Eye Drying & Hair Mascara
Ok, so there i was the other day, doing what girls do best- multitasking, or perhaps we don't do it that well. Desperately trying to get ready for a curry after having a shower, which was all down to doing an exercise dvd for the previous hour- so we can categorically pin this one on the exercise dvd i think...anyway, i had washed my hair, cos it was skanky, in the shower, which took some time, but at least meant i didn't leave the house looking a state. Meanwhile everyone (that is gilly and mike) arrived at the house...so now i knew they were waiting for me (nothing too unusual there, but all the same depressing) so i tried multitasking. Apparently women are supposed to be good at it.
I was...to a degree.
I started off drying my hair with one hand, whilst applying eyeshadow with the other...all ok so far. Then it got to the mascara. I have to say it was only a momentary blip in the multitasking phenomenon. But yes, i did GO, didn't actually do it, stopped myself in time, but i did go to put mascara on my hair, and the hairdryer went up to my eye, which, fortunately i shut in time so it wasn't burned to a crisp...if eyes can burn???!!
So i have coined this phrase Eye Drying and Hair Mascara.
The curry was good.
Although mike managed to fit inside him a hell of a lot of naan bread- and i mean a HELL of a lot.
One family sized Garlic naan to start with (accompanied by Saag) which he proceeded to eat like pizza much to my astonishment sitting directly opposite him. He then ate most of the saag, before delicately asking if i was going to finish my (normal sized) naan. When i said 'no' he took it with glee saying something about only not eating the rest of the saag because somehow he had run out of family sized naan to scoop it up with...don't ask me how he managed that one! He then finished my naan and bits of other people's and yet, when he stood up he wasn't any bigger. I don't understand A) how he can eat that much and B) why he didn't explode!
If anyone has answers they'd be greatly welcomed.
I'm currently desperately trying to write an assignment...this is a welcome distraction. I am finding it difficult as i've never done Play Work and it's all about Play work. The reading isn't helping much either. On the plus side though, my visit to Winson Green Prison is now sorted, after a lot of phone calls, a lot of being passed to various people inside and outside the prison service (professionals not prisoners, and through the medium of phone, not in person!) we (i say we, but really Jodie) finally managed to get hold of the guy we needed to speak to. Expecting him to tell us we need to leave 2 weeks for clearance as is normal proceedure, and him not being able to meet our ever shortening visit date, he surpised us both by saying he could get us in on a day pass with no clearance, and his deputy would answer any questions we have and show us what we wanted. Fantastic. However, it was still, on reflection, much harder to get INSIDE a prison than i anticipated (without committing a felony that is...i'm sure that ensures a shortened route). So we're all set for next Thursday afternoon when we go to prison. My housemates have delighted in this news, Nik especially, saying things like: yeah we're gonna go to GTV and say things like: Ali wanted to be here today, but unfortunately she's gone to prison. I'm sure they will have lots of fun with it.
Right...back to the essay it is then.
I was...to a degree.
I started off drying my hair with one hand, whilst applying eyeshadow with the other...all ok so far. Then it got to the mascara. I have to say it was only a momentary blip in the multitasking phenomenon. But yes, i did GO, didn't actually do it, stopped myself in time, but i did go to put mascara on my hair, and the hairdryer went up to my eye, which, fortunately i shut in time so it wasn't burned to a crisp...if eyes can burn???!!
So i have coined this phrase Eye Drying and Hair Mascara.
The curry was good.
Although mike managed to fit inside him a hell of a lot of naan bread- and i mean a HELL of a lot.
One family sized Garlic naan to start with (accompanied by Saag) which he proceeded to eat like pizza much to my astonishment sitting directly opposite him. He then ate most of the saag, before delicately asking if i was going to finish my (normal sized) naan. When i said 'no' he took it with glee saying something about only not eating the rest of the saag because somehow he had run out of family sized naan to scoop it up with...don't ask me how he managed that one! He then finished my naan and bits of other people's and yet, when he stood up he wasn't any bigger. I don't understand A) how he can eat that much and B) why he didn't explode!
If anyone has answers they'd be greatly welcomed.
I'm currently desperately trying to write an assignment...this is a welcome distraction. I am finding it difficult as i've never done Play Work and it's all about Play work. The reading isn't helping much either. On the plus side though, my visit to Winson Green Prison is now sorted, after a lot of phone calls, a lot of being passed to various people inside and outside the prison service (professionals not prisoners, and through the medium of phone, not in person!) we (i say we, but really Jodie) finally managed to get hold of the guy we needed to speak to. Expecting him to tell us we need to leave 2 weeks for clearance as is normal proceedure, and him not being able to meet our ever shortening visit date, he surpised us both by saying he could get us in on a day pass with no clearance, and his deputy would answer any questions we have and show us what we wanted. Fantastic. However, it was still, on reflection, much harder to get INSIDE a prison than i anticipated (without committing a felony that is...i'm sure that ensures a shortened route). So we're all set for next Thursday afternoon when we go to prison. My housemates have delighted in this news, Nik especially, saying things like: yeah we're gonna go to GTV and say things like: Ali wanted to be here today, but unfortunately she's gone to prison. I'm sure they will have lots of fun with it.
Right...back to the essay it is then.
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