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(blame that GreenFairy wummin)

I hardly know where to start. Zip, whoosh, zoom. I’ve got a million and one thoughts flying about my head at the moment. A couple of things have cropped up that are demanding my attention, and they’ve kicked off the old ‘what if’ mindset again. Awaiting a phone call, but I’m doubtful it’ll pan out… but ohhh the possibilities.

One thing that is a constant drain is our financial situation. It’s not too hot at the best of times, still paying off some bad advice from several years ago and …. but I wasn’t going to moan was I.. ohh had I told you that? No I don’t think I had.

Yes, Happy New Year. My resolution is to try and be cheerier, more positive etc etc. I enjoy being a moody bugger most of the time but it’s really not too productive.

A quiet weekend ahead, which may not be a good thing to be honest as we’ll end up doing… well… not much, yet again. It was only when I phoned my Mum last night that I realised how little we do. I vow to get out more, go for walks, get to the cinema and all that. As long as it doesn’t cost money.

In a similar vein, and I remember feeling the same way last year, I’m looking forward to spring in our garden. There is still a lot of heavy work to do, hang the garden gate we bought when we moved in, landscape the front garden ready to plant up the conifers and heathers we’ve been accumulating, clear out the rubbish behind the garage (we never see it but I noticed the neighbours have tidied up on their side so I guess we’d better make the effort too). Of course looking forward to something is one thing, doing it quite the other.

I also have some personal news that I can’t mention here because the person involved wants to keep it quiet for the meantime. Louise is heavily involved and we are both delightfully happy for her but… well I’ve said too much already. It does add a little pressure to the whole diet thing mind you, but may just be the kick up the arse I need.

Scottish Blogs has stalled, but is beginning to pick up speed again. Ohh and that ‘item’ I mentioned – more on that over the weekend.

So, that’s the State of the Union of Me. Now I’ve just got to figure out what prompted it…

In the meantime, don’t miss what may possibly be the final ever cocktail session at Uborka.

bookmark_borderKung Hei Fatt Choi: 4701

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If you are celebrating it, Happy New Year to you. I hope the Year of the Monkey is full of new experiences and you enjoyed your successes.

Celebration of the Chinese New Year

Me? Year of the Ox: “Oxen are born leaders, inspiring confidence in everyone they come into contact with. However, they can be too demanding. Methodical and good with their hands, they make fine surgeons and hairdressers.”

Err… nip and tuck or short back and sides?

Which animal rules the year you were born?

bookmark_borderWait over

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I’ve been on a New Year health kick (like a few other people), which for me means more fruit, plenty of water, tighter portion control, and generally not eating Mars bars and crisps mid-afternoon (and mid-morning… mid-evening.. etc).

However the last time I did this after the first few days I started feeling.. well.. ill. Slightly headache, slightly naseous.. just not ‘right’.

I subsequently found that I was detoxing. So this time round I was prepared for it, only it never arrived. Until this afternoon.

Bleuch

bookmark_borderThank f… goodness

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Oh, R-o-ob, The Bad Words Won’t Go Away: “The f-adjective is now one of many intensifiers in English, like ‘extremely,’ with a flavor surely pungent but barely sexual”

I admit that I, all too readily, use the f-adjective too much (one of my silent New Year resolutions is to swear less often) and people rightly chastise me for being lazy as I should really know better, particularly in my line of work. However you can’t deny that swearing is common place these days and as language evolves it is part of the evolution that sees swear words promoted to everyday usage so easily.

Therein lies the problem. We are running out of swear words, and I mean REALLY new swear words (not the merging of two existing words as favoured by my wife; e.g. wankfuck).

So, dear reader, a challenge!

Bring me your brand new swearwords! You phlaick maytle, you!!

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So I thought I’d take a quick skim through the other ‘almost’ winners of THAT competition (which I really don’t wanna say any more about as I fear I’ve already upset Gert – still luv ya sweetie!).

(“sweetie”? WTF?)

I happen across the runner-up: apparently nothing at all, and see there is a Powershot S30 gallery. “Ohh that’s the same as my camera”, I say (in possibly a bit too girlie a manner), “I wonder how what the photo’s are like”.

So I go and visit the aforementioned gallery. Then, after spending 10 mins idly clicking around, I wish I hadn’t.

Same camera. Vastly superior photographer behind the lens. Some wonderful photos in there. Puts me to shame.

So item number one for my New Year’s resolutions is:
1. Become a better photographer (in fact become a photographer is probably more accurate, at the moment I’m no more than a ‘snapper’ even on my better days).

(Strictly speaking this is item number two, but take it as written that I’ll be trying to lose weight again next year).

(By the way, how are these parentheses working for you? Should I just stick to italics?).

(Too much, right?)