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My Husband is a scary megalomaniac.

_{Believe it or not I have found 3 seperate and very valid occasions in the last week in which to use that word in a sentance….}

Well maybe meagalomaniac is a bit harsh, but he is a sacry dude to go shopping with. Before I continue let me explain that for the last 18+ months my dearest love has been absent from the chore which is the weekly shop. This was mostly due to him being a bit apathetic about stuff. But, as is often the case people get better, he has and now he has thrown himself back into real life with the kind of enthusiasm you usually find in small children who have consumed too much corn syrup.

For which, of course, I am very greatful for, because above all else and despite what else I may say, I love him with every fibre of my being.

So in Tesco today I found myself having to explain to him why i packed the shopping in my particular way (i.e: Fridge stuff together, fruit together, vegetables together, frozen stuff… you get my drift). As apparently His system is much better for everyone (apart from me) and consists of packing by weight. That’s fine if you aren’t the one putting it all away and you have your toilet rolls in with your bread rolls.

So basically he annoyed me and I told him so, I am always willing to discuss but I really get pissed off when someone tells me how I should be doing something, especially when they haven’t done that thing ever.

Ain’t love grand? ;)

Gavin Henson, James Hook and Shane Williams are standing before God at the throne of Heaven. God looks at them and says, “Before granting you a place at my side, I must first ask you what you believe in.”

Addressing Henson first he asks, “What do you believe?” Henson looks God in the eye and states passionately, “I believe Rugby to be the food of life. Nothing else brings such unbridled joy to so many people from the grim streets of Rhyl to the bright lights of Barry Island. I have devoted my life to bring such joy to people who stood on the terraces supporting their club.” God looks up and offers Henson the seat to his left.

He then turns to Hooky, “and you, James, what do you believe?” Hooky stands tall and proud, “I believe courage, honour and passion are the fundamentals to life and I’ve spent my whole playing career providing a living embodiment of these traits.” God, moved by the passion of the speech offers Hooky the seat to his right.

Finally, he turns to Shane Williams, “and you, Shane, what do you believe?” “I believe…............” says Shane ”...........you’re sitting in my seat.”

to watch the match, Wales V France.

For the Grandslam. Well for us, France can’t win the grandslam They got beaten by England, at home…We beat England at twickenham for the first time in 20 years…) and they have to beat us by 20 points to win the championship… So either way it’s pretty fair to say that Wales, at home in the most amazing stadium, which is also the spiritual home of the glorious game have a pretty damn fine chance of walking out as the best team in Europe.

A bit of a change from the world cup…

:)

snce I posted randomly.

So this is about as random as I can be tonight.

I just got off a 14 and a half hour shift with a guy who has various problems, during said shift I drove for exactly 73 miles and drank 4 cups of coffee and 2 bottles of diet pepsi, smoked 3 cigarettes and ate one weight watchers meal (no I am not on a diet it was the only ready meal I could find that even vaguely appealed to me at 6.30am) watched Ricki Lake about bald chicks (thats what the title was, I’m not being rude) I had 3 rather bizarre conversations with my boss, got propositioned once (not by my boss), got asked for (illegal) drugs twice and promised cake to a colleague who I really like.

I completed 3 weeks of rotas for 3 different locations and calculated annual leave left for 3 people. I cooked one meal for one man with Autism, made tea for a man without and got called Love in a garage by a chav.

I visited a client in a General hospital who had not had his personal care needs met for at least 3 days and I had to shave him myself. I got stuck in traffic twice, once on the M4 and once near Newport. I made egg mayonnaise sandwiches for my son’s pack lunch tommorow and left enough food in the fridge to feed my husband for at least 2 days without him worrying about cooking.

The nice part was I came home, I was tired and my husband had done the dishes and for that small thing I love him more than words can express, because today was a hard day and I appreciate small things that don’t seem so small to me.

I may be tired but I am blessed and now, I am going up stairs to sing to my little boy, he is fast asleep but I wouldn’t miss it for the world.

today, that shocked me and basically insensed me. A friend of mine (and yes I still do say friend, because friends fuck up sometimes) for reasons I can only describe as misguided had formed a completely bigoted opinion of me based on something completely stupid and banal.

I can’t really describe how hurtful it was, so much so, that I lost my temper, found myself actually shaking with anger, which anyone who knows me will tell you really doesn’t happen, at all, if ever. There are a few things that put me there, people judging without fact and liars mostly, this person is in no way a liar, I would never say that, infact they are gentle and sweet usually, so to receive this crazy email was a bit of a shock I can tell you.

Right now, I feel really sick about it, that someone could get me so very wrong for absolutey no good reason. And an assumption based on something banal is no good reason. Especially when I call this person a friend. Especially then.

I made what is allegedly one of Speedy’s favourite meals.

Green bean casserole
Swedish meatballs
lingonberries.

Although it was all messed up, granted Speedy was either too polite (or too hungry) to comment but The Green bean casserole wasn’t quite right ‘cos I made it with fat free cream of mushroom soup, didn’t have enough french fried onions to mix in, so I just sprinkled them on top, The meatballs were German and the Lingonberries we bought last time we went to Ikea to buy a bookshelf which was around february I think… he did say they smelled a bit musty.

They were probably reproducing…
;)

You look like a horse in a man costume.

Dylan Moran

As the sun goes down in the west, Venus goes down with it. Normally, Venus is just a little further behind so we can catch a glimpse of her in the twilight, shortly before she sets. Sometimes she overtakes the dusk. Then, she rises in the east, early in the morning; a herald of the dawn. Venus rules your sign. She’s moving, as we speak, away from the evening and towards the morning. Interestingly, you too are about to start feeling less as if you are slipping into darkness and more as if a great new day awaits.

courtesy of Mr. Jonathon Cainer.

Life and memories.

Surely the point of memeories is to create new ones, to take every chance you can to make sure you can alwyas move forward as oppose to back.

memories are good, bad, indifferent, whatever they are but to dwell on stuff and get lost in that is so very unhealthy, it’s no good for anyone to let the past infringe on the present, unless it’s a learning from thing, you get me?

I suppose I mean that dwelling in the past and letting it damage your future is possibly the stupidist goddamn thing a person can do. It’s not that easy I understand, but sometimes having a good old clear out, mentally, physically and more appropriately on the PC… Could clear the way for new memories, new stuff, stuff that’s relevant, that can improve your present and your future, because I suppose you’d be living in the moment and for the future. And loving it and and making it count.

cos that’s just what I want to express right now.

You know one of the first things you see in the morning isn’t supposed to be what I just saw, I don’t believe there is a person on earth who would want to see what it is I saw, unless they are some kind of masochist that is.

And I wonder why it is I can’t eat breakfast, I feel nauseous. Seriously nauseous.