Wednesday, December 31, 2008

To Do List:

  1. Wrap the new dishes I'll not use into bubblewrap and store in the garage.
  2. Clear counters and put away clean dishes.
  3. Vacuum
  4. No, tidy floors and sweep. Then vacuum...turns out I don't need to, hooray!
  5. Dust.
  6. Fold laundry and put away.
  7. Sort trash and recycling and get both out of my kitchen.
  8. Clear table of collection of stuff, throw out X-mas tablecloth, put away X-mas trinkets and doo-dads.
  9. Clear counter in bathroom, clean shower doors and tub.
  10. Consider sorting through books on bookshelf and clearing some to charity shop and library
  11. Recycle gym music for new beats.
  12. ...I'm sure there's more.
  13. Took kids to the corner store for some gogos and a walk. Oh, and to buy bread and a newspaper
*sigh* Maybe I'll just have a cup of tea and read for an hour first. Still full from breakfast. Shouldn't vacuum for at least an hour.

Happy Hogmanay!

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Jesus Turned Japanese

I'm sure you missed this news story - in fact I found it by accident. It turns out Jesus wasn't killed on the cross - it was his brother, Isukiri. Yes, Jesus managed to escape, cross Siberia and settle in Japan where he married a local woman and had three daughters and became a rice farmer. He's buried there now. The bit that made me laugh though was this,

Sawaguchi said that despite being related to Jesus, he is planning a distinctly unfestive Christmas.

"I'm not really planning anything at all for the 25th as it doesn't really matter to us. I know I am descended from Jesus but as a Buddhist it's just not all that important," Sawaguchi said.

It's a short article, found here.

My house smells awesome as I'm slow roasting a huge roast beef. They're selling off the last of the beef joints that didn't get picked up for Christmas lunch. This one is as long as my forearm and was about seven lbs.

Stuck in the house still, waiting for delivery. Sassy's robot was missing it's battery cover so it's been returned and the replacement should be here anyday. I don't like being stuck in the house waiting for parcels. I may say tomorrow - fuck you postman, just take it to the depot, and go out for a walk. In the cold. Although it's not even really cold. No really, I had to cut back the parsley this afternoon as it's grown like mad - it's survived all these forsty mornings. Heartiest weed ever. The hostas are regrowing already, the bluebells are poking through, the rosemary is still flowering as are the Livingston dasies and heather. Winter doesn't really hit here until January and last until May.

I've seen the same green jeep thing go by three times now - I feel like I'm living in that movie...what was it called? With the guy from Ace Ventura - forgot his name too...fucking brain let me think clearly will you please!! The (Lead Character's) Show. and for some reason I have Gary Silverman in my head - who the fuck is Gary Silverman?!?! which of couse becomes the Gary Shandling show which is not what i wanted, brain, try again. Truman! The Truman Show. Got there eventually. Point completly lost in the briain waffle but damn.

I'm so fucking bored I may try and bite my toenails. I'd have to spend a lot of time encouraging stretching of the limbs to allow such an act but I'm really that bored.

Monday, December 29, 2008

David Tennant Has Great Gams

Not to mention the shelving.

I'll get back to posting my own stuff soon enough. Understand the distractions. Until then enjoy the lighter entertainment. And if you can't get through the accents of Rab C. Nesbitt, don't worry - many Scots can't either.

...Oh all right I'll blog some stuff, seeing as I'm wandering about the house talking to myself - may as well pass on the annoying rambles.

I got new sneakers. I'm rather excited about them. Far more excited than any one person should be over a pair of running shoes, but I've never claimed normality.

I went to this great shop in Edinburgh called Run 4 it and they offer a full fitting service. It was this reason alone that I wanted to go there. I know my feet have gotten bigger over the years and I wanted to know exactly what size I am, although it turned out the guy who helped me, was good enough to eyeball my foot, touch my arches and know without bringing out a doohickey what size I needed. I had to walk back and forth a lot to demonstrate if I had a neutral gait or pronated. I am neutral which was a shocker as I have weak ankles and often it feels like my feet are all over the road when I run. He checked out the wear patterns on my current shoes and was shocked when I told them they were seven months old - he said they looked much older and worn for that. 10-12 miles running plus 12 miles walking pretty much all on my toes as the heel of my shoes are like new.

As it went, I'm definitely a 7.5UK/9.5US which is two sizes up from what I was ten years ago. According to my podiatrist (Not that she's mine really, I saw her once for a heel problem and that was the one and only time,) it's normal. I'm sure I've already talked about this before so you'll just have to nod and let me get on with it. He brought out about six or seven different brands of shoe for me to try and they were mostly not quite right; left foot slid about too much, foot felt too close to the ground, they rubbed the Achilles tendon. The guy (I didn't get his name, and I feel bad about that) finally brought me out a pair of Asics, "I'm up-specing on these but let's see." He seemed nervous. They were perfect. Right fit, right everything. I even liked the colour although I never give a shit what the shoes look like. (They're purple!) then he got a couple other pairs that weren't right and I said I wanted the Asics. Then he told me they were £98. Which I was ok with - I was there to get the right pair of shoes! He seemed nervous about giving me the information. I can imagine he'll have had a few folks in who baulk and offer abuse at being told the sneaks were £100I battled a bit with my frugal side where I could've gotten two pairs of the Saucony and all I needed was to wear two pairs of socks on my left foot but no; I got the Asics. Well, Husband bought them for me. He's so special.

I've never had such expensive shoes on my feet. I have found them a bit cheaper online, but the whole thing about this shop is to get the right shoe. The service is brilliant. Most of the time I buy my runners cheap in the online sales but there were so many brands I'd never heard of do I risk trying them, untried as it were? Now I know. Mizuno too wide and not cushy enough, Brooks too wide, Nike too long and high at the back, Reeboks suck all round so never even try, Adidas are brilliant, Saucony are never a disappointment. The Guy scoffed at New Balance.

I managed to find a different kind of Asics in the sales for £20

For fuck sake, can I waffle about the most mundane shit, or what? You see why I need a blog? Otherwise I'd have to dump this tedium on some poor unsuspecting soul here and who knows how they'd survive?!

I haven't run in them yet. I'm stuck in the house. I am wearing the sneakers, and my running bottoms, but a normal top. I'm like a kid in costume.

I baked muffins.
I've lost several wordtwist matches against Doug and I'm getting cranky.

My Mother-in-law gave me a large dinner service which was surprising. I normally don't accept things she offers (She's not often the giver but the lender) but this one felt different. It's an 8 person setting of plates, bowls, side plates, fish plates, tea cups and saucers with teapot, creamer and sugar bowl and a soup terrine, two vegetable platters. I think when she heard me excited about all the cabinet space I now had, she knew just to fill it up. They're a lovely design with pink lillies - which sounds awful but really they're nice. I asked if she was sure she didn't want to give it to either of her daughters, but she was pretty convincing it was for me. Now I just hope I don't drop any of it - which is why I have cheap grocery store bought plates. Remember that new set I bought in May? Two bits gone already. I was planning on a corelle set but since these fell into my lap, I'll just have to be more careful.

My Husband got a Rubic's cube for Christmas. He spent several hours on Youtube and VideoJug watching demonstrations on algorithmic solutions and them memorizing them. He now finds smug joy in asking the kids to mess up the cube and then he sits there and solves it again. He's like that. It's fun to watch him be proud of himself. I've got my cryptic crossword books and I feel great when I manage to solve one all on my lonesome and when I share, Husband throws his hands over his ears and doesn't want to hear them. He hates puns. Some clues can be racy too, here's one I found amusing: New York politician gets house for sex-mad woman (6). The first part of the clue is NY for New York, second part is MP for politician (Member of Parliament) You can either use the HO from House or call a sex-mad woman a HO, but she is also the definition in the clue. Either way you get your answer: NYMPHO. Here's another one; Busy Worker let out in car (6) Busy worker is a BEE, the word out is a pointer to an anagram, in this case let so we get a car: BEETLE. Most of the clues I'm hopelessly lost and have to peek at the answers, but I'm learning loads. See how Husband and I are alike? Except I'm not as useful, unless you happen to also like cryptics?

Have I spouted enough rubbish yet?? It's been percolating for ages and I really need to get it out.

I'm making stew for dinner.
There's still some candy left in the house and I hate every calorie of it.

uhm...I think I'm done?

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Christmas Eve, the real crazy day...

Because it's the day that I must run about and get everything ship-shape and gorgeous and dust free, clutter free and child-mark free before guests come tomorrow and I get to say "I'm sorry the house is such a mess," and they say "It looks great! I wish my house was as tidy," and we do preppy Ha ha ha's and then I serve food and drink and slip the kids a candy every so often to encourage good behaviour. Christmas Day, I must pull off a "Oh this Christmas stuff is so easy - why do folks fuss so?" and I can pull off the smugness of it. I relish the smugness of it. Even if no one gives a shit, I'll have the false security of the smugness.

Now, in all honesty, the cooking part is easy. Really I just stuff the food in the oven and it does all the hard work. All I have to do is set the timer and stack the cooking sheets just right to get them in the right order. I stand around looking bored most of the time which is probably a sign I should drink more but I should just come out the closet and admit I'm virtually teetotal. In all honesty, there's a bottle of open wine on my kitchen counter - very nice chianti - that's been there for over a week. I just forgot about it. I wish I could be that way about cookies.

I had doctor's appointment this morning because the throbbing left side of my face thing that's been going on for five weeks started to flare up again and I've finally given in and went to the doctor expecting to be told "You'll just have to wait it out, it's a virus, it'll run its course, sucks really but there's fuck all I can do, Merry Christmas!" but no! He looked in my ear and informed me I had a bunch of fluid built up in there - then invited the kids to have a look down my lughole which was just spiffing - prodded my sore, swollen neck and asked "Does that hurt?" as I suppressed a "Fuck Yah." and said "Uh-huh you can stop that now." to which he chuckled and asked me about my sputum. Ah the joys of being a GP, I'm glad I'll never have to ask someone about the colour and consistency of their sputum. How vile. But Dr. Phillips was jolly and kind and dispensed amoxicillin to me. You know I was depressed about that. Miserable about having to give in to a bunch of fucking unwanted bacterium squatting in my left sinus cavity. But they did start to give me pink-eye, so it had to be done. I lasted five weeks, and I think that makes me tough enough. I really just want to be well enough to get back to the gym - I miss running! and the weights and my friends and the tennis wall and the punching bag. *Sigh* A weeks' worth of antiB's will be worth getting back to my routine.

Weird thing though, the Dr's surgery was packed! I've not seen such crowds. It's as if everyone was in a panic that the doctors weren't going to be available tomorrow so they better stock up on the meds while they can. The queue at the pharmacy was even worse. I began to wonder if my amoxicillin was more of a party favor give away over at the clinic.

Today I'll defrost the turkey joint, make the Boston creme pie, and set up the rota for tomorrow. Clear the table and scrub it free of dried on cheerios and lentil soup, mop the floor, vacuum, dust (The kids will do that - they love it.) and shove all the books that are stacked about into the side table. I hide a lot in there...I should ferry most of what was stuffed in there when Mom came, into the recycling bin. Make more palmiers. I'm getting a bit tired of cooking, you know. I'm also tired of listening to Spongebob Squarepants and Lego Star Wars.

...I'll go make some tea first.

Sunday, December 21, 2008


My creation

I cheated to make this classic French biscuit. I use ready made, ready-rolled puff pastry because it's vegan friendly which means my daughter with the food allergies will be able to enjoy these.

I took a bowl and added a cup of granulated sugar, a tbs of cinnamon and a tbs of ground ginger. then I unrolled the pastry, lifted the pastry off the blue sheet and covered the sheet with half of the sugar. Put the pastry back on the sheet and put half of the remaining sugar across the top of the pastry. Use a rolling pin to gently roll the sugar into the pastry.

Begin to fol the pastry by folding the two long edges into the middle. then fold the two long edged into the middle again. Finally sprinkle the remaining sugar along the middle of this crease, and then fold over to have one long log.

Cut in 3/4 to one inch slices and rub the slices into the loose sugar to cover the cut edges, and then place on a baking sheet covered in baking parchment.

Put into a hot oven (450F/230C) for about 6-7 minutes or until the sugar has begun to brown and caramelise, then take them out of the oven and turn over. Put back into the oven and cook for a further 6 minutes or until equally brown.

Mine came out very well, but the ones in the corners of the baking sheet began to burn a little bit - but still edible. These took a total of 30 minutes to make. Brilliant, easy and good.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

I peed a little

It happens so rarely, that embarrassing moment when caught off guard by an enormous cough, sneeze or burst of hysterical laughter. At least with the hysterical laughter it makes it worth the changing of knickers. Today, this made me change my undies.

Oh Jared. Oh dear. Although no kohl for a change, which is nice.

(Although he was a dreamy gorgeous *high school boy* and I totally understood where Angela was coming from in her massive crush (That hair, those eyes the sad life you just wanted to hug and kiss away and run a finger over his lush eyebrows), I always had more of a thing for her. Claire Danes. She's...the One.)

Even clicking the link myself to check it works I'm laughing tears again.

Hey...did you ever notice Jared Leto is a clone of John Stamos?

90's Jared Leto80's John Stamos

You see it, right? I loved Blackie first it's got to be said. Wished he'd been my "Uncle Jesse", cor.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Where I Come Off Extra Bitchy...

...and like I hate Christmas and religion; again. I want you to know I write this as my kids are decorating their Christmas tree - go ahead and call me a hypocrite if you want to.

I got a turdmail today from a fairly reliable sender of turdmails. this isn't spam, it's first rate shit. Here's what I got exactly as I received it:

from CBS Sunday Morning (everyone should read!)

I can only hope we find God again before it is too late!!

The following was written by Ben Stein and recited by him on CBS Sunday Morning

My confession:

I am a Jew, and every single one of my ancestors was Jewish. And it does not bother me even a little bit when people call those beautiful lit up, bejeweled trees, Christmas trees.. I don't feel threatened. I don't feel discriminated against. That's what they are: Christmas trees.

It doesn't bother me a bit when people say, 'Merry Christmas' to me. I don't think they are slighting me or getting ready to put me in a ghetto. In fact, I kind of like it It shows that we are all brothers and sisters celebrating this happy time of year. It doesn't bother me at all that there is a manger scene on display at a key intersection near my beach house in Malibu. If people want a crèche, it's just as fine with me as is the Menorah a few hundred yards away.

I don't like getting pushed around for being a Jew, and I don't think Christians like getting pushed around for being Christians. I think people who believe in God are sick and tired of getting pushed around, period. I have no idea where the concept came from that America is an explicitly atheist country. I can't find it in the Constitution and I don't like it being shoved down my throat. Or maybe I can put it another way: where did the idea come from that we should worship celebrities and we aren't allowed to worship God as we understand Him? I guess that's a sign that I'm getting old, too. But there are a lot of us who are wondering where these celebrities came from and where the America we knew went to.

In light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different: This is not intended to be a joke; it's not funny, it's intended to get you thinking.

Billy Graham's daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and Jane Clayson asked her 'How could God let something like this happen?' (regarding Katrina) Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and insightful response. She said, 'I believe God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years we've been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government and to get out of our lives. And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has calmly backed out. How can we expect God to give us His blessing and His protection if we demand He leave us alone?'

In light of recent events... terrorists attack, school shootings, etc. I think it started when Madeleine Murray O'Hare (she was murdered, her body found a few years ago) complained she didn't want prayer in our schools, and we said OK. Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school. The Bible says thou shalt not kill, thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself. And we said OK.

Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they misbehave because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr Spock's son committed suicide). We said an expert should know what he's talking about. And we said OK.

Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves. Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I think it has a great deal to do with 'WE REAP WHAT WE SOW.'

Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says. Funny how you can send 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread like wildfire but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing. Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace.

Are you laughing yet?

Funny how when you forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it.Funny how we can be more worried about what other people think of us than what God thinks of us..

Pass it on if you think it has merit. If not then just discard it... no one will know you did. But, if you discard this thought process, don't sit back and complain about what bad shape the world is in.

My Best Regards, Honestly and respectfully,
Ben Stein

Fucking ridiculous. Insane to an extreme. I thought this has to be a complete steaming pile. I googled about and found that Mr. Stein does occasional video reports for CBS, and yet this one wasn't listed, not under the title "My Confession" so I then went to snopes. And, as expected, it is a steamer of the highest order. Snopes puts up a more accurate version, but you can still the original on CBS's website here.

So you tell me which sick twat thought it would be a good idea to go twisting up lies and spreading hate in a "Yay God!" email? You do know God hates folks who lie, right? And don't tell me none of what's in the email isn't a lie - that entire bit about Dr. Spock is the biggest heap in there. Dr. Spock's sons are both alive. He did lose his grandson to suicide, which is also covered in Snopes.

Let's add in some more christian paranoia with the mention of Madelyn O'Hair, as she's certainly not the cause for terrorism and to insinuate that 9/11 was caused because there's no prayer in schools is just fucked up. "We couldn't pray enough so those Muslims attacked us. See, prayer creates an impenetrable bubble around the whole USA that is stronger the more we pray and would've kept those planes away from New York. Shame we couldn't pray in school because everyone knows the prayers from children are the most pure." The terrorists had prayer in school and it didn't stop them.

Then we move on to Katrina and Anne Graham Lotz, where she originally made that quote in 2001 in questions about how could 9/11 happen, not Katrina. Also, she says that God is angry about 9/11, not "Deeply saddened" and I have to wonder what kind of person she is to know the inner feelings of an all powerful being? Who can know what God's thinking. As an Atheist, I could really care less. The issues are all political for me and the men who flew those planes for Al Queada were puppets and fools of a bigger greed and were persuaded and seduced by twisted religious faith to commit those terrorist acts, as a whole bunch of black-eyed virgins in the afterlife are a big allure.

Then the other random bullshit that drips from this piffle:

"Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves. Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I think it has a great deal to do with 'WE REAP WHAT WE SOW.'"

Absolutely! If we don't beat our kids often, then how can we possibly teach them about love, acceptance, humility and morality. I mean really. Obviously none of those folks in prison ever got a right good beating as a child and now look where's it gotten them! A smack says "I Love You".

Are you laughing yet?

Most definitely. And finally I'd like to address the shit nugget from Mr. Stein himself, "I think people who believe in God are sick and tired of getting pushed around, period. I have no idea where the concept came from that America is an explicitly atheist country. I can't find it in the Constitution and I don't like it being shoved down my throat."

I have no idea where you got it that America is an Atheist country either. Where did you get that, Ben? Because there is the freedom of religion, the fact the country was originally populated by very spiritual people who were then killed and forced off their land by another group of religious people who were escaping from religious persecution in their home country. That makes America more of a racist and intolerant country. I think when religious groups go out of their way to harass big chain stores about their lack of Christmas marketing it's sending a message loud and true that America isn't Atheist. Not one bit. Racist and intolerant - yes. You think those who believe in God have it tough - try not believing and see what that gets you. If anything, America could do with a big dose of Atheism, or Reality as I like to call it. Then again, here I am offering reality tablets to the man who made the movie Expelled. Get your gas-mask on, for the methane coming off of that production will kill you.

I'm sending a request back to the sender of this turdmail to remove me from their mail list. I've had enough. With this kind of rubbish and the extremely racist anti-Obama crap they send my way I've had enough. Glowing examples of ignorance and a method to measure my own beliefs against, yes, it's just saddens me to believe that there are people who take so much pleasure in words so wicked, and sadly they call themselves Christians.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

I don't eat fast food...


And the Burger King is Freaking me out!!

He's got his own perfume now. "Behold the scent of seduction, with a hint of flame broiled meat." oi vey.

it's True.

Go see.


Monday, December 15, 2008

Don't Let The Fuckers Tear You Down!

First off there's this:

That's my Husband.

Secondly I'm mighty pissed off because you know how i had the mouse problem? Well it's done now - they're all dead! We danced merrily when the nights were once again silent. So the job was signed off by Mark the Gothic-Romantic pest control officer - I did explain that Mark was a bit G-R didn't I? I mentioned that when I asked him how the poison would work, he told me "Well they'll come and eat until their bellies are nice and full. Then they'll go back to their warm nest, preen themselves, fall asleep and die peacefully in their sleep." When really I wanted to know if I was going to find little rotting corpses all over the garage or attic.When I mentioned that they were playing frisbee in the attic he told me it was most likely "Death throws, and they can go on for a while." But then once I told him to cut it out with the pacifying the pacifist crap he told me straight. He cracked me up. So anyway, Mark closed off the case and I waited for the bill to come, anticipating a £200+ bill for the four call outs. The bill arrived on Saturday and was for the measly sum of £40.41 for which I am psyched. Then I get a letter today saying that I'm in arrears on the £40.41 and may be taken to court! Some dipshit got their dates mixed up, saying the call was closed on 20th November when that was when I made my first inquiry, and I had to spend time on the phone - not a free call either! - to explain that they'd fucked up and I better not get any crap from them or their debt collectors.

I already had a fucking heart attack when I got an email from paypal saying the online Japanese classes I used last year, but not very happy about, was renewing my subscription and taking £123 from my bank account. You fucking well aren't taking £123 from my bank account two weeks before Christmas!! I canceled the subscription - which I didn't know was one of those auto renew with no warning SCAMS! They are a scam. If I want it to continue I'd bloody well renew it myself, thank you very much. Otherwise it should lapse and be forgotten. I've been stalking my bank account all day waiting to see if the bastards action the withdrawal. I've sent scathing emails and actioned a complaint on paypal.

I just don't need this kind of bollocks right now. I don't need any bollocks just now. Or ever, really.

Sassy has entered puberty. I'll not go into the details but we'll leave it at "budding" and she's seeing the doctor on Thursday to quell her anxiety over the "budding". Considering her mother's extensive buds, it's not really unexpected.

It's nearly 8pm. I'm a bit knackered and I still didn't get to do my review of Delicious by Sherry Thomas which I loved! Loved it! It made my weekend, even if I had no frigging clue what was going on for the first 120 pages and I kept saying to the book "Yes I know you're trying to be all sly and coy and sneaky and make me try and figure it out but you're becoming annoying now so just get on with it already!" But all is forgiven after the second bathroom scene. The first one was funny but the second one was hot! I may re-read this just to re-experience the first 120pages with the knowledge and maybe it won't prickle so much. But get it if you like sexy romances. Get it get it get it! Thanks JMC!

I'm checking the online banking again...

Friday, December 12, 2008

Bad News is Good News

The bad news is Sun Microsystems is to close its manufacturing operations in Scotland. That's where Husband works. The whole manufacturing structure is to be run out of Hillsboro Oregon. It's very likely he'll work out the next five months and then be made redundant. The good news is, the severance pay will be extremely useful in our moving plans. That's the hope after all.

Although, this is a dumb move for Sun, isn't it always the way that the people of the company can see the right way forward but the bureaucrats can only see figures? Doesn't Sun see it's creating a huge problem with an already tarnished reputation by pulling manufacturing and support for it's European customers away to America? But what do they care about the longevity of the brand - it's about the Now that matters. Make the stockholders happy, make the magazines write good things and then we'll worry about the customer later; it's not like they're important or anything.

What saddens me about this, and it's not just Sun, it's most companies that follow this pattern, and there are far too many, is the amount of genuinely devoted employees who are determined to see the company succeed, determined to raise the brand and do everything they can to make a them successful and they still don't figure into the finances. Devotion isn't rewarded. Ideas aren't rewarded. Dickheads are - those managers who are more then happy to cut for the favourable report, but these companies have lost their soul, drive and passion for their work and are merely creating the path to their own downfall. The customer doesn't matter, the product's quality doesn't matter: it's all about the accounts. When you have a successful brand and product, you don't scale back the talent that brought you there. They also don't seem to be listening to the current demands and updating or re-working their product to fit that demand. It's lunacy. They seem pretty determined to go down in flames, and blame the staff for it. Sun: don't cull the talent, just make a better product.
And have a better after sales service, too. I may not have a business degree, but if you're not offering the best product and the best service then you can't even compete. HP have been kicking your asses since the bubble burst and you're still in the corner scratching your arses.

Husband is a devoted guy who wants to see his company succeed, but they don't want him and it's their loss. He's not the Captain, he can jump ship without any guilt. (Although, if you know my Husband, you'll know there's always a line of guilt, and it's endearing that he cares so much.)

We're lucky in that we have a plan. Others may be taken by surprise, but technology is like this and everyone who works in a tech company should have a serious back-up plan for this kind of thing. At least in the UK you can't walk into work and be handed a pink slip and then escorted out of your office by guards. Thanks, now fuck off you scum. I don't know how companies can get away with that in America. Which is why the thought of moving to Hillsboro is laughable. No way.

So we're taking this as Fate talking to us, pushing us along, giving us a sign that this is the right way for us to go. Let's get our fingers out and start making the dream come true.

We're listening! And we're very excited.

(To any Sun folks reading this - my opinion does not reflect my Husband's opinion. You want to know what he thinks, go ask him. He's partial to sweets and strong black coffee.)

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Where I come across a bit bitchy...

Because I just am today. All right? If not, then tough shit. I just am.

First off I want to tell Oprah to fuck off. Seriously, how many years have we had to endure this egomaniac and her weight issues? Fucking narcissist. So she's over 200lbs again - so fucking what? Now we'll have to suffer through her new enlightenment about her weight gain/loss issues. I know how she gained weight; she stopped working out as much and gave up the strict diet her trainer had put her on. Duh. Not a mystery. It's what happens to millions all over the world. Don't moan about it, don't carry on with the woe is me and begging for attention. If it bugs you then go back to the restrictive lifestyle that previously did the trick. Or you could get some sense and try not giving a shit anymore. It's not like you're keeping slim for Stedman any more. Didn't Stedman end up being gay? I'm sure I read that, which made me a bit annoyed but then I remembered I didn't give a shit about Oprah and her parasitic friends. So here's the thing; Oprah and her fat butt can fuck off. It's all a publicity stunt and quite honestly, no one should care.

I have a cold. Again. Damn fucking head colds! AND I just got the samples of perfume from Michael Storer and I can't even smell them. Well that's a lie because they are all EDP and I can smell them even through the stuffed nose but I can't smell them properly which annoys the tits off me. Also I got my period about 20 minutes ago. Which doesn't annoy me as it was expected but really - a cold and my period all at once is just cruel. Sense of smell is heightened during menstruation and ovulation so right now would be the best time to try out these scents to see if they make me ill or I love them to their every chemical component. But I can't smell them! AND it's not like I can make a no kissing or hugging the kids rule, because you know and I know it's those little snot wipers who keep bringing the germs into the house, as that would be neglectful and I'm not a neglectful parent.

Currently loving the radio stations on iTunes. I don't know why I never dallied with them before! You bastards never told me! The alternative stations are great and I even spent a wee bit of time listening to my old favourite, WBCN Boston, but then I realized I was listening to ACDC and thought WTF?! and tuned off and in to KRock-2 in NY and love it! Love it to bits. Where's WBRU though?! Not in alternative, not in college radio, so where is it?! Fucking travesty to not have WBRU. Even worse if it went tits up.

I have no appetite. Don't want to eat - so not like me. So I know this is a serious bug. To take my appetite away is some real nasty. I brought sandwiches to my labour suite. They confiscated them, the bitches, because if I needed an emergency cesarean it's better on an empty stomach. Did they take them out of the room though - No. I had to look at them between contractions, starving and ready to hop off the table and go feral on those sandwiches. (I make nice sandwiches!) Nine hours of labour will do that to a woman. I've had a few nibbles here and there but mostly I've had tea and cups of this Korean chili miso soup I got from Japan Centre. Brilliant stuff. Can't taste it but it stings a bit going down so at the very least chili is something I can experience. That's what fucking Oprah needs! She needs to have her sense of taste and smell removed and then give her high doses of caffeine. She'll not eat and have energy to exercise. A diet of antiseptic cough lozenges and espresso. Seriously, I should patent that.

I just want to sit here, crouched like Snoopy The Vulture, over my keyboard, Depeche Mode in my ears and not have the rest of the world interfere. But eventually, someone wants me. This time, Shorty wants me to help her get into her dragon costume. She had her Christmas concert this morning at school which was great fun to attend. I love seeing the wee kids all singing at different times, one shouts the loudest, one dances the craziest and they all look in different directions or wave at their own parent or pick their nose as if no one else is around. They were wonderful. Shorty was a Christmas tree. She's currently covered in glitter and dressed like a dragon.
Grrr!Grrr...wait what's on the telly.

Forgot to take the macro lens off the end of the camera first. Fuck it.

Can't stop peeing. If I didn't have my period I'd be wondering if I was pregnant.

I think I'm done now. I may be back later with more to complain about.

Husband has had bad/good news from work. I'll make him an apple pie. Damn this period or I could've given sex too but apple pie will have to suffice.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Aren't they cute...

...when they sneak on my computer while I'm making breakfast in the kitchen? Mommy's computer! Get back!

The kids love photo booth

Monkeys. I love them.

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

The pain in my face is coming back. I'm rather annoyed about it. I hope it doesn't turn into the clamping of the muscles down my left side like it did the other week, but I'm seriously fed up with it. It must be something setting it off. A friend recently talked about similar symptoms and it turned out to be dust motes. I have plenty of dust, but not the musty kind. More the free and fluffy kind. Vacuuming doesn't set it off. I don't really know what sets it off. But it starts with a soreness on my tongue like it's swollen, moves to the left tonsil, then the ear gets a bit tender and finally the sinus pain. Sounds like a food allergy, huh? Why it only affects the left side of my head I don't understand. Anyways...

I've been reading more and still working on the cryptic crosswords. I'm in no way a super sleuth, but I think I'm better. If I can get four or five answers in the daily paper I'm happy. After writing that I went to Amazon and bought a couple of "how to" and easy break me in cryptic crossword books. I'm such a geek - love me.

I've spent a small fortune on Amazon today between my humble crossords and the pile of treats for Husband and Sassyface. That's all I can say. And a new chopping board as mine has split. And some new shirts for Shorty as she's suddenly grown out of the ones I bought her in September or they shrank but I'm going with mutant growing child - two inches since May and she's all arms and legs.

I'm colouring my hair. Those pesky greys at my left temple are so determined! So I don't think I can do the dark brown anymore. I'm having to move up the colour scale to a lighter brown. Light frosted brown to be exact. *shrug* I'll probably end up with light roots and dark ends; it always happens that way. Also, perhaps colouring my hair while having this face ache isn't a good idea. Although I did find the cause and now feel better - there was a green sporing orange in the bottom of the fruit bowl. I don't know how it got there as I keep oranges separate from the other fruits in the fruit bowl for exactly that reason. Fucking manky thing. I hope that's all it was.

I finished reading Mary Balough's The Ideal Wife. I'm not impressed. In fact I'm quite peturbed. She completely chickened out of the big confrontation with the antagonist. I was all geared up for a united front of a confrontation and what does the annoying heroine do? She says "No please we can't go in there - let's go home instead." Huh?! You can't run away! Gee whizz what a swizz. I put up with her rambling on and on because she's obviously kissed the blarney and her husband who only married her so his Mom wouldn't force him to marry some Deb, is all "Ok honey. I love you and I hope you'll tell me the same thing some day soon because you're breaking my heart here." Grrrr. I feel cheated. I want the fight! Who cares that big secret is such a let down, I wanted to see Stepmom put in her place. And these little sisters that were the whole reason for the Stepmom's blackmail (Pay me tons of cash and I'll disappear and you can raise my children.) NEVER Show. Never ever. No cute wee sisters flouncing about telling Perfect Abigail how wonderful she is. Nope they stay in Bath the whole time. Whoever edited this needs a strip torn off them. So apprently, this was originally written in 1991 and I've got the reissue edition. Why didn't the reissue have the missing chapters? Come on - there had to be a confrontation that somehow was cut out - this couldn't have been the whole book. Also the Hero falls asleep after sex and that is romance novel heresy!

Husband is home with the drugs. laterbye.

Friday, December 05, 2008

Are we normal again, yet?

Getting there maybe. Husband is home and there are remnants of his presence left everywhere. He will protest quite vehemently that he isn't messy, but when the amount of dirty dishes doubled, no spoons left in the cutlery drawer, a pile of possibly dirty- possibly next day wearable clothes at the foot of the bed and the shelf in the bathroom covered in manstuff, he's not invisible.

I go some of my perfume samples from Les Scentures yesterday and that's exciting! So far I like the smell of the caps on all of them, but I'll have to give each a try over the next couple weeks.

Today I tried Musc Maori by Parfumerie Generale, and doesn't that sound like a dark heady scent? Maori musk. I had images of the New Zealand Rugby team doing their Haka. Can you imagine the energy, strength, determination, intimidation and tension of those moments captured in a scent? I was very interested in this, it must be powerful scent. Well it's not. Not even a little bit. In fact when I first smelled it I said "It's a toffee." and for the first few moments I did smell like a fresh, hot buttery sweet toffee. Ever melt butter in a pan with sugar and vanilla? Go do that now and then you'll know how I smelled when I first applied this. Then after a few moments it mellowed and turned into eggnog. Gently spiced, very yummy, but still eggnog. An hour after I applied it, it softened further into a fairly generic vanilla powdered musk scent and it's lingered about like that for the rest of the day. It pretty much disappeared six hours later where I'm left smelling only faintly of vanilla sugar cookie. The musk is very light and more the white musk than animalic. Even now, it's evaporated off my skin but a bit still clings to my sweater's cuff, it's creamy vanilla. So any New Zealanders reading this want to explain to me why Maoris smell of sugar cookies? Just doesn't fit the image I had in my head. Maybe there's a Women's Rugby team in New Zealand and they smell of home baking?

I'm trying to teach myself how to do cryptic crosswords. I've always avoided them because, dammit they're weird! But I must not fear the weird. It's just that every question is a puzzle in itself and if you don't know how to solve them you're pretty much buggered. Even with some help, it's still hard. I've bought a newspaper each day and done as much as I can - not much, but the answers are in the following day so I can finish with a cheat sheet. So I've been learning that a lot of them are anagrams, or the answer is hidden in the clue but others are like any crossword clue; the maker pulled the answer out of his ass.

I've not heard mice for two nights running. Tuesday night I only head the faintest of gnawing but nothing that kept me up. I don't want to jinx it, but I think they're finally gone. I'll have Husband take me to the hardware store to get some traps so if they come back while he's away again I'll be able to set up the ladder and take of it myself and not pay £45 per call out for the exterminator. Although the thought of teetering at the top of a ladder at the top of a flight of stairs doesn't appeal.

The kids keep asking me to bake cookies, any recipes you guys want to recommend?

OH! I'm very excited about the upcoming Christmas special blogbook:


Aren't you all-a-tingle in anticipation?!

Monday, December 01, 2008

Jolea told me too.

Jolea said everyone should put their iPods on shuffle and list the first ten songs that come up. So here goes...

1. The Icicle Works - Love is A Wonderful Color

2. Fields of Nephilium - Moonchild

3. Luther Vandross - Never Too Much (From the Grand Theft Auto Vice City collection) Skipped.

4. The Damned - Eloise

5. The Violent Femmes - Blister in The Sun

6. Julian Cope - World Shut Your Mouth Hump that mic you scary bird man.

7. Westworld - Sonic Boom Boy

8. ELO - Four Little Diamonds

9. Siouxie and The Banshees - Happy House

10. Bauhaus - Ziggy Stardust

Apparently I have way too much 80's music on my iPod. Why it didn't pick up any of the gym pod tunes I don't know, but that's what you get. 80's saturation. Wait...why is it only giving me 80's tunes? Fuck - no wonder, it's on the 80's playlist. Let's get off the playlist and try again...

1. Fair - Ben Folds Five

2. Feng Shui - Gnarls Barkley

3. Oliver's Army - Elvis Costello

4. See You In The Morning - Mint Royale (Can't find the track so listen to Blue Song instead. No wait! Try Show Me! Why not just buy the CD and enjoy them all. I adore Mint Royale.)

5. We Belong - Pat Benatar

6. Oily Water - Blur This one bugs me as it always makes me think the battery's running flat.

7. Lime House - The Breeders

8. Me & Mr. Jones (Fuckery) - Amy Winehouse

9. Racine - Buffalo Tom

10. I'm Not Dead - Pink

I know for a fact no one is going to listen to all of those but I was a bit bored this morning and really didn't want to wash the dishes and strip the beds so it was a suitable procrastination. However it's done now so on with the dishpan hands.

Girl Crush

She's fabulous. This is on my wish list. If Santa fails he'll get a kick in the balls. At the least a mouse in his grog.

Her video dedicated to Sarah Palin

Oh, okay one more because I feel this one closely.

Cry for help...

I sent another message to the council's pest control:

I am currently being assisted by one of your pest control officers. He was out on Thursday afternoon and put seed traps in the attic. There has been constant activity up there since, I'm sure they are playing frisbee with the feed bowls. Can it be arranged for the Officer to come out ASAP as I'm convinced the attic traps have not worked. I've had to sleep on the inflatable bed in the living room for the past two nights as the noise is too disturbing. I look forward to hearing from you.

Thank you very much.


The Supreme Goddess of Rodent Central.

Oh, yes I did. It really was that bad last night. They were dragging something across the floor, skipping and jumping around it, they'd scurry to the front of the house if I banged the wall and then would have a wrestle and return to whatever it was they were dragging about with added digging and gnawing. I realised last night, my attic is floored. All this time I thought it was just beams and insulation. I may have to ordere another aerobed because Husband comes home tomorrow and we'll never be comfortable on the double bed together. It;s going to be awful. He'll probably get the bed and I'll be stuck with the beasties.

It's winter, there's a dusting of snow. I'm sure after a few weeks of this I'll turn into Jack Torrance.