So, my nephew came back to say he had to go in to work anyway, no me... no Monaco Grand Prix, I'm sure he's more upset about the GP. God-daughter got back to have a quick check in and invite me over next week, her friend was heading over on Saturday night though so we only had a little catch up.
So, I attempted to watch the Eurovision song contest, and after just 24 minutes of a 3 hour, 15 minute show, I wondered what the heck I was doing. I'm so sorry Albania, but that song was just dreadful, it made me want to switch off, or kill myself. It was only Graham Norton's sarcasm that kept me watching for a limited period. Can I just mention that it didn't improve much after Albania. Lithuania, what were you thinking? When I watch the Eurovision song contest, I feel like I'm watching television in 1982, every year, it is forever, 1982. Don't even get me started on the Russian Grannies. For those of you who didn't catch it... think; "Birdie Song," in Russian. Love Russia but come on, you can do better than that. Okay... it might get under your skin a tad, in a really annoying way, okay... they may have come third.
I kept looking at the clock and thinking oh God, it hasn't even been an hour yet, it had only been 40 minutes at one point. Yes... it was that bad, trust me. But it's tradition and you feel like you should watch and support. I try to get behind each country thinking yes, you've practiced for months, this is the best possible chance you have... give it your all! But 99.9% are just so bad you want to drown yourself in a vat of stagnant rain water. Cyprus was catchy. Good beat, nude coloured dresses and bright red lipstick. Someone had their thinking cap on.
I actually liked Estonia, haven't a clue what he was on about, but he sounded very passionate and he was in tune. What more can you ask for... in the Eurovision? Sweden was catchy, Turkey reminded me of Fiddler on the Roof, in a 1960's way, i.e.... not good.
Graham Norton gave Germany a really good introduction so I watched and waited, singer bloke had a pleasant face, good voice, not pitchy at all, well presented, good tune, really good! I like this one. It won't win.
I have to confess that 95 minutes of this "spectacular," was more than my body and soul could take, despite Germany, so I took both of them off to bed and out of their misery.
Sweden... which wasn't bad at all, won, we came... second to last, I know... shocker.
It's now Sunday and I woke around 3am and couldn't get back to sleep. I didn't feel right and felt very thirsty but even a long drink of cold water didn't get me back to sleep. I got up and worked out with a stitch and then my dicky tummy started.
I was useless for most of the day, all I could manage was catch up on TV with the iPlayer, I felt dreadful, bad tummy, terrible headache, such a waste of a day, I did nothing. I think I either over did the gardening in the heat yesterday, or I'm very dehydrated. I'd just really like to curl up and go to sleep.
Thursday, 31 May 2012
Saturday, 26 May 2012
Busy Day
It's Saturday 26th May. I slept like a log and my alarm woke me just before 6am. I rose with purpose, had lots to fit in. I jogged for an hour then did 15 minutes of toning by which time the sweat was dripping off me and my hair was curlier than you would believe. Shame it was so full of sweat and in need of a wash, or I could have gone out with it looking as it did.
I headed for coffee and after a chat with the Barista's, no sooner had I parked my bottom and thought, must text God-daughter and email sister V, than said sister phoned me! Weird huh? Anyway, she was phoning to tell me that her son, my nephew, had found a property, his bid had been accepted, and he'd moved in! All happened in about 4 weeks. Really pleased for him and it was great to hear from my sister, we haven't spoken for months, she sounded exhausted but happy.
After shopping and recycling, I got home to complete 4 hours of gardening, (arms are still shaking,) followed by an hour of window cleaning. Never got to actual "housework." I'll have to give it a quick once over tomorrow before I'm back in work on Monday. I have no more elbow grease left in me today, it was all I could do to get the streaks off the window panes.
Weather is glorious again, hot but with a breeze, the best kind of weather. I've sent my nephew CJ a text to say, I know you invited me round tomorrow for coffee but it's the Monaco Grand Prix, (which he'll want to watch,) so if he wants to ditch me until next week... that's okay, still waiting to hear back from him. And I've sent my niece / God-daughter a text. Been too long since I touched base, waiting to hear back from her.
I feel like I'm spinning several plates in the air today but so far... none have smashed, yet... I am bragging. Oh, also took the scissors to my hair again earlier, Louise, (hairdresser,) will kill me. I'm feeling exhausted and gazing at a pure blue sky. It's the Eurovision song contest tonight which no doubt I'll see all or at least some of, come on Englebert. I'm covered in scratches, punctures, scrapes, and my arms feel like they'll drop off, but I feel great. Where is my bed?
I headed for coffee and after a chat with the Barista's, no sooner had I parked my bottom and thought, must text God-daughter and email sister V, than said sister phoned me! Weird huh? Anyway, she was phoning to tell me that her son, my nephew, had found a property, his bid had been accepted, and he'd moved in! All happened in about 4 weeks. Really pleased for him and it was great to hear from my sister, we haven't spoken for months, she sounded exhausted but happy.
After shopping and recycling, I got home to complete 4 hours of gardening, (arms are still shaking,) followed by an hour of window cleaning. Never got to actual "housework." I'll have to give it a quick once over tomorrow before I'm back in work on Monday. I have no more elbow grease left in me today, it was all I could do to get the streaks off the window panes.
Weather is glorious again, hot but with a breeze, the best kind of weather. I've sent my nephew CJ a text to say, I know you invited me round tomorrow for coffee but it's the Monaco Grand Prix, (which he'll want to watch,) so if he wants to ditch me until next week... that's okay, still waiting to hear back from him. And I've sent my niece / God-daughter a text. Been too long since I touched base, waiting to hear back from her.
I feel like I'm spinning several plates in the air today but so far... none have smashed, yet... I am bragging. Oh, also took the scissors to my hair again earlier, Louise, (hairdresser,) will kill me. I'm feeling exhausted and gazing at a pure blue sky. It's the Eurovision song contest tonight which no doubt I'll see all or at least some of, come on Englebert. I'm covered in scratches, punctures, scrapes, and my arms feel like they'll drop off, but I feel great. Where is my bed?
Friday, 25 May 2012
Mornin' Miss
I'm in work Monday - Friday this week. This is not usual, I aim to get Friday's off either with time in lieu or using annual leave. Anyway, I was in a whole week this week. The week seemed to last forever, not because it was seemingly extra long, but because, well, the work I was doing was mind blowing. Imagine doing your usual job, which is bad enough, but in extra slow motion. That's about the best way to describe it.
Every day has been baking hot, plus, the air con in work has been on the fritz, as in... non existent. We only moved into this; "intelligent building," last August and let me tell you, it's not so smart. So, not only does it fail to self regulate things like temperature, air con doesn't even work, let alone regulate. As a result, we baked and waded through lethargy Monday - Thursday, by the time we got to Friday, they finally got the air con working, and I had goose bumps all day, but I'd rather have that than the sweat fest that was Monday - Thursday.
Thursday morning, as I got the car out of the garage around 5.25am, an old man, who I've seen a couple of times before, was heading along the road, his dog was taking him for a walk, and he could barely keep up. He was walking but almost breaking into a jog. I'm usually quite... I suppose, on guard, either with strangers or at weird times, anyway, I've seen him before and he seemed harmless, so this time, I was the first to offer a; "Morning." The old man immediately responded with; "Mornin' Miss." Then seconds later... "Mornin' Darlin." It was quite sweet, and I was glad I made the first move. I remember the first time our paths crossed and he'd shouted; "Mornin,'" as I was about to get into my car, he immediately followed with; "are you going to get into your car now?" He made my day, I hope I figured somewhere in his. Hope he continues to keep up with his dog.
Every day has been baking hot, plus, the air con in work has been on the fritz, as in... non existent. We only moved into this; "intelligent building," last August and let me tell you, it's not so smart. So, not only does it fail to self regulate things like temperature, air con doesn't even work, let alone regulate. As a result, we baked and waded through lethargy Monday - Thursday, by the time we got to Friday, they finally got the air con working, and I had goose bumps all day, but I'd rather have that than the sweat fest that was Monday - Thursday.
Thursday morning, as I got the car out of the garage around 5.25am, an old man, who I've seen a couple of times before, was heading along the road, his dog was taking him for a walk, and he could barely keep up. He was walking but almost breaking into a jog. I'm usually quite... I suppose, on guard, either with strangers or at weird times, anyway, I've seen him before and he seemed harmless, so this time, I was the first to offer a; "Morning." The old man immediately responded with; "Mornin' Miss." Then seconds later... "Mornin' Darlin." It was quite sweet, and I was glad I made the first move. I remember the first time our paths crossed and he'd shouted; "Mornin,'" as I was about to get into my car, he immediately followed with; "are you going to get into your car now?" He made my day, I hope I figured somewhere in his. Hope he continues to keep up with his dog.
Wringer
Slept great Saturday, in my newly made bed, I retired pretty early and woke around 5am. Up and jogged for an hour, was aiming to do the same tomorrow but one hip and one knee are starting to complain, so I'll see how I feel tomorrow, at the moment... feel like I need replacements.
Mr Regular was in Starbucks again this morning, as was my friend Fay, so we had another catch up, Fay and I that is... good to talk.
The walk in cupboard has been emptied and put back together, I can now actually walk into it, who knew? While sorting, I found boxes that will need time to go through them, but I have time right? No rush.
I have my afternoon planned, I'm sorting and sifting through old mags, tearing out anything I want to revisit, (love the decorating articles,) then going to a have a SATC fest as there is a run of old episodes on this afternoon. Then, I get to catch up with L and then only a matter of hours before I do the same with you... hopefully.
I caught the tiniest bit of Andrea Bocelli Live in Central Park, I heard him sing part of "Time to Say Goodbye" with the lovely Ana Maria Martinez, one of my favourite songs, and then his encore "Nessun Dorma", just, well, beautiful.
http://youtu.be/oL9uaX6fL4I and of course I had to give you, http://youtu.be/C4ZfMxE_8Og
So, while we're on the subject, I didn't see this on TV, but found it on YouTube. I've loved this since I heard Josh Groban perform it with Charlotte Church.
Well, in the time it's taken me to write this, I thought I'd find you my favourite version; http://youtu.be/ckH3V_xOCnQ
Then I found this, and this never hurts, a reminder to never judge a book; http://youtu.be/VSrAJsWvEIc
It's now Sunday, and it was so good to chat in person, I've been waiting for days for this and I woke early just thinking about it. After a busy day, it's now 4pm, I'm feeling a little bereft and a little annoyed with myself for not getting a grip for heavens sake! I had such a lovely time with my Dear Nephew CJ, he picked me up, literally, and said I was as light as a feather, well, I'm less than half his weight so guess I feel light?
B came over to garden for me, lovely chat with L, CJ texted me to say thanks for coming over and we made a date for next weekend, JR phoned me from down south then a friend texted me. Wow, I feel quite cared about! Feel like I've been through the wringer this week a bit but I'm now floating on the surface, slightly unconscious, but alive enough to write again.
Mr Regular was in Starbucks again this morning, as was my friend Fay, so we had another catch up, Fay and I that is... good to talk.
The walk in cupboard has been emptied and put back together, I can now actually walk into it, who knew? While sorting, I found boxes that will need time to go through them, but I have time right? No rush.
I have my afternoon planned, I'm sorting and sifting through old mags, tearing out anything I want to revisit, (love the decorating articles,) then going to a have a SATC fest as there is a run of old episodes on this afternoon. Then, I get to catch up with L and then only a matter of hours before I do the same with you... hopefully.
I caught the tiniest bit of Andrea Bocelli Live in Central Park, I heard him sing part of "Time to Say Goodbye" with the lovely Ana Maria Martinez, one of my favourite songs, and then his encore "Nessun Dorma", just, well, beautiful.
http://youtu.be/oL9uaX6fL4I and of course I had to give you, http://youtu.be/C4ZfMxE_8Og
So, while we're on the subject, I didn't see this on TV, but found it on YouTube. I've loved this since I heard Josh Groban perform it with Charlotte Church.
Well, in the time it's taken me to write this, I thought I'd find you my favourite version; http://youtu.be/ckH3V_xOCnQ
Then I found this, and this never hurts, a reminder to never judge a book; http://youtu.be/VSrAJsWvEIc
It's now Sunday, and it was so good to chat in person, I've been waiting for days for this and I woke early just thinking about it. After a busy day, it's now 4pm, I'm feeling a little bereft and a little annoyed with myself for not getting a grip for heavens sake! I had such a lovely time with my Dear Nephew CJ, he picked me up, literally, and said I was as light as a feather, well, I'm less than half his weight so guess I feel light?
B came over to garden for me, lovely chat with L, CJ texted me to say thanks for coming over and we made a date for next weekend, JR phoned me from down south then a friend texted me. Wow, I feel quite cared about! Feel like I've been through the wringer this week a bit but I'm now floating on the surface, slightly unconscious, but alive enough to write again.
Friday, 18 May 2012
Home, finally
Did I tell you that I finally took the plunge and wore the pants, (the Modern Boot if you will.) The ones I got in the Gap January sale for work? Compared to my old pants, they feel like leggings, or jeggings, (what in the heck are those anyway?) So yes, compared to my old ones, they feel very... fitted, but I can't believe that they fit and yes, they are actually comfortable.
Today, Saturday, in the middle of ironing and sorting, I watched, "The Proposal," love that film, Sandy Bullock at her best and Ryan Reynolds is so understated, love him, and don't even mention the legend that is Betty White, I could watch that one again and again, it's a classic in the making. Also watched this week... again... "Fracture." Anthony Hopkins is as smooth as silk and Mr Gosling, just brilliant.
Years and years ago... maybe 12? Maybe more. B bought me a large, framed print of that iconic image of Grand Central Station, you know the one with the light streaming through the windows? Judging by the Trilbies, I'd guess it was taken in the 1940's. At the time, I thought, wow, love it but it's big. I had nowhere that it would go. Fast forward to me clearing and sorting out last weekend and add that to me being in need of art, and B's present is now hanging in the dining room. Looks pretty good if I do say so myself, and I'll never get tired of looking at that image, I could live in Grand Central, it's so beautiful and I've had so many memorable trips to NYC, well, it's perfect... finally, thank you B.
My cousin L is home, we've only texted, but I just feel better knowing that she's where she should be.
Today, Saturday, in the middle of ironing and sorting, I watched, "The Proposal," love that film, Sandy Bullock at her best and Ryan Reynolds is so understated, love him, and don't even mention the legend that is Betty White, I could watch that one again and again, it's a classic in the making. Also watched this week... again... "Fracture." Anthony Hopkins is as smooth as silk and Mr Gosling, just brilliant.
Years and years ago... maybe 12? Maybe more. B bought me a large, framed print of that iconic image of Grand Central Station, you know the one with the light streaming through the windows? Judging by the Trilbies, I'd guess it was taken in the 1940's. At the time, I thought, wow, love it but it's big. I had nowhere that it would go. Fast forward to me clearing and sorting out last weekend and add that to me being in need of art, and B's present is now hanging in the dining room. Looks pretty good if I do say so myself, and I'll never get tired of looking at that image, I could live in Grand Central, it's so beautiful and I've had so many memorable trips to NYC, well, it's perfect... finally, thank you B.
My cousin L is home, we've only texted, but I just feel better knowing that she's where she should be.
Corner
I am feeling much more positive today. I slept soundly, (I was woken after an hour or two by a friend sending a supportive text, she works evenings, then I promptly drifted back to nod.) Slept right through until 5.30am, it felt great. I browsed on my laptop while I had breakfast, (coffee, black grapes and Total yoghurt,) then jogged for an hour then had a really great stretch, really do think this is the answer to my dodgy back.
Headed off for coffee at my usual haunt, Mr Regular was there and complained that I was not on schedule, (it's usually a weekend when we bump into each other in there,) my friend Fay was there and she's been on a couple of dates with someone new, and it was great to catch up, loved sharing her nerves with her.
So I wrote a little and read a little, it was all perfectly normal and soothing and I felt better for being there. So glad I took today off. One of my horoscopes this morning said that I need to "feed my spirit," I feel like that's what I've done today, so far.
I food shopped and recycled and returned home to iron, and to empty... you know the walk in cupboard in the dining room which I can't actually walk into? Well, I emptied that in between the washing and ironing, (I haven't actually put it all back yet.)
Did you hear that Donna Summer passed away? Very sad. The first thing on the radio I heard this morning, in the car, was a tribute to her, they opened the show with it and played; "No More Tears," which she recorded with Babara Streisand. The original is the best, but the most animated clip I found was of Ms Summer performing this with my gorgeous boys; Westlife. It helped get me all fired up this morning and transmitted lots of positive vibes, enjoy; http://youtu.be/hROp4Qc_JA8
Headed off for coffee at my usual haunt, Mr Regular was there and complained that I was not on schedule, (it's usually a weekend when we bump into each other in there,) my friend Fay was there and she's been on a couple of dates with someone new, and it was great to catch up, loved sharing her nerves with her.
So I wrote a little and read a little, it was all perfectly normal and soothing and I felt better for being there. So glad I took today off. One of my horoscopes this morning said that I need to "feed my spirit," I feel like that's what I've done today, so far.
I food shopped and recycled and returned home to iron, and to empty... you know the walk in cupboard in the dining room which I can't actually walk into? Well, I emptied that in between the washing and ironing, (I haven't actually put it all back yet.)
Did you hear that Donna Summer passed away? Very sad. The first thing on the radio I heard this morning, in the car, was a tribute to her, they opened the show with it and played; "No More Tears," which she recorded with Babara Streisand. The original is the best, but the most animated clip I found was of Ms Summer performing this with my gorgeous boys; Westlife. It helped get me all fired up this morning and transmitted lots of positive vibes, enjoy; http://youtu.be/hROp4Qc_JA8
Thursday, 17 May 2012
Bad Karma
I have some really bad karma going on. I don't know what I've done wrong but I am the proverbial magnet for the bad stuff. In the past two weeks, (and these are only the highlights,) my house alarm has broken, my porch light has broken, both the bulb and the shade, I needed a new car battery, I've had to say goodbye to a good friend, I've had a woman almost run into me in the car, I've had my pay messed up by incompetents, my new, two week old liquid eyeliner broke beyond repair, I've dropped and smashed several things, but only anything that would either splatter over an inordinate surface area or smash into a million pieces or bleed into a stain the size of Eastern Europe... need I go on? If you had a small-ish child, you would not let me within feet of them at this moment, I am dangerous be told.
What the heck is going on? If I tried, even a little bit, I might feel sorry for myself, but I'm fine, just wondering what I have to break or say goodbye to next.
I'm looking forward to the weekend, I'll hopefully get to catch up with you, and my cousin L is home from her hols and we can catch up too, although I'll struggle find anything good to tell her, I might have to make something up and save all the negative stuff up for another week, do you think?
It's now Thursday and I wasn't planning to be off tomorrow, but I was down in the register at work to be off. Having had the week I've had, I decided to quit while I may actually be ahead and to put this week to bed early. I'm hoping to sleep long, rise early and jog away the negative vibes Friday morning, then it's healthy eating all the way, (I've eaten rubbish for most of the week... comfort food.)
Can't wait to chat, so much to tell you x
What the heck is going on? If I tried, even a little bit, I might feel sorry for myself, but I'm fine, just wondering what I have to break or say goodbye to next.
I'm looking forward to the weekend, I'll hopefully get to catch up with you, and my cousin L is home from her hols and we can catch up too, although I'll struggle find anything good to tell her, I might have to make something up and save all the negative stuff up for another week, do you think?
It's now Thursday and I wasn't planning to be off tomorrow, but I was down in the register at work to be off. Having had the week I've had, I decided to quit while I may actually be ahead and to put this week to bed early. I'm hoping to sleep long, rise early and jog away the negative vibes Friday morning, then it's healthy eating all the way, (I've eaten rubbish for most of the week... comfort food.)
Can't wait to chat, so much to tell you x
Wednesday, 16 May 2012
The Longest Day
So, I was all ready for a little TV before bed when my phone rang and it was my darling nephew asking if I had a teabag, milk and sugar? 10 minutes later, he was here and we had a good old catch up and chatted about all his plans, long story short, I've been booked to be his personal shopper in the clothes department and also apparently, his interior designer. Oh and we've also agreed to go running before the clocks go back, not sure which of us is more scared, at this moment... him, I think. Am I a cool Aunt or what?
Anyway, after exchanging "I love you's," he was off and I headed for bed, slept well and rose early to run, I only managed 30 minutes of jogging though as couldn't find my favourite sports bra, yesterday it was here... today... gone.
Coffee was lovely and I flipped through some mags before browsing around a few shops then heading home. More sorting, cleaning and shredding for me today, and a little sewing, I'm no seamstress but, there is no longer a break in the seam of a newish top, it wasn't too small... it was faulty.
I'm just having a sit down, a ten minute break and starting this, and I'm wondering... what the heck will I do with my weekends when I've finally finished all the sorting and tidying? Really, cleaning will take one, maybe two hours tops... what then?
I've just watched a brilliant episode of "Modern Family", which I love anyway, but this one made me laugh out loud, it's the one where the family go to Disneyland and Mitchel and Cam put Lily on a "leash" because she's a "runner", she is three years old by the way, just in case you're not up to speed. If I could only ever watch one TV programme again, for all of time... it might be this.
It's now much later and I've showered, stuck another load of washing in, (that was covered in shred dust,) and I'm just catching up on TV I've recorded over the past two weeks, it's been a long day for some reason. I'm aiming for an early night... for a change.
So, you're wondering how the DIY hair-cut turned out? Pretty good actually, if I do say so myself, I don't think Louise, my hairdresser, will be too annoyed with me, but no, both sides are not the same.
So, I went to that scary, uncharted territory this morning, that is... under my bed. I know... but it had to be done at some point. It was hideous, it mostly comprised of empty shoe boxes with at least a year's worth of dust placed gently upon each lid, like a little cloud. I pulled out one box and thought it looked small, then I remembered it belonged, originally to C, and it was in this box, that you'd carefully packed the freshly washed sea shells we'd collected together on several beaches in NZ. Most of the sea shells have resided in a glass vase on my fireplace, the remainder... in the box, well, I think they should join their fellow sea shells.
It's now Sunday and I slept late, so only 30 minutes jogging, (in the good bra... which I found again.) It's been a quiet day, I sat in Starbucks with my iPod in, it was so loud, I'm not against loud, but it was Sunday morning, my gentle time of reading, writing or browsing, but heck it was loud. Even before they opened, (I was a little early this morning,) there were two girls wandering around outside, already loud, imagine how you'd talk if you were in a nightclub... drunk, so, anyway, they were loud, and exaggerated, think over sized movement and prat falls, and they were sitting 30ft away and I could hear every word without my iPod in. Anyway, they weren't doing any harm, they were just, well, loud for a Sunday morning.
Anyway, no visitors today, no phone calls, my cousin is away, no texts, gosh it's a long day.
Anyway, after exchanging "I love you's," he was off and I headed for bed, slept well and rose early to run, I only managed 30 minutes of jogging though as couldn't find my favourite sports bra, yesterday it was here... today... gone.
Coffee was lovely and I flipped through some mags before browsing around a few shops then heading home. More sorting, cleaning and shredding for me today, and a little sewing, I'm no seamstress but, there is no longer a break in the seam of a newish top, it wasn't too small... it was faulty.
I'm just having a sit down, a ten minute break and starting this, and I'm wondering... what the heck will I do with my weekends when I've finally finished all the sorting and tidying? Really, cleaning will take one, maybe two hours tops... what then?
I've just watched a brilliant episode of "Modern Family", which I love anyway, but this one made me laugh out loud, it's the one where the family go to Disneyland and Mitchel and Cam put Lily on a "leash" because she's a "runner", she is three years old by the way, just in case you're not up to speed. If I could only ever watch one TV programme again, for all of time... it might be this.
It's now much later and I've showered, stuck another load of washing in, (that was covered in shred dust,) and I'm just catching up on TV I've recorded over the past two weeks, it's been a long day for some reason. I'm aiming for an early night... for a change.
So, you're wondering how the DIY hair-cut turned out? Pretty good actually, if I do say so myself, I don't think Louise, my hairdresser, will be too annoyed with me, but no, both sides are not the same.
So, I went to that scary, uncharted territory this morning, that is... under my bed. I know... but it had to be done at some point. It was hideous, it mostly comprised of empty shoe boxes with at least a year's worth of dust placed gently upon each lid, like a little cloud. I pulled out one box and thought it looked small, then I remembered it belonged, originally to C, and it was in this box, that you'd carefully packed the freshly washed sea shells we'd collected together on several beaches in NZ. Most of the sea shells have resided in a glass vase on my fireplace, the remainder... in the box, well, I think they should join their fellow sea shells.
It's now Sunday and I slept late, so only 30 minutes jogging, (in the good bra... which I found again.) It's been a quiet day, I sat in Starbucks with my iPod in, it was so loud, I'm not against loud, but it was Sunday morning, my gentle time of reading, writing or browsing, but heck it was loud. Even before they opened, (I was a little early this morning,) there were two girls wandering around outside, already loud, imagine how you'd talk if you were in a nightclub... drunk, so, anyway, they were loud, and exaggerated, think over sized movement and prat falls, and they were sitting 30ft away and I could hear every word without my iPod in. Anyway, they weren't doing any harm, they were just, well, loud for a Sunday morning.
Anyway, no visitors today, no phone calls, my cousin is away, no texts, gosh it's a long day.
Friday, 11 May 2012
Wet Lettuce
So, it's Monday, it's a national holiday and here I am, trapped at home. I deliberately slept late, rose at 7.45am, checked emails and browsed on line until 9, then worked out for 90 minutes before hitting the shower. I then spent the day watching snippets of TV, listening to my iPod and sorting my bedroom drawers, the day has dragged like you would not believe.
Dear brother-in-law will be over later, after work to fit the new battery, then hopefully, I'll have transport to get me to work in the morning.
By 8pm , I have a working car, poor BIL has had a bad day at work and he's still trekked out to save my car ready for tomorrow. I didn't sleep great and woke in a lather of sweat, not sure why.
Anyhoo, I had a totally selfish panic this morning. I've never had exceptionally long eyelashes but they've always been long-ish, and healthy. For the last couple of weeks, I've noticed they were looking a little stubby and sparse, but yesterday, as I wasn't going out at all, I didn't put on any mascara. One glimpse in the mirror early evening and I thought I looked different. It turned out that I'm either stubby and sparse, or totally bald in the eyelash department. Of course, I googled to find out what causes excessive eyelash loss, but it wasn't that I'm not healthy, unless it's my thyroid.
I've recently changed to waterproof mascara, so unless I'm scrubbing a little too hard in the shower every evening, I'm not sure what's causing it. I've invested in Cargo Lashactivator, which I used years ago and thought worked wonders, and is now on special offer, so I'll let you know how they recover.
Oh, the selfish part came when I told myself that women with alopecia or going through chemo lose eyelashes all the time and just get on with it, I guess I didn't realise how attached to mine I was.
My guru friend in work, Debbie, listened intently to my eyelash story, then through her arms up in disbelief at my scrubbing in the shower, then ordered me to buy some eye-makeup remover, or at the very least... baby oil. Consider myself told off.
It's now Friday, and it's been a strange week, the week itself has flown by, but each day managed somehow to drag beyond unspeakable lengths. Every night this week, I have done leg lifts on the floor, to the North, South, East and West and every point on the compass in between. I kid you not, that my work pants and jeans are now loose, in the bootious maximus area.
I even got a compliment in work this week. I finally wore my Gap, January sales pants this week, in the form of the slim fitting "Modern Boot." I got a; "you look smaller in those pants Jack, you should wear them more often, correction... you should wear clothes that fit more often!" Well, we both know that I prefer loose fitting clothes but yes, wearing pants that fit, I probably did look at least two sizes smaller.
I am still tidy, can you believe it? We both know the switch that's been flipped but regardless of what flipped it... can you believe that I'm tidy? I want you to fly over, right now, just to see it!
Anyway, I slept well, with the aid of a sleeping tablet, I jogged for 50 minutes... should have been an hour but I was jogging like a wet lettuce in a downpour, and so decided to halt after the 50 to save myself from embarrassment.
I headed out for coffee, after being held captive on Sunday and Monday by my car, it would have been perfect, had I remembered any bracelet (which I only wear at the weekend,) and my Pandora, which I always wear on my days off, but I was already in the car, on my way when I realised something was missing... this is what you get when you tidy up... memory loss.
Anyway, I had a short lived coffee, my mind wouldn't settle, I had ants in my pants and I needed to get on and get home to do stuff!
And stuff I did, I did my chores and shopped and recycled then got home to start work on the box room, (this will take quite a while, I'm just warning you...) I washed, ironed, shredded, not the Jillian Michaels 30 day variety but the personal document kind that, if you don't shred, can fall into the wrong hands.
I did jobs all day then put on Sex and The City, the film, the first one, made me miss our girls even more, but I know that you're all out there, and everyone is just busy.
Anyway, regardless of that... not that I'm having a crisis of any kind, but I took the scissors to my head. I know, I know... Louise, my hairdresser will kill me, but I always confess and smile sweetly, so she can't possibly hate me, and yes, she does, always forgive me and plus... I know that she'll fix it. It was driving me insane and I can't afford to visit Louise before next payday and so... the scissors were wielded. So shoot me, I just couldn't last another three weeks.
And so, the sands of Friday are running out. I'm aiming for an early night, then I'll... hopefully rise to jog, like there is no tomorrow.
Dear brother-in-law will be over later, after work to fit the new battery, then hopefully, I'll have transport to get me to work in the morning.
By 8pm , I have a working car, poor BIL has had a bad day at work and he's still trekked out to save my car ready for tomorrow. I didn't sleep great and woke in a lather of sweat, not sure why.
Anyhoo, I had a totally selfish panic this morning. I've never had exceptionally long eyelashes but they've always been long-ish, and healthy. For the last couple of weeks, I've noticed they were looking a little stubby and sparse, but yesterday, as I wasn't going out at all, I didn't put on any mascara. One glimpse in the mirror early evening and I thought I looked different. It turned out that I'm either stubby and sparse, or totally bald in the eyelash department. Of course, I googled to find out what causes excessive eyelash loss, but it wasn't that I'm not healthy, unless it's my thyroid.
I've recently changed to waterproof mascara, so unless I'm scrubbing a little too hard in the shower every evening, I'm not sure what's causing it. I've invested in Cargo Lashactivator, which I used years ago and thought worked wonders, and is now on special offer, so I'll let you know how they recover.
Oh, the selfish part came when I told myself that women with alopecia or going through chemo lose eyelashes all the time and just get on with it, I guess I didn't realise how attached to mine I was.
My guru friend in work, Debbie, listened intently to my eyelash story, then through her arms up in disbelief at my scrubbing in the shower, then ordered me to buy some eye-makeup remover, or at the very least... baby oil. Consider myself told off.
It's now Friday, and it's been a strange week, the week itself has flown by, but each day managed somehow to drag beyond unspeakable lengths. Every night this week, I have done leg lifts on the floor, to the North, South, East and West and every point on the compass in between. I kid you not, that my work pants and jeans are now loose, in the bootious maximus area.
I even got a compliment in work this week. I finally wore my Gap, January sales pants this week, in the form of the slim fitting "Modern Boot." I got a; "you look smaller in those pants Jack, you should wear them more often, correction... you should wear clothes that fit more often!" Well, we both know that I prefer loose fitting clothes but yes, wearing pants that fit, I probably did look at least two sizes smaller.
I am still tidy, can you believe it? We both know the switch that's been flipped but regardless of what flipped it... can you believe that I'm tidy? I want you to fly over, right now, just to see it!
Anyway, I slept well, with the aid of a sleeping tablet, I jogged for 50 minutes... should have been an hour but I was jogging like a wet lettuce in a downpour, and so decided to halt after the 50 to save myself from embarrassment.
I headed out for coffee, after being held captive on Sunday and Monday by my car, it would have been perfect, had I remembered any bracelet (which I only wear at the weekend,) and my Pandora, which I always wear on my days off, but I was already in the car, on my way when I realised something was missing... this is what you get when you tidy up... memory loss.
Anyway, I had a short lived coffee, my mind wouldn't settle, I had ants in my pants and I needed to get on and get home to do stuff!
And stuff I did, I did my chores and shopped and recycled then got home to start work on the box room, (this will take quite a while, I'm just warning you...) I washed, ironed, shredded, not the Jillian Michaels 30 day variety but the personal document kind that, if you don't shred, can fall into the wrong hands.
I did jobs all day then put on Sex and The City, the film, the first one, made me miss our girls even more, but I know that you're all out there, and everyone is just busy.
Anyway, regardless of that... not that I'm having a crisis of any kind, but I took the scissors to my head. I know, I know... Louise, my hairdresser will kill me, but I always confess and smile sweetly, so she can't possibly hate me, and yes, she does, always forgive me and plus... I know that she'll fix it. It was driving me insane and I can't afford to visit Louise before next payday and so... the scissors were wielded. So shoot me, I just couldn't last another three weeks.
And so, the sands of Friday are running out. I'm aiming for an early night, then I'll... hopefully rise to jog, like there is no tomorrow.
Sunday, 6 May 2012
It's a Fail...
So, after the most wonderful evening with a friend on Saturday, and a very late night, I woke far too early, around 5am. When I couldn't fall back, even after only around 4 hours sleep maximum, I realised I hadn't eaten much yesterday, and I was now ravenous. So, I got up, but I didn't workout today, I decided to give my body the day off, I ate a hearty breakfast of, well.... crumpets... got myself ready to leave for coffee and pondered waiting for your call, which came. It was so great to talk, even if the line was a bit substandard today, but I miss you and I didn't tell you half of what I would have, had we had longer or been face to face. Still, I cherish every phone call and would not give them up all for all the coffee in Starbucks.
10 minutes after our conversation ended, I was ready to hit the road and aim for my usual haunt. My car was dead, as in... dodo. I hooked up the charger, instantly knowing that I wasn't going anywhere creative.
With time on my hands, I took down my bedroom curtains, cleaned the windows and surrounds and washed the curtains. With my iPod in and James Morrison singing to me, the time passed quickly and I didn't feel quite so cheated, however, I am the Queen of sticking her head in the sand and so I chose to see the glass as half full. Not what I would have chosen, however, it was productive.
B came to pick me up after church, (I am such a heathen,) around noon, and we headed off to Ness Gardens. I know that I've told you before, but even when the car park is jammed, you can be alone, the gardens are so extensive, solitude isn't far away, nor is tranquillity.
We return home, I inspect my resurrection exercise but I already know the answer, my house alarm has failed, my porch light has failed, of course my car battery is dead and cannot be revived, don't be ridiculous, no heroic measure should be partaken. Everything comes in three's don't you know?
My dear brother in law confirms my prediction, I am practically psychic, do you think I could make money from my talent? Of course my car battery cannot be revived and I'll need a new one. So, it's a long holiday weekend and I'm trapped.
10 minutes after our conversation ended, I was ready to hit the road and aim for my usual haunt. My car was dead, as in... dodo. I hooked up the charger, instantly knowing that I wasn't going anywhere creative.
With time on my hands, I took down my bedroom curtains, cleaned the windows and surrounds and washed the curtains. With my iPod in and James Morrison singing to me, the time passed quickly and I didn't feel quite so cheated, however, I am the Queen of sticking her head in the sand and so I chose to see the glass as half full. Not what I would have chosen, however, it was productive.
B came to pick me up after church, (I am such a heathen,) around noon, and we headed off to Ness Gardens. I know that I've told you before, but even when the car park is jammed, you can be alone, the gardens are so extensive, solitude isn't far away, nor is tranquillity.
We return home, I inspect my resurrection exercise but I already know the answer, my house alarm has failed, my porch light has failed, of course my car battery is dead and cannot be revived, don't be ridiculous, no heroic measure should be partaken. Everything comes in three's don't you know?
My dear brother in law confirms my prediction, I am practically psychic, do you think I could make money from my talent? Of course my car battery cannot be revived and I'll need a new one. So, it's a long holiday weekend and I'm trapped.
Friday, 4 May 2012
Bertie
So, for the third day running, I've worked out for an hour, not sure you can see any difference, but at least I know that I've done it.
I watched Ruth Brown on The Voice UK again and oh wow, she is my favourite, not that there aren't others who are astonishing but Ruth's voice is incredible, I can't put into words how amazing she is.
It's now Sunday and I only did a quick, 10 minutes of Tracy Anderson butt and thigh workout this morning, no jogging as I slept late, plus, the rain is torrential, again... and it's oh so cold.
Monday rolled around again, as it does, and work has been dreary and mind numbing, but I do have a job... that's what I keep telling myself. The weather is dreadful, I've managed to avoid much of the rain but it's cool and grey and nothing like summer should be.
Wednesday night, I was woken in the wee small hours with a start, I thought it was my smoke alarm but it was the house alarm. It blasted into my slumber, just enough to wake me with a start and set my heart rate to ridiculously high and then it stopped again. It did it again just as I was getting up around 4am and when I went to the control panel to turn off the flashing, the flashing outside continued. It took me a minute to work out that my porch light was flashing on and off too, and it wasn't the alarm box on the outside of the house.
So, two things went at the same time and I'm waiting for the third... you know they always come in three's.
I wondered how I'd sleep on Thursday night with no alarm and no porch light, typical that they should both fail together. After a couple of glasses of wine and being late going to bed, I actually slept pretty well, until the police helicopter hovering overhead woke me. I smiled to myself as I lay there and wondered if one of my angels had sent the helicopter? Overkill I know, but Mother's are very protective of their offspring, that was my first thought, my second thought was that if someone was at that very moment, trying to break into my unlit door, then they were probably being watched by the overhead chopper. I promptly fell back to sleep knowing that one or more beings were keeping me safe in the unarmed darkness.
I was aiming to rise at 5.30am on my day off but it was actually nearer 6am when I finally got up. I jogged for 40 minutes, hit the shower, went for fuel then picked J up and off we went to the Trafford Centre. We did of course head for coffee to begin with, a visit to the Trafford Centre would not be in order if we didn't hit Starbucks first. We each had a skinny cappuccino and split a skinny lemon and poppy seed muffin between us.
After that, we window shopped a lot, I can't even tell you about Bertie, you will be so jealous, it's a shoe shop and new to Trafford, well, it's been there a few months but J and I haven't been in before. It's part of the group that Dune belongs to, beautiful styles, soft, colourful leather and all have this divine cushioning going on. They're kind of of middle of the road in price, (middle of the road for normal people like us,) and the next time you're over, I'm taking you there Mrs, http://www.bertieshoes.com/
After dining at Giraffe and enjoying garlic focaccia and edamame, J and I diverted to B&Q for me to get my new bulb for my porch light and batteries to get my house alarm working again. I dropped J off at home and headed to my own to mow the lawn. I can't tell you how desperate the grass was. It's been so wet, it's just grown like, well, grass, and was so long, it was embarrassing. Anyway, it was very light rain but I mowed anyway, it was now or never and I didn't want to leave it another day, let alone another week. Anyway, I mowed and it was hard going but brushing the path and drive after mowing is even harder, it's a workout in itself.
After that I ironed and then caught up on emails. Tomorrow, cleaning and tidying beckons, then hopefully, a nice evening with a friend awaits.
I watched Ruth Brown on The Voice UK again and oh wow, she is my favourite, not that there aren't others who are astonishing but Ruth's voice is incredible, I can't put into words how amazing she is.
It's now Sunday and I only did a quick, 10 minutes of Tracy Anderson butt and thigh workout this morning, no jogging as I slept late, plus, the rain is torrential, again... and it's oh so cold.
Monday rolled around again, as it does, and work has been dreary and mind numbing, but I do have a job... that's what I keep telling myself. The weather is dreadful, I've managed to avoid much of the rain but it's cool and grey and nothing like summer should be.
Wednesday night, I was woken in the wee small hours with a start, I thought it was my smoke alarm but it was the house alarm. It blasted into my slumber, just enough to wake me with a start and set my heart rate to ridiculously high and then it stopped again. It did it again just as I was getting up around 4am and when I went to the control panel to turn off the flashing, the flashing outside continued. It took me a minute to work out that my porch light was flashing on and off too, and it wasn't the alarm box on the outside of the house.
So, two things went at the same time and I'm waiting for the third... you know they always come in three's.
I wondered how I'd sleep on Thursday night with no alarm and no porch light, typical that they should both fail together. After a couple of glasses of wine and being late going to bed, I actually slept pretty well, until the police helicopter hovering overhead woke me. I smiled to myself as I lay there and wondered if one of my angels had sent the helicopter? Overkill I know, but Mother's are very protective of their offspring, that was my first thought, my second thought was that if someone was at that very moment, trying to break into my unlit door, then they were probably being watched by the overhead chopper. I promptly fell back to sleep knowing that one or more beings were keeping me safe in the unarmed darkness.
I was aiming to rise at 5.30am on my day off but it was actually nearer 6am when I finally got up. I jogged for 40 minutes, hit the shower, went for fuel then picked J up and off we went to the Trafford Centre. We did of course head for coffee to begin with, a visit to the Trafford Centre would not be in order if we didn't hit Starbucks first. We each had a skinny cappuccino and split a skinny lemon and poppy seed muffin between us.
After that, we window shopped a lot, I can't even tell you about Bertie, you will be so jealous, it's a shoe shop and new to Trafford, well, it's been there a few months but J and I haven't been in before. It's part of the group that Dune belongs to, beautiful styles, soft, colourful leather and all have this divine cushioning going on. They're kind of of middle of the road in price, (middle of the road for normal people like us,) and the next time you're over, I'm taking you there Mrs, http://www.bertieshoes.com/
After dining at Giraffe and enjoying garlic focaccia and edamame, J and I diverted to B&Q for me to get my new bulb for my porch light and batteries to get my house alarm working again. I dropped J off at home and headed to my own to mow the lawn. I can't tell you how desperate the grass was. It's been so wet, it's just grown like, well, grass, and was so long, it was embarrassing. Anyway, it was very light rain but I mowed anyway, it was now or never and I didn't want to leave it another day, let alone another week. Anyway, I mowed and it was hard going but brushing the path and drive after mowing is even harder, it's a workout in itself.
After that I ironed and then caught up on emails. Tomorrow, cleaning and tidying beckons, then hopefully, a nice evening with a friend awaits.
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