It's February... how the hell did that happen?

And the winner of the lamest blogger in January goes to..... Drumroll please....

Yes, of course, it's me.

A whole month has passed, and what have I been doing? Well, here a brief (90 minutes later, it is not that brief - cheers blogger) synopsis by the medium of the photographic picture.

I laughed at some stuff...

Facebook dropped heavy hints that it wants me to hook up with some hot religious guys..

I've not given it much thought, but it's always an option.

Speaking of all things lovelife related, a book was published about crap dates, funnily enough, it is called Crap Dates, and yes, if you turn to page 110, yours truly features, quite pleased about that, never been in a book before!

I got breakfast in bed... in the loosest possible sense....

Groupon announced a deal, you could get a marmite print for £20... I made one for free, I bet you could too. It doesn't have to be Marmite, I'm not condimentist.

I watched some TV.. this crank with a face like well baked leather tried to teach me facial exercises on GMTV.

If it makes you look like that, I will give it a miss thanks.

Yes, I do still call it GMTV, and I strongly believe that you should too.

I also watched the Jeremy Kyle Show. What a pair of beauties they are, really make me believe in true love.

I missed what was possibly the best round of Countdown ever...

I did my geography homework. I haven't got my mark yet, but I bet it will be awesome. I often wonder why I didnt enjoy homework when I was actually at school as much as I do completing my sons instead...

A lot of time was spent looking at my kitten, ain't she cute? Lets face it, if something this cute was in your life, you'd spend a lot of time watching her too (and taking photos and videos).

Every day I think about my beautiful friend, and how much I miss her.

I read up on grief a lot, because I don't think I am very good at it. I also spend a lot of time listening to a playlist specifically full of songs that remind me of her which make me cry. Then I read things like this, and I dont feel so bad for still being so upset.

I got a certificate in work.

I honestly believe people would work harder if certificates like this were more common place. I also think there is a place in every work environment for medals, and badges.

I had a massive clearout, and found what was once my favourite bag. It cost a lot of money, and its hideous. I have questionable taste.

Then there was the weather, I spent a whole Saturday waiting for a tree to blow down.

It didn't.

The snow came, as did all the obligatory tweets and facebook updates about it. So I took a lot of photos. This one is my favourite.

Ewan built a snowman.

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When I came home from work the next day, there was no snowman, but there was a note, and what was supposed to look like blood in the snow.. my son has a macabre sense of humour.

Lastly, I celebrated my birthday in January. I celebrated it in bed. On my own. Being sick. All day. Thats fine, it means it didn't count, and I am still 31.

Finally, today, my birthday present arrived.

Hello new healthy lifestyle.... maybe.