Its definitley winter!
And the first sign of said winter in Belfast? The P&O Ferry in her winter dock on the Lagan. *le sigh*
also…*yawn*
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Its a Good Thing I Have A Sense of Humour
Picture it:
Walking from bus stop
Pouring rain
Umbrella turns inside out, over and over again.
Elastic waist on tights is broken.
Tights sliding down bum. In the rain. With a broken umbrella. On the way home from work.
Once I got home I was soaking wet and laughing my ass off!
Had a Very Productive Day ™
Simon dusted and hoovered the front room (he even took the glass parts out of the coffee table and cleaned them!) while I sorted laundry and cleaned the bathrooms.
Last thing to do tonight is change our sheets and put up clean towels. I do love a clean flat!
To answer Hazel’s question, just bought some books and groceries yesterday, so nothing too exciting! Well, Neil Gaiman’s new book, I guess that’s a bit exciting!
Still feeling a bit blah, but hopefully will up for work tomorrow. If not, it is off to the doctor for sure.
I’m Feeling Much Better Today
I think I may actually go shopping with Simon. And hopefully this will hold and I’ll make it back to work on Monday.
Nothing much else going on. Up really early, as usual.
Thanks Hazel!
For saying that you missed me. Even little things like that help.
Saw the neurologist today. Nothing wrong with my brain. I am just a person who gets headaches. He didn’t want to give any meds since we are trying to conceive. So I just get to be headachy. All the figgin’ time.
I wish I could say I was feeling better, but I am really not. Took all my energy and willpower to make it to the doctor today. If I am not feeling better by Monday, I will call my doctor and go see her.
No big plans for the weekend, although I’d like to see if we can get the flat clean. It really needs it.
I know its been awhile
But I’ve been in that place. That dark scary can’t think, can’t sleep, sleep too much, don’t eat, eat too much, don’t talk, won’t look at my husband, don’t look at anyone, get back to flat as soon as possible, don’t speak, don’t think place.
Until yesterday I hadn’t left my flat since the Friday before. I haven’t been to work. I’ve been no where. I only left yesterday to get chocolate and smokes.
That place is bad. I am still half there, but can feel myself leaving it, slowly.
Lesson learned? Don’t decrease your meds when you are feeling well. You are feeling well because of your meds. So keep it at 100g. Don’t be stupid, just do it.
Me and Nike, we’re likethis.
Things That Have Amused Me This Week…
A Piece of Advice, Originally Posted in my LJ:
When using the find/replace option in MS Word to replace the word her with the word his, make sure you check the box that says ‘full words only’. Otherwise, you get things like Northisern Ireland and othis.
The directions for using our new mouse:
- Turn off computer
Plug in Mouse
Turn on computer
Use Mouse.
So Being an American in Belfast Means…
I get teased. A lot. Over the way I pronounce some Irish words.
Anyone who has ever seen the Irish Language written out, knows that pronunciation can be tricky. Example, the name Sioban? Pronounced Sha-Von.
And yesterday in the office we were discussing a news story about a murder that occurred in Armagh. One of my co-workers lives in Armagh. And apparently I can’t pronouce it at all. To me, the way I said it and the way they said it sounded the same. Apparently not.
I take the teasing in good spirit, since it isn’t meant maliciously. It is more amazement that I can’t pronounce these things, because to the natives it is second nature.
And when they really want a laugh? They ask me to pronounce Carrickfergus. Apparently the way I say that is hysterical!
A Very Long Time Ago
there was an ad on TV. Two women were approaching a grocery store and one of them exclaims “Oh look, bologna is on sale!” and there was a close up of one of those huge supermarket signs they hang on the window and it said “bologna $15.00 lb”.
I don’t remember what the actual ad was for, but obviously that bit stuck with me. I think because I thought it was patently ridiculous, even at the young age I was then, that bologna would ever be that expensive.
I can’t seem to find a current price for bologna online (and its not something you can get here in the UK, apparently) but I doubt it is $15.00 lb. But I no longer think the future possibility is quite so ridiculous.
I have friends all over the world, thanks to the Internet. And all over the world my friend’s banks are going belly up. Iceland, Luxemburg, United States, the same story is happening over and over again.
And what are we learning? That the CEOs of these banks didn’t make $480m a year plus stock options, but $60m a year plus $250m in stock options. Are you friggin’ kidding me?!?!?!
Everyone says that the ’80s was a greed decade. I think we just surpassed that.
And personally, I am eternally grateful that Simon and I do not have a mortgage. Or, really, any significant debt. So we’ll be fine.
But I am worried about the rest of the world.
Wow, That Was A Long Three Days…
I found the above title in my drafts folder.
I have no idea what I was starting to write about.
Anyone want to give me some ideas?