Ooooooo-oooo I gave you my heaaaa-aarrtttt. Dont go breakin’ my.. don’t go breakin’ my.. Don’t go breakin my hear-ah-art.
Oh don’t be silly! This isn’t a downcast Friday Feeling song! I’m not languishing under a pile of Jelly Snakes and copies of Cosmo looking for some inspiration or should that be aspiration? Anyway.. I’m not blue, or sad, or crying – oh the flood of Tammy Wynnette and Dolly Parton coming to me right now is almost, gasp, overwhelming, but I digress..
It’s always ok for a bit of Muppet Magic – ye still haven’t lost it guys and eh, pigs! And there’s great synchronised clucking as always from the chickens.
Mind you.. apart from the revelation that Auntie Elton can’t remember the words to his songs anymore and needs an autocue, maybe why this song popped into my head and subsequently hasn’t left it is down to the Tinys. Who are now the Tiny Teenagers… with lots of energy and the ability to scale curtains and sets of drawers in the blink of an eye. The poor curtains. And then there’s the scuttling along the top of my lovely leather couch and the inevitable scraping sound when one of them ambushes the other. Sigh. One of their favourite games seems to be ‘See how much litter we can flick onto the floor from it’s tray’, along with ‘First one to knock the vase of flowers can have first go seeing if she left a window open’. Groan.
Sometimes I think these Tinys are going to break my heart with their boldness… other times I know my heart would break if anything happened to them!
This is definitely the song for today! Myself and Limerick girl are going out tonight and tomorrow night – oh yes, the crayons and sparkles will be in hand for us to do a bit of town painting! Oh I love ‘Friday Feelings’! The whole anticipation keeps me going right throughout the hours at my desk before I can rush home and get into that LBD, throw on the DG leather jacket, climb into my 5inch Kurt Geigers and.. well.. who knows!
This song also came to mind as I was having an online chat with an old friend. We met in South Africa and had an absolute blast out on the piss in Cape Town for.. oh.. what was it? 1 week? 2? Just how many times did you change your flight home?! And she’s at the really exciting stage of having just met a new guy – oh the excitment! And if anyone can party, it’s her. Hehe… we’ll definitely have to be in the same country, same pub again soon, I should start putting energy aside for that weekend now!
So, this is for Anja – go get him Tiger!
As suggested by the lovely Glamazon in celebration of not just Cathyfly getting a fab new job.. but in celebration of you! And you! And you!
It’s Friday Girlies! Go out and dance your little stilettos off! Throw them in the corner when your feet hurt and get back on the dancefloor! Oh yes, sisters are doing it for themselves!
Iosa Chriost people! Just watch this video [if you can turn on the sound, the comments are hilarious!], taken from someone’s apartment window in Glasgow, right beside where the recent Take That concert was taking place.
This wan is clearly plastered – oh watch her struggleto get those jeans back up *cringe* – and she doesn’t seem to have a care in the world! She clearly isn’t at all phased by the fact that she’s peeing up against a lampost with absolutely nothing to hide her considerable arse, there’s no cover, no semblance of anything to hide behind, she’s just peeing in full view of anyone walking past. Watch this for the sheer laugh out loud moment when she falls over and can barely get up! Oh. My. God.
Oh Friday! You’re here again! Oh Friday, let me count the ways that I love you! It’s like I can’t wait til you come around and I never want you to go away. Oh, I have such fond memories of you, Friday, and I’ve got some great ones planned in the future.
So, what do you want to do today? It’s your day after all, Friday! Me, I’m just hanging by your coat tails, glad to go with you wherever. I’m fine, I’m great in fact! I know it’ll be good. I know you’ll take me somewhere I like being – we always have a great time when it’s me and you. A drink here, a dance there… some food along the way before another dance and another drink. Darn it! You know how much I love you Friday!
You take me to the edge of heaven, baby!
For the blonde who suggested the band, for the brunette for getting the ‘Friday Feeling’ spot on and for McSmile that guessed the band and the song as soon as I asked him what today’s post should be.
…is pray. Pray that my mind isn’t playing tricks on me and that it is indeed the weekend! Pray for the workday to end so the fun can begin. Pray that it doesn’t rain as my hair and rain definitely don’t get on. Pray that I can actually leave work early! Pray that I remembered to put the top I want to wear in the wash last night. Pray that nothing stupid or family crisis related happens to take me away from my night of fun. Pray that no one else is wearing the same top as me in the pub later. Pray that some extra money has magically appeared in my bank account. Pray [again] that I win the lotto to stave off any future worrying about not having enough money for a night on the tiles. Pray that whatever happens tonight, tomorrow will be even better! Pray not to walk out of the Ladies with loo roll on my shoe or my knickers tucked into my skirt. Pray that both of those things in fact happen to yer wan, the bitch – that I would pay to see! Pray that it stays the weekend forever!
Enjoy ‘Take That’ tomorrow night Girlies! Spit on Gary from Me!
*Deep Breath* Where IS my mind these days? My head is so full of stuff that I only seem to get some time to think about, y’know, important stuff when my head hits the pillow – and even then my absolute need to read from whatever engaging book I’m trawling through will halt the thought process for a bit – it’s no time at all before I’m struggling to keep my eyes open and I’m asleep with none of the days problems sorted. Or perhaps having not fully mapped out potential ‘stuff’.
I really need to get my hair cut and I’m thinking of trying a new hard to get appointment at salon, so when should I book it for and how far in advance, seeing as my plans change daily? Fizzy should really have that operation on her tooth soon, it’s no a biggie but a few months back the vet advised her to have it within a few-ish months – Lord! An operation, how much will that cost? A couple of hundred that I don’t have right now? BTW – where is all my money going? Why do I still feel like McSmile is going to drop a ‘You’re Dumped’ bombshell – even though he told me last week he didn’t want to break up with me. I feel bad that a good friend of mine is recently single and not working at the moment – but it’s quite difficult to arrange to meet him, I should try and fix that. I’m not fit – sure I’ve gone swimming for the last 2 nights, doing 2000m in total but that’s nowhere near what I should be doing. What’s going to happen to the new kittens that the stray-ish Mammy cat that lives in my sister’s garden – my sis is very attached to them already. We had a really great day in work today, lots of money came in while we were all in a meeting – but tomorrow could be full of cancellations and that means lots of silence except for general sighing in the office. I can’t remember the last time I actually cooked a meal, bar throwing a pizza into the oven, in my place, I’m really over there to grab clothes, shower/ wash hair, my rent is cheap enough to say that I’m paying for ‘general storage’ of my stuff – but this can’t go on indefinitely, living between 3 places but I’m not moving into parents nor McSmile’s on a permanent basis, no siree! Am I getting itchy feet again? I feel like I could up sticks again, some kind of job or volunteer type job with a place to stay etc, could tempt me no matter what part of the world. I’ve been going on about losing weight for a bit now, I just need to lose maybe half a stone, lose the old ‘muffin top’ and I’d be happy – or would I? Am I focusing on losing weight cos I’m not dealing with other stuff head on? Bollix – I really want to buy that new Dior eyeshadow palette but I think it’s 2 pay days away. Earlier my Dad casually said how he had to go to the hospital tomorrow for blood tests – they’ve found nothing so far [he’s been having a general check up for a few months now, monitoring etc] and these are genuinely just routine, he’s just back from playing a game of tennis for God’s sake, but I’m still worried. And Mom’s back is very sore today – why? No idea, it just happened. I’m still pissed off that My Other Dad and The Glamorous Blonde said they don’t like McSmile – so what do I do about the Galway Races? I normally stay in their house. Trying to book a hotel or even a fecking mattress with a bit of shelter and running water is hard at this time of the year, everything’s so booked up. And I want to go to the races, me and McSmile can do our own thing and just meet up with the gang whenever. Well at least it looks like he’s getting his job contract renewed – so there isn’t as much chance of him skipping the country now – his plan should he be let go here. I still have to organise a feckin’ smear test – I haven’t had one in ages. And there was that raised mole that appeared on my back that I got checked out – I got the all clear for that at least *phew*.
Is it time for bed yet? Or time for a thought-erasing cocktail, at least?