updates week of 18th April or summat
Haven't really had an update since Easter, so here is one. Gotta remember my LJ is also for me to read back on and remember what I got up to.
So had a tough couple of weeks but had fun too.
Friday before Easter We both watched Nathan's show. It initially felt quite fluffy
and fun. It started to feel a bit voyeuristic once we found out that the
guys didn't know! I thought I knew the premise of the show already, but I
didn't know there would be a big reveal once they'd pick the group. There
came a point almost halfway through when it changed for me. Watching them
audition and singing/dancing their little hearts out knowing they were
oblivious to why they were there became tiring. However, I think it was
the blonde guy from the Fast Food song people, when Nathan and his mate
starting laughing cause we knew they were picturing this guy in a dress.
Me and Adam looked at each other and weren't smiling anymore, it had
crossed the line into cruelty. I don't know if it was because they were
openly laughing at him, or if it was because this guy seemed like a really
nice bloke and we wanted him to run away, but it left a very bad taste in
the mouth. I bet the guy they rejected is bloody grateful now for being 'too masculine'!
Then there was Easter, of which I've already written copious amounts, then the Bank Hol, during which we tidied and otherwise tried to recover from the chaos, and he did a bit of shopping, then it was back to the alien landscape of work.
Conference call of doom was originally declined as it clashed with another meeting. Then I had a call from a Scandy to say there was confusion about the meeting. I thought 'I'm not confused, I could never make it' then he said he had declined it and this woman still expected everyone at the conference call! Appalled at this woman's unprofessionalism, but slightly encouraged that this appears to be a general thing, and isn't just me. Conf call eventually rearranged between us then a new invite sent out, and she eventually replied. As if things aren't hard enough without people reading their replies to invites and jumping to conclusions.
Heard from the horse's mouth that my colleague who is very shy and secretive, has been living with his girlfriend this past 18months and they are expecting a little girl in June! Warmed the cockles of my heart! But I was forced into secrecy, wasn't even allowed to tell Fiona! He let me email Sangeeta in NYC though, gutted she was still is OZ so we couldn't chat about it. Busting to tell someone, so I told BF when I got home. Bloke is quite shy and people can be funny, so I don't really blame him keeping it to himself.
I think this is when I generally started to panic and stress about Expo. 'Key people only' to the meeting. But it wouldn't be till after the meeting that I would find out what I would do, and if I was 'key' or not. See the flaw in this logic? Not a good start and this is when the impending sense of doom began. The beginning of weeks of working myself up into a state about it.
Still, 3 day week due to Bank Hol and my usual Friday off. Went up to Daventry to hand out Easter eggs and a present for middle child. Avoided Expo chat completely which was nice. Kids came home from school and went mental over the choc, which was slightly worrying and possibly all my fault. Apparently he's never thrown his slippers about like that before! Ho hum, off home for a quick bite to eat then off to a Virgin Vie party in the BFs car (to test drive it for Bristol), which was much fun. Bought funky wool in Highbridge market the week before and I took it to show Mandy, the knitting expert there. Suddenly everyone had a scarf to show me they or Mandy had knitted. They came from all directions all of a sudden and it was quite surreal to suddenly be surrounded by funky scarves, but thankfully, equally informative. Think I know what I want to do know, which may be just to give the wool to Mandy! Ordered some wrinkle cream.
Bristol - As soon as I realised (Easter weekend) that we would not now be busy due to Somerset plans not happening, and that it was too late to make gothvilla, I contacted sesaworuban to see if her invite still stood. I was very sad not to be able to join gothicbarbiecat, at gothvilla, however I was pleased to be able to contribute to her pressie and it looked like she had an amazing birthday. By the looks of some of the censored photos, I may well have had my eyes put out due to the trauma of witnessing these scenes first hand, had I been present, so probably just as well. ;-)
Sat am BF went shopping and came back with loads of Krispy Kreme to donate to the party, bless. Set off, I had so much stuff it looked like I was leaving home. Inflatable mattress, gigantic sleepy bag, pressies for various people, Easter eggs, spare pillows and a spare duvet, my own pillow and my bag. Well late cause of traffic, had trouble finding Caroline's mythical road. We will forever talk at cross purposes with the roads in Bristol, cause she never drives and I never train or bus it there! Eventually we found each other by her running into the road and waving at me. Saw her new flat, smaller than the old one, but it's just the two of them so that's nice. Josh is always ill when I'm due to visit! Caroline was pleased with her Easter eggs. I gave them each the Cadbury’s Easter Eggs egg. As well as mini eggs and an egg inside an egg, there is a small chocolate filled, caramel filled and fondant filled egg inside the inner egg. So much chocolate! Though I suspect she may eat them both if Josh doesn’t get better soon! Ooh and she got me Nathan Barley on DVD, great, and a hip hop compilation, as well as another Caroline comp special CD. I got her lots of make up and chocolate and skin care and things, she loved them.
We went off for a drink and a natter at the nearby Wetherspoons. Had to persuade her weirdo neighbour that I wasn’t actually a commuter dumping my car to go to work in a nearby office, on a Saturday afternoon, as if? Cause ‘these spaces are actually for residents you know’, well neither of the residents have cars so exactly whose space am I taking? No ones! For 1 and a half hours, what’s the bleedin problem? Then it was time to leave for sesaworuban's.
Orgycon2 -
Off to sesaworuban’s place for Orgycon2!!!!! What the hell is happening at Temple Meads? That was a bit random! Found it no problem, just 3 streets away from where Caroline used to live, and recognised meeshyickle’s car, parked in front of it. Rang the doorbell, already in awe of the rather impressive front of house, and heard what sounded like a herd of piglets stampeding. Partly impressed, but mostly scared, the door opened to reveal a squealing meeshyickle, wendywooand mattimooz ! Much squeeing and hugging and MORE birthday pressies! Maple syrup flavoured choc! *drools* Then pulled up a chair in the rather crowed (which is impressive cause it’s rather large) living room to watch a very entertaining Dr. Who. Then MWM helped me in with my stuff, bless, and I set up mattress to inflate and went off in search of a drink and a snack. Mmm Krispy Kreme. At some point pizza was ordered and with a shout of FUCK I realised my mattress was still inflating, luckily it hadn’t burst, but was rather firm!
Much fun was had. Very much like a teenage sleepover. I could fall in love with a house like that, I hope sesaworuban knows how lucky she is, perfect kitchen, there’s an island! I’ve always wanted an island! Her island is the size of my kitchen! And 4, that’s FOUR loos! Bliss! Several people, including MWM, had read my Easter Egg hunt entry from the previous weekend, and there was much poutage and ‘Aw! I’ve never done an Easter Egg Hunt’ all sad like. We agreed that the house was perfect for a big Easter Egg hunt, all we needed was the owners’ agreement, hee hee!
It was great to catch up with people in a non stressful environment for a change, a balmy night, so much chattage outside in back garden, where I was even seen to have danced like a fairy, or tried to, or a pagan or something, cause it was some festival. I forget.
Later when I asked ‘Whose present is that?’ and the room fell kind of silent, and a sixth sense told me to shut the fuck up, miffed though I was that I’d been ignored! I fell on my face a couple of times, not what you think, and was pleased to find out I actually slept, which is good, must have been the knock on the head. I have learnt that you should never over inflate an inflatable mattress, cause when you try to move it just bounces back. Showered and breakfasted (yummy, thank you) and pleased to see the doughnuts had been demolished. Success!
Then the super secret baby shower, kept so secret, I had no idea! But happy in the knowledge that both mother and baby could enjoy the Easter Egg, I still had nothing to offer. Mummy had no idea. Thinking the emotion of the moment was making me all misty eyed, I ignored the fog that was encroaching the room for a few minutes. After investigating the smell, I am pleased to see that warphotographer is calm under fire, and simply ran into the living room screaming ”How do you turn the grill off, ARGGHHHH!”. Also pleased to see that pregnancy does not appear to have slowed sesaworuban down, as she leapt over the sofa to the kitchen. Grill was put on patio, oven turned off, and doors and windows opened; all was well.
I was reminded about a date at the theatre (I knew honestly, just momentarily forgot!) then eventually booby cake was eaten with a final coffee to stop me falling asleep, then time to go home. Back to the BF, much laundrying and watching of Dr.Who again, cause BF hadn’t seen it and it required a repeat viewing anyway, cause it was so good.
I was ready for a full week of late nights at work and late nights out, well not really!
So had a tough couple of weeks but had fun too.
Friday before Easter We both watched Nathan's show. It initially felt quite fluffy
and fun. It started to feel a bit voyeuristic once we found out that the
guys didn't know! I thought I knew the premise of the show already, but I
didn't know there would be a big reveal once they'd pick the group. There
came a point almost halfway through when it changed for me. Watching them
audition and singing/dancing their little hearts out knowing they were
oblivious to why they were there became tiring. However, I think it was
the blonde guy from the Fast Food song people, when Nathan and his mate
starting laughing cause we knew they were picturing this guy in a dress.
Me and Adam looked at each other and weren't smiling anymore, it had
crossed the line into cruelty. I don't know if it was because they were
openly laughing at him, or if it was because this guy seemed like a really
nice bloke and we wanted him to run away, but it left a very bad taste in
the mouth. I bet the guy they rejected is bloody grateful now for being 'too masculine'!
Then there was Easter, of which I've already written copious amounts, then the Bank Hol, during which we tidied and otherwise tried to recover from the chaos, and he did a bit of shopping, then it was back to the alien landscape of work.
Conference call of doom was originally declined as it clashed with another meeting. Then I had a call from a Scandy to say there was confusion about the meeting. I thought 'I'm not confused, I could never make it' then he said he had declined it and this woman still expected everyone at the conference call! Appalled at this woman's unprofessionalism, but slightly encouraged that this appears to be a general thing, and isn't just me. Conf call eventually rearranged between us then a new invite sent out, and she eventually replied. As if things aren't hard enough without people reading their replies to invites and jumping to conclusions.
Heard from the horse's mouth that my colleague who is very shy and secretive, has been living with his girlfriend this past 18months and they are expecting a little girl in June! Warmed the cockles of my heart! But I was forced into secrecy, wasn't even allowed to tell Fiona! He let me email Sangeeta in NYC though, gutted she was still is OZ so we couldn't chat about it. Busting to tell someone, so I told BF when I got home. Bloke is quite shy and people can be funny, so I don't really blame him keeping it to himself.
I think this is when I generally started to panic and stress about Expo. 'Key people only' to the meeting. But it wouldn't be till after the meeting that I would find out what I would do, and if I was 'key' or not. See the flaw in this logic? Not a good start and this is when the impending sense of doom began. The beginning of weeks of working myself up into a state about it.
Still, 3 day week due to Bank Hol and my usual Friday off. Went up to Daventry to hand out Easter eggs and a present for middle child. Avoided Expo chat completely which was nice. Kids came home from school and went mental over the choc, which was slightly worrying and possibly all my fault. Apparently he's never thrown his slippers about like that before! Ho hum, off home for a quick bite to eat then off to a Virgin Vie party in the BFs car (to test drive it for Bristol), which was much fun. Bought funky wool in Highbridge market the week before and I took it to show Mandy, the knitting expert there. Suddenly everyone had a scarf to show me they or Mandy had knitted. They came from all directions all of a sudden and it was quite surreal to suddenly be surrounded by funky scarves, but thankfully, equally informative. Think I know what I want to do know, which may be just to give the wool to Mandy! Ordered some wrinkle cream.
Bristol - As soon as I realised (Easter weekend) that we would not now be busy due to Somerset plans not happening, and that it was too late to make gothvilla, I contacted sesaworuban to see if her invite still stood. I was very sad not to be able to join gothicbarbiecat, at gothvilla, however I was pleased to be able to contribute to her pressie and it looked like she had an amazing birthday. By the looks of some of the censored photos, I may well have had my eyes put out due to the trauma of witnessing these scenes first hand, had I been present, so probably just as well. ;-)
Sat am BF went shopping and came back with loads of Krispy Kreme to donate to the party, bless. Set off, I had so much stuff it looked like I was leaving home. Inflatable mattress, gigantic sleepy bag, pressies for various people, Easter eggs, spare pillows and a spare duvet, my own pillow and my bag. Well late cause of traffic, had trouble finding Caroline's mythical road. We will forever talk at cross purposes with the roads in Bristol, cause she never drives and I never train or bus it there! Eventually we found each other by her running into the road and waving at me. Saw her new flat, smaller than the old one, but it's just the two of them so that's nice. Josh is always ill when I'm due to visit! Caroline was pleased with her Easter eggs. I gave them each the Cadbury’s Easter Eggs egg. As well as mini eggs and an egg inside an egg, there is a small chocolate filled, caramel filled and fondant filled egg inside the inner egg. So much chocolate! Though I suspect she may eat them both if Josh doesn’t get better soon! Ooh and she got me Nathan Barley on DVD, great, and a hip hop compilation, as well as another Caroline comp special CD. I got her lots of make up and chocolate and skin care and things, she loved them.
We went off for a drink and a natter at the nearby Wetherspoons. Had to persuade her weirdo neighbour that I wasn’t actually a commuter dumping my car to go to work in a nearby office, on a Saturday afternoon, as if? Cause ‘these spaces are actually for residents you know’, well neither of the residents have cars so exactly whose space am I taking? No ones! For 1 and a half hours, what’s the bleedin problem? Then it was time to leave for sesaworuban's.
Orgycon2 -
Off to sesaworuban’s place for Orgycon2!!!!! What the hell is happening at Temple Meads? That was a bit random! Found it no problem, just 3 streets away from where Caroline used to live, and recognised meeshyickle’s car, parked in front of it. Rang the doorbell, already in awe of the rather impressive front of house, and heard what sounded like a herd of piglets stampeding. Partly impressed, but mostly scared, the door opened to reveal a squealing meeshyickle, wendywooand mattimooz ! Much squeeing and hugging and MORE birthday pressies! Maple syrup flavoured choc! *drools* Then pulled up a chair in the rather crowed (which is impressive cause it’s rather large) living room to watch a very entertaining Dr. Who. Then MWM helped me in with my stuff, bless, and I set up mattress to inflate and went off in search of a drink and a snack. Mmm Krispy Kreme. At some point pizza was ordered and with a shout of FUCK I realised my mattress was still inflating, luckily it hadn’t burst, but was rather firm!
Much fun was had. Very much like a teenage sleepover. I could fall in love with a house like that, I hope sesaworuban knows how lucky she is, perfect kitchen, there’s an island! I’ve always wanted an island! Her island is the size of my kitchen! And 4, that’s FOUR loos! Bliss! Several people, including MWM, had read my Easter Egg hunt entry from the previous weekend, and there was much poutage and ‘Aw! I’ve never done an Easter Egg Hunt’ all sad like. We agreed that the house was perfect for a big Easter Egg hunt, all we needed was the owners’ agreement, hee hee!
It was great to catch up with people in a non stressful environment for a change, a balmy night, so much chattage outside in back garden, where I was even seen to have danced like a fairy, or tried to, or a pagan or something, cause it was some festival. I forget.
Later when I asked ‘Whose present is that?’ and the room fell kind of silent, and a sixth sense told me to shut the fuck up, miffed though I was that I’d been ignored! I fell on my face a couple of times, not what you think, and was pleased to find out I actually slept, which is good, must have been the knock on the head. I have learnt that you should never over inflate an inflatable mattress, cause when you try to move it just bounces back. Showered and breakfasted (yummy, thank you) and pleased to see the doughnuts had been demolished. Success!
Then the super secret baby shower, kept so secret, I had no idea! But happy in the knowledge that both mother and baby could enjoy the Easter Egg, I still had nothing to offer. Mummy had no idea. Thinking the emotion of the moment was making me all misty eyed, I ignored the fog that was encroaching the room for a few minutes. After investigating the smell, I am pleased to see that warphotographer is calm under fire, and simply ran into the living room screaming ”How do you turn the grill off, ARGGHHHH!”. Also pleased to see that pregnancy does not appear to have slowed sesaworuban down, as she leapt over the sofa to the kitchen. Grill was put on patio, oven turned off, and doors and windows opened; all was well.
I was reminded about a date at the theatre (I knew honestly, just momentarily forgot!) then eventually booby cake was eaten with a final coffee to stop me falling asleep, then time to go home. Back to the BF, much laundrying and watching of Dr.Who again, cause BF hadn’t seen it and it required a repeat viewing anyway, cause it was so good.
I was ready for a full week of late nights at work and late nights out, well not really!