He was Gorgeous

Tony Curtis dying is the end of era to me. I think he actually was the last of of the lot. Man, Anne Miller exited so quietly, and now Tony Curtis. He was a character. And he was so gorgeous. Thank you, and bless.

My Alarm Went Off on M4

This morning, I still don't know how, I got up and went to work 1 hr early. Mind you, I am ALWAYS late for work. I mean, ALWAYS. Hate getting up in the morning, and would rather be demoted to gain more bed time, that's me.

I got up this morning, looked at the clock, thinking,
"Darn, am gonna be late again, I'd better leave the house in 5 min."
and ended up leaving the place in 15 min as you do.

putting the feet up

I got onto M4 and there was a massive que, as it does, and I thought,
"Man, I'd better text work and let them know I WILL be late."

I was about to reach over to my mobile when the alarm started to ring, and yes, that was my,
"Get your arse outta bed now or you won't make it to work on time"
alarm.

WHat??????

I then qued up for near 40 min on motorways, and made it to work well on time. Was exhausted by then.

I must be losing my mind to be making it on time to work.

Today's Disaster and Plus

Today, Figarion ate my lip balm, dental floss and two bottles of skin cream labels (he didn't quite manage to destroy bottles.)

And today I was announced to be granted a new (used) Mac.

All and all it's even.

My family. (As for now.)

Flood is the Sign of God

And 3 is the magic number.

I woke up this morning and found my den flooded with hot water.

I called and internet searched gazillions of people and cut the story short it was not coming from upstairs, but the one above. It is stopped now and am off from work (how could I go in, the ceiling look as though it will give in at any minute,) wanting to stuff my face with chocolate because it might make me feel comforted!

Anyway, when you live in one place for years the house just gathers baggage, like exes (when I say exes that includes ex anything, like friends, neighbours and all that) who keep coming around to visit you, and electoral register cards with all your exes names on, and holes on the floor and that wine stains you made 3 yrs ago. This time it's a fucked up ceiling. It is time to get a builder in. Man, feels like things are constantly breaking down around here, the place is getting old.

You Ask What is the Best Diet? Try Getting Your Heart Shuttered

Can't remember since when, but in past many years I'd stopped eating after each time someone broke my heart. Sometimes that's because my body rejected any food (like last time I actually went on for 3 days without ANY food and had to force myself to eat something as I almost fainted,) and sometimes it's just a tactics I used to take my mind off things.

Yeah, I think my heart is too easily broken, it's stupid, I know, though it only happens once every few years. (Coz I basically don't meet that many people.)

This time I stopped, because I had to put myself to numbness, kind of like a faked state of forgetfulness, tranquility, euphoria if you like, and then just carried on not eating from there. Lost a stone in weight, and must say I look rather good. A little haggard, because I was sad (can't deny that I still am a little), but looking trimmed nonetheless.

I don't actually believe in thiness = beauty, therefore I didn't lose weight to get back at someone, or feel better about my body image, but it was about being in control of my life. I do know many people with eating disorders do such things to feel control over their lives, because they have much bigger problems they can't possibly manage / eliminate.

I know people do look at me now when I am out, and that is probably because I feel more confident, not because I am slimmer, but because I am more comfortable with the fact I am in charge of my life completely. Even when my dog eats my collection of rubber duckies, I still feel in control as oppose to when I was under someone else's influence. (That's love, maaan, who needs it?)

Happy Birthday to My Baby Waywee

Yestersday was my Waywee's birthday. She's been with us for 8 years now, and I just wanted to be one of those people who does weird, totally unnecessary things for dogs, to feel what it is like to be a mental dog lover whoes world is all about the dog. (I do love my dogs, don't take me wrong, but I don't believe in spending as much money as possible means good dog keeping.)




 So, I bought this. It was about 3 quid. I don't even buy a cake for myself for that much money, so it's me splashing for my baby.

Content is like this. It's about 4 inch in diameter. It's made with cereals and meat and stuff. Not sure what the icing is made of, I didn't have the guts to lick it. It's rock hard and I couldn't cut it with knife, but could break it into smaller pieces with hands. Came in the box without any wrapper, and best before date is 31/10/2011 (!!)

Awww. (Yeah, I know I am sad.)

She couldn't eat it, it was too big. But after given a smaller piece Waywee enjoyed being a birthday gal.

Like Owner, Like Dog

Well, I am a known Ginger fetish. I know that sounds wrong and I obviously won't say that to ginger people's faces, but it seems to have been programmed in my DNA to like ginger guys. It's the force of nature, can't help it.

Anyway, I got home today and found Figarion ate one of my mixer ginger ales. Mixer cans are miniature version of pop cans, and are cost ineffective to buy, but are convenient when one is having a quick drink before bed.

Here is what my stupid dog did achieve today. (My sofa, where this work was carried out, was covered in a can of ginger ale, BTW.)

7 UP is the standard size.

This blog really is beconming the jornal of what he destroyed... I have so may other things I want to write, though...

Tomorrow is Waywee's birthday.

It is almost beautiful what he did.

OK, so just an update

I will strip the den floor soon, I think.

Today, Figarion ate half of my carpet.

I didn't know that carpet can be eaten.

Flappin' Hell

I got up this morning and found my Figarion (my new dog) destroyed the dog flap which did cost me fortune to install wen I replaced the back door some years back. Figarion has a habit of getting himself out of the house when he feels like it even when something is in front of the flap, blocking him from getting out. In many cases it's my baby Wayee (my original dog)  who is poking her head through the flap, looking out for any intruders in our garden. And Figarion just stretches himself between Wayee and the flap (which is, BTW, the size of a small hankie,) and gets out regardless, with Wayee's head locked in this tangle! This force must have done the damage, somehow, because now the hinge of the flap is broken off. Or maybe he just dashed it through too many time, like he is doing right now. (O, look at him go!) Anyway, it's broken and I have a hole in my back door. The flap was all functioning ok for over 7 yrs, and now this??

My, I might as well restart the blog by journaling what Figarion has broke and ate every day. It sure will make an interesting read, and sure to comfort other dog owners who have mischievous dogs, because mine certainly is more than a handful.

Wow, apparently I can just buy the replacement flaps, instead of replacing the whole thing. I'd better stock up then. It feels like the beginning of the endless game, me trapped in this vicious cycle of keep replacing the flap for, like, ever. My ball of joy Figarion will keep dominating my financial plans...

(Names of dogs have been altered for the purpose of cuteness.)

Wayee Baby xx

Figarion (Figs)

Might as Well

State that I go quiet when I am mega sad. Well, having said that I was blogging a lot last time I was this down. Well, not down, am chirpy, but stalled in thoughts.

I have wasted a large piece of chunk from my heart on someone again. One never learns and it is getting old, mate.

Decided to restart my blog here as MySpace, in my opinion, is a dying community. I want my blog to live, with me. Got to move on.