stationery addiction

It comes the time now to get serious and talk about one of my major addictions … for want of having an aa group to go to I will use this blog to state I am a stationery addict.  In this I do not mean that I go around snorting post-it notes or jacking up on paper clips….  My addiction seems to manifest mainly in lots and lots of notebooks with ‘stuff’ in and a range of other sundary supplies.  I seriously think that if we never found a stationers for a year we’d be quite fine thank you very much.  I seem to have made this worse by lately buying something from staples and have what to a stationery addict is a kin to pornography turn up on my doorstep…  Yes I now have the staples catalogue!  Pages and pages of pointless ways to attach random documents to my desktop.  Pages of glorious glow fest highlighters …. I can’t handle it I’m off to have a browse …….

puppy power

Our dog Barley today had what is a kin to a mini doggy reprieve.   Basically, we were all set to get her “seen to” this week regarding de-sexing (nice phrase isn’t it).  Tonight, we got a call out of the blue from her breeder saying she would really like to breed from Barley.  Barley was basically a free dog from her as she knows us and Barley needed a home at just 3 years of age.  At the time we both were thinking about a puppy in a few years and as such we had mentioned it in passing as our friend was a breeder of really good labrador gun dog stock.  Well, timing worked out perfect and in turn with me having a new job in under a week we had a Barley too.  Part of the deal was a kind of promise that if she ever wanted to breed with Barley we would let that happen as kind of a repaying for the price.

Well, it turned out that wasn’t going to happen and so the decision had been made to get Barley to the vets when time was right.  So, we have booked it in for Tuesday and even saved up the horrendous price of £200 nearly (we appear to have vets that use gold plated forceps).  As a result being soppy people we had taken time off to be with her – cos of course that is all she cares about never mind we are the idiots making her go through such a nice process.  This call this evening has kind of thrown us a bit.  

Part of the deal is we get first pick of a pup for free and considering we know / have the mother it is hardly going to be a bad pup.  So, a provisional yes cool will be being the final decision.  I have now managed to cover every possibility in my mind and have this pups life planned out until university (anyways that is just me).  What we have agreed is this will be my pup considering Barley is a tart and has decided that my husband is her apple and she is his bitch (you can say that with dogs).  Tomorrow we are going to say yes and I am already bookmarking articles on puppy training – I really should have been a boy scout.

The way we gain dogs is so odd – it is always a ok go on then moment and we always end up with unique animals.  I think it will be nice that Barley will at least get to keep one of the pups – it is not meant to matter to them but I am unconvinced on that one.  Currently it is looking once a big strapping adonis of a male has been found, that we will be pimping Barley out to gain one fluff ball of cuteness.  I am as expected looking forward to having a dog of my own – we do have one now, but Barley is so much more my husbands it is enough to give you a complex.  It certainly is unexpected considering what we had lined up in 2 days but I am happy about commiting another 10 plus years of my life to a bundle of trouble.  I might not be having kids but I sure am heading the right way to having a whole pack of dogs.  I am well on the road to mad dog woman status. 

01/11/2005

Zero 7 : Lot of particular favourites. The music is a journey of calm seas mixed with funky trousers.

night calm

I sit at my laptop listening to Lamb’s ‘gorecki’ and the mess of the day fades with each note droplet. Memories of the happiness I used to feel fall into focus. Tunes evoke stirring in my mind of a calmer time when time had less significance. Looking back to what I had and what I now lack in moments. So I sit here typing with my eyes shut to hold onto the moment before tomorrow comes to shatter my sanity. I realise in a breath it is still there beneath the surface and what I had lost I had just been ignoring. I hold onto this thought and vow for a second to not forget at day break.

31/10/2005

Lamb : particular highlights include Gabriel, Gorecki and Cotton wool. Listening to their greatest hits brings back memories of Brighton for me. Long nights of calm and morcheeba induced simplicity. To this day Gabriel gives me that warm fuzzy feeling that less does lately.

30/10/2005

Imogen Heap : particular highlights include : Hide and Seek – wonderful music that makes a refreshing summer rain for your ears. perfect sunday music.

Weetabix fall out

Near where I live they make weetabix. This is possibly not the most interesting fact that you care to read. However, there appears to be the need for some kind of government monitoring as there appears to be something around here known as weetabix fall out. This appears in a few different ways. There is a general concensus of increased oddness around here – coudl this be explained by the apparent ineffectual weetabix? Every place has it’s oddness; just around here it seems well rather odder than your normal run of the mill odd.

There is also the smell. Now, weetabix as a smell is not that offensive to me – sometimes it does bring links with child’s sick but there we go. On certain days the air around here really does smell of weetabix. If the net had smell-o-vision I would show you, until then you’ll just have to assume I have not gone barking.

The other thing is the sunsets and sunrises around here. They are very very red. The hues that you get are absolutely amazing. Tonight was one of those red / orange colourful fests. It looks like some modern art line oil painting – vivid and strong cutting through the clouds. I personally have never seen such sunsets anywhere in the country. They may be beautiful but maybe they are a sign of something rather more sinister.

I might be being a little bit of a conspiracy alarmist but I think there might be something to explore in this weetabix thing.

Monkey cousin

Yesterday the theme for my day appeared to be monkeys. This extended to primates in general towards orangutans and also gorillas. It is a common part of my life that I seem to end up having the same conversations during a day – like a conversation theme for the day without thinking about it. This day involved a variety of topics around our monkey cousins. These ranged from how we aren’t that different to them, teaching them to communicate with sign lanuage and about how you can buy one on ebay.

When I was younger I had this odd dream of following a career along the animal psychology route and teaching sign language to a monkey to communicate. It is a common theory that has been the reciever of many a grant. I guess it came from studying psychology at A’Level, during this course my interest was sparked by this notion. Along with the obsession I had with all things monkey from a young age. I have indeed worked with monkey types in the past and I’m not referring to some rather odd places I have worked.

It appears to be the general concensus that we aren’t that different from our cousins covered in fur. I think the main point that suprised me was infact that I can remember a few years ago that a debate would have ensued. Now though, there was no debate as all were agreed. Strange how our perceptions change.

Stick a rocket up your bleep

As with christmas the annual firework letting off for no reason at all comes way before the actual november the 5th. This weekend the sky above our village has been a blitz re-run. The frequent bang whalloop and whizz has been the soundtrack to my weekend nights. It’s not that I hate fireworks, nope they look nice. The problem I have is how people let them off for so long and without any consideration. Our dog for instance now assumes she is being invaded and has spent all weekend hiding behind various chairs and head butting doors to find someone to shake near. I will admit being a labrador which is a gun dog, that being scared of fireworks is possibly a little strange. It’s a fact though when it comes to bang whalloop whizz she’s behind a chair before the wha.

So, those jolly souls that let of fireworks for 5 weekends running and attempt to gouge their child’s eyes out with sparklers; they aren’t considering the effects to others of their hilarious nightly enslaught. When I say I don’t hate fireworks I have a further problem other than the rather large and self standing problem of it sending my dog into a state of fear for over a month of the year. There is bonfires too. It’s not the bonfires, nope fire looks nice. Big fire looks really nice. It’s the organised events I take humberance to. You turn up, pay loads, get food poisoning from the half defrosted / half cremated food, then you get a crook in your neck trying to see a few lights in the sky that lasts about 3 seconds. I think I’m getting old referring to a crook in the neck.

I have decided that it’s not just christmas I’m going to bah humbug – nope it’s fireworks too. Time to put the sand bags out, black out the windows and stay in distracting my dog with ‘look over there’ games and minty fresh bonio. Is it summer soon?

Day one

Ok, first wordpress entry. Decided to start a personal blog along with my other blog about being a web designer (well if that’s what I can call it) blog at www.diaryofawebsite.co.uk. First day with flock

Day one . . . wander what will happen on day two? Maybe I’ll actually be able to make it around Sainsburys without wanting to kill someone. Maybe I’ll get in the queue and find a quick shopper in front of me. Maybe I won’t be attacked by the thousand decibels of a screaming kid in the soup isle. Maybe I’m a little obsessed with Satuday Sainsburys shopping.