Nothing’s ever really new when that week after Christmas suddenly starts with a new digit at the end of it’s numerical number signalling it’s year. And yet somehow you’re supposed to have eaten all that food left over in your cupboards from Christmas. Clear the stuff out and start a-new. You can start a-new any other day of the year. I’m not going through my cupboards in the final moments of the previous year just to prove some cynical viewpoint that anything new starts upon January 1st whatever-year-it-now-is. That’s why i decided to resurrect this blog on a day that wasn’t starting in a 1st. Or you could call me a little bit late if you were really being generous!
I’ve becoming to a realisation that however much I love Twittah I never really have much to say on it. I don’t want to show off my life in 140 characters, but I will moan at businesses if they’ve decided they have wanted to bug me. Or you know find out what’s good and going on with a random question from someone whom they believe to be a loyal shopper. The other reason of me becoming cynical as far as Twittah is concerned is my Mother has now found her way there. I tried making a new account but my Mother got suggested to me there too. So I gave up. Don’t get me wrong, I love my Mother, just not on social media! I concentrated on Instargram for a bit. Then realised I don’t have as much to show off as some people. So I decided to resurrect here instead for I seem to, as far as social media goes, have some degree of control here.
And to be honest I kinda like being Harley over here. In a non RP way as that has finally given up the ghost. I’m too old in the tooth now for all this RPing. I’ve said all I needed to say. But mostly by bestest RP friends aren’t around anymore, and there’s only so much solo RPing you can do. So lets get all real lifey instead, via the realms of a pseudonym.
Where to start.. hmm..
Well the gardening stuff has started to get going again for the year; plans have been made. The health kick has been kicking in. The arguments from last year have all been corrected and that’s about the only thing with a real good start. The rest is continuation of all things that have been going on since last year, before last year, the beginning of time. You get the idea. New Year has the tendency to bring out the cynic in me more than most times of the year and as I write this I’m realising how cynical I can actually be with it all!
I know what! Charities are going to love me this next couple of weeks! I’m having a major clear-out decluttering month. Oh God does that mean the New Year, New You thing has finally caught up with me. Bastards! In my defence however a lot of what is going does really need replacing. Last Black Friday I replaced my 15year old DVD player. Taken me awhile to get used to this new fangled Blu Ray stuff but I’m getting there. With the help of non-technophobic folk!
I know what… part 2! There’s some stuff in the pipeline for the year. I find in January the obsessive planning streak comes out in me. I think I must drive people mad with my need to get as much done that isn’t at the last minute as is possible! The least I need to worry about the happier I am! Or to put it another way the more seizures I keep at bay the happier I am! Anyways, there’s two lots of BTCC in the pipeline, Donington and Rockingham. Donington falls on my birthday this year so I could either sulk at not being there, or actually be there. So I chose the later. I mean I get to see my boyfriend, my best friend, my cat and my favourite sport and drivers in one day.. oh and Plato! It’s rare that things come together like that often. And I get to spend some quality time with the other half as we’re going away to Cromer I think. And I get to spend quality time with my kitty cat too.
His name is Minstrel. I never meant to get him so soon after my cat passed away back in September but I did, reasoning that the last thing my previous cat would want me was to be sad. Coming home to an empty flat made me sad. Lonely didn’t even begin to cover it. So I found Minstrel via a local animal charity whom was being fostered over on the other side of town. So I went one hot September evening to visit him and it was like we were made for each other without realising it. He loves chasing a laser beam. You can’t be sad watching a cat chase a laser! He has FIV, which is basically the feline version of HIV. I’ve learnt a lot about HIV from learning about his FIV as it basically means his immune system isn’t as strong as someone without it. He caught it when being a stray in a fight with an already infected FIV cat. I’m thinking about becoming an ambassador for cats who live with FIV I have decided to wonder about.
And for the record can I just say I am literally dying here to watch Vampire Diaries Season 8 after having seen all of Season 7 and literally glued to the last few minutes. How can you end a series that didn’t seem to have that much potential like that.. I live it when the vampires in that series go ripper!
I’m sure I have more to write about but I’ll leave it for another time. Probably when Mista J is playing that stupid games app that he whinges about but yet is still addicted to!
Peace out for now!