House hunting!

 Me, mum and robin went over to visit Marie's today :)
She's recently bought a cute little kitten from Martin's pet shop in town, and she's so cute! Her names Precious and shes all black :)
 Me and Robin we're teasing her a bit with a laser pen, since cats, have a thing for running around after things looking stupid :D Although, she is a bit shy still.. well I don't blame her! 3 new scary looking strangers wander into her new home wanting to pick her up must be scary for a little kitten ^^


Anywho, she made us a cuppa and offered some mince pies that she baked herself (they we're nice, I may have some competition!) and she gave me and my mum a Christmas present :)
 Marie lives in a one bedroom apartment over in kingswood, and it's really nice. Hers is on the first floor, and it's just the right size. After she mentioned the fact that there was quite a few empty apartments now, above and below her, it started us thinking about looking into them.
 When I got back home, I grabbed my lappytop and googled it! There was a few, like she said, available - 2 one bedroom apartments and a two bedroom. The one bedroom apartments we're £350pcm, and the two bedrooms for only an extra £25pcm. Nice!


 The area isn't too bad either. We would be living close to someone we know (Marie!), just around the corner is some shops; a newsagents, hairdressers, takeaways! And just down the road is Aldi :)


 Having our own place would be awesome, and living not even 5 minutes away from my mum and nan is definately a bonus! Even though there is a lot to give out when having your own home, such as bills, house upkeep, doing your own laundry even! It still doesn't out-weigh having your own space :) And besides, I wouldn't mind doing my own laundry! :D


 Plus, when me and Robin are stable enough with the bills etc, we can look into getting a cat!! Oh yes, obtaining a lovely feline friend to mope around the house would be aweesoooome! Any specific cat I hear you say? Yes! A fat ginger one :D maybe one that looks like a tiger or something :o
 Can't find a fat cat? Feed it moar! There's no better house pet then a fat lazy ginger cat that doesn't care if you pick it up and fuss it, or even poke it a little ^^
 Like these!:

Who doesn't want one like these? :D

Sunday morning rain is falling...

...Steel some cover, share some skin.. Maroon 5 :)



Anyway, back to the point!


 Sundays.. Oh, how I dislike them. A miserably cold, dark morning start at the apparently reasonable time of 5:45am and trying to fight the powerful temptation of just getting back under the covers and telling yourself it's already Monday until you fall back asleep.
 The second hardest part is leaving the house that's only just beginning to warm up as the heating ticks itself on. Going outside in the incredibly fresh.. scrap that.. *freezing(!) air, and having to scrape the clingy frost off from your car windscreen.
 Poor little Betty (my car) has had trouble recently when starting up, she flakes out and resets and throws a hissy fit. So I either stick it out and wait until shes ready to start, or I go in my mums car! ^^
 This morning I just knew she wasn't going to have any of it, especially when I ventured outside to go to work and seen her caked in a little frosted tomb! So we took mum's :)


 I hate when you have to sit in a cold car, on a cold winters morning and wait for the engine to heat up to give you some warm air through the AC.. What's worse is when it's just got lovely and warm, coincidentally, at the exact time you pull up at work.. so it's back to freezing my ass off and start cooking! And you know, the heat in the kitchen just doesn't match up to the kind of warmth you get when your sitting at home, chilling, watching other people freeze outside!


 Evil? No! They probably do the same to me when I'm dragging my ass outside to scrape off some frost at 6am!


 Oh and by the way.. I have company.


 Not the kind you invite into your home, offer a warm cuppa and a biscuit and chat about the latest shit on the telly. Oh no. This one is all but pleasant.. A spot! And a pretty huge one aswell :(


 Currently residing on my face. Yes, John, if your reading this, your most likely filled with joy knowing I'm walking around somewhere in public with a second head on my face! And it just so happened to conjure itself in the perfect viewing point on my cheek this morning where i had to spend a joyful 9 hours with work colleagues all pointing and laughing!
 I wasn't unknown for the jokes.. as my mum gladly demonstrated a good handful - Robin too!
 I tried to cover it! Of course I tried, but a spot of this size wasn't coverable! I took a handy little bottle of E45 cream with me to work, and kept lashing bucket loads on, but It just made it worse.. much worse :(
 So Mum had some sort of demented epiphany of putting salt on it.. so like a daughter does, I took her motherly, years-of-knowledgeable advice, and applied some salt to my face.. that bastard stung like a son of a bitch!


 At this point, I am not only fully ashamed to be out in public with this second head freely growing on my face, but I'm also at work, with nowhere to hide, in pain because this thing is stinging it's way through my flesh, and awkwardly sitting there with a large helping of salt just residing on my face..


 Oh how I love Sundays :)

What a rubbish day..

Today I had work.
I usually have work Saturday and Sunday, and bake for the restaurant at home.


It started off as a usual Saturday morning. Got up, had breakfast (I don't usually have breakfast, but my mum got in those crunchy nut bites with nuts and caramel that i looooooove :D), took my choccy out of todays advent calendar door and left for work.


Thursday and Friday I was asked to come into work because one of the chefs wanted them days off for his birthday, but where I usually park up the side of the restaurant, some builders were doing some work on the bank building on the other side, so they blocked it off. Which left me having to park in the shopping centers multi-storey car-park.


I was not at all pleased (mainly because I have to pay for a ticket and I have further to walk! Oh noes!)


Today was the same - I arrived at work, and there was the same builders doing the same old non-working-multiple-tea-break kinda work with the barriers blocking my path.. Off to the multi-storey!


Due to it being Saturday (and 10:30am) the car-park was full, and there was a queue waiting to enter - this added to my already annoyed attitude; First I can't park right beside my place of work, then I have to queue for 10 minutes and all the time thinking I also have to pay for this!


Eventually I grabbed my ticket and drove in.. Now the 3rd level was where I wanted to park as it's where you can just walk straight into the shopping center without taking stairs of lifts, but just as I drove up the steep ramp leading to the 3rd level, the car infront of me suddenly decides to stop, therefore I break too.


This caused problems for me..


I have a 2002 fiat punto. It's not an old banger, but it's also not the latest model, so poor old Betty (as i've named her :)) has some trouble getting up steep hills without a lot of momentum.


I'm stuck right on the hill, the car infront of me has already drove off, probably feeling happily successful knowing the car behind him (me) is now stuck (bastard!).


I crank my hand-break right up, rev the shit out of Betty, slowly release the hand-break in attempt to get her up this damn ramp.. She starts sliding back.


So I try again, and yet again she slides back a little.. each time I have to quickly crank my hand-break back on due to the arse behind me being right up my cars arse!


I start panicking, and I can feel the two dudes in the car behind me laughing away and mocking my driving skills (as men do).


I know I wont make it, so i tell them to reverse so atleast I can get some momentum to actually make it - I start slowly going back but they wont move!
So I wind my window down and tell the two cars behind me to move, but all they do in return is whine at my driving.. At this point i'm filling with anger and embarrassment :(


They eventually slowly move their asses back a bit and gave me enough space (not a lot of it I will add!) to rev little Betty enough to get her to the top! Of course, the lads in the car behind start yelling "Oh for god sake!" because they must have thought I just wanted to leave!


Pah!


So nieve!


Even though I made it up and managed to find a space, I sat in my car for a little while feeling stupid, embarrassed, and just wanted to cry :(
Why do people just feel the need to make people, who are clearly in need of help, feel like crap?
If this happened 20 years ago, people would get out of their car and help them out, doing their 'good deed for the day' an' all that.
But no.


What also dawned on me when I got out of the car, was I had to somehow try and carry 2 big chocolate tins and 4 smaller plastic tubs filled with mince pies on my own! *sigh!*


On my way down the escalators (or struggling down the escalators!) I happened to see the two lads that we're yelling abuse at me in the car-park. They we're just 2 people infront of me... I've never been filled with the urge to throw heavy tins of mince pies at someone before!


But I guess today wasn't my day.


I know good ol' karma will singe their asses for me someday :D

Christmas and Dieting do NOT go hand in hand!

December, hands down, must be the worst month ever to contemplate dieting.
I've tried it many times, and the results have all failed, now my method involves just cutting down and out of the crap (captain obvious!).


Simple enough? Your having a giraffe!


December involves the intense passive persuasion of mince pie munching, treating yourself to more than 'the-odd-one' takeaway and being shot down by every form of chocolate consumption: Hot chocolate drinks for the cold winter evenings, little chocolate treats in your advent calenders, big tins of chocolates to have around the house for guests (Ha! yea.. for the guests.. *munch*) and the average little chocolate indulgences: Chocolate milkshakes, chocolate cakes, choc chip cookies... it's madness I tell you! MADNESS!


...Yea...


But what is it that makes us crave so much crap in the winter? Are we feeling like animals preparing to hibernate? If so, we're a little late!
Do we feel like we should be eating all these 'seasonal' indulgences just because it's Christmas? That it's some form of unconscious 'peer-pressure' - if everyone's doing it, so shall I! Maybe we feel like we need to treat ourselves from the all-year-round dieting and weight watching, that we can let loose in December because we deserve it. Or maybe it's a way of 'cheering' us up in the miserable, cold, dark mornings and the early cold, dark nights that make us feel like comfort eating.


Who knows?!


So, planning to take it easy and lay low until the season passes, then look out fruit and flavourless salads, ima coming!

Fishy Aquatics!

So me and Robin eventually took that trip to Dobbies.
After we browsed some christmas decorations for our awesome 3ft tree, we thought we'd visit the pets :)
As we found, Dobbies has some wierd, but cool looking fish :)

Really liked the look of the corals in this fish tank :)

Can you find the frog? ^^

This fish looks pretty awesome :)

Turtle!

Not quite sure about this one, still interesting though :)

Then we found some other pets!

This hamster was awesome! THAT awesome that he even high-fived me :)

I shall call him!: Glen :D

Oh, and this bird looked cool too :)

He was the only one in the cage with those colourings.

When I first saw him, he looked only pure white, then when he flew off he had a hint of yellow in his feathers, but this picture seemed to give him some added tints! Very photogenic :)

I so wanted to take Glen home :D But Robin pulled me away before I got too attached :(

Still gave him a name tho ;) Muahaha!

Glen, I'll be back!

Running the tempers

How can people act the way they do sometimes?

Why are people spiteful, selfish, rude.. ?

Sometimes people just like to pull at your temper, see how far they can push you before you finally flip out.

A guy who deliberately pulls out infront of you, despite it being your right of way.

Seeing someone speed up to get through the one way chicanes seconds before you get there, even though they have to stop for you.

A dude who decides they can just make up their own queue in a store, even though you've been queuing for 10 minutes because a slow-ass cashier suddenly decides today's the day they will attempt to annoy every customer, and when it's your turn, the guy with the new queuing system pushes in before you.

People who do NOT know how indicators work on their motor vehicles!

15 year old lads who think it's great to jump start and rev their ways around the local fields at 2:00am on someones motorbike/ped that someone has spent their hard earned cash on finally treating themselves to their luxury form of transport, or even that their parents have finally saved up to buy for their child on a birthday - instead they decide to ruin peoples lives and use their time, not by contributing themselves to society, but by stealing something that isn't theirs, playing around on it for one night and throwing it in a fire in attempt to burn away their guilt.

Guilt can't be burned.

There's more..

How can someone possibly feel that they can play god in someones life when it takes a turn for the worst? Why do they suddenly feel that they are in charge of what happens to them after they have gone? Why do they think they have a right to stop concerned neighbours, old friends even, from visiting the hospital bed of a seriously ill individual who would want nothing more at that time to see a friendly face.. a bit of kind company..

The worst thing of all, this person was their daughter.. their daughter stopped people from visiting her mother whilst she was on her deathbed. She didn't get to see a friendly face before she unfortunately passed away, she didn't even know her daughter was doing this..

This person even thinks they have the right to phone people up and have a go at them just for getting in touch with their siblings to see how their sick neighbour is recovering in hospital.

After all of that, just before they leave in their car after strip-searching their mothers house for any valuables, they happily wave along to the neighbour who they recently trashed talked and stopped their mother from saying some final things to an old friend.

Do these people not have any morals? No guilt? No conscience? No voice in the back of their spiteful-ridden minds telling them they're taking it too far?

People can't be perfect, but surely by that age they should know the difference between doing what's right, and what's most definitely god damn selfish.

Whilst I'm ranting on, here's a list of other things I hate!

-Women who let their 12 year old daughters stroll around town in their 3" heels that you can tell are killing their feet, but they think they look so damn cool!

-People who let a young baby cry and cry and cry in the middle of a restaurant and don't do a thing about it but ignore them.. so what, you forgot your in a restaurant surrounded by a lot of people trying to eat their dinner without a side-order of screaming baby?

-Justin Bieber (just because)

-People in supermarkets who can tell that your in a rush and trying to get past them but decide to take it nice and slow

-Wackey waving inflatable arm-flailing tube men.

-Spiders who just appear on your wall and act like they pay rent

-People who just can't park close enough to your drivers side door in a supermarket car park

-When your toaster just isn't deep enough to fully toast the entire sides of the bread, so you have to flip it and toast it some more..

-Milk that still has 1 day left before it goes mardy and turns to cheese, but has already acquired that dodgy scent

-having to touch the piece of cutlery that was used to butter something, but has butter also on the handle

-the word moist

'Tis the season and all!

It's December! And what a festive first day of the month it's been :)
We decided to put up our crimbo decorations today, dragged them out of the shed in ancient ready-to-decompose boxes, however, the living room looks stunning, thanks to the teamwork of Mum and Robin :D
Even though I was busy making mince pies and cupcakes in the kitchen, I felt the festivity! (Of course I did, I was making mince pies :D)


Me and Robin also put up our first Christmas tree! It's only a mere height of 3ft, and small enough to be placed on a table next to the telly, but it's still a tree ^^
Although, we did have to pinch a few decorations from my mums tree in the house :P (since ours is in the conservatory and has only a small handful of microscopic lights on).

(note the dodgy ribbon bow, good improv on my point) :D

Also, due to using some leftover tree decorations, our tree is consumed in pure red! (or in other words, the decorations nobody else wanted), therefore, I plan to make a trip to Dobbies!


But, a garden center I hear you ask? Indeed, every year this place has a gorgeous selection of crimbo decorations, and since I think decorating a Christmas tree in the same old usual 'attire' if you will, is incredibly boring, I would love to see more 'vintage' pieces, or even the more unusual stuff - but not too weird :P It is still Christmas after all!

It made me use google! And after a quick search, I found some quite interesting controversial pictures of your average Christmas Tree:

The worlds Most expensive apparently ^

Some say cute, I say slightly depressive :P

Kinda weird, huh?


Although, the ultimate christmas tree goes too.. (as far as i've seen!):

Ooh the room for pressies! :D