Birthday Reviews

As many of you are aware (no doubt cause of facebook or twitter!) it was my birthday yesterday. I am now a whole 26 years of age. only 4 years, minus 1 day til I hit the big 3-0.

The birthday shenanigans started out last Saturday, when Alan and myself had a joint birthday meal at Strada in Richmond. It was good fun and I had a blast. It then stopped (the birthday celebrations, not the fun) and restarted on Wednesday (my actual birthday).
I got loads of gifts, and messages (mainly on facebook), just to be polite I’m going to list the gifts I got.

Ghost Whisperer seasons 1 – 3 on DVD
NCIS seasons 1 & 2 on DVD
a photo album set
spices and herbs
a cook book
lots and lots of books (including How to Poo at Work)
a DKNY watch
a ticket to Derren Browns Enigma
money
an amazon gift card
some hair clips
a slanket
some bath stuff

The in the evening Daniel took me out for meal to The Albany in Twickenham.

We have our Christmas Meal here every Christmas and I really enjoy it. The dining area is seperate from the bar area, and very tastefully decorated, I personally love the huge mirror on the wall and the chandelier.
The food I’ve had there each time I’ve been (4) has been really good (quality and price) and I heartily recommend it to anyone who ventures into Twickenham, although, I can’t comment on the food served during a rugby match day at Twickenham.
I had a Charcuterie Board with Salami, Ham and Chirizo, Chutney, Pickles and Almonds, followed by a sirloin steak (still moo-ing) and fries.
Daniel had the chicken wings with blue cheese dip, the Wagyu Beef burger (only £13.50!!!!) and fries and a sticky toffee pudding (which was AMAZING – I had some….)
We also shared a bottle of red wine (a Rooiberg) which was extremely nice (can be drunk with food or on its own)

Overall I’ve had an immense birthday. If you want to purchase me a belated birthday present, then you can do so here.

Posted by becca on March 25th, 2010 :: Filed under Birthdays

remember that time??

So remember that time I nearly died? OK OK OK, so I didn’t nearly die (even though I totally almost did)
So yeah this time, well I went back to see Dr Shakir today (the nuerologist) and he was very understanding. Apparantly 5% of people are not able to cope with having an MRI. (WHO KNEW!)

So he did more physical tests on my hands and arms, and I told him about the pins and needles and pains in my legs (mainly the left one) and he seemed concerned about that too, more so when I told him about the stupid locum doctor.

So, I’m having another MRI. uh-huh, another one, but this time I get to take something like these beforehand!

Good old anti-anxiety meds to sedate me (unless they give me something stonger than a Xanax tablet – which lets face it I AM going to need, in fact they will most likely have to sedate me via a canula in the back of my hand because I already know that I am going to FREAK OUT! in fact why don’t they just hit me over the head with a hammer and knock me out)

so yeah, anyway, I get to be sedated and then I go back into the deathtrap MRI machine to die be diagnosed.
Failing that, I go back on the 6th of July (which I have to do anyway) and he will refer me again, this time to be put under a general anaesthetic. The 3rd time I reckon will be the charm, cause I won’t even know that it’s happening! and part of me totally hope they sedate me via canula like they did when I had my wisdom teeth out, cause that feeling is amazing.

I guess in 6 – 8 weeks (if not sooner) I’ll let you know if I have another near death experience.

oh yeah and in other news i got a message from my Aunt to say that all the symptoms I’m having are what she had before she got diagnosed with MS. So um, joy? Although from what I read MS isn’t hereditary so there. I’m already blocking that out of my mind!

Posted by becca on March 23rd, 2010 :: Filed under Life

a picture is worth a thousand words – or humiliations

Avitable wanted to see pictures from my Goth phase. The only one I have (well my dad has) is one of me just starting out as a goth. see it below.
I cringe every time I see it. It obviously has sentimental value to my dad, cause not only is it in his wallet, he’s scanned it on to the pc and put it on his facebook page.

Posted by becca on March 18th, 2010 :: Filed under Photos

family ties

There is nothing quite like being made to feel an outsider in your home.
The post that I am about to write will probably cause my husband to be very mad at me, my brother-in-law to, well, I don’t even know, and my sister-in-law (who will be sitting on her bed) to punch the air and woop and think FUUUUUCK all at the same time.

The relationship that I share with my father-in-law is very, well, lets say I get mad quite often at him, although I try not to show it, afterall, I live in his house for a minimum cost and I’d rather not become homeless. He is a nice guy, but sometimes I feel that this is not my home. I breathe a sigh of relief when he goes to the SW of England for the weekend at his girlfriends (I’ll come to her in a minute). I breathe a sigh of relief because I can finally feel like I have a home. Currently I just live here, I can’t leave things downstairs, I can leave my slippers in the living room, or my post on the side etc. My husband and I have a room, and some space in the loft, but it’s not nearly enough space for all of our stuff (a lot of my stuff is still at my parents) and we can’t afford to get our own place yet. So when he’s away I’m much more relaxed.

As I said before, my FIL is a nice guy, but he’s set in his ways. My sister-in-law and him don’t talk, they don’t really get on. When he interacts with my husband all is good, and when he interacts with my brother-in-law all is great. I can see from the outside that my FIL has favourites, his favourite is my brother-in-law, he makes it obvious (or in my opinion he does), however this changes when he’s around his girlfriends kids. They then become the favourites, perhaps because he wants them to like him.

Tonight when I was walking up the road to come home, I thought to myself, “I hope they’re not back from the airport yet” (they’re being FILs girlfriends daughter and FIL) but they were. I was hoping to come in, eat quickly and hide away for the evening. NO chance of that. So I did what anyone else would do, I was nice and polite and tried to make conversation, and well, the looks I got, and the body language I saw from my FIL, it was like he was marking his territory. I felt small and uncomfortable and unwelcome.

It was never always this way. I thought very highly of my FIL, up until the day, he and his girlfriend ruined my wedding day. yep, ruined it, well it did go pretty ok in the end, but still, RUINED. Now the one thing you do not want to do is piss of the bride.

As you can imagine, my husband and I are not well off people, we make ends meet and more times than not we live hand to mouth, I won’t lie, it’s hard, but we manage. 7 months before our wedding, I was made redundant, how we were going to pay for our wedding was anyones guess. We had to cut back on spending, so we did our own invitations, we cut corners, and we couldn’t have as many people at the ceremony as we wanted. We had space for 40 people, and therefore we had decided, that as we didn’t know the girlfriend and boyfriend of my husbands parents, they would come to everything but the 20 minute ceremony. It seems reasonable right? and it was, or so we thought. When we explained the situation it was ok, and then one day the girlfriend changed her mind, and my FIL got really mad at us. He said we didn’t like her, we didn’t accept her, it wasn’t right etc etc, and I was mad. I was so mad. SO MAD. because that totally wasn’t the case. Excuse me for wanting to have 3 (yes just 3) of my friends at my own wedding. I was so mad that I cried, and cried. I mean how selfish of them. It wasn’t their wedding, they didn’t pay for it, it was MY WEDDING, MY DAY and lo and behold we had to find space for them to keep the peace. It was from that moment that I disliked my FIL and his girlfriend.

Now don’t get me wrong, they are both lovely people and well suited to each other, but that doesn’t mean I have to like them. The moment they put the dampner on my wedding and made me cry about it, is a moment I will NEVER forget in a million years. You DO NOT under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES upset the bride, and they did.

Bringing me back to tonight, whilst trying to talk to my FILs girlfriends daughter, I felt like an intruder and I felt like I didn’t matter. I didn’t have to be polite and nice and civil. I could have just ignored her, but I didn’t and for my efforts, I got nothing.

So on that note, if anyone wants to give me say £45k for a deposit on a place of our own, then the door is always open. I take personal bankers cheques, cash and all major credit and debit cards.

Posted by becca on March 18th, 2010 :: Filed under family,Life

the randomness of flying ponies

so today I thought I’d post a few random facts about me. my post probably won’t be as good or as many as this.

I was born in the Cayman Islands on March 24th 1984, after 23 hours of labour (much to my mothers delight).
My mother had no choice but to have an emergency cesarean because as soon as I was in the birth canal, I changed my mind. This resulted in her having to have every child by cesarean.
I used to be a goth. (I have since destroyed most pictures of that era)
My fathers family still live in the Cayman Islands.
They fight, A LOT.
When I was 3 I apparently saw a Garbage Truck squish a man, and his brains coated the road.
I was fascinated with the “dead house” when I was younger.
I had 2 imaginary friends, Masha and Pompey.
When I was 2, I told my Sunday school teacher that “God didn’t make me, my mom and dad did” My mother was subsequently told off.
When I was 4, I looked like a boy.
After the incident at Sunday school, I didn’t go to church again till I was 8.
Between the ages of 8 and 12 I was a devout Christian.
I moved to London when I was 12, and I cried and cried. I hated my parents for making me move, but realise it was the best thing ever.
Spain changed my mind about liking red wine.
I have OCD but only for cleanliness in bathrooms and kitchens.
At the age of 15 I made the decision that I was going to sue someone before I turned 30.
I will be 30 in about 3 years and 11 months, and I’m excited to be turning 30.
I am going to have a MASSIVE party when I hit the big 3-0.
I can’t wait to be 40.
Like most women, I buy shoes that I’ll never wear, and I know this, and still I buy them.
I love bags. handbags, suitcases, carry on cases, clutch bags, you name it, I love it.
I was engaged at 18, to a guy who later stalked me.
His parents were devout muslims, and there’s every chance I may have become an extremist had I married him.
I have an obsession with the Holocaust, I want to read every book I possibly can on it. I have been obsessed since I was 9 and read Anne Franks diary.
One of the first conversations I had with my husband when we met, was about Auschwitz (the camp, not the town).
I love to cook.
Therefore I love to eat.
Ergo I weigh more than I should.
I am an avid reader, and have more books than I know what to do with.
One of my favourite tv series is Charmed. I own every season on DVD. The first 3 are US imports.
I wanted to collect Barbie’s when I was younger. My mother told me no.
I have memories that my parents say never happened. They did. I’m SURE of it.
number 32 must mean I have had several past lives.
I am a grade 8 clarinetist.
hs rjrfj <<< my husband is very special… he wrote this one.
I once hid in a filing cabinet so that I didn’t have to go to French class
When I was in year 7 and 8 in the Caymans, I was not one of the “popular” kids. That changed when I moved to London, cause I was the girl with the “wicked accent” and “big boobs”
I was bullied in secondary school, because I talked differently to the other kids.
One of those bullies is now one of my best friends, it happened because her group of friends “turned” on her.
When I was 16 I had to write a piece of coursework for Religious class. My subject was Abortion the arguments for and against. I wrote a fantastic piece, but was told to write it again because it was too graphic for my Church of England School.
When I was 17 had to compare and contrast photographs for my photography class. I was told I couldn’t submit the work, cause some of my “art” bordered on “pornography”.
I used to love to sing and had professional coaching sessions, until I hit 15 and my music teacher told me if I sang for my music GCSE practical she would fail me. All because she wanted me to play the clarinet.
I don’t like to sing anymore. Not in front of people.
At the age of 9 my whole class got asked “what do you want to be when you grow up?” Amongst the “ballerinas, firemen, astronauts” I said I wanted to be a Medical Examiner and cut dead people up to see why they died. That was another occasion my mother was told off.
I’ve only been smacked twice. Once for telling a serious lie, and the other for telling my mom I loved her and then biting her leg really hard when I was 3.
I will fall asleep if anyone plays with my hair or rubs my back.
My natural bed time is about 9:30 pm. Anytime after that I fall asleep, and if I can’t sleep, I’m grumpy.
I used to get really bad PMT (this explains the goth faze)
When I was 18, I tried to slit my wrists. I failed. I then realised I was a stupid bitch for trying it and got my act together.
I love lemon curd, and can eat an entire jar in one go.
I once nearly killed 4 people with a scotch bonnet pepper.
After a long flight with a bad chest, I took medication without reading the label, the result was a very worried fiance and me sleeping for nearly 24 hours.
I really want to get a tattoo, but I’m scared cause it will hurt.
I don’t think I will ever be able to cope with childbirth.
I want to be a mother so badly that sometimes it hurts.
Sometimes I see a pregnant woman and it scares me. I once went through a stage of never wanting kids because the idea of a baby inside me freaked me out. I used to bring up bile every time I saw a pregnant woman.
I used to spend most of my time, with my finger in my belly button. and I got excited if there was fluff.
I worry all the time that I won’t be able to have kids and will have to adopt and end up resenting my adopted child.
I think about death every day, I’m learning not to be scared of it.
At the last minute I decided not to go to university to study Ancient History and Archaeology.
If I hadn’t walked away from becoming a police officer for the MOD because I would have had to move, I’d be armed.
I love the feeling and the power from firing a live weapon.
I was frightened of dogs until I was 13.
At 21 I wanted to be a dog handler.
Every pet I ever had either died or ran away. even the terrapins I had ran away.
I once opened my front door to go to school and found a dead cat on the door step.
I have an extremely irrational fear of spiders. I once stopped breathing cause one came too close to me.
I really want a micro/teacup pig cause they look so adorable. sadly they grown to be at least 14 inches tall, which isn’t really that small in the end.
I once had sex in a doctors office, on the desk, and not with a doctor.
My boobs don’t seem to want to stop growing. it annoys me, immensely.
I can’t spell when I’m tired. and I’m too lazy to correct myself.
I used to inspect police stations. that was an interesting job.
I’ve always wanted to write a book, and I have the ideas, but I can never actually produce anything.
I love Disney, the films, the cartoons, I love it. It makes me sad that my husband doesn’t want to go to Disney World.
I live out day dreams in my head, I think it’s what keeps me sane.

Posted by becca on March 17th, 2010 :: Filed under Life

from Becca with Love

So yeah I haven’t updated in a while… ok, nearly a month. I apologise. It’s been hectic. New Job etc.

I’ve been down in Margate training for my new job. It’s a long commute, not exactly hard, but tiring.

Every morning I get to St Pancras about 6.10 – 6.15, I get a Tall Americano with steamed milk and an egg and bacon panini. I train all the way to Margate, learn stuff and then travel back.
My days start at 3.30am when I have to get up to be able to get to Margate before 9.00am.

Margate is pretty much boarded up. Fair enough it is only March, and it’s fricking freezing down there. I am sure it is much better when the summer starts. TBH I’ve had as much of Margate as I can take. only 6 more days there.

Apart from the hard work, ahem, training I’ve been doing, nothing much has been happening.
It was Kims birthday on the 5th, so the Sunday after we all went for a pub lunch, it was pretty ace.
I’ve ordered myself a new iPhone. The 3GS one. it should be arriving this morning, we’ll see. I hope it does, cause i want to play with it!

I found out that my brother and his girlfriend are having another baby, this August. I can’t wait. I’m hoping it’s a little girl, but Daniel thinks it’s going to be another boy. Either way I can’t wait!

I’m now just grasping for things to say…. How bad is it that I can’t really remember whaty I’ve done over the past month!

wow.

Posted by becca on March 13th, 2010 :: Filed under career,Life