*wobble*

had an emotional few days, just feeling a bit wobbly in anticipation of my dad's scan which was yesterday. i called him up to ask how it had gone and he said everything seemed ok and we now had to wait 3 weeks for the results. he thought that if there was anything majorly wrong he would get a phonecall today to go in immediately, as that's what happened last time.

i was relieved today to find that they didn't phone him, though i realise that's not the all clear. it's just a little bit of hope that i'm clinging to. then my dad, a big 6ft 2 brute of a man, cried down the phone, telling me that if he came through it, he wanted to buy his consultant and his doctor an engraved pen each to show how grateful he was for their help and support. just like the lady who did the ultrasound and found the cancer who got a bottle of champagne as a thank you for being so thorough and saving his life. that's just typical of my dad, he thinks of everyone but himself. he's just so grateful for everything. that's why i feel like i have to be strong, not to waste a minute i have with my family. who knows how long any of us will be here?

just to top the day off, i got a lovely surprise today from some of my oldest internet buddies. a beautiful bouquet arrived with a lovely card that really made me smile and feel grateful that i have such wonderful friends.

i'm feeling the love tonight
 

i know i said this last week but...

it will be mine, oh yes, it will be mine!

i decided a few weeks ago to buy a new bed. there's nothing wrong with my old bed but it was my marital bed and i want a new divorce bed *grin*

i saved up all of my pennies and bought this:

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it's coming tomorrow and i am *so* excitied!  it's costing a small fortune and i still haven't got rid of my old bed but i'm happy.  *sigh* 

 

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

omg! omg! omg!

it takes me ages to gear up for official appointments and stuff so imagine how nervous i am to find out that my solicitor can see me TODAY!

i'm not even ready. i haven't mentally prepared. argh.

*runs around*
 

it will be mine, oh yes, it will be mine.

not tonight, my good man, i'm feeling saucy!

do you accept cash? Cha-Ching!!

 

/wayne's world

 
Current mood:saucy

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i tutored a few colleagues a while ago for their key skills maths tests, which they passed with flying colours. spurred on by this, and my need for the extra cash, i accepted an offer from a parent to help her 'pass her maths' to get her into teacher training college.

i arrived today at 2pm, my folder of exemplar papers, rulers, pencils and rubbers at the ready. we sat down and she admitted that she'd made a mistake, she was going to be sitting a gcse equivalent paper, not a key skills paper. ok, i thought, this one is a lot tougher and i have no examples of it so we took a look at it together.

the work in itself is ok and i'm sure that with a few sessions under her belt and lots of practice she'll be able to pull off a pass but what i'm more concerned about is that the planned one hour session became a 45 minute session tacked onto a 3½ hour chat-fest with 3 coffees and a slice of chocolate cake.

timekeeping was never my strong point but i think i'm going to have to try harder on friday...
 

*like a ragdoll*

i haven't blogged for a few weeks because i have nothing much positive to say and i didn't think more whinging would serve me well.

my family are doing ok, i've come back home for a few weeks to get back to my own life.  to be honest, i'm trying to push everything out of my mind at the moment because i'm wound so incredibly tight right now that i'm worried i'll snap.

ironically, as i drove home on tuesday i was happy to be on my home with nothing much to worry about except relaxing and chilling out for a few weeks.  except that's not quite what's happened.  instead, i've been struck down with a nasty bug that's had me projectile vomitting almost the minute i got out of the car.  that wasn't all.  it was accompanied by other 'stuff' *cough*.  

so now i'm home, feeling crappy and washed out, fending off phonecalls from my family asking me to go back and look after them.  i've managed it so far, but may not be able to fight off a visit from them this weekend.  just hoping i'm well enough to receive them. 

things are ok though, 'on the up' as they say Smile

 
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