45 posts tagged “qotd”

What are your top five break-up songs?
Submitted by gt.

What an amiguous QOTD. There are so many emotions that can get you when you're at the end of a relationship with someone that I don't know that 5 is enough.

So what do you get from break up songs? There's always a message, whether it's bitter, expressing loneliness, sadness, anger or relief.

I'm all depressed now that you've left me

Well I never loved you anyway so what do I care?

You left me, how dare you?

I've made the biggest mistake of my life

Here are some of my fave songs on the QOTD theme
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I wish I could just make you turn around, turn around and see me cry
There's so much I need to say to you, so many reasons why
You're the only one who really knew me at all

Dry your eyes mate
I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up
There's plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you've got to walk away now
It's over

And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.

 

 

You bored me with your stories
I can't believe that I endured you for as long as I did
I'm happy, it's over, I'm only sorry
That I didn't make the move before you

I carry a smile when I'm broken in two
And I'm nobody without someone like you
I'm trembling at night and
Nobody knows it but me

 

 

Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me cause it hurts

 

 

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Personally though, I quite like the 'Stuff-you-I've-learnt-I'm-better-off-without-you' theme.

 

Funny how quick the milk turns sour
Isn't it, isn't it
Your face has been looking like that for hours
Hasn't it, hasn't it
Promises, promises turn to dust
Wedding bells just turn to rust
Trust into mistrust

What is your favorite scent or smell and why? 
Submitted by Nebraska Plates.

Yardley's April Violets. It was my nan's favourite scent and I still have a couple of the little china barrels that it was in that were hers. It's kind of a family favourite and I often have people sniff me and say that I smell of parma violets when I wear it. It's sweet and old fashioned and I love it.

What are you saving up for? 
Submitted by Star. 

I have a snowman who is comprised of three tins (pic to follow when I can be bothered to get up - I'm tired and trying to keep warm under a duvet) and each tin has a set of denominations allocated to him. I started him in the first week of January and whenever I get spare change in my purse, in it goes. I've already got over £25 in there. I've told myself he's for Christmas 2008, but you never know when something else will pop up.

Ringtones: What's yours and how often do you change it? 
Submitted by enrico.  

The Captain Pugwash theme, otherwise known as 'The Trumpet Hornpipe'.

 

Which person from your past, who you've lost touch with, do you wonder about the most? 
Submitted by ancora impara.

With the re-emergence of Take That, I quite often wonder what happened to a pal called Sam Tear. She was absolutely smitten with Mark Owen and she with another friend called Andrea would hunt down where the boys were staying to get a glimpse of them. Her greatest triumph was getting a photo taken with Mark one time.

Tell us a true story that proves it really is a small world after all. 
Submitted by havybeaks.

Oh I have heaps of these but the two that spring immediately to mind are...

Back in Northampton, I met through a friend a gal who I got quite friendly with. It was the kind of friendly where we know enough of each others families and love life that we didn't need to see each other for ages but could always have a good old goss when we did and it wouldn't seem like an age since we'd last met. I hadn't seen her in ages, but on a visit to a supermarket with KT when down here, I was pounced on, and there she was. She'd moved this way, as I planned to, and had settled on coming here by whirling a pin over an atlas of all things. Then, last year, we met up again as she was coming out of a shop we were going into and introduced us to her fiance. KT and I both recognised him, but couldn't figure out from where. We found out a week later when we went to a meeting at the girls' scout troop - he was one of their leaders!

Then, way back when the girls were toddlers, I joined a weekly group of parents who would have a chinwag whilst the kids were in a creche. The first day there I met (ooh just realised the gals from both stories have the same first name as well) someone who I took an instant liking to. We chatted away, with her yapping along at a million miles an hour and we realised we both married to men with the same first name. We then discovered we both had daughters in the creche with the same first name. Laughingly, she asked my lasy name and we discovered we even shared that (and it's not a common one at all). Instantly we went through the whole shebang of "have you got this?", "where were you...?" and by the time we were finished we had filled an A4 sheet with similarities between us. Same wedding rings, our daughters were christened in the same church, her husband had moved there from the same place I had, all sorts of things. We even discovered that our girls, went to the same eye clinic at the hospital and later on we both recieved letters from there for the other HJ. One day, I met her in town and we said goodbye at the bus station - that's when I discovered that her dad was my regular bus driver.

What do you enjoy most about summer?
Submitted by Alex.

I like it when the kids are off for the holidays and we can do more things together without worrying that they should have an early night ready for school. We spend more time down the beach, just reading or watching the waves, generally relaxing or people watching.

The girls' birthday is at the start of August and we always head to the same spot on the prom for singing, playing and cake... which leads me to my favourite photo from last summer...

 

The girls had just spent an hour or so helping pack a van full of gear for their Scout summer camp and I don't think they thought we were still going to the beach. They spent ages rushing to get wet, J getting grumpy when she got soaked and they were just sooo happy. I luffs my girlies. 

What was your worst hairstyle decision ever?

The first time it happened, it wasn't technically my decision as to the result. When I was 12 I wanted a trim, no more than 4-5 inches as my hair was so long I could sit on it and would roll over in the night and trap myself. Mum had a mobile hairstylist come to see her and I begged to let me have a little chopped off. What I ended up with was hair shorter than almost every boy in my school, it was cut tightly up onto my neck and the fringe was almost non existant. I'd realised what was happening when the scissors were snipping somewhere close to my shoulders, but Mum said it was the way the stylist was holding the scissors. When I saw the huge pile of hair on the kitchen floor I cried my heart out and got a thick ear for my trouble. I can clearly remember feeling incredibly sick at the idea of going to school. After that, I refused to go to the hairdressers any more even when my mum complained about how awful it looked - my fringe grew so long it was past my armpits.

The second time the decision was letting my mum 'trim' my hair when I was about 26. I asked that it be no shorter than where my bra sits across my back and figured that would be a good guide for her. As I sat bolt upright in her boyfriend's kitchen, I felt uneasy at where I could feel her snipping and asked if she remembered where I wanted it. I got snapped at and with one side done, she told me to either shut up or she'd flipping leave it. I sat there, totally miserable, watching the horror on the faces of those watching and just knowing she'd cut it much shorter. That time it ended up level with my jaw and with long bits straggling. The best bit was, all my family came to me for haircuts and Mum wanted hers done next. She berated me before I even started, telling me I had better not pay her back and I knew then that was the closest I would ever get to her admitting that she'd gone totally wrong.

The third time, four years back, was the last time I ever went to a salon and it'd been the first time in 19 years that I'd attempted to have a professional cut. KT had his hair trimmed there regularly and as a treat, he'd booked me in at the same time as his next visit. I explained to the salon owner that I was nervous and he said no problems, he would do whatever I wanted. I requested a long fringe that would sweep just above the bridge of my nose and layers in a cut that would be no shorter than my armpits. He made me take my glasses off and sat there trying to squint short sightedly into the mirror so I could watch him. He told me off, and told me to relax. I tried. I stopped squinting but kept stock still as he hacked away. He cut at the back first and took ages at it. I thought to myself that I had a better chance of a great haircut with the owner having a go at it and with him taking so long too! He started on my fringe and from the first cut I knew it was going to be short. I repeated the length that I wanted and he told me that was what he was doing, to relax and let him get on with it, so I shut up. I should have squawked. I could feel a breeze on my forehead that I hadn't felt since that cut when I was 12 and I steeled myself as he got my glasses and a mirror to me. I didn't even look at it properly before I could feel myself deflating. The back was a hack job that any 5 year old could do with a pair of blunt scissors and my fringe was non existant - he'd literally cut it a centimetre from the hairline. KT paid and I dragged him out as fast as I could and when we got back to his I think I cried for about 5 hours. It took three months before I would go out of the house without wearing a bandana or a hat and although I would desperately like to have a proper do rather than trimming my hair myself, I really can't trust anyone else to do it.

Who are the last five people you called on your cell phone?

KT

My sister, Melly

My boys

My mother

The dentist

 

In that order

How many TVs do you have in your house?

Just the one and I only recently bought that one. Before then, we hadn't had a t.v. set for absolutely years. The girls kept getting homework where they had to watch this programme or that which was all to do with their curriculum and they were so excited when I went to buy this one.

I still regret buying it some days though, especially when I hear that H has switched it on as soon as she gets downstairs. I make her turn it off until they are completely ready for school.