She was absolutely hideous yesterday just because she wanted a bag of crisps. I don’t know if she’s picking up things from the other children at Nursery, but she’s been getting so rude and arrogant. We have to keep reminding her to use her manners which we don’t usually have to do, sometimes with her flat-out refusing to say “please” or “thank you”. In which case, I just put back whatever it is that she wanted until she’s polite about it.

Anyway, yesterday she wanted a bag of crisps on the way home from Nursery, but when she couldn’t get them straight away she threw a huge tantrum in the shop. Dave said that she was screaming at the top of her lungs and kept running away. He just wanted to get her home, so he put her on his shoulders and walked home. She screamed, kicked and scratched at him all the way home. By the time they get home, she’d got herself into such a state that she was hiccupping, but still screaming. I find out what’s wrong and she thinks that she can get me to give her crisps instead of Dave. I tell her no as well and she went absolutely nuts!

We put her upstairs in her bedroom until she calms down. For about 15 minutes all we can hear is screaming and things being thrown around the room. When the noise stops, I go in the room to her and the whole floor is literally covered in her toys and books. There is absolutely nothing left on tables or shelves. So I sit down on her bed, ask her if she’s finished now and she nods at me. She then has the cheek to say that she wants to go downstairs to play and grabs a random handful of toys. I say “No. We’re going downstairs so you can say sorry to your Dad, then you’re helping me tidy up this mess”. She refuses so I tell her that she can stay up in her room a little longer then, which she starts whinging at. I repeat what I said to her and after the third time (and last time, I tell her), she calms down and agrees.

As soon as she gets downstairs though, she goes nuts again and demands crisps Back up the stairs we go! I sit on her bed again and ignore her until she calms down the say that she can help me to tidy up. She’s reluctant at first, but she gets into it after a while because I make it into a ‘teamwork’ type thing. I’m still doing most of the work, but as long as she’s trying, I’m happy. I had to ask Dave to take over after a while as I had to get ready for work, but it was good to get her calmed down before I had to go. Apparently she was all lovey-dovey while I was at work, telling Dave she loved him, saying “No shouting now. No more shouting is there?” and saying sorry.

Hopefully we won’t have to go through all this again today! :damnyou:

At the moment I have to unplug the phone to get online as I need to get a splitter for the phone-line. Apparently, the way the engineers connected us to the same place as the phone-line without a splitter means that it gets overloaded. Or something. So Dave-Face has gone to get a splitter from up town, which will hopefully work.

I was planning on having a Bexy Late Night Special (so to speak) last night as I’ve got 4 of Lost episodes to catch up on as well as South Park and 24. Oh, and this really cool programme on giant snakes that I’d recorded. I had pizza, plenty of iced tea, Lydia was sleeping fine and Dave had gone to bed early. It was going to be great. To top it all off I would finally be able to catch up with everyone and everything that I’d missed.

Well. I watched 2 episodes of Lost. The third was the same as the second, as I accidentally recorded the repeat instead of the new episode. I couldn’t watch the fourth because I need to see the third first. Grr. I also couldn’t watch 24 as for some reason it decided to stop recording right at the beginning. My viewing plans ruined, I decided to nosey online and read some emails.

“Can’t connect”
*narrows eyes at monitor before clicking again*
“Can’t connect”
*explodes in a fit of nerd-rage*

Feeling thoroughly defeated I decided to save South Park for another night and retreated to bed.

The documentary about giant snakes was cool though.

I will catch up with emails/net stuff asap!

IF THIS SITE GOES DOWN, I’M TAKING YOU ALL WITH ME! :damnyou:

Edit: OK, it’s done, you’re safe for now. I’m getting too old for this shit.

At least I’m /usually/ managing to keep the miserable faces to a minimum. Thankfully the urge to over-compensate and act totally hyper is keeping most people from asking what’s wrong. I’m a tower of strength until people ask me how I am, then I crumble like a biscuit after too many tea dunkings.

We think we’ve found a house that we like the look of. We went for a viewing at another property a few days ago, and it was nice but a bit small. If we’re going to be forced to move, we don’t want to just move to a place further away but is basically the same house. We at least want something a little more spacious. Of course then we can’t afford it We’ve got a woman from the Council coming to visit on Monday to talk about Council Houses and then we’ve got a viewing of another house on Tuesday. Fun fun fun!

I’ll get this posted anyway and I’ll hopefully be able to begin to catch up with everything/everyone online. Bear with me, please!

My Mum had a bit of a party last week to celebrate our friend passing all his tests to become THE LAW (i.e. a Policeman) Yay! Well done, Christian! I’ll try not to do many illegal things, lest I invoke your Policey wrath! Anyway, Lydia and myself were walking along to Mum’s house to go to the party when out of nowhere it started /pouring/ down with rain. The wind was unbelievable too. It was like being in a wind tunnel or something. Luckily I was already carrying Lydia otherwise I think she would have been blown away!

It sounds ridiculous, but it was such a struggle to move forward against the wind even with my extra baggage. It was really quite scary to be out in it as I was out on my own with Lydia, I couldn’t see anything because of the rain on my glasses, and I could barely move forward because of the wind. On top of all that was Lydia crying her eyes out because she got a face full of rain. I just made a run for it because I knew exactly where to go even though I couldn’t see. We made it to my Mum’s house safely and were rewarded for our bravery with yummy sandwiches

The moral of this story is: Say hello to Barbara for me. I’ve been watching her at night.

Anyway, tonight I get back from work and decide to waffle at my mates on MSN until my Chinese takeway arrived. This girl added me about 2 days ago, and this is the first time that she’s spoken to me:

PAIGE GO ON MY GOOD FRIEND:d: hi who is this
Bex: you added me. I was wondering the same thing
PAIGE GO ON MY GOOD FRIEND:d: ok do you know who i am?
Bex: nope
PAIGE GO ON MY GOOD FRIEND:d: ok a you a really person
Bex: pardon?
PAIGE GO ON MY GOOD FRIEND:d: are you a robot?
PAIGE GO ON MY GOOD FRIEND:d: ???
Bex: ok, bye bye now. can’t be arsed with random people adding me without even knowing who I am
PAIGE GO ON MY GOOD FRIEND:d: what is your name?]
Bex: oh ffs

At that point I blocked her. I mean, my name is right there. I kinda wish I’d strung her along a bit now, but oh well

It’s been a cool week so far, despite the pain, as I’ve had fun things to focus on. Dave surprised me on Tuesday by booking an appointment for a pampering session at the hairdressers – yay! He even booked a taxi to get me there and back! It’s only up the road, but he said what’s the point of have a day to spoil yourself rotten if you have to walk there? Aww! It was so nice I had my hair cut and straightened (that was a big job for the hairdresser, heheh!), then I went to a coffee shop for a latte and had a nice read for a bit. Absolute bliss!

I’ll be starting the early shift in a couple of weeks (27th). I’ll be helping with the training for the new Keyers too, so I’ll have to dust off the ol’ riding crop to assist in my new Regime of Ultimate Pain aka Training Days. Below is an illustrated guide to how the training will go:

Me -> <– new Keyers

I’ll have less of a beard in real life. Maybe. I’m keeping the hat though.

I’ve /finally/ started to upload pictures of Lydia/other stuff to a photo gallery. I’ll carry on with that tonight, and when there’s more than 6 pictures there, I’ll share. Hardly any pics of my ugly mug, you’ll be reassured to know

It seems that terraced houses aren’t pretty enough any more. So far they’ve built an apartment block of 1 bedroom houses. It looks very pretty from the outside, but inside there’s no room whatsoever. They’re unbelievably tiny. That’s all they’ve built so far too. They knocked down the area that I used to deliver newspapers to about 2yrs ago now, but still haven’t built any new housing.

That’s the thing that pisses me off. I don’t particularly want to move, but if I have to, I’d really like somewhere to move into! I want to stay close to where we currently are because neither of us drive and we have the local school practically on our doorstep. We’re also really close to town which is a big help for me seeing as I can’t walk very far because of my disabilitahhh. They’re ‘renewing’ the whole area though, so we don’t know where we can move to locally because in a few months the street we move to might be knocked down too! ARARGARGGARBLEGARBLE!

We’ll just have to wait until our house gets valued then we can see how much we have to spend. I can’t rest until then!

During one of the Women’s Groups, everyone was talking about their low self-esteem and stuff, and joking about how we hate these women who still look gorgeous despite having babies, no time to themselves, etc. Well, when the Therapist asked me how I was going to try to relax and cheer myself up, I said that I was going to have a big pampering session and watch some American Cheerleaders getting killed (like watching a couple of slasher movies). Everyone laughed and I thought everything was fine.

The following Monday I went to the craft class and made a t-shirt for Lydia which said <baby /> and underneath that, “My Mum’s a geek”. That’s not offensive or anything, right? Well, the woman in charge of the craft class thought that <baby /> was a website address. When she got home, she typed it into the address bar, and it apparently went to a baby death site! :shock: Not only did she think that I was advertising that sick shit on my baby’s t-shirt, she thought that it was MY site! What the /fuck/??? The Therapist from the Women’s Group took me aside and told me all this, and she also asked if I was feeling angry. She’d remembered what I’d said about “watching some American Cheerleaders getting killed” and thought that I was advocating violence towards women!

I mean, ffs, what kind of psycho do they think I am?! Do they really think that I would even /look/ at a site like that and do they honestly believe that I’m going to go on a murderous rampage against women who are prettier than me? No woman would be left alive! I was so upset and offended when she told me all that. It was also really difficult to explain that isn’t even a web address. I mean, how do you explain to someone who doesn’t even have a net connection about XHTML code? I think I managed to explain though. I even typed it in when I got home and there wasn’t one single dodgy site. It was all stuff like babycenter.com. So I have no idea what sick shit the woman in charge of the crafts class was browsing to get to that site, but it certainly wasn’t because of the t-shirt that I made for Lydia

They’re all acting like nothing’s happened now, so I don’t know what to do. It’s taken me so long to be able to open up and relax around them, and as soon as I make one joke, they throw it in my face. I really like all the women that go there though, so I’m still going to go to the Women’s Group, but I’ll probably quit the crafts class as soon as I’ve finished the wine glass that I’m decorating. I want at least one good thing from that shithole.