Isn't it strange that I had 2 shifts this week but couldn't find the time to blog since Monday?
But that's what's happened - Tuesday I was in London hunting ;kraddy paddies' (krabby patties) for the boy for his party. Cybercandy were out (sorry boy). Found some amazing things in Covent Garden though. Guess who got a Gruffalo, and a gruffalo lunch box for their third birthday?
Wednesday it was a shift day. Spent the evening baking a cake.
Thursday the boy turned three. That's freaking scary! Anyway, I had a late shift so he only opened a couple of presents, and then went to nursery, and once I finished work we went to my sister's house to check out her nursery for the baby she's having in November and boy opened his presents there. He got a buzz lightyear I bought in America for $24.50. So that's like, £16. Yay for bargains, lol.
Friday I was shopping for party food and cooking party food and having my first driving lesson in 5 weeks and I only went for the accelerator instead of the break/sailed through junctions in third or fourth a few times.
And yesterday was party day, so cooking in the morning, and party in the afternoon (and a knackered boy sleeping until half 5. Sweet!).
Oh, and my brother's girlfriend's been over with her son all week, so there's been two 3 year olds running around causing havoc and pushing bedtimes all week. Not that I'm a bitchy mum, but her boy was up until 11 at the earliest each night. We let boy stay up until 10 Thursday (for presents) and Friday (because mummy was busy making the most amazing looking cake) and I felt bad for that.
Anyway, it's beach day today! So ... maybe blog in a few days?
Sunday 29 August 2010
Monday 23 August 2010
Florida
So ... I'll finally write something about my trip away.
It was weird going back. I've stayed in the same resort for the last 3/4 times we've been over there? So the trip to the hotel always looks familiar. It almost feels like coming home, in a way.
Mum always tries to plan the trip, but we didn't get that far this year, which I actually preferred. I went on holiday, not an army boot camp, you know?
We went with American Airlines, which we've never done before. And never will again. Every flight was delayed, which although it caused angst on the first flight, was at least a relief when we got to our connecting gate. But it meant as well, we woke up 3.30am, and got to bed in the villa about 9.30 local time - 23 hours nonstop.
On friday we slept in, grabbed some food from the (pricey) on site shop, and then went off to Premium mall, to sort out some tickets - for the local bus, unlimited seaworld/aquatica/busch gardens tickets for a fortnight, and our universal tickets. Oh and we went to the local publix to stock up on food (like asda, but way more processed food) but that's about all we did the first day. Jetlag's a bitch, and my ears had popped like crazy on the first plane. We landed and I was crying from how hard my ears were hurting.
Saturday was Harry Potter day :D it was crazy, we were queuing from the entrance to the Jurrasic Park section of universal islands, but it only took us half hour to get to hogwarts. It was so effing hot, we were sweating at 10am. We'd taken water but there's only so much you can carry at once ... the bottles were empty halfway along the queue.
We got talking to the conductor just inside the entrance, he was cool. Not figuratively, it was 35 C with 50% humidity and he was in a 4-piece. But he was chatty and he posed for pictures with boy (and there were loads of boy on my camera, which makes me feel kinda ill tbh, that some ass has pics of my boy). We went in a lot of the shops - Dervish and Banges, Honeydukes ... some like Scrivenshaft's weren't open or were just for show. I had a cauldron cake, which was a mistake in that heat, it was half chocolate, half mousse. We got bertie botts beans which boy commandeered and bought butterbeers in the hog's head (which was part of the three broomsticks but oh well) but they have their own special brew there, hog's brew or something? The woman at the bar said it was a medium red scottish lager, whatever the fuck that's meant to mean. I got my butterbeer in a collector's cup, because I'm amazing like that. I also have a remembrall and a sneakascope, lol.
They were doing a triwizard display near the hogwarts ride, the durmstrang with poles and the beaubatons with ... I don't know, their prettiness? We couldn't see over their heads. I have a confession about the ride ... I didn't keep my eyes open. I mean, the graphics for the animation parts were slick and the animatronics were so well done ... but that's why. The ride takes you to the quidditch pitch, and then a dragon comes along and drags you through a tower into the forbidden forest, and breaths 'fire' on you (the picture I have is ridiculous, they take the photo at this point, but as I've said, it was hot, and they pipe heat, smoke and light on you. My face is stupid because of the excessive heat) but then you end up in the spider's layer and *eyes closed* they spit on you. And then you get caught up in the whomping willow and land back in the quidditch pitch and then the dementors come *eyes closed* ... the second time we went, I went on again and kept my eyes opn for the dementor bit, but not for the spiders. When they try and give you the Kiss, you see your reflection in the smoke pumping about. So good.
Pumpkin juice is only good when it's ice cold. It tastes like mcdonalds apple pies. Kept boy hydrated though!
We spent like, half the day in hogsmeade, since you have to queue for everything (and I was going crazy looking for my camera) but boy got to go on one fish two fish ride and cat in the hat in doctor seuss land. He loved those, except when the fish got us wet. But by that time it was getting late and the jetlag was getting to us so we went home, and vegged out overnight.
And I'll write more later, because I'm knackered and headachy. Sorry.
It was weird going back. I've stayed in the same resort for the last 3/4 times we've been over there? So the trip to the hotel always looks familiar. It almost feels like coming home, in a way.
Mum always tries to plan the trip, but we didn't get that far this year, which I actually preferred. I went on holiday, not an army boot camp, you know?
We went with American Airlines, which we've never done before. And never will again. Every flight was delayed, which although it caused angst on the first flight, was at least a relief when we got to our connecting gate. But it meant as well, we woke up 3.30am, and got to bed in the villa about 9.30 local time - 23 hours nonstop.
On friday we slept in, grabbed some food from the (pricey) on site shop, and then went off to Premium mall, to sort out some tickets - for the local bus, unlimited seaworld/aquatica/busch gardens tickets for a fortnight, and our universal tickets. Oh and we went to the local publix to stock up on food (like asda, but way more processed food) but that's about all we did the first day. Jetlag's a bitch, and my ears had popped like crazy on the first plane. We landed and I was crying from how hard my ears were hurting.
Saturday was Harry Potter day :D it was crazy, we were queuing from the entrance to the Jurrasic Park section of universal islands, but it only took us half hour to get to hogwarts. It was so effing hot, we were sweating at 10am. We'd taken water but there's only so much you can carry at once ... the bottles were empty halfway along the queue.
We got talking to the conductor just inside the entrance, he was cool. Not figuratively, it was 35 C with 50% humidity and he was in a 4-piece. But he was chatty and he posed for pictures with boy (and there were loads of boy on my camera, which makes me feel kinda ill tbh, that some ass has pics of my boy). We went in a lot of the shops - Dervish and Banges, Honeydukes ... some like Scrivenshaft's weren't open or were just for show. I had a cauldron cake, which was a mistake in that heat, it was half chocolate, half mousse. We got bertie botts beans which boy commandeered and bought butterbeers in the hog's head (which was part of the three broomsticks but oh well) but they have their own special brew there, hog's brew or something? The woman at the bar said it was a medium red scottish lager, whatever the fuck that's meant to mean. I got my butterbeer in a collector's cup, because I'm amazing like that. I also have a remembrall and a sneakascope, lol.
They were doing a triwizard display near the hogwarts ride, the durmstrang with poles and the beaubatons with ... I don't know, their prettiness? We couldn't see over their heads. I have a confession about the ride ... I didn't keep my eyes open. I mean, the graphics for the animation parts were slick and the animatronics were so well done ... but that's why. The ride takes you to the quidditch pitch, and then a dragon comes along and drags you through a tower into the forbidden forest, and breaths 'fire' on you (the picture I have is ridiculous, they take the photo at this point, but as I've said, it was hot, and they pipe heat, smoke and light on you. My face is stupid because of the excessive heat) but then you end up in the spider's layer and *eyes closed* they spit on you. And then you get caught up in the whomping willow and land back in the quidditch pitch and then the dementors come *eyes closed* ... the second time we went, I went on again and kept my eyes opn for the dementor bit, but not for the spiders. When they try and give you the Kiss, you see your reflection in the smoke pumping about. So good.
Pumpkin juice is only good when it's ice cold. It tastes like mcdonalds apple pies. Kept boy hydrated though!
We spent like, half the day in hogsmeade, since you have to queue for everything (and I was going crazy looking for my camera) but boy got to go on one fish two fish ride and cat in the hat in doctor seuss land. He loved those, except when the fish got us wet. But by that time it was getting late and the jetlag was getting to us so we went home, and vegged out overnight.
And I'll write more later, because I'm knackered and headachy. Sorry.
Friday 20 August 2010
I don't really like surprises
I got in the car after work today, to boy squarking at me. A bit of a surprise, since it was half eight at night. Something about the nursery's rabbit. More accurately "MUMMYTULIPMUMMYTHERABBIT!!!" so yeah ... it turns out none of the nursery workers could take the nursery rabbit home for the weekend. One girl could have, but had no car to drive her home, so would've come in twice a day to feed the poor thing. So boy volunteers our house, in cahoots with grandpa.
Brilliant. At least I'm working all this weekend. Grandpa can reap what he's sown.
So, anyway, I've started this apprenticeship with the equivalent of an NVQ in English and Maths, part of our company's training programme (the stop between bottomfeeder and wannabe management). I'm in like, the first cycle of the training programme where we need to do it. It sucks. I got AAC in my Maths and English (A for literature, C for language). But the manager in charge says that because it's been more than three years since my GCSE's, I have to do it again. It's been more like 10 years, which is really effing freaky. I hate the programme. Sorry, I do. One multiple choice question in the maths inital assessment (it's online, radio buttons) was 'which number below is three?' ... that's not maths. And frankly, if you don't know, why the hell are you attempting management? At least refresh me on quadratic equations. Promote me reading Shakespeare, Dostoevsky or Tolstoy. Not ask me if I can recognise a flipping number. I actually feel myself getting stupider doing the questions. Still - means to an end. My English tutor's going to call next week, will try not to bitch too much.
I'm reading a really interesting book at the moment. It's called The Eternal Ones by Kirsten Miller. It's almost like an idea I had for a book, but executed much, much better than I was imagining.
This girl has flashes of past lives, and sees this celebrity on TV one day when she's 17. She realises he was her husband in a previous life, the guy she's been seeing in these flashes. But her gran is a bible basher and decides that when she talks of her past live's love, she's being posessed, so she has to run away to find him. He remembers her, in all their lives, and that's as far as I've gotten. I'm not quite halfway through, but I've been working since I picked it up. It's actually more interesting than I've made it sound, but I'm curious about where it's going.
My idea was for the visions, but not the reincarnation aspect. That's blown my mind lol. The sequel's not out until next year, which all my favourite books are doing right now (House of Night, Private) ... *sigh*
I swear, I will talk about Florida by the way. I think I'm waiting for the whole 'I miss America' bit to fade.
Brilliant. At least I'm working all this weekend. Grandpa can reap what he's sown.
So, anyway, I've started this apprenticeship with the equivalent of an NVQ in English and Maths, part of our company's training programme (the stop between bottomfeeder and wannabe management). I'm in like, the first cycle of the training programme where we need to do it. It sucks. I got AAC in my Maths and English (A for literature, C for language). But the manager in charge says that because it's been more than three years since my GCSE's, I have to do it again. It's been more like 10 years, which is really effing freaky. I hate the programme. Sorry, I do. One multiple choice question in the maths inital assessment (it's online, radio buttons) was 'which number below is three?' ... that's not maths. And frankly, if you don't know, why the hell are you attempting management? At least refresh me on quadratic equations. Promote me reading Shakespeare, Dostoevsky or Tolstoy. Not ask me if I can recognise a flipping number. I actually feel myself getting stupider doing the questions. Still - means to an end. My English tutor's going to call next week, will try not to bitch too much.
I'm reading a really interesting book at the moment. It's called The Eternal Ones by Kirsten Miller. It's almost like an idea I had for a book, but executed much, much better than I was imagining.
This girl has flashes of past lives, and sees this celebrity on TV one day when she's 17. She realises he was her husband in a previous life, the guy she's been seeing in these flashes. But her gran is a bible basher and decides that when she talks of her past live's love, she's being posessed, so she has to run away to find him. He remembers her, in all their lives, and that's as far as I've gotten. I'm not quite halfway through, but I've been working since I picked it up. It's actually more interesting than I've made it sound, but I'm curious about where it's going.
My idea was for the visions, but not the reincarnation aspect. That's blown my mind lol. The sequel's not out until next year, which all my favourite books are doing right now (House of Night, Private) ... *sigh*
I swear, I will talk about Florida by the way. I think I'm waiting for the whole 'I miss America' bit to fade.
Monday 16 August 2010
Mehhhhhh
Sorry.
I flew back Saturday.
Could've written.
Didn't want to.
I miss Florida.
I actually feel really effing depressed. There's no sun here. There's no colour. Sorry, but all the men are effing ugly (apart from fitty in Republic. Hellooo!). I was working yesterday and someone handed me a £20 and I almost told her it was wrong because it wasn't green. I had to quickly remind myself that it was pounds, not dollars. I miss the heat. I was sat in a jacket under the heater at work, everyone complained about the heat but I was like 'it's barely warm, shut up!' ... when can I go back? The Peabody was hiring like, 300 people and I so almost went to their job fair. You have no idea how close I came.
I will talk about Florida over the next couple of days, maybe a little disjointedly. I'll get my moan out of the way first though - some bitch stole my camera. We were in Hogwarts the first saturday, we had a butterbeer in the Hogs Head beer garden. I pic-whored myself drinking that stuff like crazy. But butterbeer goes right through you, so I went to moaning myrtle's bathroom next door, putting my camera strap on my wrist as I went. Got in the stall, hung up my stuff from honeydukes, left my bag on the floor, didn't touch my camera, didn't have an issue with it getting in the way of, you know, girl's stuff ... only realised after I washed my hands that the camera wasn't there. The attendant hadn't seen shit, said to go to Lost and Found. We went the end of the day, nothing handed in. They gave me a number to call, but I still cried. Later that week, we went in again and first stop was lost and found. Nothing. Went on rides and stuff, came back end of the day. Gave me the number again, filled out a form (on the third trip). Day before we left I tried phoning and it came up with an answerphone, so I emailed. I'm getting as much paperwork together as possible to send to my travel insurance company because I have a £300 limit with £50 minimum worth (you know, the first £50 doesn't count garb) so I'd like something to make up for having a piddly amount of photo's for 17 days of heaven.
I've seen a new camera in curry digital's sale in town. £90, 12 million pixels. 2.6 LCD screen. SD card compatible. Tempting ... once I've done my finances ...
Oh yeah, and boy turned into a demon child. I've never known him so naughty. Clara had scratchmarks all over her chest, I had scratchmarks all over my face, and his Woody doll had a day long time out when he was used in a bedtime smack down where I ended up with a horn on my forehead and another on my nose. So much for the boy who'd ask me for kisses and cuddles and copious amounts of fruit.
I flew back Saturday.
Could've written.
Didn't want to.
I miss Florida.
I actually feel really effing depressed. There's no sun here. There's no colour. Sorry, but all the men are effing ugly (apart from fitty in Republic. Hellooo!). I was working yesterday and someone handed me a £20 and I almost told her it was wrong because it wasn't green. I had to quickly remind myself that it was pounds, not dollars. I miss the heat. I was sat in a jacket under the heater at work, everyone complained about the heat but I was like 'it's barely warm, shut up!' ... when can I go back? The Peabody was hiring like, 300 people and I so almost went to their job fair. You have no idea how close I came.
I will talk about Florida over the next couple of days, maybe a little disjointedly. I'll get my moan out of the way first though - some bitch stole my camera. We were in Hogwarts the first saturday, we had a butterbeer in the Hogs Head beer garden. I pic-whored myself drinking that stuff like crazy. But butterbeer goes right through you, so I went to moaning myrtle's bathroom next door, putting my camera strap on my wrist as I went. Got in the stall, hung up my stuff from honeydukes, left my bag on the floor, didn't touch my camera, didn't have an issue with it getting in the way of, you know, girl's stuff ... only realised after I washed my hands that the camera wasn't there. The attendant hadn't seen shit, said to go to Lost and Found. We went the end of the day, nothing handed in. They gave me a number to call, but I still cried. Later that week, we went in again and first stop was lost and found. Nothing. Went on rides and stuff, came back end of the day. Gave me the number again, filled out a form (on the third trip). Day before we left I tried phoning and it came up with an answerphone, so I emailed. I'm getting as much paperwork together as possible to send to my travel insurance company because I have a £300 limit with £50 minimum worth (you know, the first £50 doesn't count garb) so I'd like something to make up for having a piddly amount of photo's for 17 days of heaven.
I've seen a new camera in curry digital's sale in town. £90, 12 million pixels. 2.6 LCD screen. SD card compatible. Tempting ... once I've done my finances ...
Oh yeah, and boy turned into a demon child. I've never known him so naughty. Clara had scratchmarks all over her chest, I had scratchmarks all over my face, and his Woody doll had a day long time out when he was used in a bedtime smack down where I ended up with a horn on my forehead and another on my nose. So much for the boy who'd ask me for kisses and cuddles and copious amounts of fruit.
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