Yeah man

Recently, if I dont pick up a Metro on the bus in the morning I dont know what day it is.

Thank fuck for free papers eh?

Get well soon Roamer...

I love unexpected weekends. Well I expect the weekend just the events that are included in those 24 hours.

Song - The Killers
Artist - Smile like you mean it

Get a grip

This week has been a bit fucked up to put it bluntly. I have nothing settled at the moment. Thats includes my life and all the personal possesions which go along with it.
I know why I'm pissed off and its trivial....I went to the shop tonight to finaly get the underwear thats all lover my floor and the bra's that keep tripping me up in the morning off the floor but they were out of stock in el cheapo chest of drawers. You only find that out once you been round the whole fucking shop eh!

Yup its pathetic, I'm a pedantic bitch at times. The whole household has a nest to retire to in the evening apart from me. Told you it was trivial but then again you dont know how much it means to me.

But yeah, I have been thinking alot recently. Almost too much. It has to be stopped when every conclusion to your thoughts turns out to be something bad.

You look for the positives and then you realise maybe you are just clutching at straws. Family issues are ever growing and no one really understands the whole deal.

I really do hope that this is a passing phase. Maybe its because father is in the country. I'm not moping about, my mind just weighs heavy.

Woohoo...week over with

In the world of me its been a bit of a nightmare this week for various reasons. So I have decided that on my wander home tonight I'm stopping at an internet cafe to have wee rant on my blog since I have not had access for a while.

It's like therapy man.

So I moved into The Ranch last weekend. Everything is running smoothly apart from some major issues around the hot water and heating areas. But really, it' going good. We have new carpet, new beds and I'm looking forward to treating myself to a new duvet set. The first in 4 years.
It's strange, I got thrown out of my last flat and I really never heard from anyone. This time everyone is taking an active interest in my house move. Eh why?

So the new flat mates......flatties? House mates? Hommies?....yes hommies it is.
I get on great with them. It's all a bit of a coincidence how I came about living with them.
Mother and Daughter. Daughter (Hazel) who I knew of at school back in the Borders and Mother (Shauna) who I sit opposite at work and realised that our paths had crossed years ago.

We have lived life. We have all had a lot thrown at us and we have an amazing support thing going on. Shauna may have been first to christen the flat by smoking but I was certainly the first chick in this house hold to sob into her pillow last night. I thought I had had this little cry to myself in secret but clearly not when there was a knock on my bedroom door to find a cuppa and some herbal remedy.

Father was the cause of my tears. It just hurts.

So there is a gathering planned at The Ranch tonight. It is clear that the thoughts of a small gathering between myself and my other hommies are completely different. Rearranging furniture and arranging chill out rooms wasn't in my thoughts for a small gathering. So far there will be 30 people. However Shauna informed me that they are all here to entertain us since we are the ones who are tired and have the new pad. That worries me even more.
But maybe I'm wrong. God help me but I certainly will meet more people.

In a simple round up I just want to get the practical issues of moving house out the way as I'm like a bull at a gate in regards to all things Burney. Soooo much to do and (really) there is so little time.

Enjoy the weekend.

Plans?

Today is a good day.
Today I have a double bed which I feel like a queen in. Its big, its cosy and I'm going to be great.

My weekend plans are not going to plan.
MY plans consist of a organising essential housey things and emptying some boxes but the rest of my household are making plans to party.

Its all good though.

Birthday Blog

You are never too old to do anything.

Boxes

Moving house is taking up far too much of my time, I admit I only volounteered for one job, to sort out the internet but this is proving more difficult that I first imagined it would be.
But all going well I should get something sorted by the end of the week.

I like living with the two girlies. Its my first all girl house hold and it seems to be sitting well. Hazel is the house mum. Who tells you what she has made and what you are welcome to munch from the fridge. Which is of course very handy when you have not went grocery shopping in 3 months.

And Shauna well, she just makes cups of tea all the time. Its all looking very cosy with everyone stuff thrown all over the place.


The weekend consisted of moving boxes of Friday and a wee trip up to visit Dougaldutch on Saturday. We made a nest, almost watched the sunrise and spent the remainder of the weekend watching the Mighty Boosh. It was nice. I like the change of scenery. Its nice to mix up city life with a bit of boat life. Nice wee birthday treat for myself.

Cheerio Horne Terrace - Hello culture

Well this is me signing off until I manage to get net access up and running in our new pad. My work doesnt do blogger. Shame really.

So its a new bed for me tomorrow night.

Nine and a half guitars

Well I think thats me decompressed after my weekend surrounded by burning love.

Can I just say that stumbling down school corridors and walking into the ladies to find a string quartet playing just messes with a ladies mind.

Sunday was rough. Actually Sunday was a living nighmare. Thakfully I caught my trains and planes and I landed safe and sound. Even after some dodgy turbulance and the emergency lighting switching on in the plane. I kept my shit together but my knuckles were white.

The timing of a mates phone call was perfect and I went round to theirs still with suitcase in hand. They looked after me well and I fell asleep face down on my pillow, fully clothed with my suitcase still abandoned in the hall way.

Stumbled into work on Monday morning to discover my day was only going to get worse. Both boses couldnt do the induction so I was now held responsible to look after people and actually be on the ball.
Everything that could go wrong, went fucking wrong.

No stewards at one of the properties.
Late buses
Some fool up the crags had got stuck and our bus was blocking the entrance. Trying to explain to the police that I had lost the bus driver.

But the cutest thing was my boss standing up as soon as I walked in the office and gave me a big hug. After all it was the first time I had done this and none was the wiser.

Fell asleep at 8pm. That was after I got my apologies out the way from my foul PMT come down combo which turned me into a super bitch. Sorry people it was the hormones.

But today was rather exciting.

Our work employs seasonal staff and do exactly what it says on the tin. Help us out through our busy season. So we gotta train them up.
I arrived half way through the session and was greated by a very lovely bunch of people. As per usual practice Vic introduces me and as usual you give your banter in what you do. 'And what do you get up to in your spare time Claire' I roll my eyes at Vic and do my pre-rehearsed, simple explanation of Burning Man.
Usual reaction is then me answering random questions from random people.
Then...
Boy - 'I went last year'.
Me - 'Do you live in edinburgh?'
Boy - 'yeah'
Me- 'Oh my god, can I give you a hug' before he had time to answer I'm across there hugging this man like crazy.
Give apologies for my actions to the rest of the room and sit down.

Briefly chatted to him between a session and got his email address. 3 people from Edinburgh headed across for the last few years. Not this year I'm afraid. But anyway the moral of the story is that I now have an email address from Edinburgh who has actually been to the burn.

How lovely.

Song - Brand New Watusi
Artist - Quantic

Konichiwa

I just bought my dad and his friend a return trip to Japan.

Why?

Because I love him and made him well aware of the dire consequences if I dont get this money back.

But the screams of joy down the phone was worth it. Never heard him so happy in months.

Me sweating like a bitch as I entered those famous numbers.

I'm not my fathers daughter for nothing.

Give me a chance to hold on

My sore throat arrived at a convenient time that I was going back to Gullane so I could at least see a doctor as this wasnt a normal sore throat. Yup, prescribed penicillin. Fucking £7 for a prescription. I pay enough National Insurance thank you very much.

The joys of seeing my step father trot in looking ever so pleased that his power caddy can carry his golf clubs and all things golfy along with the additional weight of 8 cans of Stella.

My patience was tested to the limit as I battle with the sewing machine as my fever rose and throat burned. Job done though.

Went outside before the sewing machine went out and spent time with our tortoise.

Returned to Edinburgh to find the whole city was out in force. Yes, the sunshine does do that to us Scot's. Pale legs and dodgy fake tan ahoy.

A nice mix of old friends at new up Calton Hill to celebrate Beltane. Taking Dougaldutch on magical mystery tours to enjoy the evening sun.

Today I had to write in boxes about my so called career. After a 2 hour chat with my boss I came out smiling as it wasnt half as bad as I had imagined. Perks of working in training are certainly showing. Also the fact I cant seem to do any wrong is pleasing.

Forgotten extra charge for my trip to London only slightly spoilt my day.

Father is stressed to the max and looking to me once again. This time its financial,he wants to go to Tokyo...on my credit card. Hmmm...

Right, must have a look at what I need for the weekend. Its been a fucking long time coming!