C is for cookies...

what did you get her? I hope that Busted won out! :-)

Yep Busted won out... I love being a rebellious aunt - it was "cool actually" according to the 8 year old.... Also bought her a Cookie Monster - for those not at Simon's birthday, this is a talking puppet who states poignant phrases such as "me tummy is empty, me need more cookies" or "C is for cookies, that's good enough for me". Si got it for his birthday and we all loved it. The risk was that perhaps an 8 year old wouldn't appreciate a present that us 30+ year old's loved after numerous glasses of rum punch.. My hope was that she wouldn't like it and would give it back to me! Unfortunately (or fortunately) she liked it - not sure the same could be said for Sal and Jon... I think it could possibly incite road rage.

Re-vamped colours!

My mate Fraser has been helping me muck about with my blog. I also found out how to place pictures:
Wicked!

Birthdays

It's laura's birthday this weekend, so I have to consider what to buy an 8 year old girly girl. Do I go for the safe option of Finding Nemo DVD, or some pink barbie stuff, or do I folow the cool aunt option and consider a Busted CD? The weight of responsibility is bearing down on me.

my teeth still hurt :-(

I've now been in my job a year, kind of wierd when i think about it as it seems only yesterday I started but also there's so much happened since I arrived too. A guy came to work today to sell me a new HR system and it turns out he used to work for Parceline,so we had a happy ten minutes reminiscing. Wierd feeling, all these people I was so close to but am not now. bit like all those people at uni that I was such good friends with but never speak to any more. I know that you can only make time for a certain amount of friends but it still feels a bit like you failed when you loose touch with people who were so important at one time in your life. God I must be getting old.

Rinse and spit

Have just been to dental hygienist. As I lay there in the chair, and as she hacked away at my gums, it made me wonder what actually makes people decide to do that job. Looking into people's gobs all day, making them wince in pain and nagging them to floss can't exactly bring you a great level of job satisfaction. Halfway through the agonising experience I wondered if I could just get up and leave, but being truly British I didn't like to make a fuss. Not just painful on the wallet but on the bankbalance - bloody cost me £37 for the pleasure. Hmmph.

Got to go out for dinner with my US boss tonight. Hard to take the man seriously when he wears cowboy boots and ends his voicemail message with "Adios..", but I'm assured he's a well respected lawyer in Texas. Guess he's more Ally McBeal than Rumpole of the Bailey.
Steak it is then...

Pancakes

Perhaps I'll start with last Sat night. Pancake fillings were varied - even Ainsley Harriott couldn't muster up a decent meal from the wierd stuff I now have left in my fridge. Dead chuffed with the number of people who made it.

Managed to work out how to record a ringtone on my new funky mobile. It now tells me I've got a message by people shouting "arse" - oh the high levels of maturity at 1am.
Sent Mad a text on Sunday morning telling her to get me and Karen a cup of tea - most disgruntled to realise she's done a midnight flit and I had to make my own. so rude.

Oh my god, this is it... I've hit cybergeekdom..... after enjoying reading mad, amy si and the hardy's blogs I've decided to hop on the bandwagon. I used to write a diary but am now too knackered in the evening, this could be the answer!

so, here goes nothing.....