Look at them shine

me and my hubby went to see the New Stateman with Rik Mayall last night, needless to say it was f*cking hillarious, i wont give away the secrets of the night but at times it felt like a fusion of his comedy series 'bottom' and new statesman. never have i laughed so much at sex simulated on stage. we invested in a Vote B'Stard rosette and programme. Rik Mayall is indeed a god in comedy terms!

you brighten my days, and make my nights out barely legal, here's to you!

this took me ages to find as i couldnt recall the bands name, please no more singing this in the taxi on the way home! (the vid was gonne be electric 6 but i associate this more with you!)

this makes me think of you everytime i hear it. your a star!

yes, twas only yesterday that i was feeling so glum, however, today is another day and as the best teacher in the world tells me that everyday is a new slate, fresh page, and what happened yesteday can be forgotten. i kinda like that. my plans include....shopping...i love it. i have to buy a fancy engagement card for my brother and his fiance, if anyone was unsure if true love can exist, then you need to meet these two. they are not sickly sweet to each other, but this lady has turned my stella lovin, party animal brother into a kind and thoughtful man. the transformation is amazing. they are planning a wedding new year on the village green where we grew up and having an old fashioned style barn dance...they know hundreds of people...and will be having it in a massive barn in the said village. my brothers fiance's twin girls and my neice will be bridesmaids and hopefully we will be going dress hunting soon. in fact there is a wedding fare in the area on the sunday (beanyem if your reading this i hope you will come).

how does shopping make you feel better you may ask....well im sure it doesnt but for me i love browsing, finding a bargain and getting something interesting. ive got to stop getting thing for beanyems hen do, but i keep seeing cool stuff (shhh mum's the word!).

yesterday i went shopping with my mum, i didnt think york was hilly until you try and push a 9 stone woman around in a wheelchair over cobbled streets! well i found a pair of cream and black patent flat shoes with black ribbon ankle ties (sounds hideous but quite lovely) - the bargain - they were 15 quid, reduced from 20, but had a scratch so i got a shoe shining kit free with them (YEY). secondly, i found a dark pink dress for beanyems hen do (and general summer wear), i couldnt find my size and was really dissapointed, til i spoke to the woman on the dressing rooms said she had seen my size put behind the counter, as a woman had changed her mind at the til (YEY, a normal thing you may say, but they didnt have anymore anywhere else!!!!!!

so these little things helped brighten my day, and i had forgotten how much i love shoppin with my mum, she gives me the real truth, if i look rubbish she will tell me in the most diplomatic way. i treated her to coffee and cake in the afternoon. and she bought lunch in ASK, nice!

As my close friends know ive been diagnosed with hyperthyroidism, ive chosen to write arount it here as i fear that if i bend their ears abount it anymore they will beat me to death with a big stick. what does it mean?....well, it means that i have to make some tough choices regarding the treatment options, which inevitably will affect the rest of my life. firstly, when i found out i was over active thyroid i thought, well, just a few tablets and it will go away. wrong. it can have an impact on my fertility, my heart function all sorts. at present i get palpitations, and short of breath at minimal exertion as my body's metabolism is hightened. ive read up on the disease as much as possible and have now frightened myself to death, i thought writing this down would help me toward an answer or way forward. so, my options include: 1)long term drug treatment approx 18 months, within which time im gonna have to avoid becomming pregnant (to avoid risk to the fetus)...this option has approx a 30-50% success rate and if it doesnt work i have to be treated by option 2 or 3. 2)i could have radioiodine treatment from the off. it kills off the thyroid function and cures you but most (i cant recall the exact %) become hypothyroid and need to take medication for the rest of their lives, and i would need to wait 6 months before trying for a baby. 3) surgery to remove the thyroid gland - leaves you hypothyroid and on meds again.
This may seem an easy choice for some, but im wanting to start a family soon, and dont want to wait 18 months on the off chance it works, then if it didnt have to wait 6 months for the radioiodine treatment to safely leave my body.

this issue consumes my waking thoughts, and i try and think of other things, but it makes me snappy, im horrid to my husband, and put on my friends. the bright light is the fact ive chosen to pay to see a consultant endocrinologist for advice, my own nhs consultant wouldnt see me again even at the request of my GP, i would have to decide on the day i saw him at hospital and that decision that will affect my whole life im not prepared to do in a 10 minute clinic appointment with his registrar. i work for the nhs and didnt until now really agree with private work, but i thing priorities change when you feel so strongly about somethin.

so im going out soon, and undoubtedly will see hundreds of babies...as is the case when you cant have somethin you want, here's a little tune that i thought of as i was writing x

ok, check this out, im not usually into electro but i cant get this tune out of my head....

it really is a farse, im sat trying to fill in an application form for a job im already doing, i was seconded into the post when i failed to pass the initial interview. i wouldnt mind but it wasnt 100% my fault i didnt get the job the first time round, the idiots sent out the wrong job description, had to interview me for that particular post..which incidently didnt exist on paper. they could of just told me they had f*cked up, but oh no, they had to readvertise the proper job again once it had been oked by HR....ahhhhh...dumb asses! so im doing the aforementioned job, on less money, more responsibility and have to sit through another interview...takes the p*ss if you ask me. on the bright side, ive just had to fill in all my qualifications and it reminded me how upbeat i was yesterday as i found out ive passed my third module at uni..and got a B! im exactly half way through my masters, only one module and my dissertation to go (only she says)...anyway, back to the thrill of online application filling

i finally made it around the charity shops and picked up a few bargains including a brushed metal picture frame, a wooden money box for my nephew and a cake for my hubby off the local market. all in all a great morning, except for the old gimmers. normally im quite tolerant and patient and have the up most respect for old people, but as soon as people hit about their 80's they think they can push in queues, bang their bags into you etc etc. two old wrinklies pushed in front of me at the checkout and preceeded to yammer on about what they were buying and their ulcers and roids (im over egging the pudding slightly, but you get my drift)...im young and have lots to do, these people have enough old plates with pictures of dogs on, without hoarding more tat! ahhhhh! people say to be nice to old people even if they do antisocial things, and as a rule im nice to everyone unless they give me a reason not to be, but just to be nice to someone because they are old is no reason...who knows they could have been b*stards when they were younger...theifs, violent offenders, sheffield united fans..all sorts!

so, today is the first day i wont be wheeling my mum around in her wheelchair (she's in paster due to a broken toe, dont get me wrong, i love me mum but after 3 full days i need a break to do my own thing...ok now im feeling a cow for dissin my mum) anyway, my mum will be spending the day with mt sister and her two kids and i will be doing my usual annual leave day trawl of the local charity shops. ive gone past the habit i had as a student of buying clothing, now im afriad to say i rummage through the bric a brac (oh the shame). i find them good for getting cheep glass for glass painting. ok, this is the dull bit..i buy old picture frames, take out the print, obviously paint on it and then the picture can be hung on the wall with little effort on the picture hooks. yes, i sound about 95 years old, but what you dont know is i paint erotic pictures of tony blair!..ok, im obviously lying, but it made me giggle, then cringe at the thought!

check this out...the booshy lovelyness!

im in the mood for dancin....romancin...!

i could never understand why, when people were asked the question.. "if you were trapped on a desert island, who would you choose to be stranded with?" ..most peoples answers centred around movie stars or pop acts. now, dont get me wrong, i would like to get my hands on such hunks as julian barratt and daniel craig, but seriously, think about it....you want to live right? then its got to be Ray Mears everytime!
within 15 minutes of surviving the boat wreck he would have built a 2 storey shack from boat debris... hunted, killed and prepared an exotic animal for you to munch on...then fashioned a small boat from the carcass remains to safely get you back to civilisation after 2 weeks sunning yourself on the beech. he may not be your run of the mill hunk....but i would choose that option over starving to death whilst looking at a pretty face (secretly thinking, when you go to sleep daniel, i will bludgen you to death with a big stick and eat you!)

or am i talking a load of old tosh??

so...my friends have guided me to this blog site with promises of cake and sunshine, ive yet to have received either. For those with spare time in abundance, you will find my scrawlings elicit a variety of emotions, mainly frustration at my gramatical skills are on par with those of a demented pigeon choking on a mouldy chip.

Today is the second day of my annual leave and i have done very little, well when i say very little i mean i have already been to the mighty boosh forum, for those unaware ...shame on you ....shame on you! you will soon become aware that the boys of the mighty boosh - noel fielding and especially JULIAN BARRATT, are somewhat comedy hero's of mine (they have lots of good clips of their TV episodes on youtube). god forbid i ever meet them as im sure to be arrested!!

ok, ive divulged as much as i can on my first day here, i will endeavour to write somethin every once in while, now i need to bo to the gym and train for the 'race for life,' at present i have the lung capacity equal to that of an asthmatic woodlouse!