the andy's

another photo from saturday - don't they look cute...

spent a day learning about fascinating subjects such as K tax codes, court orders, tax credits and student loans. I had no idea my career to climb to such heights.
Now I'm off to lie in the bath, read a trashy novel and eat a flake. Yes a Flake... oh boy, I've saved up enough points this week and I am SO looking forward to the sweet taste of chocolate....

dried out

Saturday was the Malvern Challenge. It was certainly a challenge as it bucketed it down. But nonetheless we battled on valiently, running bases and trying to keep the spirits up of sopping wet scouts and guides whose mum's had allowed them to go camping/walking with a pair of jeans for clothing and a plastic carrier bag as a rucksack. Maybe my mum instilled an overdose of common sense in me but it amazes me when girl's refuse to wear their waterproofs, except tied round their waist cause it looks "trendy", despite torrential rain and cold wind. Guess I was just a natural geek!
The best thing about Saturday for me was the fact that everyone just pitched in, no-one complained, we had a laugh even though it was really bad weather and I got to hang out with my mates but felt my halo shining as I did it. It justified the bottle of wine I got through on saturday night anyway, and the long lie-in on Sunday morning.

oh dear

now I'm not a football freak but even I'm depressed now. :-(

let's see if this works

oooh - mad's helping me with pictures from my new camera - fab stuff - we'll try it with some of the Sagga Wychavon way walk - otherwise known as "lost in a wheatfield" or "I'm getting a wheat intolerance"

It's a knock-out!

Having popped round to my parents house to drop off dad’s father’s day card I got into a conversation with mum about an article she had recently read. It stated that apparently Redheads have a lower pain threshold than other people and also require a greater amount of anesthetic to keep them knocked out during operations. Apparently my dad had come round during dental surgery many years ago and the dental nurse had sprained her ankle trying to restrain him – (why she was trying to hold him down with her ankles was never explained – we got sidetracked before I could ask!).
Anyway, the point of this story was that I’d mentioned, after looking at a photo of myself ten years ago, how red my hair was then, compared to now. Whilst I accept that the majority of the blondness is due to artificial means, it has also lightened naturally too, and whatever the cause I’m now considered strawberry blonde. My mum is extremely concerned that I may not be recognized as a Ginger if ever I need to have an operation, and that I might wake up due to having too little anesthetic.
I’ve promised to make sure I tell any doctor of my plight (how embarrassing would that conversation be…!), but feel I should now consider the options should it be an emergency. Perhaps a tattoo or one of those emergency bracelets like the ones diabetics wear, saying “ALERT – this girl is a Ginger, even through she’s in denial, please knock her out properly”.

I think I need a holiday...

why is it that when the sun comes out the temperature goes up (and I don't mean in a purely centigrade way). everyone at work is ratty, everyone putting in complaints against each other, everyone expecting me to sort it out and I just can't be arsed. Peace, love, and MX5's man.......

after a hot and sticky weekend, chilled only by the breeze in my hair as I cruise round in my new convertible, it's back to the reality of working in a hot and sweaty factory environment on a monday morning. Normally I wander round to talk to people but today I just hid in my air-conditioned office and "looked busy" working at my PC. So much for my HR principles eh!
Spent yesterday walking a bit of the Wychavon Way, or Whichever Way as I decided to call it cause we got lost and wandered for quite a while in a wheat field. I have also decided that the Sagga activity was sponsored by Kleenex, what with the sneezing coming from laura and I. She was suffering far more than me though, poor thing! Probably wasn't helped by the busy farmer who was churning out the dry grass in one of the fields we walked through.

still in lust

both with man and car. and now am 17lbs lighter. something has got to go tits up soon..... I feel the dark clouds of destiny approaching.

question..

how do you stop your house smelling of fish when you have just cooked it for your tea?

I like driving in my car..

Well I do now that I have an MX5!!!!!! Oh yes, oh boy, I'm a chick with a convertible!!!! It's ace!!! I can't use enough exclamation marks to try and convey the big cheesy grin that has been permanently plastered on my face since I picked it up this morning!

Being shallow is great. who needs Maslow's hierachy of needs.... Food? pah!, Shelter? double pah!.... Self-actualisation? ... Who gives a toss about "realising my own potential for self-development"? I say give me a convertible and I've reached my peak.

...Actually I guess, on reflection, the MX5 meets my social and self-esteem needs (and maybe my shelter when I have to live in it because I can't pay my mortgage for the petrol costs).

too hot to handle

I am about to expire. I'm too hot, and it's going to get worse before it gets better. Want to go away this weekend and I bet it bloody rains!

wow

I feel truly geologically enlightened.... and sunburnt! We had an excellent laugh trooping round various beaches looking at rocks from the Jurassic period (no less) and understanding the impact on the drilling tools (well I didn't but the rest of them did). More importantly we got to find fossils on Lyme Regis beach and play frisbee, and eat, and drink... oh boy did we eat and drink. God I miss the sea, I think I need to retire and move to Poole or Weymouth, it's in my destiny! The sun was shining away and as usual I missed soem bits with the suncream so have a stripe on the inside of my arm. but at least I put some on, all the others were too macho and looked like lobsters by the end of it. Oh I am grateful for my X chromosomes.

post bank holiday blues

I've tried to avert the PBH blues by going to Chapel Spa this evening with Heather (of the bland/rumney/rooke variety) which was a rather fab experience. Shunning the usual facial/massage option I chose to be brave and celebrate my weight loss in style...Lying on tin foil being drizzeld with some kind of oil (like a salad), then wrapped in tin foil (like a turkey) and placed in a floatation thing. Wierd but strangely appealing and relaxing... apart from worrying about farting in the tin foil... the human body can be so cruel sometimes!
So only 3 more days till the weekend, except for me it's 2 more days of work and then a geology field trip to Dorset with the Design Engineers to look at rocks. I have my hammer and chisel at the ready...and will report back on saturday.