Another Blog

For some reason I had the idea that starting another blog about being an immature mature student would be a good idea, even though I haven't kept ths one up-to-date?

Oh well (shoulder shrug) here's the link...

http://immaturematurestudent.blogspot.com/

My middle chicken has pox!

See...

Although she calls it chicken pops. Get well soon Bex xx

I think I prefer snoring!

One morning I awoke to an uncomfortable wet feeling around my back. I sat up horrified, thinking I must have pissed myself whilst asleep! Quickly leaping out of bed, I muttered to myself and removed my wet clothes. As I did Dan appeared from the en-suite giggling so I started feeling really embarrassed and began trying to explain, when he piped up “It was me!” followed by hysterics.

It turned out he was having one of those dreams about peeing and then awoke to find he was not peeing in the toilet as his dream portrayed, but still lying in bed, pushed up to my back and wetting himself!

After being slightly miffed that he was going to let me take the blame, and for peeing on me! I decided that revenge would be sweeter posting his accident on here!

Appointments

Bubble Brain.

I went to college as usual today, fairly nervous since I was under the impression I had a presentation to well...present! I thought maybe I could miss it in the knowledge I had to leave early today for an opticians appointment.

It turns out we didn’t have to actually present the posters, as the class just assessed it themselves and completed a form for the tutor, so after that was done we continued with the lesson. While the tutor rattled on about inheritance I continually watched the clock. Eventually she said we could go for a break, so I took my chance and asked to be excused for the rest of the lesson to attend an appointment. (Of course I didn’t tell her it was an optician’s appointment as that just sounds like a lame excuse to get away from class!).

I merrily drove back to Gosport, parked up in the car park and wandered off down the high street. The time was mid day and my appointment wasn’t until 12:25 so I popped into Costa Coffee for a Caramel Latte and Chocolate Muffin (just to add to the already huge arse!).

Fifteen minutes later I wandered back down the High street and into the opticians. I sat and waited while the man served an older gentleman. I gazed around the room, trying not to listen to the sales man telling the older gentleman that he has big ears but nowhere to hold his glasses...honestly!

To distract me bursting into laughter which would prove I was ear wigging, I decided to pull out my appointment card and look over it. As I opened the little blue booklet I read down the information which read Mrs Loveridge, 12:25 on 3rd April 2009.

I placed the card back in my bag, got up, walked out and back down the high street to the car.
My appointment wasn’t until next week!!!!

Another similar incident occurred on Tuesday when I went to attend a parents’ evening at Katie’s school only to be told it wasn’t this Tuesday it is next Tuesday...Twice in one week is not a good sign!!

Forget air miles...I want to claim Land Miles!

My arse has barely left the driving seat of the Ford Mondeo these last few weeks* – Not because I’m a lazy shit, but because I’ve been travelling all over the country to check out possible Universities for September.

Three weeks ago I drove 266 miles to and from Canterbury Christ Church University for an Open Day. Two weeks ago I drove 146 miles to and from Oxford Brookes for a Visit Day, and last week I drove 240 miles back to Kent to visit Kent University for another Open day. I could at this point bore you to tears about the ins and outs of the trips, but it really wasn’t that exciting and I have forgotten most of the conversions with myself (and one sided conversations with other motorists), the car and the radio. Plus I didn’t get lost once, which really surprised me!

I still have two more Universities to visit, Portsmouth and Brighton. The later I’m not really bothered with, after a rather horrific day in the City (which can be backed up by Mum); I’m not sure why I choose it at all really? I am however looking forward to visiting Portsmouth as it turns out a friend from college is doing the same course and we have a good laugh normally so that could be fun.

Meanwhile the college have been bombarding me (and the rest of the students of course) with exams and coursework. Last week I had to content with a Chemistry exam on everything we had (supposedly) learned over the last two terms, this being enthalpy, order of reactions, Equilibrium, bonding, and calculating the number of moles in a compound and solution just to name a few. I managed to pass with 53%, which is apparently a high C...go figure? Not that I should be complaining since it helped me pass. The tutor commented on my paper saying he was expecting a higher grade. I felt a quite disappointed at myself at that point until he said “You answered all the harder questions correct, but got the easier ones wrong!” I wasn’t disappointed anymore, just kicking myself for stupid mistakes! (Mental note – never correct your first instinct answers as they will most likely be correct!)

This week I have been creating a model of a DNA strand in the thought that I would be presenting it to the class in an assessed oral exam. It turns out they just get a piece of paper and mark you on what they think – this could have proved a problem for me as I just scribbled notes for the speech on the board and didn’t take it too seriously: for instance I drew a picture of a pair of Jeans to represent Genes, an arrow pointing to the plinth holding the model saying “Wood” and a small note at the bottom of the page saying “Don’t forget – Easter holidays 3rd -17th April”. The class found it amusing but I’m not sure what the tutor will make of it?

And that’s about it in a nutshell so far...no doubt there will be humorous bus antics to follow after the Portsmouth university visit day – I actually miss that now I can drive to college

*And it’s beginning to show having split my pants while bending over to put some cookies in the oven the other night!!

Let's go to Tesco

Having eaten everything edible in the house, and with news of another snow storm looming we decided to go to Tesco tonight to stock up on supplies. It was the usual trip to the shop, taking every side road to avoid rush hour traffic coming out of the only two roads in Gosport!

We leisurely strolled around the store until our trolley was just about overflowing with food and then made our way to the check-out. While Dan and the girls unloaded I chatted to the cashier and filled the bags. Finally the last item went “Beep” and the cashier asked for my club card. I opened my purse and immediately noticed my card was missing. Oh no I gasped. It not only turned out I had forgotten my club card, but it would also appear I had neglected to return my debit card back to my purse after using it last night.

I smiled it off as I realised I had my Credit card with me and quickly handed it over to the cashier. It was then she asked for my pin...”Errrr – Shit...I can’t remember!” My face began to turn a bright shade of red, as I noticed the queue behind me building. “I think it’s...” as I pressed some random numbers into the machine. “Can I not just sign for it?” I asked with a slight plead in my voice. “No sorry ma’am we require your pin”. So I stood for another minute desperately looking towards Dan for any ideas, but it was no good I couldn’t even begin to think what it was, and especially not under pressure. Another employee came over and wheeled off our goods and handed us a ticket to come and collect it all when we had a form of payment.

We headed off a highly embarrassed and very angry at myself for not checking before we left. We hopped back into the car and began the half hour journey back home. On the way we came across a fuel station with a cash machine as I had been thinking about the number and thought I had remembered it. I placed the card into the ATM and proceeded to enter the sequence of numbers. This was rejected, so I tried again with a slightly different arrangement. At this moment a grinding noise started up and I thought “Yes – It’s going to work” as a receipt pops out. I stand waiting for the card for a minute, then grab the receipt and look at it to which it read “Your card has been retained, please contact your card supplier”.

Completely outraged I stormed back to the car, landing heavily on the seat and said “Lets go” I turned to the ATM yelling “Keep it! - There’s no fucking money in there anyway!” We eventually got home, grabbed my debit card and drove back to Tesco (another half hour), picked up our shopping and arrived home, two hours later than anticipated.
Oh what fun!!

Moving House - Episode Two

Four simple steps for a sofa.

Where's the fun in going into a shop, picking out a sofa and getting it delivered within the week fully built and ready to sit on.

We always have to do things slightly different to others and because of this we bought a Nabru sofa. Check out their website www.nabru.co.uk it's great. You measure your room and get a sofa to fill the space. Then you can choose it in the fabric and colour of your choice and after a bit of research it has worked out cheaper too!

Step One = Don't get crushed by a pallet of flat pack sofa

Step Two - Work out the 3-D jigsaw puzzle of sofa pieces.

Step Three - Supply this monkey with tea and he will work all day.

Step Four - The end! (Note the coffee table is still a cardboard box with a table cloth to disguise it!)

Hot Wheels

We’ve bought a car...she's called "Casey"

Moving House – Episode one

To anyone I haven’t informed yet - We’ve moved!!

Unfortunately it’s not into our own house, which we had lined up to purchase and renovate - It is another rental property. However, it has four bedrooms (compared to two in Fig Tree Cottage) a good sized lounge/study and kitchen/dining. It also has three toilets , which is great but proved a problem at first, because you find yourself standing crossed legged on the landing trying to decide which toilet you want to use today. And the best part...a garage!

The only other problem was it’s completely unfurnished (bar white goods), which is great as we want to start accumulating our own furniture, but when we unpacked our last box from Fig Tree Cottage we suddenly realised how little we actually own up here.

After moving in on Boxing day (not recommended! – And only because I couldn’t be arsed taking down the Christmas tree and putting it up again in the new house) we spent the rest of the Christmas holidays shopping...awesome!
Strangely I haven’t taken a picture of the outside yet, but “Here’s one I made earlier” and a few interior photos.

Looking down the stairs from the top story - Every room is on a half level, which is kind of cool, but does mean 47 steps from bottom to top!!

Looking back to the lounge from the study - It looks small but it goes around the corner.


Becky and Sarah's room at the top


Spare/Toy/Junk room

Kate's room

We are sleeping on a mattress on the floor too!

I'm back!

I know, I know...it’s been ages since I last posted a blog, however it’s not because I’ve lost interest in my website or because I’m too lazy to write (possibly debatable?). In fact we have been so caught up in everything around us that blogging has taken a back burner, as more often than not I either can’t get to the computer, we have no internet connection or just don’t have the time. The later being the main reason.

But I mean to make amends, however rather than boring you all to death with a sixteen page essay on my life in the last six months I’m going to break it down in to short – exciting happenings. (Well exciting for me anyway!)

So here goes...