Alfie: 1 down - 8 lives to go...

Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Alfie: 1 down - 8 lives to go...
My Alfie fell out the 2nd floor window the other day and gave me quite a scare. We were getting ready for my in-laws to arrive and Wayne opened the window to the guestroom to air it out a bit. We closed the door to the room to keep the cats out (we thought we did anyway)and continued with our preparation for his parents arrival.
I was running around like a mad woman trying to make the house perfect while Wayne took a shower. I went into the hallway for some reason and saw the guestroom door open with Alfie and Luka both on the windowsill. Alfie was exploring out the window, lost his balance and started to fall out the window. He panicked and tried to grab onto the side of the sill, but I saw his little head disappear and was sure I just witnessed his demise. At that point I lost it and I mean LOST it!
I ran to the bathroom where Wayne was showering, screaming and crying - just pointing to the guestroom window. My husband ran dripping and naked as a jaybird for the guestroom. He chased Luka from the windowsill (who had half his body out the window last I saw him), and closed the window. He came back and said Luka was fine (thinking I was so distraught because I was afraid Luka would fall - as if I'm THAT neurotic) and he hugged me to get me to calm down. I somehow got the words out that Alfie had already fallen. Wayne then yelled at me to go check if Alfie was ok while he put some cloths on. I was terrified I'd find my little Alfie dead on the pavement and couldn't move. Wayne ran to the window and yelled that Alfie was okay and to go and get him. I tore down the stairs and to the back doors and found them locked. I fumbled with the keys still sobbing, ran into the yard and found no Alfie. I screamed up to Wayne and he came down wrapped in a towel (it was really cold out too) and ran out to look for Alfie. He jumped onto both side fences looking to see if the cat jumped over and then I found him behind a plant. Alfie was terrified. I opened the door and he ran into the house looking relieved to be back inside. He was fine. Not a scratch on him.
I didn't stop crying for another 10 minutes or so. Wayne then informed me that I am useless under crisis (as if I didn't figure that out). In my defense - it was quite a drop (I attached a picture of the height he fell but he fell from, but it was in the back of the house and it was a straight drop with no roof to catch him). I did think I witnessed his death, which is a horrible moment and fell apart. I don't think I would always be completely useless under crisis- I once saved my nephew after falling into the pool at the age of 2- Cyrus said he'd never seen me move so fast, so I am capable of acting when need be...

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Sony Commercial/ the in-laws

Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Have you seen the new Sony commercial with the bouncing balls? It's a great commercial visually and the music is absolutely beautiful. I just found out that it's by Jose Gonzalez and the name of the song is Heartbeats. I downloaded it today and I LOVE it so it's my song of the day (Haven't done that in forever)! If you want to see the commercial go to - http://www.bravia-advert.com/
No time for much else - Wayne's parents are coming for a visit (Thurs - Monday OH MY!!) so I'm going to have my own little Thanksgiving. It's my first in-laws visit ever (my ex's parents never came to visit in almost 8 years that I lived with him), so I'm pretty nervous about it. I really want his Mom (mum) to like me. I'm cleaning like a mad woman and I have 1000 things to so, I have to run - Wish me luck!!

Happy Thanksgiving







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Pet-Peeves

Saturday, November 19, 2005
They call pet-peeves, pet-hates in England. I heard it for the first time the other day and thought it might be something worth wring about (my pet-peeves that is). Feel free to share yours with me...
Personality trait Pet-Peeves:
Poor eating habits and talking while eating - This makes me feel borderline violent. I actually want to smack people when they have poor eating habits (like loud chewing, licking their fingers, slapping their gums, or speaking while their mouth is full - just swallow dammit - I'll wait!!!)Just thinking about it makes me have to stop and take a breath.
Slobs and bad hygienic habits (like when people don't wash their hands after using the bathroom - I feel like scolding people when in public restrooms).
Whistling - Can't explain it - I just really hate it. Who's that happy??
Arrogance
Aloof behavior
People that talk in movie theatres during the film.
Spitting - it's fucking disgusting!
Loud gum chewing or snapping - it makes me want to stop and say - give me the gum like a teacher scolding a pupil in school.
Other pet-peeves:
Bad customer service - I've been known to walk out of places (leave behind things I really wanted) or go with another company that's prices are higher just because I won't deal with bad customer service.
Bad parenting skills - parents screaming at their kids (or worse) in public places or the opposite and spoiling them rotten and coddling too much.
Bad pet owners - people that leave their dogs in the car for longer than 10 minutes - leave it at home, you selfish bastard! Leaving it tied to a post or even worse - tying it to a tree in the yard - it's no life for a pet - they are not fixtures they are meant to be companions - if you don't have time or the room for it don't have a pet! I can go on and on about this and the parenting so I will leave it there.
Dirty bathrooms (public or private) every toilet should have a brush and every sink a soap dispenser.
I guess I have said enough. I could probably think of a lot more, but it would probably take a while. What about you? What are those things that just irritate you to no end??


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Some things about me...

Thursday, November 17, 2005
It has been suggested to me that when I don't have anything to really write about - I should just write a few things about me that might be of interest. Since this blog is about me, I guess it doesn't seem too egocentric to do so...
I'm terrified of heights - I always have been. As a child, I would be fine going up and keep up with everyone else (climbing trees and what not), but almost always, one of my friends would have to go find an adult to get me down!
The last time I went on a Ferris wheel I was a teenager and I was so scared that by the end - I had my head in my boyfriend's lap, crying like a baby (while my moronic friend next to me said things like (look how small all of the people look - they look like ants)! Even now, on some occasions will look for stairs so I don't have to get on an escalator. On my honeymoon, I went parasailing with my husband and I kid you not - I screamed bloody murder the whole time!!!
That being said, I absolutely LOVE roller-coasters! The bigger the better (Strange I know)! I was terrified of them until I was about 18. I went to Great Adventure (a theme park) with My boyfriend at the time and he coerced me onto one (yes, the same one who dumped me on a roller-coaster. I think it may have been the same day). I cursed him the whole time waiting on line, but when it was over - I loved him even more for it! I can't explain it, but even though they are usually very high up - I absolutely LOVE them!

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Bonfire Night - Part 2

Monday, November 14, 2005
I went to a Bonfire Night twice this year - One on the 5th and one over this past weekend. The first one was my very first that I have been to and it was quite an experience! The streets were filled with thousands of people on both nights (kind of scary to be in these little villages filled with so many people). There were small bonfires set throughout the town (to warm the crowds I'd say). The processionals were spectacular displays.


The streets went on and on with torches and drums playing and the costumes the first night were wonderful eerie and dark costumes which just added to the feeling of the event. The processional goes through the streets several times until it leads to the bonfire site where it is set ablaze and it's then followed by a fireworks display (all this happens while you are surrounded by 1000s of people). The fireworks and bonfire are held in large fields. I grew up on the Jersey shore and never had to view fireworks that were not set off over the water before. It was unnerving at best. The first night, we were quite close and at times were pelted by smouldering remains of the fireworks falling from the sky (really really unnerving for me).


The second night, the processional was not as good. It was more child friendly and people wore costumes of things like cowboys, Indians (I know its American - don't ask me why) knights and medieval times type characters. There were far more people at that one and if I had to guess I would have to say a good 100 thousand people were crammed into this village. After the first processional, we went to the only pub that was opened and tried to have a drink (not my idea). The line was down the street and the pub was so packed, it was one person in - one person out! I'll tell you - the British like their drink! I wasn't keen on the crowed crammed into the building so Wayne and I opted out while Dougie went on his own (he'd brave a lot to have a drink I'm sure).


After Doug found us (which was quite a feat), we followed the processional down to the bonfire. This bonfire was a ship that they built in the middle of the field. It was massive and the fire was so big, that it burned our faces when we looked in that direction (from quite a distance away). Despite the sardine like feeling standing in the field and an obnoxious, very large woman that refused to move her torch away from our faces - the fireworks ended up to be amazing (and this time we didn't get any falling on us).


Each night was followed by a visit to a pub that's too crowded and filled with drunks. I can do without that portion of the evening, but I must admit its all part of the experience - and a truly British experience it was.



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Bonfire Night - Part 2

I went to a Bonfire Night twice this year - One on the 5th and one over this past weekend. The first one was my very first that I have been to and it was quite an experience! The streets were filled with thousands of people on both nights (kind of scary to be in these little villages filled with so many people). There were small bonfires set throughout the town (to warm the crowds I'd say). The processionals were spectacular displays.


The streets went on and on with torches and drums playing and the costumes the first night were wonderful eerie and dark costumes which just added to the feeling of the event. The processional goes through the streets several times until it leads to the bonfire site where it is set ablaze and it's then followed by a fireworks display (all this happens while you are surrounded by 1000s of people). The fireworks and bonfire are held in large fields. I grew up on the Jersey shore and never had to view fireworks that were not set off over the water before. It was unnerving at best. The first night, we were quite close and at times were pelted by smouldering remains of the fireworks falling from the sky (really really unnerving for me).


The second night, the processional was not as good. It was more child friendly and people wore costumes of things like cowboys, Indians (I know its American - don't ask me why) knights and medieval times type characters. There were far more people at that one and if I had to guess I would have to say a good 100 thousand people were crammed into this village. After the first processional, we went to the only pub that was opened and tried to have a drink (not my idea). The line was down the street and the pub was so packed, it was one person in - one person out! I'll tell you - the British like their drink! I wasn't keen on the crowed crammed into the building so Wayne and I opted out while Dougie went on his own (he'd brave a lot to have a drink I'm sure).


After Doug found us (which was quite a feat), we followed the processional down to the bonfire. This bonfire was a ship that they built in the middle of the field. It was massive and the fire was so big, that it burned our faces when we looked in that direction (from quite a distance away). Despite the sardine like feeling standing in the field and an obnoxious, very large woman that refused to move her torch away from our faces - the fireworks ended up to be amazing (and this time we didn't get any falling on us).


Each night was followed by a visit to a pub that's too crowded and filled with drunks. I can do without that portion of the evening, but I must admit its all part of the experience - and a truly British experience it was.



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Bonfire Night - part 1

Last weekend was Bonfire Night (aka Guy Fawkes Night). Bonfire Night is a holiday (that's a bit sick and twisted) celebrated in England. It is a celebration of the capture of Guy Fawkes and stopping his plot (known today as the Gunpowder plot) to blow up the Houses of Parliament and kill King James I. Guy Fawkes, who was in the cellar of the parliament with the 36 barrels of gunpowder when the authorities stormed it, was caught, tortured, hung and quartered.


The tradition of Guy Fawkes-related bonfires began that very same year (400 years ago). Londoners who knew little more than that their King had been saved, lit bonfires in celebration.


As years progressed, however, the ritual became more elaborate. Soon, people began placing dummies of Guy Fawkes and sometimes those of the Pope onto bonfires, and fireworks were added to the celebrations. Still today, some communities throw dummies of both Guy Fawkes and the Pope on the bonfire (and even those of a contemporary politician or two), although they say the gesture is seen by most as a quirky tradition, rather than an expression of hostility towards the Pope.


Preparations for Bonfire Night celebrations for children include making a dummy of Guy Fawkes, which is called "the Guy". Some children even keep up an old tradition of walking in the streets, carrying "the Guy" they have just made, and beg passers-by for "a penny for the Guy." The kids use the money to buy fireworks for the evening festivities. They have competitions as well where the children compete against each other to create the best 'Guy'. The winner gets to have theirs at the top of that town's bonfire and the other children throw theirs into the blaze after it's set (this to me is twisted, and I have informed my husband that no child of mine will ever participate in such activities).


On the night itself (Nov. 5th) and for weeks following, main towns and cities have huge celebrations every year where 1000s gather. There are torch lit processionals where hundreds of people walk through the streets wearing costumes, playing drums with blackened faces. The processional leads to where the bonfire is lit. Guy is placed on top of the bonfire, which is then set alight; and fireworks displays fill the sky.





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Bonfire Night - part 1

Last weekend was Bonfire Night (aka Guy Fawkes Night). Bonfire Night is a holiday (that's a bit sick and twisted) celebrated in England. It is a celebration of the capture of Guy Fawkes and stopping his plot (known today as the Gunpowder plot) to blow up the Houses of Parliament and kill King James I. Guy Fawkes, who was in the cellar of the parliament with the 36 barrels of gunpowder when the authorities stormed it, was caught, tortured, hung and quartered.


The tradition of Guy Fawkes-related bonfires began that very same year (400 years ago). Londoners who knew little more than that their King had been saved, lit bonfires in celebration.


As years progressed, however, the ritual became more elaborate. Soon, people began placing dummies of Guy Fawkes and sometimes those of the Pope onto bonfires, and fireworks were added to the celebrations. Still today, some communities throw dummies of both Guy Fawkes and the Pope on the bonfire (and even those of a contemporary politician or two), although they say the gesture is seen by most as a quirky tradition, rather than an expression of hostility towards the Pope.


Preparations for Bonfire Night celebrations for children include making a dummy of Guy Fawkes, which is called "the Guy". Some children even keep up an old tradition of walking in the streets, carrying "the Guy" they have just made, and beg passers-by for "a penny for the Guy." The kids use the money to buy fireworks for the evening festivities. They have competitions as well where the children compete against each other to create the best 'Guy'. The winner gets to have theirs at the top of that town's bonfire and the other children throw theirs into the blaze after it's set (this to me is twisted, and I have informed my husband that no child of mine will ever participate in such activities).


On the night itself (Nov. 5th) and for weeks following, main towns and cities have huge celebrations every year where 1000s gather. There are torch lit processionals where hundreds of people walk through the streets wearing costumes, playing drums with blackened faces. The processional leads to where the bonfire is lit. Guy is placed on top of the bonfire, which is then set alight; and fireworks displays fill the sky.





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Been a while...

Thursday, November 3, 2005
I know it's been forever since I have written anything worth reading.  I am wondering as I type if there could possibly be anyone left that actually checks this site anymore.

I don't know why I haven't written.  I guess it's the start of winter.  It tends to bring me down because I feel so crappy all the time.  The last few weeks I have been just keeping to myself when Wayne's not around and when he is, I'm quite happy just being with him.

I am still working on teaching myself web development, but have not done a site yet because quite honestly, every time I set out to so a simple site (which I could easily do) - I think it's not good enough and decide to wait until I learn how to do everything I want to do.  It will be a while longer I'm sure.  I'm making good progress though, but do wish a lot of the time I had a teacher that could give guidance when need be.  Since I don't, it will just take me that much longer to get through it.  Such is life...

To those of you who still bother to check this blog - I will try to start updating daily or at the very least a few times a week. 


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