tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351022192024-03-13T17:36:27.760+00:00Fussy BitchAngela-la landAngela-la-lahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06776689345024699690noreply@blogger.comBlogger274125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35102219.post-42210825702131034952008-10-10T00:07:00.003+01:002008-10-10T01:06:30.254+01:00Goodnight SaigonI dunno, I feel like I should blog, feel like I owe some sign of life to my online friends whose blogs I still follow if not comment on, feel like there's something left, unfinished, not quite ended properly here at angela-la-land. But. At the same time, I don't feel it's real. Annoyed by the use of 'but' as a whole sentence? Confused? Think yourself lucky, if you were me you would be. Both. Angela-la-lahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06776689345024699690noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35102219.post-33017737950190187962008-09-09T11:38:00.005+01:002008-09-09T12:31:38.416+01:00When the world endsThis song seems appropriate, I think. The video isn't great but you just listen while you read, the lyrics are great and Dave Matthews voice is lickable.It's tomorrow, apparently. End of the world. We're all doomed. What a pain in the arse!Obviously the whole humanity dying out thing, but moreso because not only have I just done up the lounge...Forget No 1 Son and the dog auditioning for StrictlyAngela-la-lahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06776689345024699690noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35102219.post-31465207530368961782008-08-21T02:10:00.005+01:002008-08-21T02:38:33.821+01:00FucksakeMy life is boring,my life is shit.A silver liningwhere the fuck is it?I haven't blogged cos I didn't want to bore you to death with tales of kids being on school holidays - six weeks - and me tiling and re-decorating the bathroom - three fucking weeks! I can't believe how long it took considering there was no plumbing involved (cos I'm not allowed to replace the avocado suite that belongs to my Angela-la-lahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06776689345024699690noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35102219.post-49994140981806655162008-07-14T10:53:00.000+01:002008-07-14T10:53:00.709+01:00Doing birdIn twelve hours time I'll be sitting on a plane next to Bing, hand in hand on our way to a lovely, adults only*, hotel in Turkey.Being due to leave at 5pm Monday I of course decided to go out Friday night for dinner and a movie with sis then spent Saturday reading how-to-tile sites, shopping for plastic bags for hand luggage liquids, cleaning everywhere and hiding the contents of my, er, knickerAngela-la-lahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06776689345024699690noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35102219.post-36701601974913421022008-07-13T00:14:00.000+01:002008-07-14T02:46:47.911+01:00*insert punny post title here*Much as I love them, I just don't have the mental energy to think of a punny or alliterative title. I have also lost the ability to edit so I apologise for the nonsense that is this random, interrupted* stream of consciousness.I often refer to my mother as an emotional vampire but I've come to realise that it's not just her, it's everyone that isn't me. My second most often thought phrase is 'forAngela-la-lahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06776689345024699690noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35102219.post-18046742977590209562008-07-09T00:53:00.002+01:002008-07-09T01:02:48.770+01:00Procrastinating pain?No 1 Son has gone to bed.Bing has gone to bed.I'm two hours into a dose of paracetomol plus and a good way down a bottle of brandy.The instruction leaflet didn't have proper, tested timing for my 800w microwave so I did some quick mental arithmetic and watched closely for signs of explosion.I carefully carried the pot to where I had laid out a newspaper (bought specially as I read all my news Angela-la-lahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06776689345024699690noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35102219.post-73033449511488520202008-07-08T22:55:00.002+01:002008-07-08T23:01:57.610+01:00Lady with a baby!No, not me. Sudders.Clare. Lovely, massively pregnant Clare Sudbery, who has a birthday tomorrow.A birthday that will be overshadowed by her huuuge bump.If you're feeling lovely please pop over to her and say something birthdayish. She'll love it.I'm now about to wax my legs for the first time.I apologise if my screams disturb readers in the north.Angela-la-lahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06776689345024699690noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35102219.post-45892932372617118442008-07-08T00:20:00.002+01:002008-07-08T00:37:32.808+01:00Dirty dogI could start this two ways, so I will.1 - I really do love my dog, but...2 - Could've been worse; what if your dog...I can only finish in one way, however. This being, the way of truth.Dog saunters through the french doors as No 1 Son and I are watching a skyplussed Last King of Scotland and bickering over who is the true pack leader. Dog walks directly to me and licks my hand. I guffaw towards Angela-la-lahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06776689345024699690noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35102219.post-90878939633709967462008-07-06T02:38:00.002+01:002008-07-06T02:38:54.728+01:00*screeeeeam*That is all.Angela-la-lahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06776689345024699690noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35102219.post-44500039445174580612008-07-02T03:24:00.002+01:002008-07-02T03:29:54.475+01:00World, shut yer mouthIf you're a reader rather than a watcher (and I can so very understand that) the lyrics are:Well you know I said I'd love you for all time. Well sometimes I just can't believe you're mine. But every now and then I'm ready to say when Oh, baby I love you, just leave me the fuck alone. Well in your arms is where I'll always stay But something deep inside says not today Well I'll be sitting here Angela-la-lahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06776689345024699690noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35102219.post-16273102613457814822008-06-21T02:37:00.003+01:002008-06-21T03:00:27.476+01:00Reality TVMore4 - No child of mineFilm Four - Girl, InterruptedAfter viewing the safely vacant fluff that is Sex and the City, what the fuck possesses me to watch things that touch much closer to home?I can't help but wonder...when faced with happiness, do I covet the familiarity of my nightmares?Angela-la-lahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06776689345024699690noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35102219.post-48505400639793283402008-06-17T23:59:00.001+01:002008-06-18T01:42:39.951+01:00Come in number 39, your time is upThe day before I turned 9 - I realised the man my mother married wasn't the saviour he was made out to be.The day before I turned 19 - I met the man I would marry and have three children with in order to escape the man that was a monster.The day before I turned 29 - I met the man I would leave my marriage for and, from then on, was made out to be a monster.The day before I turned 39 - I'd had Angela-la-lahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06776689345024699690noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35102219.post-90532434090958127882008-06-17T13:42:00.003+01:002008-12-09T06:45:33.685+00:00BodgrumBing is taking me on holiday.A million websites and discussions later we find somewhere that neither of us has been to*A thousand review sites later we select a lovely 4 star, adults only hotel**A hundred comparisons later we find a company that offers the combination of flight time/price/transfer we (or rather, I) want***A minute later he declares an important meeting and leaves me his card to Angela-la-lahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06776689345024699690noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35102219.post-67822225806135334222008-06-16T02:33:00.003+01:002008-06-16T03:20:59.759+01:00Nonsense and sensitivityThoughts and feelings fight through fingers to make sense and no-one wins. Non-sense is all there is...How can those that I love most drive me so crazy with constant verbal input yet make me feel so desperately alone at the same time? Why can't everyone that I love just love each other and be nice?39 is scarier than 40 because now it's approaching I realise I have to fit a shitload of stuff into Angela-la-lahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06776689345024699690noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35102219.post-49012371381818824202008-06-08T23:59:00.002+01:002008-06-09T00:09:18.157+01:00Blooky wookPeach and the team have done it! You're not the only one is available now! Buy it!(I'm in it but don't let that put you off cos so are a lot of really fabulous people like... well, just buy it will ya! Why are you still here anyway? Get thee to lulu bearing card details! Jeez!)Angela-la-lahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06776689345024699690noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35102219.post-30034094275546550992008-06-01T02:55:00.002+01:002008-06-01T13:46:06.666+01:00Diying a deathMy children laugh when I attempt to pass on DIY skills. They tell me they'll earn enough money to pay someone else to it rather than get dirty themselves.The past three days have been spent drowning in Solvite whilst trying not to disturb the male members of my family during important TV programmes. I've been re-decorating my living room (lounge-diner, in estate agent speak). Throughout this Angela-la-lahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06776689345024699690noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35102219.post-6302172545517939702008-05-29T01:28:00.001+01:002008-05-29T01:31:18.748+01:00Grown-up gripeNo, not the moan you'd expect from the title, just a quick question from a nearly 39yo woman with hideous hiccups...Why isn't there gripe water for grown ups?Angela-la-lahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06776689345024699690noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35102219.post-82353758771354319842008-05-28T23:04:00.000+01:002008-05-29T00:28:50.078+01:00Another ad postNot a chocolate penis to be seen today, just something that reinforced how badly ad-(wo)men can get it wrong sometimes.No 1 Son is a typical hollow-legged teen and will eat anything - including your dinner if you don't lick it before he can nick it - so when I noticed the Shreddies box was still full on shopping day I was curious.His answer to why he'd stopped inhaling his previous favourite Angela-la-lahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06776689345024699690noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35102219.post-66862377855381779942008-05-27T23:37:00.000+01:002008-05-28T00:51:12.103+01:00Bing-dayIt's Bing's birthday. The gift I ordered for him didn't turn up on time due to my not factoring in bank holiday postal delays. I didn't buy a card in advance due to bank holiday lethargy. My first words to him this morning were 'move over before I elbow you in the face'.I am a bad girlfriend.I did, however, have babygirl put the Happy Birthday banners over the various samples of wallpaper stuck Angela-la-lahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06776689345024699690noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35102219.post-50655615797320846202008-05-26T23:08:00.000+01:002008-12-09T06:45:34.352+00:00Twisted ad menYeah, I missed posting yesterday. May I have a day off of May I? Of course I may, it was my stupid idea in the first place! (Personally I think this entry is definitely two, even three days worth of blogging being that it encompasses sex, satire and pop culture all in one post. Read three blogs in the tea-break? Not me, I use fussybitch!)Anyway, on to the post...Is it just me that thinks this Angela-la-lahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06776689345024699690noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35102219.post-59407677802883550182008-05-24T23:08:00.006+01:002008-05-24T23:18:01.254+01:00The depps of politicsThe pirates were robbed!I truly believe that Russia split into 89 different separate countries simply to win Eurovision.Our dustman's song sounded quite good. Till the other 23 were shown.Still, I say again...The pirates were robbed! He had a plastic sword and girls with their boobs hanging out and everything!*sings*Hii hii heee, hii hii hooo, we are the wolves of the sea! (translation courtesy Angela-la-lahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06776689345024699690noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35102219.post-37032518468667181202008-05-23T22:07:00.002+01:002008-05-24T00:11:41.594+01:00OopsI was planning to post a review of Dazza's cdbut I eated it.So bite me.Angela-la-lahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06776689345024699690noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35102219.post-56876752540702327532008-05-22T23:52:00.002+01:002008-05-24T00:06:51.942+01:00Ken Dodd's dad's dogs diedI never realised how close I'd allowed myself to get to the mate that sits next to me at college till she texted to say she'd be coming in late due to her kids being upset over their dog being put to sleep the day before.As we've had two intense days of written tests and assessments, in silence and at different to normal stations, I've hardly spoken to her.I mailed her tonight to finally express Angela-la-lahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06776689345024699690noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35102219.post-29834519666651537072008-05-21T22:34:00.001+01:002008-05-22T01:32:27.874+01:00Suggestion boxContinuing my fluttering of de-cluttering, I finally finished sorting through every piece of music I own. Anything I still wish to own has been ripped to the family server. If that hdd ever dies, I'm screwed. Anyway...All the original cds are going to my favourite charity shop. The cases from the, er, non-original cds are going to be freecycled. One man's rubbish and all that.So, given my Angela-la-lahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06776689345024699690noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35102219.post-28928433753829638052008-05-20T23:40:00.001+01:002008-05-21T00:57:03.745+01:00Tits-up tuesdayBing bought a bottle of what he thought was brandy but turned out to be this stuff, which even I cannot bring myself to drink.Babygirl's hormonal mood swings are giving everyone in the house serious pms (pissy madam syndrome).Babyboy took the dog out at 9pm. Two hours later I phoned and told him to get my dog and his arse home. I'm dealing with him tomorrow.No 1 Son managed to shatter the glass Angela-la-lahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06776689345024699690noreply@blogger.com7