Monthly Archives: April 2011

What planet you would colonise given the opportunity.

see. now this was a blog suggestion given to me by my lovely boyfriend Pete.

 

i really don’t know what planet i’d like to colonise, but i’d hope it’d be one that was full of infantile insensibilities….

 

to clarify, i am very childish, i don’t see it to be a problem, who doesn’t enjoy finding bunnies “super cute” or going out “super exciting” or life in general just “super”

 

it does a person good sometimes to be immature, so maybe i’d go for the non planet pluto… not yet grown enough to be a planet, just a wee moon…

 

sounds like me, so there’s my answer… pluto, the non planet, so nyah.

Paragliders at Westbury White Horse

Went up to westbury white horse to fly kites and admire the view on Sunday. Took some pictures of the Paragliders, here’s some of the better ones.

on Body Image, and Giving Up….

As a woman (yes, yes, I know I try to hide it but these boobs say otherwise) we’re constantly bombarded with

Bacon Loves You!

Bacon Loves You!

information and advice on how to be more attractive and therefore happier. I’m not going to talk too much about that as it’s a topic that’s been documented many a time elsewhere and I don’t really have anything new to bring to the table. That said, it’s my personal opinion that I found myself to suddenly be a lot happier when I stopped really worrying about all that shit. I mean, obviously, I still shower, and get my hair cut (at least twice a year), wax my eyebrows, shave my legs, buy infinite amounts of summer dresses and occasionally stand in front of the mirror and podge my flabby bits in a disapproving manner (now there’s an attractive image). What I think i’m trying to say is really more related to weight than appearance, and the fact that a lot of people think you must be thin to be considered attractive.

Now don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t really consider myself to be ‘fat’. Ok, medically speaking, I could do to lose a few pounds (*coughs* stone *coughs*) but I can still shop on the high st with no difficulty (as long as I don’t want to buy stuff in Top Shop, which to be fair… I don’t, as it would involve re-financing my car) but I suprise myself somewhat to say I gave up caring about my weight. Really if you weigh it up, what’s better… being skinny or bacon? Bacon wins every time for me, and again, I don’t want to offend anyone, I know there are ‘overweight’ people who eat healthy and exercise and stuff, i’m not saying you’re all slobs like me who lie in bed eating cheese sandwiches and  dreaming about bacon and KFC, (i really do do that), I think what i’m trying to say is I’ve stopped understanding the obsession, sure, it’d probably be nice to be a size 10, but if I have to sacrifice KFC to get there. No thanks, not for me.

 

oh, and as an aside y’all should totally go and check out Lauren at Pocket Rocket Fashion if you enjoyed this post, because she’s awesome and gorgeous and imho a fabulous role model. :-)

A Cat on A Boat

odd dreams…

It’s been a little while since I’ve been awake at 5:30 in the morning, today it’s because I’ve just woken from a very odd dream.

It began with me leaving my car halfway home on the drive from work, I’m not sure how it ended up there, I guess I must have decided to walk the rest of the way. While we’re here the drive to work wasn’t my actual drive to work, but a combination of my old commute from Slough to Marlow and the trip my school bus took back when I lived in Clyffe Pypard.

Anyhow, I digress, somehow I ended up at home, which incidentally was my old home in Clyffe Pypard again, but suddenly decided I needed food, there’s no shops in the village and any shop you’d need to get in the car to get to. I walked out of the door then remembered that I’d left my car miles away but then somehow managed to magically transport myself to a nearby shop where I bought strawberry laces and Irn Bru.

The next thing I knew it was the morning and time to go to work, again I walked out the door forgetting that the car wasn’t around. At this point I suddenly realised that I was going to have to walk back to the car and set off on foot, I walked past many lay-bys which I kept thinking were the one i’d left my car in but couldn’t find it so decided to get on a bus.

For some reason the only buses available were travelling to West Drayton and Swindon, neither of these were where I worked but I thought West Drayton to be closer so got on that one, however I soon realised that this was the wrong choice and got off the bus as soon as I could.

At this point I suddenly remembered where I’d parked the car and started to walk back towards it, there were voices coming from behind me but I paid them very little attention, there was also a ‘youth’ in a plaid shirt running away from something in front of me. After a while the people behind me caught up with the youth in front of me and decided to stab him, when I turned around and said ‘I’m going to have to call the police” I was threatened with an approximately 5cm long butter knife with an ivory handle.

…..and then I woke up.