fudge it

seriously, like, spoiler alert.

S: my favorite part was joker saying to batman "you complete me"
me: mine was when rachel realised batman wasn't going to save her.
S: that's rather... umm... evil of you.
me: ok ok it was the most...umm...compelling (?) part?
S: that's okay. we both already know you are evil.
me: true, but it's not my favourite in a ha ha you're gonna die kind of way. it was unexpected, innit.

i was listening to the soundtrack this morning, and i think i need to see the film again.

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you know when you are sitting at your desk, concentrating on your work and someone creeps up and taps you on the head with an empty water bottle, causing you to pretty much fly out of your seat? that. don't worry, i have revenge planned. also. should the authority feel compelled to check this blog while he is on holiday: don't worry, everything is taken care of.

got rid of the last.fm thing. because it was too slow. must think of something else.

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BBC iPlayer link: BBC Four Sessions - Ray LaMontagne, am twenty odd minutes into this and so far he has played all the songs i like the most.

back in bradford, dammit.

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i'm in shock. or is that toxic shock?

me: so. would you like to check out the wedding pictures, or the graduation pictures?
sister #4: the wedding. no more graduation, my face is a mess.
me: that's true.

i can't even begin to describe what happened next. oh wait, i can because it still hurts. SISTER #4 JUST BIT MY ARM!

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soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo tired.

i'm not exaggerating. i really am tired. just about survived the wedding. managed to fight off wild kids asking for the boy so they could balance him on their hips and wander up and down a floor that was all slippy with coke and rice. not gonna happen. at some point a little girl clambered down the steps of the stage - every wedding has a stage - only for her foot to become tangled in the rails, so she landed on the floor head first with the loudest thud, the entire hall of some 250 guests was silenced. for a second, obviously. at some point i got the bright idea to get the boy's pushchair out of the car and sit him in that. people can stop and stare but no touching, yo.

somehow managed to make it down to birmingham on sunday. can't remember monday. tuesday was sister #4's graduation. and today. sister #4 pinched me so hard i don't even have to check there is a bruise, i can feel it. and the dad's behaviour left me this close to smashing up his beloved fax machine. ever tried sending a fax to pakistan? no? don't try. ever. oh and then this morning, because i am on holiday and and taking things s l o w l y i was still in my pyjamas when i went into the garden, climbed over the fence and entered the back door of the neighbour's house. they locked themselves out, y'see. they gave me a really nice orchid for my efforts too.

brother #4 is talking at me, talking about a friend who one day decided he wanted drugs and a guy called ringo, and are these hula hoops stale?

brother #4: you're not listening.
me: no, i'm not.
brother #4: (rambles about the number 2)
me: o-kay, didn't hear that at all.
brother #4: biatch! you know what i think? i think you are the nucleus of all the bad things that happen around you.
me: oh my god. what?!

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so you know when you spend all those days working up the courage to ask the nursery if you can drop the boy off a few minutes before eight, so you can catch the train that leaves a few minutes after eight? and then you find that oh so many parents are dropping their kids off a few minutes before eight anyway and no one questions you when you drop the boy off a few minutes before eight yourself? that!

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in case you are sitting here bored...

... i know, i know, that could never happen! press play and a whole bunch of coloured blocks appear. where there are three or more blocks of the same colour, click on them to make them disappear.

Gadget by LabPixies.com

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aftermath.

the father in law was assessing the damage to the house following yesterday's event. nothing major. we did however come across a covered suit stuffed behind a sofa in the posh living room. the boys are renting out a bunch of suits for the big do, y'see.

me: is this the misters?
FIL: hmm. it might be.
me: look it's his size. it must be. fancy leaving it here.
FIL: put it away somewhere. just don't tell him you have put it away.
me: will do.

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last night i was introduced to new hip term sharking. this is the evil look a gal gives you, simply becoz she hates yer. example:

sister #4: omg! did you see ----?
sister #5: bushra, she was so sharking you cos you looked ten times better than her!

don't ya just love weddings? the boy threw up three times, so by the end of the evening i didn't smell of Anna Sui anymore. and then i bragged to a girl about how i managed to excape the last major wedding because i was pregnant, only for the realisation that it was her sister's wedding i had skipped to hit right after i had said it. doh. i might have got the dressing up bit sorted but have yet to develop the think before speaking part. but then i suppose i could put that down to hitting my head with the wardrobe door, given it is still hurting today.

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brother #4: fudgeit's back!
me: yes it is.
brother #4: you shoulda kept that other blog too, you know.
me: nah, i think it was getting toxic.
brother #4: ooh, is that why you got a kidney infection?
me: hey, maybe that's why!

reactions to the arms are mixed. sister #2 is impressed. as is office person G. most people don't know what to say. neither do i. and no, it didn't hurt. that much.

look. i added a playlist. it won't tell you much, other than right now my favourite TV show is Grey's Anatomy, and that my favourite music right now is featured on hey, Grey's Anatomy.

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late for the train this morning, left my phone in the bathroom. no way could i leave it there. apparently office person D was waiting for the same train and told me off for talking too loud on the phone. need to do something about that. and also something about crossing my fingers on my left hand as i type because it is killing my skillz.

anyway. wedding week is here. brother in law #1 gets married this week, so it's a week of all kinds of village activity. the kind where the cobbled back streets are littered with empty bottles of coca cola (i can confirm there will be share sizes, because they are going cheap in morrisons at the moment). so it's kind of a short day as i have a waxing appointment this afternoon. for my arms. otherwise i am sure my sisters will kill me. on friday i had my first ever threading experience and i confess i was a bit tearful at the end of it. what is alarming is i plan to get this threading done every fortnight. cover your ears at quarter to five, or i'm sure you will hear me scream.

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offered to download some tv for office person A, because my PC is just sitting there until some decent TV arrives (mad men is back on july 27, so not much of a wait).

me: here you go. season 1, episode 1.
A: yay!
office person A2: season 1 episode 1 of what?
me + A: you don't want to know.
A2: girly stuff?
A: yep.
A2: sex and the city, isn't it?
A + me: yep.
A2: i have four seasons of enterprise if anyone is interested?

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whoa. one of the office people is totally losing it in a phone call in one of the phone booths. thing is she really raised her voice at one point, and even if that didn't scare her caller off it certainly made me jump.

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office IM

G: Good morning Bushra, is the authority around?
Bushra: nope. he was about to sure an idea he had but was summoned to a discussion about sex and gender
Bushra: *share
Bushra: motherhood has destroyed my typing skills
G: Motherhood told me it was 'share'.

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day 1056 in the bradfordian house.*

05:38AM: bushra wakes up and does the thing she does every time she wakes up: she reaches for her phone and checks the weather. hmm, light showers. for the past three days the forecast for friday has been sunny, but bushra is going to take her chances, she has a lot of washing that needs drying.

05:45AM: bushra is out of bed and hanging out t'washing. bushra realises she has used up all the washing lines, and is not sure how the family in law will take this. she also remembers she is not really talking to the mister, after he left her to it yesterday evening. bushra was spring cleaning and needed the mister to watch the boy. only for him to be summoned by his sister and the asbo aunt, bushra was not sure where they were off to this time, but found later they had gone for a spot of slow mo shopping in tesco. so productive was bushra yesterday, she managed to get her cleaning done, wash her hair and then take sister #2 to the same supermarket where the mister was caught lurking in the newspapers and magazines section.

07:32AM: bushra and the boy are ready for work and nursery. the father in law carries the boy around the house and comes across bushra washing the boy's bottles and sterilising unit in the kitchen. he mentions he has heard the boy has finally settled at nursery. bushra begins to explain that the boy never had problems settling at nursery but she turns around to find the father in law and the boy have wandered off.

09:14AM: bushra accepts that writing about herself in the third person is all very lee mcqueen** and must be kept to a minimum.

*how do i know this? because i found an actual web page that will count the days since a certain date. i heart the interweb.
** i know what a pterodactyl is, but a reverse pterodactyl? what is that all about?

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read: the amazing adventures of dietgirl, the book, by dietgirl, aka shauna. i'm not good at reviews, all's i can say is Shauna, YOU RAWK!

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am i the only person left on the planet who likes flying saucers? bon bon's have them in different flavours, something i didn't know you could have. i have to do a refund run into leeds city centre today so i am going to pick some more up.

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the parents are back from their latest trip to pakistan. brother #4 went too and now he has a dodgy knee after falling off a motorbike. but forget that. this makes me the only member of the family never to have visited pakistan. i don't expect that i will ever visit pakistan. i don't know why. but that isn't the major happening here. for the first time ever the mother brought me presents! outfits mainly, probably in the wild hope that i will dress like a bradford housewife than a crazy chick in tunic tops and trousers (yes, there is a difference).

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okay, okay i brought fudge it back. i managed to break the domain somehow and when my hosting company started sticking their own 404 page on it with ads and i was like, 'hey! please don't do that.' and i got all over protective and decided i wanted it back.

it's not like you've missed a lot. i'm back at work full time, and i'm thirty now, thirty! and then last week the doctor told me the pain i had been putting up with for a couple of weeks was a kidney infection, which wasn't nice.

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