Tuesday, 25 May 2010
She's got her giraffe toy to keep her company, even though she's torn a leg and an arm off it. Going to go and get on with some wallpaper scraping, even though my head feels like a bus has hit it. Seems like now all the infection and swelling has gone, I'm left with a face full of bruising. Nice.
Roll on half 2!
Saturday, 22 May 2010
Im now going to go and watch Volume 1 of Season five of Supernatural, and hope the lovely sight of Dean will soothe my face. Volume two is out in July. Woo!
Wednesday, 19 May 2010
I hope you aren't eating while reading this. That would be unfortunate.
I'm going to have a little rant now.
On Saturday, i went to a park with my Dad, brother and Frankie. It was a big touristy park, that made lots of money from parking charges, overpriced tat and overpriced food. As it was a sunny day, it was quite busy, mostly with people with kids and people with dogs (some nutters had both). We had a nice time, looking at massive swans and wandering round very structured 'woodland' paths, ignoring people squealing ''oooh a sausage dog!''. Eventually we got to the gift shop (yes, a gift shop at a park....), and as i like a bit of tat, we headed in. Out of courtesy to the shop owners,but mostly because people bumble about and don't look where they are putting their feet, i picked Frankie up. After about ten mins of looking around the shop, i took something to the cashier to pay. In a rather brainy move, they had put the cashier in a sweet shop section. As i was about to put my item on the counter, the cashier chirped ''Sorry, we don't allow dogs in here!''. I literally turned my body so that Frankie (still on my arm, so she wasn't infecting any of their produce anyway) wasn't in the sweet shop section, and that was apparently fine. Moron. I think people just re-enforce rules without even knowing why. Obviously you don't want a dog in a food shop, it might not be toilet trained, plus they might slobber on the lower level shelves etc, but there was no chance of that, Frankie was on my arm, and i don't think that foot of air space between where she was allowed and where she wasn't allowed made any difference at all.
So after that, we went into another gift shop. I was good, i checked to see if there was a 'no dogs' sign. If there was, i would have respected that, but there wasn't. I checked to see if there was food products. Nope, ok there. So i picked her up and went in. After browsing the really overpriced stuff for about 10 mins, a snotty fat woman ambled over and said ''sorry, we don't allow dogs'' in a really nasty tone. Cow face. So i put down what i was looking at and walked straight out. Just lost a customer there. What annoys me is that people let their kids run around the shop, picking stuff up, and they were probably grubbier than my dog, yet that was fine, but a tiny dog not doing anything was apparently not allowed. Had i been in the right frame of mind, i would have questioned the cow face, but to be honest, if they are so stupid not to realise that they are alienating about half their customer base by being so anal, they don't really deserve my custom.
I would much rather eat in a restaurant that had people with a quiet dog at the next table, than someone with noisy kids that flinging their food everywhere and won't shut up and keep still.
At least Frankie is petrified of kids, and won't let them stroke her. I don't want them to, i don't know what diseases they have.
So anyway, rant over. I'm going to my shed now.
Tuesday, 11 May 2010
The trouble with spending so much time alone is that i end up inside my own head a lot and end up over-thinking things (surely not, i hear you laugh. You can shush!). Mostly it's been arguments over food (in my own head), and my desire to be a stick insect conflicting with my desire to eat food...yummy fooood.... The thing is, I'm going to a rock festival (Download baby!!) in about a month, and one part of me thinks if i eat nothing for a month, i might be a bit thinner. The other part of me thinks ''So the fuck what? If someone that would be attracted to me weighing a stone less isn't attracted to me weighing a stone more, well clearly they aren't worth it.''. Anyhoo, after much to-ing and fro-ing, I've bought my skinny black jeans (that i have to starve myself for about two months to fit into) in a larger size, plus I've bought some gorgeous floaty pixie hemmed dresses, so boo-ya extra stone!! I'm having a burger!
Other than that, I'm trying to get more jewellery made, but it's just not happening. I think it's a psychological thing more than anything, plus i just hate polishing for hours and hours, getting filthy, to get firestain off silver. Sometimes i despair at me, cuz i hate going to work, yet i won't knuckle down and work for myself.... i need to get a grip. Ok, plan for the day, get showered, get to the shop and buy groceries, take the doggie for a walk, then settle down and finish a pendant that i started, then move onto my lockets! It's a plan!