Tales from Betty Bee Towers: Resolutions

Brilliant post I love the idea of a mission statement for the year rather than loads of resolutions! I have big plans for this year, which scare me to death but I think are necessary to move forward. However, I think the hardest thing on your list is understanding The Secrets of the Universe, I am very fond of Brian and my hub has a HUGE boy crush on him, but gotta admit by halfway through I'm like "huh? lost me!"

No home is complete without.......

Searching the net today I found
Fallen Princess: Demented Product of the Day: The Solar Powered Wav...: "Would the customer for a waving Queen really care that it was solar powered? Just a thought."
As my Boss has sent a letter suggesting we celebrate the Royal Wedding perhaps we could have this for the garden, PLEASE!!!!!!

For those who can't be bothered to follow the link at because every Blog needs a waving Queen.

Skint again!!!

Well, here we are 13 days away from payday and after tranfering £50.00 from my savings I have exactly £60.00 quid left.   Hmmm this is not good....
I am meant to be saving for our holiday in Vegas for our 10th Wedding Anniversary in December 2012, but each month the same happens I transfer money to our savings and then transfer it straight back meaning after a good start on the first month for the next 3 months I had saved erm exactly £30.00.  I am thinking at this rate I will be lucky to have a day trip to Margate.  So where does the money go????
I have a sneaky suspicion it may go on Taxi's, beer, chocolate, and bread!!! 
So I have done some research apparently so the money saving books and websites say, a spending diary is a good place to start, so dear reader I intend to keep a diary. Hmmm this could be bad me fears!!!
Also no take outs (nasty fattening things that make you bulge out of your clothes and make your bank balance dimish rapidly)
There is also a money saving programme starting on Tuesday on Channel 4 that I may review on here, that I will watch in the name of research.
However, there are some things I refuse: reusing teabags, using soap on my face, and living entirely on lentils!!!
Anyway I will let you know how it is going, and yes for those who know me it is now 2 days past my pay day, life stopped me from completing this post!

Highway to the Dangerzone

Ok, it's been a while since I shared a little Guilty Pleasure with you!!

Yes I admit it I love that cheesy, 80's classic film, with its fabulous soundtrack as much as I am loving Charlie Sheen's latest crack and porn induced, car crash meltdown.  Now if I can only find how to shove on the dangerzone music on here!!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oirDFqiLJ_o
Yeay, I might be a genius!!!!

Look at what we've become

Today, whilst meandering down my local high street I was horrified to see that the corporate chain stores have invaded!!

 

Yes, Costa have invaded my local High Street, relentless on its quest to caffeinate the nation, as I walked by I saw its packed interior, and I shed a silent tear!
It's not that Costa is so bad! But it signals the homogenising of our High Streets, till they are sterile interchangeable places, stripped of individuality, with no personality, identikit from Darlington to Dartmouth, and yet I know people will flock glad to know they have what everyone else has and their not missing out!!
Yet I mourn for the dusty shoe shop that was once there, with its expensive, staid, classic shoes and a look reminiscent of Are you being served, and I fear that the high street that was once the slightly scuzzy girl who had a sense of humour and a vintage wardrobe full of surprises, has grown into the organised grown up who shops at Marks's, wears Court Shoes, drinks chardonnay and works in an office! and I miss who she once was

Let's go back to the start

A long, long time ago, there was a group of friends called: The Glam Gang, Tash was the singer, Steve was an actor, Kirsty was good at photography and beautiful, Graham always knew what was cool and I wanted to be a writer and documentary maker, they were inseparable and did everything together and their world was sparkly, shiny and bright, as they tackled the world with the optimism of youth and no fear.  Then.............  they grew up.

I hadn't thought much about our lost hopes and dreams till I was on facebook and I read Tash's comment about how some people make things happen, whilst others don't and others wonder what the fuck happened.

Lately, I have definitely fallen into the category of What the fuck happened and not in the almost fun way after a heavy night out.  It's not that I hate my life, I have a job that on a good day I love, a cute house, funny hub and the coolest dog that ever popped 4 paws on the earth.  However, was it what I dreamed of in those dizzy days of youth where anything seemed possible and every day, in the words of cook from skins was pregnant with possibilities.

So somehow I need to find a bit of the old me and finding my mojo or X factor, and maybe like lazarus rising from the ashes a bit of the glam gang will live on in me and we can all once again inspire each other.

People don't come with manuals

Whilst putting a condom on a blue plastic phallus, (I was on a course, to be able to show young people how to correctly put on condoms, oh my glamourous life) I began thinking about reproduction.  The little Bro and his wife are due a baby, pretty much any day and my parents are all a whir about the Bro's self help manual of choice - The Contented Baby.  It sounds a bit like The Rules but instead of dating it's babies.
Anyway the bit the parents are a whir about is that the little contented Emperoress, will not be recieving guests until it is settled in a routine!! Now as anyone who knows me will know I am not big on babies, but I do know a bit abput child development and as I understand it babies for the first bit don't have an awful lot of object relation as like moles squinting in the daylight, being out and about from the womb takes a bit of time to get used to and whilst a routine is useful for all I cannot face the day at the moment without a bannana coffee smoothie, routine to the detriment of all else seems a bit precious.
The other thing is aren't babies meant to be a celebration, which involves the famlies being excited about the new family member?  Anyway Bro has thrown a mini fit over my parents renting a cottage nearby when baby is about 5 weeks old, as his express permission wasn't asked, perhaps baby has her pilates class that day.  Instead of feeling honoured that my ill father is going to make the trip to see his grandchild, he is upset and why because it may ruin the routine. 
For F's sake, what if the routine doesn't work for baby after all one person's nivarna is anothers hell and last time I looked people don't come with manuals. 
Anyway I feel a christmas present coming on: "How to deal with over anxious parents." I think it will be smashing for babies first christmas!