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Life of Lu 19/07/2012

Have you ever seen the TV series Taken?
I'm not talking about the fabulously ridiculous Liam Neeson movie.
I'm talking about the series with Dakota Fanning.


Well,
If you haven't watched it then you should.
It is amazing.
The boy and I have been watching it this past week and I just can't get enough of it.
It has aliens, conspiricies, tie-ins with real life events, hot boys.
What more can you ask for in a series?
There are ten episodes and each is a mini movie.
It takes dedicated viewing but I promise you won't be disappointed!
Watch it.

Well, personally I've had a pretty super week.
I passed my twelve week training at work (whoop!)
The downside is that I am leaving the store I trained in.
The upside is a payrise and a bit of an adventure!
Thank you to everyone who helped me along the way.
You are all Mega!
Whoop!

I was sitting on the bus yesterday and I heard two young ones
chattering away across from me. Naturally, I eavesdropped.
I always feel that people who speak obnoxiously loudly on buses expect to be overheard so I comply.
The conversation turned to getting older.
I think at this point I should give a brief description of the younglings.
One looked about 19, She had long bleached blonde hair and very dodgy pink tips dotted around her head.
She was wearing more tan than clothes and wore a vest so low I could see the dodgy lines from her tanning on her boobs.
Her friend had a rainbow effect in her bleached blonde hair. Wore hoops in her ears (that honestly looked like those loops we used to throw around our waists as kids). Her Ramones t-shirt was frauduently worn over a pair of skinny jeans. How do I know this? Because she was carrying a handbag "totally like the one from -whoever- on The Only Way is Essex".
Anyhoo, these two shining examples of modern day youth were talking about "like, when we're older" and what their expectations were etc...
They described what they would hate.
They described my life.
How horrendous.
It went along the lines of
"Oh my god. I would DIE if I was like nearly 30 and lived in a one bed apartment"
"Oh my god. So would I"
Cue ten minutes of where there perfect homes would be. I should be able to afford them in about 50 years.
"My mates brother workes in -names the company I work for-. He has been there forever"
 This was greeted with a shocked guffaw and a "Nae wonder he's single." Que boisterous laugh.
Again awkward.
The conversation went on and on in this manner until the girls got off at their stop.
I began to think about it all.
Who I am, was, want to be.
And I made a decision.

I love my little one bed flat (though I do want to move in the next few months for fear our furry friend will bring others when it gets cold). I frickin LOVE my job. Really I do. And best of all, I have JAMES! So you know what, bring it on 30! I would rather look you in the face with a smile on my lips than spend it wishing that I had something else in my life.

Now before I go I have two things to plug. Stick with me for a moment.

Firstly, my wonderful mate Andy has started a blog where he delightfully shares his short stories with us.
My Photo
I am personally very taken with his latest offering "The Watcher".
You should go check it out HERE.

Secondly, the boy's sister Margaret has decided to put some of her wares for sale online.
You may remember my wonderful stuffed fox Finnegan given to me for my birthday?
Well that is one of Margaret's wonderful creations!
Personally I ADORE this one!
Photo: Kumari Garden

Mummy owl with 3 owlets. Mummy has a lovely fleece lined pouch which fits all 3 babies.

Measures approximately 28cm

£24 plus £3.50 P&P
To have a look just click HERE

So folks, happy browsing!
Hope to chat to you all soon!
Love Lu xx

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