when worlds collide

Ocht. I've just discovered that if you take your own sweet time to do this then you get booted out without so much as a full stop saved.

Curses as Cat would say.

One of the reasons for doing this thingy is that I want to get a bit better at photography. I realised the other day I don't even know how to go about re-sizing photos, never mind take amazing pictures like the ones I see on here every day. I feel like technology is leaving me behind - it's a horrible feeling.

I remember when I was a teenager I'd walk into my bedroom to see my mum standing bent over at my stereo trying to figure out how to turn the damn thing down. I'd laugh at her and point at the HUGE volume control button and wonder how it could be so confusing. Now I know though, oh yes. Now I know it's because a) all the buttons look the same, b) the writing for what each button does is absolutely tiny and c) all buttons on machines have the capacity to go BOOM (kind of) and make you look like a total fud.

So - until I figure out how to resize and sort out photos I'm just going to have to put up with these gigantic memories to look back on. And if you're planning on reading this with any degree of regularity - so will you I'm afraid.

Suppose it's just another thing to put on the list of things to learn before the baby is born - along with how to wallpaper, how to stop shouting, how to stop swearing, how to be a good mum and how to (among many other things) turn down unborn child's stereo of the future.

Tis a never ending list I'm realising.

Yesterday was Blue Monday (cue song) - did you know that? Aparantly it's the most depressing day of the year due to it's position between pay day in December and pay day in January. I must admit to feeling a tad down when I rolled my weeble shaped body out of bed but I put it all down to hormones. I must remember it's not always about hormones (just usually). Sometimes it's about how skint I am. Or how tired I am. Or how it's January. Or how I wake up in the night with heartburn. Or how it's just a bloody stinky rainy Monday.

That's good to remember, that is.

It doesn't help that everything in our house is in exactly the place it should not be (hence today's photo). Teethbreeshes in the kitchen. Toilet rolls and towels in the bedroom and Bry's snowboarding gear in exactly the same place and at exactly the same angle that my toes need to be (creating a toe-snowboarding gear-stub-style-mash-up. Ouch).

Still....lasagne and chips for tea tonight. Hooray.