2009 -a year in numbers and a rant!

Wow it's almost 2010 already! Where does the time go, eh?

I thought for my New Years post I'd do a re-cap of my year in numbers.

Number of posts I wrote - 107 (this doesn't include ones I started then didn't post)

Number of pounds lost - 45

Number of pounds regained due to Christmas related eating and drinking - 3

Number of car accidents - 1

Number of car accidents our fault - 0

Number of trips to the floor - 2 (alcohol...what can I say?)

Number of jobs lost - 1

Number of blessings in disguise regarding jobs lost - 1

Number of jobs offered - 3 (I had my reasons for not taking them)

Number of times appreared in local newspaper - 4

Number of time appeared in local newspaper for good deeds - 0

Number of friends made - 32 (not bad I think!)

Number of best friends lost and found - 1

Number of weddings attended - 0

Number of funerals attended - 0

Number of medical emergencies - 1

Number of sporting events attended - 7

Number of balls attended - 4

Number of times I lost my wedding ring - 1

Number of times found my wedding ring after losing it - 1 (the cat threw it off the table and into my makeup bag on the floor, cheeky bugger!)

Number of times the houseboy nearly saw me naked - 1

Number of loved ones who came to visit - 4

Number of trips to Western countries - 2

Number of times dissatisfied with local merchants - 6

Number of near-misses on the road - too many to count!

Number of coffee mornings attended with friends - 5

Number of novels attempted to write - 1

And now I'm bored with this...

It's been a good year all in all, much better then last year on the whole in most ways.

I must say the one thing I regret in an odd way is my old job...yes yes I know my regular readers (if there's any left???) are probably thinking *sorry, what??*

But yeah, my old job was my muse for writing. My muse got rid of me, for financial reasons but got rid of me none the less.

Now my blog has become *the shopping blog* as someone said to me, which is true but not what I set out to be.

Not that I wanted to be that angry chic, but I was and now I'm that shopping chic who writes about total crap.

I suppose that's fine, I am after all feeling much more settled and happy. I've got more confidence and things that fill my time and really what have I got to complain about?

Well, I do have something but I've written about it at least 20 times already. The driving.

I suppose I could close the year with a good old fashioned traffic rant...

Here you go, you're welcome.

To all you fuckheads out there who think it's ok to ride my bumper while the fuckhead in front of me has just slammed on his/her brakes in front of me for NO REASON-fuck you.

To all you fuckheads who think it's ok to chat on your mobiles while weaving in and out of traffic on SQ highway at 120k/h-fuck you.

To all you fuckheads who run out onto the street in front of my car while I'm driving at 120k/h on SQ highway-fuck you.

To all you fuckheads who do U turns RIGHT in front of my car when you could just drive to the next roundabout 2 minutes down the roads-fuck you, you fucking lazy cunts!

To all you fuckheads who thinking it's ok to drag race and squeal your tires around corners in a quiet residential neighbourhood-fuck you.

To all you fuckheads who would rather get into a head on collision with me rather then drive over some rocks and dirt on the road-FUCK YOU!!!!

What the fuck are you all fucking thinking???? Where the fuck did you get your fucking license? A shop in Ruwi???

Smarten the fuck up.

Ahh...forgot how good that feels...sometimes you just gotta get it all out...

Happy New Year everyone! I hope you all have a safe and happy 2010 :)

Last night in Al Khuwair....

I'm currently slightly hungover and feeling tired. Last night was a bit of a stormer- meaning I drank too much, again.

I woke up with a sense of dread having left my car overnight in Al Khuwair near a construction site. I have done this before, drank too much and left it there, and it's always been fine but this morning I was terrified, so much so that I couldn't go back to sleep.

I tried waking Cush up to take me to get my car but he only responded, "Angry it's 7:30 I'm not going anywhere, go back to sleep" but I couldn't.

I couldn't stop worrying that a brick had fallen off the building and through my windshield.

When we did get to the car after a visit to the pork shop in Ruwi (which was out of most pork stock) my car was fine.

All that for nothing.

Back to last night, I had a blast. I talked to a man who I had seen around and been pleasant with but didn't know very well for about 4 hours. Now we're besties. I do blame him somewhat for how I feel this morning as he did order and purchase the deadly 5th glass of red wine, but that's life, eh?

I've been over drinking a lot since I came back from Canada last month, and I'm starting to notice that my shyness is going away. The drunk girl beat the shy girl into submission and I'm not sure it's a good thing but not entirely convinced it's a bad thing.

Snippets of strange, obnoxious, loud conversations, laughing my ass off and smacking peoples legs when doing said laughing, touching peoples arms and shoulders, and grinning like a moron and nodding while I pretend I can understand strange accents made stranger by lots of alcohol. Sometimes I just have not a clue what people are saying to me. Sometimes I tell them so.

This must stop. I don't want to be that wierd drunk girl that people start to avoid after awhile.

You know how it goes cuz I'm sure we've all felt like this before-

person 1- she's coming this way

person 2- you sure?

person 1- yep don't make eye contact!

person 2- psycho hose beast....

Yeah...don't want to be that girl.

Action plan- stick to the magic number.

3 is my magic number any more then that and it just gets messy.

At the same time, I do have fun when I'm all drunk and loud and saying inappropriate things to people I barely know, I guess I just don't want them to think badly of me. But then what's the harm really? I'm not an angry drunk, I don't insult people, if anything maybe I make people feel good because I'm the type of drunk who will tell you you're lovely, in fact I almost told a woman that last night but did have the restraint to stop myself but she really was looking gorgeous.

What's wrong with being really, really, REALLY friendly? Is that so bad?

And now I need pancakes and bacon...that will make everything feel better :D