8 posts tagged “jamie”

Your cat is snoring louder than your fiance sleeping next to you?

I totally passed my dispensing exam ;). You have no idea how happy this makes me!!! Finally, I don't have to plan my life around work, looking after my mini family and revision. Work has been so stressful of late that I have started looking for another job! I feel that if you're not happy when you're doing something then change it, life is too short to be misrable. We all need to smile and hug more. Though tonight im not exactly smiling ... Its a long story.

I got on the phone to my Mum with my grumbles and she just laughed at me and told me not to diva strop. I can strop like no other, serious, I am a total bitch sometimes. If I don't like something I can be very vocal orrrrr, I even bring on the facial expressions. Looks of doom they are. Mainly funny and not as intimidating as i'd like them to be. I wish that I could take out the over sensitive part of my brain. People just have a habit of really pissing me off sometimes. Over the last 2 years I have gained a lot more sensitivity, paranoia and bad judgement. Often it can be the enviornment that you're in. And trust me folks, I am in a BAD environment at the minute. Work, home ... If some handsome stud out there wants me .. MAIL ME ;).

Ive moaned enough ...

Living in a house full of 'unstables' really doesn't help keep a sane attitude. I found my oldest kitty snoozing in a cupboard full of plastic bags, which she had been shut in for 4 hours. My youngest kitty keeps raiding my bin for the foulest, rotten morsels she can possibly find, dragging them all over the flat leaving a trail of ungodly 'kittyifyoucarryonimaymicrowaveyourass' smells behind her. And Jamie? well Jamie is just .. Jamie. I don't think I need to go there, seriously.

So yeah, I think this environment is keeping me sane. Anything in the ordinary just wouldn't be home.

I jest in the post below. Im certainly not hitting the bottle! I do enjoy both drinks with a passion though. The best therapy was me going back to work and getting back to normal. I think just getting out there and 'doing my thing' has put the biggest smile on my face. Laughing and joking with my co-workers, coming home and snuggling with my boo and my kitties. Its a waste of energy comiserating what could of been, but was not. Im still here. Enough of that though ...

Tomorrow we are going looking for a new car. TBH its not my department. Im just going to stand there and look half decent. I shall post pics. Cross your fingers that we find a car! <3

This is a photo post. A post where I bore you with pictures of people you don't know. Pictures which don't feature just my eyes (I don't know why I do this. I just do) Then the verbal crappage of when, where and why the photo was taken. I can tell you're excited (I can also tell you don't give a fuck.) Anyway ...

This photo is of my birthday meal. I have put their names in large, bold letters, just so you know who they are ;D.

This is my Aunt. Nobody was impressed that I had my fancy Nikon camera out, trying to take photos for the zero readers that don't read my 'blog'.

Jamie was even less impressed.

Awww. This makes me melt. She is so beautiful. <3. She had gotten under the bed covers and was snoozing, till I come along and wake her up. She really needs a thought bubble above her head saying, 'Fuck off'.

P.S; Vote at this link for my photo to be published. VOTE 4 ME. Thanks. x

Tonight has to be one of the worst of my life. I (well, Jamie AND the cats) have walked away from a car crash.

As I remember, me and Jamie were chatting, when it all went in to sort of a blur. We were in the middle lane of a motorway and out of nowhere something hit my side of the car and we just span. Everything in the car just flew up in the air, as the car gathered momentum, striking the crash barrier on the left side of the road. My head went crash in to the side of the door as we were flung around. I could hear Jamie shouting my name. Then the car stopped. Instinctually I got out the car running part the way up the side of the motorway, screaming, 'Help me, help me'. Waving my arms round like some insane lady. I then ran back to the car. Jamie was scrabbling round the debris to try find a mobile phone, but no joy. By this time I was totally freaking out and ran back to the side of the motorway screaming hysterically for help. Luckily this time two big trucks stopped and came to see us. Two amazingly wondeful truck drivers held me and called an ambulance. It was there within minutes. Jamie seemed fine and had no major wounds or 'injuries'. I however grabbed the closest female paramedic, asking her not to let go. My main concern was my cats. 'My cats, my cats are they ok? Please, you must see'. The paramedic held me tight while Jamie went and checked. I got the thumbs up (both are ok - Thank god). So, here I am, madwoman on the side of the motorway, gabbling to the paramedics about, 'Check for internal injuries - I WATCH GREYS ANATOMY, DONT LIE TO ME' (lmfao). I had 3 trying to reassure me that all was intact, I did however have to don a plastic collar and lie on one of those hardboards, which I was strapped to. I will tell you now, I was fucking frightened.

Hazel (my paramedic first on the scene) came with me to the hospital (it was called HEARTLESS hospital, do you believe?) She helped them strap me up. I didn't like this. I kept pushing one of the male paramedics arms out the way. 'I want to sit up - PLEASE'. They wouldn't let me as they didn't know the extent of my injuries. Took about 20 mins to get to the hospital from the crash site. By this time I was annoying them by waffling on about 'internal injuries', of which I was told to stop watching Greys Anantomy, it's TV. They wheeled me in to a room, 4 docs, plus medics had to roll me on my side and hold me steady to check wether I had spinal injuries. I had no pain. GREAT. I then informed the medics that I better get a hot doctor or I shall die on them. They laughed and ran out the door as fast as their medic legs could carry them. I am not an easy patient. I got the all clear and was just asked to lie on the trolly and wait for Jamie. He was still at the crash site giving a statement to the police. I started freaking out again as I hadn't heard anything of him or any updates on my precious felines. I just though 'Fuck this', got off my trolly and went and asked the nurses if they could help me. Just as I did that Jamie walked through the door. I can not begin to describe how relieved I was, that both him and my pussies were okay.

We then got towed back to London (100 miles) with some insane tow truck guy, making me feel even crappier as he was going on about how many crashes he's done and who died. CUNT.

8 hours later and I can't sleep. We only got back an hour a go. I have a HUGE bump on the left side of my head. Mild concusion, left side of face is all swollen and bruised and I have a loverly graze down my left cheek and cuts above my left eyelid. And I feel sick, but I think thats shock. It could have been worse ... But it wasn't and we are all alive .. Shaken and scared as fuck, but alive.

Watching the man you love sit and pick his rancid toenails, that on occasion, smell like ... Its the sort of smell that is indescribeable, makes you want to plug up your nasal cavities for life. Its even worse when he puts the scissors he has cut rancid toenails with, in the washing up bowl with the eating cutlery. Anyone to mine for dinner??