28 April, 2006 good things don't come to an end..

..they just get put farther back on a range top with an infinite number of burners. basically, i'm doing other things with my online time. most of it goes to something that uses my real name and i don't want any unnecessary linking between this and that. i've ranted a bit too much for that. if you're interested in my goings on enough, drop me an email and i'll point you in the direction that will keep you somewhat more up-to-date with me. if not, it's been amusing. i'm sure i'll return once in a while..i love my salma hayek layout too much ;). in the meantime, profuse amounts of love to you... 2 meet me  on the trail

19 February, 2006 eating my body weight in pistachioes

M&S is selling little baklavas. Go now and buy, seriously. Or rather don't. I eats them all. We're going to get our "kitten" (he's monster truck-sized) neutered this week. Our poor puss of a fluffy is suffering his seduction practice sessions. Like he needed to be more neurotic. Of course you've all seen this site right? It's a good time to be alive. Unless of course you're a soppy cat with a timid disposition. Hehe. I know I'm probably the last person to find it, but you've seen pandora.com, yes? 2 meet me  on the trail

11 February, 2006 For comparison

Reason number 3 why I like being a grown-up: I can walk brazenly into the kitchen in the middle of the night, flip on the lights, and eat Nutella out of the jar because I damned well feel like it. Reason number 5934 why I preferred being a kid: nothing tastes so good as food surreptitiously taken from the kitchen when you're 9 and think Mom won't notice. *sigh* 2 meet me  on the trail

08 February, 2006 Fun with wierdos

I so rarely get strange folk messaging me to flirt these days, I tend to take the opportunity to be odd. ( oh go on, go on go on, y'will ) Christ, the thrills come cheap these days. lol 1 meet me  on the trail

06 February, 2006 :(

In order to protect the innocent (?) I won't rant specifically. Let me just say that this is one of those mornings that leaves me wanting to run away home. 1 meet me  on the trail

28 January, 2006 my list

I finally itemized on paper the things the kids need to do before bed, so there's no question. Nyss thought this was a great idea, and made a daily list for me: 'Start for the day. 1. get the cothes 2. get cloths on 3(backwards). get breakfist (said with a cute little scottish R when read aloud) 4. eat breakfist 5. brush teeth 6. wash hand and face (just the one hand?) 1. take care of us 2. be happy 3. be my best frind 4. be helpful' Easy enough on school days..I have to get up and at least put some jeans on. Admittedly, on cold days, I can just hide my jammie tops under my coat for convenient taking off and falling back into bed. ;) Which, of course Jamie, I never do. O:) meet me  on the trail

25 January, 2006 My new favorite snack

Nuke a can of heinz sweet chili baked beans for 1.5 minutes in a big bowl. Crumble in a package of dry ramen noodles (sans the seasoning pack). Top with more shredded white mature cheddar than is good for you. Sometimes the disgusting concoctions are the best. *eats her nasty beans with gusto* 6 meet me  on the trail

23 January, 2006 happiness is

discovering that you only have to pay 335 pounds to apply for indefinite leave to remain for you and the kids, rather than over a grand. well, it was nice news anyway..you would think that our having paid the latter amount for our first residency visas would have included all this but alas. hard to believe it's getting on for two years. note to those considering a similar life path--start getting your names jointly on accounts and whatnot asap. my not getting around to doing so means scraping together 'proof' of our life together is going to be tricky. :/ i'm alive, been lowering my meds against medical advice (NHS mental health can kiss my ass, pardon), been knitting...my cats are helping to avert psychological crises. i think i'll get a turtle to watch contemplatively..or some neons..whatever will go in a tank that i won't likely kill. i love hermit crabs, but i'm rubbish with them, then i feel guilt. i can use less of that. thanks mereamor, for the nudge. *kiss* 3 meet me  on the trail

01 December, 2005 not sure why..

..but whenever 'cover me' by candlebox turns up on the radio, playlist, etc., I can't turn it off. In fact I generally turn the volume up and space out. Invariably I'm taken somewhere in my mind roundabout Lanna age 19. Life never stopped being odd. It's wierd how a kitty being willing to cuddle with you and lay its head back against your cheek is enough reason to stay alive. God, I think the last time I bought a non-putumayo CD was when Bjork's Vespertine came out. I had bean pot zen this evening, having bought a bunch of spanish ceramic cookware yesterday. Oven safe, hob safe, dishwasher safe (if I had one, sob), microwave safe, freezer safe. That is, as they say, what I'm talkin' 'bout. Anyway, gorgeous. I made hodge podge soup with red lentils, garlic, red wine, a couple cans of M&S winter veg soup and some leftover decent cheese sauce. I love TK Maxx. If you ever run across a raspberry juice concoction that contains actual raspberry juice as the main ingredient, try it. Juice tasting like the actual fruit is surreal. As a person who vaguely understands the fundamentals of music composition, I fail to understand why certain music, i.e., club music, is so appealing to me. Paul Oakenfold is by no means a genius, but that fucking starry-eyed surprise song makes me feel magic in spite of myself. It's already advent calendar time. what the fuck? we're supposed to go to oxford for christmas, but by the time james figures out his time off, i doubt i'll be able to find a babysitter for the cats. *sigh* i was looking forward to sneaking off to london, riding the underground to st' paul's, and making out with james on the steps. and buying something made out of rubber in camden *angel* meet me  on the trail

17 November, 2005 feck it's cold

Monday morning..or was it Tuesday..it was so nice in the morning that I wandered around outside for a while, and sat at Volunteer's Green and just spaced out. The next day we had to don our heavy coats to survive the chill. Thankfully, the kids' Columbia coats still fit. Three winters aint bad, and I'm not looking forward to forking out money for new ones. I need to fix the hem on my wool coat. It's a lovely thigh-length coat I altered from a full length one my grandmother bequeathed to me. By the font on the label, I'm guessing it was made in the 60s. I'm having a competition between BBC.com's weather and weather.co.uk. So far BBC is winning. The latter keeps predicting snow and then pushing it back. Twats. My longhair boy (the one I could swear is a Turkish Van) got violently sick just as we were walking out the door. Poor baby. It was just a hairball, but his low meows before he threw up were just pitiful. Our other adult cat is eating, and is quite desperate in the morning to be fed now and has started being cranky with the other cats again. She still makes a wierd sound when she chews and avoids dry cat food, so I'm going to need her mouth looked at, methinks. Our kitchen sink pipe decided to break its seal and our poor downstairs neighbors were being inundatad with water. We found a product that I *think* will seal it sufficiently and it's curing atm. I hope it does. I need to do dishes, and I need to put the washer back in place. Yesterday it was so cold in the house that I bundled up and huddled on the couch all day. When James got home I indicated that this might start making me cranky, or, worse, reluctant to clean anything, so he figured out how to actually program the damned boiler. It's much better this morning, though our room is still freezing, for some reason. Apparently, being this high in the building, it really makes a difference what side of the house the sun is on. My nose and left eye feel all burny. I hate that. I hope I don't come down with something vile until the weekend. 3 meet me  on the trail