Seasons greetings!

I know it's a wee bit delayed but Happy Christmas 2008 blog readers! Hope you've all had a fabby time. It's been absolutely lovely for me so far. And the heavenly news is that I still have another week off work. Yep 7 whole days before I have to go back, yip yip!

After last year I now believe that Christmas should be a visual thing for you guys so I'm posting a few choice piccies from the day itself.

First up, as usual, is the din itself, yum:


I'd taken up a cd that I knew my dad was going to love. He loved it so much he decided it would be a good idea to fling me round the room and dance to it:


Look at those moves!


What can I say? I'm a total daddy's girl:


This is the port in the decanter that my great Aunty M left my parentals. It weighs a chuffing tonne! But it's dead posh like:


Happy days. It's hard to pick a best moment cos I had such a lovely day, but I can say with absolute certainty that my best present is the drum lessons!!! Stand back Meg White cos here comes Dizz....

Happy holidays! xx

Happenings

It's a good job you blog readers don't expect daily updates on this here blog cos we would fail miserably were that the case. Luckily you just seem to be rather content little peeps whenever one of us decides to do a post. Phew. As is usual there has been lots of happenings in Dizz-land so I'm going to break it up into nice tidy sections.

Thai
My thai cookery class finished on 1st December so Monday was the first night without the class. But this doesn't mean that thai has to stop! Oh no. Quite the opposite in fact. Now that I know what I'm doing I'm becoming a wee bit experimental. I get to my kitchen, open the fridge, and start to think, hmm if I threw that together, added a bit of soy sauce, a bit of dry stock, a tablespoon of sugar and wok-ed it all up that would be right tasty. And it usually is! The thing that I have loved most about the class, beyond the obvious of getting to eat lots of yummy food, is that it's made me even braver in the kitchen. Not that I've been much of a wuss in the past I hasten to add. Ask anyone, I love my kitchen. It's one of my most favourite places to be. But I am really into the thai. Truly. The aromatic-ness of it is just so blummin' yummy that I find it irresistable. So if you're due round my house anytime soon for a meal don't be surprised if the dish served up is of the thai variety.

Happy Wednesday
On Wednesday night Wavey and I popped along to Fizz's in order to help her celebrate Wednesday. There was absolutely no reason for this, nope, none at all, and should anyone suggest that Wednesday was in fact Fizz's birthday then they might be shot...However, we were not celebrating birthdays, we were celebrating Wednesday. So in order to do this we had chilli. It was very yummy chilli, but not my kinda chilli. I'm a spicy girl. I love my food hot and when I make a chilli I'm generally taking off clothes in order to eat it. But, it was still very tasty! Then we had cake. As we all know you absolutely do not need a reason to have cake, so this carrot cake was enjoyed muchly too. We followed the meal with a particularly energetic game of Frustration which is possibly one of the best board games ever (Fizz, just to check, would this be hyperbole or exaggeration...?) somehow Wavey won the first game. Quite how this happened is beyond any of us as Wavey knows the rules, he cannot win, ever. It applies when him and Fizz play Squish and it definitely applies when we play board games. The world was returned to its rightful order when I won the second. We rounded off this happy Wednesday by watching The Dark Knight which was, erm, dark. And long. But good. And I did like Batman's motorbike, funkay!

Late night shopping
Thursday night is traditionally late night shopping in our fair town in the lead up to the Christmas festivities. I was supposed to be joining Cat in the search for a slutty dress (the reason for this will appear in a future post...got to tease you readers so that you keep coming back for more) but she had to go get her hair cut so instead Jillybean and I headed in to brave the masses. And masses it was. Ugh. It was horrible. All the shops were packed. People were jostling and bumping and generally looking super stressed. I was doing pretty well with the whole shopping thing, I even managed to complete the items on my list! Yay! By about 6.30pm I was losing the will to live. I texted Wavey who was also in town and we were going to meet up and have coffee and cake but by the time we actually found each other we decided it would be best to just get in the car and get the hell out of dodge and go and have tea instead. So that's just what we did.

Sneaking it in there
Wavey=boyfriend. Dizz=very happy. Nuff said really.

Mincemeat
This year I got a recipe from T at work for making my own mincemeat, you know for making Christmas mince pies. I've had this recipe for a couple of months now and it's always been yep, I'm making the mincemeat today/this weekend. And it's never happened. Until tonight! Oh yes. I've finally got around to it. And it smells SO GOOD! I had to cover it in foil in the end cos I kept going in to sniff it! So I have to leave it overnight "for the flavours to mingle" and then I bake it tomorrow. I'm hoping that it's going to taste as good as it looks/smells. I took some piccies of it but my camera batteries are recharging and every other pair that I try in there are obviously near death cos it's just not playing. I'll do a before and after once it's cooked up. Yum!

Operation clean-up
On Sunday 21st I'm hosting a pre-Xmas open house shindig type thingie and as there's family coming as well, my lovely ma has insisted that she come round and clean my windows and hoover my curtains and scrub the yard and feather duster the walls cos as we all know housework is not really up there on my list of priorities and therefore these things do not occur to me. i'm not sure what time proceedings will begin but I'm sure you can feel my sense of excitement at this task...but at least the rellies will be able to say how sparkly my windows are.

Leg warmers/knee high socks
I'm loving them. I've rocked them several times with my ugg-u-likes and belts. Oh and I bought a pair of over the knees that have ribbons round the top. Woohoo! Fizz is currently knitting me some legwarmers with penguins on them. In red. I'm very excited about them!

Christmas cards
Will I ever write them? Let's hope so cos I've got a biiiiiiig list!

And that my dears is it. It's been a lengthy post. I hope you've all stuck around til the end. Watch out for the mincemeat bake-a-thon piccies xx

Christmas crackers

Greetings! Blimey it's December already. That whizzy time thing that I keep talking about...still going on. And it's causing mayhem. Let me tell you about a few of the things that have been happening in Dizz-land.

First up, I reckon it all started when my watch battery died at quarter to one in the a.m one night. From that point on I started being disorganized Dizz. Who'd have thought that such a simple thing as a watch could be the cause of all the madness, but I'm blaming that, so there. Of course the ever ailing flexi meant that I didn't want to take an hour for lunch to get it fixed and all the battery shops close before I finish work at 5. So for 2 whole weeks I was watch free. I was relying on my mobile phone for the time and it didn't do a very good job. And thus it began.

My toaster broke. This is because I'm addicted to Warburtons crumpets. And I was trying to make them fit in my toaster cos my cooker/grill is on its last legs (so another story) and they got stuck. And smoke started smoking out of it. Mucho flapping later I opened the window and had got most of the poor burned crumpets out.

Then yesterday I couldn't get into my living room. I will have to explain now. Dizz-dad is super conscious of security so had a lock fitted that would prevent any burglars or bad'uns from getting further than the downstairs should they dare to break into my humble abode. So I come downstairs for breakfast on Saturday morning. Turn the key. Nothing. I shake the handle a few times. Still nothing. I try turning the key again and shaking the handle and still no joy. Luckily I had my mobile phone, called the Dizz-dad and explained and he came down and sorted it. But it did mean a new lock. And mucho hassle for my poor dad who had to make the brand new lock fit into the built in 1901 house door. Hmmm. But he has done a valiant job. My dad rocks!

Oh and last week when I was selling icecreams up at theatre I had a particularly horrible evening where many people were grumpy at me. I missed my bus and had to call my dad for a lift. He'd just got out of the bath. More grumpy. Oh and when I got there I sold 4 icecreams so it was totally worth all the hassle...poor Dizz ended up a bit teary at the end of that night, but felt much better after a Green and Blacks hot choc and a hug from the bloke-friend.

There are many positive things happening though now. I had my watch battery fixed yesterday. And since then I've finished buying most of my Christmas presents. I've cleaned up the spare room that actually did look like a bomb had hit it. The play has finished so I get my life back to get organised for writing Christmas cards. And sorting out the party that I'm throwing in exactly 2 weeks, yikes!

Oh and the bestest thing was seeing Kings of Leon on Thursday. OH WOW! Did they rock. Oh yes. It was utterly fabulous and me and D had a marvellous time. We're hoping for Aerosmith next. Enough of this indie girlie nonsense, time to be a serious rock chick I reckon!

Over and out xxx

Lurve

Yes, it's true. I'm in love. I'm afraid it's the unrequited kind though. Let me explain...

I happened to watch a program called 'What time is it?' last night. It was about relativity, the big bang, alternative universes and so on. I know, most of you are thinking 'yawn' - bit that's the sort of thing that rocks my boat. Even so, I didn't expect it to be quite so interesting - part of it was shot at Chichen Itza in Mexico - my old stomping ground. But the BIG surprise was the presenter, one Professor Brian Cox. This guy does NOT look like a professor. He looks like an indie-boy rock star. And he has this goofy smile and quirky sense of humour, talks with his hands and gets really enthusiastic about sciency stuff. I was close to licking the screen right off my telly.

But then, this morning, I googled him and it turns out he IS a rock star! (Well, a pop star). He was in D:Ream. Is this man for real? THEN I read he was science consultant on the film Sunshine - so he knows Cillian Murphy!

Unfortunately he's married. Oh, and seriously famous and out of my league. Sigh. Pine.

Here's a photo. Lick, lick.

....... blogger

I've deliberately left that first bit blank so you can fill in your own name. I was thinking of missing? AWOL? Forgotten? Neglectful? Anyway, I know I have been all those things so I apologise blogland peeps. Time is a-flying by. At an astonishing rate. I don't even want to think that next week it's only 4 weeks until Christmas. Particularly as I haven't even started my shopping. And I'm hosting a shindig on 21st December that I haven't even thought about getting organised for. Ooops. As usual, perhaps the best moniker for me would be: Disorganised Dizz.

How to explain my absence? Hmmm well I've been poorly. Again. Yep the evil libraryland is spreading its germs wide and there are a lot of us being struck down. First up was the cold that must have come from the devil himself cos it was EVIL. Seriously. I lost my voice and everything. Then I was left with a cough that would not go away, cough cough cough. Just when I was still fighting that one, I started feeling all queasy and achey and ended up being struck down with some head-achey, ear-achey, general-achey virus. Nasty. So not impressed with the libraryland. I blame the overheating. Normally at this time of year we're freezing our asses off but this year, someone decided it was a good idea to heat the building properly. But instead of properly they've gone for overkill...and may kill off their staff in the process. It's freezing outside so you have to layer up big. But inside you're walking round in a vest top. Crazeeee place.

I've been trying to think of how I would get back into blogland and as usual I came up with a type of list. And here it is.

Things I've gained:
1. Bigger hair
2. Purple streaks in bigger hair
3. My shopping mojo. It finally returned after a loooong absence. I kind of wish it hadn't had to return in H&M where I ended up buying 6 tops and a dress but hey, I'm just glad it's back. That was very worrying for a while there.
4. Another pair of fake Uggs. I know. I fall over in the wet. But they're sooo cosy. And they keep your feet warm. And are kind of like wearing big slippers. Who can argue with that?
5. A "bloke-friend" (I thought if I just sneak that in there then no-one will ask questions...)
6. A kitchen floor. Finally. No more concrete. Wow!
7. A new university family baby. Welcome to the world Baby C. He's utterly gorgeous and I can't wait to meet him in January.

Things I've lost:
1. Sense of time. Seriously. Where did it go? It's like the super speedy Daphne in Heroes, whooosh, s'gone!
2. I was going to talk about my lost shopping mojo but that ended up being gained, yay!
3. I'm on the way to losing my handbag. It's got a hole in the seam and stuff is going to start falling through. Let's hope the new found mojo includes shopping.
3. Seemingly the ability to count...methinks this one should be number 4...

Odd things:
The travelling on the number 36 bus has, as ever, thrown up some extremely odd things, highlights have certainly been:
1. A silver spoon. Just laid on the floor under the seat. All on its own. Not in a pack. How? Why? What?
2. A girl getting on the bus in, let's face it, increasingly chilly temperatures, wearing a tee-shirt, 3/4 jeans, and a pair of gladiator sandals. Erm hello? What is the confusion here? The season is now WINTER. This means boots, coats, hats, gloves, scarf. Get a grip girlie.
3. A fight. Yep. Some horrible man called my bus driver the c-word the other day. The bus driver was not going to take this lying down. He turned off the engine. Got out. And faced up to said horrible man. Mucho arguing later horrible man backed down. Perhaps it was the sardine-like packed bus with all those witnesses that put him off taking his stupid argument any further.

However, other odd sightings have included a man cycling past me. Now I know this doesn't seem all that odd. But when he's on a uni-cycle that is as high as a bus. That's kind of odd. Yes? Oh and the GIANT man at work. He's huge! Must be at least 7 foot tall. Seriously. GIANT! Bet he has bother finding trousers that fit.

Which brings me right up to date. I'll try to be better, I promise. I will be a GOOD blogger.

For now though, the kettle beckons me saying "make tea Dizz, make tea"
Later my blogland alligators xx

Shuuuuuuuz!

I've found the perfect shoes for me! Look!



I'm joking, they would cripple me. And they're 75 quid.

Halloween

The shroud was a big success! Dizz looked gorgeous as the Bride of Frankenstein...



Tizz was super-scary as a homicidal doll...



Here's Dizz stabbing Tizz, with Wavey lurking in the background...



Er, I didn't seem to get any photos of myself though. Shame.