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Yay! my cushions are finally sellling ^_^ I finally got permission to post about them on a forum I'm on, on I think Wednesday, and I've already got orders for 5 o_O Only problem is that my pot pourri just doesn't want to take on the scent so that at the moment, my cinnamon smells like cloves and nutmeg, my vanilla smells like buttercream (which is ok since buttercream's yummy), my lavender smells like lavender (SUCCESS!) and my rose smells like a pile of fresh cut grass and dahlias. I'm currently overloading it with rose oil and then I'm going to bake it a bit to dry it out, see if that draws out the scent a little (as it would appear that the 'dried star flowers' I got aren't so much dried as 'facecloth hung over the edge of the bath for 4 hours' dried, ie, almost dry but with slight residual dampness). But, luckily, the only ones I have definite confirmation on scent for are vanilla ones, so I can get those done and scent off (if you'll pardon the pun :P).

Oooooh, and I also got picked as a new moderator on the unofficial Il Divo fan club site, which is gooood. it may not be a big deal or anything, but for someone who's never really done anything much useful outside of the home before, it's a big deal for me, because for once I have a role that's useful and fun, and can lead to more friends, which is always a good thing.

Thirdfully, I got a letter through the post from our M.E. group, asking if I want to 'do it again', namely abseiling off the Tyne Bridge. I took one look at it and burst out laughing. Yes, I did it last year, and yes I earned money for the group, and yes it was well worth it for the charity and the awareness we raised, and yes, it was kinda fun, in that 'oh my god I actually survived, I really am invincible' kinda way, but there is NO WAY IN HELL they are getting me back up there. It took me ten minutes just to stop shaking enough to get over the edge, and then another ten minutes to get rid of the shaking AGAIN once they'd found a box tall enough for me to stand on to actually get over the edge. And let me tell you, if you've never been abseiling before, it's a great way to find out what a thong feels like when it's fitting wrong. They strapped me into the harness, and the harness didn't quite take into account the fact that I'm shorter than a person of my girth would normally be, so all the way down that rope I was practically flat on my back with two straps around my legs alternating between wrapping themselves under my knees and trying to cut me in half up through the middle. I walked funny for hours after that. And they want me to do it again? Nooooooo thankyou.

And while I'm on the subject of ridiculousness, what on earth is it with dog dogs (as opposed to bitch dogs) and PEEING!?! I mean, I know they're marking their territory and lal that jazz, but is it really necessary to walk along half a block sniffing and peeing on every single doorstep? And then, once they've done that, is it really necessary to do the exact same thing on the way back, on the exact same route in the exact same spots, sniffing their OWN markings and re-scenting, even when they've run out of pee? It struck me this morning just how ridiculous that is, when I was walking Buddy (our little Shih Tzu). He walked down the street, sniffing and marking every yard, and then did his little lamppost-sniff-n-pee before turning around and heading back. on the way back, he did the same thing, but about halfway along, he ran out, so that he was raising his leg and nothing was happening. And then, stupid little canine he is, he wandered along to the next yard, sniffed the entrance, and rather than even raising his leg, he just stood with his butt up against the wall for a second. I mean, what is that?! If a dog's gotta try and mark, he can at least TRY to pee. Yet more evidence that even in other species, the male is still obsessed with being superior, even when it's all show.

Anywho, that's my rant over with, and my news told, see y'all later!
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I just twisted my ankle. Anyone got a spare hug they care to send?

In case you're wondering, yes it was a stupid reason, the guy that's usually nice and brings our bin in the yard for us didn't do it today so I was pulling it in after taking the dog for his walk and went over on my ankle on the step in the yard (it was dark so I didn't realise how close I was to it).

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Well, it's another year over, and a new one beginning in just under 2 hours.

Stay safe tonight everyone, have fun, and above all, whether we're good friends, old friends, new friends, or non-friends, I wish you all a happy and fulfilling new year. May it bring all your dreams and hopes within your reach, be they love, wealth, success, happiness, or merely contentment and comfort.

Hope you all had a great 2006, that the next hour or so is just as good and that 2007 is even better!


Current Mood:
cheerful cheerful
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Ok, so if a dream is a wish your heart makes, does that mean I wish to be chased by giant killer bees? Or trapped on top of a hill during a tornado? I think not.

Walt Disney seriously needed to rethink his logic.

Anywho, this is just a short one as I'm seriously tired, but just wanted to say hi and wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Ours didn't go all that well, dad got taken into hospital on Christmas morning with severe (read: pounding on the chair arm in agony) stomach pains, at about 11am. We didn't actually get any information at all about him until 6:30pm when they told us he was being moved to a different hospital. Bout an hour or so later we were told he'd been given some morphine and was 'comfortable' and would be kept in overnight and that we should ring back at 10:30 in the morning. So we did. We were told to ring back in 15 minutes. We did. We were told the doctor needed to see him and that they would ring us back in about half an hour. 12:30 rolls round and noone's called, so I call them. Get told that he's well enough to come home but needs to go back 'later in the week to undergo a procedure'. 'What kind of procedure?' asks moi, 'Just a simple one' answers the lovely but rather dim nurse, 'What time will he be coming home?' I ask, praying for an iota of info, 'Well you can just come in as you normally would and he'll go home with you'. Yeah, we usually drive in but we just thought we'd grab the carpet and fly over today, just for a change. THAT'S USUALLY WHAT HAPPENS LADY! You drive in, dad gets in the car, you drive out. So I ask her, ever so politely, ' Well what time will we be able to bring him home?'. 'Just come through as you normally would.' So I begin to get a tad frustrated. 'Okay' says I, 'We would normally come through during visiting hours so we don't bother anyone, what time should we come through as we have no idea when visiting hours are'. '2 til 5 and 6-8'. By now I'm thanking every god, goddess, saint and angel in existence that I've gotten one straight answer out of her, so I got for broke. 'So if we come through for 3, he'll be ready?' 'Well his pills are down at the pharmacy now.' The head hits the wall and I give up. 'Okay, we'll be there between 3 and 4'. All that to find out what time to pick dad up. I HATE HOSPITALS. Especially on Xmas/ Boxing day, and especially the day before dad's bday.

Oh well, at least one good thing's come out of it, Dad's finally got a chance at sorting out the half-baked job the doctors are making of his treatment. Ironic thing is, they've doing a check on Thursday thinking it's a kidney stone causing his agonizing pain in his kidneys that he had the last two times he had kidney stones. Ya know what's funny? He just had his review with the specialist on Thursday and was told he was clear of kidney stones, even had xrays done and they apparently showed him clear. Comical huh?

So yeah, I cannot wait til Dec 31 when I shall celebrate wholeheartedly the end of this joke called a year and the beginning of a new one.

Merry Christmas/ Giftmas and a Blessed Yule to everyone out there, and hopefully I shall be able to post again in time to wish you a happy entrance into the New Year!

Current Mood:
tired tired
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Just because I'm in a surveyish mood and because Peter posted it, here you go everyone!

Answer these questions in a comment and then repost the survey on your lj for other people to answer, so I can learn more about you and you can learn more about them (doesn't matter if I know you well already, there's bound to be something on here I don't know)

1. Your Middle Name:
2. Age:
3. Single or Taken:
4. Favorite Movie:
5. Favorite Song:
6. Favorite Band/Artist:
7. Dirty or Clean:
8. Tattoos and/or Piercings:

HERE COMES THE FUN ... ... ...

1. Do we know each other outside of LJ?
2. What's your philosophy on life?
3. Would you have my back in a fight?
4. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?
5. What is your favorite memory of us?
6. Would you give me a kidney?
7. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:
8. Would you take care of me when I'm sick?
9. Can we get together and make a cake?
10. Have you heard any rumors of me lately?
11. Do you/have you talk(ed) crap about me?
12. Do you think I'm a good person?
13. Would you drive across country with me?
14. Do you think I'm attractive?
15. If you could change anything about me, would you?
16. What do you wear to sleep?
17. Would you come over for no reason just to hang out?
18. Would you go on a date with me if I asked you?
19. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?
20. Will you repost this so I can fill it out for you?
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Take a look at your Friends List, and list up to 10 things you want to say to 10 different LJ friends. Do not state who these people are. Do not confirm or deny any 'comment speculation'. Then tag 5 people to do this meme.

There are a couple of people who aren't on my friends list that I'm including on here, since they don't have livejournals but will probably read this anyway, so if the friends/comments lists don't match numberwise, that's why.

1. No matter how many stupid things you do, and no matter how often we stop talking for ages at a time, you'll always be special and I'll always be here for you, no matter what.

2. There are days when I can't stand some of the things you say or do, but still, you intrigue me, because you strike me as a very deep person.

3. You're one of the most wonderful people I know because you're strong, loving and generally a blessing on this world.

4. We've been through some tough times together, but I'm glad things have worked out between us, because in the end, I think we've both benefitted from it, and I'm glad we're friends.

5. There have been times when I haven't known what to think of you, sometimes because you make me mad, and sometimes because you make me sad, but all in all, you're a good person deep down.

6. There are so many things I want to say and tell you, but I don't know how to say any of them.

7. You're a good person, and things will go your way eventually, you just have to believe it.

8. We hardly ever talk so I can't really say much, but you strike me as a strong person and someone who has a certain something special about them.

9. You can be an oddball at times, but I'm still proud to call you my friend.

10. You're nutty, you're crazy, but you're great!
Current Location:
the spare room
Current Mood:
accomplished accomplished
Current Music:
random yelling outside
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Well, I can now officially say that my exams are OVER!!!!!!!!!!! Had my interpreting exam approximately an hour ago and it was sheer torture. Of course Peter came out of his yesterday with the usual 'oh yeah, it was fiiiiiiine, no problem at all!'. Yeah, unless you've got a short-term memory with about as much retaining capacity as a hula hoop, like mine. Went okay at first, then got halfway through and WHAM! the memory block hits, and I can't remember more than half a sentence at a time. So I had to ask the lecturer to repeat some of the stuff about 4 times through, not good. Speaking of which, I'm currently hunched in my chair because she just walked in and I sooooo don't need a lecture about memory exercises right now. So yeah, got through that bit, eventually, and then managed the last bit relatively painlessly, if painless is anything less than wanting to rip your fingernails out because that'd probably hurt less. Came out, still shaking, and the next guy's standign outside as if he's waiting for his turn in the bathroom! I wanted to strangle him. Well, not really coz he's nice, but u know what I mean.

Anyways, in other news, my stories are coming along nicely (for those of you who don't know, I write fanfiction about whoever and whatever piques my interest and currently it's Il Divo so I've got 2 stories on the go about them. One's currently on part 18 and the other's on part 7, they're the kind where you post a bit when you've written it so it can go on as long as people want it to, which is good). People really seem to like them, which is great because it means I get good practice, and they're never shy about giving me pointers when I need them or go off track.

Also, I have a new family! No, not really, they're my 'adopted' family, in the sense that we treat each other as if we really were family and we're as close as family. There's Auntie Aileen (who's nowhere near as old as real Auntie Elaine so I don't need to worry about getting them confused, besides both of them being awesome), then there's my two new sisters Lauren (Loz) and Brandie (Bran). So there's Aileen from Scotland, Bran from the States and Loz from Australia, isn't that cool? Yeah, I'm easily pleased. They're all totally nuts, like me, but that's what makes it so awesome, we have huuuuuuuuge long conversations about absolute nonsense, great stress-reliever. Loz and Bran write fanfic as well, and they're both absolutely awesome at it. Plus, Loz's new story has me in it! So cool! Yeah, like I said, easily pleased :P

So, how's everyone doing? Nobody ever posts on my lj anymore :'( it makes me sad and all left-out-feeling. Well, not really, but it does get lonely on here. Okay, I'm done, I shall updatify more later, when I feel like typing more. If anybody's completely insane and fancies reading my stories and giving me feedback (probably helps if you like Il Divo, though it's not totally essential), bearing in mind that they're not finished, they're works in progress, just post and I'll give you a link to them.

See y'all later!!!
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U know what I hate? When the simplest thing in the world simply will not go to plan. Mum was working on my Grad ball dress today and she had sewn all the pieces of it together, a lovely full-ish skirt and fitted upper half. Or not. It would seem that the picture of the pattern is somewhat misleading in comparison to the actual pattern. As I said to mum, my gold dress has become a gold corset. Despite being supposedly the right size and having a flowing skirt, the actual pattern is for a dress about 2 sizes too small (despite mum having added extra fabric for the seam allowance) and the 'flowing skirt' is virtually as tight as a trouser leg. So yeah, I'm not happy at the pattern people because, since it's virtually impossible to adjust it without the dress looking awful, and there's no way she could get fabric and re-cut and sew the entire thing again in time, I now have to go out tomorrow morning, before my interpreting exam tomorrow and get some sort of tummy trimmer or something in an attempt to shrink my entire figure 2-3 sizes. HA! Fat chance! (if you'll pardon the pun) I mean, one size, maybe, but 2-3? I'd need a proper corset for that, and I really don't fancy the prospect of getting out of THAT after the ball.

Phew, rant over, I need sleep. Nighty nighty all!

Oh yeah, great news! I found an old friend of mine from High School on here! It's soooo cool coz I was just talking bout him the other day and all of a sudden, there he is :-| go figure
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So yesterday (or the other day since it's no longer Thursday), Mum's looking at a map of the States and looking for Plymouth, Indiana. The following ensued:

Me: What are you looking for?
Mum: Indiana
Me: Well where is it in the book?
Mum: What?
Me: Indiana
Mum: *pointing to the page she was on* It's right there
Me: so why are you looking in the index (as she flips back tothe index)
Mum: Because I'm looking for Indiana for God's sake!


Me: So where's Warsaw? (not meaning the Poland one)
Mum: Innianda. I mean Innianna. I mean Indianda. Oh for God's sake! It's there! *pointing to the page*

And later in the evening, when I had reworked a song to sound like the chipmunks:

Mum: (with headphones on her head, listening to the song) That's great! How did you do that?
Me: I have a program on my computer that has a pitch enhancer in it
Mum: What's a pigeon hancer?

Gotta love antihistamines :-D
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o/' When you're alone and life is making you lonely you can always go.....................................

DOWNTOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! o/'

That is all.

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