Farting Kittens, Cheating Men & Mercedez Benz

To steal a good phrase from my mate Gurj, I've lost my blogging mojo lately so I have been either super boring with my posts, or there just haven't been any.

Something to do with having to still aclimatise to the UK again, I don't know why its such a bloody culture shock coming from New York, it is my home after all, but it seems like just as i was getting used to the rip-roaring excitement and steady two step of the Apple...back came England with it's little roads, small buildings, slow business, opinionated small minds and a distinct lack of blackberries.

Come on, no blackberry?? And what...you actually clock off on the stroke of 5pm?? One of my dear friends who's forward and fully in with the blackberry revolution in London said to me the other day 'Sorry about not getting back to your email over the weekend, I switch my blackberry off at night and on weekends.'

*GAAAAAAAAAAAASP* what the.......??? Yes, he was serious.

I'm back in medieval times, help me....

There's time for smiles and high fives now, as I've sorted my shiznit out and am Director of my own future aka Melian Enterprises now. Its like a year after I announced my own company, but hey I was superbly distracted and whisked away on a whim by New York. What's a girl to do? Sample life, or ignore the calling? Yeah that's what I thought. I took a rollocking good bite out of it, thank you very much.

With the sheer squeeling excitement of this new role comes the humdrum details, i never realised how much there is to do...logo redesign, reprint bizness cards, find a website designer, sort out the web content, find an accountant....oh and work out what the feck it is that I do.

What do I do...figured that out, so check. You'll see soon enough with the good old webby, unless you are too eager and want to know - email me.

I've been working my backside off for a client who's New York based with rather alot of operations going on, I'm handling this side of the pond and it's jolly good fun, but definitely pleasantly exhaustive work.

With the time difference I feel as though I never left New York, I'm 5 hours ahead so of an evening you'll often find me crawling home from dinner and wine with the girls, but not to crawl into bed and sleep, but instead i drag myself to my desk for an 11pm conference call...these days I'm normally not asleep before 2.30am much to my kittens dismay, as they try and convince me that even our furry friends would like an early night by yawning ever so cutely from the end of my bed.

The other night it was 1.02am I was on the phone with my client, he mentioned the time difference and I mumbled the time. His reply 'Oh so you're just getting ready to go out then!'

I knew I'd forgotten something.....

A social life.

Oh bugger....

So yes to the title....my kittens have flatulence problems, normally at entirely inappropriate moments - ie while im hugging them, or as a guest sits down in the house, or when I'm trying to sleep. It's quite over powering, you have no idea.

The middle bit I won't even comment on, thank fully this time it does not relate to me, but has been a topic of conversation and debate amongst my girl friends and family. I'd like to congratulate my brother for proving there are good, great, wonderful men like him out there...he just proposed to his girlfriend and I'm over the moon, we all treat the new inlaw like family anyway. Now hurry up and make me an auntie, I don't plan on having my own children to puke over me just yet, so yours will do nicely for now.

Wheels, I have wheels....oh it feels so good, I wasn't even confused - i managed to stay on the English side of the road after so long in America. I was in the habit of getting into the drivers seat alot....of my mates cars, by mistake.

Oh gawd, I have to light a match, the kittens done it again......