My thoughts...my dreams.....my hopes...my fears....
I have decided i dont like parties. Well party type of thingys whereby u plan a nice quiet night and then slowly the night turns into a house filled frenzy! Well that sort of thing. The trouble with them is that they sort of blow my good intends straight out of the window. I suppose i ought to be a little more disciplined ....well i guess thats sort of stating the obvious anyway,lol, i do actually start off quite firm, sticking to my one glass of wine and declining all other offers <ws> but then slowly upon slowly my good resolve goes to pot! ...and it isnt even my fault when i think about it, its people!...people who wont accept no for an answer and decide i do indeed need another drink, admittedly perhaps my sulking in the corner might send their pityful glances my way...but who am i to overly refuse, its bad manners after all. So what happens is a bottle of voddie later and enough red bull to turn a hedgehog sonic, im well away, i quite often turn into a butterfly, and most who know me now accept that an evening of drinking will result in my becoming anything other than what i am or whatever it is takes me at that particular moment,,,,, anyway this weekend it was the butterfly fluttering my arms that have turned into wings and generally propbably driving everyone up the wall. I am always in exeptionally good spirits when i drink....however i am also brutally honest and will in an instant unleash a tongue bashing on whom so ever i have decided deserves it. I think Steve thinks i am a little mad, my son and his mates seem to find it hysterical and go into cuddle me mode, my daughter and her mates tend to hide for fear i will have them all doing the butterfly ball and my friends just sort of humour me, well my vanilla friends humour me, others are not perhaps so resilliant to the babblings of a mad woman! But on a good point i dont overly care what people think of me,as long as my family are happy then im happy, i generally get on with anyone , probably because i just waffle away to them about abso anything until they exhaustedly and probably pityfully collapse into a 'we love you' kind of mode! 
Anyway i have broken all my rules and all my resolution thingys this weekend , i crawled into bed yesterday morning at 6 a.m, collapsed upon steve and demanded the sopranos was put on for me to blissfully drift off to! Obviously he did decide to indulge himself in the comatozed bitch beside him but who am i to complain 
Saturday was a day of extreme suffering, paracetimals and failed tasks. Fortunately i was thoroughly pampered back to health <smiles>, tho had to undergo a severe telephone convo with Master who reminded me firmly of my failings. I shall be meeting with him on Monday to discuss further as i was unfortunately unable to make yesterdays planned meeting. So i have now got to focus on my failed tasks which probably means im going to be up til bloody four a.m !!!
So......... ive now decided i shant accept any more invites or party type nights as they only lead to me getting into trouble.....leaving me thoroughly remorseful
Blessings to all x B.L x
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