random rants and raves

Feeling horrible today. Have an almighty head cold and cough and I feel as though I am walking around in a fog all day. My chest feels as though I have smoked about 50 Marlboro Reds and a few Camel unfiltered just for laughs. Throat feels as if I have if I have swallowed a handful of razor blades and washed them down with lava. Yes, I am sick. I don't mind moaning about it either.

Had a laugh that my best friend is getting a cat. She doesn't strike me as a cat person, however, she doesn't strike me as a non-cat person either. I guess it is because once when I was babysitting a cat, she came over and the cat jumped on her. She told me in no uncertain terms that she WILL fight a cat. I would like a cat but I have a kid instead.

I now have two vices in my life--coffee and blogging. I love blogging-it's a way to get it all out. I have no idea what caused me to start on coffee, but now I can't stop. I must have my daily fix in order to get going. I have never really liked coffee, but now I can't live without it. Will need to get a coffee maker at home.

THIS JUST IN-- My story didn't run and I am depressed. The line cut off. It was a good story as well, but shit happens.

I won a pair of cowboy boots on ebay and I am now waiting for them to arrive. I can't wait, because I really wanted them and I must have at least one trendy piece for the season. Hopefully, I will get a turquoise belt to wear with my boots.

Am doing a Thanksgiving dinner for family and friends on Thursday and I am well excited. I hope it goes well.

posted by scummymummy @ 4:49 pm 0 comments

Had a pretty interesting weekend and today I am feeling rough as a badger's backside.
As I said on Friday, I did my bit for charity, though I was terribly tired. Was considering leaving but I did promise to do it, and I am a woman of my word. Spent most of the evening standing around stairwells and spotting minor Celebs. I pretty much wandered around and chatted to the security personnel. So, not an eventful night really. Was thinking of going home until I found out there was free booze afterwards. Decided to make the best of a boring situation.

Went to the wrap party and no one I knew was there. Sat with a beer and felt like a lemon. I forgot that the BBC can be a bit clique so I was terribly bored. Was going to leave, but was persuaded to stay by a co-worker. Got chatting to him and he is very interesting. He plans on proposing to his girlfriend at New Year's Eve when he is in New York. I told him not to be cheesy and propose in a horse-drawn carriage ride through Central Park. Instead, I told him to take her on the Staten Island Ferry (I think it costs $1), wait until the ferry is going back toward Manhattan, and propose to her onboard, in front of the famous New York skyline. She'll love it.

Decided to stay for another beer and then the celebs came up and joined us. Didn't really give a damn because unless you are a head of state or a prominent civil rights activist or writer, I am not impressed. Most of them were reality TV "stars" so I really didn't care. Was talking to one such loser and decided he was in the running for biggest jack-off I've ever met. Bored silly now.

Notice a comedian I had spoken to months ago. I had no idea who he was when I first spoke to him, but I liked his shoes and told him so. Struck up another conversation about shoes and told him I found a pair similar to his. He was impressed. Chatted away to him and the winner of last year's Big Brother. We were getting on like a house on fire. Decided to have a laugh at a Pop Idol losers lyrics in my office. They ask me to join them on a night out. I went and we ended up at a gay club. The comedian is gay, I am married and the Big Brother winner is a committed Christian and virgin. Have the time of my life dancing and singing. Big Brother winner keeps getting spotted. Close the club down. I am called a gay icon at the end of the night. Feel on top of the world!!!!!! Get home at 5 a.m.

Saturday and I am feeling okay. Slight stomach ache because of alcohol. Neck is killing me from whipping my head wildly to Gwen Stefani. Football is on, so won't see hubby. Meet a friend for a spot of shopping and lunch. Little sister calls and we have a good chat. I love speaking to her.Relax in front of the couch with a Chinese takeaway, Moulin Rouge! and Quills. The weekend could only get better if lottery numbers fall.

Sunday and mama I am not a millionaire. Hubby is feeling the effects of too much alcohol and is suffering. We decide to see a movie, the Incredibles. It is a great film and I want to see it again almost immediately. Pixar rules!!! Speak to Chris and I get tearful. Not happy with the direction my life is heading. He makes me realize how lucky I am. Looking forward to seeing them in the New Year. Get sad again. Monday morning looms....

posted by scummymummy @ 1:58 pm 0 comments

Went to see Bridget Jones last night and was pleasantly surprised. Like I said, I usually don't like movies like that, but it was good and it's nice to see a movie that leaves you with a warm, fluffy feeling inside. You can't help liking Bridget Jones as she is such a loveable character. I suppse we all love a person that is slightly flawed and and just like us.

I have had several Bridget Jones type moments when I was single, and I am quite happy that part of my life is over. Still, it is a bit fun to be single and enjoy the thrill of a chase. I haven't really been single since I started dating seriously. It's not that I needed to be in a relationship; men just seem to fall in love with me, ha ha!

Am wearing a low-cut top and I am feeling very sexy for a fat girl. I do wish my tits were closer together to give me the appearance of clevage. What is the use of having big breasts if they sit a mile apart. I quite like my ass today as well. I don't care what anyone else thinks, I think I look good for today. My ego was deflated when I went for a hair consultation and the hairdresser compared my hair to Gore-Tex. Oh well, at least I don't need an umbrella when it rains.

Doing my bit for chairidee tonight so this should be laugh. I am really tired and I don't feel like doing anything but I'm sure it will be a good night. No job yet and I am getting desparate. Am thinking of sleeping my way to the top...

posted by scummymummy @ 3:50 pm 0 comments

What an effing day....
I have decided that my son is not my son. He is a changeling. I read about changelings in a French fairy tale book when I was little. An evil fairy comes and takes your baby and replaces it with hers. This evil little imp is a doppleganger for your child, and he makes mischief for you. I've forgotten how you get your baby back; I suppose I should google French fairy tales and changelings.

The poor thing is suffering with a cold and sniffles, so I understand that he is cranky. However, that does NOT mean that you stay up until midnight and keep your parents up until 2 am. I was more than happy to drop him off this morning and of course, he turned his big, brown eyes on me and gave me a gorgeous smile. All was forgiven.

Only an hour to go and I am so tired. I am waiting for a colleague to call; she has invited me to see the new Bridget Jones movie. I usually don't do things during the week, but I really want to see this movie. I know I hate rom-coms, but I did like the first one.

Hopefully tomorrow is a better day. I could honestly use a break right now. Not like a vacation or a getaway, but a chance. I probably have a cat's chance in hell of getting a contract in this department, so I am getting a bit down. Someday my chance will come.....

posted by scummymummy @ 5:01 pm 0 comments

Once you have children, people seem to invade your personal life. Some stuff you don't care about: does the baby sleep through the night?; breast or bottle?; etc. Other stuff makes my blood boil. The one question that drives me to commit homicide is the seemingly harmless"So when are you going to have another one?"

Here is the short answer: possibly never. Of course, you can never say this to anyone. When you do, people often say 'never say never', 'you can't just have one' or 'you'll change your mind.' No, I won't. I DO NOT WANT ANOTHER CHILD!!!!

I have a lovely 19 month old son. He is beautiful, smart and generally a joy to be around. He is also aggressive, bad-tempered and petulant. Sometimes I frankly don't understand him and the things that he does. For example, why does someone have to make such a racket when he is tired? Why can't he go to sleep? When I am tired, I go to bed. I do not scream, cry and launch myself on the floor. That aside, even if we spent the days making daisy chains and singing lullabys, I still don't want anymore kids.

Besides the tremendous expense, I hated being pregnant. The first 3 months are hell because of nausea, the constant need to pee and the fatigue. The second 3 months are okay and as for the last 3 months, I'd rather spend them in Camp XRay than be heavily pregnant. Pregnancy takes a toll on the body like nothing else. You know how one day on Jupiter is like a month of Earth days? Well, then you know what each day of pregnancy is like.

I am also not a baby person. True, I love my own, but I was not one for picking up babies or even paying them that much attention before I had one. I didn't (and still don't) hate babies or children, I just wasn't interested.

I often come up with polite answers when people ask me why I don't want any more kids. ''I just love Calum so much that I don't have enough love left for another.'' Or, ''He's a handful and I don't want to have 2 in diapers.''

Here's the real answer: I want a career. Having a career right now is more important than having more children. I have one child. I am not going to be one of those women who wakes up at 45 and wants kids, knowing that my time is up. I am glad I had him while I was young and I can enjoy him. I like that I have ONE child that demands my attention and that I don't have to split myself between another person. Having one child as opposed to two or more means that I have some time to myself. It is hard enough to get a babysitter for Calum, it would be even harder to get one for Calum and his sibling.

I would never put anything before my son, including other children. I am not the stay-at-home type and I refuse to give up a career that hasn't even started to give my child a sibling he doesn't need or want. None of this makes me a bad person or a bad mother-if more people were honest about bringing kids in the world, perhaps the world would be better off.

So no more kids. When people ask me if I will have another, I will just smile and say no. When they ask why, I will politely say one child is more than enough. Besides, it works for China.

posted by scummymummy @ 5:22 pm 0 comments

I have been inspired to write this blog after reading my very best friend's post.
I have to admit, I have been extremely envious of her at times. Not in a contemptuous way, but in that 'what if' way.
You see, she has everything going for her. She has a great job, a nice house (though I haven't seen it, knowing her, it is great) a nice car and a way to go out and achieve things in that peculiar Capricorn manner. She is also wildly intelligent and talented.

I often wonder, why is she my friend? I am sure there are other people out there who have a lot more going for them than I have. I am 27, with a toddler, a husband and just enough money to stay off the breadline. I also live in one of the crappiest areas of Glasgow and my career still hasn't reached the dizzying highs that I thought it would have reached by the time I hit 30.

I do wonder what would have happened had I stayed in Chicago and not followed love to Scotland. One thing is for sure, I more than likely would have been single and I definitely would not have had children. However, I am grateful for what I have.

My best friend is my best friend because she accepts me for what and who I am. Unlike others, she recognizes that being a mother is a valuable job in its own right. She doesn't patronize me because of it (unlike some people who say 'but you're a mom, Leslie, that is better than a career.') She also tells me like it is and I am not put off by what she says, for if you love someone, they should be able to lift you up as well as bring you down to earth when you need it.

So yes, I do envy her, but I love her too. I love that she lives her life on her terms and she does not compromise herself for anyone. I am glad that although her life has gone through extraordinary changes, we still remain a constant for each other.

posted by scummymummy @ 4:58 pm 0 comments