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May 31, 2006

Holy Shite, What IS it????

I am not hysterical. Really. Just a bit.... uhh.... shaken? I just found this in my washing as I picked it up.

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In case you can't see that due to the shitty webcam pic.... THAT IS A HUGE FUCKING SPIDER.

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I don't really like things that creep and crawl too much. I like to think I can be sensible about them but that thing creeped me out. When it had its legs spread out it was about 5cm in diameter. Thats just too big for me. I don't know what it is but we do have poisonus species here in Cyprus I think, so I freaked out and ran to get a jar. (Hubby of course, was conviently at work, so I had to be brave.) Meanwhile, Freja spotted it and went to pounce at it... A few seconds later she meowed horribly and ran away from it. I think it bit her... she seems to be ok, but she's kinda quiet so I'm worried... If anyone can tell me what this THING is I would be so happy.......I know the pics are too crappy to see, but it's brown and hairy and has a wierd flat bit on its back... *shudder*

May 30, 2006

This can't be how it's supposed to be...

For the past few days, every time I have left work I have been angry. Not just grumpy, but really angry. Either through being treated like shit by the new manager (Mr. 'it's not my problem') or them wanting me to work extra shifts or changing their mind at the last minute, or making me pay for mistakes that are their fault.... or a million and one other things. I'm so fed up with them. But there is no way I can even think about leaving or complaining until I have enough money saved up to go to England.... which will be a good few months yet. Bah.

On a lighter note, Freja seems to have calmed down a little, and meows constantly much less of the time.

Anyway, off to work now, to see what joys it may bring. Ho Hum.

May 29, 2006

Preparing for a night camping..... at work?

I am getting ready to go camping for the night. Sort of. I get to camp in Starbucks kitchen. Confused? The phone call went a little like this...

*ringing*

SERA: Hello?
BOSS: Hey there Seraphim, it's Mr. Boss here.
SERA: Oh, hi Mr. Boss. What can I do for you?
BOSS: Well, you can come in to work two hours later today, if you like... for the same pay.
SERA: ..... Your kidding.
BOSS: Nope.
SERA: And the catch is?
BOSS: Well.... you get to come in at six instead of four... but you can't leave until eight tomorrow morning. An extra six hours. We wan't you to baby sit the store while the builders work overnight.....
SERA (WEAKLY): Right..... uhmmm.....

So, I am packing a little bag to take kitchen-camping. Once work finishes at 11pm, I wont have anything to do except sit. And read. Or think. Or drink gallons of coffee. Ughh.

Another note of interest (or not) - I have to use 2-3 bottles of hair conditioning balsam for every 1 bottle of shampoo. The heat, sand and dust over here makes my hair so dry that only this amount will succeed in making sure I don't look like Diana Ross.

May 28, 2006

Musings

I feel sorry for my cat. She's had her babies taken away from her and now she just wanders around the apartment meowing pitifully, and when no one answers comes to sadly sulk in my lap. Poor thing.

I hate shopping, yet I am dying to do it. I really can't wait until wednesday, because for the first time in months I'll get PAID!!!! Wooohooo.

Freja is now chewing on one of my shoes, carefully dragged over to the computer from the shoe rack. I'm torn between scolding her for being naughty, and generally admiring how cute she can be.

I'm very, very disconnected today. I just don't feel like doing anything apart from sleeping. Even tweaking the template of my photoblog didn't cheer me up. Bah.

Alright. Time to stop boring people, and go to bed.

May 25, 2006

Oh god... No way!

Arg, I am embarassed. My mother stopped by my apartment on her way home from the market, with a gift of watermelon and fresh eggs. When she got there, with my father, she let Freja out of the conservatory and into the living room to play. I went to make tea, and we sat down to be civilised and chat. I heard Freja nosing around in the kitchen bin, and got up to tell her off..... when she came marching around the corner, ready to jump into my dad's lap and chew her bounty. And her bounty was?
A visibly used condom, of course.
It had somehow contracted some yummy chicken grease whilst in the bin.
I nearly died of embarrasment.

May 24, 2006

...And so life goes on.

Life has been dull lately. And I'm loving it. It has been quiet, peaceful and calm. Just me going to work, hubby going to work, coming home, spending some time together, sleeping, and quietly getting on with it over again. I'm quite happy with that; no wishes for more, thank you. It's nice to have the peace after the life I had before. Spending time with hubby and cat in apartment is all I want.

May 22, 2006

So annoyed

I'm so annoyed with myself. I wanted to test out a new MT Template idead that I had; I do most of my testing on my old blogsofroleplay blogs, as I haven't mudded for a while and it seems like I wont have time to use them again just yet. I can't possibly get rid of any of my 5 BoRCom blogs because I love them too much. Even if the entries are gone, or the characters deceased, or whatever may have happened.... I poured my heart and soul into those blogs at one point. Thusly I must clutch my little subdomains lovingly to my breast and shelter them from harm. *le sigh*. I only have one blog which has the newer of the two versions of MT available on BoRCom. And I can't remember the password for it. I've been sat here for ages and I just can't. I have a notepad which I write down all these sorts of details in, and keep it near the computer - so that come crash, bash or hard disk failure I can still get to important things. Like blogs. But for some unknown reason, this blog isn't in it. Blah.

May 20, 2006

This is where forced boredem leads....

Your Hillbilly Name Is...
Loretta Lynne Duke

Aww man. I'm Loretta Lynne Duke. Am I one of the Dukes of Hazard? Am I related to Jessica Simpson? Lets hope not, looking like an extra from 'House of Wax' never did it for me :/

May 19, 2006

Posture 8 - The Ball-Girl Duck

OK, here I am settling down for a full, long evening of computerised fun. Actually, I had a minor gynae op this morning and I'm still woozy from the anaesthetic so I'm camped out in front of the computer desk with one and a half litres of Coke (Nope, not diet. I wanted diet, but I was given good ol' whopping full fat.), a bag full of chewy sweets, my phone, and a will to hopefully to keep awake for at least a few hours and not totally disrupt my sleeping pattern. Will I succeed? I doubt it. As a functioning insomniac I have no sleeping pattern, therefore I'm screwed before I start.
I don't start back at work until Sunday lunchtime, so I have 24 hours to waddle around (like a duck with a tennis ball between his knees, at present. Future postures may be interesting.) before I have to cease my self-pity and get on with life again. Until then; I plan to find my template bugs, get the comment pages fixed, polish off a few other templates and suchlike people have asked me to do for them, and eat a whole lotta candy. Life isn't so bad.

May 17, 2006

Gynae Gripes

I am going to gripe about gynaecologists. If I spelt that wrong, I don't care. I have had the 'permanently need to pee' feeling for almost an hour now.
Now, I am not one of those women that goes 'eww, gynae appointment, oh my GODS its AWFUL'.... I accepted many years ago that gynaecologists have a job to do, and having to visit them is just part of the one thing in life that is both a blessing and an utter curse: being female.
Back in England, I always had a small indian woman poking at my nether regions. She was very nice, despite the fact I couldn't understand a word she said, and had nice warm, small hands.
But that was back in England... this morning, I got to meet Dr. Nestoras, my Cypriot Gynaecologist and Obstetrician. Not that I need an Obstetrician right now. Anywho. Sat behind his desk, he looked ok. Smiled politely, introduced himself, actually managed to turn off his phone. I was impressed - separating a Cypriot man from their phone is like trying to separate a normal guy from his manhood. It aint gonna happen.
It was only when he stood up, that I noticed his simply ENORMOUS hands. For a small guy, he had a shovel on the end of each arm. I smiled weakly, and shuffled off behind my curtain to do my obligatory undressing. (Note to self: next time, wear sweat pants, not tightest jeans.) When I came out, he motioned to the uncomfortable little bed, and said.... "Lets have a little look shall we..." and winked. He winked. For some reason, that creeped me out. Plus the fact he hadn't stopped manically smiling since I got in there was already making me edgy.
He was very professional and nice, but really...... they should have a regulation hand size for these people. (And hand temperature.... geeze, for one of the hottest countries in the world you would have thought his hands would have at least been warmer than say.... my ice-box.) Anyway, needless to say, I am not looking forward to my next appointment with much glee. But then, who does?

May 16, 2006

Kitten Rehoming

Ahh, 'tis a sad day but I have to look to getting the kittens rehomed. We simply can't keep too extra little mouths, our bank balance wont allow it. The simple answer is to take them to our local cat shelter.... but cats are so common and so mistreated on this island that they most likely will just have them put to sleep. Which I really don't want. In searching for another option, I found a rather curious one - my Mother visited Tala village with a friend of hers, and went for a stroll around the Monestry their. She was really suprised to see the amount of well fed, cheerful looking cats lazing about the gardens. Her friend told her that the local people tend to 'dump' their kittens there, at least if they have any conscience they do, as the monks look after them all. They certainly all looked well fed and healthy. They have huge gardens to play in, somewhere indoors to snuggle in the winter, lots of other cats to play with, and there is even a small cafe which sells little bags of cat food - almost like a tourist attraction set up by the monks. "Visit a Monk, Feed a cat!". My mother said that the cats were fed enough that they were quite happy to eat what they wanted from the bags, then sit back and watch the birds eat the rest. People go back and visit their kittens, year after year.
I'll keep searching for options, but that one really doesn't seem so bad....

May 14, 2006

Friday 13th

I'm not one of these people who really believes in the negative power of friday the thirteenth. But for some reason yesterday, at work, everything went wrong.
I had to work the late shift again. The santising machine for the dishes broke, overflowed, and flooded the backroom. The lid of the drip-coffee machine just.... fell apart. So no drip coffee. We had to throw away 26 litres of milk that had somehow been overlooked, and had gotten out of date. We were mobbed by 30 or so school kids wanting to buy chocolate cream frappuchino's. I hate making those. And, I ran out of cream base. I went to frantically try to make more, by this point almost hyperventilating, and when I came back one of the whipped cream canister's somehow backfired and sprayed cream in my face. Attractive.
Anyway, I survived.
I don't know what it is about friday 13th for me. I don't particualarly believe that things will go wrong just because of the date; but somehow, at least for me, they always seem too.
Bah Humbug.

May 12, 2006

Morning of Freedom!

Today I'm working the really, really late shift at work - 5 in the evening until 1 in the morning. Bleh, seriously, what other coffee places are even OPEN at that time?
For those of you that don't know, I have the totally unglamourous job of..... Starbucks Barista. Actually I like th job, but that is besides the point - what is really sad is that I get a better wage from Starbucks than I did as a timeshare accountant or working for an estate/law firm. Isn't that kinda sad? I know for a fact the people at Starbucks work just as hard as the people at my older jobs did, but they truely don't have the dedication or hard-earned qualifications those people do. But that is what it's like on this island - the goverment are so lax that Starbucks give some of the best pay on the island just because they are an american firm and actually have something called 'standards of pay'... which simply does not exist anywhere else in Cyprus.
Anyway, I deviated. I was happy because this morning, not having to work, I got to have a long lie in bed, and when I did actually get up it was late enough so that the shower water was HOT. Hallelujah!! I can't remember the last time I woke up and had a hot shower. We have solar pannels, as do most people on this microwave of an island, but unfortunately we aren't rich enough to have GOOD solar pannels. Just regular cheap ones... which finally heat up for around one hour after lunch.
Ok, time to go... I have last night's leftovers to eat for lunch. Yum.

May 10, 2006

Conditions, conditions and Cannes.

Sometimes the news utterly bemuses me. Today I read this. In brief: 170 French policemen have vowed to go on strike during the Cannes film festival.
Now, don't get me wrong, I'm all for peaceful strikes rather than mobbing goverment buildings and sticking pins under people's fingernails. But, really, what are these policemen trying to achieve? Apparently, they are trying to protest against their working conditions. Well.... good for them for taking action rather than moaning, but why the Cannes festival? Do they really think anyone there is going to give a flying froggie about their conditions? I say no, they'll all be too busy pretending to be overtly-knowledgeable about the Da Vinci Code and trying to catch a glimpse of Tom Cruise.

Oh well. Just my tattered bemused oppinion.

May 09, 2006

Peace and Too much tranquility

I've been peacefully enjoying a couple of days off work, to recover from my birthday meal. (I ate so much, it's really taken that long.) Hubby and i have coinciding days off work so that we could actually spend some time together was actually probably the nicest present I had, though he did buy me a lovely ring also. And from my mother I recieved my final two seasons of Red Dwarf. For those who have never heard of this....it's a british sci-fi comedy that I am hooked on, That show is like crack. Totally addictive.
Right now I'm sat in silence in my apartment. A little bored, as hubby just went to work but I don't start back until tomorrow morning. (Which I am NOT looking forward too.)
I should probably do something. Clean. Cook. Find something interesting to do online. Instead I'm boring everyone by blogging how bored I am, even though I have a ton of other stuff I could do, like fix my template bug. Bah humbug.

May 07, 2006

All excited

I'm just about to go and jump in the bath to scrub up ready for my birthday dinner tonight, after working all day, but first I wanted to mumble about how strange The Truth Laid Bear is being today. The ecosystem is being wacky. I'm a Crawly Amphibian but it's only showing a couple of links,not showing a load that I know are there, for instance WebKittyn's and Utopias. Ahh well. Time to go and try to prettify ready for my huge, eat-all-you-can brazillian evening. Did I mention....Yum.

May 04, 2006

Oooh, goodies!

Well, sortof. I finally got around to installing Firefox's 'PerFormancing' Extension. I really like this for my blogger blogs, as I can post to multiple blogs at once and move posts between blogs etc, all from a small split-window in my browser. Its very fast, easy and free. But I can't get it to work for this blog. It supports moveable type, so I guess there must be something else stopping it - probably me!
I'm tired right now, but if I haven't cracked it by morning I'll let hubby have a look.
I do like gadgets and goodies, especially ones that make my blog-life easier!

May 03, 2006

Thought provoking

" I had a normal life, before. It wasn't the best life by your standards, but it was still living and I still could smile. Then the America came in and decided they had to right all these wrongs that most had not asked them for.They brought war even to my small and peaceful village. Even though they marched in uninvited, when I applied for an American visa to get away from the war, they denied it to me." - Wael Shadameer, Iraq.

What a thought provoking quote.

If it creeps, or crawls....

.....then it's probably within 50 meters of me right now.

I suppose most of you know that hubby and I aren't terribly rich. We don't live in the greatest area of town, (though it's not really a bad area, just a cheaper one.), and coupling our building's lack of maintainence with the climate here means that it is a breeding ground for almost anything.

I'd never seen a cockroach before I came to live in Cyprus. Really. I don't even know if we have them in Wales, maybe it's too wet or cold or somesuch. I had also only ever seen a flea once in my life. Our ants were normal sized, and the mosquito's we had from the river outside of my old house rarely if ever bit me.

Here, it is a totally different story. I permanently look as if I have measles or chicken pox on my feet, they get bitten so much. I have itchy mosquito bites in places I didn't even know existed. And I had to convince my cat just after I moved in that proudly bringing me the cockroaches she killed outside the (at that point) empty apartment downstairs would win her no scout badges at all.

Now I feel that I am fored to keep my cats indoors all the time because they'll get fleas from the wildcats, or the other cats or dogs in the building. Or sandfleas from the scrubland down the hill a little. I don't like it. Freja likes to go outside sometimes, though mostly she -wants- to be an indoor cat. I just feel mean forcing her to stay inside, but I just don't want fleas in my apartment. (Does anyone know a good, natural flea deterrent that I can leave around the house, which wont harm the kittens?)

Also on the island, we have to cope with snakes. I haven't seen any near the apartment but I am sure there are some in the scrubland, though of course over the winter I haven't seen any. We have two types of snakes here and I don't know their english-language names. I know one is long and black, like an industrial garden hose. And one is small and greeny brown. I know the green ones are very poisonous, deadly to animals and children. But also, the big black ones are supposed to be lucky, as they're harmless and actually eat the poisonous ones.

Next we have lizards. I like these, they're cute, harmless, and quietly eat all the mosquitoes, sand flies, fleas, etc. We have hundreds of gecko's here. The bushes rustle with them, and they're always basking in the sun on the rocks or sand. Nice lizards. (Though they scared the hell out of the son of a friend of mine. He was only 5 years old, tried to play with one, and accidentally pulled it's tail off. He cried for ages, convinced he'd killed it. She couldn't get through to him that the gecko's can loose their tails if their threatened, so that they can run away!)

Anyway. I have deviated from my initial point quite a bit. I started this post after being kept awake all night by a mosquito snacking on my shoulders, and avoiding capture or illimination. And I decided to finish it after a small sparrow came and sat on my table when I was out for lunch with my mother earlier. For those who don't know, birds are my worst fear. I shrieked, dropped my food and embarrased all around me. Oh well.

Long babble, now ceasing.

Take care all, and watch out for creepy crawling things if you come to Cyprus!!

May 01, 2006

Beltane Wishes for all

I just wanted to wish anyone who, along with me, observes Beltane and good day, and a wonderful time ahead. I have lots to do today before I head off to work, so not much else from me!

Joyous Beltane, one and all! ;)