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Look How Pretty I am (and Mum's birthday gift)

Hospital yesterday. Wisdom tooth removal, was horizontal and impacted. Surgeon said afterwards he liked the challenge but no complications. Can open mouth half an inch. Liquid diet for now, pain worse today as is swelling. Ain't I beautiful?

Smudge near eye on same side turns out to be bruise. Oops. Tried to get it off.
Entertained self with putting Mum's gift together. She's 82 next week.
Turned out pretty well, got some of her favourite things plus some other stuff.


Mmm, hurty. Badness and meanie nurses only let me have 3 lots of painkillers per day, then just paracetamol which is like putting a band aid on a broken toe.
Byesies for now. ...Sies.

Watch these.

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Some of you may remember a post from Another blog in July 2008. It was this post.
I didn't know who the mime was at the time, and when I caught a few episodes of a show called How Not To Live Your Life , I felt I knew one of the characters from somewhere, but couldn't place him.

I was on the phone to my Dad last week and he mentioned some clips he thought I'd find funny, and told me the search terms for YouTube. He told me about the songs he'd mimed and that's when I remebered the post from Attilasoul's blog those years ago. I was pretty pleased there were more mimes, so I checked it out and realised that the man was David Armand and I DID know him from before that show.

Anyway, he's been on a newer comedy show (which, to me, seems rather rubbish apart from these bits) doing music mimes and people have to guess the song. I watched all 8 and 2 are by far my favourites.

Phonies: http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=bkzsoJf-UsA

Phonies: http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=nZ1BfI5y91s

General things once more

I'm currently:
..Achy from exercising. I won't be able to do my usual routines for a week or two after surgery on Friday, so I'm using this week to get loads in.
..Tired from oversleeping. Depression's hit me like a punch to the head and I often find myself either heading for the scissors or the bed, so I opt for the bed.
..Angry at someone for purposely bullying me because they can. Don't you hate passive-aggressivists? I suppose we're all guilty of it from time to time, but this one particular person just keeps on winding me up and making me feel bad about myself. Most of all, making me feel weak. And I HATE feeling weak, as I feel that way so often without outside influence anyway. Of course, I never stick up for myself.
..Very unsure. But that's pretty much the usual with me.

So, come Papa's birthday, it's off to hospital I go. Mik phoned up to confirm my surgery date and spoke to a helpful nurse who assured him it would be most likely that he'll be able to accompany and wait with me in our own little area that they have a few of for patients who have carers. Hopefully that will be the case. Hearing it's 99% probable has eased quite a bit of my anxiety.
The day before, I'm eating extra lol I'ma eat really well, exercise really well and take a bedtime sedative with either hot cocoa or warm milk and honey, cause I'm up at 5:30am on surgery day down

When I was amid my last breakdown and found that lump in my breast, I had been entirely housebound for a year or so, and I was so very brave to go to two biopsies. As my reward I got to have a good lunch and also a little cat toy that made me smile. This time, there'll be nutritional milkshakes for a couple of days and my reward may just be a pair of these:

Which I found on a MEGA sale recently and would be very fortunate to get before they disappear. It's not often I love a product so much I can't stop returning to its' webpage, so perhaps, along with having been brave, that'll override the guilt of buying them? No, I will still feel bad, I always do rolleyes but we'll see.

I'm a bit... Odd with people at the minute. I've kinda lost what little touch I had for interaction. My conversation with Papa this evening was more awkward than usual. It's taking me a lot longer to find words to convey what I actually mean and I'm finding it very difficult to sort of... well, talk. Blogs are handy, because you can kinda talk to everyone at once without needing to be appropriate. You know? It's almost like talking to myself, but with the added thing that other people will tell you if you're talking nonsense and perhaps even give some helpful input or even just make you laugh for a moment.

Well, I'm going now, I've gone and given myself a slight panic attack over something inconsequential and I can't concentrate anymore. SOrry if I'm being terse or anything lately btw.

News and Pictures and Shit (not literal faecal matter, mind)

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I'll break up the news and shit with random pictures. Why? Because I feel like it. Fuck you, that's why.

I enter a lot of competitions. Especially when there's a few knocking about for something I REALLY want. Since October I've been trying to win a Samsung Galaxy s2 for Mik's birthday. I was entering every competition giving one away that I found, even ones I usually don't.
Long story short, 2 days ago I got an email from a nice lady and today a postman made me sign for a shiny new £400 phone. Mik's happy, Mum gets his old phone, so I'm happy. I almost didn't enter the competition I won as I thought I probably didn't qualify, but I wrote in the form that I was sorry for entering if I wasn't eligible for the prize draw. Pretty glad I went for it, obviously.

Now see this.


We've had a lot of to-do around home lately, and nerves and emotions have been raw. I'm not making things easy, not at all. Like I said before, I have a helluva lot of challenge ahead this year, but I'm determined. I have priorities straight and I have realistic goals. S'it.

Look at this.
(Project here)

Had ANOTHER fucking pre-assessment at the hospital today, and my surgery date, which is two weeks today. Had the news that I'ma be on an all-female ward, which means no Mik. Obviously I freaked out majorly, there's a reason he's listed as my carer, but they told me I could both phone him and, once I have my surgery time told, sit with him where he waits until I have to go in. I'm worried, cause there's also a tiny chance he's not gonna be there when I come around from the anaesthesia. I know what I'm like when I'm put under stress like hospital, add in the grogginess and owies and I'll be in 5-year-old mode again mad I hate myself in that mode more than anything.
Told the nurse about my issues and she told me to make sure I take a sedative the night before so I sleep, in the morning with my last water before I fast, and bring some with me as I may need/be allowed more when I'm there (I gotta be there waiting super early). I won't be allowed water or anything and I dehydrate when panicking and use water to help calm down so I'm nervous there too. I figure I'll call Mik and take my phone and put one earphone in listening to music so that I can be immersed but not so much that I feel freaked out and can't hear or sense danger.
Whatever, I know what I mean. Anyway, I'm scared. Prolly you think I'm exaggerating or just being stupid. You're entitled to your wrong opinion.

This is very Mik and I:


The good news is that I'ma be fine and all healed by the time our 10th anniversary rolls around. I was a bit concerned I'd be all puffy and sore, but nope, it's 2 months from surgery day so I'm pretty much guaranteed to be okay.

Now 2 comics.



Yup.

Court shoes and cool socks

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I've been unwell physically and in my head lately. Feeling better on both fronts, moreso on the physical but not really so intelligent right now elsewhere. Things aren't making ever so much sense and concentration is very low, but I have this dress, it's a poofy black prom dress and the only not trainers I have are big knee high boots with many buckles and laces so I looked for others, and I found my first pair of court shoes on a website and they were reduced from I think £60 to just £12.50 becasue they were not in current season and had only 1 pair left not in my size, but the next day they had my size so I think a person returned them?
Anyway Being a fat, fat tomboy for most life and all of a sudden finding myself with a figure and a love of girl things, I do not know how to wear certain things such as corsets, fitted dresses and heeled shoes above very low,chunky ones. Now I can walk in them a bit I think they are 3 inches? Not sure, but I liked the idea of having a picture of being able to wear them properly so here it is

Sorry I don't know why it is so big.
These socks I liked a lot because they are different. At the back it's all a lace panel, nice.

Christmas/Birthdaynesses.

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Christmas
We got our very first tree! yes It's a mere 1 and a half feet tall, and decorated by me! bigsmile Here is a shitty photo!


Mama (Paternal Grandmother) Spoiled us as usual for presents; all the others under the little tree are from her, the others are stockings and extras we bought each other, so this is the loads we had to open on Christmas morn...


And here is all our collective loot! Mik did fantastically for me. Unfortunately due to my inability to go out alone, most of my stuff for Mik was from a cut-price supermarket (Mum accompanied me) but most was from Mum to us happy


The day itself was chilled. Dinner? Lush. Joyous.

We did OK for others' considering I'm still compiling your lots' gifts too, and both our birthdays, my papa's birthday and Mum's birthday all fall within 3 months! Momma was pleased, my sisters seemed pleased, the rest got little or nothing.


Birthday

Today is my birthday. I started as hospital for stupid surgery consultation. Panics and stuff but rest of day GOOD.
ANYWAY, Mik got me a few things early. This I chose for weirdity and Kitty!!!!!


And this ruby and silver ring I also chose:

Lookit: my ugleeee FACE!!!! and a ring (yes, i am drunk for the first time in many years and it is FUN and I am happy yay)
I cannot believe I can remember the code for pictures! lol thank the Lord for spell check bigsmile

ANYWAY

This is what is on order, also from Mikkle:
Look how fucking PRETTY!!!!

AND: this is what I got today:

The films are from Mik: Watership Down, favourite childhood film. Lion King: wanted on DVD for 10 years: Alice: wanted since release. Resi Quad: cool, Chick-flick combo, I LIKEY cause I'mma GIRLIE! love
Hello Kitty thing is an address book I chose today, as is big cute thing which is makeup case. Heart shaped thing is perfume ftom favourite aunt. Other thing is portable DVD player which Momma got me, I have always wanted! YAY!!!

Drunkie YES!!!

Birthday, for once, not fucked up.

Thankoo, people.
And David, and Karen, and Rosie, for extra lovingnessie niceity. heart

yes

Also Mikkle got me PERFECT gofts for both, not least the Sarah Millican DVD (comedian greatness) which I saved from Christmas for today which was AWESOME!!!

STUFF and LOVE and DRUNK and YAYNESS happy (seriously thank heavens for spellcheck and Mik for pointing out mistakes)

EDIT: Present from Daddy arrived this morning happy

Pretty amethyst bigsmile

Here's some photos of varying things.

I cannot sleep, my words are a bit broken, so here are some pictures instead that I was going to use properly but instead no. Smallest amount of talkie and just see. Descriptives under each.

Dress pic from ages ago deleted in shame. Much fatter picture up on blog for 2 posts ago so will try to not delete again. Fucking fat though.

Swarovski pendant from Dad for 18th Birthday. Was rusted for 2 years and I fixed during insomnia bout.
Liked accidental camera mistake. Arty, pretty closeup, odd disjointed angle. Like.

Same, proper non mistakey photo.

Some females use boobies etc to get things. I use pouty face. Works for mock sadness to still procure wanted thing. Works on homosexuals as well as not homosexuals, also, women. Likely due to shy nature, childlike manner in situations sometimes.

Hamper we made for favourite aunt and delightful children. Was difficult to assemble. Will gift later in month.

Used to be superfat, now I am just fat but with no boobs, which is why I have to use pouty face to get things from people.

Yesterday's lunch. Meant for party food bites but 2 portions and vegetables makes a filling meal for a social phobic.

That's all. I think.

The Guild Hall Of Leicester - Museumness

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So, we went to the Guild Hall twice recently. They've turned it into a museum/events venue, and we've been for both purposes. It's been a museum as long as I remember. I went once or twice on school trips when I was very small, so it was as new for me really as it was for Mik.
It's very small for a museum, but I managed a few photos.
The guild hall is really in six parts; the courtyard, the proceedings hall, the court, the bedroom, library and the prison. Of course, it started out as just the one building, for people of importance to meet and discuss things. Then the City bought it, added two wings and used it for all kinds of mayoral/council/justice proceedings.
We started in the courtyard.

I had to get a photo of the wonky windows lol I've been in so many similar buildings with just such wonderful warping and handiwork... The Guild Hall is typical of Tudor style architecture, although I hadn't been able to get a good photo depicting the usual half-timbering and façades you tend to think of when you think "Tudor House" - you know, the white walls and black timbers.

Moving on!

Well, they had a lot of Halloween plastic stupid shit up for the kid trips they were accommodating, so I got no photos of the actual two main halls. Most components of which were all stupidly cheapened by some kind of scavenger hunt. Don't get me wrong, it's great for the kids, but annoying for me. Anyway, all I managed was a fireplace shot of the proceedings hall:

Which is a bit cut off due to more silly Halloween stuff lower down.
The red thing you see in the centre of this very gaudy fireplace is the Crest of Leicester City. Interestingly the Wyvern sits atop the crest, but the two lions that are supposed to be either side are not visible. It just seems to be a pattern.
The five-petalled white flower has become a logo for Leicester. Those small things on each petal are each supposed to represent the tail of an Ermine; I have no clue why :inane:

Next we visited the court, and once more decorations got in the way of what I wanted to photograph awww I did manage to get a not-so-good-shot of... Well, it's not a plaque, as it's too big. It's high up on the wall, built into the structure above one of the doors in the court. And the words on it are Bible quotes, and rather creepy to me.

The top reads Ecclesiastes 12:14, "God shall bring every work into judgement, with every secret thing, whether it be good, or whether it be evil. Fear God and keep His commandments: for this is the whole duty of man."
The left reads Proverbs 16:13, "Righteous lips are the delight of kings and the king loveth him that speaketh right"
and the right, Psalm 37:23: "The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord, and he delighteth in his way". Yeah, I agreeth not with that. But this is no venue for religious opinion, I think this would have done a very good job in the court regardless.

Next up we have a bedroom prepared especially for the County Recorder.

As they had been given the authority to hear of all kinds of cases arising in Leicester, the Recorder had to work all kinds of hours. This bedroom was prepared in 1580 for the person who held the job. The furniture has all been replaced with replica stuff, however, since the originals were lost.

Next up we have the library, which was the public library for the town. There are so many bookcases like this;

And all these books are ANCIENT. And real, I am pretty sure. We are not allowed to touch them. But we looked at many of the title on the spines and many seems to be on operas, or plays of some kind. There were so very many, and you can smell the smell of old book happy
The did have one book open, on display on a table, and that was a very old, very large Bible.

Also within the library are some really old wooden chests. Now, I have a penchant for wooden chests, especially antique ones. And this one is so very old and battered;

As you can see, the top half the the lock has gone. The wood has warped and chipped away. It does not even close properly. BUT! We were naughty and lifted the lid and yowza, is it a heavy beast! I mean, REALLY heavy. Which I loved. Nowadays you struggle to find good, high quality heavy weight stuff.
We couldn't leave the library without getting a photo of the ugly adornment on the big vanity mirror, which I can only imagine was put there for the mayor. p


Lastly, the prison.
Two cells are left, although I'm quite positive there used to be more. They'd decorated them with fake cobwebs and junk for the kids, but I decided that wasn't too bad compared with all the neon spiders and stuff they'd put elsewhere.

^Looks like Jason Lee lol

The first one scared Mik lol It's REALLY dark in there, you can only see so much because of my camera flash. So if you don't see the little button and press it to make the light inside come on, you have a silhouette of a person scared I'd remembered that the dummies were in there, but Mik was really creeped for a second lol
Anyway, the second criminal (yes, awful picture, sorry) is based on a 17 year old girl from the Victorian period. A man of the cloth took her in and she stole a bunch of his wife's jewellery, and was given 6 month's hard labour as punishment. Wanna see a creepy-ass close up of that cell?

Don't ask me why there's a little kid dummy in there. No idea left

Next up we have the replica Gibbet. Complete with fake cobwebbery irked

Gibbets were used to display the dead bodies of hanged criminals publicly; to shame, to warn. This replica is of one in which a criminal was displayed in 1832; one John Cook, who murdered a traveller named John Paas, thinking he'd have a bit of money to take.
Cook killed Paas with a a pin from Cook's book press. Paas tried to defend himself with a hammer but was killed by the second blow from the pin.
The funny thing is that he was only caught because of a fire which happened while he was out, where they discovered a mass of flesh, which of course, turned out to be human, and part of the hacked-up remains of Paas that Cook had tried to dispose of.
He was tarred, hanged and put in the Gibbet for all to see.

That's not all they used to do to criminals though, they made them squeeze their moobs for dirty prison photo shoots eek

lol Okay, no, that's just hands up to show no funny business photos... But it made me laugh a lot on the day p