What’s New?

Okay, it’s been a while.

A lot has been going on, seriously, a LOT!

* I’m engaged and yes, to ‘Big’

* I have moved out of my parents house and in with my darling fiance

* Starting a new job on Tuesday, Insurance call centre, not sure how thats gonna go but I’m being positive.

* We have given Big’s cat Janos to my good cousin Hollie to look after and he’s being spoiled rotten, thank God he’s out of here and his fur is out of my lungs!

* Me and Big have two new pets, there’s Casper at 8 Months old:

 

Casper the Bearded Dragon

…and then there’s Poppy at 4 weeks old:

 

My Wee Poppy

We’re pretty sure Poppy’s a girl but at such a young age it’s not a guarantee, you need to wait until they’re older to get be 100% certain but she has the smaller head and tail base that female’s usually have.  We just got her a week ago, Casper we’ve had since he was Poppy’s size. 

Think that about it from me for the time being. I’ll try not to leave it so long next time!

Why I DID Go Get an IPhone!

Yep, since going on my last little rant I still went out and got an IPhone. Yes the camera quality is poor (as per the above pic) and a Xenon-Hyper-Brite flash might help but it’s the net capability that counts and this is what I’m using right now to do this post.

How did I aquire this one might ask, well it wasn’t easy but what important mission ever is? Was it easy for Hercules when he killed Medusa or did Andecles find it a doddle to tame the lion?

No, and nor was it easy for poor Nicola to get a Pay-and-go IPhone to use on her contract line. It worked…well the phone, text and Ipod part, the rep tried to sweet talk me into keeping it as they hadn’t enough in the till to refund my £400.

I doubt he realised I already have 4 Ipods, one of which is a touch and got a bit of a shock when I let him finish his speil before letting him know that as the IPod angle is moot, I am not paying that price for a device that has only the basic function of a £20 phone. I eventually got my (sister’s) money back when Big offered to take over my contract and freeing me to take out a new one, I headed straight for a different O2 store. I shelled out just £60 for the 16G model and I have never been happier. I gave Big the Touch (a lot of touching) as a thank u and we are expecting a new arrival in July, a bouncing baby IPhone upgrade for him.

Why I WON’T be buying an IPhone!

I’m tired people, tired of the constant attempts by ‘big business’ to strong arm people into wanting a product simply because they can’t actually buy it when it launches.  I’ll admit that I am an Apple afficianado, I love my Mac, have four IPods and seriously considered getting the logo tattoo’d on my bum for a time but now, now I’m just annoyed and disgusted.

On the day of launch the online store was sold out, all O2 shops had like 30 phones with about 80 people queuing outside and if you were chosen person enough to get one, ITunes shut down, the one program essential to get the IPhone running and it croaks due to ’server overload’.  I don’t imagine there were too many IPhones actually trying to sync up in the first place due to the shortage of supply but there you go, sweet move.

I’ll bet the vultures are really circling the ebay carcass right about now and I’m sorry but if you can afford to shell out £1000 for an item that in about five months will cost £100 then you are too damn stupid to have that much money!

As for me, I’m exhausted, between the Wii hunt and the IPod Touch search I’m done being frustrated and annoyed with not being able to get what when I want it so I got something else, a 5 Megapixel Camera Phone with 3G, slapping the IPhone’s scrawny 2 Megapixel offering, has bluetooth (which the IPhone doesn’t).  Getting it on Monday.  I MIGHT get an IPhone next year as a contract upgrade, IF the camera improves and I don’t feel that Jobs is still deliberately crippling his product to squeeze more money from those wanting a slightly better phone than they already have.

NEW MAC!!!

Yes people, all those months ago I told of my mission to land a full time job, pay my overdraft and buy a new Mac and I can happily say that all three of those goals have been achieved.  I am now the proud owner of a 24″ Imac with 4GB of RAM, just got it today and as much as I’d love to hang about and gush, I have a LOT of transferring to do.

SQUEAL!!

I’m in my jammies so this is the best pic I’m putting up, lol.

Ghostly Photo’s

This kind of thing has always intrigued me, ghosts, ghouls and monsters, ever since I was little.  The below photo has taken by a friend of Big’s so it’s not a trick photo that’s being passed around.  It wasn’t until the guy looked at the photo’s on his camera.

It’s right at the bottom, between second and third girl from the left’s legs.  It’s quite faint though.

I blew it up and messed with the colour a bit to make it stand out.  Theories on what we’re looking at, similar stories and photo’s please feel free to join in,

Mended Fences

Okay, so Mum didn’t want all this arguing to keep going so I was strong-armed into making up with my sister as she really didn’t mean to annoy me, she just doesn’t know any better *loops eyes* whatever.  She’s 28 with two kids and a manager’s job.  But bury the hatchet I shall.

Anything for a quiet life eh?

Why My Sister’s A Wicked Cheerleader

I was going to do a ghost or a short movie post but my sister really did it big time tonight so I thought I’d post this instead.

I took a taxi to Bigs house, we went to Pizza Hut and into Tesco for some munchies and a DVD.  While there I got a text from an unfamiliar number asking what DVD I was buying.  I tried calling the number, no answer.  I thought of my sister right away because she was going shopping but usually goes to the Asda near her house and I figured if she was going to Coatbridge she might have given me a lift and saved me the taxi fare.  

I went through all my relatives with mobile phones until I called her to ask if it was her husband, my brother-in-law who was in Coatbridge but she denied the whole thing pretending to be home.  She eventually admitted it as a huge practical joke perpetrated by herself.  At first I brushed it off but the more I thought about it, the more it bugged me.  I hated high school, I had a rotten, horrible, bullied and picked on time at high school.  But you think you escape it and thats it, no more mean pranks, especially not from your ‘cheerleader’ sis who had a great time torturing geeks and being oh-so popular during her school years.

This is the girl who taunted me for not knowing what the word ‘nonce’ means.  I’d never heard it before until ‘Life on Mars’ and in that context it basically means ‘ponce’.  Apparently modern day police programmes (that I’d rather stick hot pokers in my eye than watch) make ‘nonce’ something more sinister.  Now, in my books, if it’s not in the dictionary it’s not a word so is therefore irrelevant if I know what it means or not.  Making fun of someone who doesn’t know what a made up pop cultural word is reminiscent of stupid girls in the playground having a go at those who don’t know what certain ‘bad’ words mean.

Anyway, I get in tonight and Dad thinks what she did was great and how him and her are ‘one of a kind’, too quick for the likes of me.  That’s where he’s wrong, it’s not about being quick or being funny.  If I saw her first, the thought of doing what she did wouldn’t even occur to me, I would have (like any NORMAL person) went up and said hi and perhaps got a helpful lift back to my boyfriend’s house.  I would not have skulked about a supermarket hiding around shelves while making her look like an idiot in front of her husband.

Making an arse of me is one thing, doing to me in front of Big is just unfair and sent me right back to being that geeky little undesirable schoolgirl used to being picked on!

Thanks Big sis, you really screwed me over good, hope you got your chuckles worth.

Just To Keep Up The Habit…

I fully intended on doing a huge post about ghosts in photographs (my friend took a rather chilling one) but decided to instead put my short film up in my new .Mac account and link it to show y’all.  Now I need to go to bed with neither of these goals accomplished but I promise tomorrow I’ll have it all up and running, I swear.

Yes, this post is pointless but I need to get into the habit of blogging everyday or I’ll leave it for months like I did before.  Watch this space…or the one above it!

Sex and the – lack of a – City

Okay so I don’t own any Jimmy Choos or Manolo Blahniks, I haven’t been published in either newspaper or book and I don’t have a solid group of female friends.  All that said I do have a few similarities to a SATC heroine.

The first being my recent acquisition of a rampant rabbit vibrator, made famous by the series.  I didn’t buy it, I won it tonight at an Anne Summers party.  Good night, great laugh.  For some reason people think I’m shy, quiet, virginal and slightly prudish…um, no!  Believe I left some jaws hanging.  I won’t go into details but I may just retain the item for a rainy day.

The second similarity is between Carrie and Big and me and, well, my Big.  He occasionally reads this blog so I need to be a bit careful about what I say.  We first met (almost three years ago) he was my first real boyfriend and my first…well, you get the point, lot of firsts with that one.  Like a plot straight out of season one, I wanted something real and he was emotionally unavailable, moody, secretive, withholding and arrogant, exactly my type.  We split up for reasons I won’t get into after a few months, almost got back together two years ago but lost contact again until last year we started talking on Bebo, met up a few times as ‘friends’ which gradually slid into us officially going out again.  Do not ask me how it happened, think he Derren Brown’d me.  Anyway, we’re now doing well, convinced him to do Christmas, AND Valentine’s Day.

But, you can’t have Big without Aiden and I think that’s who Big’s turned into now, all lovey dovey and smooshy and minus the commitment phobia which is good.  All girls have their ‘Bigs’, the guys they always go back to despite how emotionally destructive the relationship is.  Once in a blue moon, however, a ‘Big’ can realise the error of their ways and become an Aiden, or, in my case, a Big-Aiden Hybrid. All the alluring traits of Big with none of the oh-so-fun withholding of affection.

 

WiiFit and Me

Just got this today and thanks to my nephew’s obsession with ‘Ravin’ Rabbids’ I only got half an hour with it but what I saw I definitely like.  Such a good idea, an exercise coach in the comfort of your own home.  I actually cancelled my Gym membership (that I used exactly once in two months) because it was superfluous.  You can’t (or won’t) go to the gym every day just to do half an hours training.

The included WiiBoard (I have to find out if you can add more than one) has a scale in it so it can measure both your weight and your BMI (Body Mass Index) just by standing on it.  It tells you the average and overweight levels are and gives you a healthy time target to get to your desired BMI.  This obviously includes training each day and keeping track of your progress.  One disheartening part of it , however, is how it mirrors your weight to your Mii, extending the tummy to make it look like a wee blob.  Of course it’s for kids too so they’re not going to emphasise chest and ass, the two places fat gather to have a good time but still, that wee tubby Mii kinda mocks you.

The fitness exercises are great.  The more serious ones include Yoga, Aerobics and Muscle conditioning while the more fun sections have tightrope walking, downhill slalom and ski-jump.  You also get a virtual coach of your choice, a buff muscle man or a skinny little miss.  

All in all a fantastic idea in both concept and execution.  Even at almost £70 a pop it’s still cheaper than two months gym membership and it’s in the comfort of your own home.  You don’t have to psych yourself up to get ready and head down to the gym to wait about for the machines to become free or feel self-conscious at all the poseurs exercising in baby oil and full make-up.  You can do as much or as little as you like and pack it away when you’re done.  No muss, no fuss.