Tuesday, November 09, 2004
Buying the Christian brand
Hey there's nothing like having to do one blog to kill of your other one is there! I've not done this for days...
Last week was the usual flurry of excitement and thrills - Monday was catchup night, Tuesday was school night, traumatised by my lectures and discussed and resolved with housemate, failed to type it up, did a fab blog on the Thursday which the blogger equipment ate all charted on Cert Man Journey. Wednesday was food and a board game at the chaps. A lovely little game of hunting gathering and fishing and succeeded in having a draw - given that it was my first shot and he's played it loads I figure I didn't do so bad. Did another game that was based on battles so I completely bummed out there. Not only was it based on battles (never a good start, war being stupid and all) but the explanation started from "it's like poker" (hmmm, how to put your back up Mrs I don't do betting if I can avoid it - the only people who win are the bookies). Thursday was a evening of packing and prep for my trip to the Smoke. Friday was a train journey of trauma (delays and reading matter) and a weekend of family. For the first time since learning to speak my niece did not inform the world once over the weekend "I don't really like Arla" (she is still adamant I am called Arla as in Arla foods not Isle-a as in the Isle of of Scotland). Although she was not happy about sharing a room with me (nor me her - we both slept better when she bogged off to Dommies room).
Sis's PND is improved by SAD lamp, spouse will probably not grasp the "it's like a tummy upset in your head" explanation, but he's not freaking out as much as some do. Saturday was spent reading about marketing, which I began to get right into as the morning progressed, but ended up only doing about 3 hours as JM rang from the airport to ask to have lunch. Sis and spouse at a wedding so I came up with the goods (do you know how hard it is to find a lettuce and a cucumber in Notting Hill Gate if you don't know your way around?) JM managed to work out I was seeing a chap but I sidestepped the whole sharing any information - dead easy mention the Civil Service and she was off on a pensions/terms and conditions/unreasonable expectations line of thought. He's a bloke - he doesn't want kids, he is therefore useless to she who only wants to meet the father of her potential grandchildren. Also had an interesting start to a conversation. Apparently JMs children all know that she never disagrees with us. Hmmm would that be because we take care never to disagree with her? Or does she genuinely believe that? That she truly never judges anything and there is no criticism ever intended? Perhaps. The wonders of family non communication.
Sunday was the Christening. The vicar was pretty cool - informed us that parents/god parents were buying the Christian product for Dommie - he could decide the brand when he grew up. I didn't realise that - so you are christened a Christian, you are confirmed into which ever branch you choose. Cool, I no longer have a problem about having been Christened then - as the underpinning fundamentals aren't so bad (do as you would be done by, be good to each other) it's the other stuff I don't like (original sin, homophobia, all the isms, all the don'ts). Lead to contemplation with housemate (human, not feline) of which branch is the Asda Ownlabel, which is Pepsi? Which is Coke?
Big old family meal afterwards - with a suitably stuck up waiter who I upset (I didn't want so much gravy but that was not an option). Overwhelming sense of grief/relief on leaving, something of a panic with the tubes as the circle line never fails to disappoint but I got the train and successfully returned to Leeds from London faster than chap returned from Manchester to Leeds. Chap was/is in a bad way. All tired yesterday, then monster pain today. I suspect the wheat free agreed with his system more than he realised and 2 months of return to wheat is paying it's toll. It makes you very glad that you are only battling against an extra 4" on the waistline, and 7 kg, not 4 stone spare. Will continue to be the supportive bird and not the naggy one.
Last week was the usual flurry of excitement and thrills - Monday was catchup night, Tuesday was school night, traumatised by my lectures and discussed and resolved with housemate, failed to type it up, did a fab blog on the Thursday which the blogger equipment ate all charted on Cert Man Journey. Wednesday was food and a board game at the chaps. A lovely little game of hunting gathering and fishing and succeeded in having a draw - given that it was my first shot and he's played it loads I figure I didn't do so bad. Did another game that was based on battles so I completely bummed out there. Not only was it based on battles (never a good start, war being stupid and all) but the explanation started from "it's like poker" (hmmm, how to put your back up Mrs I don't do betting if I can avoid it - the only people who win are the bookies). Thursday was a evening of packing and prep for my trip to the Smoke. Friday was a train journey of trauma (delays and reading matter) and a weekend of family. For the first time since learning to speak my niece did not inform the world once over the weekend "I don't really like Arla" (she is still adamant I am called Arla as in Arla foods not Isle-a as in the Isle of of Scotland). Although she was not happy about sharing a room with me (nor me her - we both slept better when she bogged off to Dommies room).
Sis's PND is improved by SAD lamp, spouse will probably not grasp the "it's like a tummy upset in your head" explanation, but he's not freaking out as much as some do. Saturday was spent reading about marketing, which I began to get right into as the morning progressed, but ended up only doing about 3 hours as JM rang from the airport to ask to have lunch. Sis and spouse at a wedding so I came up with the goods (do you know how hard it is to find a lettuce and a cucumber in Notting Hill Gate if you don't know your way around?) JM managed to work out I was seeing a chap but I sidestepped the whole sharing any information - dead easy mention the Civil Service and she was off on a pensions/terms and conditions/unreasonable expectations line of thought. He's a bloke - he doesn't want kids, he is therefore useless to she who only wants to meet the father of her potential grandchildren. Also had an interesting start to a conversation. Apparently JMs children all know that she never disagrees with us. Hmmm would that be because we take care never to disagree with her? Or does she genuinely believe that? That she truly never judges anything and there is no criticism ever intended? Perhaps. The wonders of family non communication.
Sunday was the Christening. The vicar was pretty cool - informed us that parents/god parents were buying the Christian product for Dommie - he could decide the brand when he grew up. I didn't realise that - so you are christened a Christian, you are confirmed into which ever branch you choose. Cool, I no longer have a problem about having been Christened then - as the underpinning fundamentals aren't so bad (do as you would be done by, be good to each other) it's the other stuff I don't like (original sin, homophobia, all the isms, all the don'ts). Lead to contemplation with housemate (human, not feline) of which branch is the Asda Ownlabel, which is Pepsi? Which is Coke?
Big old family meal afterwards - with a suitably stuck up waiter who I upset (I didn't want so much gravy but that was not an option). Overwhelming sense of grief/relief on leaving, something of a panic with the tubes as the circle line never fails to disappoint but I got the train and successfully returned to Leeds from London faster than chap returned from Manchester to Leeds. Chap was/is in a bad way. All tired yesterday, then monster pain today. I suspect the wheat free agreed with his system more than he realised and 2 months of return to wheat is paying it's toll. It makes you very glad that you are only battling against an extra 4" on the waistline, and 7 kg, not 4 stone spare. Will continue to be the supportive bird and not the naggy one.
// posted by Bitvacuous @ 1:18 am 
