Oh, What a Mistake I Made...

After watching last night's drama performances, our group was quite stressed. So we decided to do rehearsals from 1pm until our performance at 6pm. It was fun, and we had some pictures taken, and we sang to rid of our nerves, however we seemed to overwork our rehearsals due to what happened in the actual performance.
I forgot a section of my lines for Olivia, Alex forgot one of his lines for Malvolio, Iona forgot some words in the lines for Viola and the music didn't play so I hummed from behind the screen! Ugh it was so stressful, and I even ended up crying, I was just so gutted I forgot the lines! It's stupid really as i remembered them when i got home!
Now I have the song from last night in my mind:
"Oh what a mistake I made, for a virgin, what a mistake I made; now I have been family wade, for a sailor across the water."

Looking Like a Leopard...

When I went to bed last night, it was difficult to sleep due to the amount of little pain spots I have on my body at the moment. It got me to thinking; if I were to die and somhow lose my face, and someone had to identify my body, I have so many marks on my body it would be quite an easy job.

I mean I have a scar on my forehead from cracking my head open when I was six for riding my bike without a helmet, I have another scar on the opposite end of my forehead drom when a dart hit me on New Years day 2001. I have a burn mark on my arm from the work oven, a burn mark on my wedding finger from an iron, a burn mark mark on the inside of my elbow from the gridle at work, and all those burns happened in one week last year! Most recently I have a bruise on my neck from well, you can guess that one, and I got a burn mark on my hand and one on my forearm from work last weekend. I also have a birth mark on my right hip. Not that you really need to know all this but I was thinking I'm like Mr Blobby with his dots but female and not so fun in getting my marks way.

I mean now you could identify me if i die! Unless some other weirdo is like me in looking like a leopard.

My Hands Smell of Potatoes...

So it's Mothering Sunday; the day in which children run around after their mother that little bit more, before going back to refusal of chores and control of the TV remote the next morning. I bought mum a prayer stome, but chore-wise this year I have cleaned my room, and that takes a good few hours believe me. I also decorated mum's food to look like a face for breakfast, a butterfly for lunch and a heart for dinner. However we hand Neeps and Tatties and my hands now smell of potatoes.

Oh yeah, our drake is finally being a man and treading the ducks, he is a bit slow but that is what we can expect after naming him Sheldon; and my tortoise Soya decided to become Gandalf with a bit of lettuce.

The Traditional First Blog...

So I've given into the pressure of blogging. I am an avid facebooker but I've got to admit I'm a hater of Twitter and 'tweeting' about crap. So yeah, this is my intro post that it seems every blogger starts off with.


I end with the quote of the day from my english teacher Mr.Andrews (Pat) :

"It's like rolling on oysters."