I'm off ill!
I can't afford this, every TV programme has got premium rate phone line competitions for me to enter.
So far I could win a car, a 2 week holiday to LA for 4 plus £500 spending money, and a weekend shopping trip to London. However, nothing can beat yesterday's prize of a Daniel O'Donnell CD. It might be signed..will let u know..

Buggerola, I'm getting ready to go back to work now.

Woo-hoo! look What I found. (well I found my user-name whilst searching for some Toblerone-related pics)

Sad thing is, not a lot has happened since mi last entry.

still here.

In exactly 2 weeks!! My life is just one unfortunately timed mistake.

Dam, I just typed a full paragraph of confessions, then deleted it. I'm too ashamed to type it. Errgh.

this is for my own information only.
bounty kitchen roll is not for me.

oh I forgot about this journal!! Nothing much has happened since March. Apart from seeing Morrissey in London....nearly getting fired from work for snooping into things...and the kids starting/changing schools.

Always nice to have something to look forward to though, so I've booked myself some tickets to see the red hot chili peppers (yes, that is the correct spelling) in March next year, just before my 32nd birthday.
I can't wait for Morrissey to announce his Glasgow date(s)..yes it will happen for the more cynical amongst us. In London the crowd was, I would say, 75% scottish so he knows where his fans come from. (the Morr iss saay chant definitely had a scottish lilt to it).

Oh, time to get up noo! I'll write something interesting later..maybe..after my hectic Friday night out.

Oh mother I can feel the soil falling over my head!
Gosh, I suppose I should start acting like an adult now that I am thirty-something. My birthday was a non-event. Took the day off as Shaun had been sick the night before, so spent the day washing all the bedsheets etc. Strange how as soon as he knew he was getting a day off school he seemed to buck up. Anyway you know you're getting old when you get flowers for your birthday instead of record tokens.

I had a parent's night at Shaun's school the other day. Was absolutely devastated to find out that he is dyslexic. I knew that he had some kind of learning problems, but I never even knew they had tested him. So it did come as a bit of a shock to me. Had a wee cry about it and spoke to my mum who put things into perspective. Okay, so he's dyslexic but it's not life threatening, is it? They asked at the school if there was any history of it in the family, I said absolutely definitely "no". It wasn't until later that I realised that Shaun has another side of the family i.e. his father's side. And it all adds up now: I thought his father was just lazy and ignorant (he used to ask me to fill out all his forms for him - he claims sickness benefit because he is addicted to alcohol - and he gets extra money for that, and never even has to look for a job). So I guess the dyslexia comes from his side of the family. Which worries me greatly: if he has genes from that side of the family: his auntie (the arse's sister) killed herself on holiday by jumping from the top of the hotel as she was depressed and the rest of them are mentally unstable. Are illnesses like that hereditary?

The other ironic thing is that we (me and another teacher's daughter colleague) slag everybody off about their spelling and grammatical mistakes at work. I get so annoyed even at adverts for Pizza's and Kebab's. This is my payback I guess. We should concentrate on things that he is good at, for instance, em. I'll need to think about that one. He's good at talking, very good. At the medical surgery the other day the doctor had asked if I was married or had a partner, to which I replied, no I was single. Shaun piped up "No, no, she's married. She's married to Morrissey" Dunno what the doctor thought, he was a bit too old and serious to have heard of Morrissey. Luckily Shaun quickly changed the subject by asking what computer games the doctor could play on his computer. Then proceeded to have a good look in his desk-tidy. I have to go for a smear-test in a couple of weeks. God knows what questions he'll ask then. :)

I hope news of this tour gets out quite soon. Don't the organisers realise we have to PLAN for these things. Months in advance. Babysitters, travel, hotel etc. And getting the money to pay for all these things. Thank goodness I have my good old plastic friend (not that kind).

No death threats this week. It's going well.

Later!

Well, I became an Auntie again today!! Baby Morven Leah was born at 5.38 this morning (her dad is a Star Wars fan, hence the middle name). And I haven't been able to go and see her yet. The problem is that the maternity hospital changed location on Saturday and the new hospital is much more difficult to get to, especially when you don't have a car. So I only have the description, which isn't much, and now I have to go and buy lots of girly things. They were so sure of having another boy, so this is a really lovely surprise.

I am rather disappointed at my "friends". I won tickets to go see Lloyd Cole last night and tried to get one of them to accompany me. First "friend" said a definite "no, not interested", second "friend" never phoned me back, third "friend" not available on the phone all day. I had given up all hope of going, but my little darling Shaun said he would come with me. So at the age of 7½ he has been to his first concert which he really enjoyed. It was, I would say, a good conert but the audience were a little subdued. I seemed to be the only one cheering and "whoo-ing" (which Shaun was a little embarassed at) and I got filthy looks from the 2 snobby cows in front for tapping feet and singing along. Is this not what a live concert is about? Anyhow we got our CD signed by the man himself with the dedication "To Lynne and Shaun - Happy Life..Lloyd Cole" which we're chuffed to bits with.

I think I should start looking for a new range of friends..my current ones have a love triangle going on that would confuse Jerry Springer. And I only found out because I was an acute angle in that triangle for a brief period. It's confusing..and I think I'm better of keeping out of it for the time being.

And the best news of the day? Even better than the arrival of my new niece? The ARSE has broken his arm (I will find out how later, I think perhaps somebody did it to him perhaps drink/drugs related). But anyway he was on the phone to me giving me his woeful story of how painful it was..and I laughed and laughed at him. It was his left arm which got broken, so he will still be able to continue with his speciality. I told him to go ask his mum for 20p so he could phone somebody that gave a shit. And still he went on moaning and moaning, until I had to put down the phone because there were tears of laughter in my eyes and I couldn't speak. I'm not a nasty person, but the poo I had to put with in all my years with him, well let's just sing Karma Chameleon to him.

Oh, and we also achieved a picture of Morrissey in The Metro today. Following on from my letter on Friday, there have been 3 replies and it was the major headline. Gosh it certainly cheers up your bus journey in the morning to see that.

Ok, that's it.

I hate Sundays!
Although my sister is due to give birth today, so I'm on constant standby if I'm needed(for babysitting her other kid, not delivering the baby). I feel really terrible that I haven't bought anything for the new baby, with her first I had bought a huge box of things. This poor child is going to grow up with an inferiority complex. It's also quite sad that this is the last time she is going to be pregnant (so she says) and also my child-bearing days are over so hopefully we'll get a little girl just for a change.

Was having a meander around the Sunday market today (for bootleg CDs and VCDs, ended up buying Sterephonics and Pink??, plus Harry Potter for the kiddies). I had on my Malajusted T-shirt and suddenly heard the most wonderful sounds coming from the other side of the building. My poor kids must have wondered what was wrong with their mum, I was dumbfounded and kept saying "Oh! oh!" whilst dragging them round to the record stall. The guy had Hatful on Hollow on full blast. He had the French vinyl version on sale for £25 - don't know if this is a bargain or not but seeing as I don't have a record player decided against it.

Also just discovered today that school doesn't open again until Tuesday, so Shaun will have to come into work with me tomorrow..which isn't a problem for me but I don't think the rest of the staff have the patience for kids who go on & on about bionicles and megazords.

But anyway, I'm still alive after Friday's death threats from The Arse. If you don't see any more journal entries from me, then you know what's happened...

Until the next time.

well, I have snooped on everybody else's journal so can basically understand this journal system has no rules to it whatsoever.

I started a diary this year, however gave up after a couple of days.

Can somebody tell me, are you supposed to write entries just to keep a record of what has happened in your life, or to let other people know what has happened? I'm kind of dumb. Just had a laugh reading ploppy pants' entries, he or she is one crazy person, but with a humorous insanity that I can relate to.

ho hum, I'm no good at this. It's either this or sitting watching fox kids all afternoon.

wonder what time jackie chan is on..