Poor old Holly Hamster barely gets a look in these days, what with PSPs and Sky television.

What is the sensible thing to do when you have a pet that nobody (except you) looks after?

Volunteer to house another one of course!! In my possession I have Jerry (ex-friend of Tom) a tiny wee Russian Hamster that I have saved from certain death from Tom (aka another wee cute Russian hamster). Supposedly they nearly fought to the death two nights ago.....so there you go.

Two lots of hamster shite to clear up.

And on a different tangent, why does everyone find it exceedingly funny that I had a kitchen sink delivered to work? The things you buy on Ebay, huh?

If I wasn't enough of a geeky, nerdy type of person, I have now obtained new heights (or depths depending on how you look at these type of things). I am now officially a *Geonerd*.

Someone, (who must be on a different planet nerdwise) created a website that has divided the whole of the UK into km squares and has asked for people to photograph something geographical in each location. If you are the first person to post a photograph for a square you collect a Geograph point (however there are rules that you need to abide by to get a point!).

The site is a year old and they have got 25% coverage already which I think is pretty good. Obviously some areas such as towns have been quickly filled but around here there are large expanses waiting to be photographed.

I think one of the aims is to get out and about and see different places, well that is how I see it anyway. What I do not understand is squares where individuals have photographed a section of the road when clearly there is something far more interesting to photograph in that square. I suspect there are sad people that are hooked on collecting the points (squarebaggers...sort of like Munro baggers) just for the sake of it. I think I would be embarressed to submit a photograph of I didn't think it was interesting (personal point of view I guess, maybe some people like tarmac) or reflective of the km square.

Anyway I am the owner of 5 Geograph points, which I am proud to say cost me a twisted ankle in a peatbog.

One interesting website for the boys and girls ...although I suspect for different reasons.

Sitting here...freezing my arse off.

The heating isn't working properly in our office, or the building is so decrepid that there are drafts all over the place. This is not OK when the temperature is below freezing!

I have on two T-shirts (ok , very summery and not very sensible), a shrug (I think that is what it is called and ok as its a cropped cardigan, it is quite short too), another cardigan, a fleece, a coat and a scarf.

I am perpetually cuddling a cup of hot coffee to keep my hands warm so that I can type.

The workmen have just been again. They say they can't find anything wrong and have told us to monitor the temperature for 5 days.

I will be a FECKIN' ICEBERG by then.

I can also confidently predict that this cold spell will last 4.75 days after which time we will have entered a glorious Spring. Death by freezing...not a nice way to go.

Actually there must be some law about how you can go home when the temperature drops to a certain level. Off to do some investigation.

Blimey...anyone else like me and forced to spend the day at home?

Just couldn't get out the front door....

Stole THIS from Kathleen.

So survived the party, actually it was pretty painless. The event was at a local farm park and fortunately the weather forecast was wrong as usual and the predicted heavy showers never materialised. Started the day with 20 x 5 year-olds and 20 went home, 2 and a half (not 4!!) hours, later. Not bad. huh?

Today I went bowling today and I did I whoop their arses or what?! OK, they are 5 and 7 but nevertheless take victory whilst you can. Jack can already beat me in a running race, but then he isn't encumbered by large breasts...err, nor am I actually.

So, apparently it is half term. I'm sure I went to school more often that the kids these days. Maternal instinct was oozing out of me today......not, especially after Megabowl had fleeced me of a small fortune and the cinema of whatever was left.

Fed up of looking after kids and stuff, want someone to look after me. Should you feel so inclined, I should just add that tomorrow you can forget the cards and chocolate...just send cash.

BTW...who the fuck got to my site by searching for 'hamster torture'?

The wee one is 5 tomorrow.

Having arranged 11 out of 11 childrens parties to date, I thought I would hand over the mantle to the childrens father. He happily (cough, cough) accepted the request/challenge and has organised Eddi's party.

There has only been a few hiccups so far, like incorrect phone numbers on the invitations and arranging a 4-hour party (FFS....who in their right mind wants 20 5-year olds for 2 hours let alone 4). I have to say I threw a bit of a hissy fit when I found out this little gem. Thoughts such as *should have just done in my fuckin' self* came to mind but I managed to stop myself voicing them out loud. Although I did throw a mop across the hall and storm out of the house, slamming the door.

Hate it when you forget your key and have to be let in minutes later cos yer arse is freezing.

I have always just invited the whole class to previous parties but Eddi was quite particular about who she wanted and especially who she DIDN'T want to be there. Unsurprisingly, despite a 50:50 ratio of girls and boys in her class, she has invited twice as many boys.

It's in the genes.

According to research in women only eight percent of vaccinations into the backside are working as our arses have got TOO big. Drugs aren't getting through the flab to reach the underlying muscle. Longer needles may be introduced.

Blimey!

Tail end of my cold has left me with a really husky voice. I think it sounds particularly sexy today and although you are never quite sure what you sound like, I have had this fact confirmed by a Rep that just visited.

So I am going to re-record my answer phone message today, then I will be perpetually sexy, aurally anyway!

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Roll on 2007. I have already taken a distinct dislike to 2006.

My head hurts. Basically I have had a cough for 11 days now. Not your common or garden cough, A REALLY BAD ONE!

I have been coughing so much that I have also had a headache for 11 days and I haven't been able to sleep...because I have been coughing. I sound like I smoke about 60 a day. I keep running out of breath cos I am coughing too much and have thrown up a couple of times too.

I have been sucking sweets, they help momentarily, although I did manage to fall asleep for a few minutes and woke up to find that I had lost the skin off the inside of my cheek.

I am just drinking cough medicine out of the bottle but it doesn't really work.

On top of that I seem to have no energy at all but being stupid I keep pushing myself to do things and then collapse for a couple of hours. AND I have gone off alcohol. The sky really has fallen in.

Then, another blow. I got up off the sofa and seem to have done something to my back. I wonder if coughing can put your back out? To the physio tomorrow.

I have realised I AM NOT GOOD at being sick. What must it be like to experience chronic pain? I can not imagine.

Anyway, the body is obviously giving up on me. Think I'll just curl up in a corner somewhere (sadly that probably has something more to do with the fact that celebrity Big Brother has finished).

Could somebody maybe wake me up, late December?

Oh well, better late than never.

Ha...the problem of a blog. It's all down there in black and white. So reviewing last years NY resolutions doesn't make great reading.

• Dejunking was the major mission.

Didn't happen. House now full of even more plastic pink junk.

• Work...to do some

Hmmm...moving on swiftly.

• Fitness...half marathon?

Nope....and haven't even seen the gym for about 2 months. Will be dragging myself around a half marathon in March (oh yes you will be girl).

• To stop going round in circles, straight lines are good (even wavy ones will do!)

Hahahahahaah

• Restart musical career that stopped over 30 years ago when piano teacher died.
  

Nope...did have a go with a didgeridoo, does that count?

• No more speeding fines..pleeeease.

GO GIRL.....yeah, see those resolutions weren't a complete waste of time!!


Needless to say, will not be making any this year.

As promised, to celebrate one year in Blogsville I have carefully prepared some words of wisdom:

Yesterday I put a post on my blog....and then had the really good idea about changing the picture. So I deleted the picture and tried to upload another one. The fucker would not upload, I was getting pissed off, the old deleted picture was the sum total of my post so I just gave up on it.

However.....(drum rolls)

Tomorrow is my anniversary in Spaces. I have lasted a whole bloody year. Fuck me backwards!!

So expect lots of wise words of wisdom tomorrow.

Got a call from a local visitor attraction that Jack had won the hand made quilt in their Christmas Raffle. I think he was quite chuffed but not to keen on them taking his photo for the local rag.

Anyway.....more importantly, I have sat him down and asked him to give me 6 numbers between 1 and 49. That should do the trick!

As I drove to work this morning there was a discussion on the radio regarding first records bought. Chris Moyles had a theory that if you asked someone and the first record they bought was really cool then they had to be lying.

As far as I can remember:

First single I bought:  Wombles Square Dance (by the Wombles)

First single bought for me:  Dancing Queen (by Abba...damn, how cool would that have been I it was my first purchase - thank you Mark William, first boyfriend, age 10)

First album I bought: Grease or The Kick Inside (by Kate Bush). Can't quite remember, think it was Grease.

First Concert:  Gawd...can't remember either, but think it was Dire Staits at the Hammersmith Apollo.

You can see that I had to throw in first album and first single bought for me in an attempt to retain some street cred..so maybe the theory holds true!!

I'm living in the wrong country I think. Don't get me wrong, Scotland is absolutely beautiful and in reality I wouldn't want to live anywhere else but .....and you could guess there was a but coming......I hate the winter months. I hate driving home in the dark every night. Having said that, I drove home last night in a strange mood. If is wasn't illegal and highly dangerous I think I would really love driving out of my box as fast as I could, music playing as loud as possible. Anyway I digress...

I can deal with the cold. You just wear more clothes (or could do if you wanted) and whack up the heating. It's more the psychological affect it has on me. I just want to curl up in a ball under a duvet and drink red wine. That sort of goes hand-in-hand with watching shite on the television.

For the rest of the year I am out there, training for some race or other, keeping fit, walking around the countryside. Now I am doing sweet FA. Haven't been out running for months, haven't been to the gym for weeks. Haven't been blogging, haven't been doing anything. Can't even be bothered to eat and I even went to bed before the kids last night.

Maybe if I lived somewhere else in the world I wouldn't waste, what is effectively a quarter of every year, under a duvet

What's the answer... move, UV light, therapy or something else? Answers on a postcard please.


Ha..too funny. In between posting this and spell checking it (don't ask me why, I always post first and then spell check?!) I received an email offering me a wine tasting course for Christmas.

Divine intervention?