Some tunes for your tuesday evening..

I do like Kanye West, plus this one features Jamie Foxx, who is..well a fox.

getting old, smashing cars and dresses.

First and foremostly, you will be pleased to know that I survived Saturday's Shopping Saga, we only visited Jacque Vert twice and I am pleased to say the lilac jacket groping of previous visits has resulted in a purchase. Now we just have to get a hat & it is a done deal.

For the same wedding, I chose this dress, which I will wear with a 60's style floppy hat & lots of bangles.

I also bought my wedding dress which is very informal but pretty all the same. I will post pictures after the event as Mr C is being very superstitious and not wanting to see it before then. fingers crossed the bump doesn't decided to grow any bigger in the next week & a half.

Finally this story brightened my day, with the description of ' The retired church minister lost control as he reversed outside the Porsche showroom next to his home, hitting a red Carrera II, which acted as a ramp and flipped the Fiesta car over on to a silver 911' cracking me up.

Of course the big question is, what speed was the geriatric Evil Kenevel was doing in reverse to manage this feat..

Ground Hog Day Part II

Amongst the other odd things that seem to happen to you when you are pregnant -leg cramps, sore backs, odd muscle stretching feelings and nosebleeds, to mention a few.. I have found myself waking very early. Too early for a Saturday. This morning's alarm call was 6am.

So I am sitting waiting on a bath running, and mentally preparing myself for a re-run of last Saturday.

We are back to Glasgow again. To look at the same lilac jacket that was groped/ tried on and pondered over no less than 5 times last week. Despite, yes despite, the fact that my Gran left the same shopping centre last week, with an outfit purchased and wrapped in tissue paper like all those posh stores do. But she wants to go back to Jacque Verts again.

It is becoming like a Pavlof's experiement, the very mention of the brand name & I can feel a headache starting..

Wish me luck.

Ms Catsllife & the Graduate.

I now have a young graduate sitting opposite me at work. For those that do not work in a large organisation that has Graduate Schemes, these are young keen types just out of university, who do various placements around the company, picking up crap tasks in departments that no-one else can be ar$ed with, all with the shiny promise that it builds experience and one day they will be great.

You can usually spot them a mile off and I am not sure what annoys me more - his young bright eyed keenness, his penchant for pink ties, maybe the fact he has to ask lots of questions to everything he is asked to do or the fact his aftershave smells like Mr Pledge and is giving me a headache.

However I have decided to turn this annoyance into an amusing sport, as I have discovered is that the stuffed pigeon that sits on my desk worries him. (You can't beat a bit of taxidermy to freak the Vanilla types).

So I am proceeding to convince Grad-Bot ( as I have decided to name the little droid) that I have a sideline in making house décor out of road kill.. My best selling item is resin sealed flattened rabbits as food place mats… I do bigger animals such as foxes as dining room tables or coffee tables.. He is sitting aghast and confused at the 'does not compute ' conflict of my blonde sunny type appearance coupled with the tales of stuffing & moulding flattened mammals for a living.

Later I shall do a wee bit research to the technical bits of taxidermy & that will be feature in future conversations with him..

How goes it?

I haven't been blogging much lately, as I haven't had much to report, other than the depressing gorwth of my waist.

Mr C & I have got our wedding sorted, and we jet off to the US of A, in 2 weeks time. I have still to think about my dress, which I am putting off as I don't really know what to wear and also the bump is growing at an alarming rate these days. Speaking of the bump, everything is fine there, all tests have came back well, and it seems I am truly building the next super race.

Last weekend was a day shopping on Saturday with my Gran & parents to Glasgow for outfits for a family wedding we have in May (not mine!) - turned out to be utter hell & we were in Jacque Vert, no less than 5 times. I didn't manage to look at much (due to our Jacque Vert ground hog style session) othe than Maternity wear in New Look was depressing to say the least.
Why does nowhere do nice maternity clothes - unless you are a combats & trainers girl, you are fooked. Didn't help my gran wandered over into the Inspire size 16 -22 area and starting lifting things that she thought were nice. I promptly had a hissy fit, stating I am pregnant and although I have a bump - I haven't doubled my friggin body size.

So I came home and spend a fortune on my Husband-to-be's credit card on Isabella Oliver stuff, and swore to myself that I won't be doing this pregnancy lark ever again.

Other than that I am in bad mood and hating being in work. I truly believe I am not cut out for working. Surely was made for greater things other than this mundane?

As a result I am taking a 1/2 day holiday today mainly because I cannot face the sh1te conversations that are babbling on around me. I am not even in the mood for torturing the new graduate placement AKA the grad-bot who is sitting opposite me today.

Best line I have heard trip out a Director's mouth this morning.. 'Its up to us to live and breath it. And live and breath it we shall' - he was talking about a flipping IT system's change.

These Fudricks should be shot on sight for that kind of drivel. Seriously, the people without brains & the grad-bots take that kind of thing to heart, and start parroting it out. It is the business equivelant of the Crazy Frog song.