Monday, December 24, 2007

My Gulity Secret - (from the archives)

No time or thoughts to blog so here's my favourite Christmas blog from my old grab blog of December 2005 as found on a cool web archive site. Unfortunately they don't save the comments which were, to be honest, funnier than the post itself

My Guilty Secret

My life is usually filled with disorder and chaos. I forget things the girls have to do or go until the last minute and have been known to be up in the wee hours trying to make a costume for school that I knew I had to do for weeks but forgot about until a little voice asks me where their costume is for tomorrow. I admit I would forget to feed them sometimes if they didn't tell me they were hungry and god only knows how the hamster is still alive. Mother Earth I aint.

But in other things I am totally anal. In work, my charts have to be a certain way, my pumps have to be in order and if I only had the time to co ordinate them all so all their little flashy things flashed together I would. But thats not what this blog is about.

It's just this. The other thing I'm anal about is Christmas Decorations. Gone are the days when they can be done when the girls are in bed - they now want to help, and that just freaks me out. My decs have to be colour coordinated. The tree in the lounge is red and gold and the tree in the dining room is ivory and gold. Not too much to ask is it? No really, it's not is it? In fact it's not even the girls' fault - I blame school. Ever since they started nursery at 3, they have brought home hand-made things from school. Now, I'm not that cold hearted, they are sweet and I have kept everything my little angels have made me for every occasion, but do their decs really have to go on my tree? I used to carefully place them on the back of the trees so they couldn't be seen but that doesn't cut it anymore, Bethan proudly puts her gaudy coloured wool balls and her angels with dodgy wings right at the front and I cringe....does that make me a bad mother?

So tomorrows the day I have been putting off. The decorations are going up before I go to work.

And every day after this, I will walk past the tree and delicately shove one of their decs to the back, hoping they dont notice.....

I am a bad mother aren't I?

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Missed Call

I can't remember the name of the film, or if it was even a film, it could have been a drama or something but I once watched something about a major disaster. It was a plane or train crash. As someone walked through the makeshift mortuary, a mobile phone started ringing. Everyone stopped and stared at the place the ring was coming from. I don't even remember if they answered it. I think one guy did.

Today it happened to me.

No major disaster but an unknown patient. Found collapsed in the street. As we were doing a lumbar puncture a loud ring radiated from the bag close to me with his property in.

There were 5 of us behind the curtains. One holding the tubes, 3 of us holding him in position and the dcotor working the needle into his back.

We all froze.

I was nearest to the bag. Answer it I was told, find out who he is. I hunted through the bag and found the phone. The ringing stopped as I tried to work out the unfamiliar phone in my hand.

1 missed call. 5 missed messages. Someone missed him.

Call the number back.

I wandered out of the curtains and out into the corridor, my mind racing. I sought sanctuary in one of the offices. I sat for a moment and stared at the caller's name. The name of the woman I was about to randomly call and say - say what?....

1 missed call. I pressed yes to call and it was answered immediately.

Um hi, did you just ring this mobile?

yes, did I get a wrong number?

No, well, I dont honestly know. Im Lisa, I'm a staff nurse on the Intensive Care Unit at the ______ _______ Hospital. We've admitted an unknown male and this is his phone.

I won't blog the rest of the conversation. I think you can guess how it went.

When I finished the call I felt drained, numb, shitty and guilty. Guilty for just sending someones world crashing down.

My job sucks sometimes

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

WLTM. GSOH, OTAH

On discussing with a friend how I'm beginning to open up to the idea of meeting someone new, the computer dating scene came up. He suggested I try it - I threw up in a bucket....

Anyway the conversation turned into a blog, as many of my random IM conversations do. So thank you Michael for this idea

I give you, my very own, tongue firmly in cheek, personal ad....

Young minded easy going 37 year old working mum who's slimish, kinda presentable when she makes an effort, smartish, warped sense of humour and competent in basic life support.

Described by friends as flirty, mad, dirty, gorgeous and has good ass....ets. Has obsessive tendancies towards boots and matching underwear.

WLTM man to cwtch up on the sofa with. Personality more important than looks but must be as gorgeous as Ewan Macgregor. Man with job preferable.

Actually, lets be honest - must have good job, car and own house with enough bedrooms for children to have room each.

Must be able to put up with me with a smile so sense of humour a must. A man that can have an intelligent conversation and make me laugh will be rewarded with privilage of seeing me in matching underwear and boots.

However if you are shit hot in bed and can cook, then to hell with the rest of it, I can compromise


Actually thinking about it, I issue you a challenge. Comment and write an ad for me. I'd love to see what you put...


Currently reading : Online Dating for Dummies By Judy Silverstein Release date: 21 November, 2003

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

PS I Iove You - or Maybe Not

Why oh why do they have to change things?

I got excited when I heard one of my favourite books was being made into a film.

P.S I Love You by Cecelia Ahearne. Ok, it's not Shakespeare but it's well written, gut wrenching, beautiful and thought provoking. And it makes me cry.
Every single time I read it I cry.

So, I read the synopsis - huh? They've changed things. Alright, I know they change things but they've really changed things. And then Ev sent me a trailer. It's hardly recognisable apart from the fact her husband dies and the letters.

I always dislike the Harry Potter films at first. I warm to them later but on first viewing I compare to the book. But at least with HP theres an excuse. They have to cut it or there would be a 5 hour movie (even though I could live with that). There's simply no excuse to change Ahearne's version - none. It's based in Ireland where the author lives. Not in the film. He's Irish. She's American and they live in America. And that's just one change. From the trailer it looks like the way the letters are delivered is different and even the bloody content of them has changed.

grrrr - bloody American writers - stay on bloody strike and take the time out to learn how to adapt a book properly.