Whoops I did it again....!

Well in typical Michelle time honoured fashion, the clumsy curse has struck once again!

Yes - I still appear to be plagued by the 7 years bad luck associated with breaking mirrors! I only hope that I survive it, or at least with most my limbs intact!

So, last night, en route out of the kitchen with a glass of water, my right knee (never the same since my ice skating incident) decides to take a wee break, but not give the rest of my body advance notice!

This leads to Michelle hitting the deck like a sack of spuds, and if that was not enough, on the way down my head made contact with the breakfast bar.

Ouch!

***Newsflash***

Hullo -

Wow -what a hectic few months it has been! I has not realised it was so long since I last blogged! To those who are cheering that I am back I hug and kiss you, for those who now have frowny faces, I stick my tongue out at you!

Well, what have I been up to you may ask?

I am finally (Well as my defunct body will ever let me be!), back at work, on the way to being as normal as I ever am!!

As briefly mentioned in the previous update, I have a new job, same company but new department, looking forward to the challenges and meeting of the new people.

I have also been hard at work with my alter ego, Milliebeanz, making loops and having a great time working with some of the best names in the VJ business - Blend Visuals.

On the creative side, I recently took part in The Knowledge at The Core at Corby Cube and seveal Lyric Lounges. I promise more bloggage to come on these events!

And finally...

It is a year to the day that I met my special someone, who has changed my life for the better, to you I say thank you.

M x

Guess What I've Done? ....again!

Hey!

I am pretty sure that the 7 years bad luck thing is coming true! Either that or I really the most clumsy person on the planet! Or forbid... BOTH?


April has been the most busiest of months... although I do feel guilty that my new employer has hardly seen me! Or maybe that's a blessing in disguise? lol

I managed to contract a really nasy kidney / bladder infection! The first set of antibiotics failed to do anything...so several days after the initial visit to the GP I woke up in the middle of the night in absolute agony!

Firstly, I tried to get back to sleep, and snuggled closer to Mancat.. nope, didn't work.

Secondly, I took some Nuofen (I know, I know..) went downstairs for a bit to see if worked. Nope.

Thirdly, tried to wake said Mancat, nope.

Fourthly, the cats tried to wake Mancat, nope.




Fifthly, borrowed Mancat's iphone, searched symptons on NHS Direct, as by this time I was pretty sure I was dying, or at least well on the way! The advice was to go the A&E dept. B*gger!

Sixthly, decided that as I was due to go for a blood test in a few hours, would go downstairs, curl up in front of the fire and try and sit it out.

Seventhly, fell down the stairs!



DOH!

In my defence, I was not intending to fall down the stairs, I was already in enough pain. On the plus side, it awoke the Mancat from hibernation!



Having snuck downstairs in the most quietest of manners I realised I was cold. So, I went back upstairs to get the spare duvet. The TV remote must have been lost in the folds, as I heard something fall.

At no point did it occur to me to turn the hall lights one. As they would not have woken the other occupants up!

Snuggled down in the duvet, in front of the fire, I try to turn the TV on to catch up on saved programmes, this is when the TV decides that it is going to stop working!

Damn.

Once again I sneak upstairs to retrieve my book. On the way down the stairs I slip on.. yep.. you guessed it! The missing remote control!!! Ouch!

Mancat wakes up, and the conversation goes along the lines of...

MANCAT : That you Babe?
ME: Yep
MANCAT: You ok?
ME: Err.. Yeah!
MANCAT: What you done?
ME: Stairs!
MANCAT: For F*cks sake!

The upshot is that I get took to the local A&E, try to explain why I am there, as well as that they should ignore the rapidly blossoming bruises! Well after a week of morphine (Which I miss - lol), hospital food and kindles I am back home. The infection seems to have all but gone, waiting to find out if my spleen has returned to normal size...


Oh & Adhesions! Which were the cause of the pain in the first instance! The irony is that removing them, can lead to more!

& On that bombshell while I workout what to do.. here is some more info on this silent but very common, not quite understood problem!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adhesion_(medicine)

**By the way - due to the amount of opiates I am currently on (Pretty sure I rattle) - -I am not responsible for any bad spellings, grammer, gramma or suchlike!

70 Days and Counting

My name is Millie and I'm a driver-holic. Its been 70 days since I was last behind the wheel of a car.

At this point I feel I should be having lots of hugs...



... and lots of hearty pats on the back with several 'Well Done's'.



The next step I believe is to apologise to those that I have:
- Cut up
- Undertook
- Honked at
- Swore at
- Made gestures at




However as I am such the good driver I am, then I believe wholeheartedly that each and every gesture, and manoeuvre was fully justified - besides they was in my way!

So at this point am I still in the denial phase?

Basically - And a warning here of a very bad pun - which is not intended!

Basically its driving me mad! Stark raving!

Hopefully though in the next week I shall get the all clear from the medical peeps, as I have already decided I am fixed! I mean a slight limp can be sexy? Non? <-- adopt slight french accent for the 'non'!

Just need to buy a wee motor... Think my chances are good for an Aston Martin for under £500? (not a matchbox one!!!)



M x

Opps I Did it Again!

Nope - not a badly sung Britney song,, although that has happened recently!

What I am referring to is I have managed, yet again to break myself! And in slightly more style than usual & totally my own fault!

In my defence there are numerous factors involved:

1) It was Icy
2) I was wearing heels - very nice heels I may add!
3) I am me - see previous posts re- accident pronement and the 'mirror' incident!
4) I may have had a drink or 2!

These combined led to an excellent display of Millie face diving into some concrete. I am sure that I would have been awarded full marks if there had been any judges - (Can you get judges? Or is there even an event?)

I also managed to find the only puddle in Leicester that had not turned to ice - thus leaving me shivering - at this point I had somehow managed to lose my jacket!

So, there I am, lying there, freezing cold, in a puddle, in the middle of the road, feeling my cheeks reddening. And, I hear a noise - not the noise of someone coming to help me up! Nope the sounds, were of applause!

Anyway the outcome of this event was torn cartilage in my knee! Whoops!

Merry New Year!

Ola!

Merry New Christmas, happy festive year & all that jazz!

I'm back & nearly in one piece (More to come on that later!)

Today I was thinking back on the world of Bloggdom, I even got as far as congratulating myself for completing almost one post a month, in fact some months more and only missed one month!

Looked at the date and thought that if I was going to keep the momentum up then today seemed as good as time as any. In fact so, so much has gone on that I could once again write the uber blog!

However, as the eagle eye'd amongst you, and well even those who aren't, I completely failed to blog at all during December! There is also no good excuse at all for this as I spent a good few weeks laid up in bed with nothing to do!

The reason why deserves a whole post all to it's self. I would not want to deprive you of the awesomeness of the story! Or save me the embarrassment.

Suffice to say, I shall once again attempt this year to keep it up! Blogging that is!

Mills x

Meh! Bleugh! Pah!

& I might as well add a gah!

So, here it is - November - aka NANOWRIMO - National Novel Writing Month!

Basically try and write a 50,000 word novel with pure literary abandon in 30 days. Simples or so it would seem - thats only approx 1,700 words a day -in fact I have written more in a blog! (I believe - I have not gone back to check any!)

Now normally I can write something, in fact there are several half started efforts and this year I was all geared up ready for Nano - had plot and everything worked out...

BUT

It seems that creativity does not come at will - that when you want it to turn up, it appears to abandon you - like sleep!

The first few seconds of Nano were brilliant - Odd Bob & I at the very stroke of Midnight on the 1st of November, picked up our respective laptops, settled down into a comfy position and said to hell with sleep - we will type till our batteries die out! (We even declined to remove our Halloween Costumes - some say that I am still wearing mine - hah!)

We typed and I managed a respectable 1,700 words... and that is where it ended :(

& I have to add that there are lots of books written in the first person!!! <-- you know who you are who that is aimed at!

Is it possible to write a book about writing a book?

I actually thought that updating this might help spark some creativity and get back but for some reason its not working - similar to the lack of sleep which is the other option I would quite like -

& there are lots of books waiting to be read, films to watch & new softwares to play with!

One final pah is aimed at part-man-part-cat who seems to be able to curl up & sleep at a moments notice!

Meh! On that note going to start recruiting shepherds to look after the many sheep I am acquiring!

On a huge positive - I had an awesome Sat night! Whoo whoo!

Millie

PS - I am not counting the number of words here either! :p

6 years, 11 months, 1 week, 6 days and some!

Could add x hours, y minutes and z seconds - but my brain has failed me - besides which would have changed!

That is the time left - if superstitious -until I am free of the curse - of the 7 years bad luck.

As you may or may not know - I recently broke a mirror -AND being me -was broken with style, in fact if there had of been judges, I am sure I would have been awarded full marks.

That in itsself was bad luck enough - add the fact I needed A&E, X-rays & stitches (Which nearly stayed in!!!) makes me think I should have had my quota!

It seems not!

I am not overly superstitious, I avoid ladders as that just makes sense, and I have my magpie, howdedoody, saluting just because but I did not sign up to the 7 year bad luck thingy.

No siree!

However, it seems that something is amiss. There are way too many bumps and scrapes to put down to my usual clumsyness, and I also seem to be seeing more magpies and single ones at that!

On the plus side - I seem to be providing merriment to those around me!

In the last few weeks since the 'Mirror' I have...

 - Developed a chest infection

 - Bumped my head on the desk (twice)

 - Tripped up

 - Sliced finger

 - Nipped by a dog

 - Slipped x 5

 - Chipped a tooth

 - Stood on a nail

 - Ran over my little toe

 - Bumped ankle bone on table (!)

 - Burned my ear

- Ingested hair dye

& developed lots of random bruising! & pretty sure many other things...

Help! Does anyone have any idea how to undo this? (Have already tried the dancing naked in the moonlight) 

Millie x

Woe is Millie!

To my loyal followers - (Well the 6 of you!) I promised blogs and blogs you shall get....

However - normal service will resume shortly - I want to take this oppotunity for a lil bit of self indulgence.  I am think I am due some - AND is pretty sure that I have not said anywhere else that I will refrain from it - (Which is not an excuse for peeps to find said quote and send back to me!) Also it's my blog and no-one is forcing you to read it - unless it has finally been licensed to help bad people repent.

Also for a little change I will apologise in advance for the spelling - (Not that it is usually any better but.. tis a special occasion of selfness!) I could offer all sorts of excuses like I am tired, ill etc but I won't! (BTW I am tired & ill :( )

As I alluded to in the previous blog my life has somewhat been turned upon its head, and I am a calamity magnet and somewhat clumsy. No I hear you shreik - yes I sadly concur.

I did not want to blog about how absolutley shite life actually is (even tho I just did) as I am constantly being asked / consoled etc but it does lead to a point I am trying to make which ties into the post! Well I hope it does and this is not some codeine induced drivel.

So to finally begin the blog -  (Faint of heart please stop reading now - (if any is still reading!))

Millie's Mildly Amusing Day!

Old wives tales / Self help guides etc - there are many, many of them out there, advising you on everything from warts to war. Full of advice on what to do, what to expect and every bit of advice contradicts another piece of advice. In my new status as recently single, I have heard plenty, from burn everything, to midnight rituals, to read, to bathe, to cast a spells and even one on want me to sort it! (In a menacing deep mafia cockney voice). I have smiled, accepted said advice with a wise nod, some thanks and a hug.

The best piece that I heard was - 'It takes  the time of the relationship plus half again to get over it.' 

OK

So - basically I have to wait, 9 years + 4.5 years before I will be over / normal / free to move on etc. Which using my amazing maths skills will make me 41 and a half! 41 and a half - then what? Will I wake up day exactly 13 and a half years later and think - Aha- I am cured!!!!

I thinks not - However on a slight side note the joys of photoshop & digital photos means I can rip up photos numerous times! MMMMmmm Joy!

Moving On...

The last few weeks have been a tad up and downy for Millie and she may have been on a lil bit of a self destruct path - (Which could also explain the 'illness & tiredness')

TODAY however & it deserves to be in capitals - TODAY was seized - was designated the DAY to get things sorted - to tidy up (at least the downstairs) to see old friends & catch back up with LIFE. That was the intention. It was about time & besides had ran out of clean underwear... & floor space in the bedroom (!) TODAY was TODAY.

I got off to a good start - woked up nice & early (having decided that starting at 3 in the morning is a bad way to start!) Kicked the moggies out... polished the kitchen to within an inch of its life - cats doing impressions of Bambi all over the place. Choked myself in the process with too much vigour on the Cillit Bang.

Next moved onto the living room / dining room. Moved the mess from there to the bedroom (small steps people, small steps..)

Picked the bin up - bag split - fetched the hoover - broke into thousands of pieces in my hands! (I might be exagerating!) <-- Deffo a spelling error.

Gave up & went to see me Nan.

After a day of visiting friends - came home - forgot about rubbish bag just inside the front door and tripped over it.  Shoes off, went upstairs - forgot about the newly poslished bathroom floor - slid, skated and slipped around the bathroom. I never thought I could do the splits again.

Looked out the window at the pouring rain and decied that was not going to venture out to bring the washing in - I did not see the point & it was dark and I am me....

Finally decided a quick tidy up of the bedroom was needed - took some cups downstairs and a bottle of something fruity smoothie that had been pilfered from a meeting some place. It was a pretty bottle. Popped the seal on the bottle to wash it out, and it expoded!

So I was standing in my less than ten seconds ago immaculalty clean kitchen, that now resembled a canteen after a food fight. Out of date congealed smoothy all over me, my new jumper, a cat or two, the window, the cupboards.. I am amazed at the distance travelled. AND the smell!!!

After spending the next twenty minutes while wiping up contemplating how evil I must have been in a past life - I gave up & went to b ed!

For those who are still with me, thx and g'nite x

A Flying Visit!

I am aware it has been a while since I have been surfing the digital waves, and I can promise there has been good reason...

So as so, so, so much has happened in the last few weeks, I will do a quick round robin of updates and will promise to expand upon each event in far more detail! Just to get ya'all interested!

& it means that I might hit my target of a September blog!

Where to begin?

1) - end of Aug Mrs Millie became Miss Millie - & to quote Forrest Gump - "That's all I gotta say 'bout that!"

2) - Random, last minute, unplanned meeting of one of the MisterRo's & OddBob

3) - Camping @ Silverstone for the Renault Dooby wah - with Oddbob, a cousin, a bro, a sis n law, & 2 bro's mates! -Lots of fun, Pimms & meeting new and slightly weird people!

4) - Slight calamity of tripping over own feet and ending up in a glass mirrored door in the garden - (where else do you keep you mirrors????)

5)- Most hectic sleep deprived week of work in my life!

6) - Again a last minute & very unexpected night out - as a VJ assistant!!!

So there you go - am off to hunt some food & will post longer updates in the near future!

& No excuse for some OddBob random hottie... but Merlin is back on & if you read OddBobs blog.. you will know we saw Emilia Fox, so... I think...besides the Beeb is doing a marvellous job of having him topless most the time any way...

Millie xx

Tick Tock

I thought I would slip a new post in.. as I realise that August is disappearing rapidly and am at least trying to post once a month, once a week / day ambitions have vanished along with July, June, May, and have also vanished.

With a start I realise we are now past the half way mark and that very soon Christmas will be upon us. In fact My Mother (Dearest) has recently been heard to remark on said occasion and what peoples plans are (!)

It hardly seems like 5 minutes ago I was making resolutions, all of which I have of course kept (hem hem) especially the one about giving up on giving up! And looking forward to the year a head. I am also pretty sure that time moves faster the older I get (of course right now I feel about a hundred on saying that and shall immeadiatly go and dye my hair grey!) and find that trying to fit everything in is, well impossible - especially as I cannot freeze time and do not have a TARDIS or time machine. 

To date I am not a published author - but have written 12 chapters, aquired a 14 year old critic, a number one fan (Nan) and a number two fan (Odd Bob) -so getting there - besides there is also NaNoWriMo

I have also not taken over the world with spoons, or any sort of implement - I also think this may not happen and may not be a bad thing to give up on. (NB Can be any world, in any galaxy)

I have still not invented a time machine due to err lack of time...

Nor grown a foot taller!

But on the plus side I have improved upon my photography skills to the extent that I now have peeps asking me, yup lil Millie Me, to take their photo!

Time does seem to be slipping through fingers like grains of sand and I have concluded that the best way to make the most of it is just to be. Enjoy it, fill it with fun, chillax (How down am I) and don't set yourself the impossible (Like a time machine!)

Inner Rock God!

Its something that I have long beleived - we each inside of us have an inner rock god - buried very deeply that can only emerge after several glasses of wine.

The evening passed mainly without incident, however the drummer was a tad too enthusiastic and got a teeny tiny blister - lets hope that it is not a career ending injury!

I think I was channelling Slash - I just hope no-one tells him!

Don't ask Millie!

It happened again!

One of my worst nightmares is looking after someone elses beloved pets whilst they are away, and popping into find they have deceased.

Well..

It happened again! Well, I say again, the last 2 times, the pets died within a week of my care so not sure how much blame I can take.. and in my defence they were old.

But not this time....

Sunday eve, I call round to feed the cat, bunny & fish. And no, I did not feed the bunny to the cat, nor did the cat get fed the fish!

I walk towards the hutch, bunny all fine and dandy, go to feed bunny, spend next hour trying to capture bunny. At the same time giving good thought to letting the cat help me catch the bunny.

Capture bunny finally, pop back in cage, move on to cat. Let him in the front door as the cat flap not good enough for him. I am on a roll.

Go the the fish tank...

Doh!

5 little bodies floating on the surface or bright green water. Close eyes, count to ten, caustiously re-open eyes  Gah! still the same. Not only that, but the 5 survivers are quite happliy munching on their dead relatives.

Minor panic sets in.

Phone Odd Bob to ascertain if 'Triops' have special water, which of course they do. (This being Sunday eve I doubted my chances of aquiring any!) I seach in vain.. no joy.. there was only one thing for it. Phone the parents.

After a brief call, advised to leave the water, use a syringe to remove the dead ones and carry on as normal. I feel much better after this as it turns out this is the second set of 'Triops' and the first set were cooked after being left to close to radiator!

Its a good job I am not squeamish!

Holiday Hell!!

As you may or may not be aware - Millie & Mr Millie (hubby) had booked a weeks holiday in the sun...A wee small break to relax & un-wind - even if it would be hot & sandy!

Packing for holiday... that was the easy part! When I finally got round to it - it also appears my Doc Marten sandels weigh at least 5 kg - seriously so they ended up in Hubby's case!

Bright & early Tuesday morn, we are picked up for our short drive to East Mids airport. Passports, tickets etc all in hand. English weather looking miserable... so all good...

...Err..Nope!

We arrive at airport - still in some amount of cheer - go to look at the big screens to find out where to check in... appears that the gates have just closed for the flight!

I gets that sinking feeling in pit of stomach! Look at tickets... Flight time definatley in the future. Stroll nervously up to the desk, to have it confirmed that 'yes' that was our flight, and 'yes' the gates are closed and 'no' there are no more flights from East Mids.


OH F*CK!!!


Straight on to phone to tickets people, who say the flights were changed and need to take it up with travel agency - KISS flights.. Very Helpful not!!!

Straight on phone to travel agency... they confirm that the flights had been changed and apologise for the mistake. I say thank you very much now whats the next steps? 'Please hold while I speak to my manager!'.

At this point Hubby is about to explode as he left his Ciggies & Lighter at home, none for sale at airport and getting grumpier by the second!

I am googling UK flights like crazy looking for an alternative... I find one that is a possible... only it is from Manchester, and we have no car!

Anyway... after must discussion with travel agency (must say the customer service was brill - they are reimbursing any costs we incurr and keep us in the loop regarding flights, transfers etc), they book us on the flight, change the return flight to Manchester as thats were car would be as taxi option was £150!! We make to check in with a mere ten mins to spare - and celebrate with a nice chilled glass of vino!

The flight itself was entertaining - not sure if the Captain was a stand up comedian on the side but was certainly value for money -

"We will be cranking the old bird flat out at 37,000 feet - just don't tell Stelios!"

We managed to break the speed barrier and arrive 45 mins early, just in time to check in and make it to our friends bar...

And then we all lived happily ever after!

Errr nope!

I am not including the Hubby with the sunburn (he shoulda listened) or the one day of rain or even the fact that feeding time seemed to resemble slops / prison food or holiday camp from hell... I am referring to going home!

(The in-between time was full of sun, cocktails, raki, sun, catching up with friends, sun and sunbathing! Bliss!)

The final day arrives.. with a wake up call at 4, yes 4 in the morning to tell us our bus is here - thats nice of them - considering that they are 16 hours early! And again at 5 to tell us they can't wait any longer - after several phonecalls (Not got the bill yet) we all agree that they will try again later the day at 8 in the evening. The rest of the day goes reasonably well - kicked out the room at 12 and given a scandalas price to book the shower room for a few hours!!!

8 o'clock comes, no bus, 8:30, still no bus, check - in opens at 9 and at least 30 mins drive, we call the transfer people who assure us the bus is 5 mins away. 9 o'clock arrives no bus, irate hubby starting the grumpy walk. Back on the phone, the bus forgot us! Taxi on way - and can hear wee woman in the background giving someone, presumably bus driver hell. I no speaky Greek but I got the jist!

Again we arrive at the airport with seconds to spare, check in (ask hubby if he wants one last smoke.. told its ok, will get on after gone through security!) and visit duty free. Stock up on ciggies (for hubby), vodka (for me), Metaxa (for Mum) and sweeties (for the office) go to the departures lounge to discover the smoking zone has gone!

We board the flight - aware that we land at 2 in the morn, 2 hour drive and have to be at work for 8! (No time to book additonal annual leave :( ) Have a great flight, quiet drive home and all live happily ever after!

Err

Not quite!

We arrive home, the great british sun just peaking in the sky - I was hoping for an enthusiastic welcome from my cats! I got a curious look from one as if to say 'Ah - your back then!', one went straight to the food bowl and one jumped on the suitcase. We are greeted with every plug in the house being un-plugged. We just put it down to my Mothers madness and head to bed- knowing full well I have a huge project meeting (I am the Project Manager) in little over 3 hours! Don't quite take in the water stains pooling in front of the Freezer!

A full, day at work as the early morning meeting got postponed to last thing in the afternoon - so I couldn't sneak off early. Get back home to realise that with no power to the Sky box - means nothing recorded! Phone Mother to thank for cat sitting, and make random joke, on saving the standby power...

'Oh by the way'
'Yes Mother'
'The electrics should be all sorted now'

'WHAT!!!!!!'

Turns out, on the day we left, some cables underground burnt out, plunging our house and street light into darkness, we are lucky or un-lucky enough to have no neighbours either side, so for the first day, was put down to a power cut! Day two and Mum phones the 'lectric board who come to investigate and confirm there is no power!

To cut a long story short (and this has been very long) we were without power for four days, and the contents of the freezer... well the pool of water! It is very depressing to have to throw out 4 tubs of Ben & Jerries and all my BBQ food!

PS - As I write this, what little tan I had... seems to have vanished - to the extent that people no longer believe I went away!

We're all going on a summer holiday...!

Yikes!

In less than 14 hours, I shall be in a taxi on the way to the airport!

That is not the cause of the 'Yikes', the 'Yikes' is caused by the fact that we have yet to pack! When I say we, I mean me as Hubby does not pack....

Well I say does not pack, he waits till I have packed, then opens, rummages and ruminates. Followed by removes, re-chooses and repacks!

So far I have managed to print the tickets off AND locate the passport. I have put the camera battery on to charge, and inserted the memory card in lappy to be saved and wiped. (Which probably means that I leave the battery and memory card at home!)

All I-pods loaded, charged, cats located, plants watered & instructions to Mother on their safe up-keep! (Cats & plants not Ipods)

I also need to locate where I hid the euros I obtained on the weekend - methinks might come in useful. As well as the sun cream and other odds - (Peashooters in case of Zombie attacks)

I have also decided to be rather prudent with packing - no hair straightners, 3 pairs of shoes and only a small proportion of the make up I own - this is mainly due to the weight of the case as well as the fact that most of it, returns home, un-used.

So.. all looking good - but is now a good time to point out my utter dislike for sand, and heat... especially as it is a beach holiday in Greece!

See you in a week!

xx

PS has to sneak in a random fittie for Odd Bob!

Don't Pot The Black!!!!

I recently had a spur of the moment night out with Odd Bob! We decided that a fright night and eating at our faveourite restuarant. (We are trying to eat at every branch - Oh and try and find one with raspberries!!)

So, duly packed up, headed down the M1 located cinema, restuarant and eventually Odd Bob!

'Where are you?'
'At the train station!'
'Where, so are we?'
'Which station'
etc etc

We eat, try everybody elses's munchies, have a few cocktails and head to the cinema for the 900th remake or 'Nightmare on Elm Street'. We get there slightly earlier, and decide to visit the bowling lane next door, un-fortunatley all lanes are full - but we find a pool table...!

Now for the fun!

Odd Bob & I team up to play Hubby, we quickly agree on (make up) the rules, and proceed to play 'chase the balls round the table'.

After an hour, Bob & I have pretty much scared the balls in to submission, and we start the next game. The tension mounts, I break, there is a lot of balls congregating around the hole, which I think we have a good chance of potting.

Odd Bob looks at me, and offers one piece of advice - 'Whatever you do - don't pot the black!'.

Well, you can imagine what happened next, I did not become the pool shark magnificent that the shot in my mind was - yup, I potted the black!

What I did not expect was the reaction of Odd Bob!


You would have thought that I had killed her snails! So after the hysterics where over, and I stood well back, we started another game. We were doing well, we were down to the last few, Bob had the cue, Hubby was well and truly snookered. It was looking good! We had 2 balls left to pot, the black was no where in site!

Odd Bob potted the black!

THE Exciting News!

You may or may not have heard.....but!

I have some exciting news!

Whoo!

This exciting news relates to a blog I posted earlier which you may or may not have read - (Too Much Work Makes Millie A Dull Girl)! Well- it seems the powers that be have seen my plight..(and quite possibly heard / witnessed) and have decided that something needs to be done!

Of course the answer was to give Millie more work! Then pick the shocked girl up, dusted her down, provided her with caffine & chocolate and then give the good news!

I get a FTE / Minion / Pleb / Data Monkey!

Apparently I have been doing such a good job on my current project managing role that I am getting more of teh same and a person to help me!

I am now a people manager of one people! Whoo whoo! This does fill me with the most excitedness of excitement as I did not have any aspiration towards people management due to my direct and oft foot in mouth approach, in fact the response from my ever lovin hubby was 'Gawd 'elp 'em!' yup so bad that he became yokel!

The fun part now is the Job Description & thinking of things my person can do! (Work is a must - OBVIOUSLY) but...

Must speak Klingon
Lightsabre as special skills?
Abilty to fly?
Must have read all the Harry Potter books - there will be a test?

Any further suggestions?

On a not so fun note this means:

More admin :(
More HR policy type things to learn and do (ZzzzZzzz)
More responsibility (!)
Acting more serious and growned up!
Less Zombies!

Whoops A Daisy!

I actually had something really, really exciting to share with ya'll... I mean really exciting and I will, I promise get round to sharing with you. I want the anticipation to be sublime!

Anyhoo -

To the title of this blog!

As you may, or may not know I am slightly, (okay - very) accident prone. I demonstrated my complete lack of motor skills again last night.

Who would have thought that taking the washing in off the line was such an extreme sport?

Nah? Me neither!

However, I managed to end up skating across the concrete on a pebble that came from no-where and ending up in a not so graceful mess face down, with knees skinned, hands grazed and covered in mud / grass and general composy heap debris!

As I lay there, contemplating the chances that someone (a nosey neighbour or such like) may have seen this display, of a grown (sober) woman going ass over tit, and the chances of Hubby coming out to pick me up, but definitly sure that things could not get any worse!!!

Or could they?

Yes, yes they could, my cats decide that they will go from being spectators to participants and walk up and down my back! Loving little creatures! They did purr as if that made any difference!

So today, I feel like a five year old again with skinned knees and covered in bruises - gonna look great in a bikini on the beach next week!

Oh - and exciting news to follow...

A Wee Suprise

Its always nice how the small things in life can make one smile -

Like a cute scene in a field yuo pass on the way to work, or finding hidden amongst the receipts a stray £10!

Today, it was the simple joy of 7 Chicken McNuggets in my box of six.

Having decided to go swimming on a health kick...(I know Maccy D's and health do not go! - In my defence I had the salad rather then the fries!)

So, leaving the changing room's C asks her young boy (9) what shall we have for tea - YB (Young Boy) suggests Chinese - (Yumm) However the look of pain that shot across C's face - we are both on a health kick! So the middle ground was reached with McDonalds - after I pointed out they do, do salads!

After the drive home (starting to feel sore), driving through the drive thru (Convinced I just swam the channel), dropping people off (thinking may not have the energy to leave the car - Ever), I stagger / stumble in - gasping for the chair, make it, excitedly open my box (Nope not £250,000, & no banker) to find 7 nuggets - I feel like I have got one over the great corporation!

Like I said the simple things..... :)

Sometimes....

Sometimes I think that I only open my mouth to change feet.

I am one of those people, who say what they think, but sometimes before they think it! I also tend to find that what sounds really good in my head, can come out and not sound quite as good - that is judging by the look of horror on the faces of the people around me.



I can call a spade a spade, then use the damn thing to dig myself a nice deep hole with it. And yet will still keep on digging!

I also tend to find in certain social situations that my mind goes totally blank, and that searching for the right platitude to utter can often leave me looking rather like a goldfish... and yet when that gem of genius arrives..yup I put my feet firmly in it -

For example...

Friend: "I found out I was expecting last week..."
Millie: "And you had just lost all that weight!"

Whoops - I think what I was looking for was...

Millie: "Congratulations!"

The 'Congratulations' came to me much later in the day, as do most of the correct retorts.

Perhaps I should just keep my mouth shut...Period!