Is It So Wrong?

When you find someone attractive but you don't know what they look like?

When you haven't spoken to them?

When they have no idea you exist?

But there's something about the way they write, their style of blogging - indeed their blogs themselves that just make them seem so attractive that you're compelled to want to email them in a bid to get to know them better?!

Yeah, that just about sums me up - completely and utterly mental!

The Bandwagon

Following on from some of my fave blogs (which aren't on my list - yet)

You Are 24% Evil

A bit of evil lurks in your heart, but you hide it well. In some ways, you are the most dangerous kind of evil.

How Evil Are You?

Jellyfish

The post might give you too much information so read at your own peril!

I know women complain about it all the time. The fact that we (women) have to go through it and that men don’t – well debateable I guess depending on the men you know. But yes – that time of the month (TTOTM).

I don’t moan about it too much. I mean – it’s the way of the world. I don’t mind the aches and pains – probably because these don’t affect me that much. What I hate is how emotional it makes me! I never used to be like this – TTOTM would come and go and I would happily carry on with my day to day (albeit mundane) life.

This month though, I am so emotional it’s too crap. We all know that I’m emotional at the best of times. The thing is, I miss S. I know I shouldn’t. What I should mention here is that S came to New York; I don’t think I’ve mentioned that before (!). And not that I was expecting it to be a massive love fest because I truly believed at that time (and still do) it was over but I was expecting it to be fun. For the four of us (S, siblings and I) to have laughs. It didn’t turn out like that. It seemed my siblings took S’ side whenever he was making fun out of me. If I suggested doing anything other than shopping or stopping to take photos of random things – everything was ridiculed. Maybe that explains why I felt like this about it once I got back.
To cut a long and boring story short, S and I haven’t spoken since we got back. That was 5 weeks ago (yeah, I’m counting; yeah, I’m a saddo!) and since then I haven’t called or texted him. This is a big thing for me. It is hard to just lock someone off who has been a constant in your life for nearly 8 years. Someone who you’ve had communication with at least 90% of that time. We didn’t even have an argument. We just didn’t talk. And that in itself is enough for me to know that any hope I had that things could have worked themselves out between us (so I’m an optimist – sue me!).

But now it’s TTOTM and yesterday I cried. I miss him. I miss the amicable banter between us. I miss the fact that I didn’t have anyone to talk about the inauguration with. I miss hearing his voice. Even as I write it brings tears to my eyes and what with being at work, that’s probably not a good thing.
Why does TTOTM make me so emotional? I had an argument with my siblings about why they call each other instead of me when asking for a lift (petty I know) if I’m the one that’s coming to pick them up. It’s like calling a taxi company and the controller telling me where and when to go. I know this is something that’s stupid. Something that I wouldn’t usually even think about twice but yesterday it reduced me to tears.
TTOTM is awful. If I’m emotional at the best of times, TTOTM reduces me to a bawling overemotional jellyfish (what an analogy!).

Scrumpy's Antics

I'm still relatively new at my job so it's a constant learning process (my line manager loves to hear that!). It also means that I'm constantly meeting and being introduced to a bunch of people whose names I am never likely to remember.
Obviously we all have ID cards and the majority of people tend to wear them around their neck so it's usually hanging around the navel area. I'm one of these people.

Today, I was standing around doing what I do best (nothing) when a member of staff who I've yet to meet/work with (X) came up to me.
She pointed at my navel area so thinking that she wanted to know my name, I enthusiastically flashed my card saying my name. X shook her head at me and mumbled something at me. Oh, she didn't want to know my name. Fair enough. I assumed she wanted to get to the drawers behind me so I moved out of her way. Again, she shakes her head and still mumbles.
Erm.. look of confusion starting to register on my face - do I have something on my top? Looking down, I see that I don't so I say "I'm sorry?".
"Your zip!" she mentions far louder than the mumbling she had earlier exhibited!
How embarrassed was I?!

The other incident which wasn't nearly as embarrassing. I leave my house about 7:45 to get to work. I live in a quiet cul-de-sac and because of the recent Arctic like temperatures that Britain has been experiencing, I'm careful about my footing. Tuesday morning was particularly icy.

As I walk out, I see a man walking/slightly limping across my road. Just as I'm about to put in my earphones, I hear a thud. I turn around to see the man on the floor. So being me, I ask him if he's OK. He says he'll be fine but he didn't seem to be able to pull himself up. I asked him again because at this point he was dragging himself across the (albeit small) gap on the pavement to the nearest garden pillar.

As I watched him try to drag himself up, I could see he was struggling so I asked him if he was OK. By this point, I could see that his legs weren't that strong - something of a dead leg as such which blindly explained the limping so I asked him if I could try to pull him up. Holding both his hands, I tried to pull him up but I couldn't. We tried again with him using the post for leverage but I just couldn't get him off the floor.

He was starting to get a bit worried about how he was going to get up so I told him to hang on - I'd just quickly run back home and get my brother who'd come and help us. Waking up my sibling who hasn't got anything to do at the moment because he's off university at that Godforsaken hour wasn't about to go down to well until I quickly stammered out I needed his help. Along he came and lifted the guy up from behind with not that much effort - bless his heart!

It's the little things that make you smile.

I Am Curious

What is the acceptable time span to keep wishing people "A Happy New Year"?

As in, at what time does it become unacceptable? Can I wish someone when they get back from holiday at the end of January? Is it too late then?

Another extraordinary musing courtesy of Scrumpy! First proper day back at work and the clogs have been grinding away!

What's Going Around

People get bare tag happy in the SL blogosphere don't they?!

So before I get feeling left out when nobody decides to tag me (awwww), I'm just going to write it as it is!

I don't tend to have any resolutions. If I did, they would have gone like this:

• Try not get as much road rage (broken at 02:35 01/01/09)
• Try not to swear (broken 02:37 01/01/09)
• Try not to eat that much take out (broken 15:05 01/01/09 whilst at the pub)
• Lose a lil' weight/tone up - shit that will never happen let alone get an opportunity to be broken!

As you can see, the whole process would have been sooo pointless that it would have been a waste of time even trying!

So instead, I've decided to do actions. Things that I need/want to do by the end of 2009. These involve:

• Doing my bit to aid the combat of climate change. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a tree hugger but I do want to do my lil' bit. So, I will be turning off unnecessary lights, printing on both sides of the page, turning off my monitor (though not when writing a post!) and trying not use my hair straighteners that much (a whole load of energy in itself!).
• Learn sign language.
• Go on a digital SLR beginner course.
• Attempt to learn the flute.
• Only spend £50 a month on any extra curricular activities (like going out partying, clothes I don't need, make up that might make me feel good).
• Spend time with those that matter,
• No more drama (though it does entertain me when I read back on previous blog posts!)!

And last but by no means least - learn to say NO. Seriously. No means no. What's that overly friendly hot neighbour (it started off so well but he's started to leer at me now!)? You want to show me a good time? No thank you. But it'd be really good fun? Yeah, no thanks. What do you mean I'm giving off signals that I want you? For the love of God, NO! Clear enough signal for you?!

I think this might be the most important one too. I seem to get myself into predicaments where guys seem to think I'm interested in them when I'm not. Just because I'm willing to hang out with you does not mean I want you.

So there it is - in all it's glory.

Happy New Year to all! :)