So, the big announcement...

I'm not pregnant. I'm not moving out (yet), and, no, I'm not engaged. It's something no one will have thought of...

MARTHA'S BLOG HAS RE-OPENED

Please, please, please go and read all about her life. She's such a vain Old English Sheepdog and will be very upset if she doesn't get heaps of visitors. For those who don't know, Martha is my sister's very outspoken dog. So instead of her talking to me non-stop, I gave her blog back so she could talk to everyone else as well!

I had a lovely time down the pub Saturday afternoon. It was lovely and warm for once so we took advantage and walked the dogs down the pub. Sweepie got very over-excited by the traffic and nearly passed out with her frantic Pug breathing. And then when we got to the pub, she jumped on my lap and left a bit of poo on my top - lovely. This could only happen to me! I have to admit it did make me laugh, especially when I was stood in the pub's toilets trying to wash it off with wet, cheap toilet roll that kept disintigrating.

After that excitement, I got the new photo album out and finished adding the photos that we got printed (a 200-pager wasn't enough so we had to get another photo album this weekend):



Sweepie didn't want to sit on the floor because she couldn't see what was going on from there, so she sat on the bench with us. But because I was working on the photo album she had to sit on her father's lap... As you can see she wasn't so keen on that arrangement:



If you go to Martha's blog you can read her account of the day, as well. Really shows how people see events differently, doesn't it? Makes you think.

Yesterday I went to see The Simpsons movie. That was a letdown. It just wasn't as good as you'd expect it to be, considering they waited so long to make a film version. I wasn't impressed.

Last night I started the new Harry Potter book. Yes, I know it's a week late but Mammy didn't pick up the pre-ordered copy until this weekend. She knew how excited I was to read it so she's let me read it first (thanks, Mammy). I'm going to dedicate the rest of my day to it. A spoiler-free review will be added to the site in the next couple of days I'm sure...

Go and read MARTHA'S BLOG - now!

Labels: films, martha, photos, pub, ray, sweepie, the simpsons, websites

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I'm feeling a lot better today. Someone who needed to talk talked to me last night. I sometimes wish people found it as easy to talk as I do. The truth just comes spilling out whether I want it to or not. I think the only time I become tight-lipped is if something is really wrong or if I believe I'm having an hysteria attack over something I've just made into a big deal in my own head. Talking is good: everyone should do it more.

So hopefully this should be a good weekend. It's going to be the first one where no one's been ill or injured or tired I've experienced in about a month now. My weekend's have gone very weird. It feels like I have two Sunday's; Saturday's disappeared. This weekend we're going back to the cinema. To see The Simpsons's movie this time. I wish cinema trips were cheaper cos I'd love to every week. It costs about £7 per ticket, though. I remember the days when you could see a film for under a fiver! Ahh, I'm getting old... ;)

It's still not decided whether or not I'm seeing Amy Winehouse. I'm skint so Ray would be buying the tickets, but he's finally buying Little Red (a car) off his boss so isn't feeling very flushed at the moment. I'd rather move out than see Amy so I don't mind waiting 'til the next tour. Watch this space.

I just checked my site stats and, totally copying Fink Angel, I had to share what searches have brought people here. A lot about bruised feet (nice to see I'm not the only one who suffered a bizzare foot injury); picture of tonsilitis - I've never seen a picture of tonsillitis but I want to! The weirdest and most disturbing was: llyn llech owain pussy... What can I say? I didn't know there was any of that business going on down there, and especially not posted online. What kind of filth is going on down in that woodland park? Hmm makes me want to google it to find out... No, just did it and there was no porn there. Very strange. Aww and one person just googled my name: Ys. For the record that search wasn't related to the pussy search.

There might be some minor site interruptions over the weekend. I'm meant to be moving to a new server tomorrow. There isn't supposed to be any downtime but when do these things ever pan out? Next week there's going to be an announcement...

Labels: amy winehouse, cinema, films, gigs, life, the simpsons, websites

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Life sucks.

But I might be getting to see Amy Winehouse, if I'm lucky.

Bleurgh.

I wish it would stop raining.

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I'm out of blog ideas today so I saw this TMI Tuesday thingy on Izzy's blog and figured I'd do that.

1. Leather, lace or silk?

Leather is fun cos it feels nice and creaks. Lace looks pretty. Silk feels pretty. Leather, I guess.

2. Do you subscribe (or regularly buy) to any "dirty" magazines? Which ones?

No I don't. But if I had cash to burn I would buy FHM or Marie Clarie for the pretty shots of half-naked girls. Cos girls photograph much better than guys.

3. Have you ever had sex in water (tub/pool/lake/ocean)?

No I haven't. And I don't fancy sex submerged. Not only because I'd drown cos that's what I do in water but also cos it can be painful. And painful sex just isn't fun.

4. The three words that best describe you in bed are ____, ____, and ____. Three words that best describe your most recent partner in bed are ____, ____, and ____.

Jeez... um...you should probably ask my boyfriend that question. I'll say: greedy, loud and impatient. My boyfriend: attentive, adventerous and self-controlled

5. Did you lose your virginity as an impetuous youth, "to prove that you loved" him/her, because of a romantic gesture, a newly wed or other (please describe because I can't think of what an "other" might be)?

I lost my virginity because of that corny line: "it was the right time". But it was. I didn't rush into it or anything. Just let it happen when it was the right time. And it was great.

Bonus (as in optional): Name three words that:
a) get you excited

I don't know what the words are but they're said in Welsh

b) make you squirm

Good squirming? Can I say Welsh again? Otherwise, bondage.

c) make you laugh

That farting noise your skin makes when your chests are together and sweaty; that makes me crack up every time.

Wow, they were a little sex-obsessed, weren't they? Well, now you know a bit more about my sex life. Not sure that's a good thing.

Want more? Watch The Used's video in yesterday's post;)

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This is the new video from The Used. Hopefully it won't crash the computer!



Not working? Watch it HERE and read such intellectual comments as hahah bert puked on a chick, nd the used r the sex ^_^. Deary me.

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As a last-minute night out idea, I went to the midnight showing of The Transformers on Friday. And it was so very, very good.



I'm very into my special effects - they have to be done correctly. This film just had it nailed! I think I squeezed the blood out of Ray's hand during every fight scene. I like pretty things and pretty things that go bang! are even more exciting.

It was a great story, as well as all the pretty Transformers. I love, love, love the films made for nerds. Where there is a very pretty girl and very geeky guy and you know from the first scene that the nerdy guy is going to somehow win over the pretty popular girl. Always makes me smile :)



And the nerd was a bit of a honey himself. I think he's the new "it" boy of the moment. Shia LaBeouf. That's one pretty name. I was sure my crush on him must be illegal in some way and Ray assured me the boy was just that: a boy. He'd seen him in one of the kid's films his nieces/nephews watch all the time. But I googled Shia and he is actually twenty-one. Two months older than Ray himself. So I suspect Raymond was just telling me he was young so he didn't have another young man to contend with in my lusty thoughts (he is still recovering from my barage of Harry Potter groans and moans) ;)

So, if you've got a night free: go and see The Transformers. The only bad thing about the whole film was that they didn't play the original theme song, which I remember from my childhood. But you do get a song from The Used so all is not lost ;)

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Pug puppies have been stolen from the town next door to me - from their own home!

Please click on the picture to view the full size flyer:



This is really upsetting. I remember when my babies were still babies. I don't know what I would've done if someone had taken them away.

It's really spooky, as well, cos me and Mammy were only discussing Sweepie and Madge's next litters the day before yesterday!

I hope the babies are found. And I hope whoever took them is sent to jail - although I'm sure he/she won't be.

Do not EVER buy a dog without papers - and especially don't buy a puppy without seeing it with its mother and all it's brothers and sisters. An honest breeder will encourage you to view the baby with its mother.

Labels: pugs, puppies

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I watched the Victoria Beckham Coming to America programme last night. It was aired in the UK as well as America. I assume been as it bombed in America it'll have the same results here. Personally, I quite enjoyed it. Only because I do like watching celebrity's showing how they live their lives. Well, come on, it's not like I'm ever going to be a part of that world and, to be honest, I don't ever really want to be, but I'm nosy so I like seeing how other people live.

I think Posh wanted to show she was "normal" and "fun" and "Check out me, I do actually smile." Well, I kinda knew she smiled cos I've seen her smile plenty of times. I've never understood why people claim she's got a moody persona cos I remember the days that when she smiled the press would scream, "Stop smiling: your smile is scary!" Well, if you want her to stop smiling that pretty much limits her facial expressions to either a freakish frown or the more popular pout. Jeez, I don't care if the woman smiles, pouts, frowns, cries or laughs towards the paps. They seem to love each other and that's what makes a happy relationship, isn't it?

The programme itself was actually quite funny. Obviously a lot of it was staged. And I do wonder if her Personal Assistant wasn't just some actress they rounded up. She either really was that bemused or else it was a big fake. I suspect it was a bit of a faker. But who cares if it's fake, right? The entire celebrity world is fake - so why not their reality shows as well? *

I feel like I missed out on the whole Celebrities Rule The World thing. I don't read newspapers, I don't really ever buy bitchie girlie magazines, I don't subscribe to them piss-take blogs. I just totally missed the entire phenomenon. I didn't really get the whole Pap thing, either, for a very long time. I was into my Buffy and Angel when that craze took off and I don't think Sarah Michelle Gellar and David Boreanaz were really hounded round Los Angeles that often. So I don't understand why I'm supposed to hate the person the paps follow around. Why is that? Because they're popular? Because they look good (I personally don't think they all do)? Or is it because they enjoy the attention?

Whatever the deal is with Posh - fake or real - her programme made me laugh and kept me sitting down on the sofa for an hour, which to be honest I don't do very often for TV programmes these days.

*turns out she was an actress. Apparently they said at the beginning of the show (missed that bit, I was saying goodbye to Ray). There you go. Can't fool me, huh? ;)

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I had a lovely surprise yesterday: a bouquet of flowers from Ray :)



Little sneak snuck off to town before coming over to see me even though he was meant to be doing pretty much nothing so that he'd get better quicker. Can't deny the flowers were/are lovely. They're sitting on my window-ledge now.

Because Ray was feeling a bit better we decided to replant the peas, cucumbers, tomatoes and peppers because some of them have outgrown their wee pots already. Already! I was fascinated by their root work. My God, my children know how to grow!

First up was the one cucumber-plant that had grown:



Next up was the one giant pea-plant:



Then it was the tomatoes:



It was a little sad, seeing them going into such big pots. I think we managed to grow eight tomato-plants, which I was very impressed by.

We then decided we'd break open some of the other pots that looked pretty lifeless and see what had happened to the rest of our children. Turned out we had an infestation of little white worms that were burrowing into the seeds. But we managed to rescue quite a few - cos my children are strong and were still fighting to grow even when they were under attack. We re-planted two of the cucumber-plants, two of the tomatoes, three of the peppers, as well as leaving the remaining five peppers in their original pots to see if they would grow; and five of the peas in their original pots too.

The family is growing larger every day! But even though some of my older, stronger children have moved out into the shed, I still got to keep seventeen of the smaller, weaker ones. They're back upstairs on my window-ledge where I can keep an eye on them.

Proud mother alert:



You never know, these plants might keep my clucky feelings at bay, which do come and go at varying strengths. I think raising plants may be just a little bit easier than an actual human baby, though ;)

(Hand-model was Ray)

Labels: family, photos, ray, veg

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Ray's been ill all weekend. We've been together for fourteen months now and this is the first time i've seen him being properly ill. He's always suffered with his tonsils. During our Flirting Period he was out from work for two weeks because his bad tonsils had him coughing up blood. Incidently, the illness helped us get together because I got to be really obvious in my attraction to him by asking his stepmother (who also worked at the pub) where he was and asking her to send him my love. After that we pretty much stopped pretending we weren't sure if the other one really liked the other one. We got together a month later.

I digress.

On Thursday he came home from work telling me that his right tonsil was hurting (the opposite to mine but of course we all know it had to be me who'd given him the tonsilitis). By Friday night he was pale. By Saturday he was lying in my lap on the sofa unable to do very much at all. He'd already booked Monday off work (we were meant to be going to Oakwood) and that was a stroke of luck really cos just walking Sweepie up the road with me left him nearly fainting. He fell asleep as soon as we got home and slept for a good two hours. Usually he can't sleep well so I knew something was wrong. He assures me he's feeling a bit better now but I wouldn't let him go back to work today. He hasn't got here yet but his text this morning said he was feeling a "bit better" again, which makes me think he's actually still ill but doesn't want me to worry about him. Is this a guy thing? This not wanting people to know he's ill? I know when he's lying so I always know if he's feeling worse or better so why does he hate me knowing he's ill? Men are weird creatures.

So this weekened has been very quiet. The only place I've been is out in the car twice to collect people. Friday night my younger sister rang up crying saying she'd had an argument with her boyfriend. My parents had been drinking so Ray had to drive instead. Turns out the argument was over nothing and there was all the drama for no other reason than love. Damn love! Hehehe. The second trip out was the following night collecting my parents from a wedding party. That was fun. The car has a hole in the exhaust so makes one heck of a noise, it overheated, we couldn't find the venue, there was no reception on the phone! And all the while the car stank of purple Lockets, which I am really starting to hate now.

I'll be happy when Ray's well again. The worrying is quite stressful. Although I must admit I am secretly enjoying playing nursemaid.

Labels: illness, life, ray

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Last night I saw Harry Potter & the Order of the Phoenix. I was so stupidly excited. This is me pre-leaving with my HP scarf on:



There was a bit of a drama getting to the cinema - there was a huge traffic jam. So we cut around it, parked at the bottom of multistory carpark and then walked to the cinema. We were early so that was good :)

Saw a couple of good trailers. I want to take Ray to see The Transformers. It's usually difficult to get him to the cinema but I think this is a film he'll enjoy - cars that turn into robots - if that's not a boy film then I don't know what is!

At last the film started. It was one of those times when I wanted to peel back my scalp so I could just put the whole film straight into my head. The opening scene was so, so good. Someone next to me screamed. Me, I sat there open-mouthed and then went, "Woah." Very, very cool.



It was probably the best film so far - especially when you look at the book and then the film - there's pretty much everything in it. The only thing I noticed was missing was more of the Harry/Cho love affair but it was still in there. And the end - wow! Fuck me, that's what I call a wizard fight! It was as dark and depressing and disturbing as the book as well. I thought it might be too scary for the children but I didn't hear any crying.



There was such homo-erotic stuff in this film. I mean, way more than just the Harry/Ron glances and touches that we usually get. The Harry/Sirius relationship could so have been taken as an older man dating a much younger boy and them not being able to be together because of the age difference. And when Snape threw Harry into the chair and suddenly unravelled all these knickknacks I did wonder what the heck was going to happen next - even Mammy nudged me and asked if that bit was in the book, hehehe.

I loved Luna as much as I liked her in the book, as well. Great casting!



All in all I'd say it was a great, great film. I have to go and see it again now. I'm going to have to bribe Ray with some kind of sexual favour, I think...

(I LOVED this story. The BBC finally getting some comeupance for their We Rule The World attitude. Off with their heads!)

Go and see the film! Now!

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I have officially dumped Ray.

No, not really. I've just sent him packing for the night tonight because I've replaced him with a much younger model.



Yep, tonight I go and see Harry Potter & the Order of the Phoenix for the first time. I can't tell you how excited I am. And not just in a pervy way. I adore the HP films. This book was one of my favourites as well. Books 4 and 5 have been my favourites so far. Last film was great. This film better had be, too ;)



If that picture's anything to go by it looks like it's going to be a lot of fun. How kinky does that look? You just know they've got paddles hidden behind their backs, don't you? ;)

(Pictures are from this gallery)

You should probably feel sorry for Ray, though. He has tonsilitis coming on. I drugged him up last night, gave him my Lockets and massaged his aching shoulders/back but I still told him he couldn't come over tonight cos of my date with Harry Potter. He's promised to stay in tonight and try and sleep off the illness (sleep is about the only cure). Don't worry: I'm not a completely evil girlfriend. I've promised to call him up and nag at him to go to bed as soon as I get back from the film ;) I'm nearly completely better, thank goodness. Still got my voice. And my tonsil isn't too painful anymore. Sweepie's sneezing, too. We've got our first Family Illness, I think.

Expect Harry Potter squee tomorrow :D

Labels: books, films, harry potter, illness, ray

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I'm ill. It's the funny weather. It's brought out a funny cold in me. It's nothing too severe. It's seems to be enjoying the back of my throat the most so I expect to lose my voice by tomorrow. The good thing about being ill is that I was able to stay in bed until 11am this morning and not feel guilty about it.

Other news? I've started reading The Tommyknockers by Stephen King. The film terrified me when I was a child so I always enjoy reading the book. I've read it a couple of times before but I now own the book myself - thanks to the love of a bookstall man in the market who always makes Ray buy me books. This one I got for free - a two-for-one type deal he always gives us. I might marry the bookstall man, actually...

Other than a raging temperature, which is there one second and gone the next, all that's really going on around here is some really unusual glimpses of the sun. I'd almost beleive it was summer...

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Do you know the best thing about having a boyfriend that can speak Welsh?

He can speak Welsh, of course.

I am Welsh. I was born here. I have always lived here. All of my father's side of the family speak Welsh. I have been surrounded by the Welsh language all of my life. I hated the way it was forced on me in school (I never learned much of it and was forced to copy off friends for three year's worth of lessons - how the hell didn't the teachers ever find out?). I hear people speak Welsh nearly every week when I'm down the pub.

And yet when Ray lies on my bed and starts talking to me in Welsh (whether it's rude or not - really, he could be telling me about the weather and it'd have the same affect)... well, when he starts in on the Welsh stuff I pretty much start vibrating off the bed.

I just found a website that's meant to teach you "useful" Welsh phrases. So why on earth does the last one say: Yn araf, os gwelwch yn dda which means Slowly, please? Shocking.

For the first time in my life Welsh is actually fun. But why, after being surrounded by Welsh speakers all of my life, do I suddenly find it such a turn-on? Very strange.

(For the record: English speakers do not have that affect on me at all.)

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We had actual sunshine in Wales this weekend! Lookit:



I got to wear a dress, which I haven't been able to do in over a month now. And I saw actual stars in the sky last night - I'd forgotten what they looked like. I'm not expecting the sun to last (the weatherman keeps telling me rain is on its way again) but I'm making the most of it while it's here.

Such as watching Ray and Daddy building a shed - I love watching man's work from the comfort of my own reclining garden chair.



Sweepie had a dance with Grandma...



Then, while her daddy had a break from shed-building, she gave him lots of snotty-nosed Pug kisses:



She soon got distracted by the Evil Next Door Neighbour and decided to just sit and purse her lips in a threatening way, not daring to start yapping because she knew I'd tell her off.



We had our usual Shitty Sunday Dinner down the other end of the Woodland Park yesterday. This time we had a McDonalds Spicy Veggie Sandwich (bottom of the page), which tasted, quite frankly, like crap. Not a fan at all. It made me feel very sick. But because it was sunny we were able to get out of the car and sit on one of the many benches. And I made a new friend - a grasshopper:



Aside from enjoying the sun, we also went into town and had a look around the estate agents - most of them were shut (why do shops shut so damn early on a Saturday?) so we were only able to point at images in the window or else stare lustfully at their properties list which were teasing us from behind a locked door. We did have two property list's given to us and we went for a drink in a bar to look over them. One of them had all the payment information in the back and we now know for sure that we'll need about £900/1000 upfront. It's nice to have the actual figures now cos it means I can finance things better - I like knowing all the figures. It's an expensive job, renting; if only we had a few hundred thousand lying around, we could just buy then and cut out the middle man who's making all this money off us.



But money's money and who really gives a shit about where it goes? It's all going to end up spent in the end anyway. We bought a photo-album as well cos we've got about 250 photos getting developed at the moment that'll need a home. I cannot wait to put all the photos and bits and bobs in and add all the little blurbs. The photos haven't arrived yet, though, so I have to be patient.

Oh! And the tennis ended. Roger Federer won. No big surprise there. I missed the match (too busy enjoying the sun) but caught the bit at the end where he was being interviewed. Nadal should have won. What am I going to do without Wimbledon playing in the background when I write now?

Labels: life, moving out, photos, sweepie, tennis, weather

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My babies are having a growth-spurt! Check out my baby cucumber (that sounds awfully dodgy):



Isn't he getting big? (This is still sounding dodgy.)

My tomatoes look a big stringy but the on the left shot up overnight - I promise you it wasn't there yesterday. And there's a little baby one in one of the other pots as well.



And I cannot, will not, forget about my peas, who grew first. I have another proper pea-shoot growing in one of the other pots as well.



And, drum roll please, I have finally grown the beginnings of a pepper! No, I didn't kill them all before they even had chance to grow - one is trying, it's fighting it's way to fresh air and sunshine (won't find much of that at the moment but maybe one day soon we'll see the sun again).



I am very impressed with myself. Hehehe.

And in non-related news: I should be getting tickets to see The Editors tonight, a present from Ray :) It'll be our first gig on our own, cos usually Jem comes with us to the gigs cos we all like the same bands.

Time to pray for some sun so more of my peppers will grow...

Labels: gigs, photos, the editors, veg

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I'm loved up. Properly this time. Not scared at the same time, or holding back because I just know it's all going to end any day now: I'm actually properly in love. And it's pretty great.

Things have been changing for me ever since Ray and I tried living together when we were looking after my uncle's house a few weeks ago. The first week was a challenge, my final attempts at pushing him away, convincing myself he was just like every other man I'd ever known - i.e. quite happy for me to run around looking after him and happy only if he was getting sex. I'm not sure why I have such a downer on men. Maybe cos the ones I've always hung around with have been rugby boys who are not really known, as a collective, for being interested in anything but getting laid. The policy with them is any hole's a goal. Charming. So I pretty much had every man under the age of forty as being that way - especially ones under twenty-five. So not only did I have to accept that Ray wasn't only interested in getting in my knickers, but I had to then accept that he loved me. And I mean really loved me. He told me he thought he was falling in love with me two weeks into our relationship. I didn't believe him. Cynical bitter old me pretty had myself pegged as unlovable. And not in any poor me I'm such a horrible person way; it's just something I had come to accept as fact. You don't get to twenty-three (as I was last year) with people who claim to have extremely strong feelings for you not wanting to bother making the effort to get with you without getting a little bitter about love.

It took Ray six months to break me. During the Christmas period I was smitten. I didn't think it was going to get any better than that. But I was careful to remember that I always feel great at Christmas and pretty much love everyone then. Needless to say, the loved up feeling didn't last long. And within two weeks of the new year we'd nearly split up. We didn't but it was a shitty time.

Our anniversary in May wasn't as joyous as I'd have imagined. I think both of us worried it had to end now - we'd shared everything new with one another that we possibly could and just assumed that the love was going to fizzle out because, come on, how many relationships between young people actually last these days? I'm sure I led a lot of those negative feelings.

So, anyway, what's the point in this entry? It was just the realisation that hit me last night: that it's taken about thirteen months for me to finally accept that Ray does actually love me, and that it's perfectly safe for me to love him back. The world isn't going to come crashing down around me, he isn't going to run off with some other girl, isn't going to turn into a woman-hater and isn't going to break my heart. Well, he might break my heart but I can trust he won't try to. And I can pinpoint the turn around point - the second Wednesday we spent at my uncle's house. I wound myself up for a whole week, then when he got home from work that night I burst into tears and accused him of everything I knew he wasn't. And instead of getting angry he reassured me and was far more patient than I would have been. The final turning point was last night. Nothing exciting happened; it was just when everything clicked in my head.

So there you go. If you're also a bitter young woman who doesn't think herself capable of giving up her heart to anyone or doesn't think she's worthy of being loved by anyone who isn't a scumbag: if you find yourself a decent guy it'll take about a year for you to let go of all you insecurities and just learn to accept that love is allowed.

Labels: life, love, ray

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I've had an issue with Haloscan. They deleted all my comments. Apparently you can log in and get the archives restored but considering the site is bouncing on and off, and everyone on the forum is saying their comments still haven't been restored after a month, I thought it was time to ditch them. So I'm now using Blogger's comments. Does mean all my old comments have gone but that's not the end of the world. Hopefully Blogger will keep hold of all my comments for me now.

My plants are growingwell. Strangely, one of the tomatoe's is growing really well but the other five pots are empty. Same with the cucumbers (only there's only three other pots not five). All the peas seem to be doing well, though. No sign of the peppers yet. I'm starting to worry for them.



Those pictures were taken yesterday and they've grown even more just overnight. I'm very excited by it all.

I'm onto Episode 2 of Lego Star Wars now. And it's much more complicated than the first episode. I'm not sure this game was made for children, you know ;) I can't be Qui Gonn anymore cos, obviously, he's dead. I'm either a red droid now or Queen Amidala. I'm killer with a gun! I'm seriously getting hooked.

Let's see if these comments work now...

Labels: lego star wars, photos, veg, websites, xbox

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I've become hooked on Lego Star Wars. I saw the third version advertising in a gadget shop about six months ago and was desperate to buy it. This weekend to cheer me up, cos my foot is still hurting, Ray bought me the first one for the xbox. And it's as good as I imagined - if not better. I've always loved "Star Wars". Sure, the last three (first three, depending on how you look at it) weren't amazing but I was one of the rare people who really liked Episode 1 - I even know the script. So the fact that Lego Star Wars runs you through episodes 1, 2 and 3 I'm more than happy. So far I've only completed Episode 1.

I always play as Qui Gon Jinn. Why? Well, one of the reasons is because he is the Master and I like shouting at Ray or Jemma (depending on who's playing) that I must go first through the doorways because I am the Master. But, there's also a far more childish and inappropriate reason. For reasons only known to us, Jem and I have always called Qui Gon Jinn a paedophile. It came about probably because it's such a serious and upsetting thing that we just had to make a joke of it. Unfortunately for Qui Gon he became the butt of that joke. So I now run around Lego Star Wars shouting not only that I am the Master but that I am a raging paedophile. In fact when Jemma asked what character I was playing at I answered, "I'm Qui Gon - who else would I be? I wanted to be a paedophile."



Don't worry: I know I'm going to hell for such things. I can't help it. If something upsets me I have to make a joke of it.

The Concert for Diana was so good yesterday. And I didn't cry even once. I was very proud of myself. Some Princely pictures. We worked out that we all sat on our bottoms for over seven hours, only getting up to make food/drinks/go for a pee. A really fun afternoon. Mammy and Daddy had me laughing until I cried. I did keep singing "You don't mean nothing at all to me" to Ray - you know from that bad Nelly Furtado song - because the song got stuck in my head and that was the only line I knew. There's got to be some kind of subconscious message there, right? The pair of us always sing breaking-up songs to one another. Heck, it works for us. Hehehe. Anyway, it was a really good show. And I loved William's nerdy dancing to Pharell :D

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This has been a bad week in the UK. Not only is half the country trying to function under many feet of water because of non-stop torrential rain, but we are now facing terrorist attacks. Two failed car bombs in London, and just yesterday a car bomb attack on Glasgow Airport. Thankfully there have been no fatalities in association with the car bombs, the same can't be said for the floods. And they're warning for more rain. 40% warning for where I live. So far there's been no trouble here.

There's one breath of fresh air: the Concert for Diana, which is taking place in London in a few hours. I think most of the country will be sitting down to watch it on the TV. My, don't we have a handsome future-king?

Here's the new layout :) Hopefully everything works. I wanted a red and white layout this time. And vegetables just because they're my new "thing". Which, by the way, I now have four pea shoots and my very first tomatoe shoot!

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