Category Archives: Ramblings

Ill on Christmas Eve

Ugh! I am sick…. It occurs to me that I’ve been sick a lot this year. That sucks. Maybe next year will be less vomit filled.

The boy and I are meant to be off to my mum’s in a bit then off to midnight mass later, followed by the opening of ‘Santa gifts’. I always think it’s nice that different families have different Christmas traditions. My favourite Capes family tradition is the Christmas stocking. This is one that was started by my dad I think, making it feel extra special since his departure for lands heavenward. The recipe follows.

The Christmas stocking should be roughly the size of whatever gift bags they’re flogging in the shops this year.

It should be filled with a mixture of: a. Pointless gifts that are a good laugh. b. food. c. Less pointless gifts that might be useful given some stretch of the imagination. d. More food.

In the past we always opened out stockings on Christmas morning, then our ‘main’ presents after Christmas lunch. In more recent years (now me and Michelle are old enough to stay awake past 11) we’ve switched to opening the stocking gifts after midnight mass.

I usually enjoy singing along at midnight mass. This evening though (if I make it!) I’m afraid I’m going to be somewhat mute in order to avoid coughing attacks.

Assuming I don’t cough myself into some kind of coma Pete and I will be descending on the maternal household again for the ‘big day’ itself, I’m hoping if we take along some awesome board games mum will get the chance to join in rather than just tending to the turkey and spuds.

Pete taught me how to play dungeon defenders this morning. It’s kinda fun and I get to play as someone with a great ass and a crossbow. A win all around in my eyes.

Anyhow. /rambling

Have a good Christmas y’all.

Exercise? WTF?

so.. for those who don’t know what i look like, i’m a little overweight… well according to my doctor obese, but i have much distaste for the BMI scale that i’m not going to go in to right now.

i know i’d be healthier if i lost weight, the problem however is that i like eating and don’t like exercising.. show me a form of exercise that is enjoyable rather than painful and i’ll show you a calorific food that everyone hates.

i did 10 minutes on the exercise bike tonight, mostly to apease my mother, but additionally to make my legs ache and my throat hurt, ok, so those weren’t my intentions, but they were still the end results.

i know i’m not alone in my distaste for exercise. i just wish i could work out how to enjoy it better.

oneaday day #8 – ikea

So hands up who loves Ikea, i know i do, to the extent where i will just go to Ikea for a wander if i’m in its locale. Don’t get me wrong, i am aware ikea is selling furniture for college kids and divorced men. (c/o Jonathan Coulton)

That said, i love their tables, cheap chairs, silly storage solutions that are completely impractical for anyone who cannot drill lots of holes in their walls, their TV units that only fit certain TVs, their chairs that…. well, i’d say they’re uncomfortable for anyone of average weight, but actually, they’re uncomfortable for everyone, aren’t they?

My favourite part of ikea is the kids section, i have a wooden train set and bowls and glasses from there. also a lil stuffed toy who is called rawr and lives on my desk.

in conclusion though, i’m sorry i said ikea sucks….

apprentices

So i’ve been watching the apprentice this year, I do enjoy it, not from a business perspective, or anything like that. just because it’s silly, reality TV and really shouldn’t be taken any other way.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not exactly “the only way is essex” territory, but take it at face value and it’s really all a big show, the keeping in of ‘annoying’ people (remember Stuart Baggs) the subtle cultivation then ignoration of relationships between contestants, the pulling people up against people that the know they won’t get on with. Actually thinking about that it’s like a mega version of Wife Swap.

Incidentally I used to love Wife Swap, but then they had that annoying one with that Lizzie lady or something? That put me off the whole idea.

Anyhow, i’ll continue watching The Apprentice You’re Hired. Night guys and gals.

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.

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. :-)