Sunday, August 31, 2008

Happy Blog Day to Me!

Happy blog day to me
Happy blog day to me
Happy blog day dear Mrs Maaan
Happy blog day to meee!

*Mrs Man clears her throat and prepares to give her thank you speech*

*Ahem* (tap, tap) Testing. Testing. *Jumps back*

Thank you all for joining me on this special day. I can't believe I have been blogging for two years! I've never had a hobby last so long. I know posts have been a little sporadic of late; I hope I can rectify that in the near future.

I'd like to thank those who have continually stood by me - through good times and bad times - and have continued to read my blog, no matter how pointless my ramblings may have seemed at the time. You are all very special to me *reduced to a whisper* and I would especially like to thank those who have commented on my blog *wipes away a tear*. You have made me laugh, cry, and have warmed my heart, and I thank you most sincerely. *Sheds a few tears as she clutches her bosom*

"Get on with it!"

So now, there is nothing more for me to say except I hope you enjoy the party, and...

...if you enjoy my blog so much how come you still haven't sent me any chocolate?!

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Here We Go Again...

Yes, it's that time of year again - the time of year when I suddenly forget how to drive; stall the car at every available opportunity (and create a few of my own); and feel the need to try all five gears until I settle on one that is appropriate for the speed I am driving at.

It's that time of year when I can't remember what anything is called, forcing me to start an impromptu game of Articulate* mid sentence. And the time of year when completely random words and sentences come out of my mouth which are totally unrelated to what I was about to say.

Yes, it's that time of year when I start to suffer my annual brain dysfunction. It has come early this year, but then so has autumn.

Just the other day I said to Mr Man: "I'm just going to sit down and go to the toilet before I start dinner" when what I actually meant to say was: "I'm just going to sit down and have a drink before I start dinner" !

Another favourite seems to be completely forgetting what I've just said the moment I have finished speaking, and then having this awful feeling that I just said something random and having to ask the person I'm talking to "What did I just say?" They probably think I'm testing their level of attention!

Ah yes, here we go again... and people wonder why I prefer to write than talk.

*Articulate is a game where you have to describe a word from a card to your team member without actually saying the word, and they have to guess as many words on the cards as possible in the time allotted.

Monday, August 04, 2008


Patience - number one hit for British male band "Take That" in 2006. First single from the album "Beautiful World", their first album after reforming 10 years after the band split in 1996. Dedicated by Mr Man to my Mum!

I've always been a very impatient sort of person. I'm quite indecisive, but once I've made up mind that I want something I want it yesterday. I never realised where I got this trait from, or how irritating it could be to others, until I went to my Mum's house yesterday.

I always thought she was quite a patient person; she could spend hours knitting. As far as I'm concerned you have to be an incredibly patient person to spend hours knitting.

So yesterday Mr Man and I went to my Mum's house. Mr Man was upgrading* my Mum's (ancient) computer - inserting more ram, bigger hard drive, that sort of thing - and doing some other things that go way over my pretty little grey cells. We were there for over 5 hours. So at about 1am when Mr Man was just about finished my Mum says:

"When you get home, can you log on to MSN so that I can see if my webcam is working?"

"But Mum, it's one O'clock in the morning!"

"Oh, ok then. Well, can you log on to MSN on your phone just so I can see if my webcam is working?"

"But Mum, it's one O'clock in the morning!"

"I know, but I just wanted to see if my webcam is working"

"But Mum, it's one O'clock in the morning!"

I mean, why does she need to know at one O'clock in the morning if her webcam is working or not? But then I realised, this is exactly the sort of thing that would completely bug me until I knew one way or the other. It's a good job we asked her to wait too, because knowing me, if her webcam didn't work at one O'clock in the morning, she would want Mr Man to stay and fix it.

Oh my goodness, I'm just like my mother! I'm going to have nightmares for the next week of me walking down the street pushing a pram with a fag hanging out of my mouth! Argh!

* I hate this word.