tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76234012024-03-07T07:49:28.511+00:00Earth GirlThe boring life of a London girl.Earth Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935279169253039000noreply@blogger.comBlogger522125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623401.post-88465653022033059402020-08-02T21:53:00.001+01:002020-08-02T21:53:34.191+01:00The life long effects...<p dir="ltr">When I was 14 they showed a documentary on TV about Feeders. I didn't watch it but the next day several girls I my year HUNTED ME DOWN to tell me all about the show and how these 'perverts' liked big fat fatties like me.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I tried to laugh it off. I tried to hide my hurt and confusion. I carried in with my day.<br>
I internalised what they said.</p>
<p dir="ltr">No boys in my school were interested in me. I was not exactly bullied but I was never allowed to forget that I was the fat ugly one. I internalised that too.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I have accepted that I will be alone forever, I have accepted that I will never be loved, never get married, have a family or ever even have a boyfriend because of everything I internalised during those formative years.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I understand on an intellectual basis that I am not a disgusting fat freak but I will forever feel that way. I will always know deep down in my heart that any man who shows any interest in me is nothing bust a disgusting pervert Feeder for the sole reason that he has shown a romantic or sexual interest in me. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I have always been alone. I will always be alone. <br>
I will die alone.</p>Earth Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935279169253039000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623401.post-63062562779122486802013-02-27T17:29:00.001+00:002013-02-27T17:30:28.874+00:00Which old witch? The wicked witch!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today i am in a very happy mood as my work place enemy Smelly pshcyo bitch work college from hell sits at the desk next to me, has finally been made redundant!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Is it a coincidence that i have been singing ding dong the witch is dead ever since? No, of course it isn't!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I like the munchkins before me, am going to celebrate this awesome event with songs and lollypops!</span><br />
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Earth Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935279169253039000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623401.post-3321316702776909502013-01-06T21:58:00.000+00:002013-01-06T21:58:03.778+00:00Holy Fuck, I found a grey hair!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I swore I wouldn't get attached to Twinkles's 5 kittens. I planned to give all but one away. But, the more time I spent watching them and playing with them, the more I became attached and when we could only find homes
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Olympics arrived and I spent 2 and a bit weeks as a Games Maker at Wembley Arena during the Badminton and the Rhythmic Gymnastics. I miss being a Games Maker, I felt special and I really miss the Games Maker nod. When on my way to or from a shift and I spotted another Games Maker we would give each other a little nod of recognizing our superiority over those mere mortals who did not share the privilege of Games Makerdom. (I can be am a terrible snob about anything!)</span></div>
Earth Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935279169253039000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623401.post-17474538856368728722012-04-16T20:05:00.000+01:002012-12-31T18:05:21.909+00:00Earth Girl and the wardrobe full of kittensAbout a year ago, I got a kitten, a kitten who has grown into a beautiful cat. <br />
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We were going to have her neutered but I felt guilty, so we decided to let her have one litter of kittens. Which she did, one month ago, in my wardrobe, on top of my nice office skirt and a teddy bear from my childhood.<br />
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I washed the skirt, and threw away the teddy bear. It was just a useless peice of detritus from my past, cluttering up my present. I never played with that teddy bear as a child, I suppose I just kept hold of it out of some misplaced sense of nostalgia. I don't miss it now that it's gone. I feel good about throwing it away. I cling to too much crap from my past.<br />
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I cleared a lot of similarly useless crap ot of the bottom of that wardrobe and I replaced it with a bed I made for my cat and her kittens. it's just a box lined with some towels and sheets, but it's a much better use of the space that that stupid teddy bear ever was.
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Earth Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935279169253039000noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623401.post-90107849591297400702011-06-24T17:18:00.000+01:002011-06-24T17:18:13.290+01:00crazy office girl - again !!!You may remember that I work for a charity - and you may have heard that times are tough in the charity sector, as no one has any money. Well our charity decided to work around this problem by making a round of redundancies. Not to my role for I am far to excellent and vital to the organisation - but to Crazy Office Girl's department and happily to Crazy office gril herself - SCORE !!!<br />
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I was happy.<br />
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Then it was announced that we had found funding for a new project, this was good news. Then it was announced that they were giving the new project to Crazy office girl - this was bad news.<br />
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She is STILL sitting next to me. She is still mental.<br />
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On Wednesday my work friend was leaving for a better and more well paid job and I was feeling pretty down about it. I had volunteered help out at a work do in the evening and was hoping it would take my mind off my loss. <br />
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I have helped out with this annual event for the last 4 years in a row and at the end of last years event we had decided to do things slightly differently to make things run smoother. However the event organiser forgot all about the proposed changes and when she came over to brief Crazy Office girl (who had also volunteered) she started to give her the wrong information.<br />
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Naturally, I stepped in to remind the event organiser of the planned changes so that she could give the correct info to Crazy Office Girl. Who suddenly tuned into Psycho Bitch from Office Hell and went into one because I interrupted her conversation.<br />
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The whole office went quiet with bewilderment at her mental behaviour and I now have even more motivation to find myself a another (better) job.Earth Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935279169253039000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623401.post-9395891855540373292010-11-26T18:49:00.003+00:002011-06-24T17:19:09.288+01:00One grandfather is dead. One is dying.<br />
The dead one my maternal grand father was a mean horrible bully. Who traumatised me in my childhood and treated my grandmother terribly. She has Altzheimers now and has been much happier since he died. Withoit him belitteling her and constantly reminding her that her youngest son is dead, she happily potters about the flat talking to his picture in the belief that it is him in the flesh. Although she is happier now that he is gone he was the centre of her world for over 40 years and he will be the last person she forgets.Earth Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935279169253039000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623401.post-3568920379774488302010-08-11T13:32:00.003+01:002010-08-11T15:47:42.722+01:00What was lost is now foundRemember when my house was burgled?<br /><br />Well, one of the things I was most upset about loosing was the gold necklace my Mum gave me for my 21st birthday. I believed that it was in my vanity case that was stolen along with all my other gold and silver jewelry. I thought that it was gone forever.<br /><br />But it wasn't it was on the floor between a very old stack of magazines and a cupboard I never open. I was happy, very, very happy.Earth Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935279169253039000noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623401.post-90690631024595592532010-08-06T18:24:00.005+01:002011-06-24T17:20:13.404+01:00Earth Girl the good SamaritanIt's 6.30pm and I am sat at my desk, guiding a complete stranger through the streets of London via the telephone. <br />
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The poor thing had to drive up from Kent to deliver something to our office and got hoplessly lost trying to get home. She was nearly at the Blackwall tunnel when she got lost in Londons maze of one-way systems and ended updriving miles in completly the wrong direction.<br />
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So with the aid of google maps I have been guiding her in the right direction for the last half an hour - luckily for her I had decided to work late!<br />
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She's told me she's buying a Sat-nav first thing tomorrow morning.Earth Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935279169253039000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623401.post-32735740574766723152010-06-16T08:59:00.004+01:002010-06-16T09:08:31.480+01:00Happy Birthday to MeWow, I should really check the <a href="http://g889.blogspot.com/2010/05/crazy-office-girl-update.html#comments">comments </a>more often. I would like to say a BIG THANK YOU to the ladies who commented in my defence. <br /><br />And I would like to ask Paul O'Neil, Why if my blog is so pointless and boring, did you read so much of it ?<br />Twat.<br /><br />Anyway, back to me and my depression. I have an appointment with the psychologist at the end of June to begin 6 weeks of treatment. <br /><br />I had a very nice birthday last week, which began with a nightmare about a demon child living in the attic, then progressed to lunch at The Ivy (Omid Djalilly was there!) and then watching the England v USA match on the telly accompanied by a vast array of unhealthy snacks.<br /><br />Life is OK.Earth Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935279169253039000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623401.post-40956673495771179292010-05-19T18:52:00.003+01:002011-06-24T17:21:18.125+01:00crazy office girl-the updateI just foound out that they have decided not to move the desk of te crazy bitch who sits next to me, beacause: <br />
A- we are superficialy getting on.<br />
B- she's hardly ever in the office<br />
C-shes now had a barney with the girl who sits next to the vacant seat they had planned to move her to.<br />
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After a slightly inebriated chat to a colegue in the pub, it was revealed that she's fallen out with every female in the office under 40. <br />
She is a psycho.Earth Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935279169253039000noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623401.post-12626434330325412932010-05-17T20:21:00.001+01:002011-06-24T17:22:04.912+01:00cockToday I was told off by my boss. <br />
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On friday I recived a rather funny email and without thinking I sent it to the entire office. Many people came up to me during the day to tell me how funny it was and I thought no more about it.<br />
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But alas, some-one decided that sending round a picture of David Cameron standing outside a branch of peacocks with the p, e, a & s of the sign out of view, wasn't a good idea.<br />
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We rely heavily on government funding and contracts here at the purple charity, and it wouldn't do to go upsetting any one at this delecate time.<br />
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I must admit though, that it was a relief to find out that implying that DC is a male chicken, was all that I was in trouble for. I have been doing rather a lot of slacking off lately and spent most of friday surfing the internet...Earth Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935279169253039000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623401.post-52946381895753133472010-05-06T21:54:00.002+01:002010-05-06T22:00:11.265+01:00voting scrumTrying to exit the tube station on my way home was like a cross between a rugby scrum and a paparazzi frenzy. 'Vote for us', 'Have you voted yet?', 'The Christian party!'. Little did they know, I'd already voted Lib dem'.Earth Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935279169253039000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623401.post-62716473518982771142010-05-01T16:05:00.004+01:002010-08-11T13:40:50.720+01:00Getting the old Earth Girl backI haven't been around much. In the psychological sense, for quite sometime now. My depression got to the point where my doctor put me on antidepressants. <br /><br />It's a mild drug at the minimum dose but they are antidepressants none the less. On Wednesday I had my first appointment with a psychologist. This one is a proper PhD Psychologist unlike the quack I saw last time and I think that this time she really will help. I already feel more positive after just the assessment. <br /><br />I think the gist of her assessment is that much of my problems come from an inability to communicate my feelings and wishes, coupled with negative learnt behaviours and childhood trauma. <br /><br />It's not that I had an exceptionally horrible childhood, there are millions who had it far worse than me. But I am a sensitive soul and learnt to internalise my distress which has compounded over the years into a big ball of ... I don't know how to describe it, but it's bad it's negative and destructive and it sits at the back of my brain influencing my life. <br /><br />I hope that I can learn to move past it and move on.Earth Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935279169253039000noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623401.post-37918913113997282642010-03-18T19:01:00.002+00:002010-03-18T19:07:44.705+00:00FreebiesWorking for a charity the perks and freebies are few and far between. So when a posh hotel invites me to a show around with free booze and canapes, I snap up the invitation as fast as I can. Hence me sitting in the posh bar of a very posh central London hotel siping a very nice white wine after eating my first ever oyster and blogging on the free wifi. C'est la vie! <br /><br />Now if a handsom, kind, whitty, generous, single, billionaire would swoop in and sweep me off my feet. ...Earth Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935279169253039000noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623401.post-82974879676940604952010-03-17T08:58:00.002+00:002010-03-17T09:04:38.160+00:00After years of smugness about the pristine condition in which I keep my mobile phones. I have gone and dropped my brand spanking new phone in a bowl full of hot water and dettol. And then dropped it in again while fishing it out. Epic Fail.<br /><br />But luckily I watched that episode of the gadget show last year where they tackeld this very same issue and I ripped open the cover, took out the battery and sim card and opened every flap I could in order to let the phone dry out.<br /><br />After a shaky start the phone is back in full working order. WIN!Earth Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935279169253039000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623401.post-12497494670267530752010-02-01T18:00:00.000+00:002011-06-24T18:01:38.650+01:00Victim or Perpetrator?I have been accused of bullying a girl at work. Can you believe it? Me, a bully! It's ludicrous. Even my manager said so when the allegation was made 'you don't have a bulling bone in your body' were her exact words.<br />
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It first started when I got back from holiday after Christmas. My manager took me aside and told me that the girl at the desk next to me had made a complaint about me to the HR manager. 'She says you are disrespectful to her' etc.<br />
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I was shocked that she had made such a complaint. I mean there is no love lost between us that is for sure. I don't like her. She is stupid and annoying and has made some very condescending comments to me in the past. I don't enjoy her company and have declined invitations to after work drinks if I knew she was going to go. Not out of spitefulness but because I knew she would annoy me with her inanity and ruin my night and I didn't want to turn anyone else’s night sour with my foul mood.<br />
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We had to have a meeting with my line manager to 'discuss the situation'. She spouted the many perceived crimes against her and I managed to (mostly) diplomatically tell her she was full of shit and imagining things. I may have raised my voice ever so slightly (OK quite a lot) when she started telling me what I was thinking 'You think this, and you think that' <i>are you a fucking mind reader then?</i> And accused me of leading a gang of women who were purposely ignoring in an attempt to bully her!!! <i>Beyond ludicrous</i> - if people in the office are ignoring her it’s because she is an annoying twat. I have in fact been extremely professional and kept my dislike of her completely to myself. I have never mentioned my dislike of her to any of my colleagues, ever.<br />
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But, I managed to reign most of my anger in and actually kept my mouth shut through a lot of it, knowing that she wasn't actually listening to anything I was saying and that retorting would just wind her up even more and escalate the situation. And besides she really isn't worth the breath.<br />
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I must say though that my line manager’s mediation skills were first rate and that by the end of the meeting she had negotiated a 7 point plan to try and make the atmosphere in the office more tolerable. <br />
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7 points are as follows:<br />
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1. listen to each more <i>apparently I don't listen to her.</i><br />
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2. make eye contact with each other when speaking <i>apparently I don't make eye contact with her when she speaks to me - probably because the sight of her make me angry.</i><br />
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3. not interrupt each others conversations <i>apparently I am always interrupting her conversitions - But I freely admit to this because as she obviously hasn't noticed I interrupt everyone’s conversations with my 2 pennies worth, I'm not singling her out!</i> <br />
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4. say hello and goodbye to each other <i>I don't say Hello or Goodbye to her because she is never here when I arrive and never here when I leave, I say a general hello and good bye to the office at those times I don't greet everyone individually, but apparently she feels that she is so special she deserves a personal greeting every day.</i><br />
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5. Earth Girl will ask Crazy Office Girl if she wants certain phone calls put through to her if Earth Girl is not sure who they want to speak to <i>If I answer the switchboard and don't know who the call should go to, I do the logical thing and I put it through to the team administrator, but according to Crazy Office Girl I do this because I want to disrupt her works and make her look bad by not putting her calls though to her - If they don't ask for her by name how the fuck am I supposed to know it's her they need to speak to?</i><br />
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6. Earth Girl will be more mindful of Crazy Office Girl when she is ordering things or asking members of the department if they want something<i> she isn't on my fucking team - that's why I don't ask her if she wants to order stuff, her own team admin can order stuff for her, she just has to fucking ask! </i> <br />
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7. Line manager will see if she can get one of us moved to a different desk <i>Dear God, Please, please, please, let them shift her to the other end of the office, Amen.</i>Earth Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935279169253039000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623401.post-72667693964440861732009-12-21T20:55:00.003+00:002010-04-27T18:52:26.916+01:00snow updateYes, I fell over again. <br /><br />This time I landed flat on my back half way down my road. I would like to thank the two chivalrous young men who rushed to my aid. Oh no, wait they didn't rush to my aid. They just sniggered. <br /><br />The little shits.Earth Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935279169253039000noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623401.post-57674454662498308192009-12-21T17:40:00.003+00:002010-04-27T18:49:46.015+01:00wet slushy f-ing snowI have just fallen over twice on my way from my office to the tube station (about 150 metres). <br /><br />My boots have no grip and they're not water tight, so as well as having 2 sore knees and a sore ankle, my toes are wet and cold. <br /><br />I hate the snow.Earth Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935279169253039000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623401.post-64515314590737236412009-12-16T10:17:00.002+00:002010-04-27T18:46:58.355+01:00some people just need to shut the fuck upWhen youu have no experience of a situation, don't offer you fucking opinion.<br /><br />Sorry. Had to Vent.Earth Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935279169253039000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623401.post-60879831641835849922009-12-12T19:11:00.002+00:002009-12-12T19:14:52.892+00:00long time no blogguess who just got a fancy new phone with internet access. Yeah, me. Now i can blog on the train on the way home !Earth Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935279169253039000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623401.post-15061285627505271892009-08-23T14:57:00.006+01:002009-10-06T17:54:53.343+01:00Oh dear, what can the matter be....It's been a busy and eventful weekend <i>pour moi</i>. <br /><br />Yesterday, I got stuck in a lavatory. I kid you not. <br /><br />I was about to head home from the Westfield shopping centre when I decided to use the loo. The only available cubical was the one at the far end with the wobbly door lock. I didn't think anything of it. It locked OK, but would not unlock, it just spun round and round and round. Had it been any other type of lock. I am certain I could have gotten myself out. But not at Westfield. Oh no they had to install big fancy doors with locks you can't get at. <br /><br />So, after about 2 minutes of knocking on the door and asking for help. The kind lady in the next cubicle went off to get the cleaning lady to help.<br /><br />The cleaning lady called security who came along after 10 minutes and decided to call maintenance. The cleaning lady realised this could take a looooooong time and hit on the idea of using a coin to spin the lock from the outside and open the door. And so, easy as that, I was free, embarrassed, but free.Earth Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935279169253039000noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623401.post-25651460405418341672009-07-19T19:03:00.004+01:002009-07-19T19:05:39.964+01:00Look what I made!I went to a cake decorating class.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2q77d0liQer3uISywdF61hMzwXNzViM64dihunPLPkDcacs4yxawVqzW-NuUNSz3Jq5Qu_Q5YLIGnbXAsjQHvxJRM7EI6fX-JN9TVtiCLBo_39dv97t6A1nLvLoLhAI169FGzxQ/s1600-h/P7110494.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2q77d0liQer3uISywdF61hMzwXNzViM64dihunPLPkDcacs4yxawVqzW-NuUNSz3Jq5Qu_Q5YLIGnbXAsjQHvxJRM7EI6fX-JN9TVtiCLBo_39dv97t6A1nLvLoLhAI169FGzxQ/s320/P7110494.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360233808451693474" /></a>Earth Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935279169253039000noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623401.post-3691401397792229192009-07-16T09:01:00.000+01:002010-09-03T09:03:40.821+01:00Overheard in the officePA to the CEO "I saw theses big white ducks on the pond."<br />Policy manager "Big whight ducks? You mean swans?"<br />PA to the CEO "Big white ducks."<br />Policy manager "You mean swans?"<br />Pa to the CEO "Swans?"<br />Policy manager "Swans"<br />Pa to the CEO "Swans... so yeah, I was looking at them and I was wondering how they would taste..."Earth Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935279169253039000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623401.post-76973837890373543682009-07-03T22:59:00.003+01:002009-07-23T12:17:12.593+01:00The CircusToday I walked home to the sound of <a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-1197041/Roll-roll-Take-That-bring-fun-Circus-Wembley.html">Take That live in concert</a>, live and Loud and eminating from Wembley Stadium. <br /><br />It was just like the good old days of the late 80s and early 90s when concerts at the original Wembley Stadium were so loud we could hear them inside the house with all the door and windows closed.<br /><br />I ended my day sat in the garden, glass of wine in hand, listening to the concert and watching the fireworks.Earth Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935279169253039000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623401.post-1357019656275437962009-06-30T18:26:00.000+01:002009-06-30T18:34:09.238+01:00back to the drawing boardI went swimming today and colapsed after 8 lengths. Pathetic.<br /><br />So I decided to set my self a new challenge and swim Liverpool to New York. that is until I found out how far apart they are. 5299km. It took me about 4 months to be fit enough to swim 1km at a time. it'll take me years. I need a shorter swim. Any sugestions?Earth Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935279169253039000noreply@blogger.com2