Hamster Watch Week 2

As you can see we are letting Shammy the Cannibal * out of his pen now.. He has daily routine runs round the room including climbing on the plant pot and biting anything he can get his little teeth into.


Reg plays warden and keeps a wary eye on him, cause we all know he has had the taste of blood ..









*Shammy actually killed and ate (yes ate!) his brother, so he is now in solitary confinement for his remaining years alive.

Hair issues

I am considering getting my haircut. Like Natalie's below.. I have quite similar bone structure and colouring, so I have no fear of it not suiting me... My concern lies in that that I am getting married next year, actually it is precisely 1 year and 2 days time.. so should I be sensible keep growing it or think what the hell there is aaaaages yet? And who says brides need to have long hair anyway??

Atomic.

A song for your Saturday.. I considered something festive, but you are probably as sick of Slade now as I am, so I will pick one of my all time favourites.

3 cats & a hamster.

Well, did you survive Christmas? the overeating, the crap TV & the Eastender's drama? What about the family? Did you manage to crack a forced smile at your Grandfather's joke telling and force down enough brussel sprouts to keep the christmas day cook happy?


I had a lovely Christmas and received some lovely gifts including Italian cookery lessons that I will start in the New Year.

However, all festive glow is now gone from my house as the cats decided the tree had outlived it's welcome & brought it down lumberjack style in the middle of the night. So bum-smackings were dealt out indiscriminently to the 3 of them this morning & the remains of my baubles and tinsel are now packed away.




We also have a lodger over Christmas, in the form of a Syberian Hamster, called Shammy. I have fallen in love with the wee critter even though he is a biter and a fearless one at that.



As you can see, the cats are very interested in him as well, but I think it is more wondering what his brains taste like than how cute his little black eyed stare is..

Happy Mondays…

And I am starting the week as I intend to carry on .. By doing very little. Apart from embracing the many of nights out over the next few days with gusto and letting the days pass in a hangover blur. So I started the day by meeting my BF for a coffee and our dastardly Monday AM chat which ranges from nights out, shoes, the general gossip of the depts, jobs, weddings, and creative ways of killing people when we take over the world.

The other news is that red fringed lady has now dyed it pink and is wearing a pink top to match. The mind boggles.

Oh and it bloody freezing here. Minus 6 Degrees to be precise.

Wednesday Musings

Do you ever look at people and wonder Why did you do that to your hair? I am sitting on a call gazing at a girl who has brown shoulder length hair, but she has dyed her fringe red. Only her fringe. I think it meant to be like that cool girl Saffron from that band Republica a few years ago.. But it looks nothing like it. More home-knitted that cutting edge if you get my drift.

I also have a pregnant girl now sitting opposite me.. All she does is graze ALL day.. Crisps, jaffa cakes, hot chocolate... it is very hard not to eat crap when she is singly handily responsible for Tesco's junk food sales targets.

And finally, the most funniest thing I have heard in a while came from my mate.. It seems someone in her department has been tasked to gee up everyone up for xmas as they are so busy … what did she do? Bring in a tin of sweets? Arrange a fun quiz ? Or even put some tinsle up..

Nope, she referred to the David Brent 101 guide of Business management and set up some conf calls to discuss the spirit of christmas.. I love it.

rubbishness.

How friggin cold is today?! I am sitting wrapped up at my desk like Captain Scott.. I swear who ever controls the heating levels in here is a sadist and turns it down when it gets colder outside.

I also have stomach cramps from hell, that I am convinced is tantamount to labour pains, not even the 3 super fast acting Nuerofen that I have washed down with coffee is making a difference.

Odd balls

Well, the concert was brilliant. While I have been to many a concert before, I have never been to see someone who I adore. ( I am odd like that) So seeing Mr Manson in the flesh was equally weird and wonderful. I actually squealed when he walked on stage. He is brilliant live and his theatrics are there to cause outrage & provke thought. By far the scariest and oddest thing of it all was the religious protestors outside with their placards in the rain asking us to repent Manson's satan.
Thankfully my outfit wasn't such a hassle, I settled on black skinnies, a black camisole, red louboutin like heels, a Alexander McQueen Skull scarf and a black tuxedo jacket. I wasn't the most vanilla there by far, it was an odd mix from your full on Spooky Kids to people more my parents age & dressed as equally similar. Just goes to show..

On Friday I also got another tattoo. 3 blue stars on the opposing foot to my flowers. I will post a picture tonight when I get home. It was bloody painful and the tattoo artist agreed it is probably the sorest place to get it done. ( how hard am I??!)

Speaking of hard.. When I was sitting feet on display waiting on the pain to start, I witnessed a lunatic who came in and asked for some German SS tattoo being told to 'f**k off as we don't tattoo you nazi types'.

This after being told that the 10 inch tattoo that he already had on his chest wasn't anything SS related but was actually a 35 year old biker one. And he had been lied to… just proves, you should always research before you get inked..

And you don't mess with tattoo artists. Afterall they inflict pain for a living.

Jail Break

Dig out that file Ms F, and I will start baking a cake... we are getting him out for Christmas..

Jack's doing Hard Time..

I am not sure if I like that mug shot.. he is hot and the white shirt is an old favourite, but it isn't the best picture to set a girl's pants on fire..

Some music for your Friday..

Paying peanuts..

This article made me laugh .. I have known the answer to this for years.. the researchers just have to phone my bank's call centre.. they will quickly realise there are lots of people wandering about that are in no way as a smart as a chimp.

I am holiday today..

..well it was my birthday yesterday.. I usually take my birthday off work, but work committments meant for the 1st time ever I was actually in. It turned out not to bad, my team were lovely and bought me a lovely pink (I know) cake with sparkles and coloured bits on it. I in return gave them lots of sweets and laughed at the sugar rushes that ensued.

So today, was meant to a long lie in, but I woke early with a sore head and I am now drinking my 1st coffee of the day, waiting on the Nuerofen to work while the Escape Artist clambers over me.


Much more excitingly though, later today I am booked for another tattoo.. this time on the opposite foot and it will be a row of stars. I am bit twitchy about the pain, but it will be over soon enough. I shall regal you with tales of blood and pictures later.

But, the most exciting thing EVER, is happening at 7:30pm tommorrow .. Yes tomorrow night I am off to see The God of Fuck himself (his naming not mine I might add).. I cannot wait.

This is my 1st time seeing Mr Manson in concert and I have a few concerns..

Firstly what to wear is causing me a bit of concern. I am not a goth by any standards and to see me in the street I am appear quite the vanilla normal. But I do have extreme music tastes. So tomorrow evening I am concerned that I might be the odd one out in a arena full of mini Mansons. Nor do I want to Goth it up as I will be in some pubs before hand that do not appreciate extreme outfits..

Secondly the concert.. His shows have a bit of a reputation in the past, from him being arrested (public indecency) , fans being arrested, demonstration by the godly types, massive police presence to the actual show itself with things pig's blood being thrown on the audience and the drummer being knocked unconscious... Know I think he has toned it down since his younger days and his acts and music are more mainstream, but the thought of any other above options happening is not ideal.

Wish me luck.

Another year older..

and no wiser for it.

Pah.

I really should feel like an adult now shouldn't I?

Things I have learned in the past week..

* patent shoes are death traps.. The shiny stickness on each foot if clipped together cause immediate falling. Be warned. La Catslife has embarrassed herself a few times this week by stumbling/ staggering and sliding.

* You may be able to choose the man, but his family are a different matter. Take a good look before you jump, they are with you for the duration whether you like it or not.

* Funerals bring out the best and worst in people. As do the dividing of a will. I recommend you do your damnest to spend it all or leave all your money to your local cat home and save your family from themselves.

* once you are over the age of 30, the birthday's aren't as painful.

* Sometimes the smallest gestures, make the biggest impact.
* People who bring babies into work annoy me.