Teenagers, huh.

After doing not much other than speak to my brother and parents on the phone all today, I decided that we should go out to the posh burger place I have been promising to take Mr SC to, followed by bowling. Mr SC had a bath while I half assembled a chair that has been sitting in pieces in our house since  we brought it back from my parents house. I'll finish it in the morning, along with the rest of the organising of the conservatory. 

We took the long road into town, down some lovely country roads. I told Mr SC that he needs to teach me how to do handbrake turns. We parked the car, finding a free ticket valid 'til this morning on the ticket machine, and went for a drink in the rock pub. It made me really miss the nights I used to spend in the rock pub where I grew up. The black walls, sticky floors, cleverly grafitti'd toilet walls and the atmosphere of a pub with 30 years of history as a rock venue will forever hold great memories for me. This place had a similar feel to it, although with more class. I would like to head there on Thursday, as it sounds like a good night.

I have a blister. At the burger place we ordered garlic mushrooms, followed by huge burgers. I dug into the mushrooms far too quickly, and the first one burst and spat boiling mushroom juice onto my lip. The garlic mayonnaise was incredibly garlicky though, just perfect. Mr SC really loved his burger, so it was worth it. We laughed at all the drunk students as we walked around town, and decided that come the autumn we should go on one of the evening town walking tours.

At the bowling alley, I won the first game, but then lost two. I also won a game of air hockey, but lost a game of pool. The bowling alley brought on a whole load more reminiscing about even earlier in my teenage years, when groups of us would bowl and loaf all night, and it was one of the only places we could get served alcohol. Bowling is something else Mr SC and I should do more often, although I think both of us will have achy wrists and shoulders tomorrow.

Blogging

This blog is the first time I have really kept a record for myself. I have made notes on myspace and facebook, that all my friends and family were able to read. Acquaintances could google my name or email address and there I was.  Is it weird that I am keeping a record of my life for myself, but leaving it open for strangers to read? Is it weirder than keeping a record of my life for friends and family?

I talked to Mr SilverClouds about this last night, and whether I should make family/friends/the world at large aware of this page, and he made the valid point of asking if I want people judging me from my writing. I am undecided, but if I leave my blog alone, anyone who does stumble upon it is at least there by happy accident of the internet. I even asked Mr SilverClouds if he wanted to read it, and he isn't quite sure. Curiouser and curiouser.

Another thing that interests me is the idea of a blogroll. I am publicly declaring my stalker tendencies here. Yes I like the writing style of these people, and appreciate them putting content out about themselves, but essentially, I am just plain nosy. Is that wrong, or is it really just human nature? Maybe this blog is just my reciprocal sharing, so that I feel less guilty about reading someone else's life story.

Italian night in.

Had my normal dull day of work; nothing interesting to report. Stopped on the way home to get some petrol and something to munch since I had skipped lunch, and walked out of Asda with an Italian feast for two. Munchy bread bits with stuffed peppers and mini pepperoni for starter, followed by fresh tortellini and sauce., along with a bottle of Chianti. Perhaps I should have found some fava beans...

Now I just need a couple of doughnuts and some clips...

Today I had a phone call at work from a really desperate customer. She was running out of options, and told me that I was "her only hope." Of course, I giggled and replied "just call me Obi-Wan." I don't think she caught the reference. I feel saddened by this.

Chippy tea, I want my chippy tea.

Another busy day, and not a lot of time to stop and smell the roses. My tomatoes are growing nicely and my newly planted fuchsia hasn't died yet. 

I stopped to pick up dinner from the chippy tonight. Guiding district meeting so no time to cook. Chips with salt and vinegar and ketchup and mayonnaise, mmmmmmm.

I need to get to bed as my brain is fried and I really need to get into work early tomorrow so that I don't get the sack. Joy.

I don't want to talk about it.

Up, Laundry, Sandwiches, Commute, Work, Queue, Work, Drive, Cook, Wash up, Bath, Bed.

I need a shorter commute.

Manic Monday

I took charge of my first brownie meeting this evening. It was good, although hectic, and I feel much more confident now. I think I need to be stricter with them about time, and I really need to learn more games and songs to do with them. Now I just need to get a move on with the paperwork before the end of term.

I found this website today and wondered if I could fit some to my little Subaru Justy. I need to learn to use photoshop.