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!

Guilty Pleasures

My guilty pleasure of the day is the Toto - Africa, this came on my i pod whilst on the train an made me smile.  Any song that is able to talk about Kilamangiro and the Serenengeti, is okay with me!!

We hope it's chips, it's chips

As I am sat here typing the Hub is groaning, saying: "I think I have O'D on chips." This may give you an idea on how the new and improved lifestyle is going!!!! Two days back at work and despite starting promisingly, okay I admit I got a taxi to the station, but my intentions were good, I just lost my purse and if I had walked I would have missed my train and that would have made me late to work! Honest!!!!
Anyway I was super healthy we are talking wholegrain cereal with no sugar on it and grapefruit! Followed by a healthy lunch of salad.  I wasn't so much of a whirlwind of activity, but I was definitly a strong wind!  Then the phonecall came, it was the hub stating: "I can't stop thinking about that chip shop." This of course meant I couldn't stop thinking of the chip shop either, and it is new and I had only tried the chips once before!  Anyway chips were purchased and some Monster Munch. 
Today has been much the same, apart from I felt a strong need to tell the woman behind the counter that I do cook and try to justify why I was buying chips for the second day running.  But tomorrow will be different.  The hub has said he will weigh himself and I am rejoining a local fat club, before I have an accident and my skin finally gives up and splits on me!!

Hi ho hi ho it's back to work I go!

Already it seems my week off work is over! I didn't win the lotto nor were any other solutions on how I can pay the bills without leaving the house forthcoming and my plan to clean the house, start the diet (I am currently eating the Hub's Easter egg, which he exchanged with me for dog walking services) and be generally organised and grown up with a menu prepared for the week, and a glow that says don't I look refreshed, I have had a week off! have again foiled me and I am my usual, disorganised, slightly frazzled self!!
Anyway tomorrow I will start I will be organised I will eat fruit and porridge for breakfast, something healthy for lunch and dinner with no mammoth chocolate and crisps snacks. I will walk to the station and back, instead of making my local taxi firm rich due to my laziness and disorganised nature, I will be most productive at work and everyone will marvel at how I do it!!! And when my boss annoys me I will not dive mouth first into the nearest bar of dairy milk! As a result of this I will glow with health and vitality and due to my productiveness my boss will feel compelled to give me a pay rise!
Yep, I will let you know how I get on with that!

Lazy, lazy girl!

As my old Geography teacher would say I am a lazy, lazy girl, the fact I am sat here on a Sunday afternoon still in my P.J.'s eating chocolate may indicate he may have had a point!!! But the man was an arse the fact he still lives with his mother and is now retired and walks round the local gym in vaguely 70's sportswear, going: "You, I used to teach you." May indicate this is something I can quantify. Anyway enough I am meant to be telling you why i have decided to write this blog.
It happened just over a week ago I had the best compliment I have had in oooohhh a while, from a old friend from my Journalism course, asking me what I was writing now, as he liked my writing (errrr that would be, er nothing) and if not why not! So I shared this with my workmate who I had told my stories of nights out pretending I was an author, complete with the outlines of the books I had told people I was writing, she said that I should write a book!!! This seemed a little overwhelming, as I am well out of the practice of writing! So I settled on a blog!
So what to call it, I mused from my bed the Hub and I batted back and forth I liked Vicky in Chavland and Musings of a sleep dragon, he liked neither but offered no suggestions either!!! Eventually I came up with lifestyles of the poor and anonymous, as I am both!! Apologies as i think someone has come up with it first, as I am lifestylesofthepoorandanoynomous-vicky, but as I have already said I AM lazy!
Anyway what can you expect from this blog; my musings on life, stuff i think is interesting (I'm not saying you will though!) stuff about my mundane life, (I like to make people feel good about their lives) how my diet is going, and anything cool I am up to!
As I haven't written anything for a while any comments would be appreciated!