The Blog Continues
Technically; the raison d'etre of this blog is gone.
I mean, we've gone and done the deed, haven't we?
We've gone and planned a wedding do, gone a whole bunch of friends drunk in the process and chartered the progress on the Net through this bit if cyberspace.
I mean, technically, since the blog's name is gnatweds, it is well... abit passe now.
But, over the christmas celebrations, we had really nice comments about the blog: it seems like gnatweds has fans (!) People are actually reading the adventures that G & I get up too... ok, the non-adventures actually, that we get up to..geez, I'm chuffed on behalf of the blog.
Anyway, it was really quite a nightmare before Christmas... work wise. I'll spare you the gory details about what scandals broke during the week but suffice to say, even though I fell sick with a horrid flu; I still had to write stuff anyway. It was THAT bad.
And trying to squeeze all your shopping into THREE hours over Christmas eve is simply not a good recipe for the christmas spirit. I felt more like scrooge, even though the credit card bill will say otherwise, but it didn't feel like Christmas... carols? Bah. Tinsel? Double Bah.
Tis the time for horrible cheesy shows on telly, usually about some kid trying to find his way home or being left behind for Christmas, creating mayhem on the way... and people yelling Merry Christmas at you while shoving donation tins in your face.
Plus, the weather has been pretty horrid - the washing simply isn't drying. G has YET to clean up his coffee machine despite repeated requests... GRRR....
Christmas? Bah. Humbug.
For these extremely grumpy times, I like this wonderful thump-their-brains out flash game, which can be accessed here. Very Cathartic. You might want to try it out too.
That said... the Christmas parties were good. Team Williams served up amazing lamb and gave me a nice Irish whisky mixer with cloves and lemon to clear up my head cold/flu. Eugene promptly took most of it exclaiming while it gulping down: "It's yummmy! I feel better already!" please note that, humpf, he's not the one who's technically sick here.
There were a couple of big family dos where I - yet again - ate too much.
I am beginning to look like a blimp. *bloat bloat* time to hit the gym and roller blading again.
At Den's there was a lot of drinking, great food.
At Aunt Milly's there was even more food and carolling.
But Rez and Karen's took the cake. Everyone had a baby/is going to have a baby. So as you can well imagine. It was all coochie coochie cooooooo. Imagine that for many years before that the de riguer christmas was to sit around with plenty of booze and cigs and figure out which was the next pub we'd hit. Sigh. The world has changed.
Eugene decided to cook yesterday - he's brought the food to work today to cheer everyone on call up. Will report on what they think of his cooking.
He rather snidely pointed out that I didn't cook at all. My retort is he's never going to get a clean shirt again. SNORT. You should see the way he does laundry.
Oh I've been tagged by one of my bestest friends weiyng
This is strange game played primarily among bloggers. What happens is that you choose a strange task: I have seen examples of tags like take the fifth line of the 26th post and tell us what exactly you were thinking about at the time/make a funny sentence etc...post it, and then tag five more persons.
This time, I'm supposed to come up with five weird habits...
since this gnatweds, I'll come up with a couple for both of us.
1) G picks the skin of his hands and feet incessantly. It's his way to dealing with silences I think.
2) I need a book/something to read to do No.2. No book/reading material, no going poo.
Hummm... will think of more wierd habits and post em up as soon as I can.
I mean, we've gone and done the deed, haven't we?
We've gone and planned a wedding do, gone a whole bunch of friends drunk in the process and chartered the progress on the Net through this bit if cyberspace.
I mean, technically, since the blog's name is gnatweds, it is well... abit passe now.
But, over the christmas celebrations, we had really nice comments about the blog: it seems like gnatweds has fans (!) People are actually reading the adventures that G & I get up too... ok, the non-adventures actually, that we get up to..geez, I'm chuffed on behalf of the blog.
Anyway, it was really quite a nightmare before Christmas... work wise. I'll spare you the gory details about what scandals broke during the week but suffice to say, even though I fell sick with a horrid flu; I still had to write stuff anyway. It was THAT bad.
And trying to squeeze all your shopping into THREE hours over Christmas eve is simply not a good recipe for the christmas spirit. I felt more like scrooge, even though the credit card bill will say otherwise, but it didn't feel like Christmas... carols? Bah. Tinsel? Double Bah.
Tis the time for horrible cheesy shows on telly, usually about some kid trying to find his way home or being left behind for Christmas, creating mayhem on the way... and people yelling Merry Christmas at you while shoving donation tins in your face.
Plus, the weather has been pretty horrid - the washing simply isn't drying. G has YET to clean up his coffee machine despite repeated requests... GRRR....
Christmas? Bah. Humbug.
For these extremely grumpy times, I like this wonderful thump-their-brains out flash game, which can be accessed here. Very Cathartic. You might want to try it out too.
That said... the Christmas parties were good. Team Williams served up amazing lamb and gave me a nice Irish whisky mixer with cloves and lemon to clear up my head cold/flu. Eugene promptly took most of it exclaiming while it gulping down: "It's yummmy! I feel better already!" please note that, humpf, he's not the one who's technically sick here.
There were a couple of big family dos where I - yet again - ate too much.
I am beginning to look like a blimp. *bloat bloat* time to hit the gym and roller blading again.
At Den's there was a lot of drinking, great food.
At Aunt Milly's there was even more food and carolling.
But Rez and Karen's took the cake. Everyone had a baby/is going to have a baby. So as you can well imagine. It was all coochie coochie cooooooo. Imagine that for many years before that the de riguer christmas was to sit around with plenty of booze and cigs and figure out which was the next pub we'd hit. Sigh. The world has changed.
Eugene decided to cook yesterday - he's brought the food to work today to cheer everyone on call up. Will report on what they think of his cooking.
He rather snidely pointed out that I didn't cook at all. My retort is he's never going to get a clean shirt again. SNORT. You should see the way he does laundry.
Oh I've been tagged by one of my bestest friends weiyng
This is strange game played primarily among bloggers. What happens is that you choose a strange task: I have seen examples of tags like take the fifth line of the 26th post and tell us what exactly you were thinking about at the time/make a funny sentence etc...post it, and then tag five more persons.
This time, I'm supposed to come up with five weird habits...
since this gnatweds, I'll come up with a couple for both of us.
1) G picks the skin of his hands and feet incessantly. It's his way to dealing with silences I think.
2) I need a book/something to read to do No.2. No book/reading material, no going poo.
Hummm... will think of more wierd habits and post em up as soon as I can.
