Well after months and months the kitchen is 90% finished.
After having to endure the vinyl from hell for 8 years we now have new. A beautiful table (light oak) and we are currently awaiting the arrival of our new chairs which should be anytime soon.
I'm going through cupboards and decluttering. I will have a perfect minimalist energy producing home.
Thursday 14 October 2010
Sunday 3 October 2010
Stung
Well I'm guessing that's what this sharp pain across my forehead is.
I was in the land of deep slumber when I rolled over and wow the pain woke me up. I checked the pillow first wondering what on earth was on it. It felt like huge shards of broken glass had engrained themselves in my forehead. Nothing there.
I put my hand up to my forehead but no blood. However, I did feel something soft and brushed it away with my hand. Ouch! The little finger of my left hand began to sting something chronic.
Got up to discover that my forehead looks as if its on fire and feels that way too. My little finger is scarlet and I look as if I've done 10 rounds with Mike Tyson.
He won by the way.
2 hours and an anti-histamine later (I knew bulk buying would pay) it still hurts!
I was in the land of deep slumber when I rolled over and wow the pain woke me up. I checked the pillow first wondering what on earth was on it. It felt like huge shards of broken glass had engrained themselves in my forehead. Nothing there.
I put my hand up to my forehead but no blood. However, I did feel something soft and brushed it away with my hand. Ouch! The little finger of my left hand began to sting something chronic.
Got up to discover that my forehead looks as if its on fire and feels that way too. My little finger is scarlet and I look as if I've done 10 rounds with Mike Tyson.
He won by the way.
2 hours and an anti-histamine later (I knew bulk buying would pay) it still hurts!
Saturday 2 October 2010
MEO
No its not a spelling mistake I did mean MEO.
On a forum I frequent they've been discussing cheap beauty/facial products. Well of course I was immediately hooked into joining in.
So it turns out that this cheap magical facial product is none other than EO or Emollient Ointment to you and I. A huge magnificent tub at £2.50 from your local chemist. As good as Eve Lom said some. Whilst others through their hat into the ring with Liz Earle - very similar consistency.
Well they had me at £2.50. I had the zit from hell and my skin has more outbreaks than a US disease testing centre.
I should have known then.
This M (for magic of course, silly) EO is applied to a wet face and left for a few minutes. Then you need to wash it off with a muslin which has been wrung out in hot water. The scrubby effect of the muslin contributes to the magic.
What ensued then was a discussion on Boots muslins, store own brand muslins and Liz Earle muslins. Good old Liz with the most expensive came out best of all.
Their came the obligatory sharing of links for the best/cheapest supplies.
So I hit the link to the online chemists. MEO hit the shopping basket first. Then I discovered cheap hayfever tablets with 28 tablets for 39p. That's certainly less than the ASDA price! Well then I remembered I was going out and I'd binned all my make up in the interests of hygiene. No I hadn't it was that old Cleopatra was the last one to use my eyeliner.
To cut a long story short my £2.50 tub of EO ended up costing me £27. You know where I'm going with this don't you?
Muslin hunt so me heading in the direction of the Liz Earle's seconds shop on Ebay. They were a steal at £7 for 6. Then I saw the cutest little Liz Earle holdall just the right size to hold the MEO. Well I don't give my beauty tips to just anyone ;-)
Then as the postage was the same for additional items this sweet little bottle of body wash dropped in to the basket. Destined to head into the bathroom cupboard with all those other sweet little bottles. Another £20 later.
Ever had the idea it would have been cheaper just to go and have a facial and relax for an hour?
On a forum I frequent they've been discussing cheap beauty/facial products. Well of course I was immediately hooked into joining in.
So it turns out that this cheap magical facial product is none other than EO or Emollient Ointment to you and I. A huge magnificent tub at £2.50 from your local chemist. As good as Eve Lom said some. Whilst others through their hat into the ring with Liz Earle - very similar consistency.
Well they had me at £2.50. I had the zit from hell and my skin has more outbreaks than a US disease testing centre.
I should have known then.
This M (for magic of course, silly) EO is applied to a wet face and left for a few minutes. Then you need to wash it off with a muslin which has been wrung out in hot water. The scrubby effect of the muslin contributes to the magic.
What ensued then was a discussion on Boots muslins, store own brand muslins and Liz Earle muslins. Good old Liz with the most expensive came out best of all.
Their came the obligatory sharing of links for the best/cheapest supplies.
So I hit the link to the online chemists. MEO hit the shopping basket first. Then I discovered cheap hayfever tablets with 28 tablets for 39p. That's certainly less than the ASDA price! Well then I remembered I was going out and I'd binned all my make up in the interests of hygiene. No I hadn't it was that old Cleopatra was the last one to use my eyeliner.
To cut a long story short my £2.50 tub of EO ended up costing me £27. You know where I'm going with this don't you?
Muslin hunt so me heading in the direction of the Liz Earle's seconds shop on Ebay. They were a steal at £7 for 6. Then I saw the cutest little Liz Earle holdall just the right size to hold the MEO. Well I don't give my beauty tips to just anyone ;-)
Then as the postage was the same for additional items this sweet little bottle of body wash dropped in to the basket. Destined to head into the bathroom cupboard with all those other sweet little bottles. Another £20 later.
Ever had the idea it would have been cheaper just to go and have a facial and relax for an hour?
Wednesday 28 July 2010
Safe Space
I keep this blog anonymous as its my safe space.
I know depression is a terrible illness but something does need to be done to help those who live with people suffering from depression. It feels right now as if I have no one to turn to. Which isn't true I have a good circle of friends both real life and internet. But how much do I want them to know about my life?
In the last 60 minutes Mr Bear has turned into Hyde. No matter what I say he wants to be Johnny Opposite for no other reason than its easier for him to turn into Mr Nasty than Mr Nice.
Sometimes I feel my life is one big black vortex and I'm free falling.
Need to stop wallowing in self-pity and focus on the future and my LOA.
I know depression is a terrible illness but something does need to be done to help those who live with people suffering from depression. It feels right now as if I have no one to turn to. Which isn't true I have a good circle of friends both real life and internet. But how much do I want them to know about my life?
In the last 60 minutes Mr Bear has turned into Hyde. No matter what I say he wants to be Johnny Opposite for no other reason than its easier for him to turn into Mr Nasty than Mr Nice.
Sometimes I feel my life is one big black vortex and I'm free falling.
Need to stop wallowing in self-pity and focus on the future and my LOA.
Life with the Bears and LOA
I am getting more and more into LOA or Law Of Attraction for the uninitiated.
However, my understanding of it is that it needs a lot more work than just announcing to the universe that you wouldn't mind George Clooney, Brad Pitt etc popping in for tea. As well as saying that you have to do a bit of work yourself. So you would need to be going out and getting into the right circles that George/Brad mixed in.
I am working on it to resolve my house issues. I am practising falling in love with my house all over again. I did love it 8 years ago when we bought it.
What's not to love its a stone built double fronted semi detached. Built originally for the workers of the local mill. Think Titus Salt and Saltaire here (see history lessons as well). Our property is dated 1902 so a little later than Saltaire. Our house would have been occupied by one of the foremen at the woollen mill.
Unfortunately, any original features in the house have long since been removed. One of our neighbours did go slighly overboard installing cornicing, picture rails, dado rails and would have had rail tracks in as well if he thought they were period. Very doubtful though given they were mill workers that they would have had such a level of 1902 sophistication.
The end result unfortunately left a house bordering on very twee.
We made a very early decision not to go bounding through reclamation yards exclaiming the virtues of an orginal door knocker etc. Why have that hassle when the local DIY centre is just opposite.
Our house pays homage to chicness and good design (aka we don't do twee).
So to get back to the LOA I'm falling in love again with my house in my attempt to tell the universe that I am truly worthy of a lovely home (hopefully well away from the local stars of Shameless next door).
About 6 weeks ago I found by chance an advert to take part in a television programme. The premise of which was that a property developer would buy your dream home for you, give you the money you needed to do it up at the end of the series one of the lucky people on the show would walk away with the house of their dreams.
Well after the disappointment of the researchers not immediately reading my application (which even just contemplating completing the application form took me so far out of my comfort zone you wouldn't believe it) I decided that I'd not been picked.
So on Monday afternoon I was having a conversation about LOA with a very well known practitioner who gave me some gratitude statements to work on. She also told me to look out for coincidences as well.
Imagine my surprise yesterday to see an email pop up from the tv company. No, don't get too excited you won't be seeing me on television (yet). They have changed the terms and conditions and the closing date is now the 30th September. I am still in with a chance. Then again I'm still in with a chance as I have my lottery ticket for the next three draws!
I am currently practising "It will be me!"
However, my understanding of it is that it needs a lot more work than just announcing to the universe that you wouldn't mind George Clooney, Brad Pitt etc popping in for tea. As well as saying that you have to do a bit of work yourself. So you would need to be going out and getting into the right circles that George/Brad mixed in.
I am working on it to resolve my house issues. I am practising falling in love with my house all over again. I did love it 8 years ago when we bought it.
What's not to love its a stone built double fronted semi detached. Built originally for the workers of the local mill. Think Titus Salt and Saltaire here (see history lessons as well). Our property is dated 1902 so a little later than Saltaire. Our house would have been occupied by one of the foremen at the woollen mill.
Unfortunately, any original features in the house have long since been removed. One of our neighbours did go slighly overboard installing cornicing, picture rails, dado rails and would have had rail tracks in as well if he thought they were period. Very doubtful though given they were mill workers that they would have had such a level of 1902 sophistication.
The end result unfortunately left a house bordering on very twee.
We made a very early decision not to go bounding through reclamation yards exclaiming the virtues of an orginal door knocker etc. Why have that hassle when the local DIY centre is just opposite.
Our house pays homage to chicness and good design (aka we don't do twee).
So to get back to the LOA I'm falling in love again with my house in my attempt to tell the universe that I am truly worthy of a lovely home (hopefully well away from the local stars of Shameless next door).
About 6 weeks ago I found by chance an advert to take part in a television programme. The premise of which was that a property developer would buy your dream home for you, give you the money you needed to do it up at the end of the series one of the lucky people on the show would walk away with the house of their dreams.
Well after the disappointment of the researchers not immediately reading my application (which even just contemplating completing the application form took me so far out of my comfort zone you wouldn't believe it) I decided that I'd not been picked.
So on Monday afternoon I was having a conversation about LOA with a very well known practitioner who gave me some gratitude statements to work on. She also told me to look out for coincidences as well.
Imagine my surprise yesterday to see an email pop up from the tv company. No, don't get too excited you won't be seeing me on television (yet). They have changed the terms and conditions and the closing date is now the 30th September. I am still in with a chance. Then again I'm still in with a chance as I have my lottery ticket for the next three draws!
I am currently practising "It will be me!"
Thursday 8 July 2010
Tempus Fugit
Well I knew it had been a fair while since I blogged but honestly a quarter of the year has passed by.
Thank your lucky stars you missed that portion of my life.
So what have I been up to? Well I started an OU Photography course which finishes on Monday when I have to submit my portfolio. Just for you I am going to attempt to post a picture taken by me in the garden.
Sunday 21 March 2010
Don't believe us
We live next door to the family from hell. Mother, four children and the invisible live in partner. We actually call him Spook (have you ever watched Spooks?). Obviously, he's high up there on MFI's list of top spies. Must be because as we call mum ASBO Lil has forgotten to mention to the council that Spook lives with her. Yes she's claiming every benefit going and 25% discount for living there on her own.
Do her landlords care? Not a jot. Yet every day there's more and more ASBO Lil's and Spooks making their neighbours lives a misery and the irony of it is that their neighbours are paying for it with their taxes.
Seems just a tad unfair at time.
This weeks escapades we will gloss over the continuing foul language - although if any script writers for "Shameless" see this entry I could give you enough stuff to write a couple of series just with what we hear being screached through the walls.
Friday - we had the brat from hell screaming at ASBO Lil "Get up yer fat git, I want to go to school." Say's it all when Junior ASBO wants to go to school doesn't it? Or perhaps carrying on the family tradition it had a new victim to bully and traumatise.
It would be funny if we didn't have to endure living next door to them.
Well ASBO Lil et al we will not be bullied or victimised, try cleaning your act up.
It's patently obvious you have no interest in your children. There again they served the purpose of getting you a council house one of very few in a privately owned street. It stops you going out to work because you've school age children to drag up via the gutter.
The sad fact is its self perpetuating. Very shortly her junior ASBO's will have Junior ASBO's of their own and the whole sad sorry mess will carry on.
Before you ask what we've done about it. I have 12 months of complaints to the council. They've been reported to the Police. The local Cllr managed 2 lines in an email passing it on. The MP is stepping down at the next election so is only interested in photo opportunities. Who else do we have to turn to? Central Government aren't interested as its a council problem.
ASBO Lil certainly isn't worth doing time over.
Its just very hard to stomach when you are honest and law abiding and you watch people like that trash their lives and try and take you down at the same time.
I'll leave you now with a Spook "ism" heard at 1.45am when they finally turned the tv off after the SuperBowl. "You've always got yer effing legs wide open, you're always effing too hot or you're always effing too cold" Substitute a 7 letter word beginning with f and ending in g for effing and you've got another day in the life of ASBO Lil.
Gee she has it bad.
Do her landlords care? Not a jot. Yet every day there's more and more ASBO Lil's and Spooks making their neighbours lives a misery and the irony of it is that their neighbours are paying for it with their taxes.
Seems just a tad unfair at time.
This weeks escapades we will gloss over the continuing foul language - although if any script writers for "Shameless" see this entry I could give you enough stuff to write a couple of series just with what we hear being screached through the walls.
Friday - we had the brat from hell screaming at ASBO Lil "Get up yer fat git, I want to go to school." Say's it all when Junior ASBO wants to go to school doesn't it? Or perhaps carrying on the family tradition it had a new victim to bully and traumatise.
It would be funny if we didn't have to endure living next door to them.
Well ASBO Lil et al we will not be bullied or victimised, try cleaning your act up.
It's patently obvious you have no interest in your children. There again they served the purpose of getting you a council house one of very few in a privately owned street. It stops you going out to work because you've school age children to drag up via the gutter.
The sad fact is its self perpetuating. Very shortly her junior ASBO's will have Junior ASBO's of their own and the whole sad sorry mess will carry on.
Before you ask what we've done about it. I have 12 months of complaints to the council. They've been reported to the Police. The local Cllr managed 2 lines in an email passing it on. The MP is stepping down at the next election so is only interested in photo opportunities. Who else do we have to turn to? Central Government aren't interested as its a council problem.
ASBO Lil certainly isn't worth doing time over.
Its just very hard to stomach when you are honest and law abiding and you watch people like that trash their lives and try and take you down at the same time.
I'll leave you now with a Spook "ism" heard at 1.45am when they finally turned the tv off after the SuperBowl. "You've always got yer effing legs wide open, you're always effing too hot or you're always effing too cold" Substitute a 7 letter word beginning with f and ending in g for effing and you've got another day in the life of ASBO Lil.
Gee she has it bad.
Monday 1 March 2010
I'm not your whipping boy!
The reason why I keep this blog totally anonymous is to give me a safe haven to express my fears, doubts, ravings etc etc.
Daddi Bear suffers from stress and depression. Its bad at the moment and guess who the whipping boy is - yup me. If you read all the literature that mental health groups put out they advise you to get support. What happens though when you haven't got anyone to support you? That's where this blog comes in I can pour out my feelings, feelings I can't share with anyone. That's a lie if my mum was still alive I could share how I feel with her.
I'm feeling down as well, missing my mum its 2 years since she died and it still hurts.
Okay that's enough downer for me. Time to give myself a pep talk, put the mask back on and rejoin normal life. Yikes I give an oscar winning performance every day.
Laters x
Daddi Bear suffers from stress and depression. Its bad at the moment and guess who the whipping boy is - yup me. If you read all the literature that mental health groups put out they advise you to get support. What happens though when you haven't got anyone to support you? That's where this blog comes in I can pour out my feelings, feelings I can't share with anyone. That's a lie if my mum was still alive I could share how I feel with her.
I'm feeling down as well, missing my mum its 2 years since she died and it still hurts.
Okay that's enough downer for me. Time to give myself a pep talk, put the mask back on and rejoin normal life. Yikes I give an oscar winning performance every day.
Laters x
Friday 26 February 2010
Prima surprise
Humph I hate it when people just "tease" you with what's coming next. However Prima Marketing have sweetened with two $100 give aways.
Oooh in best national lottery voice "It could be me."
Smiles xx
Oooh in best national lottery voice "It could be me."
Smiles xx
Sunday 21 February 2010
The worst blogger
So each time I post I start off full of good intentions that this will be a regular occurence. Then what happens? I fall off the wagon and forget to blog.
So this is going to be short. I haven't forgotten my blog but I have District 9 here just calling to be watched - little Valentine pressie from DB.
L8rs x
So this is going to be short. I haven't forgotten my blog but I have District 9 here just calling to be watched - little Valentine pressie from DB.
L8rs x
Friday 29 January 2010
Death Warmed Up
I just thought I'd share that I feel like death warmed up.
Its 3.45pm and I am sat dressed to go to Tescos (in my PJ's for the uninitiated) the nearest Tesco is 6 miles away. I had the night from hell with chest pains and headaches (sinusitis). Haven't felt as bad as this in ages.
I'm beginning to feel slightly more human now but think it will be an early night for me.
Waitrose delivered earlier so I don't have to cook for which I am truly thankful. Much as I love Daddi Bear he ain't the world's greatest cook. (You should be pleased to know that I'm not off my food).
Ahh well time to go do some more work or at least clear my library of books of the cat bed. They are all sat glaring at me now.
Laters x.
Its 3.45pm and I am sat dressed to go to Tescos (in my PJ's for the uninitiated) the nearest Tesco is 6 miles away. I had the night from hell with chest pains and headaches (sinusitis). Haven't felt as bad as this in ages.
I'm beginning to feel slightly more human now but think it will be an early night for me.
Waitrose delivered earlier so I don't have to cook for which I am truly thankful. Much as I love Daddi Bear he ain't the world's greatest cook. (You should be pleased to know that I'm not off my food).
Ahh well time to go do some more work or at least clear my library of books of the cat bed. They are all sat glaring at me now.
Laters x.
Monday 18 January 2010
Sorry Jennifer
Phone rings and its one of those private numbers. It is after core working hours so I knew it wouldn't be business related.
Answer it to be met with an automated voice asking if I have problems with debt and credit cards. If so to stay on the line and press 5.
Well after the earlier performance with Daddi Bear I wanted to know if there was anyone else human on the planet. Plus my number is registered with the TPS so I shouldn't in theory receive these sort of calls.
So of course I pressed 5. Where a woman named Jennifer answered and asked me if I had problems with debt and credit cards.
Let the fun begin.
So I did the normal call centre banter. Hi Jennifer, are you alright, have you had a good day?
Well that took the wind out of her sails. It certainly didn't appear in her script.
She launched straight into her spiel about debt and credit cards. So I reminded her that I'd asked if she'd had a good day. She quickly muttered something and went back into her spiel. So I asked her if she had debt and credit cards.
I think I hit a raw spot - she hung up on me!
At least it will run their phone bill up from the UAE where they are calling from!
Answer it to be met with an automated voice asking if I have problems with debt and credit cards. If so to stay on the line and press 5.
Well after the earlier performance with Daddi Bear I wanted to know if there was anyone else human on the planet. Plus my number is registered with the TPS so I shouldn't in theory receive these sort of calls.
So of course I pressed 5. Where a woman named Jennifer answered and asked me if I had problems with debt and credit cards.
Let the fun begin.
So I did the normal call centre banter. Hi Jennifer, are you alright, have you had a good day?
Well that took the wind out of her sails. It certainly didn't appear in her script.
She launched straight into her spiel about debt and credit cards. So I reminded her that I'd asked if she'd had a good day. She quickly muttered something and went back into her spiel. So I asked her if she had debt and credit cards.
I think I hit a raw spot - she hung up on me!
At least it will run their phone bill up from the UAE where they are calling from!
AIBU?
Okay, so I work from home full time as does Daddi Bear.
We have what is laughingly supposed to be a shared office. Hmmm. Which is why for the last 4 years I've been asking DB to clear it. In his line of work he has quite a lot of expensive equipment which has been all over the desk, the floor, the cupboard. You get the picture.
So for the last 2 to 3 weeks he's laughingly been clearing out - only because he's got a new computer and needed to set it up. Its been very slow progress hampered because DB hates to part with anything holey socks,anything.
Today he decides to clear out and comes downstairs to where I am laughingly try to work from my settee with my printer at my feet. Hell there is no space to put it upstairs in my half of the office. I'm doing some research so the other seat is fully occupied with notes, books etc. At which point he wants to dump 3 bags and a box of god knows what - I've not been able to get in that room for 4 years remember.
Wants me to stop what I'm doing because it is now convenient for him to clear out the room and when I ask him to not dump everything on the settee on top of the stuff I'm working on and to leave it on the kitchen table.
He throws a strop, he gets the hump, he is a man and I'm trying to stop him clearing out his office.
So in true male fashion he's stomped upstairs taking his bags sorry my rubbish that needs dealing with and is currently sulking in "his" office.
May be I should make him wait 4 years before I look in those bags ;-)
We have what is laughingly supposed to be a shared office. Hmmm. Which is why for the last 4 years I've been asking DB to clear it. In his line of work he has quite a lot of expensive equipment which has been all over the desk, the floor, the cupboard. You get the picture.
So for the last 2 to 3 weeks he's laughingly been clearing out - only because he's got a new computer and needed to set it up. Its been very slow progress hampered because DB hates to part with anything holey socks,anything.
Today he decides to clear out and comes downstairs to where I am laughingly try to work from my settee with my printer at my feet. Hell there is no space to put it upstairs in my half of the office. I'm doing some research so the other seat is fully occupied with notes, books etc. At which point he wants to dump 3 bags and a box of god knows what - I've not been able to get in that room for 4 years remember.
Wants me to stop what I'm doing because it is now convenient for him to clear out the room and when I ask him to not dump everything on the settee on top of the stuff I'm working on and to leave it on the kitchen table.
He throws a strop, he gets the hump, he is a man and I'm trying to stop him clearing out his office.
So in true male fashion he's stomped upstairs taking his bags sorry my rubbish that needs dealing with and is currently sulking in "his" office.
May be I should make him wait 4 years before I look in those bags ;-)
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