Halloween UnPCness

Well I had a superb Halloween, I dressed up as GI Joe and had many a fine comment made on my outfit. My friend Simon after hearing about my costume decided it would be hilarious to go as Osama Bin Laden, needless to say taxi rides around the city were very tense affairs however it was quite hilarious when we arrived in to bars hand in hand. I even manged to recruit people to help "find Osama" with me after I had lost Simon in the bar.

Fun times for all.

I heard that my sister in law's 20 week scan was 10/10. Another family addition another present.

I have met quite a few interesting characters over the internet over the last few weeks, its quite nice really as they come from a wide range of places and getting fresh perspective on things has opened my mind up somewhat.

Cranes

I am now finally able to make paper cranes without following instructions. I'm very happy, I have wanted to be able to do this for quite a while but never had the resolve to start. I now can sit and admire my fine line of good looking cranes whilst I sit at my desk.

Today was a good day.

Uncle!

I am going to be an Uncle!

I feel old now, well not in my soul. Turns out my brother and his wife are having a little kiddo. I think I'll be the type of Uncle that spoils it rotten.

Its so strange thinking about it, its made me realise that my brother and parents are now actually getting on a bit, its quite the perspective and it brought on waves of nostalgia and memories in the blink of an eye when Matthew announced it to us, I think I experienced the moment just before you die, well from what people that have come back from the brink have said.

Another good thing is the pressure is off for me to produce spawn, not that there was any but as a male in the family you feel that your parents look to you to continue the family name and line, so thanks matt, I'm not going to have kids, spend money on fast cars and never experience vomit on my shoulders except my own.

(secretly I want a kiddo one day but I refuse to brood like a lame female duck who has just watched a mothercare advert through a familes patio window)

(I'm talking to you brown feathered duck with your tear in your eye, I know what you do, don't pretend you don't read this. I'm not leaving you treats anymore unless you steel yourself against baby adverts you marketers dream you)

(I will leave you treats still)

The new course.

Well I'm starting my evening marketing course tomorrow, I'm quite excited but it will involve staying in Nottingham till 9pm, Gosh I think I'm going to be quite tired after it. I wonder if it will train me in selling my soul and lying constantly to people, I hope not, I hopefully go into the field when I'm done marketing a product or a service I believe in, so not bullets.

I created a three year plan last week and actually had some clarity regarding my future, it doesn't even involve a pyramid scheme so I was most happy.

Feeling a bit ill at the moment, I think I've been food poisoned by Brown Betty's, I shall not be eating there for at least three days, well probably more I do need to save save save.
Maybe after I've finished saving the banks will ask me to bail them out in the future, probably not though, what with my £3.96.

I'm going to probably order takeout now as I don't feel like cooking, I might try and find a nice black and white film also to cozy down with, sometimes I think I'm actually my Grandma without the knitting skills.

The Family Festival

I went to Mosley Folk Festival for free with Karen(We decided to become stewards , when the bright vests got put on we changed into power abusing individuals asking for tickets and bands and turning babies away, we did not actually turn any babies away, it was a lie.)

I saw the strangest kid dancing in front of the stage but the dance routine was no doubt a professional one. I remember thinking to myself, was I like that as a kid? not the dancing but the sheer bravery of dancing in front of thousands of people and not feeling embarassed or self aware. I think we loose that quality as we age. Ah the magic of children.

The picture you can see is a giant, well perhaps not giant, lets say a quite large wooden hand. These were dangling from trees around the park and I wanted to constantly Hi5 them. As I am a polite and well behaved individual I did not however. Next year if they have them, I hope no-ones around....

I might take one home to practise my Hi5's on

Action

The start is the hardest part, the middle comes easily and the end writes itself. I'm realising that trying to get off social networking sites is quite hard when its so so easy to reactivate again. I am failing with facebook.

Perhaps I will delete it one day and not go back like a beaten housewife.