Well, things are changing - or, at least we are trying to change things. I've officially had enough of Concrete Cow Land and all things Blah, so I'm moving back to the Big Smoke as soon as possible! Currently applying for jobs and looking at houses that I will probably never be able to afford. Just seen one that would be perfect. Would need a bit of work, but it has three reception rooms, three bedrooms, a kitchen and utility room, garden etc. Only downside is downstairs bathroom, but with a bit of jiggery pokery the third bedroom and bathroom can be swapped, OR have two bathrooms and convert the very large third reception room into the third bedroom/music room.
Mustn't get ahead of myself. There is no point about dreaming about houses in London when I haven't even got a job there yet. Nor do I know how much we could afford to spend on a new property. So much to get sorted out first. But oh, it would be lovely!
I booked the chocolate fountain for my wedding :) yay! Got it all booked in with the registrar for that county, now need to meet with the registrar for my county. So much hassle getting married out of district, but worth it for the venue.
I am thinking about having a conker tournament for my wedding! My friends seem strangely excited by this...
Well, I'm off to dream about houses that will never be.
x
Tuesday, 13 October 2009
Sunday, 13 September 2009
The Wedding Fayre
Today I embraced my bride-to-be status and actually went to a wedding fayre. Despite the fact that I've been engaged for over a year already, I haven't really bothered with the whole wedding fayre thing. I've managed to get a lot of things booked through word-of-mouth and personal recommendation, so haven't seen the point.
However, I have decided that I should enjoy this (hopefully) once-in-a-lifetime experience of planning my wedding and do the whole thing. So, H2B, my twin and I headed to the Barns Hotel in Bedford and braved bridezillas and crazy magicians. Actually, the magician was quite good (if a little odd), and his tricks were amusing. The star of the show was the giant choc fountain though - Belgian chocolate with mini swiss roll and doughnuts.
I am now seriously considering a chocolate fountain to go into the main reception of my wedding venue - seriously scrummy! We also found a ring company and have booked an appointment with them for the end of next month. H2B even spent this afternoon looking at their catalogue, which is pretty impressive considering he wasn't even going to get a ring originally.
I really liked some black card invitations, although I really want bespoke ones that go with our unofficial sci-fi theme(!). Have to think about it...
Decided on our readings yesterday, which was a rather painless experience. Thought it would take ages, but we just grabbed some poetry books and went to the pub for an hour, and voila. Sorted. We are going for 'Being Boring' by Wendy Cope, 'Do We Need to Leave Yet, Or Yes We Do' by Ogden Nash, and possibly something from the Odessy.
So, plans going along reasonably ok.
Ho hum, not much else going on. I went to see 'Julie&Julia' earlier today, which was fun although quite long. Meryl Streep was excellent, as always and the food looked yummy! I really should cook more, but I just can't be arsed. I love baking brownies, but everything else bores me.
Need to go shower now and prepare for work. Night peeps. x
However, I have decided that I should enjoy this (hopefully) once-in-a-lifetime experience of planning my wedding and do the whole thing. So, H2B, my twin and I headed to the Barns Hotel in Bedford and braved bridezillas and crazy magicians. Actually, the magician was quite good (if a little odd), and his tricks were amusing. The star of the show was the giant choc fountain though - Belgian chocolate with mini swiss roll and doughnuts.
I am now seriously considering a chocolate fountain to go into the main reception of my wedding venue - seriously scrummy! We also found a ring company and have booked an appointment with them for the end of next month. H2B even spent this afternoon looking at their catalogue, which is pretty impressive considering he wasn't even going to get a ring originally.
I really liked some black card invitations, although I really want bespoke ones that go with our unofficial sci-fi theme(!). Have to think about it...
Decided on our readings yesterday, which was a rather painless experience. Thought it would take ages, but we just grabbed some poetry books and went to the pub for an hour, and voila. Sorted. We are going for 'Being Boring' by Wendy Cope, 'Do We Need to Leave Yet, Or Yes We Do' by Ogden Nash, and possibly something from the Odessy.
So, plans going along reasonably ok.
Ho hum, not much else going on. I went to see 'Julie&Julia' earlier today, which was fun although quite long. Meryl Streep was excellent, as always and the food looked yummy! I really should cook more, but I just can't be arsed. I love baking brownies, but everything else bores me.
Need to go shower now and prepare for work. Night peeps. x
Friday, 11 September 2009
The one where I wrote a poem
Number of roundabouts successfully traversed today: 12
Number of near-death experiences today: 3
Counts of Invisibility: 2
After going to see Tori Amos last night at the Hammersmith Apollo, (which was AWESOME!), I've been in a creative frame of mind. My lovely aunt, who is a musician, has kindly agreed to compose a piece of music for my wedding, but asked me to write a poem for her to base it on. So, here it goes. (I wrote this in my lunchtime, so please don't be too harsh):
Number of near-death experiences today: 3
Counts of Invisibility: 2
After going to see Tori Amos last night at the Hammersmith Apollo, (which was AWESOME!), I've been in a creative frame of mind. My lovely aunt, who is a musician, has kindly agreed to compose a piece of music for my wedding, but asked me to write a poem for her to base it on. So, here it goes. (I wrote this in my lunchtime, so please don't be too harsh):
October Wedding
Leaves of amber, rouge and vert
Shall be our bridal bower.
Nature's golden graces guard the ground
From frost and fickle weather,
As our love shall shelter us.
The brave red-breasted robin
Shall be our witness;
Faithful bird, building his nest
Against the winter coming,
As we shall build our home.
And snow will come, days will darken,
And night will fall too soon.
But together we will face the cold,
And watch the stars and moon.
Leaves of amber, rouge and vert
Shall be our bridal bower.
Nature's golden graces guard the ground
From frost and fickle weather,
As our love shall shelter us.
The brave red-breasted robin
Shall be our witness;
Faithful bird, building his nest
Against the winter coming,
As we shall build our home.
And snow will come, days will darken,
And night will fall too soon.
But together we will face the cold,
And watch the stars and moon.
Wednesday, 9 September 2009
In Memoriam Chicklet
Number of Roundabouts Successfully Traversed Today: 21
Number of Near-Death Experiences Today: 2
Counts of Invisibility Today: 3
Wow, two near-death experiences again today. Keeping the average up. It is a peril of living in CCL that they don't warn you about before purchasing your identikit house - 300+ roundabouts mean 300+ chances a day to be slaughtered by idiots who don't check their blind spots or even bother to slow down before coasting onto the roundabout.
The best one was some fucktard in a gold Clio, who drove straight out in front of me on the roundabout (I was already almost directly in front of him). Yet again my ABS brakes proved their worth as I slammed to an emergency stop. Only then did the dick notice me, and he stopped in shock. In passe, I swore at him, he drove off. It is happening to me so often now that I don't even suffer from the aggressive road rage that used to fuel a lot of my roadside fights.
Am I fucking invisible, people? Do I actually create a cloaking device around my car when I drive? Have you actually read the Highway Code, and understand the concept of right of way?! Or even the fact that if someone is on a roundabout directly in front of you, you don't fucking well drive straight into them?!
Grrrr.
Felt sad as a poor little pigeon chick fell out of its nest outside my office door and smashed its brains out on the step. Its mum was sitting on the drain above it, and looked as about as sad as a pigeon could. Poor little thing.
Still trying to work out what poems to send to my aunt so she can compose me my wedding music (she is a really good musician). The problem is that the poems I like are either:
1. Not suitable for a wedding
2. Are beautiful, but aren't really easily turned into music.
So far, Christopher Marlowe's "A Passionate Shepherd to his Love" is my favourite, but still getting some more ideas.
Just came back from a meal out with the BF. Had veggie enchilada, which was reasonably ok but not great. Off to London next week to go to Jamie Oliver's new restaurant with my London music pals, which should be good fun. A real city! WOOT! Actually, I'm off to London tomorrow night to see Tori Amos perform, which I'm really looking forward to, except for one main problem... Whenever I hear even a chord of her (brilliant) music, I am cursed with bad luck for weeks after. And I mean 'death in family, serious illness, lost job' kind of bad luck, not 'stubbed my toe and lost my hair clip' kind of bad luck. Sooooo, tomorrow will be either make or break. It will either break the curse, or her piano will slip off the stage and crush me. Either or. :P
Anyhoo, best be off to bed.
x
Number of Near-Death Experiences Today: 2
Counts of Invisibility Today: 3
Wow, two near-death experiences again today. Keeping the average up. It is a peril of living in CCL that they don't warn you about before purchasing your identikit house - 300+ roundabouts mean 300+ chances a day to be slaughtered by idiots who don't check their blind spots or even bother to slow down before coasting onto the roundabout.
The best one was some fucktard in a gold Clio, who drove straight out in front of me on the roundabout (I was already almost directly in front of him). Yet again my ABS brakes proved their worth as I slammed to an emergency stop. Only then did the dick notice me, and he stopped in shock. In passe, I swore at him, he drove off. It is happening to me so often now that I don't even suffer from the aggressive road rage that used to fuel a lot of my roadside fights.
Am I fucking invisible, people? Do I actually create a cloaking device around my car when I drive? Have you actually read the Highway Code, and understand the concept of right of way?! Or even the fact that if someone is on a roundabout directly in front of you, you don't fucking well drive straight into them?!
Grrrr.
Felt sad as a poor little pigeon chick fell out of its nest outside my office door and smashed its brains out on the step. Its mum was sitting on the drain above it, and looked as about as sad as a pigeon could. Poor little thing.
Still trying to work out what poems to send to my aunt so she can compose me my wedding music (she is a really good musician). The problem is that the poems I like are either:
1. Not suitable for a wedding
2. Are beautiful, but aren't really easily turned into music.
So far, Christopher Marlowe's "A Passionate Shepherd to his Love" is my favourite, but still getting some more ideas.
Just came back from a meal out with the BF. Had veggie enchilada, which was reasonably ok but not great. Off to London next week to go to Jamie Oliver's new restaurant with my London music pals, which should be good fun. A real city! WOOT! Actually, I'm off to London tomorrow night to see Tori Amos perform, which I'm really looking forward to, except for one main problem... Whenever I hear even a chord of her (brilliant) music, I am cursed with bad luck for weeks after. And I mean 'death in family, serious illness, lost job' kind of bad luck, not 'stubbed my toe and lost my hair clip' kind of bad luck. Sooooo, tomorrow will be either make or break. It will either break the curse, or her piano will slip off the stage and crush me. Either or. :P
Anyhoo, best be off to bed.
x
Tuesday, 8 September 2009
Six Years and Counting
Date: 8th September 2009
Number of roundabouts successfully traversed today: 22
Number of near-death experiences today: 2
Counts of invisibility today: 4
As this is my FIRST EVER BLOG (she finally works out how to use a computer), I suppose I should introduce myself. I am a 29 year old woman, who lives in Concrete Cow Land and has the World's Most Irritating Job Ever (TM). I have been described as a Renaissance woman, due to my wide variety of skills, hobbies and talents. This looks good on a C.V., but actually means I can't commit to any one thing for very long and am, indeed, a Jack of all trades.
In fact, the only thing I have stuck with is my boyfriend of nearly 10 years, who I will be marrying in October 2010, all going well. He is a great guy and perfect for me - slightly autistic, easily amused and not in slightest bit interested in how my day went.
Together, we have lived in Concrete Cow Land (CCL) for just over 6 years. We used to live in London. We used to have a social life and access to some of the world's most wonderful amenities. And then I decided we needed to buy a house and CCL was the most logical choice. Note to any men reading this: Don't listen to your girlfriends if they suggest moving out of the Big Smoke. In fact, lock them in a wheelie bin until they come to their senses.
As it is, the BF kindly agreed and here we are. The most prominent features of my adopted home town are 300+ roundabouts and a 1970s shopping centre. That and the Brothel Bambis. Ah, perhaps I should explain. Brothel Bambis are late teen/early twenties women who dress in stupidly short and tight clothes and are bright orange. All provincial towns have them, but CCL seems to breed them. Not that I can talk - after 6 years here I find myself donning giant gold hoop earrings with 'Love' suspended from their centre, and sparkly jackets with leggings and 4in heel boots. I guess you can say that I've gone native.
That's not to say that the odd amusing thing doesn't happen here. We went out on Saturday night, and I spent an enjoyable evening watching twenty-something year old men practising handstands on the flower pots outside the pub for about an hour. We must find our amusement where we can.
I spend most of my time hiding in the local cinema watching pretty much anything I can. I went to see District-9 and 500 Days of Summer last week, both of which I enjoyed for their different merits. One for its cute aliens and quirky outlook on politics, the other for its cute leading man and its quirky outlook on love. I am an unashamed fan of sci-fi and my top two favourite films are "The Terminator" and "Star Trek XI", and I love programmes like "Heroes". The fact that Zachary Quinto features in two of the above certainly helps. I would in fact stalk Mr Quinto if I could actually rouse myself out of my daily apathy. Actually, I fancy the pants off Eli Roth too (Inglorious Basterds FTW!), but that is probably because he looks exactly like Zachary Quinto. My God, if I could find slices of bread large enough, I would wrap those two honeys into a sandwich, oh yes :)
My second great love after my BF is my little cat, Lilly. She is a rescue cat who has a predilection for eating moths and licking my face. She is a beautiful, absolutely tiny B&W cat with about 2000 whiskers and the sweetest personality. She also has a look about her that suggests she wouldn't wait long after your death before eating your face. In fact, I think if I slept in too long I would wake up without a nose. She mended my broken heart after my last (and first) cat, Mrs G, died from bowel cancer in April. I was devastated, and Lilly has brought joy back to my life. I know I sound like a crazy cat lady now, but luckily the BF is even crazier about cats then me! Yay!
I have spent my day trying to work, but really calling various registrars to try and sort out my wedding. I want to get married in October next year, but I can't book a registrar until 12 months before, no exceptions. So, I have the venue, the dress, the cake and the photographer, but no one to perform the ceremony yet. Luckily, I have a willing twin sister who has agreed to get ordained for me if it all goes tits up. I think she would be a brilliant minister, and would give me a kick-ass wedding. I think she'd probably spontaneously combust, as she hates public speaking, but it would be good fun.
My engagement has been long and long in coming. The BF and I got engaged last year after a whirlwind romance of 8 years, after we attended his cousin's wedding. We will have been engaged for 2.5 years before the wedding. We aren't being obtuse, the long engagement is because my gorgeous older sister got married this year and my pops wanted another year to save up! I was hardly going to complain, since he wants to pay for it. I've been the most patient of all brides-to-be, trying not to steal my sister's thunder over the past year as she prepared for her marriage. I have just started to get excited about my own wedding, and last week my bezzie mate got engaged and will now be having her wedding 6 months before me! I am thrilled for her, especially as I introduced her to her husband-to-be, and also because I now have someone to come to the wedding fairs with me. I have to admit to a moment of jealous selfishness, as I wanted the year for me, but I was struck with maturity within minutes. We are in fact off to scout out venues for her this weekend, and I'm really looking forward to it. It will be nice to have someone to share the crazy with. I can't show the BF - now is not the time to show him how mental I actually am!
So, that is my life today. I shall finish my glass of Riesling and head to bed. I don't think I can stomach watching any more cows be castrated today.
Number of roundabouts successfully traversed today: 22
Number of near-death experiences today: 2
Counts of invisibility today: 4
As this is my FIRST EVER BLOG (she finally works out how to use a computer), I suppose I should introduce myself. I am a 29 year old woman, who lives in Concrete Cow Land and has the World's Most Irritating Job Ever (TM). I have been described as a Renaissance woman, due to my wide variety of skills, hobbies and talents. This looks good on a C.V., but actually means I can't commit to any one thing for very long and am, indeed, a Jack of all trades.
In fact, the only thing I have stuck with is my boyfriend of nearly 10 years, who I will be marrying in October 2010, all going well. He is a great guy and perfect for me - slightly autistic, easily amused and not in slightest bit interested in how my day went.
Together, we have lived in Concrete Cow Land (CCL) for just over 6 years. We used to live in London. We used to have a social life and access to some of the world's most wonderful amenities. And then I decided we needed to buy a house and CCL was the most logical choice. Note to any men reading this: Don't listen to your girlfriends if they suggest moving out of the Big Smoke. In fact, lock them in a wheelie bin until they come to their senses.
As it is, the BF kindly agreed and here we are. The most prominent features of my adopted home town are 300+ roundabouts and a 1970s shopping centre. That and the Brothel Bambis. Ah, perhaps I should explain. Brothel Bambis are late teen/early twenties women who dress in stupidly short and tight clothes and are bright orange. All provincial towns have them, but CCL seems to breed them. Not that I can talk - after 6 years here I find myself donning giant gold hoop earrings with 'Love' suspended from their centre, and sparkly jackets with leggings and 4in heel boots. I guess you can say that I've gone native.
That's not to say that the odd amusing thing doesn't happen here. We went out on Saturday night, and I spent an enjoyable evening watching twenty-something year old men practising handstands on the flower pots outside the pub for about an hour. We must find our amusement where we can.
I spend most of my time hiding in the local cinema watching pretty much anything I can. I went to see District-9 and 500 Days of Summer last week, both of which I enjoyed for their different merits. One for its cute aliens and quirky outlook on politics, the other for its cute leading man and its quirky outlook on love. I am an unashamed fan of sci-fi and my top two favourite films are "The Terminator" and "Star Trek XI", and I love programmes like "Heroes". The fact that Zachary Quinto features in two of the above certainly helps. I would in fact stalk Mr Quinto if I could actually rouse myself out of my daily apathy. Actually, I fancy the pants off Eli Roth too (Inglorious Basterds FTW!), but that is probably because he looks exactly like Zachary Quinto. My God, if I could find slices of bread large enough, I would wrap those two honeys into a sandwich, oh yes :)
My second great love after my BF is my little cat, Lilly. She is a rescue cat who has a predilection for eating moths and licking my face. She is a beautiful, absolutely tiny B&W cat with about 2000 whiskers and the sweetest personality. She also has a look about her that suggests she wouldn't wait long after your death before eating your face. In fact, I think if I slept in too long I would wake up without a nose. She mended my broken heart after my last (and first) cat, Mrs G, died from bowel cancer in April. I was devastated, and Lilly has brought joy back to my life. I know I sound like a crazy cat lady now, but luckily the BF is even crazier about cats then me! Yay!
I have spent my day trying to work, but really calling various registrars to try and sort out my wedding. I want to get married in October next year, but I can't book a registrar until 12 months before, no exceptions. So, I have the venue, the dress, the cake and the photographer, but no one to perform the ceremony yet. Luckily, I have a willing twin sister who has agreed to get ordained for me if it all goes tits up. I think she would be a brilliant minister, and would give me a kick-ass wedding. I think she'd probably spontaneously combust, as she hates public speaking, but it would be good fun.
My engagement has been long and long in coming. The BF and I got engaged last year after a whirlwind romance of 8 years, after we attended his cousin's wedding. We will have been engaged for 2.5 years before the wedding. We aren't being obtuse, the long engagement is because my gorgeous older sister got married this year and my pops wanted another year to save up! I was hardly going to complain, since he wants to pay for it. I've been the most patient of all brides-to-be, trying not to steal my sister's thunder over the past year as she prepared for her marriage. I have just started to get excited about my own wedding, and last week my bezzie mate got engaged and will now be having her wedding 6 months before me! I am thrilled for her, especially as I introduced her to her husband-to-be, and also because I now have someone to come to the wedding fairs with me. I have to admit to a moment of jealous selfishness, as I wanted the year for me, but I was struck with maturity within minutes. We are in fact off to scout out venues for her this weekend, and I'm really looking forward to it. It will be nice to have someone to share the crazy with. I can't show the BF - now is not the time to show him how mental I actually am!
So, that is my life today. I shall finish my glass of Riesling and head to bed. I don't think I can stomach watching any more cows be castrated today.
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