The Easter Bunny

With Easter just right around the corner (on the same day as my sister's birthday too!) I decided this post should be dedicated to Easter, or more specific , the Easter Bunny.

Now, when I was younger I never even heard of the Easter Bunny until I went to school. Sure every Easter I would get a ton of Easter eggs (those were the days) but I never knew anything about a rabbit that supposedly delivered them. I had no idea why a rabbit was associated with Easter eggs. No-one I knew seemed to know the answer either.

Until Today.

I've decided to do some research on the Easter Bunny

Thank god for the internet and more importantly, Google

"The Easter bunny has its origin in pre-Christian fertility lore. The Hare and the Rabbit were the most fertile animals known and they served as symbols of the new life during the Spring season.

The bunny as an Easter symbol seems to have it's origins in Germany, where it was first mentioned in German writings in the 1500s. The first edible Easter bunnies were made in Germany during the early 1800s. These were made of pastry and sugar.

The Easter bunny was introduced to American folklore by the German settlers who arrived in the Pennsylvania Dutch country during the 1700s. The arrival of the "Oschter Haws" was considered "childhood's greatest pleasure" next to a visit from Christ-Kindel on Christmas Eve. The children believed that if they were good the "Oschter Haws" would lay a nest of colored eggs

The children would build their nest in a secluded place in the home, the barn or the garden. Boys would use their caps and girls their bonnets to make the nests . The use of elaborate Easter baskets would come later as the tradition of the Easter bunny spread through out the country."

See you learn something new everyday!

Hope everyone has a good Easter :)

Oh this pic makes me laugh!

The Wasp

Yesterday I was awoken by a loud buzzing noise. Not wanting to get out of bed though, I tried to ignore it and go back to sleep. But as time wore on, the buzzing started to really piss me off. So, throwing the covers off myself, I stormed to my window only to discover it was a wasp. Not any old wasp, the biggest wasp I had ever seen!

Oh course, my first reaction was to scream and rush to Siân's room and get her to kill it. She was having none of it though and kicked me out of her room. So, gathering up some courage, I went back to my room to see if I could catch it.

So with a glass in one hand and a piece of cardboard in the next, I slowly walked towards the window. I could hear the wasp buzzing angrily from behind the curtains. I knew if I didn't catch it on the first go, I was screwed. After gathering some more courage, I decided to pull back the curtain.

That's when everything slowed down. The wasp was ponding against the window as my arm stretched out to capture it. Fortunately for me, I managed to catch it first time around. Then, quickly sliding some cardboard under the glass, I proceeded to go and show Siân the size of the fucker!

The biggest Wasp I have EVER seen!
(Click pic to enlarge)

To say she was freaked out as much as I was was an understatement. We both peered into the glass before setting it down on the table, as we were too scared to release it.

Siân "What if it escapes?"
Me "Siân, it's in a glass, how can it escape?"

Siân "I've seen spiders escape from glass before."

*Puts candle on top of glass*

Siân "It doesn't seem heavy enough"

Me "Get the tape"

Yes maybe a tad bit dramatic, but we decided for our own safety, we would have to put a little bit of tape to the bottom of the glass so the wasp wouldn't escape. Even when the wasp would fall from the top of the glass to the bottom, we would jump right out of our skins. And for the remainder of the day, every time it fell, we would let out a little squeak and jump.

 Eventually, we both gained enough courage to go outside and release the wasp. Of course this involved slowly opening the tape and dropping the glass in the bin and running like fuck.

I'm coming out...

Not out of the closet, I pranced out of there a few years back. I have an(other) addiction. Nope its not cigarettes, or champagne... or the internet...

lI didn't mean too, it just happened. It's work's fault! I developed a craving which, kinda turned into an addiciton.

I am addicted.... to Irn Bru.

It all started so innocently, as most addictions do. It all started when I was looking at the vending machine and thought to myself, oh, Irn Bru, I haven't had that in ages.

It went down hill from there.

I didn't really notice I had developed a serious Irn Bru craving until, one of my colleagues asked me how many cans I have a day. On good days its four, on bad days its more (like my rhyme?) That's only 20 cans a week, which is... 80 cans a month. God I need help! But at 60p a can, who cares?

The day I realised I had an addiction to Irn Bru was the day my door to the locker rooms got jammed. On the day I decided not to have a can before work.

Since we couldn't get in, I had to drink plain water with my break. I had unintentionally gone into cold turkey mode, but after the "I can quit" phase has run out and you desperately want your fix.

However, a few hours passed and I started feeling better. Maybe I could work a whole shift without needing Irn Bru. I announced to my colleagues that I may have kicked my habit. A few seconds later, someone told me the locker door was working and like a flash, I was at the vending machine getting some Irn Bru.

Old habits die hard eh?

P.S. Who else loves the Irn Bru Christmas advert? It's just not Christmas without that advert ^.^

Saturday (The Next Day)

This post is sort of a part 2 to the last one, When Champagne Thursday Met Friday.

On Saturday morning, I woke up with a jump. I was sure I was late for work so I basically jumped across the room to check the time on my mobile. It was 6am. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. That was when the hungover prevention gene kicked in.

Must. Drink. Water.

Slowly, I stumbled out of my room and into the kitchen and poured myself a pint of water. I downed it then and there, but it didn't quench my thirst. So I had more... and more. While standing at the kitchen sink, downing my water, flashbacks of downing my vodka and coke pints came flooding back. The next step of the hungover prevention gene was to find food.

Everyone has told themselves this lie before

Its funny how when hungover, everything goes back to basics. I think it's because you are too unable to do anything else but eat, drink and sleep.

Luckily, I had bought a loaf of bread the day before and it hadn't been opened yet. Lucky for me, but not for the bread. I decided toast would be the best way to go. Unfortunately for me, my toaster only has two slots in it, so I basically stood over the toaster and when it popped up, I buttered it and put more in. And repeat cycle a few times. Before I knew it, I only had 4 slices left.

So I decided the next step in preventing my hangover would be to watch some Will & Grace and have a wee nap.

A few hours later...

I woke up feeling well rested and fabulous, despite looking it. I was ready to go to work and kick major ass. After getting ready for work, Keith & Sian told me what they had gotten up to after I had "flown the co-op". They had told me they ended up at our neighbours and stayed there for a while and got super drunk. They were even sick when they got back (lovely).

Work went ok up until a certain point. It wasn't until I needed to top up on food that I started feeling worse. That, and I hadn't had my Irn Bru fix yet, which always cures a hangover. But of course, by time I went for my break, the hangover was in full swing and there was no stopping it. That night I managed to walk into doors, walls, trip over nothing, spill water.... the list goes on.

And of course, by time I finished work at 2am, my hangover was gone

Hangovers can be a right twisted bitch sometimes

When Champagne Thursday Met Friday

Last week, we had to make the decision to move Champagne Thursday to the Friday instead, due to me working. Well the decision part was easy, I told my flatmates the plan and they agreed, with Keith complaining in the background that it isn't actually Champagne Thursday if we had it on a Friday...

The next night.

Sian decided we should take down the tacky brightly coloured decorations down from her birthday (the week before). For fun, I decided to throw the paper up in the air and watch it fall. It was a lot of fun. So we took pictures of me throwing it around the room as we waited on Keith to hurry up fixing his iTunes.

Note: This was before any alcohol

When Keith finally finished, we all gathered in the living room for our wee tradition, which is sit around talking about what has happened in our week. I showed them that bloody "Friday" song by Rebecca Black. Since I had heard it, it was only fair that they should hear (suffer) it too. I made a comment about how it had been ages since we last had Champagne, only to be reminded it had been 8 days...

After we finished our monster glasses of Champagne, I, who haven't eaten all day, started to feel rather tipsy. It was then when we all decided we should get more alcohol and make it a flat drinking session. (But of course!)

So, off we went. Well me and Keith anyway, to the shop to buy more booze. Deciding I was too tipsy to buy any alcohol and not having my I.D. with me, I sent Keith in to get the supplies. One bottle of Champagne and a bottle of Vodka.

A few tweets from that night and the next day...

One bottle of Champagne later...

We were on our way to drunksville. Another great decision we made that night was to play Ring Of Fire by ourselves. But instead of downing Champagne, the vodka was cracked opened. As I was about to pour my drink into the cup, it was only then I realised that, we were drinking exactly the same thing and that it would be pointless to pour the same thing into a cup to down. So we changed the rules slightly, the ace card would be truth or dare... more truth than dare.

Surprisingly, after the Ring Of Fire I got wasted and decided it would be best to retire to bed before I ended up being sick. I remember lying in bed thinking I was gonna be sick, but simply passed out. My flatmates, however, weren't so bright to follow from my example. They continued to party. They also met our downstairs neighbours and started drinking with them. Sian still believes her and Keith got spiked because they were both sick

I believe just some people can't handle their booze.

R.I.P. Granny

"A heart of gold stopped beating, two shining eyes at rest, God broke our hearts to prove, he only takes the best."

Rest in Peace

August 12th 1926 - March 11th 2011

"wirst o news da day
me grand midders no biddin
at sooth setter farm

an wirst eva stillwhile der pittin her ina gref
I'll be ower far awa

But dinna you fret granny
even though di body's geen on
du's firever in my heart "

It doesn't seem real yet that you've gone. I don't want to believe it. I wish I had gotten the opportunity to see you one last time when I had the chance. I'm gonna miss you and I hope you're happy where you are

xxx 

Champagne Thursday!

Yesterday was a celebration! Not because it was Champagne Thursday, but because it was the first month's anniversary of Champagne Thursday.

What's Champagne Thursday you ask. Well let me tell you. Every Thursday, which happens to be my day off of course, me and my flatmates get together for a wee chat about our week, gossip we've heard and generally bask in each other's awesomeness whilst we drink champagne out of massive kick ass glasses.

The origin of Champagne Thursday happened when I went back home last month. One of my friends had brought a bottle of champagne just for the hell of it. I was hooked. And the anticipation of trying to open the bottle and the satisfaction of the pop once you do really is thrilling. Also, this was on a Friday, but I think Champagne Thursday sounds a lot better than Champagne Friday.

The moment my addiction started... POP!

So yesterday,  I was celebrating one month of being a Champagne alcoholic. And what did I do to celebrate it? Apart from drinking, nothing special. We were busy trying to get last minute preparerations for Sian's 21st Nintendo Birthday party tomorrow. Painting hats, tails, yoshis, making vodka jelly and we're still not done! However it is awfully exciting once everything has been done and I've got into my costume, which I still need to get. I'm going as Charmander :P


But getting on track, I think everyone should celebrate Champagne Thursday.  I mean, why not?

(Obviously you need to be drinking age to celebrate)