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*sulks*

update your blogs people!

tell me news!!

give me pictures!!

here, have some pictures:

i aen't ded

well it's a saturday morning. the folks have just gone away for the weekend. adam's not coming till 2. have the house to myself and it it bliss.

of course i have loads of things i should be doing, but i refuse! i'm only going to do what i want to do. so there. *nods*

i've have been ordered on several occasions to post about my holiday. it was fantastic. did loads of walking (but nothing too strenuous), quite a bit of drinking, very good eatting, and urm...yeah, just generally had a wickedy time.

the beer was goooood :D i'm sure you all know how i like my czech beer, and being in slovakia is the next best thing!

i still need to sort my photos out onto flickr as there's far too many to post here, but here's a few to keep you going:












and if you want photos of my gorgeous ratty girls - go read their blog!

it will be updated again in a few days when their new friends arrive (tomorrow :D)

at what point should i tell my parents there will soon be 4 rats in the household instead of 2?

gorgeous little rescue girlies...

i will update soon.

i will! i will!

even my rattas have updated before me...

i am going on holiday today. hurrah!

it will be fun.

and foreign.

and for a week.

and...urm...yeah

:D

why oh why does it always rain when i want to do something? no fair!!

today, am crawling up the M6 and spending the day in manchester. why drive instead of train? because my gorgeissimo hates trains *sighs*

actually...i'm looking forward to it - haven't had a good long drive in ages. gone are the days of crawling up the M6 to liverpool. especially on deadline day...

i always had the illusion that if i went home for the last week i would get my work done quicker than if i stayed in liverpool...with there obviously being far too many distractions in the land of the scouse. that therory never worked though, and it was always a mad dash up the motorway to get to the school office before 4.


hmmm, guess i better get up and have a shower, and hope i can find some clothes. am going on my happy happy holidays on tuesday, so i've banned myself from wearing the clothes i want to take in case i get them dirty. *laughs at self*

and then there were two...

lil lottie died :(

*cries and cries and cries*

poorly ratta

lil lottie is not well :( i don't know if she'll survive the night. *cries uncontrollably*

she's only little. she's far to young to die :(

but she is very letharic, and has blood in her urine. i don't think the emergency vet knew what she was talking about. plus she prescribed baytril which i didn't think you were supposed to give to rattas under 3 months :/

:( :( :( :(

news no.1: i have a job :D am nicking my friend julie's job when she leaves in september. working for the local rag - express and star. not a fancy journalist job - just typing up the letters and few other bits and bobs - but i can pretend!!

news no.2: the girlies have taken over my laptop - they have their own blog now :O
visit it here:rattas

introducing...

lyra (who is very shy at the moment)





bellis (who i swear is a re-incarnation of gytha)





lil lottie (who is the cutest rat in the entire history of the world)





aren't they so cute? :D
they're still not that sure of me. at least they don't run away anymore, but won't let me pick them up yet. they all keep trying to eat me :O

today lil lottie tried to bury my hand with their bedding. not sure if she wanted me to go away, or if she wanted my hand to be a permanent fixture.

i'm boooorrrrreeedddd!

bored bored bored.

this is what happens when i go away - my life seems so dull once i get back.

only half an hour to kill now till adamo comes. what can i dooooooo?!

parents are off tomorrow for 2 whole weeks. am planning lots of nice cooking things for me and adamo.

and the possibilty of more rats at the weekend.... :D

chilling out at the buffy/chicken roost. is muchos fun!

getting smuggles off their rats - when they're not running away from me!!

having fun with sara's macbook. lookee! lookee!





anyway, so go be socialable...and roll a cigarette...

what is it about me and terror attacks/attempts and going to london the next day?!

just hope the train isn't packed

it's not a good week to be a rat

i'm now completly ratless

:_(

she made it through the op, and was recovering well. they rang and said pick her up at 5. then rang at 4 to say they'd just checked on her and she was gone. *wails*

it pays to have a dog

this is jade. she's my sister's dog.

my sister is moving house today, so we're looking after her.

after getting out of walking her this morning, by escaping to sainsbury's with my mum, i was roped into doing it this afternoon. i said yes because i realised i could sneak in a fag :D

so off to the park we went. it started off uneventful - avoiding other dogs and electric wheelchairs.

then i see this man jogging towards me. he's quite tall, and skinny and has bright red hair. now, while i realise this could be any random person, the only person i could think of to fit this description is mil millington - writer extraordinaire.

and indeed, mil millington it was. *squeals*

this might not seem very exciting to anyone else, but you have to understand i live in wolverhampton. we don't 'do' celebrities. or if we do it's old dudes from a novelty 70's band. or a weird dude from a novelty 90's one-hit wonder.

also, you have to understand that i LOVE mil millington. i think he is a genius.

i knew he lived here somewhere. i knew his kids go to my old primary school. everywhere i went i took an interest in men with bright red hair - just in case it was him. does that sound stalkerish?

anyway. i've very happy. and currently loving jade.

(and also ashamed i haven't bought his new book yet which came out a few months ago. is now top of my list of things to do)

pass the yoghurt raisins...

mmm...this post started off as a comment on mark's blog. but then i realised it was gonna go on a bit, so thought it deserved a space all of it's own. (plus then, it's not infringing on syd - who i hope now has an endless supply of choccy drops.)


gytha took a trip today. she likes car journeys - this became evident on the journeys to-and-from liverpool. so today, she was all excited to be out and about. till she realised i'd taken her to see a big smelly man who squished and prodded her. she piddled and pooped on him.

(incidently - the v.e.t we saw today reminded me a hellva lot of my doctor. i like my dr, but didn't really like this guy. stange huh?)

so anyway, after swearing to myself before we went that i wouldn't agree to it, she's having an op on wed to get rid of one particular lump. she's had one for months, but it hasn't grown. and i'm sure she's got more under all those rolls of fat. but the one for removal is a new one, and came from no where. friday she was fine, today she's limping because it's getting in the way.

i really don't know if i've made the right choice. she's an old rat - 2 years to be exact. but she's still gytha. she hasn't showed any signs of stopping. boy, can that rat still run!! but then there's the whole op thing - increased risks because she's old and overweight. (or in the words of the v.e.t: "gosh, she's a bit fat isn't she?" mmm...maybe that's why i don't like him.)

to be honest, she's put on a lot of weight recently. mum thinks it's because i'm giving her enough food for 2 rats. but i've noticed she isn't really eating what i give her. she'll eat all her treats and stuff, then just pick through the food bowl. makes me think something is majorily wrong inside.

so is it really worth putting her through the op? especially seeing as it's not cheap...


oh. i don't know.

here's some ratta pictures to cheer us all up:

baby gythaidge!!!
baby esme

chilling in the hammock...
"i wanna grow old with you"
gytha gives mummy a kiss :D

diary of a hairstyle

so, inspired by sara-blob's musings on hair, here's a little story of how my hair came to be...


once upon a time, in a far away land, i had long hair:


it had it's advantages. with a LOT of hairspray, and quite a bit of hope, it could look like this for about half an evening:


i have very thin hair though, so in general any style falls out, and it spent most of it's time looking limp and crappy. i did not like this. so i wore lots of hats:


one day, i went a bit shorter. it looked ok now without really having to do much to it:


and it could still be mussed-up good and punky when i was in the mood:


though one day i was feeling bored. and hot. so my mate came round and chopped it off and stuck stuff in it:


volia! red hair! short hair! spikeyness could commence! and it has stayed:


until last friday, when on needing to top up my colour, i was convinced to pick up purple instead of red:


hurrah! the end? very doubtful. i've never really liked my hair much. i guess that's why i change it so much, in hope i'll be happy with it one day. in fact - it drives me insane whatever length it is. hurrah for hats!


and here is the wonderful girl who inspired the tale:
no matter what she says about her hair, i always wanted it!


oh, and here, have some monkeys:

so after all the excitement of watching england in the world cup *ahem* it's now wolves' turn.

brand new manager, no money, and about 16 players. should be fun...

i want this monkey:

monkey!

i have far too many monkeys. but one more little one surely is ok? i want him.

rachel's version of tidying a room: pile it all round the edges.


but look at all the space!


my reward:


gytha seems a bit miffed at the change of scenery


now back to this:

cups of tea: 1
amount of room tidied: none
time till i have to go out: 1 hour
predicted amount of room tidying in that time: none
reason: lemmings is calling to me....


last weekend my gorgeissimo took me to my first ever carboot sale, (in search of yet more amiga games). he returned with not 1, but 2 joysticks and some floppy disks. i returned with copious amounts of rizla, and some megadrive games - including lemmings.

i played it religiously for most of the week - a combination of nostalgia kicking in, avoidance (room tidying), and a way of getting over the barny me and ad had on monday.

i get to his on friday to discover he's found it for his amiga. he wants to learn to play. i discover the levels are different in this version. adam sulks while i take over his amiga for the weekend, obsessed with new shiny levels.

now if you will excuse me, i have some green-haired suicidal rodents to save...

why am i never asleep when i'm supposed to be? all last week i slept well, but now when i have a busy day tomorrow i'm wide awake at silly times. grrr.

have to get up early in an attempt to dig my way out of my room. those that have co-habiting experience with me will know my rooms get in a bit of a state, and get tidied roughly once a year. but i'm being forced into it this time. slave labour!

it goes like this:
the spare room is being painted.
it can't be painted till the bed is taken out and put in my room.
it can't be put in my room until my current bed is moved upstairs.
it can't be moved upstairs until there's space for bed manoeuvridge.

as long as they know nothing will happen till at least 2 cuppas have found their way into my belly.

the irony? i quite happily sat for 2 hours on sunday night tidying my gorgeissimo's room while he entertained himself with his amiga. he re-affirmed his love for me after i got him some games off ebay.

his room is like a graveyard for old computers - i found a spectrum and a super-nes, and some sega master system games. he'll not rest till he has an atari though.

methinks this should be his x-mas pressie:

let's go!

number of lemmings saved this weekend: 6 billion
number of lemmings killed this weekend: 30 billion
number of friends lost this weekend: 1 (unrelated to the lemmings)


as promised, new hair:


it's more purple than that, but i ain't that hot with cameras.

and while the photos are out...

my gorgeissimo


ratta!! this is gytha. don't be deceived by this picture - she is actually very very fat. this brings much entertainment on my part.


this is esme. she died a few weeks ago, so fatty-bum is on her own now.


pub-age calls. i'll update all you adoring fans later

i can sing a rainbow...

ooh... new hair colour! what will it be?!

i'll keep you in suspense until it's done

the wheels on the bus don't move

i have come to the conclusion that buses just don't bother when it's the school holidays. god bless west midlands travel.

i'm getting worried that i now recognise people on the buses i get in the morning. soon i'm sure i will know all their names too. this is a very good sign it's time to move in with adam. oh, for the joy of being able to go back to sleep after he's left for work.

just need to sort out some money then... urm...that phone number i needed was round here somewhere.

well, i'm off now to pretend i live the high life. wearing a skirt, vest top, sandals, sunglasses, drinking coffee in the street cafes....

...of wolverhampton. let's just forget that last bit heh?

*pokes blog*

mmm...needs more decoration...