Skip to main content

Posts

Showing posts from March, 2010

To all the accessories I've loved before.

So I had my wallet stolen today. Had it in the pharmacy, went to the grocery store, did our shopping, and by the time I made it to the tills it was gone. It was a fairly new wallet I ordered from the states, had about £60 in cash inside, and all my loyalty cards, debit card, credit card, provisional drivers' license... this is bad, yes. Not quite as bad as losing the pictures. I had my one of my grandmother, my cousin's graduation photos, but the real kicker was the picture of Himself at eleven. It was in a batch his mother was throwing out, and I've had it in my wallet for almost five years. She threw out the others, there are no more. I don't know if it was the fact I've been sick for a week and still feel rubbish or the shock of going for my wallet and finding it gone, but I was in tears for the better part of two hours. I went straight to the bank after informing the shopping centre's security officer of the theft (and maniacally running from bin to b

May you live in interesting times.

Sometimes my pictures have nothing to do with the blog topic, I just like them. Seeing as how it's my blog, I reckon it's allowed. *grin* I'm all tucked up in bed with the laptop, fresh from the bath in which I finally dunked Kit to the waist due to her pain-in-the-butt tendency to stand on my knees like they're islands in the bubbles. She and Sophie have deigned to settle on the end of the bed, having migrated back and forth between the bedroom (where I'm typing away listening to Ingrid Michaelson) and the sitting room (where Himself's watching "Ice Road Truckers" on his laptop) for the last hour. I say "settle", they're actually getting a little violent with each other as Kit fights against Sophie's tender ministrations. Please forgive my tedious stream of consciousness, I feel crap. The younger of the two hoodlums I keep has had a fever and a nasty cough for the last week, and has the unfortunate tendency to cough without covering

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes.

I *might* be getting a little existential in my old age. I'm a big fan of crystallizing moments. Those times when the world freezes just long enough to fully absorb exactly where my life is at that precise moment in time. Usually they're few and far between, but lately I've had them more and more frequently as I settle into where I intend to go with my personal development. I've been noticing the differences between the "me" I am now with the one from ten or fifteen years ago. There are the obvious physical changes; I don't get carded anymore, I am incapable of sleeping past eight in the morning and get sleepy around ten, and can no longer claim that my body has never let me down. There is the lack of patience with anyone under the age of 25, with the noise they create in public and the lack of respect for the poor sods trying to get to/from work with a minimum of fuss or hearing loss from unintelligible music played tinnily through mobile phones. Th

Back in the saddle again.

So, I seem to have lost myself in the last few weeks. Turns out, I was in the garden all along. This new job has proved to be more exhausting than I'd predicted. Two little boys are different than two little girls, granted, but after my last nightmare job if I never again have to argue with an homunculus it will be too soon. The younger of the two spends his time kicking anything that comes within flailing distance of his body and being pummeled by his elder brother. Said firstborn spends his time trying to kick things before his little bro gets to them, including tripping him up as a bonus, and informing me that if the little'un wasn't so annoying he wouldn't have to hit him so often. My argument that annoyance isn't a natural predecessor to violence doesn't hold much water with him. All the arguments that arise from my attempts to protect the house (and the younger brother) from the tender ministrations of the Y chromosome have exhausted me to a physical