Wednesday, 20 July 2011

Over Excitment

I'm writing this because I need to flush this excess energy out of my system and into something productive; otherwise I am in real danger of spontaneous combustion. It all started yesterday morning- a casual conversation led to a house viewing and subsequent second viewing (yes, in one day) and sleepless night and numerous trips to estate agents. I've gone from daydreaming about living in mansions I could never afford, to be very over eager about a shell of a building with a large garden. When did that happen?
 I like where I live, I like my house and feel very privileged to be here but now I have the prospect, (and to be realistic, a very slim prospect) of a new home and I just can't settle. My head is spinning with all the thoughts of decorating, gardening, bathroom shopping and a new location..I really don't think I can cope with all of this pressure.
 I better go busy myself in the key lime cheesecake that just happens to in the fridge in our small but comfortable kitchen (prospect home much more spacious) and rest my beating heart deep in my Open University work so I calm myself down. Trying to think of calming rivers, yoga and trees and the prospect huge garden with so much potential I could cry, not to mention the always dreamed of dinning room and sea views and log fire and.....BREATH!

Sunday, 17 July 2011

Passive Printing

Does anybody else have a short fuse when it comes to technology? I can sit for ten minutes untangling a necklace, I can endure repeat episodes of Peppa Pig for at least an hour (10 episodes) and I don't mind hearing my dad's 'When I was in Cyprus you could fry an egg on the pavement' story at least five times annually but the one thing I can't handle is technology.
 I'm not talking about all technology but the two electrical devices that is every office juniors nemesis..the printer and the photocopier. Seriously though, it can't be that hard surely? Switch it on, put the paper in, press 'PRINT'- Where's the problem? Well- somewhere between those seamless actions is my ability to completely balls it up. The printer eats six pieces of paper at once, smoothing it's words sporadically across each of the sheets; rendering them useless. Then a shrill beep is heard as I'm informed that ink has run out, there's also a nasty crumpling sound as the printer chokes on it's A4 meal, suddenly theres a beeping, crumpling, noisy and now flashing printer monster absorbing my last dregs of humanity as I realise the collated documents I began to print thirty minutes ago are trapped indefinatley in the beasts mouth. I have to start all over again.
 Perhaps it's me, I don't have a way with technology. My husband manages perfectly well with the same printer, even my thirteen month old could produce a back to back copy, but My patience (and often my dignity) as I loudly sob  over the machine in some final hope that my magic salty tears and cries will be heard by some God of the office, completely disappears and I hit the offending object with the nearest blunt object, seloptape roll, stapler, chair.
 Rant over. Excuse me I'm terribly busy throwing a Hp psc 1215 out of the window.

Friday, 15 July 2011

Where did T go?

I'm back on facebook. Darn you, you addictive piece of social networking you. Not only am I back on facebook, I'm also on Twitter and Google+. It would appear that I have come full circle and have now admitted defeat and become a buzzing bee of the social network.
 What brought this on? The launching, feet first into the self employed world of baby sign language. Me, yes me, the anti-child, has gone by mad. Not sufficed with spending 24/7 with my own two offspring I have decided to make a living out of it, and use my tuneful (if a little high pitched) set of lungs for the entertainment of children in Cleveland and North Yorkshire. I sometimes wake-up and wonder where my original self absorbed self has gone? The child-hating, beer drinking, party animal who would rather freeze outside Baja (A once hotspot of the Quayside in Newcastle) in a vest top than spend the weekend with her family.I have changed, that girl is gone. The beer is replaced by sugar free codial, the party animal for animal puppet gloves and the bouncers for bouncing babies. I'm all singing, all babies, all teaching, and all mummy and I can't wait to share it!