I just finished my last morning at school. It's left me all emotional! The class teacher I work with told me I'm the best Teaching Assistant she's ever had - I nearly cried. It was completely out of the blue. And the dinner ladies silenced the dining room so the whole school could say goodbye to me!
I'm going to miss them all so much.
Wednesday, 26 November 2008
Tuesday, 25 November 2008
Merry Christmas
It's Chriiiiiiistmas! Therefore my Last.fm recently played list is full of christmas cheesy goodness:
It also means, I am slightly rather tipsy from pink champagne and stuffed full of gluttonous goodness.
We've opened Nanny's presents and they didn't disappoint. I'd love to detail the fantastic bits of tacky goodness she's got us this year, but I don't want to spoil the surprise for H when she opens hers on Actual Christmas Day. I love my nanny. Of course it couldn't have been Christmas without my father getting stressed and attempting to cause some kind of argument, but traditions will be traditions. Tomorrow is technically my Birthday, so let's see if I end up in tears like every other year... But I'm happy, so I don't want to end this post on a bad note. Instead I'll leave it with a picture of my mother modeling her new the scarf and glove set, complete with singing Merry Christmas! hat:
I love my Mumma.
We've opened Nanny's presents and they didn't disappoint. I'd love to detail the fantastic bits of tacky goodness she's got us this year, but I don't want to spoil the surprise for H when she opens hers on Actual Christmas Day. I love my nanny. Of course it couldn't have been Christmas without my father getting stressed and attempting to cause some kind of argument, but traditions will be traditions. Tomorrow is technically my Birthday, so let's see if I end up in tears like every other year... But I'm happy, so I don't want to end this post on a bad note. Instead I'll leave it with a picture of my mother modeling her new the scarf and glove set, complete with singing Merry Christmas! hat:
Monday, 24 November 2008
Implanon
This afternoon I got implanted. I don't mean that, do I? I mean, I had an implant.
After reading Ayemiy's blogpost a while ago (gosh, it must be well over a year??) when she got hers, I've been intrigued. I had a poke at hers, and it really is very strange feeling it under the skin, but it seemed to make complete sense. However, with two-ings and fro-ings between Liverpool and Leamington, I never found the right time to get mine... until today!
Despite the doctor not anaesthetising me properly the first time, and the strange sensation when she actually put it in (pressure, and a kind of tugging at my skin, but no pain), it was quite a nice experience! There was me, a female nurse, a female doctor, and a female student doctor, all just having a nice girly time. Laughs and giggles and lady-talk.
It slightly settled some of my fears about France... At the induction day it was 90% female, which thoroughly scared me because I much prefer working with guys. Girls are usually so bitchy and less fun; you can have banter with guys; a bit of healthy flirting. But I suppose we're not all bad, and I just hope I find some girls I can click with. [And then my first-day-of-school fears rear their ugly head and I start to worry that noone will like me, noone will be like me, and I'll end up lonely... ah!]
It was also interesting trying to explain the implant to my mum... No, it's not because I want to be an absolute whore while I'm in France. It just makes sense.
After reading Ayemiy's blogpost a while ago (gosh, it must be well over a year??) when she got hers, I've been intrigued. I had a poke at hers, and it really is very strange feeling it under the skin, but it seemed to make complete sense. However, with two-ings and fro-ings between Liverpool and Leamington, I never found the right time to get mine... until today!
Despite the doctor not anaesthetising me properly the first time, and the strange sensation when she actually put it in (pressure, and a kind of tugging at my skin, but no pain), it was quite a nice experience! There was me, a female nurse, a female doctor, and a female student doctor, all just having a nice girly time. Laughs and giggles and lady-talk.
It slightly settled some of my fears about France... At the induction day it was 90% female, which thoroughly scared me because I much prefer working with guys. Girls are usually so bitchy and less fun; you can have banter with guys; a bit of healthy flirting. But I suppose we're not all bad, and I just hope I find some girls I can click with. [And then my first-day-of-school fears rear their ugly head and I start to worry that noone will like me, noone will be like me, and I'll end up lonely... ah!]
It was also interesting trying to explain the implant to my mum... No, it's not because I want to be an absolute whore while I'm in France. It just makes sense.
Sunday, 23 November 2008
Bottes?
My head hurts and I can still taste tequila. I really do feel rough. I remember making myself sick at some point last night - that's never a good thing, is it? That's probably why I feel so vile today.
Despite my epic hangover, I managed to spend over £60 in Boots. 20 of that was paid for using Boots points - genius, eh? And because I spent such a ridiculous amount, I got £10 worth of points back on my card. So when I come back from France, someone remind me to spend that... Is there a Boots in France? Maybe it's called Bottes.
I came home to discover my father had downloaded a film onto my laptop, which lead to a huge argument. How dare he use my computer without asking?! He could have just called and asked! And how dare he download 1.5Gb onto it?! It could have been riddled with all kinds of nasty stuff.
I don't really have much on here to hide... There are un-posted blog entries, photos a father shouldn't see and some personal bits 'n' bobs. Thankfully I have two profiles; one which is password protected and one that's not, so there wasn't really much he could do. But that's not the point.
He didn't see the problem and went off on one about how he lets me use his computer... the family computer. And then ranted for a while about it being his fridge and his food. Ugh, wanker. Me and my laptop will only be imposing on him for 5 more days anyway!
Despite my epic hangover, I managed to spend over £60 in Boots. 20 of that was paid for using Boots points - genius, eh? And because I spent such a ridiculous amount, I got £10 worth of points back on my card. So when I come back from France, someone remind me to spend that... Is there a Boots in France? Maybe it's called Bottes.
I came home to discover my father had downloaded a film onto my laptop, which lead to a huge argument. How dare he use my computer without asking?! He could have just called and asked! And how dare he download 1.5Gb onto it?! It could have been riddled with all kinds of nasty stuff.
I don't really have much on here to hide... There are un-posted blog entries, photos a father shouldn't see and some personal bits 'n' bobs. Thankfully I have two profiles; one which is password protected and one that's not, so there wasn't really much he could do. But that's not the point.
He didn't see the problem and went off on one about how he lets me use his computer... the family computer. And then ranted for a while about it being his fridge and his food. Ugh, wanker. Me and my laptop will only be imposing on him for 5 more days anyway!
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