![]() With my blues well and truly gone, I have found myself wondering just what it is about periods that locks us ladies in the labyrinth of doom? I decided to stop wondering about it as I found myself faced with an age old statement that men will never truly understand: Hormones. Sod the hormones I say. They only come round once every month after all! Anyway, back to the activities, as thats what my diary is all about: Thursday (Part 2) - After the Karaoke night had finished I nipped down to Faros for 'just one drink' with a good friend of mine that was on holiday. Just one drink turned into a bad assed night down Bar Street wouldnt you know it. I cant even say that I was dressed for the occasion however at least I had my lashes on! The night was a dam good one, however I have no idea how I got home or what time that may have been, but I do know one thing: Waking up on the hall way floor fully clothed with my handbag still on my shoulder and my killer heels still attached to my feet means that I didnt make it up to bed. Achingallover.com does not do this nearly 31 year old body any good at all. Ahh well, at least I wore my lashes! Friday - What can I say about the ridiculous hangover that would not piss off? Not much so I wont bore you with how sodding ill I happened to be for the entire day and night. I did manage to cook for the Yanki though. I cooked a dirty big veggie lasagna and it was fit even if I do say so myself. And I didnt even have to drink a drop of alcohol (someone upstairs was looking out for me for once). Yes it was a nice night and even though I had a dirty stinker of a hangover, I enjoyed myself :) Saturday - The Benders from Eastenders is the only way to start a Saturday off. 2 full hours of catch up definitely chilled me out. I actually had no plans to go out and didnt even wish to go out which is rather odd to say the least. I decided to go for a catch up with my good friend Jackie whilst putting the world to rights. What is it about 2 fully grown adult women and their need to talk for hours without coming up for breath? Having your girlfriends and Mingers around you is the only way that you can survive in this crazy land I swear. Roll on the winter I say when I can be on constant catch up with my friends! My fellow Vodka drinking friend Korhan was not hitting the town either so we decided to have an Amy Winehouse remembrance night round at my house. In true 'fans of Amy' style we toasted our Gin filled glasses whilst listening to her amazing voice and updating facebook telling all that was online just how much we missed her. Fans are fans at the end of the day, and even though my thoughts are with those effected with what that evil physco man did in Norway, it still annoyed me that people cant see that a loss of a life is a loss of a life, and that dear readers is a huge tragedy to a fan. And when the commiserating was over, we went for soup. Sunday - The Yanki and I had arranged to go picnicing for the day. We headed off on the back of his scooter out of Marmaris and up a road I had never been up before which shocked the hell out of me as I thought I knew every road that surrounded Marmaris! Goes to show that you can see something new occasionally after being here for 14 years. We had a wicked day and I got my vampire white skin burnt to buggery. Stupid white skin! Anyway, to chill the skin down a few beers were indulged in on the marina whilst the Yanki [tried] to teach me Chess. I had an advantage as a little old British man came to my aid and I managed to win a game! I also found out that before the Yanki and I had ever met, his friends in America were checking out Marmaris online and happened to come across my blog to which they sent him the link. And thats how we met. It blows my mind (even with the power of the world wide web) that his friends in the States stumbeled upon this site of mine, yet the Yanki and I had never met and we were both in Marmaris at the same time, only meeting when his pals sent him the link and he did a bit of stalking (sorry Yanki, couldnt help that one). Could that be the Universal Law of Attraction working again? It also blows my mind that since I started mastering the Law of Attraction, thoughts really do become things. Long live the 'The Secret'! Anyway, moving on before I decide to change this diary entry into a Law of Attraction homage, after all the wining of chess, Sister Shaun decided to grace us with his presence but up on the beach front for an hour. By this time, I must say I did not wish to drink any more beer and after food with friends, the Yanki and I went back up home to my house. Yes I love the weekends here and I am happy to report a bloody good one for this weekend, but I am definitely looking forward to seeing more of the world come the end of December! And for once my Sunday impending doom did not come to visit. How odd? Anyway, now that its Monday and its back to the grind, life has kicked back into the reality of action again. Why are Mondays so hard to get through even though I am not surrounded by the grey skies of the UK? I guess Monday's are Monday's anywhere you go in the working world... Oh how I do wish my life was made up of just Saturdays and Sundays sometimes. Life. Apparently it's a bitch. Not this week though. Talk about good Karma :)
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