Today I very nearly became a statistic. The one about marriages that last less than a year.
MC and I do not get on when we've been drinking. The last few times we've been out have culminated in nasty arguments in which we've said increasingly vile things to each other.
Last night was no exception and this morning I was ready to walk away. We love each other but I'm just not sure that we bring out the best in each other and we certainly don't treat one another with very much respect once the insults start flying.
He's persuaded me to give the relationship another chance - and we're both going to cut out the booze completely, which is a vital ingredient here I think.
Wish us luck.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
A friend is threatening to leave Facebook. He says that at best it's 'inane' and at it's worst it's full of people gloating about how much better their lives are than everybody else's.
If you want to stay in touch, he declares, you can email me. Only it doesn't particularly sound like he wants to stay in touch with us.
Personally I don't see FB as a means of gloating to one's friends. When I see that someone I know has had a baby, or a nice holiday, or a new pet kangaroo or too many glasses of wine the night before, I don't automatically think 'you bastards. Why don't I have that?'.
Maybe I'm the exception to some unwritten social rule (it wouldn't be the first time) because I don't compete with my friends. But honestly, I don't want to. I love them (well, most of them) - but I don't want to BE them. And I'm quite sure they have no interest in being me either, with my internal seething mass of neuroses.
Although I did enjoy posting from my little corner of paradise in Bali when I knew full well that everyone else was at work. But that's just banter, right ;)
If you want to stay in touch, he declares, you can email me. Only it doesn't particularly sound like he wants to stay in touch with us.
Personally I don't see FB as a means of gloating to one's friends. When I see that someone I know has had a baby, or a nice holiday, or a new pet kangaroo or too many glasses of wine the night before, I don't automatically think 'you bastards. Why don't I have that?'.
Maybe I'm the exception to some unwritten social rule (it wouldn't be the first time) because I don't compete with my friends. But honestly, I don't want to. I love them (well, most of them) - but I don't want to BE them. And I'm quite sure they have no interest in being me either, with my internal seething mass of neuroses.
Although I did enjoy posting from my little corner of paradise in Bali when I knew full well that everyone else was at work. But that's just banter, right ;)
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Gadget girl
Our house is a gamers paradise. Unfortunately for me, I've never been into games.
Until now.
Thanks to a new job, I now have Mondays off. Which is nice. Yesterday's Monday, however, was the greyest, grimmest, coldest and generally most miserable day of the autumn so far.
So I picked up MC's Guitar Hero. Granted, I had to call him to ask him how to get started... But once I'd managed that - oh boy. For almost 3 hours I was Alice Cooper, Jimi Hendrix, Eric Clapton.
I kicked Guitar Hero ass. OK so I didn't quite manage every note, and yeah, during one tune my virtual audience started throwing virtual things at virtual me as I couldn't quite get the rhythm.
But I loved it. I don't think my neighbours shared my joy (why weren't they at work by the way?). I had to stop when a van pulled up outside and started drilling the pavement directly outside. Of all the houses in all the streets... They could have just banged on the wall.
Until now.
Thanks to a new job, I now have Mondays off. Which is nice. Yesterday's Monday, however, was the greyest, grimmest, coldest and generally most miserable day of the autumn so far.
So I picked up MC's Guitar Hero. Granted, I had to call him to ask him how to get started... But once I'd managed that - oh boy. For almost 3 hours I was Alice Cooper, Jimi Hendrix, Eric Clapton.
I kicked Guitar Hero ass. OK so I didn't quite manage every note, and yeah, during one tune my virtual audience started throwing virtual things at virtual me as I couldn't quite get the rhythm.
But I loved it. I don't think my neighbours shared my joy (why weren't they at work by the way?). I had to stop when a van pulled up outside and started drilling the pavement directly outside. Of all the houses in all the streets... They could have just banged on the wall.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
The big name change
I am quite literally in the process of splitting myself in half.
Zuzula will continue to be the journalist, the professional career woman yada yada, while Mrs MC will be the wife, the friend, perhaps one day the mother.
The difficulty is deciding which bits of my online life are my own, and which belong to work. Facebook I consider to be private, so there I have become Mrs MC. Twitter is a tricky because, while I don't strictly use it for work, people do follow me on it as a result of work.
And then there's the plethora of personal email accounts... Should gmail be for work and hotmail for friends, or vice versa?
I'm not looking forward to changing my bank account either. I've already had to cancel my ATM card once this week because of fraud, i don't think they will be very pleased when I tell them I need yet another new card in my new name.
It's all very confusing.
In other news a friend and I have started podcasting! It's such fun, we really love it. It's very early days and we're after as much feedback as we can get so drop me an email if you fancy lending me your ears.....
Zuzula will continue to be the journalist, the professional career woman yada yada, while Mrs MC will be the wife, the friend, perhaps one day the mother.
The difficulty is deciding which bits of my online life are my own, and which belong to work. Facebook I consider to be private, so there I have become Mrs MC. Twitter is a tricky because, while I don't strictly use it for work, people do follow me on it as a result of work.
And then there's the plethora of personal email accounts... Should gmail be for work and hotmail for friends, or vice versa?
I'm not looking forward to changing my bank account either. I've already had to cancel my ATM card once this week because of fraud, i don't think they will be very pleased when I tell them I need yet another new card in my new name.
It's all very confusing.
In other news a friend and I have started podcasting! It's such fun, we really love it. It's very early days and we're after as much feedback as we can get so drop me an email if you fancy lending me your ears.....
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Introducing Mrs MC
So much has happened since my last post. Most importantly of all, I am now a married woman! Those of you who have followed my exploits over the years will no doubt be as surprised as I am that I finally have a ring on my finger.
We had the perfect wedding weekend down in Dorset complete with friends, family and the world's largest hog roast ('people will never eat all that food!' said the lady who provided it. 'you haven't met my guests,' I replied. Sure enough, it was all gone in less than 2 hours. Including the 2 extra legs).
As for the dress - ah, the dress. It was truly amazing to float around in such an exquisite garment all day, even if my bridesmaids had to accompany me to the loos to help hold it all up (they may disagree).
We're off on our honeymoon proper in about 6 weeks but managed to squeeze in a 'minimoon' in Dorset from which I have just returned. It was glorious. The booze flowed and I ate my own weight in, well, whatever i fancied. I am actually quite looking forward to a week of healthy living - i must have pure champagne running through my veins and am probably about 90% pork by now.
I'm still getting used to referring to MC as my husband. Everytime I say it I expect people to laugh incredulously and say 'your what?!' - it's such a novelty.
I am keeping my maiden name for work purposes (which is another blog post in itself) but am Mrs MC in all other walks of life. Really must work on my signature though. My two year old niece could come up with something neater than I have managed thus far.
So yes - so far so good on the marriage front. Just need to figure out how we're going to pay for it all...
We had the perfect wedding weekend down in Dorset complete with friends, family and the world's largest hog roast ('people will never eat all that food!' said the lady who provided it. 'you haven't met my guests,' I replied. Sure enough, it was all gone in less than 2 hours. Including the 2 extra legs).
As for the dress - ah, the dress. It was truly amazing to float around in such an exquisite garment all day, even if my bridesmaids had to accompany me to the loos to help hold it all up (they may disagree).
We're off on our honeymoon proper in about 6 weeks but managed to squeeze in a 'minimoon' in Dorset from which I have just returned. It was glorious. The booze flowed and I ate my own weight in, well, whatever i fancied. I am actually quite looking forward to a week of healthy living - i must have pure champagne running through my veins and am probably about 90% pork by now.
I'm still getting used to referring to MC as my husband. Everytime I say it I expect people to laugh incredulously and say 'your what?!' - it's such a novelty.
I am keeping my maiden name for work purposes (which is another blog post in itself) but am Mrs MC in all other walks of life. Really must work on my signature though. My two year old niece could come up with something neater than I have managed thus far.
So yes - so far so good on the marriage front. Just need to figure out how we're going to pay for it all...
Sunday, June 21, 2009
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