Wow, I can't believe how long it's been since I last posted and dangling that piece of cheese like I would come back the next day and write about my super trip to the UK.
My blog is that little niggling thing at the back my brain that keeps wanting to bust out and write but is just too damned tired and lazy to do anything about. It's not that I haven't been inspired by things but I don't get that same spark of "Oh, I have to write that on my blog NOW!" any more. Which sucks but I guess is probably the cycle these things take. So I'm not going to say goodbye because I do love being able to write in a forum where no one judges (and even if they do I don't really care) but as is completely obvious it probably won't be happening that often. Plus, I love how cute and fancy my page looks when it comes up with superhero me and Gus (who turned 3, by the way, last weekend in case you were wondering). Life is good and I'll back...eventually.

Yes, I am back from rural country. I have plenty of stories to tell but they will have to wait. I will tantalise you with this, though, my dear readers. They involve wannabe wizards, the coolest granny on the planet and making pals with a cat. Yes, a cat. Frightening.

As for everything else. My crazy family and friends surprised me with a birthday dinner. It was only supposed to be my mom, dad and Nick (which would have totally been a weird combination and I think the driving force behind my mother organising all of my friends and my family surprising me). I walked into the restaurant all hazy-eyed after my 7 hour flight and smelling like you smell after sitting on a plane next to a snotty-nosed kid for 7 hours and there were prezzies and friends and prezzies! And my auntie made me a cake of 4 yarn balls with two knitting needles poking out of the biggest cake yarn ball. Oh and by the way, it was freaking DELICIOUS. Hopefully someone will send me a picture and I will post it because it was so damn cool while also being mildly embarrassing. Awww...a good way of celebrating the ole 25er.

So, I was on a crime fighting spree like any good superheroine would be when I got this black eye.

Nah, I was just playing a little rugby yesterday and got an elbow to the eye socket. Sadly enough by my own team mate. Sad. Now I'm all bruised and battered - my ankles hurt, I got a big bump on the side of my left knee and this beautiful shiner. The picture doesn't do it much justice but my co-worker asked me if my hand had slipped while I was doing my makeup this morning. No, no, I try not to wear my hooker makeup during the day, thanks.

Ahhh, anyway, here's to kicking some good ole rugby butt this weekend and actually making it to the finals. Black eye and all.

I love my blog but I don't feel like writing.

So, thank you for visiting if and when you do. I can only imagine that those who do show up must get super annoyed seeing the same old blahdie blahdie blah on the screen after my super IslandGirl persona downloads.

But I'm going to the UK for the first time EVER at the end of the month and I promise I'll take my camera. I can't promise that I'll be inspired to right anything unless SarahT falls down or does something really silly or Manderlay is house that really exists in Cornwall. One can only hope that I will come back with prose dripping from my fingertips.

p.s. I haven't yet finished the blanket I was crocheting Nick for Christmas so it's not really a matter of rathering but a matter of having to before, say winter 2010.

Well I complained about being unloved and then it took me like forever to come back and I find that I am loved....Sorry Al, you don't count, I already knew you loved me because you know I'm your shopping accomplice.

But I have to admit, I have no more excuses for not writing more often as we now have a brand spanking new laptop at my house. It's all very exciting and I can stop being bad and sneakily checking my email at work (nah, I can't stop that addiction). It is quite funny how when I worked at my old job I used to spend half my life online. Surfing, writing, checking my email about a bizillion times. Now, I feel so good at the end of the day. Like I've really accomplished something. It does make you enjoy going to work everyday when you feel like a necessary component of something. And, it's a real happy feely environment 'cause it's just us three girls talking about frilly weddings all day. Well, not all of them are frilly but it is an awfully girlie profession and I LOVE IT! It's funny because a friend who will not be named but she knows who she is returned home from school over Christmas and we hadn't seen each other since I started my job but the first thing she asked was whether working in the wedding business now makes me want to get married and I told her no. Sadly, she was like does it make you want to get married less. But no, it doesn't really have any change on my outlook for my future. Do I want to get married one day? I really don't know. Am I happy right now? Yes, dammit. Am I scared shitless that if I rushed into marriage I would end up making the hugest mistake of my life and end up divorced? Freakin' right! It's such a scary balance and there are way too many things for me to consider when it comes to all that there shit. But, you know what, I like the idea of creating the most beautiful day of people's lives. We received an email the other day addressed to myself and my boss thanking us for making the most special day of their lives so perfect. The new husband thanked us for calming his future wife when she would call all worried about some different aspect of her day. Which, in all honesty, if I was putting my faith in people I'd never met before on an Island I'd maybe never visited before, I'd be having a few heart palpitations too (and that's on top of the prospect of getting married). It's great, I'll just enjoy the stress of planning their big day and let them worry about the rest of their lives, it's way more fun that way!

I wanna write so badly. But instead it all just sounds so dull. I'm going to start whining so maybe if my one reader is about to get all giddy over me writing (he, he he, don't I wish I could be loved from afar) they might wanna stop now.
It could get deliriously boring.
It's just that there is so much to say like how shitty and short life is but I don't think I could really give that subject the justice it deserves. But then in the same breath I could talk about how delicious life is but then that would totally be boring and my one reader would be gagging on his/her own vomit and that just wouldn't be nice or the right way to win admirers. So, instead, I'm just not going to say anything at all because what was all that hoopla about silence being golden?
















See. Wasn't that nice :-)
Be back in another month.

It's been almost a year since I started my little place here in cyberspace and I have to say that I do miss coming up with silly little stories about my dog, life, being happy and how weird it all feels.

Things have been going so strangely well that I sometimes get that little lump in the back of my throat and a little pound in my head with worry that it all has to collapse at some point, right? I don't want to think that life is that fragile but it doesn't seem right to be able to go through life all smiley happy feely. But right now I ain't gonna fight it and just let life go on it's wide winding track and if and when I fall I'll get back off and wipe the dirt off my knees and keep trudging along.

I don't really do the whole New Year's resolution thing but I like starting up new things every once and while and tomorrow I'm going to stop by the animal shelter, which I pass every day when I leave work, and sign up for some volunteer work. I know that my dog needs loads of love and attention (and a few more walks would probably help his portly stature) but while he snoozes in his cozy cage with a big fat bone nearby those poor pups at the shelter wait for someone to stop by and just give them a little scratch behind the ear. That's really what we all are hoping for- just a little attention and a good ole' scratch behind the ear. Happy New Year blogger friends :-)