Skimite

Don't think I have forgotten last year's debacle.

I haven't.

I well remember the incident with the small child, and the way it bled, practically to death on a frosty bed of snow.

I also remember the near-death experience on the journey there, with the crazy drivers and the slippery roads.

I remember it all, and none too fondly.

So why, WHY on earth are we going again.

Skiing. sigh. It's a bit like marmite.

I am a loser

I may have mentioned the shiny new video shaped iPod present I got for Christmas/three kings.. It's great, I don't know how I went a year without one, but as much as I love it, I have a tiny problem.

Ways to use your iPod:

Listening to music at work - check
Watching Ugly Betty in bed - check
Doing either of the above on public transport - Errrr...

You see, I have an irrational fear of using my iPod on public transport lest it be stolen. This is ridiculous - I KNOW! Barcelona is like iPod city, you are no-one in Barcelona if you don't walk the streets with your trusty white rectangular-shaped steed. But still, I don't know, it's so new and shiny.. in the hands of a weak, pasty looking girl - a mugger's delight.

Coward? Me? Hell yes.

Remember those stories in the papers when iPods first came out:

"Muggers target iPod users because of the distinctive white headphones"?

No???
Well they damn near traumatised me.

So now, everytime I have to get on the bus/tram/metro, my super-dooper new fancy iPod just sits in my bag while I stare gormlessly out of the window listening to the tinny noise of the iPods all around me.

Sigh.

Brothel-zilla

In designing the new lay out of the apartment, we decided to put an archway in the living room, which leads into the hall, which in turn leads to the bedrooms.

This clever thinking saved us paying for another door. Doors are expensive don't you know.

The archway was one of the last things to be done and now the apartment is nearly finished (woop woop), all that is left is the flooring and painting.

Oh and redoing the archway.

You see, when we popped round last night to check on the progress, the archway had been done, which is good.

But, it looked like a giant penis, which is badddd.

So bad in fact, that Loco spent an hour this morning explaining to the builders how to redo the archway so that it would not look like, well like it did.

I didn't notice the penis resemblance until Loco pointed it out to me, but it stared him right in the face. I wonder what Freud would say. Apparently it will look even more like a penis when the frame has been put in.

The builders just looked bemused.In the end he told them to leave it how ever they want. Tonight we will go and see what "how ever they want" turned out.

Anyway, instead of the classy decoration scheme I was considering for the whole living room/hall way area, I think I'm now gonna go for some red light bulbs and a flashing neon sign saying welcome to the Palace of the Penis.

What do you think?

Note: It is in instances like this that I wish I remembered to take photos of things. God damn amusing fallic archway making me forget.

Scratdog

This is the scratdog. Isn't it cute??? I just wanna eat him.

Now how do I convince the Loco.

I forgot

Bully update

She got promoted.

Karma - where art thou

united states of whatever

16 days between posts. No excuses. So I'm crap at blogging. Meehhh. Who cares.

Here are some updates:

Present Update: Nothing ring shaped for me, got a new fancy iPod instead, let's hope this one doesn't break exactly 12 months after I got it. When we were out shopping for gifts for the rest of the family we passed a jewellery shop.

Loco said to me "Let's go and look at the rings".

SERIOUSLY!!!

I was like "What? WHAT?? WHAAAAATTTTTT?"

Then he said "What would you do if I said that we were going to pick your ring now?"

I, slightly hysterical, replied "You're joking right? This is a joke? You cruelly raising my expectations only to shatter them. There is no ring for me today"

Loco laughed "No there isn't. You say you want the romantic surprise proposal but you don't really care that I just bring you into a shop, you just want the ring.."

Me: "Whatever"

We left the jewellery shop minus any diamond shaped purchases. I didn't really mind, it was a narrow escape - all the rings they had were ugly.

Flatzilla update:

Neighbours still hysterical - check

Builders refusing to do anything that involves noise or dust because of aforementioned hysterical neighbours - check

After cleaning the tiles we find a load chipped - check

Too late to do anything about it - check

Wonky windows - check

Oh and more exciting than choosing tiles .... choosing taps.. whole new level of fun.

AOB

Wispas - they come back and delight me for a week or two and now, I place my order with UK relatives and nothing. Where have they gone?

Also, small rat dogs, specifically ones that have cute little faces like scrat, (I'm not good with breed names) sooo cute. I want one. Locoputer says nooo. Hell he won't even let me have a stick insect, talk about harsh.

PS If anyone can name the breed - that would be good - then I can secretly buy one and er, secretly keep it, erm, secretly somewhere... or perhaps not.

happy new blah

The interminable Spanish Christmas process is nearly over with only 2 more eating fests to get through. Saturday night is when the Three Kings come and deliver your presents in the style of Father Christmas. Big processions are held in the evening and the Three Kings throw sweets out to the crowds. On Sunday the 6th when traditionally the presents are opened we will be going out for lunch as we will have already opened our presents the night before.

Loco has yet to buy my present but last night he was asking me all about rings. again. This afternoon, when he finishes work, he is off to purchase whatever it is he is planning to get me.

Now I am not going to let myself get excited as I will probably end up with guitar hero or a Nintendo DS .. but still.. why all the questions??

Over the festive period the neighbours have continued to be complete bastards and they even held a meeting to discuss our apartment. Like they have a right to decide what we can and can't do. GAH.

Having attended the meeting I am now fairly concerned for the mental health of most of the nieghbours within our apartment block as within 5 minutes of the meeting starting they were at each others throats and having to be stopped from clawing each others eyes out. Oh how I wish I was joking.

My neighbours are all crazy.

We did manage to inform them that the building work had been checked by an architect and everything was in order however they didn't believe us, but honestly, don't care, they've complained to the council and they can't do anymore than that. (except stick pins in the little voodoo dolls they surely have of us)