Oh woo! Finally I got the php update needed so I got this here WordPress updated to the latest version. \o/
I’m the laziest nowadays when it comes to manually updating really anything, so automated updates work like charm for me.
2012
January 8th, 2012Happy Last Year on Earth!
I’ve been simply swamped on everything home improvement. BUT! Upstairs is about this close to being finished, we have the new central heating systen up and running and a new sofa.
I’ve managed a new start on my fat-shedding project. I’ve been nordic walking like a mad person, going to the gym and hydro running (it’s good for us fatties, because you get the excercise without the stress on joints!) and I plan to take up on my weekly zumba and/or body combat (now there’s a killer thing, but i love it). I started two years ago and since then I’ve shed 29 kilos, gained a tenner back and I have now officially 23 kilos to go. I’m not worried, I’m not stressed. What I am is a lazy ass, too much of a food lover and I have developed a sweet tooth that I didn’t really have until I started to pay attention to what I eat. Strange, innit? Anyways, I’m targeting at being a good ten kilos lighter by the end of March. Then we’ll see how it goes from there. I know it’s a hard thing to manage, but I’ve done this before. I know how it’s done. So we’ll see what we see on March 31st.
All our animals are fine, gerbils are being silly, turtle is being sillier, fish are getting fatter and the wee hamsters are as indifferent as ever. Silly things. I’m well and Janne’s picked up skiing. O_o What in the world…? I might give that the traditional annual try (i loathe skiing, i suspect mostly because i haven’t got a clue on the technique of it). This time I’ll tape up my feet before heading to the track, because last year’s Great Experiment in Skiing ended up with me having blisters so bad on my feet that I wasn’t able to go for a walk in a week.
Now, off to make some food and then to the gym.
Winter-ish Ponies
November 29th, 2011I decided to take my camera outside and dress up Sparkler and Baby Glory in Snow Angels Pony Wear. All in honor of the first (and by the looks of it, the last) properly nippy day this autumn. I know, I live in a region that should be all covered in snow and dipped in frost by now, but something has gone a bit wonky this year. Hence: first frost Ponies on November 29th.
Lookit all them wee apples they have!
Also I’ve been prettying up some of my newest additions to The Herd. Banana Surprise, Tunefull and old boy Salty amongst the few were in desperate need of a hairdressing, so I spent a good hour armed with spray bottle and flatiron.
And lastly, I just happened to stumble across a perfectly fine example of Pony Schoolhouse with most of it’s accessories. It was in the local second-hand store and cost practically nothing, so yay!
Of tolerance
November 17th, 2011You know, I’ve not been telling really anyone too much about the time I lost my job and what I was going through. It’s not that I wouldn’t know that anyone losing a job would be pissed off and maybe sad and all those things, it’s just that I was driven to a burn-out by my then employer. I will not get into that so much as I will get into the effects the burn-out and crawling out of it has had in my life. Mainly this:
My tolerance for somebody bossing me around has never been really good, but now it seems non-existant. It picks my butt something terrible. And it leads me into all sorts of nice situations, where I end up looking like an immature idiot (which i no doubt am at times). It’s just that in life (not work) I loathe being told to do things, attend things or not do things, I take the stubborn ass -approach to being told to do shit I don’t want to. Yes, yes, I know, we grown-ups need to sometimes just bend over and take one for the team, but seriously, why not ask nicely first? Why say you must attend this or do that, why not ask if you’d like to attend. The biggest bullshit really is “I’d really like it if you’d do this or go there” with a voice that really means “you are the biggest dick ever if you refuse this”. I suspect most people actually like being asked before their lives and goings and doings are planned ahead.
Which is -I guess- my main irk. I’ve become a sort of a drifter in life, and whilst I do appreciate the routines I have (they are good for keeping my monkey of a brain on some track), and I’d like nothing more than to have a job with a paycheck (actually, who wouldn’t want a life of leasure, but i digress), I still think I need a bit of surprise in my life. And I don’t mean surprises like “look I promised you’d be in there”. I like to have the opportunity to say “I’ll see about that” and then have some time to actually think about it.
Because you know what, it’s all about giving people a choice. Most choose wisely. Others end up looking like Walter Donovan from Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. 
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November 12th, 2011I fucking hate my panic attacks. Anxiety attacks. What ever they are. Afterwards I feel so bloody exhausted it’s just simply not funny.
Fuck you, mental disorders. 