needles hurt

Tomorrow, (Tuesday...wait, it's already Tuesday if you're British) Pastor Cleetus Adrian from Texas will be featured on Miami Ink getting a brand new tattoo! If you haven't heard this amazing punk preacha...well, you need to get the recordings from TACF's Freshwind Conference.
Watch channel 34 at 10pm.
I just saw the commercial for the episode...eeeeeeee!!!!!
I wonder what the design will be...what the artist will think...what the conversation will be like....

Mark, want to visit Miami for your next one? And will I EVER be able to face the pain?

carebears

hahahaha...check this out. you know i love this comic.

meow

I found a kitten. It wasn't hard. I returned to an empty house this evening, looking forward to some peace and some silence. Yes, actual silence (Mark, you are so blessed to be spending time in the country!).

Instead, I found a kitten who will remain nameless as to protect his identity.
What an adorable creature! Black, white, and fluffy. He looked quite cold, huddled against the brick of the house on our front porch. Judging by the size of our previous cats (whom my sister had found as strays), I think he is around one year old. Tiny little fellow...

I want it I want it I want it.

Normally a dog person, I think I'd do my best to save baby animals of any kind. They're just littlies... come on, you would too. That reminds me of this past summer. A baby hedgehog was found drowning in the Hardy pond. He was almost successfully nursed back to life over a couple of days, but he eventually died. Poor thing would have probably had nasty flashbacks the rest of his life at the sight of water anyway... R.I.P.

Soooo, I tried to approach as gently as possible with my one hundred thousand pound backpack on me, but at the one metre point I had crossed his boundary line and he vanished under the wooden fence. Awww, rubbish. So I left out some proper cat food and milk. I can't wait to see if he's eaten it in the morning...like Santa's cookies that you leave out Christmas eve. Except that Santa is a huge obese outright lie...thank God somebody had the guts to finally tell me last year...

Small towns and big parties...

I just got back from Retford. I was at the house of my friend James, who is a bit of a legend. We were using spray paint to turn white t-shirts into badger costumes for a party next weekend.
Now, I'm not complaining by any means, but it seems that since I've left Leeds, all I've done is go to parties. As you can see from the picture, we threw one awesome leaving party for me. Big crowd there, the band played an awesome set... A real good send off. Then last weekend we made the annual pilgrimage to Alton Towers for my best man's birthday. Next Friday, it's back to Leeds, where I will be djing at Sarah and Becky's British Wildlife party. Hence the badger costumes.

So, it's been a pretty hectic fortnight really. I've had just enough time to settle back here, and I'm rather enjoying country life. The scenery is certainly better than Leeds. I'm enjoying a quieter week life too. My parents love to do a crossword, so that works out pretty good (although it's no match for CCC with Mr Wolfson), and there's a lot more space in the house.
One disadvantage that I'm just discovering, however, is that we only have one computer in the house. That means that we all have to share it. So when I planned to blog the other night, I came in and found that my mom was using it for work. I came in a couple of days later when I had another chance, and my sister was emailing. Sucks. So, that explains the gap in my presence here. Never mind, now that Bethany has joined the Salivation Nation blogging ranks, she's been able to keep you all entertained while I've been desperately trying to access the internet.

Good news in my house - my little sister's getting married next year. That makes the both of us. It's rather pleasing for me, because she's been with her boyfriend for five years now, and we've become rather good friends. He's a really good guy, and I'm very pleased that he's going to be my brother in law. It also gives us a very good reason to be back in the UK next summer, which will be quite enjoyable after a lengthy absence. It all works out in the end.

And so I come to my point. I was worried that when I moved here I would be bored. Back in a small town after 5 years of city life; none of my bandmates here; neighbours that I don't know, and even if I did are proabably not really my sort of people; having to keep the noise down etc. As it happens, however, it would seem that I rather enjoy the peace and quiet of life here. During the week I spend very little money, which will come as a relief and a blessing to both myself and my wonderful future wife. I have time to do things (even if I am unable to do them). And if I thought that I might be at a loose end, someone is always having a party. I can't wait to dress up as a badger with James next weekend; I can't wait to dj at the party; I really can't wait to see everyone in Leeds again. Most of all I can't wait till next Sunday, when I fly out to Canada for a week. But, when all of that is over, I'm very much looking forward to the last few months of (relatively) peaceful, relaxing time here in Worksop with my family. And if the country life starts to become tiresome, I'm fairly sure that someone will be throwing a party to keep me entertained...

North

Today a bunch of us are driving a couple hours up to Wasaga in the Puddle mobile to have a Thanksgiving BBQ at the Crithley res. Yes, the food will be scrumptious and plenty, but for me it comes in secondary to the BONFIRE. Oh how I've longed for a hot, crackling fire to roast marshmallows in and sit round. Fire is good.
I can smell it now...


Aaaaaand, Thanksgiving weekend is also when Mark and I officially got to together TWO YEARS AGO. Woweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!



Love you, Hardy....
beth

i know i know...

going from NEVER blogging to blogging twice in a day?
you just haaaaaaaave to read this verse that I've been chewing on steady:

Matthew 11:12 in the Amplified
And from the days of John the Baptist until the present time, the kingdom of heaven has endured violent assault, and violent men seize it by force [as a precious prize--a [share in the heavenly kingdom is sought with most ardent zeal and intense exertion].
It feels so good to be zealous about something...are you?

a nest for the love birds...

Yipeeeeeee! So, we scored the sweetest place to live. I'm amazed :)
It really makes the whole getting married thing a whole lot more...real.

It's a basement apartment owned by my family- hook-ups! It was a deal we couldn't refuse, and holy smokes it's BIIIIIG. The best way to describe it, is very 'open-concept'. We'll get to clean/paint do stuff November 1st (you'll see our recruitment posters soon...haha)which leaves loads of time and I am sooooooooooooo FLIPPING EXCITED. I keep daydreaming about our little nest...it helps when you're trying desperately to procrastinate from doing assignments (pretty much like I'm doing now.Shhh!).
Yeah, lately spare time is spent looking at whacky home stores and paint samples...sigh. I can't pry myself away!



Now, the only thing missing? A neighbour named Kramer. That's our DREAM. Seriously.





One day...oh,one day...