![]() Looking back over my last diary entry makes me feel like deleting it as dear lord above, didnt I sound sorry for myself? I wont delete it as we ladies all have periods and we all know the feeling of needing to be locked in a dark room on our own (preferably without a laptop to blog with). So with that in mind I am now doom (and period) free and feel more like the bottle of vodka half full kinda gal that I usually am. Dont get me wrong, some days things just dont go quite my way, but I am big enough and ugly enough to take these things on the chin with a shot of Tequila (because it makes me happy). Marmaris gets me down but it also gets me up and I am on the up side of the scale this week (well, so far so good anyway!). So what have I been up to? Amongst other things, a lot of snogging thats what (but with the same fella so dont judge me just yet). My week so far has gone something like this: Monday: Funnily enough I thought I would wake up feeling on top of the world. I didnt. I found myself still in the labyrinth of impending doom, not wanting to leave the house as I may have to talk to someone. I managed to miss one of team mingers birthday dinners and that just added fuel to the non exsistant fire not burning within. I do not wish to discuss Monday anymore. Tuesday: Finally I woke up feeling nearly me again. It was seriously about time too as enough of this shit I tell you! So I cracked on with some work and then took a nonce into town as the Yanki had invited me to take a tour of his boat/yacht/water going vessel that is looking less like the fore mentioned water going vessel and more like a rough draft of Noah's arc. He assured me that indeed they would be leaving on it in full glory to waters filled with less hassle come mid September. Dam that arc! I wonder if it is fire proof? I shouldnt say things like that as it would be just my luck for the thing to set on fire and burn to the ground, and who would be looked at to blame due to blogging? About time to shut up I would say. Anyway I had a nice tour of the arc which lead on to a couple of afternoon shandy's on the marina where another American captain (all be him older) was also chilling with a beer. Needless to say boys of any age like to talk about big things (or what they like to class as big) and a discussion of water going vessels promptly took place. So I played with the dog. Not my dog but 'a' dog. Anyway I had taken just as much water going vessel chat as I could take for a day and made my excuses to nonce back home (not through rudeness I would just like to add) as I had quiz and bingo to get ready for. How exciting is my life? I would also like to add here that the quiz and bingo went very well and I shouldnt make sarcastic comments about my life when I enjoy doing these things. Anyway, a few more beers were consumed and the Yanki met me at my house (this is were the snogging began). You get the picture. I hope my Mother decides not to comment and embarrass me here, but time will only tell. Wednesday: Hangover, me? Urm, yes actually, but life goes on and I was in a good mood so never mind a little hangover to try to get me back to the other side where the doom is always lurking, preying on the weak. Alas, work had to be done and to be fair, I did it well. As well as one can when ones mind is else where. Anyway enough of that boring stuff as the Yanki was coming over with Pizza for DVD night (and more snogging). The snogging went well, but his pizza ended up as road kill on the way over (so we shared mine), the DVD was good, but we couldnt watch the ending due to crappy arsed thing not wishing to play any further and the Guc Pig (my crazy dog) nearly went back to the pet shop after 6 years of him being with me. I find that telling my dog when he's bad that going back to the pet shop does not work at all, so I may give up on that one. Anyway, I never did mind about the little things and the night was a good one. Even the ex snappy dressing non English speaking suitor calling at 1am didnt put a dampener on things. I didnt answer in case you were wondering. Why is it that these lunatics think that they can get away with calling you all the names under the sun and then when they decide to ring that us Brits will come running? I mean no offence with the following statement, however it is usually because some Brits/foreigners do go running. Notthisbrit.com If you are a gal that is happy to put up with that crap then my hat off to you for having the most tolerance/patience/key giving skills (see earlier posts) to make you happy. And if you are happy then it doesnt matter, but my guess is that a woman with anything about her could not possibly be happy under those kind of circumstances. Feel free to let me know if I am wrong here. Girl Power and all that :) It is now Thursday and that can mean only one thing: Yes I have to bloody well sing tonight as no one ever wants to get up and go first at the karaoke, so that leaves me as the 'hostess with the mostess' to do it. God help those around tonight thats all I can say. Yes dear 5 readers of mine, I am back in the land of positivity and no one will stand in my way of being the happy go lucky vodka drinking gal that I am. Until the next update, happy snogging people :)
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