From the old to the new
I woke up this morning with a spring in my step, a smile on my face and a cat on my head. Today was going to be a good day. For one I knew I wasn’t going to end up with a 2 mile walk home in the pissing rain in high heals snuffling about ‘the bastard ex’; my Counting Crows tickets* had arrived and a box of four toffee cup cakes had been delivered as a present. What’s not to love?
Ok, I know it’s Monday and I shouldn’t be feeling this good, especially as i’m now well enough be back in work, but look, godammit, I can have a good day.
Even the universe is on my side “You don’t have to take everything so seriously, Wee-H. Reality isn’t black and white, answers don’t have to be yes or no, and absolutely nothing has to happen today.” and thank god for that, I can put myself (and you poor lot) on a self imposed Christmas break from sorting out my life. Especially as i’ll have plenty of time to wallow when I spend the whole of next week at home with the parentals in deepest darkest Cheshire drinking gallons of Baileys and eating my body weight in pigs in blankets, and to be really honest, I dislike self indulgent therapy type blogs and annoyingly this has become one.
So as you Americans put it, time for some time out.
But whilst I’m in recovery I better give you something to read, so get over to ‘Um Now What?’ to read my first guest post HERE
I’ve also been trying to get around your blogs today to leave a little comment love and i’ve added all you nice newbies to my reader (blog roll will get updated when I can be arsed) but i wanted to say hello to…
Sarah Von @ Yes and Yes (a traveller chick who for 11 months has only being wearing one contact – huh?)
Hedgewytch @ Widdersyns (Tarot cards, bollywood?)
Kylie’s Random Thoughts (she’s just started so go say hello)
Belle @ totallyshould (is she good luck chuck?)
Muffy @ My friends are sluts (I just love this blog name!) and
Tish Tash @ My telephone booth (Im particularly loving the sarky writing on this blog, a girl after my own heart)
and the new boys…
Brennig Jones (a man with a horse, and no that’s not Sophie)
Dungeekin @ Diary of a Geek in Oxfordshire (politic extraordinary and a bit scary cos hes so clever. And funny.)
If there are any more lurkers out there, say hi too (pretty please? For my xmas present?)
And i’ll leave you with the only xmas pic from me you are going to get. (I promise, ok, maybe I lie a little).
Mwah
Kx
*at least that’s one thing I got out of the ashes of my relationship, he gets the Ray Lamontagne tickets. I win
“at home with the parentals in deepest darkest Cheshire drinking gallons of Baileys and eating my body weight in pigs in blankets”
Welcome to my world!!
Oooh, I want to go to the Counting Crows concert with you! My first concert of theirs (after being a fan for a decade) was actually in Glasgow in 2004–I flew back to Scotland just for that concert and actually attended with MY ex (while sleeping on my former flatmate’s floor, while she was sleeping with my boyfriend–as soon as I moved back to the States, while still together with him, they started sleeping together behind my back–how effed up is that situation???).
Nice job snagging those tickets. And that awesome cat in a tree photo. It really is a good day.
Those eyes…. is that cat an alien?
Thanks for the love, Miss. Not really sure what sarky means, but in context it sounds like a compliment. How’d you know I was a whore for those?
And hello to you too!
Scary? Moi? I think not….
D
helen if you need rescuing give me a shout. I’m more than happy to be shown the delights of canal street!c&c i’ll be having a blog auction for my spare ticket. First one to scotland gets it! That is a fecked up story and a half. Were they all scottish or was it our lax attitude to relationships that encouraged them? Ouch anyways. Andy and Brennig i like his superior nose in the air,i’m not getting out of here look. I got him back by making him wear tinsel for 2 days! Tish tash sorry i meant sarcastic and yes it is a compliment! Dungeekinok, you aren’t scary. Much! But educational (i need it). Oh and very funny!
Sometimes just forcing myself to acknowledge those little things that make me smile, like stepping on frozen puddles, is enough to quash those big deep thoughts running through my brain.