Sparkle Sparkle

Crosspost for non MySpaceys

So my kitchen is sparkling - and now I am too!!

I fancied a pamper after my busy cleaning day so I had a bath, washed my hair and defuzzed my, uh, fuzzy bits. I moisturised my feet with my feet mud pack which is smelly but leaves my feet gorgeous. My skin is really dry lately and I'd run out of my usual body moisturiser. I picked up one I had as part of a set for my Christmas bran tub pressie. The accompianing perfume was lovely so I liberally applied the moisturiser all over my body. I finished with my cutesy PJs and I was done

A little while ago, while watching Q.I on TV ( I love it, so funny...) I glanced down and I sparkled....

I began shifting my PJs about

I still sparkled...

The moisturiser must have had sparkle glitter in it
So, now I'm sat here, writing this blog
and Im sparkling like a Christmas tree
I hope it comes off before my study day in the morning...

Susie Housewife

Crosspost for my non MySpace readers

I have a week off work

I am going to be productive - I am not going to go back to bed when the girls leave at 730am and sleep till midday...

Today - kitchen duty. A proper clean - I smell of bleach and need a shower. But it's sparkling. I also wish I'd listened to the helpful people that told me not to get a white kitchen

See..



I need to go wash that bit of wall again, I missed a bit - damn flash. Oh and the tile top right is not dirty, its not there, it fell off, thats tile plaster thingy whatever, I need a man that does - and maybe he could do me too....

Tomorrow I have to prove I can still be trusted to zap dead people with electricity - I have to love my job sometimes. But unfortunately they've changed the bloody Resus Guidelines so I need to study later

Then back to more cleaning. Oh and Im going to bake!! And read a book. And have lunch with friends. And feed my Who Wants to be a Millionaire online game addiction - I won a million today - sigh...

You are all jealous of my exciting life I know. Some people get Venice and an international booty call - I get bleach and a jaycloth

Cheese Disappointment

I went to "lunch" at quarter to 5 today. I was bloody starving but a spate of unforeseen little emergencies prevented me getting away. Patients can be so inconsiderate at times.

I meandered my way down to the hospital restaraunt, making a quick detour via the lovely scenic secret staff hideaway puffing area. Situated under a stairwell at the back of the hospital, we call it the patio.

I entered the restaraunt and the smell of curry overpowered my nostrils. No, not curry today I thought, I need quick, stodgy, comfort food

And there it was

Sausage and mash and onion gravy - yummy.
The fat sausages nestled in the fluffy peaks of white mash. I drowned it in gravy and made my way to the till. The queue was long and my mouth was salvating at the thought of the pleasure to come

I made my way back to the comfort and solitude of the staff room and sank into the uncomfy waiting room like chair hoisting my feet up onto the neighbouring chair

I opened my culinary delight, sank my fork into the mash and took a bite

What the hell..

Cheese

Fucking cheese

A hard crusty film of cheese topped my lovely mash - there was no mention of cheese on the menu. Not sausage and cheesy mash, not sausage and mash and oh, we've dumped the leftover plastic cheese on it. Oh no. Not a cheesy word in sight

I mostly hate cheese

This was crap cheese - plastic, stringy and hard, thick and strong

I began scraping the cheese off the mash, trying to salvage at least a little of my spudtastic mash, much to the amusement of the entering anaesthetist

"Cheese" said I, holding my fork up to show the disgusting thick glob of yellowness stuck to it.

Oh well, the sausages were fat, meaty and tasty and the onion gravy was a delight

Just a pity about the sodding cheese

SuperAcid

Internet Jim became Fireman Sam. Talk moved on that swiftly from love to childhood programmes
Fireman Sam was Welsh, he lived in PontyPandy and Norman was naughty. I showed Amanda SuperTed, another Welsh cartoon.
It's funny how you view things differently as an adult

Spotty man, cosmic dust and magic clouds....Superted was created during an acid trip

Random Sit rep

Because I have the urge to blog and nothing to say...

I get my new ISP next Thursday. I have been informed that I may lose connection for a few hours and in extreme circumstances 72 hours, so if I disappear I am not dead, do not mourn me. Also do not use my old email after that date

Talking of emails, this Gmail thing disturbs me. It reads my mails. It is a nosey fucker email. it reads my emails and those I am sent. The ads on the right of my email pertain to the content of the email. Helly and I tested it out by inserting vibrator into every mail. And rutabago. Which I call a suede I think, or a parsnip, I forget. However, equally disturbing is the little man that sits and read my emails keeps giving me a site - something like "How to truly know your man and get him to love you forever" - whatever I write. I think he's taking the piss out of me.

Bethan and Jessica are very happy in school. I know this will not last.

My work is paying for me to do a degree module in January. This is very nice but its not a module from the degree I want to do, which has much nicer modules. But Im going to do it anyway and try to swap it with a similar module on the one I want to do

I think Indian Summer should change to Welsh Summer. We need to change the seasons because it's supposed to be Autumn not Summer and it's so frigging hot. And yes thats Autumn not Fall - what a crazy word - because the leaves fall right??

I miss BG. The DVD of season 3 is out but Im saving my pennies to repay Helly. Oh and I still lust my camera. I have bookmarked the page and visit it frequently

yes I am drunk - shoot me

heres a lovely pic of yummy Ewan. I was going to post a naked one but bethan walked in and caught me and admonished me so heres a safe one

His penis was nice though, you'll just have to imagine it

and i have to thank Will for this i love it

it makes me giggle lots

Oh and my top search on my blogger blog is still living dolls - perves...

Birthday Video Blog

For Jenna's birthday today and Shaun, Alex and Jenn's tomorrow. Like a Christmas message from the Queen but from me....

Why I need to Drive...

I need to learn to drive.

Last night I had the misfortune of just missing my bus, leaving me with an hour to kill before the next. Maddening at any time, but after a crazy 12 hour shift I wasn't happy. Seems it is the season for RTAs as we admitted one accident victim after another - burst vertebrae and fractured ribs, fractured pelvis, 2 men with fractured wrists that went into ARDS following surgery - four patients, four separate accidents.

Hmm, perhaps I shouldn't learn to drive

Then 15 minutes before my shift ended we had an alcoholic admitted that wouldnt stay in bed and wanted to leave. Sedation took care of him but it meant I got behind with my paperwork and left work late

Anyway, back to the City bus station. In order to deter gangs of unruly youths gathering at the bus station, they now pipe classical music throughout. But its bad, dreary classical music played through a bad tinny sound system. Its also played on a continual loop meaning I listened to the same arrangements about three times. Now and then I walked 5 yards to the edge of the station to smoke a cigarette. This small cigarette was obviously a flaming beacon because it attracted all the drunks and homeless to invade my personal space and ask for one as well as some money. I needed a badge - Fuck off and buy your own..

As I sat there, it got darker and colder. I began to people watch, one of my favourite pastimes. The drudge of music wasn't working for gangs of teens with the telltale sign of ipod leads sat at various points around the station. The boys were like peacocks, showing off and parading in front of giggly, heavily made up girls in not enough clothing.
Alcoholic middle aged men and women ignored the No Alcohol signs and sat, or rather led, on the benches, pausing between their rants to slug White Lightening out of an Iceland carrier bag.

I became fascinated by one young couple stood waiting on the stop next to mine. Teenage, probably about 16, obviously young and in love. He was tall and gangly and had the whitest goth face I've ever seen. I pondered on the natural colour versus make-up and decided definitely make up. He was all dressed in black with some band unknown to me on his T Shirt. He was hot in a teenage goth kinda way. She had a denim flared mini skirt on and a short red shirt that didn't reach her waist although I think it was supposed to as she attempted several times to pull the shirt down. She was a big girl. Rolls of flabby tummy burst over the waistband of the skirt, white flabby thighs protruded from the hem. But she didn't seem to care. Nor it seems did he. As the skinny made up glamour puss teens passed eying him up, he only had eyes for the chubby girlfriend. It was quite sweet.

The bus station is due to be demolished and moved in the grand regeneration scheme Newport has planned for the Ryder Cup in 2010. We are to be overrun by American golf fans. Its all going to be very posh and modern and clean and nice. I wonder where they are going to hide the drunks and homeless people....

My bus eventually arrived. I sat and tried to avoid eye contact with the guy on the bus that looked like he wanted to chat. I was tired, I was cold and my feet hurt. As I neared my home I texted Jess to put the kettle on

I need to learn to drive

First Day Nerves

After much nerves, anticipation and dread on both our parts, Bethan's first day of High School is over. Technically it's Comprehensive School, but as our dialect sometimes like to switch to American, it's now known more as High School.

I waved her off at 730am to go for the bus. No longer a 5 minute walk around the corner, she has to get a bus. A big yellow bus, again a recent American copy.

Her sister doesn't start till tomorrow, today was just for the newbies, but she got up early to do her sister's hair "So she didn't go looking like a skank"....

Her sister also vetted her trousers, her school bag and shoes, making sure she looked cool enough to be her sister. I remember my sister doing the same when it came to my school uniform. Watching Jess rearranging Bethan's polo shirt and sweatshirt reminded me of Cheryl tying my school tie - backwards so the knot was huge with a small amount of fat tie poking out from under it. Of course when I arrived all the other newbies had neat little ties...

After a morning spent with her tutor, she started proper lessons. Welsh was easy says she, English was OK but RE (Religious Education) was rubbish - "because it was about religion and stuff"

She can't remember her teachers' names. She made friends but forgets their names too. It was in her words "A bit of a blur". She found the toilets. She ate lunch. She got on the right bus home. Most importantly, she wants to go back tomorrow

Tomorrow they both go. It seems weird to think of them both in Comp. My babies are growing up into young ladies and I feel I'm becoming surplus to requirements

This pic feels like yesterday

But now they are like this

And I feel old..