Bored, bored, bored…

With Ginger working nightshit (sic) I am totally bored. I can think of a million things to do, (as always) but I have gotten to the point where I’m too bored to do them. How the hell is that possible???
Yesterday, I received a HUGE parcel in the post from Chicago. What happened is this. In January, Ginger and I decided that we could afford to go to meet some friends in Chicago. (We are in England in case anyone is wondering). Then, Ginger was made redundant from work. He is still there – only just – but he has not been able to take any time off for holidays, as the Receivers have told staff that if they do, they will loose ALL their severence money. Bastards.
Anyway, it turns out that my conniving friends wanted to make this a memorable visit, and had some towels embroidered for us. Two have our internet names on, Ginger for him (spelled Gingah because that’s how I apparently say it) and Kitten for me. Then, two with Happy Anniversary on, because it is our wedding anniversary this month, and two with the name of our little online gang. Dab your eyes with kleenex, because that’s not all. Tinka, who is Martha Stewart reincarnated (Sorry, Tink!) rolled the towels and wrapped them, and with the help of some silk flowers and ribbon, turned these beautiful flowers into a ‘cake’ with three tiers, and complete with candles. It is totally beautiful, and at some point today, I will edit this post to include a photo.
The plan now is to go to Chicago (or somewhere central for everyone) next spring. If I have to swim, I will get there.
So, how does this work with agoraphobia? Honestly, I don’t know! Ginger is my safe person, and I have been able to go most places with him. A couple of years ago, we went to see Robbie Williams in concert, in amongst a crowd of 70,000 people, and I was shitting myself, but fine. I think it was the whole excitement overriding the fear. Plus, we were very near to the front of the crowd. I think if I’d seen all those people in front of me, I’d have panicked. I don’t know about getting on a plane and travelling 3500 miles, though. I suppose I’d need to get some strong meds just in case!
Strange, isn’t it? I am planning (or have been planning) a mega trip like that, yet I can’t walk to the end of my drive alone without having a panic attack…

3 thoughts on “Bored, bored, bored…

  1. Tinka says:

    ahem, if you must know, I *resent* the Martha Stewart remark. LOL. I would much prefer a comment on my incredible ability beer-drinking abilities. But seeing that I’m a rather cheap date and can’t hold my likker, I guess I let it slide. 🙂 This time. Beware.
    Toihminata Tinka

  2. Bev says:

    tee hee!
    I’ll try and fit some more sordidly flattering information in my next update 😉

  3. chris says:

    i don’t even know what i have got to say??? i’m as bored as hell! i can’t b bothered, to do nowt!

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