1. What time did you get up this morning? 06:00
2. Diamonds or pearls? Pearls
3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Batman Begins
4. What is your favourite TV show? most haunted
5. What do you usually have for breakfast? Toast
6. What is your middle name? Elizabeth (yes, really!)
7. What food do you dislike? Gluten free bread (Yecchhhh!!!)
8. What is your favourite CD at moment? Marilyn manson
9. What kind of car do you drive? Don't drive - but I have a pushbike
10.Favourite sandwich? BLT.
11.What characteristic do you despise? aggression.
12.Favourite item of clothing? my velvet 1700's style coat
13.If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? newe Zealand (or back to Budapest).
14.Favourite brand of clothing? Don't do brands
15.Where would you retire to? Transylvania.
16.What was your most recent memorable birthday? memorable? at my age?
17. Favourite sport to watch? Rugby League
18. Furtherest place you are sending this? no idea
19. Person you expect to send it back first? not a soul
20. When is your birthday? December
21. you a morning person or a night person? Night
22. What is your shoe size? 8
23. Pets? two budgies, a dog and a cat.
24. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with us? i don't do exciting anymore
25. What did you want to be when you were little? bigger
26. How are you today? strange
27. What is your favourite sweets? Duh!! chocolate.
28.What is your favourite flower? freesia
29. What is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to? all of them (Except the ones that have gone
30. What is your full name? heh heh - not a chance!
31. What are you listening to right now? my boss moaning
32. What was the last thing you ate? large red apple
33. Do you wish on stars? for a particulart star, maybe!
34. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be? purple
35. How is the weather right now? overcast but sunny
36. The first person you spoke to on the phone today? a colleague
37.Favourite soft drink? oasis
38. Favourite restaurant? The Homestead
39. Real hair colour? Brown and grey
40. What was your favourite toy as a child? brothers train set
41. Summer or winter? Winter
42. Hugs or kisses? depends who it is!
43. Chocolate or Vanilla? chocolate (again, Duh!)
44. Coffee or tea? Tea
45. Do you want your friends to Post you back? Yes!!
46. When was the last time you cried? yesterday
47. What is under your bed? darkness
48. What did you do last night? internet chatted with a friend on facebook: went home and slobbed out
49. What are you afraid of? everything
50. Salty or sweet? salty.
51. How many keys on your key ring? which one? 5 on one, 11 on the other
52. How many years at your current job? 2.5
53. Favourite day of the week? saturday
54. How many towns have you lived in? 2
55. Do you make friends easily? in person, no
56. How many people will you send this to? who-ever reads it
57. How many will respond? no idea!!

Today is.... Wednesday?  Ok - I'm back: now comfortably settled into my cosy little internal fantasy life, the better to be able to grin annoyingly, and refuse to tell anyone what I'm grinning at (you should HEAR the frustration from my colleagues)

anyway....
Today, most of my workmates have gone on strike (yay!!) so I should be extra busy (I'm not: trust me, I couldn't be writing this if  I was!) I can't contact The Pasha because his mobile is on the spritz, and a friend has invited herself over for coffee tonight so we can have a good old girly gossip....  Sounds like a plan to me: Of course, I also have a large bottle of Pimms, and access to our ENTIRE dvd collection (heh heh heh!!) so if all else fails, I can overdose on my favourite movies (African Queen, anyone?) and get merrily blotto while I do....... Life is (once again) sweet......

the only downside is that my internet is broken *AAAAgggghhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!*  so I can't invite you all to join me for drinks and movies in  my cabin cubby hole aboard the GSL, so I'll have to have a "show and tell" post later, if anything exciting happens

Who am I trying to kid.... NOTHING exciting Ever happens in this town!   Ah well - back to my fantasy world...*blissful sigh*  Ahhhh - like sinking into a hot, scented bath, with a large glass of champagne, and a box of VERY special chocolates.........

THIS IS HYSTERICAL!

(I don't have a clue as to who wrote this, but....WHAT A HOOT!)

All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises of easy, painless removal - The Epilady, scissors, razors, Nair and now...the wax. Read on..........

My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix
dinner, play with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring
painfully in my mind for the next few hours: 'Maybe I should pull the
waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet.'

So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom. It was one of
those 'cold wax' kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub
the strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them
apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull the
hair right off .

No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough to figure this out. (YA THINK!?!)

So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing each other stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. ('Cold wax,' yeah...right!) I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight and pull. It works!

OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I can do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire.

With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship. I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet.

Using the same procedure, I apply the wax strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my hoo-ha and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek (it was a long strip) I inhale deeply and brace myself....RRRRIIIPPP!!!!

I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!....OH MY GAWD!!!!!!!!!

Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the strip. CRAP! Another deep breath and RIPP! Everything is spinning and spotted.

I think I may pass out...must stay conscious...must stay conscious. Do I hear crashing drums??? Breathe, breathe...OK, back to normal.

I want to see my trophy - a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip!

There's no hair on it.

Where is the hair??? WHERE IS THE WAX???

Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip...it's not! I touch. I am touching wax.

I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair. Then I make the next BIG
mistake...remember my foot is still propped upon the toilet? I know I need to do something. So I put my foot down.

Sealed shut! My butt is sealed shut. Sealed shut!

I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and think to myself 'Please don't let me get the urge to poop.

My head may pop off!' What can I do to melt the wax?

Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!! I'll run the hottest water I can stand, into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right???

*WRONG!!!!!!!*

I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than that used to
torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment - I sit.

Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued
together, is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub....in scalding hot water.

Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax.

So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cemented myself to the porcelain!! God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!!

I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some secret of how to get me undone. It's a very good conversation starter. 'So, my butt and hoo-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!'

There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for
removal but she does try to hide her laughter from me.

She wants to know exactly where the wax is located,'Are we talking cheeks or hole or hoo-ha?'

She's laughing out loud by now...I can hear her. I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box.

YEAH!!!!! Right!! I should be the joke of someone else's night.

While we go through various solutions. I resort to trying to scrape the wax off with a razor . Nothing feels better than to have your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot
water and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!! By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event.

My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving
grace....the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax.

What do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on and OH
MY GOD!!!!!!! The scream probably woke the kids and scared the
dickens out of my friend. It's sooo painful, but I really don't care.
'IT WORKS!!

It works !!' I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she
hangs up. I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then
notice to my grief and despair....THE HAIR IS STILL THERE.......ALL
OF IT! So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing
hurts. I could have amputated my own leg at this point.

Next week I'm going to try hair color......

Beckie

I liked bein a pirate *sniff*

Ok - just so's you know I keep a bargain when asked - I have joined the scurvy crew of the Black Pearl - look out for the pirates group blog, and put your mark on the sign-up papers...... better voluntarily than wake up with a hangover and that strange sensation of movement......!

Bad day today - feel very down and alone....... wouldn't usually blog when like this, but had to do something.......  need to take some time, so may not be back to site for a few days.

hem

I have been visiting the "celebcrushes" blog, and as some of you may have noticed from the 2 I have admitted to so far, may appear to have 1) slightly bizarre taste, and 2) a monster/bad boy fetish (and....?)  

The thing is, that I have a theory that people tend to fall in lust (or love) in 2 main ways - either with their eyes or their ears. For me, voices and accents have always caught my attention before looks.... in my late teens I had a HUGE crush on the actor John Hurt, simply because I heard him speaking on a radio programme and fell madly in love with his voice.  I'm not saying that looks don't count, or that in real-life relationships I would decide on a partner soley because of the way that they sound, but would I have been initially attracted to some of my ex's if I hadn't liked the way they sounded?  what do you all think?

Hem
x

Look who popped out to see me while I was on my way home from work! I just hope that he managed to get back into his hidey-hole safely after he kindly posed for pictures!

It took me 3 days to get that last posting right!! (technophobe!)

Anyway.... another odd question for you all. A friend and I were discussing total rubbish as we often do over a coffee, and we found that we have exactly the same views on which condiments should go with which foods, so:

bacon sandwich - (ketchup or brown sauce?)

chips (fries for the US citizens among us!) - ketchup, mayonnaise, or brown sauce?

Fish Finger Sandwiches (now you should be really confused!)
sausages?
Cheese sandwiches?
scrambled eggs?

We went on for some time, and it was spooky how compatible we were! (and how many odd looks we were getting over our cries of "Brown!" "Red" and even "There's no excuse for mayonnaise!!"

happy Tuesday!
Hem
xx

Ok. this is where I start once I'm off the main road
Then there's this

Then I see this....

and a bit further on , I look back at this.....

and eventuallyl come out to here, the last quiet bit before I get to the last main road

But tonight, It's raining, and I look like this