Unfinished Business

Jeez, it feels like I haven't been in here forever. To fill you in, I have not been able to blog for several reasons, not least because my life seems to have been doing what it does best i.e. hurtling along at a rather alarming rate whilst I ever so diligently try to figure out what it is I am meant to be achieving. No seriously, I am sombrely thinking of giving up on all my plans for world domination. Ehen, I am not Cleopatra the second as my Dad would have me believe. I am not...or am I? I think I might just go get married, have my 2.5 or is it .4 kids and spend the rest of my life feeding them mashed potatoes, chicken pieces and gravy.

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Lest I forget, I think I was meant to complete my post on Mr see-ho-haru- the strange one. The thing is after the initial meeting, which in itself was bad enough, everything else that transpired was a bit of an... what's the word I'm looking for?... an... an anti-climax. Mattie was right (she knows me too well), I did invite him to church. Desola was wrong, I didn't invite him in for tea or biscuits. He would have had to work far harder than he did to get some refreshments...besides I don't give shi shi up easily...not even my Tesco value malted biscuits (Yes o!). He also turned out to be one those 'It-doesn't matter-if-you-have-a man,-as-long-as-you-are-not-married-anything-can-happen. So-can-I-drop-by-at-10pm-kind-of-boy'. As Vivica Fox notoriously said in 'Two can play that game', I hadst to 'check him'. His name and # are now consigned to the 'don't pick list' for ever and ever. Next!

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Desola tagged me, wicked girl that she is. Does she not know that tags are for the cool kids that actually have interesting things to say? I mean I looked at one of the questions, I think it went something like 'what kind of underwear are you wearing?' and thought 'Hmmn, my fellow bloggers would really want to hear about my green flowery Granny knickers (think Bridget Jones) and cream cotton slings... err... sorry bra. Erm I think not. So in that spirit I refuse to do the tag. Let me see what she is going to do to me.

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I thought I wouldn't post until Lent was over, just so I could give myself some time to catch up with me. Being the chieftess of boredom staff, blogging was fast becoming something I placed on the 'to do' list (I know I din't post that much in the first place, who asked you?) so I thought to take a break. As if to enforce that, a certain superman in my house decided that he knew better than all anti-virus software developers and proponents and so he somehow managed to disable my anti-virus. Of course my computer (whom I suspect had been looking for a reason to give up its ghost) promptly welcomed the virus and died on me. 3 powerful antiviruses later, the thing is still yet to come back to life. Wharralife?

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I will be back. Thanks to all who asked after me and thanks to those I was meant to go running with. My excuse is that I had a persistent cough. Aeh-hum! Aeh-hum!! see..