s taken me over an hour to get this far I guess I’ll have to succumb and write something about the bump.. I can’t picture myself with a daughter. A son I can imagine easily and have even dreamed of in recent weeks but I just cannot picture a little girl in my life – this is why I’m almost positive we’re going to have a boy. If truth be told I’m almost scared to think of having a girl – I’ll have to learn how to ‘do hair’ and stuff..

Random link love

Twitter is better than any of the social networking sites for finding like minded people to ‘talk’ to, it’s even good for finding random strangers to follow just for the sake of procrastination, The only problem is.. You then start ‘talking’ to those random strangers and develop a relationship of sorts.
As an example, when I first signed up with twitter I’d follow the public time line because of the novelty and a few comments piqued my interest enough to make me ‘follow’ a random stranger – that was Dan.

For a while after that it seemed everywhere I went online Dan of The wrong advices blog was a step ahead of me, he then introduced me to mybloglog and I amused myself by browsing the various blogs on offer there. I haven’t bothered with it for a while because other things caught my attention but today I was reminded of it (albeit indirectly) through twitter.

That’s right back to twitter. You see the person who indirectly reminded me of mybloglog was Nik aka loudmouthman, the guy who talked me into trying out ubuntu. I stalked him on twitter too – and it’s all the fault of Master K since he nagged me into signing up to the damned thing in the first place.

Anyhow, Nik posted a tweet linking to an online identity score (go ahead, just do it yourself and see what comes up, I apparently score ‘8’ both for my name and for rosevibe) It was while googling myself I came across this meme linking me.

Why am I linked on a blog I don’t recall stumbling across before? Because of mybloglog.com. You see how incestuous everything online is?

I met Master K through my original blogger blog several years ago and I count him a pretty good net friend due to our intermittent correspondence, he introduced me to twitter where I met both Dan and Nik, the latter being someone I greatly admire and can see becoming an RL friend in the not too distant future. Dan introduced me to mybloglog and Christy obviously found me there.

I wonder how long it would take me to find myself again just from following a random link from Christys blog? maybe someday when I’m bored enough I’ll have to see. For now, I have a meme to do – it seems only fair to do so after shouting to the world about it 😉

These are the meme rules:

1: Each player starts with 8 random facts/habits about themselves which others do not know about them.

2: People who are tagged need to write in their own blog and post these rules.

3: At the end of your 8 random facts post, you must select 8 more people and leave a message at their site that they have been tagged….

Hmmm.. First of all, it’s going to be tough writing something about me on here that you guys don’t know about (or can’t find out by trawling the archives) secondly that rule #3 is just begging to be broken, I’ll not perpetuate I’ll just participate.

So.. My 8 random facts or habits:

  1. I do my best not to bend/ crease the spine of any book I read and make sure to use something as a book mark rather than bending the pages over or placing an open book face down and flat – I HATE seeing people vandalise books in this fashion.
  2. I struggle with verbal conversation most days as I only take in half of what’s going on, not because I’m not listening but because I can’t process speech quickly enough and end up skimming what people say. This is why I like karaoke nights so much, I’m not required to talk a great deal or follow a conversation but I can still enjoy the atmosphere, sit with friends and have a sing.
  3. I like going to the theatre on the rare occasion I can justify the expense.
  4. I like walking around art galleries and spend a fair amount of time looking at pictures online.
  5. I have been between 9 and a half stone in weight for the last 12 years
  6. I can keep a bar of chocolate in the house for over a month and not eat it all. As long as I know it’s there I don’t get chocolate cravings.
  7. I don’t like receiving ‘smellies’ as gifts, soaps and toiletries are personal things and I like to get my own.
  8. When I’m thinking I press my fingers together in the ‘excellent’ fashion of Mr Burns and I don’t even realise I’m doing it half the time.

Reawakening the lonely post

That’s the post title on the Family web watch blog where I got tagged for this meme, why was I tagged there? I ‘unno, I read his other blog – the me and my drum one.

Still, shouldn’t take me long to do this *grin* I’m to pick a few posts that seem to have been ‘unpopular’ but that I quite liked,

Now then..

Lets go waaaaaaay way back eh?! Now this one is an amusing tale from way back when I used to work as a ‘bouncer’ that’s right, diminutive lil me. I loved that job, I worked there for 6 years and only stopped when this damned illness kicked in.

The next offering I have for you is a piece of creative writing inspired by the Bob character from Twin peaks. I remember feeling quite chuffed with this as I hit the ‘post’ button.

Then of course we have the whole divorce thing, now i’m not pointing this one out because i’m particularly proud of the piece, I’m pointing to it because I think this is something that sadly a lot of people can relate to.

And there you have my three (well, actually he never said what the required number was for the meme but I like three, it’s a cracking number)

Now for this I am going to pass the torch, firstly to Master K because he has some gems in his archives and I would like to see the ones he wished had more attention when he wrote them, along with Kelly (assuming she gets a chance) and obviously Vixen of the bad girls guide – her archives are sooooo made for this type of meme!

The fine art of blogging.

I received an email earlier from Dio over at Quasi Fictional asking me to write a post answering the question “What is a blog to you?” since said email was also peppered with such flattering phrases as ‘guru blogger’ and the insinuation was made that I am one of those almighty figures referred to as a ‘renowned blogger’ (I know, I nearly wet myself laughing at this point too) I figured, what the heck – a post is a post right?

a 'slightly' photoshopped me - in makeup!

He also requested that I stick up a photo, since this one is in use all over the place as my avatar (mainly monsters game, my blog log and twitter) I thought why waste time looking for something else?

I touched upon the subject of why I blog in this post but it doesn’t really answer Dio’s query, so to see what I said you’d best whisk yourself over there and see my response.

(It was here but since I got the wrong end of the stick I had to edit and forward and all sorts of mucky muck.. Good job i’ve nothing better to do eh?!)

Now I realise this is all a blogfest and linkwhoring and all the rest of it, but I promise you, I don’t actively seek to ‘up’ my ratings.
Sometimes I turn ‘sheep’ and feel that I should, recently I’ve been bleating all over the place following link after link and instead of merely flipping past sites I’ve taken the time to leave a comment (or 3) when the subject has interested me enough to do so and in the process I’ve virtually met some cracking people.

Yes Dan, I mean you. *grin*

The letter ‘D’

I’ve been a bad girl..
Well, neglectful at any rate. Debambam tagged me a while back, so far back in fact she’s changed host and site since doing so..
But here we go, The rules are:

1. You have to come up with 10 words starting with a letter that either you choose yourself or that someone chooses for you.

2. These words must be meaningful to you and you must give an explanation of why each of these words are important to you.

I’ll admit it’s not one of the first letters that sprang to my mind, but since I’ve been so long in the doing, Kellys choice is what I’ll go with, what the heck..

Difficult
Just like this task. But no, that’s how I think of life at the moment – though perhaps ‘tricky’ is a better word (but it doesn’t start with ‘D’ now does it) I’m at the stage in my recovery where I feel like I can do more, but I know I can’t because I have to rein myself in to build on the energy I have instead of squandering it all in one go, it also describes how it is explaining about my illness, this article sums up how I feel in that situation perfectly- it’s tough trying to explain why I look so healthy yet I’m not working or doing anything ‘useful’.

Disability
The bane of my existence. I don’t look as though there is anything wrong with me, yet there are many days when all I do is lie around and complain about my aches or lack of mental ability. I’m just waiting for the hammer to fall and the powers that be to tell me I need to be in full time work.
I want to be – I’m sick of being poor. But at the same time I know how just doing a part time course has made me feel, I’m terrified of bringing on a relapse and having to go through the whole claiming process again – it doesn’t just put me through a great deal of stress, it would totally throw out my employer as well.

Domesticated
A term I wish could be applied to me. Even before I fell prey to the dreaded CFS I was nowhere near this status, ok I could clean up when the mood struck – but that’s the point, I only did it when the mood struck. I thought I was an ok cook – till I met Stef.
Nowadays what little skill or ability I had with regards housekeeping has gone. I am in awe of my mil, she can literally do anything even if I had the energy and the inclination to learn I’d have a way to go to keep up with that woman – she’s a powerhouse!

Debt
Sadly the story of my life, I only have an overdraft but I never seem to get out of it, I cannot recall the last time I had money of my own instead of pretend money – anyone got a spare £1500 to remind me..? Doesn’t sound like a lot does it. *sigh* Anyone notice how few happy or positive words there are beginning with ‘D’?

Drive
Now this holds 2 meanings for me.
Firstly I’m learning to drive a car, it’s costing me more money than I can afford and I don’t really seem to be getting any closer to passing my test, I’m at the point of desperation with it (see, another miserable D word) I really need something to practice in but I can’t afford a car or the insurance – but it’s also getting to the point where I may have to stop the driving lessons anyway as I’ve pretty much reached the bottom of my overdraft, with no real income..
It’s a vicious circle.
Secondly I’m determined (woohoo, a positive one) to not let this illness beat me. I have the drive and motivation to do anything I can to get well enough to work again. Sadly it’s the finances that let me down (as always) but I’m getting there – slowly.

Dance
I love to dance, I used to be quite good at it apparantly. Not in any professional way, but people would tend to stop and watch when I shook my lil booty on a friday night in the fishbowl at Jillys.. Ahh the good old days. Dancing for me was a great release, I’d go out just to hit the dancefloor, you could always tell if I’d had a bad night because I’d be drunk – If I was still sober at 5am it meant the tunes had been going my way and I was a sweaty but happy footsore little minx. Even now, if I have the energy and no one’s about I’ll stick on a couple of happy tunes and jig about the flat. I can’t do the clubs anymore but the love of dancing has never left me – there’s always going to be a tune that makes me start – even when I know it’s a bad idea.

Defective
That would be me.
I’m broken, mend me with a new one *grin* damaged is probably the more apt word, in fact that will be my next one and I’ll explain why there. But defective sums up my mental and physical state quite well, my life revolves around this damned illness because I have no choice. When I can I do the things that interest me, sadly none of those things are of a physical nature, I can’t really give myself over to the release of dancing like I used to, I can no longer practice Wing chun or jiu jitsu, I can’t even go for the long walks I used to love – because to do so leaves me drained and bed ridden – the fear of that result stops me from doing many things, and yet I still do more than I should according to my CBT therapist.

The thing is – I always used to be on the go, every moment of my life was spoken for. people who know me would never believe it now – but at one time friends had to book me weeks in advance if they wanted to see me, any spare time I had was spent catching up on my sleep or catching up with people online. At one point I was in 3 bands, worked 2 jobs, did a martial art, went out at least 3 nights a week and still fit in visits to and from friends across the country – now I do a part time computer course and think how great it is that I can manage it.
God that’s depressing.

Damaged
This word was used just this morning to describe my family. The relationship I have with them – that we have with each other – is flawed at best.
I won’t go into any detail but as far as the nature or nurture question goes.. Nurture has a lot to answer for in the way we all deal with confrontation. We do not communicate – and to be honest I don’t think any of us want to, especially with certain members of the family.
It’s hard to mend rifts and to try to help with problems that were in the making before you were even conceived, but to try again and again only to be disappointed, let down and betrayed by people who are supposed to be the closest to you.. Well some damage is beyond repair and that’s when any attempt at a dialogue is closed for good.

Delight
I just love the word itself. There is no meaning personal to me – but it conjurs up images of genies and desserts, that little act of thoughtfulness by someone who didn’t need to – it’s just a wonderful expression. Seriously, think of the word ‘delight’ for a moment, doesn’t it just conjure up the image of someone with a beautific grin plastered across their face? The involuntary little jump up and down in a seat whilst excitedly clapping their hands ‘happiness dance’
It’s a great word, we should see more of it.

Drums
I love drums, I sold my first drumkit to buy my first motorbike after I gave up attempting to play ’em. I would dearly love to get a V-drum kit (and a place big enough to keep it *grin*) so I could try and take it up again, I was never at any kind of ‘playing with a band’ standard – but man it was fun!
There’s just something about rhythm that gets you – I had a bass guitar once too, sadly I lost contact with the lad who has (had?) it, but I love me some drums – one of my best away breaks was at the womad festival in morecombe – my hands were literally raw that day, I left the drum tent once for a bite to eat – I stayed there till they shut it down.. It was awesome!

Books I’ve read

After laughing at her ingenious barbeque set up I saw this on dorenelorenz blog and thought I’d give it a go…

Here’s how it works. Bold the titles you’ve read, italicize the ones you might read, cross out the ones you won’t, underline the ones on your book shelf, and place parentheses around the ones you’ve never even heard of.

The Da Vinci Code – Dan Brown
The Catcher in the Rye – J.D. Salinger
The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy – Douglas Adams
The Great Gatsby – Scott F. Fitzgerald
To Kill a Mockingbird – Harper Lee
The Time Traveler’s Wife – Audrey Niffenegger
His Dark Materials – Philip Pullman
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince – J. K. Rowling
The Life of Pi – Yann Martel
Animal Farm: A Fairy Story – George Orwell
Catch 22 – Joseph Heller
The Hobbit – J. R. R. Tolkien
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time – Mark Haddon
Lord of the Flies – William Golding
Pride and Prejudice – Jane Austen
1984 – George Orwell
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban – J. K. Rowling
(One Hundred Years of Solitude – Gabriel Garcia Marquez)
Memoirs of a Geisha – Arthur Golden
(The Kite Runner – Khaled Hosseini)
The Lovely Bones – Alice Sebold
Slaughterhouse 5 – Kurt Vonnegut
(The Secret History – Donna Tartt)
Wuthering Heights – Emily Bronte
The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe – C.S. Lewis
(Middlesex – Jeffrey Eugenides)
(Cloud Atlas – David Mitchell)
Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte
(Atonement – Ian McEwan)
(The Shadow of The Wind – Carlos Ruiz Zafon)
The Old Man and the Sea – Ernest Hemingway
The Handmaid’s Tale – Margaret Atwood
The Bell Jar – Sylvia Plath
Dune – Frank Herbert
(Sula by Toni Morrison)
(Cold Mountain by Charles Frazier)
(The Alchemist by Paulo Coehlo)
(White Teeth by Zadie Smith)
(The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton)

Now I think I should go to bed, I start my photoshop course tomorrow evening and I’ve a stack of housework to do before then…
I’ll still get a lie in though, hopefully.

The 2 things meme

I got tagged way back in January and didn’t notice *blush* does this makes me a bad person?
Well I’ve caught up on some of my reading now and if, Like Debambam, you’ve tagged me and I’ve not responded, I’m sorry…
I’ll get right on it as soon as I see.

2 names you go by:
Vics
Vicky

2 parts of your heritage:
English
Spanish (which I only found out last year)

2 things that scare you:
The thought of never getting my life back
Being vulnerable

2 of your everyday essentials:
vitamin and mineral supplements
fluid

2 things you are wearing right now:
purple fluffy slippers
velvet 2-tone top

2 favorite bands or musical artists:
Incubus
Aretha Franklin

2 things you want in a relationship:
Love
Laughter

2 truths:
You don’t get anything for free
98% of TV is repeats.

2 things that appeal to you in a man:
The ability to make me laugh
Good huggage

2 things you want really badly:
A house of my own that has nothing temporary about it.
To be cured.

2 places you want to go on vacation:
Canada
Italy

2 things you want to do before you die:
Bring up a happy and confident child
Have my portrait painted by Jonathan Earl Bowser

2 stores where you shop:
Matalan
T K Maxx

2 people I’m tagging:
Master K
Kitty (assuming she puts down her jewellery making tools for a second and starts blogging again..)

fud and a request

This was going to be an audio post but then I figured I’d take pity on your poor ears and not bother – mainly because I started yawning after every other word and sitting silently for a few minutes attempting to think of something to say.
Pants eh?!

Funny though – as soon as I put the mic away I start typing bollocks. Figures.

I’m a little confused by a trend in my stats.

I wrote this post way back in July last year – yet I can easily promise that over 25% of my weekly hits are from searches on its content.
This disturbs me.

I know there are a lot of people out there with differing sexual tastes, but come oooon…
Still, I suppose if you want a wild, out of the ordinary hen night it might be for you – you’d be advised to never tell the blokes about it though – and pray they never see the video.

Well, I’ve tidied up a bit, got some bread baking (and I cannot wait for that to be done, I’m bloomin’ peckish!) started updating my book and dvd lists (yes, I’m listing everything I own because I’m sad like that)
I started thinking about food (no surprise since I’m hungry) it’s the one subject besides music, ok and films, books, games, TV…

OK – it’s A subject that anyone can talk about for hours on end.

As far as food goes I’ll try anything once – assuming I can stand the smell of it, if something smells bad it aint going in my mouth (so that already rules out most of the cheeses my man loves) But the one thing that practically always makes me feel like heaving is minced meat.

I don’t know what it is but stick a plate of spaghetti bolognese in front of me and I’ll be less than impressed – when I was a kid it’d literally send me running to the toilet to hurl, these days I can politely grin and eat a few mouthfulls but I don’t actually like it. Same with lasagne, chilli – even cottage pie (though the mash makes that more edible than the others)
I’m just not a fan of minced meat. Perhaps it’s the texture, or maybe it’s just the memories of spag bol= vomit. Who knows?
Just a little something to bear in mind should I ever be invited to feast at yours…

Now, if you love me you’ll do a little something for me.

I like reading blogs – hell, we all do otherwise what the feck ye doing here?
With that in mind I’d like you to go through your posts and pick three that you are either most proud of, ashamed of or would like to go back to and add to, link them together in a post stating what it is about the ones you’ve picked that made you pick them.

Why?

Because:

  1. I’m lazy and haven’t read everyone’s archives yet.
  2. I think it’d be interesting to see your own ‘now’ comments on posts you wrote a while back – that and the comments other people leave you about your choices, and to see just what you think of as interesting or important enough to rise above everything else you’ve written…
  3. I just like things to be done in three’s but feel free to pick more or less if you do it.

I will do it myself if someone out there does it first *grin* I’m going along the lines of show me yours and I’ll show you mine…

**sits and waits for the utter disappointment of not one response**

Calling Ireland..

I’ve been a bit weirded out tonight while checking my stats – can the dude (or dudette) searching for Chantelle Weir please email me? You’ve more than pricked my curiosity with that particular search.

Anyhow, on with more normal things…
I’ve been meme’d.
It makes me feel all popular and stuff again *grin* I guess it shows that Kitty is thinking of me…
That said, this is a toughie! As far as the seasons go it’s much easier to think of things I dislike, does that really make me a miserable sod?

Four Things You Love About Spring
1. The way the air smells as everything starts sprouting
2. longer daylight hours – even though I rarely venture out in them.
3. people smile more than they did in winter
4. cheap flights

Four Things You Love About Summer
1. remembering days at the outdoor pool in Daventry (only good thing about that rathole)
2. warmth (not too much though, I hate frazzling)
3. the smell of clean washing that’s been hung out all day
4. The students piss off home and you can walk through manchester in peace

Four Things You Love About Autumn
1. Seeing all the leaves change colour
2. bonfire night (well, I used to till I moved to the city)
3. even when it rains, everywhere looks pretty and smells fresh
4. Ican start wearing my purple furry coat again

Four Things You Love about Winter
1. Staying inside in the warmth
2. all the musicals and old films start playing on TCM
3. I get new books (one way or another)
4. the students leave again *grin*

Four U.S. Cities that You’d Visit in a Heartbeat
1. Atlanta
2. Where ever hot karl lives – just so I can force him to find me a karaoke *grin*
3. um… I’m not that fussed about cities
4. …and my geographical knowledge is pants.

Four Funniest Movies (in no partic. order)
1. Shrek
2. home fries
3. overboard
4. dirty rotten scoundrels

Four Tear-Jerkers (in no partic. order)
1. The green mile
2. sommersby
3. Beaches
4. Dead poets society (1st time I watched this I was almost hysterical, took forever to stop crying)

Four Most Romantic Songs
1. I miss you – Incubus
2. Little things mean a lot – Kitty Kallon
3. Still the one – shania twain ( or Aerosmiths ‘Dont want to miss a thing’, equally soppy)
4. Your song – Elton John ( I know, but it says it all doesn’t it)

Four Songs That Make You Happy
1. Addicted to bass – puretone
2. Building a mystery – Sarah mclachlan
3. Good feeling – Reef
4. Louie Louie – The kingsmen (or motorhead, either version is cool)

Four Favorite Singers/Groups (in no order)
1. Incubus
2. Aerosmith
3. Clannad
4. Alanis Morrisette (I could keep listing but at this precise moment these’ll have to do)

Four All-Time Favorite TV Shows
1. Charmed
2. CSI
3. Stargate SG-1
4. porridge

Four Things You Love About Where You Live
1. It’s karaoke central
2. there are supposed to be four things..?
3. No, really… things..? love? HERE?!?
4. hahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahaha *gasp* Hahahahahahahahhahahah *wheeze*

Four Things You Don’t Like About Where You Live
1. The stabbings
2. the joy riders setting light to cars outside my gaff
3. the gangs of kids
4. having a serial rapist on the loose

Four Favorite Meals
1. Giant yorkshire pud filled with mash, veg and gravy
2. potato dauphinois
3. Stef’s bean salad
4. anti pasto (the way stefs mum does it – the hams over the avocado with the cheese and grapes and… *mouths watering…*

Great, now I’m going to bed salivating *sniff* I’ll have to wring out the pillow tomorrow – that’s assuming I don’t just sleep eat in the wee wee hours…

I’ll not pass this on specifically but I’d be reet chuffed if at least one of you lovely people does this and lets me know so I can come have a looksee, I’m not even asking for a link – I’d just like to see your answers (I’m a nosey sod like that) I’d be interested to see what people put down for the romantic songs one anyhow, I still have to finish up a list on my other blog and that info would be helpful…

Spreading the love

Happy New Year

Yup, if you’re reading this then you made it through all the crap that was thrown at us all last year, congratulations – have a big *hug* from me – and if you made a new years resolution then I wish you the best in luck and willpower and hope it wasn’t made when under the influence of anything liquid or chemical…There’s always going to be bad stuff, it’s the nature of things – but at least we know there’s some pretty fantastic stuff about as well to balance it all out. I’d like to throw a very public thank you to MY fantastic stuff for not only being there but being there with style, grace and love.
Cheers Stef, you really do mean the world to me my darlin’ lil’ mannums.
…And I’m not just saying that because you’re a brilliant cook *grin*

Before I start getting accused of still being under the influence myself – I’d like to point out that last night I had one brandy and about 3 sips of a cocktail, I was pretty darned sober – as I intend to stay throughout this year, I have better things to spend my money on *grin* like Stef (and with birthdays in mind – Mrs A – in your utopia people should be banned from mating 9 months prior to November, December and January! Birthdays are too good to be a holiday afterthought in the spending stakes!))

Nah, life is good. Last night should have reminded you that there are always people around it’s worth talking to and sharing good times and bad times with – even if it’s only a virtual sharing from halfway around the world.

(and now I have that chorus from the O’jays running through my head – you know “People all over the world, Join hands, Start a love train, Love train”)
Well – sod it, heres a new years love train speeding across the web to pass through these favourite stations of mine: Master K, Hot Karl, Brandie, Kitty, Patrick and Breanne, Jason and Jay, Eric, the aforementioned Mrs A, Dawn, Smidsey and the cheer spreading queen herself – the lovely Michele.

Should they choose to send it to further stations along the world wide web then fantastic, if not I hope at least a little joy leaks out and brightens their day!

Kisses people! Lots of hugs and kisses.
Isn’t life grand!

interview

The Official Interview Game Rules1. If you want to participate, leave a comment below saying “interview me.”
2. I will respond by asking you five questions each person’s will be different.
3. You will update your journal/blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

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Yes, I’ve done it.
Here’s mine – questions courtesy of Johnnie Walker.

1. I’’ve read, a few times, that various men in your life have “taken you for a ride. What do you think it is, about you, that would make these guys think they can treat you in such a fashion?

Ouch, straight in with the toughie eh!? Well…
The easy answer would be that I’m too soft with ’em I guess.
My best friend often tells me I’m ‘too nice’, obviously I tend to disagree – I can be a nasty bitch on occasion. I always try to be fair and open minded and I have the curse of believing the best of people – even when all evidence is to the contrary. I’ll give anyone the benefit of the doubt.

The more truthful answer is because I let them.
My ‘tree’ is right, I’m courageous when I have to be and even then it’s usually only on the behalf of someone else – when it comes to looking after my own interests I’m basically a limp noodle.
Mess with my friends though and I’ll kill you.
Literally. Without regret.

2. Tell us about the worst “ride” a man has ever taken you on.

HA! So many to choose from…
Well, there was that time an acquaintance gave me ‘a lift’ home when I was 18 – much fast talking on my part to stop unpleasantness happening there was… Then there was that nightmare at Alton Towers when I nearly came off the roller coaster because I was too skinny for the bar to hold me in securely…

But I’m guessing you mean my relationship faux pas.
This is the really difficult question for me because every incident is still a sore point – mainly because in hindsight I can see how stupid I was, nobody likes to be made a fool of eh?! Least of all when with a little nous they could avoid the situation coming about in the first place

I think the one that surprised me the most was Baz – I’ve kinda gotten used to the men I sleep with shitting on me (not in that way – you sick fuqs!) I mean, I could go on for days about Dave – he got the house I got the emotional baggage, Shakeel turned out to be a complete arsehole, Baz however was a friend. I don’t expect my friends to treat me like that.

Basically, his mobile phone had been stolen (so he said, I now have my doubts on that score) since he owned his own business I knew he needed it for work and as he had just moved house and lost all his ID he couldn’t get another one quickly enough…
God am I gullible or what?!

So, I let him have my soon to expire voda contract sim and talked my friend Charlotte into lending him a nice new handset until he could get another one. I called up Voda, explained he was taking it on – he gave them his address and bank details, the lass on the phone said “No problem, that’s sorted for you” and the next thing I heard about it was a phone call from a debt collection agency saying I owed them over £500 for this phone bill.

I of course caught Baz on msn and demanded to know what was going on (since the phone had been cut off I couldn’t call him) he said it was just a mistake, took all the details from me and said he’d get it sorted – according to him his last direct debit hadn’t gone through because a cheque hadn’t cleared.
This went on for months – he kept assuring me that it was being sorted and I was being threatened with CCJ’s left right and centre.
I ended up having to pay it myself as soon as I could, he still had the gall to tell me not to worry about it, that he was sorting it out – he then called the agency and told them that I was going to sort it out!

Cunt.

Needless to say, it was a stressful few months until I sorted it out and if I ever manage to find the hole that slimy little bastard crawled into… Well lets just say I’ve lost all qualms about beating him to a bloody pulp with a splintered plank of wood coverd in chilli powder.
His ‘benefit of the doubt’ ran out a long time ago. And I’m ashamed to say I still have to replace Charlottes phone.

3. Describe for us your ideal man.

No one could describe that.
I could sit here and reel off things I find attractive – nice smile (by which I mean one that totally transforms his face), grabbable arse, strong arms etc etc etc ad nauseum but who can really describe an ‘ideal’.
It changes every day as you experience and learn new things about yourself and the people around you.
What I will say is that my current bloke is my ideal of the moment.

Ok, yes, there is a small part of me waiting for the other shoe to fall – but he is head and shoulders above every other man I’ve ever dated and I can’t see that opinion changing any time soon.
He’s trustworthy, smart, loving, protective, fit as fook and funny to boot.
Plus the guy COOKS! Really really well. He massages my feet when I’m feeling naff and even cleans my house! How much more perfect could he get?!
Hmmm… Actually, I suppose he could get a car that isn’t yellow…

4. I know that you have a very lovely singing voice. Have you ever thought of pursuing a career in the music industry?

Oh yeah, I’ve thought about it. I’ve even studied popular music and recording, worked in the northwest for an entertainments agency as part of a duo (it was soul destroying) and auditioned for the ‘X-Factor’.
I still feel a little unclean and ashamed when I think of that particular audition. It put me off ever wanting to do that kind of thing because it was so blatantly false.
I sing because I love to. I love the feeling of trying a song and getting it right, I love performing and seeing other people really into what I’m doing, it’s the biggest buzz on the planet.
I remember my 21st birthday when I went to see Aerosmith do their ‘nine lives’ tour at the M.E.N.
They played my favourite track “What it takes” (from the pump album) and I was so happy I cried (Pathetic eh!) but I remember thinking then:
THIS is what I want to do – I want to be on a stage singing one of my songs and making someone out there feel like this.”

I’ve stopped thinking like that because I know it’s never going to happen – I have a good voice, not a great voice, I’m an ok lyricist but I don’t play any instruments and I’ve lost contact with all my old muso friends (except Claire) so the chances of me actually recording anything decent are slim to none.
But I’ll enjoy singing till the day I die – it’s just a big part of me, I sing when happy/ sad/ frustrated or just plain lonely. Music is a truly powerful thing.

5. I have never been to a karaoke bar outside of America. Please describe what a typical UK karaoke bar is like.

LOL well to be honest bars dedicated to karaoke are few and far between. Most pubs will have a karaoke night, these tend to be on a weekend, though you can find the odd few on a Tuesday. We even have a few Chinese restaurants that have karaoke on the go – I like those, food and song – cracking combination.

To describe a karaoke night though, you need to look at the punters.
There’s always a group or two of ‘trendy’ girls. They’re generally over dressed for the venue, get up and just sing the same songs every week and bitch about everyone else in a very catty fashion. Then there’s the lads who come in to egg on the one or two of their number who’ll get up and have a go to try and impress the girls – these 2 groups intermingle freely and there’s always some kind of drama going on.
Oh and never forget the guy with the great voice who comes in alone and you only see him when it’s his turn to sing – usually a Westlife or George Michael number. The old guys who always do ‘Mack the knife’ or ‘My way’, the pissed up bugger who’s the novelty value every week (and the bread and butter for the compère as she/ he can take the piss with impunity) Then to finish up the crowd we have the assorted comers and goers to mix it up a little and stop it from being a stale re-run every week for the regulars.

The set up varies from pub to pub. You can have a place like the Alliance where its a guy with a laptop and a mixing desk right in the corner of the lounge room, through to a place like the Stocks where they have Tv’s dotted throughout the pub so everyone can see the words and sing along to the amazingly expensive sound system and the drunk up on an actual stage.
Either way, it’s usually good fun and the majority of the people are good hearted souls just out for shits and giggles.
It’s rare there’s ever any real trouble at a karaoke. It’s not usually deemed ‘cool’ enough for the chavscum, they’d rather head to a club.

Ok, that’s me done – if you want a bash then leave me a comment saying ‘interview me’ and I’ll spend a good few hours thinking up suitable questions for you.

10 things

Yey! Feeling much better than I have the last couple of days – you know what this means?
I’m going karaoke tonight!!

Yup, life is good. I figure I’ll do a rendition of ‘Papa was a rolling stone’ tonight – it went down so well in Spain it seems a shame not to do it here, it is such a class funky tune after all. I love that bass line, simple yet effective (which basically means even I could play it lol)

I have a new toy too – donated by my ever so generous flatmate. It’s an external hard drive complete with full series of TV programmes he thinks I’d like – this means I have all the Twin peaks stuff plus some American shows I haven’t looked at yet; Lost, Wonderfalls, Heat vision and Jack (which apparently never aired but was something directed by Ben Stiller starring Jack Black as a kind of Knightrider) As well as some Japanese stuff he says I have to watch.
Why is everyone so keen to get me into Manga?
I’ve also pinched series 1&2 of Black books from Stef and I’m keeping the Lemony Snickets film…
Anyway, I’m busily downloading the codecs that will allow me to watch said stuff while I gear myself up to respond to master K’s taggage.

Ten Things I’ve Never Done, But Intend to Do Before I Die:

  1. Get divorced (Just to finally close a complete chapter of my life)
  2. Design a funky looking website that actually serves a purpose.
  3. Have a child (but only to avoid breast cancer you understand, I’ve still got 6 years before I have to, if technology improves enough between now and then I may keep to the none mommy blogger style of things)
  4. Learn a foreign language well enough to converse easily in – probably Spanish, but considering Italian, Portuguese or Esperanto (What can I say, Harry Harrison sold me on that last one)
  5. Learn to dance properly – salsa, tango, waltz and one other (just cos)
  6. Complete an ambitious hobby project – without help!
  7. Ride a jetski/ windsail – watersports generally (of the non fetish variety!)
  8. Get a tailor made outfit
  9. Buy the perfect home – and home is the operative word there.
  10. Get up at 7am on a regular basis and like it .

This was tough – I kept wanting to put down other stuff then realised that I’ve already tried or started to do it before, things like this make me realise just how much I actually have done in my life. I always think of myself as quite boring, haven’t done anything worth talking about (yet still I blog lol) then I think back and realise that, actually, I have.
Some of my stories could even rival Johnny Walker! So Ner!
*grin*
But this isn’t that kind of blog and I’m not that type of writer *sniff* sadly…

Anyway, which lucky people will I pass this onto?
I think Kitty, I’m going out on a limb and asking someone I’ve never really spoken to as well, a fellow Brit with great taste in transportation (he’s a biker) I’ve always just thought of him as Smidsy but as he signs his comments sparx I’ll have to readjust my thinking.
I’m also shooting in the dark by throwing it the way of Hot Karl seeing as he passed the last tag by as did Stef *sigh* I just don’t have the influence with the guys I once did – I’m losing my touch *sniff* I’m thinking they perhaps saw the recent pics on my photoblog and realised I’m not a ‘hotty’ after all (note – that is not a plea for compliments) I would ask Shawn too but that lad is always far too busy drinking and working as it is, So along those lines David has no choice, he’s job hunting which means he has time to spare… Yes people, consider yourselves tagged.

What have you done before that you always forget about until something like this comes along and reminds you?
I’ll have to devote a post to that at some point but right now I need to get my arse in gear and head off to get these forms photocopied before I send them back, then I can relax and head up to the parental abode for feeding and honeymoon tales…

I have a virtual life, but I love it.

I began thinking earlier of just how much time I would have to myself if I gave up the internet.
Now, I know that the time I spend online these days is but a mere fraction of the time I’d spend this time last year, but it is still quite a substantial portion of my life.

Yes, at present people could say “well, what else are you going to do? You’re ill, you can’t work” and I’d have to agree, I don’t like it but it’s true, I can’t. Yet.

Although if I’m going to be 100% honest (and I try to be as often as I can – especially with myself) it’s not so much the work I miss as the camaraderie and the pay cheque.
If I were rich I’d quite happily never work again. But I’m not rich and never likely to be, so I’d like to work, if only to redeem my current financial position to the state it was just prior to this illness taking hold.

Now, I could give up the internet completely, but not without a pang or three.
I love the fact that through this medium I can touch other peoples lives and in turn be touched myself – through this blog alone I have found people I truly consider friends – Brandie, Master K, Hot Karl and April, this despite knowing the chances of my meeting any of these wonderful people are incredibly slim (gotta love that whole financial thing) I know some people totally ‘pooh pooh’ the idea of having a real friendship with someone you don’t really know and have never spent time with in person. But I doubt many of you reading this can fail to understand my meaning.

I started this post with the intention of explaining my ‘addiction’ to the internet. The addiction is simple – it’s all about friends.

In times past, to call someone a friend was only to describe someone you grew up with, a person who had shared experiences and that you knew you could trust, someone you drank with, sang with, laughed with and wept with. These days the term ‘friend’ encompasses so much more.

With society fragmenting the way it has, the ties between communities growing thinner and families being sundered over the slightest disagreement, people have evolved different ways of ‘connecting’.
I’m not saying there aren’t people who still have friendships evolve in the traditional way, I’m just saying that there are now more ways to make and maintain friendships than by growing up on the same block and attending the same educational facilities.
You do not even have to speak to these people every day, or indeed even every week for the relationship to grow. These days people have different friends for different situations – especially in the online community.

“Oh, but that’s not a real friend! a real friend is someone you can always turn to no matter the situation!”

Uh huh… Is that so?
I disagree.
The one thing people all have in common is unreliability, not intentionally – but life has this habit of getting in the way whether we want it to or not.
Friends are just people we know and love to associate with, they all have busy lives, a million claims upon their time and attention – far more than they can just set aside whenever we need a hug and a push up.
I refuse to bother my friends if I know they are going through a tough time themselves or have an important meeting/ proposal/ job interview/ first date or other big thing going on, I’d rather be there for them as support, just as I know they would for me.
With online friends, you know when they’re available to talk without worrying that you are intruding on their time, you can say more in an email than you can in a phonecall because you know that they will answer it the first chance they get.

Now that’s not saying that you can’t call each other just because you’re online (I personally use skype it rocks lol) but just an observation that if you are anything like me, it’s more cathartic to write down whats bugging you than to repeat it ad nauseum to all and sundry and I’d rather have a considered response to my problem than a knee jerk “it’ll be ok” (if I want that response I’ll speak to the boyfriend and demand huggage and much kissage to boot)

The other thing with online friends – sometimes it’s like they can read your mind, I’ve had a couple of rough points and then out of the blue I’ve recieved an e-card ‘just cos’.
It happens when I’ve not even written in my whinge blog that I feel crappy, never mind this one – yet somehow they know.

To me that is a friend.
Someone who knows you so well that they can pick up your state of mind and take a couple of minutes out of their day to send you a quick ‘pick me up’.

One of the best quotes I ever heard that sums up the internet for me is this:

“A stranger is just a friend you haven’t met yet”

I truly have no idea where or when this was said, even less of an idea by whom it was first uttered. But it’s pretty much one of the main underpinnings on my outlook of life, from even before I started using the net way back when.
Yes, some strangers are also enemies waiting to strike – but those poor souls I pity, if you don’t like someone then move on – why waste your time and energy with people who neither please nor enrich you. It’s kinda like the blogosphere in that respect, no-one is forcing you to read, be honest with yourself about your likes and dislikes.
Stay true to your ideals and you’ll be a happier person – online or off!
Please, the only thing all your friends have in common is the desire to see you happy, well – that and the desire to be happy themselves *grin*

Actually – if you had to pick 3 quotes to sum up your outlook or ‘philosophy’ of life, what would they be?

Mine would be:

  1. Treat others as you would have them treat you
  2. A stranger is just a friend you haven’t met yet
  3. Don’t let the bastards grind you down

I think I shall make a request here – if you’ve read this far, tell me what your 3 would be and explain why you use the internet and what brought you here.

I’d really like to know!

what women want

Following several conversations with a few of my male friends and acquaintances and inspired by this funny yet inaccurate film, I’ve decided to compile this list.
I was going to make it a list of 10 things but my mind suddenly went blank – I didn’t want to start off with a load of physical attributes as every woman I know likes different things so this is why it’s quite generic.

What women want
(In a man)
  1. Is financially solvent – can at least afford to pay his half of the dinner tab, won’t be borrowing money all the time and will be able to go out and do things with you. (here’s a tip, guys like this in a gal too…)
  2. Cleanliness. He must be aware of the importance of personal hygiene – You can overlook a few things and excuse a certain ‘manly aroma’ if immediately following a hard days work – but if he seems unable to grasp the concept of smelling nice and looking the best he can at least 80% of the time you are together… He’s gonna get lonely real quick and end up with a lot of females who prefer to just be friends.
  3. The ability to look after himself. If this guy can cook, keep a clean house (note, cleanliness again) and pay his bills on time, it shows he has the potential to take care of her if she should ever need it.
  4. Sense of humour. We like this in friends as well as lovers, but if points one, two and three are missing, pretty much a guarantee this dude will stay as a friend.
  5. Honesty. If you start off telling lies – even white ones, the chances of the lassie in question keeping you around get slimmer as time goes on – remember the most breakable thing in the world is trust – and you can never mend it.
  6. Emotional maturity – Common sense and the ability to know when to back off, extreme jealousy is not endearing.
  7. An open mind (no, not in that way necessarily) the ability to realise that every girl is different and just because his Ex liked him to do ‘that thing’ or didn’t mind if he [insert disgusting habit here] it doesn’t mean you will.

Now I open the floor to you. Guys and gals – what do you think? Have I missed anything important? Do you disagree with anything I’ve said?
Lets help each other out here yeah? What really turns you on or off in a prospective sexual partner..?