So since Jamie is in New York with his laptop and he keeps on harping on about how I need my own laptop and I really do because I can’t use his all the time and more importantly I am not allowed to eat or drink anywhere near his laptop and I have to wash and thoroughly dry my hands before use.
So I thought I would go into PC World and buy myself a cheap laptop and I thought I could do it by myself because I am an intelligent woman and I do know a bit about computers and I am not easily intimidated by geeky IT people.
Turns out I was wrong I know nothing about computers and in fact I am rather stupid.
So I left PC World with no laptop and having to admit that I do need my husband for some things.
Other things I need Jamie for:
To open corkscrew on wine bottles, I bought a very fancy wine bottle opener because I can’t use a traditional one and I still have to ring him to get him to explain it to me.
Can’t work any type of plug/internet/modem combo at all.
To remind me to feed Ginger, who is still alive and thriving fyi.
To help me make the bed, he has very nifty hands for tucking the fitted sheet in
To moderate my extremely bad taste in music, if he wasn’t around I would be listening to 80’s power ballads non-stop
And most importantly
To do the dishes and make dinner. I can’t carry the weight of this domestic burden alone.
Peace xxxx
Friday, 26 September 2008
Thursday, 11 September 2008
Farout
Forgot the best news ever due to my wonderful parents generosity I am coming home to New Zealand in two weeks in February. Yipee get to see my nephew who i had a dream about last night and we were the best of friends.
xxxx
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Where have I been?
So I haven’t blogged in so long because Jamie has been in Tokyo with work so I have been by myself with no computer. I love having the house to myself, I can drink wine, eat the food I want and watch bad TV. I love it. But eventually I miss Jamie and want home to come home and I miss him, I mean he is my husband.
But my all time favourite thing to do is to have a glass or two or half a bottle (whatever whose going to judge me?) and watch the wedding DVD. I fast forward all the boring bits and just watch the ceremony and the speeches.
Also I have forgotten Jamie’s vows so I like to re-cap them so I can throw them back in his face if needs be.
Also have not written because we have been in the middle of a hellish DIY. Take a moment close your eyes and imagine ….
A textured plaster ceiling, imagine wetting this ceiling with a product and scraping off the texture than imagine re-plastering the ceiling then imagine sanding the ceiling and then re-painting the ceiling. Nightmare doesn’t even describe it. I estimate it took us about 10 full days and a whole lot of heartache. The highlights in no particular order were:
Running out of every product we needed twice, this include paint and plaster
Being covered in dust, I mean covered having to rake it out of my eyes because the protective goggles we were using were also covered in dust.
Having to eat our food on the stairs for three weeks.
Also we had a quote to do it and it was £550 pounds we spent £450 and 10 days doing it ourselves. WASTE OF TIME. Even my tight arsed husband agreed that we should have got someone to do it for us.
On the upside I talked to Jamie more than I have ever talked to him before in my life. On the first day of DIY I said to him you don’t chat much when you work and he said ‘no, I like to keep my mind on the job.’ I said ‘Whoa dude just to let you know all I do when I work is talk.’ Actually once I had my wisdom teeth out and the dentist said you can go back to work just don’t talk too much and you should be fine. I lasted an hour and a half before I had to go home.
Which brings us neatly to a game of would you rather.
So I asked Jamie would you rather lose your hearing or sight? Jamie said my hearing (which isn’t much of a stretch because he is already quite deaf due to his mis-spent youth in clubs listening tot eh drum and bass)
So I asked him would you rather loose an arm or a leg? And he said 'arm' and I was like wrong answer. Dude think about it you can’t use your hand and prosthetic arms are crap compared to prosthetic legs. Look at Heather Mills she married a bealte without a leg. And he said ‘you gave me the choice’ and i said ‘yeah but you made the wrong choice, think about it for a second before you answer.’ And then we decided that perhaps we shouldn’t talk for a while.
xxxx
But my all time favourite thing to do is to have a glass or two or half a bottle (whatever whose going to judge me?) and watch the wedding DVD. I fast forward all the boring bits and just watch the ceremony and the speeches.
Also I have forgotten Jamie’s vows so I like to re-cap them so I can throw them back in his face if needs be.
Also have not written because we have been in the middle of a hellish DIY. Take a moment close your eyes and imagine ….
A textured plaster ceiling, imagine wetting this ceiling with a product and scraping off the texture than imagine re-plastering the ceiling then imagine sanding the ceiling and then re-painting the ceiling. Nightmare doesn’t even describe it. I estimate it took us about 10 full days and a whole lot of heartache. The highlights in no particular order were:
Running out of every product we needed twice, this include paint and plaster
Being covered in dust, I mean covered having to rake it out of my eyes because the protective goggles we were using were also covered in dust.
Having to eat our food on the stairs for three weeks.
Also we had a quote to do it and it was £550 pounds we spent £450 and 10 days doing it ourselves. WASTE OF TIME. Even my tight arsed husband agreed that we should have got someone to do it for us.
On the upside I talked to Jamie more than I have ever talked to him before in my life. On the first day of DIY I said to him you don’t chat much when you work and he said ‘no, I like to keep my mind on the job.’ I said ‘Whoa dude just to let you know all I do when I work is talk.’ Actually once I had my wisdom teeth out and the dentist said you can go back to work just don’t talk too much and you should be fine. I lasted an hour and a half before I had to go home.
Which brings us neatly to a game of would you rather.
So I asked Jamie would you rather lose your hearing or sight? Jamie said my hearing (which isn’t much of a stretch because he is already quite deaf due to his mis-spent youth in clubs listening tot eh drum and bass)
So I asked him would you rather loose an arm or a leg? And he said 'arm' and I was like wrong answer. Dude think about it you can’t use your hand and prosthetic arms are crap compared to prosthetic legs. Look at Heather Mills she married a bealte without a leg. And he said ‘you gave me the choice’ and i said ‘yeah but you made the wrong choice, think about it for a second before you answer.’ And then we decided that perhaps we shouldn’t talk for a while.
xxxx
Friday, 8 August 2008
No idea
Also watched the DIY painting DVD last night, what a rip off, it lasted about 3 minutes and was made in 1989, the guy was wearing a calculator watch for god’s sake and it told us nothing useful.
So we are back to square one. Are off to the DIY shop to wander around like lost lambs buying the wrong type of tools and equipment.
I wish my Mum was here she is the DIY guru. She even has a bench tool sharpener for making tools sharp. I don’t even know why tools have to be sharp.
xxx
So we are back to square one. Are off to the DIY shop to wander around like lost lambs buying the wrong type of tools and equipment.
I wish my Mum was here she is the DIY guru. She even has a bench tool sharpener for making tools sharp. I don’t even know why tools have to be sharp.
xxx
The little differences
TV programmes that I like and Jamie HATES
Gladiators
World’s strongest man
Fear Factor
World championship darts (both amateur and professional)
Programmes that Jamie likes and I hate
None, Jamie doesn’t really watch TV, he once watched a documentary about car bombing that I thought was boring but I watched it anyway because I had nothing else to do.
Gladiators
World’s strongest man
Fear Factor
World championship darts (both amateur and professional)
Programmes that Jamie likes and I hate
None, Jamie doesn’t really watch TV, he once watched a documentary about car bombing that I thought was boring but I watched it anyway because I had nothing else to do.
Monday, 4 August 2008
I'm back and I'm bad
No blog update in so long I am sorry. I am lazy and now have a journal that I empty my head into rather than online, but will try to be better from now on. Do I always promise this? I feel like I am caught in a cycle.
Brief update below of what I have been up to.
Am wearing these ugly fit flops to try and tone my legs and because the dreaded tendonitis is back and they are comfortable. Jamie refuses to go out with me if I wear them. So I smuggle them into my bag and swap shoes when he is not looking. Emily also refuses to be seen with me if I am wearing them. They are not a popular shoe. And I am not popular when I wear. Picture below.
We are doing DIY to the house, we have turned our cupboard into a study and got new light fittingings. We are now trying to remove the dodgy 80’s artex from the ceilings and paint the walls. We are so bad at DIY we have had to buy a “How to paint and decorate’ DVD from the DIY shop. It was beyond embarrassing.
I still miss Murray and I am angry at ginger that she survived and I always forget to feed her and can’t be bothered to change her tank water. I can’t help it of I loved Murray more than ginger, ginger is boring. I think I am trying to kill her. The thing stopping me from ending her life is that the tank cost me £36 and I don’t want to waste money. Jamie keeps on asking me if I have feed her because he knows that I am still not over Murray’s death and am taking it out on Ginger. I had a dream last night that she grew to the size of a carp and I had to get a new tank, but I just decided to flush her down the toilet instead. Not hard to guess the sub text there. I am a mean person and am going to hell. I wonder if I will like one of my children more than the others. It looks likely.
Sorry was distracted by the TV am watching Send in the dogs which is about police dogs in the UK. And they have dogs that are part of the Armed forces squad that can absail. They attach the dog to harness and lower it into places. Dangerous places where the dog could get shot, but it doesn’t seem to mind, ignorance is bliss I guess.
Have I ever told you about my local post office? Every single time I go there it is like walking into a social security office. There is always one person who is drunk, mentally ill and high on heroin and one person is a dangerous combination of all three. And I go there at 9:00 on a Monday morning. And one person is always cleaning out their post office bank account to buy drugs, I am not assuming this I once saw a women get out £157 and then give it her dealer who gave her a package. And the drunk guy is always standing behind me, too close. And breathing on me. I really have to fortify myself to venture into the post office, usually with a glass of wine, at 9:00 in the morning so now I have become one of them. I have been in London too long.
Love drea xxx
Brief update below of what I have been up to.
Am wearing these ugly fit flops to try and tone my legs and because the dreaded tendonitis is back and they are comfortable. Jamie refuses to go out with me if I wear them. So I smuggle them into my bag and swap shoes when he is not looking. Emily also refuses to be seen with me if I am wearing them. They are not a popular shoe. And I am not popular when I wear. Picture below.
We are doing DIY to the house, we have turned our cupboard into a study and got new light fittingings. We are now trying to remove the dodgy 80’s artex from the ceilings and paint the walls. We are so bad at DIY we have had to buy a “How to paint and decorate’ DVD from the DIY shop. It was beyond embarrassing.
I still miss Murray and I am angry at ginger that she survived and I always forget to feed her and can’t be bothered to change her tank water. I can’t help it of I loved Murray more than ginger, ginger is boring. I think I am trying to kill her. The thing stopping me from ending her life is that the tank cost me £36 and I don’t want to waste money. Jamie keeps on asking me if I have feed her because he knows that I am still not over Murray’s death and am taking it out on Ginger. I had a dream last night that she grew to the size of a carp and I had to get a new tank, but I just decided to flush her down the toilet instead. Not hard to guess the sub text there. I am a mean person and am going to hell. I wonder if I will like one of my children more than the others. It looks likely.
Sorry was distracted by the TV am watching Send in the dogs which is about police dogs in the UK. And they have dogs that are part of the Armed forces squad that can absail. They attach the dog to harness and lower it into places. Dangerous places where the dog could get shot, but it doesn’t seem to mind, ignorance is bliss I guess.
Have I ever told you about my local post office? Every single time I go there it is like walking into a social security office. There is always one person who is drunk, mentally ill and high on heroin and one person is a dangerous combination of all three. And I go there at 9:00 on a Monday morning. And one person is always cleaning out their post office bank account to buy drugs, I am not assuming this I once saw a women get out £157 and then give it her dealer who gave her a package. And the drunk guy is always standing behind me, too close. And breathing on me. I really have to fortify myself to venture into the post office, usually with a glass of wine, at 9:00 in the morning so now I have become one of them. I have been in London too long.
Love drea xxx
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