Okay, so Maybe…

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I should have stopped and apologized when I ran into the woman in front of me and jabbed her in the head with the pointy thingy on the brolly, and I did say sorry as I passed.

However, the reason I ran into the woman in front of me and jabbed her in the head with the pointy bit of my brolly is because she was so busy talking to her friend and fussing at her baby in the pram that she stopped dead *right* in front of me.  I had no where to go but up her back.

And I’m sick of it.  I’m sick of people not paying attention to the people around them.  I’m sick of people taking up the entire pavement as they walk 3 and 4 abreast, ignoring people saying excuse me as they try to get past.  I am sick of the self-centered bullshit I see all day, every day all over the place.

Be aware people.  Be aware of who is around. Yes, of who might be behind you when you stop short.  Who you are blocking with your SUV style pram.

I’ve heard that they’ve found the centre of the university and you know what? Its none of you.

And maybe that accidental jab in the head with the pointy bit of my brolly will be a Pavlovian reminder to this self-centered bint to pay attention to the world around her next time.  But I doubt it.

The Big Shop Yesterday

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Man, did I shop or did I shop?

Coffee maker

Handbag

2 shirts

water bottle

3 books

Recipe book for my own recipes

Body wash and paste for my MIL from Rituals

It was a good day.

Also, if you want to freak out the entire staff of Debenham’s Kitchen Department? Take all of their coffee makers that are on display on a shelf above your head and line them up on the floor so you can compare how the coffee grounds and water go in to each one and then refuse all offers of help.  They were *freaking*!!!  Everyone in the department asked me about 5 times if I needed any help.  No, thank you, I am just looking for a maker where there is a separation between the coffee filter area and the water reservoir.  Cuz my last maker they were together and grounds kept getting into the water reservoir.  And I found one.

Why is it

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that the one household appliances that you really can’t live without, always breaks at the worst time?

This morning I put up my coffee as usual.  Sat back down.  Waited for it to finish.  Went over to get a cup.  There was coffee all over the counter.  Still in the filter.  What was in the pot was full of grounds.

See my maker has one of those ‘sneak a cup’ features where you can, theoretically, remove the pot while it is still brewing and have a cup.  In actuality, these things never work very well.  And today, mine broke.  So having the pot there only opened up the opening in the filter a little bit.  Not enough to direct the flow of coffee in the right direction.  So it overfilled the filter.  And made a mess. And I had no coffee.

Okay, that was a bit dramatic, I have coffee, as I have a French Press and it is brewing as we speak.  But I am still annoyed.

I am heading out to do some shopping today anyway.  So I guess its time to buy a new coffee maker.

In other news, I didn’t need new glasses.  So I can afford a new coffee maker!!

Grrrrrrr

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So last night was my first night of not taking a sleeping pill.  I took them for a week solid and then have to take them every other night for a week.  Did it work?

No idea.  Why? Cuz my husband woke me up at 3am by pulling on my arm and I never got back to sleep!!  He remembers doing it, he has no idea why he did it.  Some days I like him better than other days. 🙂

Today I get my eyes examined to see if I need new glasses.  I hope not, since my lenses, just the lenses, no frames, are usually about £200.  I have really really bad eyes.  Simon and I were discussing this last night, because if I do need new ones, I’d like to get completely new ones and keep my currents ones as spares, as I don’t have any spares. He tried to convince me that I don’t really need glasses.  Yeah, right.

If I didn’t buy the special, plastic, thin them down edge glasses?  They are literally over an inch thick.    Even with the thinned down ones, the lenses are about 1/2 an inch thick.  I have really really bad eyes!

I am pretty sure that soon I will need bifocals, as things don’t get clear until they are about 5 inches from my face.  But maybe not quite yet!

So we’ll see what they say today!

YIPPEEE!!!!!!!!!!

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I can’t tell you why I am so happy, but something really great just made my day.  I’ll be able to tell you about it next week sometime, I would think.  And, no, I’m not pregnant.

In other news, I am feeling much much better.  It was definitely the lack of sleep that was making me ill.  Now that I’ve been averaging about 6 hours a night (as opposed to 4 or 5) my headache is gone, I am no long nauseous and I feel much much better.

I will definitely be ready to go back to work on Monday.

So, He’s Here.

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Bush I mean. Here in Belfast. All over the news, including the note that traffic will be horrific as he is taken around town. Also? Protest signs all over the city, calling him a war monger and war criminal. Yeah, he’s not really liked here.

As I’ve said before, I am not all that political. For the past 39 years I have watch Presidents come and Presidents go. And for the most part? Nothing changes. Oh, they change on the short term sometimes. But they always go back to the status quo in a few years. Even all of this scary stuff that is going on in the US right now? Will eventually change back to the way it was.

So I don’t really think who the President is is all that important.

I do have a question though. And before I ask it, let me re-iterate, this is *only* a question. It is not a suggestion or something I am planning on doing myself or any of those things. Just in case the FBI or CIA read my blog (yeah right). The question?

If Bush is so hated, why has no one tried to kill him yet? My answer? Its two fold:

Fold 1: he’s not worth going to prison over.

Fold 2: Killing him makes him famous for all time. Keeping him alive means he’ll head into obscurity in less than 100 years. Can you tell me, off the top of your head, without looking it up, who the President was in ’58? (my soon to be brother in law probably can, but he’s a President geek!) I certainly don’t know.

I mean, I am sure some people do know who the President was in ’58 without looking it up. But I’d bet *everyone* who is from the US knows who the 16th President was, without even thinking about it. Or who the President was in 1963.

And although they may know Lincoln’s name due to the whole slavery thing (sorry I shouldn’t be flippant about that), they also know his name due to the fact that he was assassinated.

And they may know that Kennedy did the whole Cuban Missile Crisis thing, but they definitely know he was assassinated.

So, let’s keep Bush alive. Because he really isn’t going to be known for anything. At least, not anything good.

For the record? It was Eisenhower in ’58. And yes, I had to look it up.

So, I’ve Fallen Into the Abyss…

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and joined a social networking site.  In my defense, its not MySpace or Facebook.  Its SparkPeople which is a dieting site and a networking site.

I really need to get back on track with my eating.  I’ve gained back about 10 lbs of the 29 I lost last year and the year before.  My clothes still fit and stuff, but I am over it at this point.  Its time to get obsessed again.  And stay obsessed.

I don’t really like calling what I do a diet.  Its not.  Its a life changing eating plan.  Its cutting carbs and sugar and fat.  And exercising.

One thing I like about SparkPeople is that they not only list exercises for you to do, but actually have videos for you to watch of people doing them, so you can do them correctly.  So today I do strength training with crunches and leg lifts and some other basic stuff.  And when I go back to work week after next, I will start walking home again.

If you happen to be a member, or join after reading this, my user name over there is Tee2072.  Come by my SparkPage and say hi.

Oh, and the picnic yesterday was canceled.  Too much wind and rain. Bummer.

Okay, Before I Say Anything Else

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OMG DED FRUM TEH CUTE KITTEH!!!

Wow, that was painful to write. But they really are very cute, they sleep alot, so keep checking back!

Anyway, in case you haven’t figured it out, the Shelley who keeps commenting? Is, indeed, my mother. HI MOM!

Woke up at 5 today. So only 7 hours of sleep. Don’t feel too bad, but kinda bummed about it.

Simon has taken the day off and we are contemplating a picnic on the lawn at Belfast City Hall . It will depend on the weather. So far, looking pretty good!

Words Words Words

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So, when I was about 12 or so, my mother more or less went on a crusade, the ‘Robyn is too old to call me Mommy crusade.” Every time I called her Mommy, she would tell me I was too old to call her that.

I hated that crusade. And to this day? I still call her Mommy on occasion. Because even at 39? Sometimes you still need your mommy.

And as for Dad versus Daddy? No matter how old I get, I’ll call him Daddy.

I don’t see anything wrong with calling my Mom Mommy or my Dad Daddy. What does age have to do with it? Is it childish? Perhaps. Is that automatically a bad thing? I don’t think so.

Interestingly, my 68 year old Mother still calls her dad, (who passed away about, gosh, 30 years ago?) Daddy when she is talking to her sisters about him. So I guess it is okay in her head for girls to call their fathers daddy until the end of time.

But not okay for boys to do so, as she also had a crusade against one of my brothers who still called my step-father daddy. (BTW, I am going to get a verbal spanking for calling these crusades. Mom’s gonna hate that word. Just so you know).

But they were crusades, nay obsessions, to stop myself and my brother from using Mommy and Daddy because we were too old. I still think its bullshit.

Of course, she has always called her mother Mother. Well, that’s not true. Because once my cousins and sibs started having children, my grandmother started to be called Grannie Annie by one and all. And we still call her this, years after her passing.

So, he will always be Daddy to me. And on occasion? She’ll still be Mommy.

Sorry…Mommy.