Friday's song..

A bit of Kanyne.. get those heads nodding kids.. It's Friday..

The headlines this week ..

that have made me scream 'WHO FLIPPING CARES ABOUT THIS CRAP?!'

Why are they still in the fame Spotlight?

Why are they still in the spotlight - Part II

Do we actually care?

So disappointing.. I have a thing for ugly men.. Rhys was one of them.. but not any more. He is officially off the list.

Why don't they give her some room to recover?

I guess it has been a slow week, new wise...

Kiefer.

Inspired by Miss F's chat about young Kiefer versus Jack Bauer Kiefer.. I thought I would dedicated my Happy Friday post to the man..

I have had along standing love affair ( I wish) with Mr Sutherland that has spanned about 15 years.. . starting from seeing Lost Boys when at high school, his paleness, fangs and mullet couldn't hide his beauty from me. While others where getting exicted about Five Star and New Kids on the Block.. I had more tasteful idols..

He then went on to make Flatliners, and his slightly arrogant character and romance with Julia Roberts annoyed me but it didn't last long ..

But the making of Young Guns where his gentle Doc character sealed my devotion forever more..

Then the work dried up, Holywood rat pack was no more & he disappeared.. went off to play at being a cowboy for a while..

He re-appeared as the creepy nutter in phone booth and then reinvented himself as Jack Bauer that we all know & love...

So today, while preening myself for a night of drinking & debauchery, I will be watching back to back Kiefer movies and deciding whether I perfer him young or old(er)... or if I am kidding myself that I would even be able to remember to continue breathing if ever faced within him.

Friends in High places..

I have just been told a very alarming story by a mate who works in a Senior management's office about some dodgy goings on by Directors who'se status & lifestyle means they should know better.. I am catching up for the full tale later but I now am sitting in shock and thinking it is like the Government shenanigans.


It is better off just not knowing…

Tonight's song..

is one of my all time favourites. It will probably be our wedding song..

Enjoy. X

Never work with animals..

Pinky just ruined his chances of finding a new home...

Shall We?

..Kill a dreary Thursday by cosying up on the couch & indulge in a bit of script writing ?

...move over Kief.. Miss Forthright needs a seat too... I will get the wine.

The black clouds have arrived.

Today, I seemed to have stalled. I have certain times of the month where I seem to slip into a downward spiral where everything is just much too to cope with and I hate everything about myself. My head fills with doubts and paranoia of bad things going to happen or generally being unlucky. I very rarely get my hopes up & shy away from planning big things, in the fear of being let down and being unable to hide the disapointment from those that know me.

So today I am sitting gazing out the window at the grass, wishing I was at home hiding from the world. My head is filled with doubts about everything from my relationship, the future, my ability to do my job, to my distorted self image in the mirror. And not really wanting to talk or my Mum/ friends/ partner telling me it is ok & smothering me with all the common sense facts of my life of why I should be happy, because something inside me says I am not.

We are off to see the wedding planner at 4.30pm today, which I should be excited at but it feels all too much to think about at the moment and it is another thing that I am worrying might somehow go wrong.

hrrrmp.

Some people just get on my nerves. I can't explain why.. Some have a look that just annoys me. Others have that dithering slow attitude that makes me want to scream. I am face with a combo of this today and my nerves are due to snap.

I am off to get my legs waxed. Hopefully the 1/2 hour of pain will draw me out my mood..

Jack Bauer, K-fed & my New Specs.

I have quite a lot of weird dreams, I put it down to having a vivd imagination that runs riot when I sleep. Celebrities feature quite often in my dreams, sometimes ranging from bumping into them at work to the more stranger situations..

Sunday night's dream featured Keifer Sutherland, walking my parents dog for some odd reason. Which prompted me to spend the most of Monday afternoon watching the remaining 6 hours of 24. My feelings at the end are as follows..

* I am glad Terri Bauer croaked it. She was becoming very annoying towards the end, Ok I know she had been through a lot in 12 hours, but she was unhinged I I struggled to believe Jack would marry her in the 1st place, far less return to her after a spell of freedom.. I don't think I would be able to watch the next season knowing she is in it.
* I warmed towards his daughter in the end. She was quite plucky..
* The whole Nina being the Mole, seemed a bit rushed towards the end. Although she had to be, as Jack suspected her from the start. And he is NEVER wrong.
* I feel vaguely adrift now it is over, like I have just finished a good book & miss the characters.

Last night's dream was even odder, where I was viewing some cottage in the country, which part way through the dream transformed into a multi storeything with a lift. Which while usingthe lift I then bumped into K-Fed & his mate who were dancing & singing in what appeared to be an underground car park.

I remember thinking in the dream that he was actually quite a decent guy but was worried about being nice to him as Britney Spears had so much trouble because of him & I didn't want to be thought bad of.. so I ignored him.

Also picked up my new glasses today. They are much prettier than I remembered, and my eye sight is a lot worse than I thought. I am bit shy towear them though at the moment and feel very self concious while having them on. I might get contacts sooner than I planned.

But it is good being able to see!

Castles, tattoos & genies in a bottle

A different approach for me to posting, I took some pictures to add some colour to my ramblings.. (and I have now figured out how to get the pictures off my phone!)

Yesterday, we spent the day in Edinburgh, taking in the atmosphere of the festival & wandering in the gardens. The picture to the left for all you culture vultures, is of the Castle from the West end of Princess St. Very pretty, I'm sure you will agree.








I also got another tattoo, a spur of the moment decision (which I know is bad - that is how I am). That is the inside of my left foot incase you are wondering..

It hurt like a bugger , I had forgotten how sore they are. I did really want one on my wrist but was talked out it by the voice of reason... 'how would it look when you are a Marketing Director with a tattoo on your wrist?'..

And finally we went and choose our outfits for the fancy dress party next week.. after a huge strop over nothing fitting me and avoiding the shop owner's slightly sleazy suggestions for sexy school girl/ milk maid/ nurse outfits.. I settled on this

I went & got my eye's tested this morning. I was struggling to read things like the menu on Sky TV, so made an appointment. I wasn't too shocked when they told me I needed spectacles. What was surprising was that they told I was no longer legal to drive without them..

So I am now a proud owner of a pair of Miu Miu frames, the glass coated with some anti scratch stuff as I am known to be accident prone. They shall be with me in a week.

Speaking of driving, my insurance company wrote to me yesterday with my settlement figure, which was suprisingly higher than I thought they would offer & higher than I was hoping to fight for.

Other than that, not much else to report.

Tomorrow contains my nightmare,but hopefully it will be over quickly and not too embarrassing.

And Friday I am on annual leave, where the boy & I will be trotting ourselves into Edinburgh and catching some of the Festival delights with some alcohol in for good measure.

Saturday, we are off to trying on fancy dress outfits for a party the following weekend, I fancy something like Little Red Riding Hood & the Big Bad Wolf, but I think the boy is harbouring hopes of sporting a a cowboy outfit..

Sunday might be a boozy lunch as the weekend is topped off with a Bank Holiday on Monday which makes it cool to be drinking on a School night.

Monday brings us meeting the wedding organsier at our venue, to run throughthe contract & high level details and no doubt part with more sums of cash, like monopoly money.

Apparently ..

we are singing a bastardised version of this..

Just great.

Things about me.

A bit of a lazy post today, and I stole it from the wonderful 'A slice of cherry pie'. Which if you haven't had the delight of finding I suggest youtake a trip over. Julia's photography is enough to make the most timid of wannabe chef's head to the kitchen with gusto..

Anyway 4 lots of 4 facts about yours truly..

4 jobs I have had in my life

Well I've actually only had 2 proper jobs in my short live in my choosen profession (Marketing, fact fans) However I have worked in a variety of bars, call centres & restaurants while living the student life. The best being my 1st restaurant & bar that I worked between the ages16 -18. With 4 of my friends at the time as well as my brother. The laughs and hilarity outweighted the paltry pay & mundane of serving the public. And I looked forward to my shifts as it was just liking hanging out with my mates.

4 Places I have lived

This is one I can answer quite interestingly, I have lived in Scotland,Australia, Borneo & Wales.

4 places I have been on holiday

Paris. The boy & I decided to get married here..after a few hours in a bar on the Champs Elysee and figured an Elvis wedding in Vegas would rock.. (that theme died a death when we told our parents)

Prague : I loved the gothicism and alien culture of Prague, having never been that East in Europe before I found it a cultural wonder.

Barcelona. : the street selling pets stilll upset me.

Rome: which delighted me more than I expected - the people, the city, the culture. All of it.

4 of my favourite foods

I am quite a simple soul when it comes to food, I do enjoy lots of different dishes & I a happy to try new things but my favourites things are simple..

Coffee : does this count as a food? I am not sure.. But I love it & I look forward to having good coffee each morning. i do prefer a smooth blend and tend to drink with milk.

Cherries ; by far my favourite fruit. I love soft fruits and berries the most. But cherries are top.

Fresh bread : nothing beats warm fresh bread - preferably brown & seeded.

Crackers & cheese.. eaten with family and friends and long lazy chats.

Four places I would rather be right now

At home with my cats snuggled up on the couch with a good book ..

On a sun-drenched beach.

In a nice pub in town with good friends having a lazy lunch.

Not in work!

Catslife X

A mood most foul.

Hey. How's your Monday been? I hate Mondays. I am especially hating today as my ribs seem to be getting more painful as time goes on, so my temper is on a short fuse with even the nicey folk in the office grating my nerves.

What didn't help that I came into a cheery email this morning stating that the next team building fandago was that we were going to do is creating a flipping music video together ..and singing... Yep. SINGING.

Jesus. H .Christ , what is WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE??!

Now don't' get me wrong, I am all for team building, and I am part of a great team. But singing.. I am under no illusion that I can sing & coupled with a video camera pointing at me it is my worst nightmare.

I do not harbour fantasies of being discovered on X Factor as I am well aware it is beyond my ablities and mainly because I am quite shy. Which people findquite strange, as on meeting me you wouldn't think so. In work I can stand & present without fear, and quite comfortable to chair meetings at senior level.

However ask me to be bold in a personal context & the good old nervous rash appears and I start fretting weeks before the actual event. And to add insult to injury I am pretty sure I gave them the idea as I joked when they said they had a few good ideas by saying ' It isn't singing or something is it?'. F**kers.

The only good news for today is that it looks like my car insurance company is coughing up, so I now need to do it fight them for how much. And I have discovered my local dry cleaner does an ironing service, so my ironing board is getting binned..

For Miss F..

I hope you enjoy it.. Best line of the film..

'you don't have to beat me David, you just have to keep up'.

Hey thanks lil' Monkey Dude..

This is making the press at the moment..

A Rant Brewing

I used to love Marilyn Manson. Some people find him weird / scary/ creepy / ugly.. but I got what he was about from his early days. The weirdness, the make up is nothing new, he takes inspiration from the Rock greats such as Bowie, Ozzy and Alice Cooper, packages it up & sells it to the teens of today. The clever thing is that the more people complain the more albums he sells. He understands the American Culture and leverages it in the best way.

I loved the whole Dita & him romance. they were perfect together - a munsters type fairytale. Their wedding was beautiful, and even though she stole Manson off the market, I warmed to Dita too as she helped him move in a new direction.

When they split in January I was sad & Manson has arguabley made one of his best albums yet through the break up.

However this fucking idiot just makes my blood boil. I have quickly realised that I cannot stand her. What really pisses me off is her stupid line 'I’m really just being me and growing up' - No if you were just being YOU, why are you lookin' like a poor man's Dita? HUH?

Today's song..

Is the fabulous Gwen Stefani, who I love.

Seller's Regret.

I had a wardrobe clear out a while back, put stuff to charity and sold some bits on ebay. In the ebaying lot was a pair of soft black leather cowboy boots. Which I hadn't worn for a while, so figured, I may as well flog them.

Guess what would go great with my outfit today .. a pair of soft black leather cowboy boots, just kicked in enough to look vintagey and not too Yeah hah lets line dance.

Meh.

Time for some music.

Being an ol' romantic, I do love this song.

You wanted him...

you got 'im!

Never mind the Polar Ice caps melting..

I have more pressing concerns about global warming... the bloody creepy crawlies are getting bigger..

And yes, that IS a ten pence piece beside it....

Hey Miss F..

A little bird tells me you are hurtin'.. how about I come over & make it better for ya...

Don't try this at home kids.

Another day, another bruise... I am still recuperating from my off roading land speed attempts in an unsuitable car on Saturday and the bruises are appearing now.. To date I have:

- A black eye. Not a full on Rocky Balbour type but just enough to give me that rough & ready fighting on a Saturday night appeal.
- bruised cheek.
- bruised spleen & kidneys - which is VERY Sore. I can only imagine this is what it would feel like to take a spin in the washing machine.
- bruises on the underside of the tops of my arms ( how did I do that?!)
- very sore ribs, meaning it is painful to breath & unfortunately laugh..
- bruised hip bones
- bruised top of my thighs.

The good news is that I have some whopping 600mg Ibroprofen that makes everything a bit warmer & fuzzier when it hurts too much.

Eye candy.

I was watching Blade again today. My choice of genre for those not -feeling-so great days is always Horror. Preferably featuring vampires. I have always had a bit of a thing about vampires, I suspect it is driven from reading Anne Rice during those impressionable teenage years and the romanticism of Lestat et al has always stuck with me, rather than the fact that they drink people's blood and probably look more like Bela Lugosi that Antonio Banderas.

Anyway I came across this old favourite piece of eye candy. Now I know he is short & he was in bat shit crazy Britney's video, but I do like him.

P.S While looking for a suitable picture of Mr Dorff, I can across this site. I cannot believe some of the obsessions out there...

And to make matters worse..

Thanks to smashing up my car on Saturday , it has now struck home that I have no way to get to work now by wheels are out of actions.. and it looks like I am bus-ing it.

This is fretting me quite a bit as I haven't travelled by bus for over 10 years .. I don't know where to start. Do I need the right change? What is the right change? If I don't have it do I not get on the bus ?? Where do I actually get a bus??

What is bus decorum these days???

Another crappy day in a crappy week.

Well, I tempted fate didn't I? Laying down the challenge that that week couldn't get any worse, boy was I wrong..

Yesterday morning, I rose to the sound of rain (again), but slightly optimistic and thinking of the list of chores I was going to do today as Mr C was working.. wondering if one of the 2 packages that I had to pick up from the Postage contained my AWOL phone and reminding myself to drop off the pet insurance documents at the vets for Sick Boy's overnight stay.. and wondering what I would wear to the Edinburgh Tattoo tonight as it would be cold & wet.

What the day actually materialised into was me managing to write of my car due to skidding in the wet, sending it spinning into a 3 pillared bollard, then spending 4 hours in accident & emergency and scaring my nearest & dearest half to death with my driving antics.

Thankfully I am ok, a bit bruised about the ribs and I have a great black eye to show at work on Monday, unfortunately I don't think my wee car will pull through.

And to add insult to injury it wasn't my flipping phone in the package...

Introducing..

Boss Cat.. he takes no nonsense, and rules with an iron paw.

Sick boy ... key skills include ruining carpets and avoiding medication..


And the escape artist.. You will never take his freedom..

The Weekly Cat Round Up.

I haven't been around much this week to post, mainly because I have had the crappiest of crappy week ever in crappy town.

Monday kicked off with a 4:40am rise to catch the red eye to London. So the night before was a broken sleep flitted with strange dreams of sleeping in & missing planes, all to sit in a 4 hour meeting ran by the bean counting accountants who doom mongered us all with the great news that we already knew. The summary being that we are way off income targets for 2007 and 2008 is just going to get tougher with bigger goals to hit and less money to spend.

So after being thoroughly depressed and not even a decent lunch provided, I chose to leave the office early and wheedled my spare 45 minutes in Duty Free buying some body crème to match my perfume. Thankfully the flight left on time and I arrived in Edinburgh after a short in-flight disco nap, feeling not too bad.

But my mood was not to be lifted long. Back home cat Numero Duex, appeared after a day of prowling in the sunshine to scoff down some of Whiskas' finest and then promptly cough it back up on my dining room carpet.

Not satisfied with horror of cat kibbles, chicken & peas mixed with belly juices that he had just manufactured, he then decided to move to the living room and repeat the exercise. His timing coincided perfectly as I was just about to sit down to my dinner.

So after scrubbing the cat sick out of the carpets and coupled with my early rise, I took to my bed with said cat, for us both to get some R&R away from the rest of the menagerie. This was not to be had as said cat was promptly sick again. Infact he was sick approximately 10 times throughout the night on an hourly basis , each time his hacking waking me and having me reaching for the Vanish Stain remover.

Tuesday kicked off bleary eyed rushing to work to send things home to work on & a vets appointment. Which on examination it seems he had caught some viral infection that meant he kept in & put on a drip. (now if any of you out here have pets, you will know that a cat overnight stay is about the same cost as B&B in a 3* hotel.. yes really)

So I spent Tuesday scrubbing carpets, worrying and not getting much of my growing work pile done. Tuesday night was another broken sleep, this time full of drowning kittens that I couldn't save.

Wednesday was back at work, 2 days of out the office to catch up on & thankfully good news that the cat could return home. he was now none the worse for his illness apart from a shaved paw and a empty belly. I on the other hand was £120 lighter in the wallet and 10 years on my age with stress, and facing the delightful prospect of having to try & wrestle a tablet down his throat twice a day for the next week.

Thursday morning I rose, slightly more optimistic, that the week could not get any worse to find I was one cat short in my gang of 3, the youngest, who is not allowed out yet, had decided he was old enough to outside & clambered out the athroom window & escape via the little hopper hatch in the night. After a heart stopping 20 seconds, I figured he probably hadn't gone too far & sure enough , he appeared sheepishly from around the side of the house.

So tonight will be spent flaked on the sofa catching up on my Jack Bauer prescription which I have missed thanks to my furry trio and trying to make sure there is no damage to themselves, property or my sanity.. .

What would Jack do?

Friday night, end of a looooong week and we all know Jack would just be warming up to save the world yet again. Yours truly, however will be hitting the bar for some well earned Mojito's and ramble about anything that enter's my brain...

And I can always find a good reason to post a piccie of KS with his weapon out.

Have a good one Bloggers.

Random thoughts & Musings for a Friday..

Things I am loving at the moment.

· My 3 cats. Even though they are like the 3 horseman of the apocalypse at times with their wanton destruction, and continue to leave me random dead animals on the doorstep, I truly adore them. Nothing sooths the soul more than a furry purring cuddle.
· Cherries and soup. Sorry, not technically eaten together, but both are my saviours in my stop eating junk food mission.
· My new shoes bought in the sale from Bertie. Only down side is that they mark very easily. I am giving thought to ordering them in black.
· Burgundy nail polish on all fingers & toes. I am trying to work the groomed look at the moment. It may not last but I am loving my nails all the same.
· Clarins Eau Dynamistante. I have rediscovered this recently & I cannot get enough of it. It is officially my happy scent.
· The mannish influences seen on the catwalk for the forthcoming Autumn wardrobe. And although we haven’t really had a summer, I get excited about new season fashion. ( I feel a separate post on my Must haves for Autumn..)
· Keifer Sutherland. Of course.

Things that I am pondering today..

· Why was there a strange cat shouting at the different doors of my house this morning, much to me & my cats' bemusement. Does he belong to someone? Did he want in? Did he want my cats out? Did he think my cats were girls? What was his problem? He is lucky that cat Numero Uno, didn’t wander back from his morning constitution and catch him skulking. There would have been trouble. Boss cat does not like any strangers on his patch far less serenading on the patio at 8am.
· Do I really want a pair of high waisted trousers? Are they flattering on anyone under supermodel porportions or do I run the risk of looking like my mum in the early 80’s?
· Why can’t I find a black (maybe sheer) blouse with puff sleeves (length not decided), with a pin tuck bib for wearing with above trousers?
· My hairdressers appointment tomorrow .. Should I go slightly blonder or just keep to the same tones?
· Could I get away with wearing Gladiator sandals to work?
· Where is my new phone? Has it been held up with Postal Strikes or gone missing…
· Why do some people make things overly complicated? Or am I missing something? Do I see things too simplistic and not understand the problem properly? Or do some people just thrive on the drama??
· Could I get away with a small tattoo on my wrist even though I work in a corporate environment?
· Why the hell is my PC now slower even though it has been upgraded?? It is being to impact my online autumn wardrobe scoping…

Oh, as I remember, the wax session went fine. A bit on the stingy side, and some hairs were too short but over all not too bad. I shall be venturing back.

Waxing PII..

Just spoke to several colleagues in here about my appointment this afternoon. Each had several horror stories about said waxer, ranging from ingrown hairs, missing patches and burns & scarring.

It is now too late to cancel or they will take the payment anyway.

Flippin' great.

The Booby prizes..

Not a bad line up really...

Beauty & the beasting.

This morning I will be spending my time fretting over my leg waxing appointment at 2pm. I know you are thinking ' FFS! Catslife it is only a leg wax' but I haven't had my pins waxed in a long time. With the reason being that the last time I did, the brutality of the beautician convinced me she was a direct descendant from Genghis Khan.

Not only did she miss bits so my legs were not Veet Advert smooth but she left me with carpet burn like sores from not pulling the wax off fast enough & then trying to do it again. While regaling me with tales of drinking at the weekend and what a hangover she had. Not the best experience to be had.

I am hoping that since I have booked a more upmarket salon this afternoon that it will not be a traumatic and I can ditch the razor after all.

I shall update you on my experience this afternoon.

Hell yeah.

A gratuitious Keifer moment. Because I so would. Y-fronts or not.

And today's worst dressed award goes to…

I know when I am bored at work as I fashion watch or lack- of- fashion watch. So I would like to present to you, today's Master of Style Winner..

The woman at the end of the office, who is the wrong side of 40 to be wearing a skirt that is 6 inches above her knee. I am sure she is a nice lady, but the fact that she also has a hair cut very similar to Shirley from Eastenders, means the preconceptions are already there.

I would like to give special mention to..

the over weight chap, who's white shirt is not only delighting me with the out line of his nipples but it is too small & so I have a grand view of his man boob cleavage.

The girl who flaps about the office in Flip flops, vest top and no bra come rain , snow or shine. Her dyed black hair scraped into a Croydon Facelift pony tail means I am slightly intimidated and avoid speaking to her at all costs.

The Permatan man who's outfits are ordered in bulk from Next and he is now far too orange and neat looking to be taken seriously.

Today's Run down..

I have done very little work, even though I have shitloads to do. My motivation is at an all time low at the moment. However my 6 month review from my Boss went very well, which surprised me.

I forgot yet again, to post an ebay parcel.

I have spent the day having lots of laughs with the wonderful Miss F, discussing in intricate detail the wonder that is Kiefer Sutherland. I am sure if we just got to LA, our plan would work.

I wore a new dress to work today that I wasn't sure on and was considering selling , but I have had 4 compliments today on it. So not all that bad.

I have now lost a stone in weight & I feel good for it. And I am managing to stick to my 'eating no junkfood' approach.

My skin is crap at the moment.

My fashion mojo has taken a dive. I can't find anything in the shop that excites me. And I am sick of tunics/ smocks & leggings.

I have an appointment to get my legs waxed tomorrow, which I haven't done in years. I am now stressing that it will be too painful.

Tonight's plan features, fake tanning, cat cuddles and Jack Bauer. Which I am looking forward to.

Wanted

A large vintage looking slouchy bag - colour yet undetermined but I am leaning towards tan or grey. The key factor is that must look good & effortless. If you have found such bag on your travels.. Please get in touch. A good loving home is waiting..

I am such a label whore

And have upgraded my phone to this baby..

http://www.pradaphonebylg.com/

But isn't it beautiful?? Say it is..

What the hell is today's world coming to?

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/news.html?in_article_id=472069&in_page_id=1770&ct=5

When I opened this article I expected to read it was in Iraq or Afghanistan. I cannot believe this happened in Britain today.

I am not sure if you saw Panorama last night, which was about the Happy Slapping phenomenon (or worse in some cases) where kids are filming fights on their mobile and then uploading to YouTube. While the violence was horrific and I am not skating over it , but for me, the most shocking part for me was the comment of the YouTube representative, who when asked why they did not block these kinds of videos, they stated they did not feel it was their responsibility to police their own site's content, but for the Police to contact them about individual cases & they would then be happy to assist.

WTF?

Now coming from a Financial Services background where corporate and social responsibility is paramount and we are heavily governed and fined I may add, I found this absolutely flabbergasting and very irresponsible to the point of arrogance.

Imagine for a moment if a Bank took that attitude with your account? Yes Mr Customer, we know people are hacking our accounts/ defrauding our customers / using your id/ laundering money but until the police contact us about specific cases we won't take an security measures to prevent law breaking? Now I know I am exaggerating a bit, and it isn't on the same level, but with this attitude, in my opinion it is as if they are condoning it?

Wrong. It is so wrong.