Thursday, January 27, 2005

Here Bloggy Bloggy Bloggy

It's all gone a bit mental!
May not have chance to blog again until the end of Feb, so take your time reading the mammoth amount of posts I just added!

Love y'all
Sees you after my holidays!

Wednesday, January 26, 2005

Reasons Why I Like My Shape

As the diet thing isn’t really going that well, and I’ve been told by three different people that I don’t need to loose weight, I have been trying to look at myself a little differently.
The people in the public eye that I find attractive are generally much slimmer than your average person, for example Alyson Hannigan or Angelina Jolie. Of course, I know that they have dieticians and personal trainers, how on earth could I have the time to be that thin.
What I find attractive in a woman, as a woman, is possibly not the same as what men find attractive in women.
The only person I need to be concerned about is my boyfriend. Unfortunately he agrees with me about Alyson Hannigan.
So – what have I figured out so far? Well, that Alyson Hannigan is attractive but that I can never be that thin.
OK. This train of reasoning, I think, is not really that productive. So I have to look at another method.
It was suggested that I should think of five reasons why someone would find me attractive physically. So, here goes.
  1. I have nice boobs I have a nice smile
  2. I have big eyes
  3. I have pretty good legs
  4. I have a pert (if large) bottom
Ok, that was easier than I expected. Maybe that’s not something which will help me. This is the trouble, although I know that I have redeeming physical features, I tend to concentrate much more on the things I dislike about myself. To be honest I would really just like to be firmer on my tummy and sides. I am doing a little dieting – but I do need to be careful. Extreme dieting is not a place I’d like to return to(1)
So, just getting rid of the bit that most women want rid of. Joy. You see, I don’t really mind my fairly large bottom. I don’t worry that my thighs are a bit wobbly. I love that my boobs got bigger when I put on weight. My face shape isn’t quite as nice as it was, but I can use blusher in creative ways!
So, in order to make me feel better about myself, we took a digital photo of me looking rough in mis-matched underwear. I’m slouching and rounding my shoulders. Then, just before the holiday we will take another photo of me. Hopefully in the new one I will look better. The plan is that I will wear heels and one of my new sexy bikinis. I’ll pose better and smile rather than scowl. OK, so I know that some of it is about psychology, and that I may look almost the same as before but I’m posing better. That said, if I look better in the picture then I’ll feel better regardless. (I hope)
Also, I am enjoying my new cardiovascular exercise – skipping! I find it tiring, and it also hurts my joints after a while, as it’s very high impact. We do have camping mats, which we use to skip on as this cushions the landings a little. I managed to do 100 consecutive skips last night.

(1) As a teenager (like most teenagers) I had a minor problem with eating. I didn’t – if there was any way that I could avoid meals I would. However, while at university – thanks partly to a good friend and also to my boyfriend – I discovered that I didn’t have to be starving all of the time. That resulted in the me in the picture top right.


I’m going on holiday. I’d like to think I deserve it, and that I shouldn’t really be more concerned about paying off my credit card. Still, who gives a monkey’s.(1)
So, yes, holiday. Dom and I are going away for an entire week. First we have to stay over at a hotel near the airport as we are leaving in the morning before we could get there by train. We’ll then be jetting off to the North coast of Fuertaventura, in the Canary Islands. These islands are just off the coast of Africa, although they are technically Spanish islands.
The resort we’re going to is supposed to be ideal for couples and since we’re going the week before half term, I’m anticipating not being bothered by large numbers of small children.(2)
We’re supposed to be approximately 15 minutes away from the new water-park (oo) and only about 5 mins from the Saharan Sand Dunes(3) which sound lush! We’re also really close to the beach, and the pool in the brochure looks great. So, in about a fortnight I’ll be sunbathing (hopefully) rather than sitting in England freezing.
After my holiday, you would expect me to be returning to work? Well, in a manner of speaking I will be. I will be spending two weeks in Norwich. I will, of course, come home at the weekend in order to do some washing (mostly). I would stay over the weekend if I was rich enough, but I can’t afford 3 nights at the rates the company are paying! Not on what the company are paying me.

(1) I’ve always wondered: a monkey’s what? Is this rhyming slang? (2) Small children seem to like me. I don’t know why, perhaps I smell like a small child? Perhaps I look like ‘mummy’. Maybe I look like the kind of person who has lots of sweets. Whatever the reason, small children seem to like me. Usually it’s the under-5 age group which are most attracted to me, generally with chocolate-covered hands or snotty noses. (3) Do you suppose Saharan sand is different from other sand? It’s not like the sand at Cleethorpes, that’s gold-coloured. Saharan sand is white apparantly. Although they tell me that some of the Canary islands have black sand, from the volcano. That’s pretty cool. I’ve seen actual white sand before – in Florida.

Tuesday, January 25, 2005

Further Excitement!

Today I created the Migration to York Notice Board according to a plan given to Cleggton by our project manager. Smashing. It’s a bit cock-eyed, but that’s what comes from having only paper and blu-tack, not an actual notice board.
With any luck I will start to feel useful now, having a clearly defined task which is to tack stuff back up when it falls down. Woo. (!)
So, anyway. I will now be moving on.


I have not blogged for a while. Except for my post about what kind of lover I am. I apologise for my absence. This said, I am likely to be absent for another while. I have five weeks of not being in York planned, beginning soon. Poor Dom will be on his lonesome for three of those five weeks. As part of the migration project at work…

First, lets have some history.
Back in November you may remember my posting about judgement day where we discovered that our equivalent team in Norwich was being shipped up to York. This meant that we were going to have to learn the work.
It’s fairly pants really, closing down a team in one place just to make another team bigger somewhere else.
So anyway, this launched the Migration Project. The aim of the project is to bring up all of the work, knowledge, skills, software and documentation which currently resides in Norwich, to York. Unfortunately only two of the team in Norwich are willing to relocate to York. This creates a specific problem – how can us York people learn what the Norwich people have been doing for years (decades in some cases) and run our own systems to the usual standard? Well, the answer seems to be that it is irrelevant. It’s going to happen, and it’s going to happen before July 1.

So, the next event in this joyful chain was the creation of the project. We were informed in early January that it was likely that we would have to do some shadowing of our colleagues in the south. Having announced this, the project began to plan who would go to Norwich and when. With only three day’s notice, I shipped off for my first tour of shadowing. Three of my York colleagues also went.
So, there we were. I’ve never been to Norwich before, and it was not as I was expecting. Much raving had been done about the cathedral there. Hm. I’m afraid that having lived in or near the cities which are home to two of the three most important ecclesiastical sites in the country (1) I was expecting more. In fairness, I have not been into the cathedral. It is probably glorious. I didn’t actually realise that it was the cathedral I was walking past until one of my colleagues said so.
Much raving had also been done about the castle, which is unusual looking, and is on my list of places to visit. I wish that we had more free time while we were down there, but still – it is work!

Anyway, my general impressions of the place were good. I enjoyed some good food (Thanks Jimbobjo for that Italian!) and didn’t go over my food budget at all! There is also a Subway and a Pretzel place – which sells the city for me – and also there is Primark! Woo! Cheap clothes! So anyway, that’s good.
I’m particularly looking forward to the week when I am the only person from York down there. Fan-blinking-tastic.
Oh well, could be worse…

(1) The three most important ecclesiastical sites in the country are:
  1. Canterbury
  2. York
  3. Lincoln

Monday, January 24, 2005


So, I went to the link given by Mr Black recently.
It turns out I'm a Deliberate Gentle Love Master (apparantly)
It goes like this:-

  • Charismatic, affectionate, and terrific in relationships, you are what many guys would call a "perfect catch"--and you probably have many admirers, each wishing to capture your long-term love. You're careful, extra careful, because the last thing you want is to hurt anyone. Especially some poor boy whose only crime was liking you.
  • Your exact opposite:
    Random Brutal Sex Dreamer
  • We've deduced you're fully capable of a dirty fling, but you do feel that post-coital attachment after hooking up. So, conscientious person that you are, you do your best to reserve physical affection for those you you can respect yourself.
  • Your biggest negative is the byproduct of your careful nature: indecision. You're just as slow rejecting someone as you are accepting them.
  • ALWAYS AVOID: The False Messiah, The 5-Night Stand, The Vapor Trail, The Bachelor
  • CONSIDER: The Gentleman, someone just like you.

So - er... Maybe that's not quite on the mark - or maybe it is...

Wednesday, January 05, 2005

Anti Blog Post

Up until this point I have stood firm in the "Blogging is good" corner.

I have now changed my mind.

Two of my friends are arguing, via blog, about something which was said/read in the wrong way.

I am not sure that blogging is good anymore. Perhaps I will have to put up small posters extolling things I have done and like in my house. It will reach less people, but therefore will cause less disputes.

I was going to comment on the situation, but am not. If you don't see me blogging for a while you know why.
I may return - I don't know.