I'm sick.

I'm sick.
I wonder how many posts I've started like this? I don't think I'm going to bother going through my archiving files to count.
Really want to move away from blogspot to wordpress, so I can do cool things.
Anyway. I digress.

Saturday evening I had a sore throat and runny nose. It's allergies season, runny nose is common, sore throat, not so much. But then again it's always cold season in England.

If there was an Olympic Medal for colds, then I'd always win Gold. Just sayin.

Sunday, I'm wheezy and coughing and bleurgh.

Monday, I'm worse, but I go to work anyway. (glutton for punishment is my name it seems) I don't even make a full shift.

Tuesday, wake up worse, call doctors office, have appointment within the hour.

See nice new doctor (who doesn't look a day over 21!) who after checking me over and prodding and poking me with her stethoscope (which thank god wasn't ice cold!) tells me I have Bronchitis. Not viral bronchitis, bacterial. Because I'm lucky like that.

Off I trot with a prescription for a lot of drugs and instructions to rest and take said drugs with food. If my wheezing doesn't come under control then I'm to head to Accident & Emergency to be nebulised.

These damn steroids better start kicking in.
I don't want to go to hospital.
I can guarantee you that hubs won't want to go either, cause he hates them.

I hate being sick, cause there's nothing to do, nothing on tv, just nothing. I don't even have proper internet connection.

*insert massive coughing fit*

Guess that's my queue to finish up.
Can't even write a post on here to get 15 minutes respite from this stupid illness.

Well at least I'm not infectious.
I don't think.

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Happy Birthday!!!

It's my birthday today!
Have some cake!!

It's not over till the Fat lady Sings

Ive just completed my assessments.
They were hard.
I'm glad they're over now, because with the feeling of relief that they're over, comes the relief of the anxiety I've been feeling about doing them.

Now comes a whole new load of anxious feelings. I have to wait a week to hear if I passed or not. A week.

If I pass then I go to the next stage for formal interview with a panel of management and HR.

So hold your fingers crossed for me!

In other news? It's my birthday tomorrow.
Normally at this point I have passed excitement and have run into complete hyperactive overdrive.

I don't feel birthday(y).

I feel numb. There's a range of emotions running through me and my body can't settle on just one, it's just numb.

It's my birthday tomorrow and I'm working from 6am.

Am I looking forward to it?
Not one bit.

The Text Message that Blew my Mind

March 18th I posted about obsessive behaviour and harassment.
Yesterday I was asked to removed said post and apologise to man B.
Which I did.

I am not happy that I've had to do it but I understand why.
What I don't understand is why I'm now being accused of harassment over 1 blog post that is 100% true.

The person accusing me has not spoken to me since Friday and is blaming me for his actions.
On top of that - accusing me of harassment.

Then last evening I get this text message from them.

"Good luck in your assessment 2mo, hope u do well"

I nearly died.
In fact when I received it and opened it my actual words were "you have got to be fucking kidding me"

My husband said I should just ignore it.

My brother-in-law (kinda) said to reply with "leave me alone you twat and delete my number from your phone. I don't want you contacting me outside of work"

So far I've just ignored it. Like every other text messages (41) I've been sent from this person.

I'm done.

Today's Photo - Censorship

A Removal.

A Removal.

You may have noticed that I've removed the post from the 18th March asking for advice on how to deal with obsessive behaviour or harassment.

I have been told that this post is harassment (ironic?) and that I could be taken to court for harassment.

For the time being I have removed it, however it doesn't change the behaviour in question.

However I will issue the "apology" requested.

Dear Man B,
I am sorry that you feel I have harassed you with my post on the 18th of March 2011.
Me.

So there is my apology. It is genuine. However, I still stand by the fact that the behaviour in question (of removed post) is obsessive and harassing. I also wonder if a written apology will be issued. In all honestly, highly unlikely.

Pot, Kettle?

Today's Photo

Mondays. Don't ya love em?

Today's Photo

Best friend Tabetha

Good day to you.

I'm sitting in our new flat just after breakfast, having ordered 2 bookshelves and watching The Gadget Show seeing all the little gadgets in the world I want but can't afford.

I've not blogged in forever.

Perhaps some notes, I'm not Becca. Indeed I don't look, act, smell or behave remotely like Becca. I am Becca's husband and basically, I am awesome. You think Becca is cool? You aint seen nothing. You think she's funny? I fart in your general direction. You think Becca is intelligent? Well you're wrong, my wife is like two short planks. Thick.

I'm no stranger to blogging, I have blogged for upwards of 10 years. Way back in the early days of this millenium there existed a website known as Alfred's Cheese Emporium, or ACE for short. ACE was the home for two not quite usual chaps, Chimbles and Flams. These two would post daily for an audience of 1 or 2 people. With articales like "do something dangerous friday" and "how many pringles should you eat at once?" the internet never knew what hit it. The popularity grew until with great sadness it was no more. Arguably it peaked with "brushing your teeth with english mustard" but we'll never know.

Alfred's cheese emporium was the start of my entanglement with blogging. Over the years I went through many blogs, indeed I still have one that hasn't been updated in almost a year. Its always the way. Boy meets blog, boy blogs all the time, boy discovers more exciting things on the internet, boy leaves blog. I wouldn't mind so much, but I put a tonne of effort into my most recent blog, my brother gave me space on his domain, installed wordpress and I messed with the source code like nobodies business. See thats the bit of blogging I like, making the page look NICE.

The peak of web design for me was at University, where I built a working shop using PHP. The realisation of what I'm doing is working is amazing. I had no idea how to use PHP and when it finally clicked one day (literally in a lazy afternoon at home) I was ecstatic. Same with CSS, HTML and even XML, though I still don't see the point for XML.

Incredibly, I'm seen as an IT genius around some of my friends. When I signed up for ICT at college I had never used a modern computer (true story!) and when the teacher told us to log in I had literally no idea what I was doing. Fast forward to now and I could knock up a semi decent website within an hour (probably) that would impress you for minimum effort.


Well this blog has been decidedly wandering. My name is Daniel and I might share some thoughts with you from time to time. Pretty soon I'll share my top secret recipe for spaghetti and meatballs.


Daniel, out.

Go Alan, it's ya birfday!

This is Alan, today it's his Birthday.

Alan (above) is my brother-in-law. You see, he's pretty special (at the moment) cause he's my only brother-in-law. That will change when my younger sister gets married and my younger brother gets civil-ceremonied.

Alan is 25 today. Half English, Half Portuguese. He tans really well.
He does running, a lot. He's pretty good at it, looks all proper and stuff, not like Phoebe from Friends, arms and legs all waving like a lunatic.

So yeah, today is his Birthday. This is a Birthday post. Wish him a Happy Birthday.

Sorry there's no cake. But wouldn't it be totally cool, if you could click a button on your browser and cake popped out of the disc drive? Come on computer manufacturers, this would be awesome!!!!

Happy Birthday Alan!!

Today's Inspirational Picture

Today's Photo

Introducing Angle, the Peace Lilly

An Update

Well ive not posted in a while, mainly due to moving.
We're all moved now, and everything is sorted (mostly)
Still no phone line and therefore no proper interweb connection. Which is annoying, but by mid April (if not sooner!) I hope we've got it all sorted out.

It's unlikely that I'll update that often, cause posting to my blog on this teeny iPhone is hard yo. Damn autocorrect and shit. It tries my patience!

Anyhoos, keep your eyes peeled.

Oy. The number of corrections ive had in this short time is stupid.

Sheesh.

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3 days and extraction!

In 3 days, we will be moving.  No thanks to my wonderful bank, who screwed me over and cost us another £87!

Anyways, enough talk about bad rubbish.

3 days.  That rope I talked about?  It didn't snap.  It's slowly repaired itself (amazing eh?  magic rope!)

Monday, we move, into our own home.  Ours.  All Ours.

We have to paint, and clean.  Although I am assured by the Letting Agent that the property will be cleaned before we move, I suspect that it will not be to my standards!  So we clean!  Then?  We put things away.

I plan to do a before and after post.  and I can't wait to share it all with you.

In other news?  I'm having surgery.  To remove two very impacted lower wisdom teeth.  This surgery requires me to have 4 days away from work (which I have had to use annual leave - boo!), be put under with a GA, and then spend the day in a hospital (not my husbands favourite place).
But I get to eat lots of liquidised food, like milkshakes! NOM.

Also, I will be in lots of pain, so if you want to buy me a gift, then please look here for something suitable.  or here.

I tried to look for a picture of wisdom tooth extraction, but the google images that I found? not so nice.

I am however wanting to make a set of earrings out of my two teeth.  Providing they are ok for me to do so.
Hey, if the redneckmommy can having earrings out of roadkill critters then I can have earrings made from my wisdom teeth!