Christmas... I'm getting excited now....

I feel a bit bad actually.... I'm mostly getting excited because today we went and picked out two presents. One for me and a joint one for G and I.

The first one, thanks to my wonderful, wonderful fiance.....


I've wanted a pair of these for AGESSSSS. I'm an utter sucker for comfortable snuggly shoe things. I've got so many pairs of PJs and snuggly socks it's ridiculous....

And then... we went and picked out a BOSE Wave system with SoundLink. So we can stream all our music stored on my laptop to our new system....


Exciteddddddddd now!

New job nerves, old job blahhh...

I have a start date for my new job and I've handed my notice in for my current job. Exciting/terrifying stuff!

My new job I am ridiculously excited about and also borderline terrified about. It's something I am good at but I know nothing about the Market I'm going into. Also I do wonder if my success at my current position is 1% talent and 99% brand awareness.

I guess it's the case with any new job that comes along. Will I be good enough? Will they like me? Is this the right choice?

I haven't burnt any bridges at my current work and I think I've pulled out at just the right time. The day after I put in my notice they announced a load of redundancies in other departments which made me feel awful but reaffirmed my decision.

Now my major task is staying motivated for the next 3 weeks. I take a lit of care in my work and become very attached emotionally to it. My handover is going to be challenging as I love my customers and a lot of them, I like to think, love me. I've told some already and whilst upset they've supported my choice as it's a move in the right direction, salary increase etc. Still hard though.

Plus I don't really have to give two shit's about what's going on now. For all those times I worked my arse off to support others and they never even bothered to help me it's a fresh feeling. Almost smug. But, for the sake of references, I must be good.

Now I just have to try and survive on a little bit less money until everything is in place and get ready for my new opportunity!

D
Xxx

Duvet <3

The weather outside is atrocious. Big, fat heavy raindrops are rattling the windows.

One of the downsides of living at the beach us all the beach weather.

I'm under the duvet of mine and G's king size bed. Flannel PJs on, snuggle socks on and the noise outside renders my insides freezing. To think I'm half Canadian and yet such a pussy for the cold.

Several things happened today.
1) the rain was so bad I had to wear a pair if fluro yellow waterproof trousers to work. Nice
2) I got a call about that job. I got it :D
3) KM sent me a scathing bitchy fb message about our brother never letting us know when he's free for us to visit.... Just as I got dates to visit.

So it's been eventful to say the least.

The thing is the rain brings such gloom with it are bad/good things more likely to happen due to the weather or does it not even factor in it?

Rain for me, even if I'm snuggled up under the covers, makes me grim. I'm a chirpy, perky person (with a slightly whiny undertone occasionally I will freely admit) but the rain just makes me want to wear black make up and curse the day I was born.

Give me the sun and I'm as happy as anything?

I dint think it's even S.A.D or whatever. I think I just hate getting wet.

Anybody else have this problem?

In other news I got my first glimpse of Daybreak today. In a previous life I had a shirt stint working above the One show. Adrian Chiles was alway talking in his mobile whenever you saw him. Blah blah blah I'm important etc. Then one day as he's doing this... It rings.

I hate Adrian Chiles.

D
Xxx

A letter to my 16 year old self...

Tweettoyour16yearoldself has been trending today so I thought, in the spirit of things, I'd blog to my 16 year old self with some sage advice.

Dear D,
I'm writing to you now from 9 years in the future and I'm thinking hard about what I can say that doesn't alter time too much and doesn't give it all away. Here's what I came up with.

Getting your ears pierced for a third time will result in nothing but mum shouting at you and you never wearing any earrings... Ever.

Don't dye your hair. You will be going grey very soon.

Eat better, look after your teeth and don't drink dodgy looking vodka from Costcutter. You will end up with false front teeth otherwise.

Stop smoking. You will quit but it's a million times harder that way.

London won't be all that it's cracked up to be. If you want to make the most of it save as much money as you possibly can now.

Never, ever, ever get a credit card. Starve instead. It will make life do much easier.

Moody is not the one. Don't make bad choices with him because he's really not worth it. He will make your mum cry.

Make sure you're at Scandals on the 28/08/2009. It will change your life forever.

Spend as much time with your mum as possible. She drives you mad and shouts a lot but you must appreciate every second you have with her.

Write everything down, no matter how insignificant. As life moves on these little things will remind you of the past.

Beware false friends with VIP passes. They will talk behind your back for qualities that are admirable.

Stop wearing jeans that could fit a family of ten in.

Take more photos. There will be none of you ad a teenager otherwise.

Don't hate on KM, shell become closer than you can ever imagine.

And lastly.... You will be surprised at the people who stay your friends. They are the ones you hoped would.

Love from D (age 25)
Xxx

Knit one, purl arghh!

I dragged G to Hobbycraft today.

Been laid up with the sniffles is so boring I thought I'd make use of my time and start knitting again.

I've never finished knitting anything in particular but I really enjoy it and am super duper keen to learn to make socks for two reasons.

1) my feet get super duper cold

2) G has size 15 (uk) feet thus can never find socks that fit him

So we went to Hobbycraft which made me all excited. I got the Stitch & Bitch book (it makes NO sense, thank god for YouTube!), yarn, new needles, crochet hook, markers, yarn needles etc etc etc

Spent the evening practicing and have started a chunky knit scarf in this lush, school skirt grey. The yarn I got is like part Alpaca which means it's snuggle warm.

So far so good, it's kept me quiet (much to G's joy. He can play Fable 3 in peace) and hasn't had me swearing and cursing yet.

The cold has eased off loads so back to the grindstone tomorrow. Despite genuinely being quite I'll I always feel shitty taking sick leave. My manager wasn't best pleased when I moaned in my delirious/snot filled haze I felt like I was "playing musical chairs" this morning after being handed to no less than 5 people since calling in.

Anyway it's 2am and I need my beauty sleep (mainly to see if can work out how to purl... It evades me so much I may cry!)

D
Xxx

P.S. A resolution....

Currently I only blog at night when G is fast asleep.

Because of this I don't really get the chance to take my time and peruse the many blogs that are on here and I really must.

So, I promise that this week I will take at least one night to take a good look around follow some of you lovely people and maybe do a few "Inside..." blogs.

I should really I'm in the midst of giving up smoking and am at that turning point where I could fall hopelessly and unashamedly off the wagon. I must find ways to distract myself.

If you'd like me to check out your blog leave a link below in the comments and I'll come take a look.

See you soon!
D
Xxx

Things that go bump in the night...

So I'm too scared to sleep. G and I, in celebration of Halloween drove around the back roads telling ghost stories and now I'm all scared.

Of course he's fast asleep.

Not sure if I believe in ghosts as such but I've certainly seen and heard things I can't explain.

Weird things in the corner of my eye. A towel flung across my bathroom by an invisible hand. A grandmother click, nit working, chiming 13 o'clock.

I think part of the fun/pants wetting element of all things ghoulish and ghosty is the complete lack of fact around it. People tend to either believe, be sceptical or are half n half. If we all knew that ghosts did exist it wouldn't be half as scary.

Still I'm sitting in bed slightly terrified to switch my glowing phone off in case there is something lurking in the darkness....


Knowing my luck it's probably a mouse.


Happy Halloween everybody :)