Let the shopping games begin

Christmas the countdown until it's officially over presents ripped open sweets devoured and dinner eaten...until then it's like the hunger games only it's your money that dies along with your sanity and slowly your loathing for your nearest and dearest grows as you trudge in and out of shops looking for that gift that says I love you it had to be big colourful but most importantly was cheap enough coz you have so many loved ones to show affection for this it's the time of year being marooned on Mediterranean island was good for your pocket....i care stressing and searching tirelessly until the last day Christmas eve when fuck it mode kicks in then it's just give me anything to wrap.

I've started for the past 2 weeks trolling through Amazon filling up my basket still finding time to save what I want for me later to treat myself for the anxiety and extra shifts...only got like 5 people to shop for working more hours this week to make more money to spend on other people I know it sounds unholy to me too....all I keep thinking is when will it be over so I can spend my money on me again.

Spending Queen

Having a regular income means being able to spend more with consistency so having said that I've crowned myself the Spending Queen because I can and there's no here to contest my coronation... I'm typing this on my new tablet it arrived 2 days before its ETA yeah now I'm just waiting for Amazon to cough up my new phone which will hopefully arrive at the front end of its ETA.

March Rambles

Couldn't think of anything clever or catchy so I was just going to write the date then rambles invaded my brains but really all I'm saying is nothing please read on.

Okay since my last post I've gotten lazier...no more like distracted so I ask myself I do that a lot is there anyway I can link all blogs under one roof...well ask and then Google and you have your answer Live Writer....I can post from my computer to blogger and WordPress and anything else shinny that attracts my attention...so why the long over due post well I discovered WordPress actually I discovered it while wallowing away on crap island but seeing how its crap island it wouldn't let me open a WordPress account blogger sure WordPress big fat no no.....anyways once I escaped crap island and was back on civilization WordPress welcomed me with open arms so I repaid the kindness by starting two blogs on top of this one and another I forgotten about rejected coldly like a stepchild so feel free I'm assuming am not some mad woman rambling away in the dark and that there is someone who happens from time to time to peruse by check my other ramblings in the dark....http://catcrazyblogs.wordpress.com/ and my fiction writing blog http://scribblerblog.wordpress.com/

Restless

Can't sleep it doesn't help that my phone is festering with apps and the house has a decent wifi signal...I've spent my sleepless hours spring cleaning my phone then refilling with some time wasting ornaments.....so I'm tired and the sun isn't far from the horizon....i think maybe the cause of my insomnia may have something to do with my little sleepover buddies and their heavy breathing convention with the dry cough sideshow.....while my sister enjoys her weekend respite.....I'm not a contortionist my body is crying as I'm being knead and bent and I think I might be developing simultaneously claustrophobia and vertigo as one child is glued to my back another crushing my legs and am hanging for dear life by the edge of the bed starring at the cold hard wooden floor fiddling away on the phone while I try to extract myself without waking anyone......can you get deep vein thrombosis from sleeping awkwardly?....I can't feel my legsand somebody farted great I can add suffocation to my list.

Old New Home

After the sudden and over due departure from crap island I've been lingering in a funk it's felt like a slow building marathon that suddenly turned into a muscle cramping sprint that's left me listless my brain is still tinkering away but my body hasn't got the will..moving is always overwhelming what with the packing up and leaving your fimilarity to build a whole new fimilar....well I've been looking forward to coming home for so long now that I'm home it's great but it's been smothered by reality... the reality of having to get a job and rebuilding my pile of stuff my all important horde of useless precious stuff.

Maybe it's the letting go off five years it's a large chunk of a lifetime....my turbulent love hate relationship with crap island is proving slightly hard to purge .

Winter Woes

Good Morning and still snowing turning into a blizzard….this was the cold depressing site that welcomed us home after years of voluntary exile to the Mediterranean that sudden flight sensation you feel when you want to retreat to warmness yes that's called you brains common sense saying SCREW THIS SHIT TAKE ME BACK TO CRAP ISLAND I’M SORRY FOR EVERYTHING…..this is a winter of discontent but off course the little ones are eager to experience frost bite.

Tree Protocol

Oh Christmas Tree Oh Fucking Christmas Tree……this is usually the theme song I sing inside my head after Christmas YES YES I’m crazy doesn’t make Christmas trees less fucking annoying putting them up is a hassle all that care and attention just so your tree doesn’t look like a gang of blind elf's attacked it with missiles of tinsel and baubles….once up then its awwwww after Christmas then its FUCK its still there the Christmas tree removal fairy doesn’t exist DAMMIT……then its a matter of how many days can I prolong the inevitable it lasted 18 days 18 days into the new year before we took it down mostly motivated by our departure from Crap Island yes to be honest it would have been sitting there for much longer……we are a species of gatherers, gatherers of stuff an awful lot of stuff that you don’t realise until you have to move to the next hoarding cave.

Late To The Party

I know I’m late with the Christmas post and New Year too……but I’m committing to my laziness and welcoming the new year as I mean to go on completely unprepared and arriving at the end of the party….Well Christmas came once the presents were opened and rubbish packed it felt like a normal Sunday with more stuff to clean up after…New Year it hardly got noticed it was more like the unwanted stepchild that got cast into the corner and told to shut it and so the old year sadly slipped away as I greeted the new year soberly with great indifference…2012 ended it was the best of times but most a soul sucking bitch a year of hardships and misery that we greeted with perseverance and a smile so children could remain completely oblivious to the stress and tears and overbearing fears yes 2012 we survived teetering on the edge….2013 we said goodbye Crap Island having completed Olympic style hurdle jumps then it was HELLOOO England you bastard I’d forgotten how cold you’ve been….SERIOUSLY FUCKING COLD.