...that nowadays I am a very intermittent blogger. I am trying my hardest not to be.
I have been trying to blog by thinking up ideas ahead of time - this then means that I feel like I have already written the blog post in question. When, of course, I have not.
I have been trying to blog by not thinking up ideas ahead of time - this then means that I go "I need to blog" and then go "errrr, about what...".
The fact that I have just had two weeks off work (holiday I booked in March when partly expecting Anthony to be able to get the time off too (he couldn't) and thoroughly expecting to be off work for a year from the start of November (maternity leave)) should have meant that I blogged. If only about my plans for my four days down south, or about what I did when I was down there.
Instead I did a lot of cross-stitching, played a bit of WoW, read/listened to (Audible rock) a lot of DiscWorld and did assorted jigsaw puzzling, Pinteresting, and clearing out of old cross-stitch magazining while watching an awful lot of NCIS.
Then this morning, despite going to bed at 2.30am (a very failed attempt at getting back onto "normal" time), I woke up at 8am and had ideas for blogs and crafts and all sorts of things. So instead of just snuggling back to sleep and losing them all, I got up and wrote some very short notes on life, the universe, and everything. (and found a million beautiful Whovian things on Pinterest, but that's today's previous post)
So I'm not going to promise suddenly organised blogging, 5 days a week, with a topic for each day. But I'm going to add "blogging at least once a week" to my Now List (that's from this here book), and see what happens.
Showing posts with label holiday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label holiday. Show all posts
Sunday, 18 September 2011
Saturday, 14 August 2010
Right now...
...Anthony and his dad are thumping about in the master bedroom, attempting to hang some lining paper.
Esme is hiding behind the sewing chair, curled up on the bottom shelf of the bookshelf there, wishing all the noise would stop so she could have a relaxing snooze in the chair rather than behind it.
I have been sorting out oodles of paperwork & either putting it in piles for filing, or shredding it (sorry Esme) into cross-cut piles of fluff that I would quite like to just throw into the air.
But I just sat on the sofa to have a five minute rest while the shredder cooled down & FoleyCat appeared from her secret-hiding-from-noise-spot and curled up on my lap seeking fuss.
So I have sat here, fussing a cute kitty, serenading her with "Suite: Judy Blue Eyes" (playing from the pc) and known that right here, right now there is no place I'd rather be.
Then Foley bit my finger & vanished again.
But it was worth making a note of. Too many perfect moments get lost or missed. This one didn't.
*Sent from my iPhone*
Esme is hiding behind the sewing chair, curled up on the bottom shelf of the bookshelf there, wishing all the noise would stop so she could have a relaxing snooze in the chair rather than behind it.
I have been sorting out oodles of paperwork & either putting it in piles for filing, or shredding it (sorry Esme) into cross-cut piles of fluff that I would quite like to just throw into the air.
But I just sat on the sofa to have a five minute rest while the shredder cooled down & FoleyCat appeared from her secret-hiding-from-noise-spot and curled up on my lap seeking fuss.
So I have sat here, fussing a cute kitty, serenading her with "Suite: Judy Blue Eyes" (playing from the pc) and known that right here, right now there is no place I'd rather be.
Then Foley bit my finger & vanished again.
But it was worth making a note of. Too many perfect moments get lost or missed. This one didn't.
*Sent from my iPhone*
Wednesday, 16 September 2009
Well, I'm back...
...from Milan, but only for about 10 minutes.
As much as I want to write a fabulous series of posts about the great time we had in Milan and at Monza, about the lovely tweeple that we met there (twice, once planned, once unplanned) and about the crazy man who thought I was Finnish...
These gems will all have to wait until Saturday, since today I am jumping on a train and heading off Darn Saff to visit my (recovering from an operation) mother (she's alright, just can't move her arm much) for a few days.
So you'll have to wait until Saturday (afternoon as my train home gets in at 23.57 on Friday) to hear about it.
Unless you follow me on Twitter in which case you've got some idea.
Ciao!
As much as I want to write a fabulous series of posts about the great time we had in Milan and at Monza, about the lovely tweeple that we met there (twice, once planned, once unplanned) and about the crazy man who thought I was Finnish...
These gems will all have to wait until Saturday, since today I am jumping on a train and heading off Darn Saff to visit my (recovering from an operation) mother (she's alright, just can't move her arm much) for a few days.
So you'll have to wait until Saturday (afternoon as my train home gets in at 23.57 on Friday) to hear about it.
Unless you follow me on Twitter in which case you've got some idea.
Ciao!
Thursday, 25 June 2009
Alton Towers...
...(where I went on Wednesday) was rather good fun.
For your viewing pleasure, here is my fabulous sister and her equally fabulous boyfriend Brychan getting on down to the Austin Powers theme tune.
You won't be able to hear the music, because my camera is stupid and cannot record sound.
But it's pretty damn funny soundless nonetheless.
For your viewing pleasure, here is my fabulous sister and her equally fabulous boyfriend Brychan getting on down to the Austin Powers theme tune.
You won't be able to hear the music, because my camera is stupid and cannot record sound.
But it's pretty damn funny soundless nonetheless.
Wednesday, 29 April 2009
Blog Fail...
...Epic.
Since I'm on holiday there is absolutely no excuse for not posting. Well, apart from the WoW playing and book reading and naps on the sofa with the cats and trying to get the V+ box down to under 40 hours of recordings...
Sorry
Here is the meal I made two weeks ago (after the Chinese GP)
Chicken with Chorizo
It was ok but I won't be cooking it again. Partly because we discovered that Anthony is not a huge fan of chorizo, and partly because all the prep for it took bloody ages. (Which is not good when you are overtired and very hungry). Watching Anthony waving a red pepper over the gas rings in an attempt to char the skin so we could peel it was mediumly humorous, but since the unpeeled yellow pepper ended up fine, that step can definitely be missed out. So it was nice, but far too much faff for me.
Last Saturday I cooked the Chicken in Garlic Sauce for Angie, Paul and Joe and they were all very impressed. I was also impressed as after the pepper charring incident I had forgotten how straightforward the recipe was and was expecting lots of faff. No faff, just lovely food and lovely sauce and lovely people to eat it with.
Next Sunday I shall not be cooking as I shall be at work, but for the Sunday after that I think I'm going to go for something basic - possibly a nice Cottage Pie.
Since I'm on holiday there is absolutely no excuse for not posting. Well, apart from the WoW playing and book reading and naps on the sofa with the cats and trying to get the V+ box down to under 40 hours of recordings...
Sorry
Here is the meal I made two weeks ago (after the Chinese GP)
Chicken with Chorizo
It was ok but I won't be cooking it again. Partly because we discovered that Anthony is not a huge fan of chorizo, and partly because all the prep for it took bloody ages. (Which is not good when you are overtired and very hungry). Watching Anthony waving a red pepper over the gas rings in an attempt to char the skin so we could peel it was mediumly humorous, but since the unpeeled yellow pepper ended up fine, that step can definitely be missed out. So it was nice, but far too much faff for me.Last Saturday I cooked the Chicken in Garlic Sauce for Angie, Paul and Joe and they were all very impressed. I was also impressed as after the pepper charring incident I had forgotten how straightforward the recipe was and was expecting lots of faff. No faff, just lovely food and lovely sauce and lovely people to eat it with.
Next Sunday I shall not be cooking as I shall be at work, but for the Sunday after that I think I'm going to go for something basic - possibly a nice Cottage Pie.
Wednesday, 15 April 2009
I have had...
...a very relaxing five days off. Well, four so far and then rest of today which will be the only one of those days sans Anthony. Which has been lovely too.
We have both had haircuts, we've driven round various areas of Wolverhampton trying to find bits that we'd like to live in, we've been to Waitrose three times and Hobbycraft once and we've got the V+ Box down to 40 hours of free space (rather than 5).
Anthony showed amazing patience when helping me choose a new pair of trainers:
K - Not those ones
A - Why not?
They've got too much white on them
What about these ones?
Too grey
How about these?!?
Yuck!
These ones? (said through gritted teeth)
Hmmm....
Eventually I decided on a pair of the Hmmm... ones (what do you mean you can't tell the difference?)
(pictures (in order) for those who did not want to link click)
They also ended up being men's ones rather than women's, partly due to the fact that all the men's ones were out for people to try while you had to ask for the women's ones (and I couldn't put the poor shop guy through it).
That's the first pair of trainers I've owned in 15 years...my last pair were for PE at school and they lasted through my gym moments at uni too. Since then I've not really worn trainers, and the pair of Anthony's that I "borrow" are a size too big and so unrunnable in. Not that I'm about to take up running. Definitely not.
On Sunday I cooked up some Veal Scaloppine. Or at least I would have done had Waitrose had any veal left. They did not, so instead we had Pork Scaloppine.
I very slightly over salted it (due to not being used to using salt when cooking but following instructions in the book to the letter) but Anthony said it was "Bloody lovely". So that was a success.
In two weeks time I have promised to cook Chicken in Garlic Sauce for Angie, Paul and Joe - eeek! Cooking for real people! People who won't be afraid to tell me if it is actually inedible (Joe), but who will also pour me more wine if it is (Angie and Paul). Angie also hit the nail on the head when she called me a 'dinner party cook'. It's true, cooking is such a big event for me at the moment. One of the reasons she therefore decided I should have a dinner party!
Back to work tomorrow...I have three days in, then one off, then four in, then NINE off! (Then my next break is June, then Monza!)
We have both had haircuts, we've driven round various areas of Wolverhampton trying to find bits that we'd like to live in, we've been to Waitrose three times and Hobbycraft once and we've got the V+ Box down to 40 hours of free space (rather than 5).
Anthony showed amazing patience when helping me choose a new pair of trainers:
K - Not those ones
A - Why not?
They've got too much white on them
What about these ones?
Too grey
How about these?!?
Yuck!
These ones? (said through gritted teeth)
Hmmm....
Eventually I decided on a pair of the Hmmm... ones (what do you mean you can't tell the difference?)
(pictures (in order) for those who did not want to link click)
They also ended up being men's ones rather than women's, partly due to the fact that all the men's ones were out for people to try while you had to ask for the women's ones (and I couldn't put the poor shop guy through it).
That's the first pair of trainers I've owned in 15 years...my last pair were for PE at school and they lasted through my gym moments at uni too. Since then I've not really worn trainers, and the pair of Anthony's that I "borrow" are a size too big and so unrunnable in. Not that I'm about to take up running. Definitely not.
On Sunday I cooked up some Veal Scaloppine. Or at least I would have done had Waitrose had any veal left. They did not, so instead we had Pork Scaloppine.
I very slightly over salted it (due to not being used to using salt when cooking but following instructions in the book to the letter) but Anthony said it was "Bloody lovely". So that was a success.
In two weeks time I have promised to cook Chicken in Garlic Sauce for Angie, Paul and Joe - eeek! Cooking for real people! People who won't be afraid to tell me if it is actually inedible (Joe), but who will also pour me more wine if it is (Angie and Paul). Angie also hit the nail on the head when she called me a 'dinner party cook'. It's true, cooking is such a big event for me at the moment. One of the reasons she therefore decided I should have a dinner party!
Back to work tomorrow...I have three days in, then one off, then four in, then NINE off! (Then my next break is June, then Monza!)
Friday, 13 March 2009
It's been...
...a very strange two weeks.
Center Parcs was bloody brilliant. Lots of chilling out in the spa, lots of reading, far too much wine consumed on a couple of occasions - thoroughly good fun.
Anthony spent quite a lot of time playing with his new fancy camera, Brychan liberated Paris (Blazing Angels on the Wii), Emily had an argument with Professor Layton ("I put in 5 AGES ago and it told me it was wrong, BLOODY GAME!") and Mum got us all hooked on Tyrrell's crisps.
This week I have had a migraine. And that's about it. It started as a headache on Monday afternoon and progressed on Wednesday to me not being able to see out of my left eye and being sent home from work. Yesterday I slept pretty much all day and then today I've alternated between dozing on the sofa and sharing various woes with my lovely Twitter peeps.
The only thing that's been a constant for both weeks was an attack of the green eyed monster.
Well not really a monster, more a stab in the heart and lots of tears kind of monster.
The only problem with going to Center Parcs when it's not a school holiday is the other people who take that opportunity. Like the 17 million couples with babies/toddlers who seemed to make up the rest of the guests there. Oh there were a few older couples there too...but they all seemed to be there with their kids and grandchildren.
Babies are bloody everywhere at the moment and it's really bloody hard.
I was supposed to have had a doctors appointment last Tuesday to discuss my miscarriage. About a week after I got the original letter I got another one to say they had to change the appointment to April instead. At the time I was just glad that I was getting seen, now I'm sad that this means no baby for me in 2009.
I am looking after myself though. Any blogs I've been reading that have unbelievably adorable new babies on I have deleted from Google reader (not you Keris, for some reason reading about Joe is ok), I'm trying to avoid the updates on Facebook from the 8-9 old school friends who are either expecting or have just produced, and I've been avoiding watching anything on TV that could get to me.
CSI:NY clobbered me though. I knew there was an episode coming up where Lindsay told Danny she was pregnant, I didn't expect her to whip out an ultrasound photo to prove it.
My brain seems determined to protect me by making me feel that it didn't really happen. Same as with my dad I guess. Silly coping mechanisms. The one thing I wish I had done was get the ultrasound photo. I know it sounds ridiculous, but it would be proof that I got to that point for the first time.
Gonna stop now cos none of this is making any sense. Thank you for listening.
Center Parcs was bloody brilliant. Lots of chilling out in the spa, lots of reading, far too much wine consumed on a couple of occasions - thoroughly good fun.
Anthony spent quite a lot of time playing with his new fancy camera, Brychan liberated Paris (Blazing Angels on the Wii), Emily had an argument with Professor Layton ("I put in 5 AGES ago and it told me it was wrong, BLOODY GAME!") and Mum got us all hooked on Tyrrell's crisps.
This week I have had a migraine. And that's about it. It started as a headache on Monday afternoon and progressed on Wednesday to me not being able to see out of my left eye and being sent home from work. Yesterday I slept pretty much all day and then today I've alternated between dozing on the sofa and sharing various woes with my lovely Twitter peeps.
The only thing that's been a constant for both weeks was an attack of the green eyed monster.
Well not really a monster, more a stab in the heart and lots of tears kind of monster.
The only problem with going to Center Parcs when it's not a school holiday is the other people who take that opportunity. Like the 17 million couples with babies/toddlers who seemed to make up the rest of the guests there. Oh there were a few older couples there too...but they all seemed to be there with their kids and grandchildren.
Babies are bloody everywhere at the moment and it's really bloody hard.
I was supposed to have had a doctors appointment last Tuesday to discuss my miscarriage. About a week after I got the original letter I got another one to say they had to change the appointment to April instead. At the time I was just glad that I was getting seen, now I'm sad that this means no baby for me in 2009.
I am looking after myself though. Any blogs I've been reading that have unbelievably adorable new babies on I have deleted from Google reader (not you Keris, for some reason reading about Joe is ok), I'm trying to avoid the updates on Facebook from the 8-9 old school friends who are either expecting or have just produced, and I've been avoiding watching anything on TV that could get to me.
CSI:NY clobbered me though. I knew there was an episode coming up where Lindsay told Danny she was pregnant, I didn't expect her to whip out an ultrasound photo to prove it.
My brain seems determined to protect me by making me feel that it didn't really happen. Same as with my dad I guess. Silly coping mechanisms. The one thing I wish I had done was get the ultrasound photo. I know it sounds ridiculous, but it would be proof that I got to that point for the first time.
Gonna stop now cos none of this is making any sense. Thank you for listening.
Tuesday, 3 March 2009
Stand And Be...
...Counted.
Timed Meme No. 1
1. Put your iPod (itunes) on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!
IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
The Knowledge - I'm Sorry I Haven't A Clue
WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Extraordinary Girl - Green Day
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds - Mercury Rev
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Ridiculous - Bowling For Soup
WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Frittering - Mercury Rev
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Comes Love - Joni Mitchell
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
4 + 20 - Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
WHAT IS 2+2?
Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting - Elton John
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
I'm Going Slightly Mad - Queen
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Ride Of The Valkyries - Wagner
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Take On Me - A-Ha
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Annual Rule Changes - I'm Sorry I Haven't A Clue
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Today I've Lost You - Take That
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
As I Come of Age - Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Whiskey In The Jar - Thin Lizzy
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Wake Me Up (Before You Go-Go) - Wham!
WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Unknown Legend - Neil Young
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Dear Jessie - Madonna
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Tiger Lily - The Bluetones
WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
Heard You Were Dead - The Bluetones
HOW WILL YOU DIE?
The Four Seasons: Spring - Vivaldi
WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
Nice Guys Finish Last - Green Day
WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
Beetlebum - Blur
WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
Polly - Nirvana
DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
Paddy McCarthy - The Corrs
IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
I'll Stand By You - The Pretenders
WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
Simple Like The Truth - Darius
WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
Stand And Be Counted - Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
Very freaky. Some of them fit perfectly, others (like the Wham one) are simply very strange. Loving the fact that ISIHAC got itself in there.
Timed Meme No. 1
1. Put your iPod (itunes) on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!
IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
The Knowledge - I'm Sorry I Haven't A Clue
WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Extraordinary Girl - Green Day
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds - Mercury Rev
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Ridiculous - Bowling For Soup
WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Frittering - Mercury Rev
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Comes Love - Joni Mitchell
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
4 + 20 - Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
WHAT IS 2+2?
Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting - Elton John
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
I'm Going Slightly Mad - Queen
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Ride Of The Valkyries - Wagner
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Take On Me - A-Ha
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Annual Rule Changes - I'm Sorry I Haven't A Clue
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Today I've Lost You - Take That
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
As I Come of Age - Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Whiskey In The Jar - Thin Lizzy
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Wake Me Up (Before You Go-Go) - Wham!
WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Unknown Legend - Neil Young
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Dear Jessie - Madonna
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Tiger Lily - The Bluetones
WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
Heard You Were Dead - The Bluetones
HOW WILL YOU DIE?
The Four Seasons: Spring - Vivaldi
WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
Nice Guys Finish Last - Green Day
WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
Beetlebum - Blur
WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
Polly - Nirvana
DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
Paddy McCarthy - The Corrs
IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
I'll Stand By You - The Pretenders
WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
Simple Like The Truth - Darius
WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
Stand And Be Counted - Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
Very freaky. Some of them fit perfectly, others (like the Wham one) are simply very strange. Loving the fact that ISIHAC got itself in there.
Monday, 11 August 2008
Yup...
...I'm crazy.
I have one day left of my holiday (although Anthony is back at work tomorrow) which is actually perfect timing as tonight/this morning it's the Olympic Cross Country.
The first few have made it round the course (and very cramped and twisty it looks too) and they're all getting quite a few time penalties.
Oh, and an American lass has just fallen off and a German has just had a refusal.
I'm not going to be blogging this like I blogged the Australian Grand Prix, instead I'm going to pootle about on FaceBook for a little bit and then snuggle down on the sofa with my stitching and my cats...
...and the video recording just in case I fall asleep.
I have one day left of my holiday (although Anthony is back at work tomorrow) which is actually perfect timing as tonight/this morning it's the Olympic Cross Country.
The first few have made it round the course (and very cramped and twisty it looks too) and they're all getting quite a few time penalties.
Oh, and an American lass has just fallen off and a German has just had a refusal.
I'm not going to be blogging this like I blogged the Australian Grand Prix, instead I'm going to pootle about on FaceBook for a little bit and then snuggle down on the sofa with my stitching and my cats...
...and the video recording just in case I fall asleep.
Wednesday, 6 August 2008
My mother's birthday present...
... (due 20th October 2007) is still a work in progress.
But it's getting there.
Saturday
Monday
Wednesday
But it's getting there.
Saturday
Monday
Wednesday
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