I continue to spook myself, for the last five days, I've been wondering why Will Young hasn't had a record out for a while, I've always liked his voice, today, he's on the Chris Evan's Breakfast Show promoting his new single. For the last couple of weeks I've been thinking about my favourite 'Pause for Thought'er', Abdul-Rehman Malik, he hasn't been on the radio for a while and I'm missing his wonderings and musings, which always make me think. I'm off work today otherwise I would not have heard Will Young, or Abdul-Rehman, on the same radio show... get well soon, Grandma Betty.
I have a sleep in until 6.30 which is blissful, woke with a nose bleed, didn't feel like exercising which I'm slightly annoyed with myself about. I take my time getting ready for the day then head out for a coffee, hit the GAP sale, (I got a nice pair of jeans, three mini baby grows for my friend's baby and two plain white v-necked t's for £32.00... result.
I food shop, drop off the groceries at home then head out again to get my hair cut. I've loved my new hair and I've received so many compliments, I'm amazed. Still, I came to realise that the rate at which my hair grows will mean more frequent haircuts for me to be able to manage it, (which of course means this will cost me more.) It takes a good fifteen minutes each morning to style, which before 5am, is a lot. I'm a beachy, unkempt girl at heart but I have to admit, this suits me and at the moment at least, it's worth the effort and the expense. So, I have gone a little shorter this time, to make it last a bit longer, think... Rachel Green, Friends, Season Seven with the short-short bob.
I have only just discovered Ashley Borden, trainer to, 'the Stars'. She has a killer body and seems to be a no-nonsense, down to earth kind of girl... woman, who inspires. I've done a little digging on Youtube and I like her style, guidance and delivery, so I'm going to try my hand at her workouts. I'm a little apprehensive though, my Mojo is on it's deathbed and I doubt my healthy self, all the time at the moment. I'm stress eating crappy foods, (because of work,) and I am Mojo-less, on the workout front. It's a recipe for disaster darling.
Friday, 27 March 2015
Sunday, 22 March 2015
Family by Madonna
Family is really important to me but strangely enough, family is not necessarily your blood, we are raised to think that, but sometimes our family lets us down and we end up creating a new family for ourselves, and family is really people that you know you can rely on, people who won't judge you, people who have your back, people you can trust, people who are loyal, that's family.
Madonna
Never a truer word was spoken.
Madonna
Never a truer word was spoken.
Super Hopeful
My Super Powers are stealthy yet active again, in small ways. I text Sheila to apologise for not being in touch for a couple of months and she replies a few minutes later, 'that's so spooky, we were just talking abut you, I came downstairs and your message was on my phone.'
A few days later, Bee and I have been out for a walk and Bee suggests fish and chips for tea. Bee's favourite chippy isn't mine, but it's fine. We park on the road and I stay in the car while Bee goes in to order. As I sit and watch the traffic pass, I wonder if our old friend Alana still lives on this road, thirty seconds later, Alana drives past in a Super Mini. If only I knew how to tap into my powers.
I've been off work all week, haven't really done much to speak of but have done a heap of Spring cleaning, (even though it's still flipping freezing and doesn't feel one iota like Spring.) Despite having physio on Monday, I overdid it on Tuesday and so my back has been tight and complaining since then, but I've done as much as I can. I've steam cleaned the kitchen, shredded about three years worth of confidential waste, thrown out my stock pile of magazines and did a little de-cluttering. So, I have accomplished quite a bit. I'm almost down to the micro sorting Col, can you believe?
I have been really quite negligent about taking care of myself so far this year. I certainly haven't done myself any favours, I have no excuse because as you know, I devour health and nutritional information, I just seem to be on a the path of self destruction at the moment and I don't really know why.
It's been a relatively mild but long winter this year. I have had some form of a cold since November and I'm just hoping that despite the smattering of early daffs, once Spring does actually arrive, I'll feel better or at least more motivated to take better care of myself.
With hope in mind, I have spent a couple of months contemplating the Nutribullet, I must have watched the infomercial at least twenty times. The co-creator is fine, the woman with him is beyond irritating, which is probably why it took me so long to pay attention.
I lost a bit of weight leading up to Christmas, I usually carry a bit extra, but only a bit, so when I lost my appetite and lost some lbs before Christmas, due to the cold symptoms, I looked terrible. If I'd had the Nutribullet, I would have at least had some nutrition entering my body.
I finally decide to bite the bullet and purchase the.... I arrive at the store with the reference number, input the details, purchase and then wait my turn. I stand back a little, my number is called and I step forward to the counter, next to a man and his young daughter.
I suspect he's possibly a weekend Dad, it's early on a Saturday morning, they are bright and shiny and waiting to purchase a dolly. Dad proceeds to shamelessly flirt with me via his daughter... ask the lady this... ask the lady that... this is a little too direct for me, even via the daughter and so I respond appropriately to the daughter, 'no, mine isn't anywhere nearly as exciting as a dolly, mine is quite boring.'
My purchase arrives and the Dad decides that yep, he'd be quite happy to swap purchases after all. Nooooooo cries the daughter. I collect my purchase and leave the Dad to his weekend.
I wish men of my age came across as a little less desperate, nothing has a single person heading for the hills faster than the distinct scent of desperation. Misplaced desperation it may be, but how can you possibly tell?
A few days later, Bee and I have been out for a walk and Bee suggests fish and chips for tea. Bee's favourite chippy isn't mine, but it's fine. We park on the road and I stay in the car while Bee goes in to order. As I sit and watch the traffic pass, I wonder if our old friend Alana still lives on this road, thirty seconds later, Alana drives past in a Super Mini. If only I knew how to tap into my powers.
I've been off work all week, haven't really done much to speak of but have done a heap of Spring cleaning, (even though it's still flipping freezing and doesn't feel one iota like Spring.) Despite having physio on Monday, I overdid it on Tuesday and so my back has been tight and complaining since then, but I've done as much as I can. I've steam cleaned the kitchen, shredded about three years worth of confidential waste, thrown out my stock pile of magazines and did a little de-cluttering. So, I have accomplished quite a bit. I'm almost down to the micro sorting Col, can you believe?
I have been really quite negligent about taking care of myself so far this year. I certainly haven't done myself any favours, I have no excuse because as you know, I devour health and nutritional information, I just seem to be on a the path of self destruction at the moment and I don't really know why.
It's been a relatively mild but long winter this year. I have had some form of a cold since November and I'm just hoping that despite the smattering of early daffs, once Spring does actually arrive, I'll feel better or at least more motivated to take better care of myself.
With hope in mind, I have spent a couple of months contemplating the Nutribullet, I must have watched the infomercial at least twenty times. The co-creator is fine, the woman with him is beyond irritating, which is probably why it took me so long to pay attention.
I lost a bit of weight leading up to Christmas, I usually carry a bit extra, but only a bit, so when I lost my appetite and lost some lbs before Christmas, due to the cold symptoms, I looked terrible. If I'd had the Nutribullet, I would have at least had some nutrition entering my body.
I finally decide to bite the bullet and purchase the.... I arrive at the store with the reference number, input the details, purchase and then wait my turn. I stand back a little, my number is called and I step forward to the counter, next to a man and his young daughter.
I suspect he's possibly a weekend Dad, it's early on a Saturday morning, they are bright and shiny and waiting to purchase a dolly. Dad proceeds to shamelessly flirt with me via his daughter... ask the lady this... ask the lady that... this is a little too direct for me, even via the daughter and so I respond appropriately to the daughter, 'no, mine isn't anywhere nearly as exciting as a dolly, mine is quite boring.'
My purchase arrives and the Dad decides that yep, he'd be quite happy to swap purchases after all. Nooooooo cries the daughter. I collect my purchase and leave the Dad to his weekend.
I wish men of my age came across as a little less desperate, nothing has a single person heading for the hills faster than the distinct scent of desperation. Misplaced desperation it may be, but how can you possibly tell?
Wednesday, 11 March 2015
If it was a little warmer, I'd say I was Spring cleaning
My usual working week is so driven by doing certain tasks on particular days, that I'm struggling to remember what day it is now that I'm off work, but it must be Tuesday because it's my cousin Jayne's birthday today. It's cool but the sun is shining and we have a beautiful blue sky.
On Sunday, I head out for my usual coffee and reading ritual, returned home to phone JR for an update and then Bee arrived after church. We headed off to the cinema to see 'Still Alice'. I'm so glad that Julianne Moore won an Oscar for her portrayal, it was brilliant and moving. All of the cast were exceptional, it was almost like watching a play, very... intimate and heartbreaking.
Bee and I had a quick bite to eat after the film then we headed home.
Monday, I headed out for coffee, home to make chicken and vegetable soup then headed off for physio. It's just over eight weeks since my last session and my neck and back have been niggling since I had to sit awkwardly though a pointless meeting, ten days ago. When I say sit, I mean lean against a desk, the desk was pointing at 2, the information was at noon. After an hour and twenty, my neck was bothering me.
My brilliant physio is, well, just brilliant. I love the way she explains everything to me, I love learning... collagen, muscles, joints, fascinating.
I'm home five minutes from physio when Bee arrives and we head out in the cold and damp, with a little light rain, to walk around Ness. I love Ness but I carefully steer us around the quickest route in case of sudden downpour. I have so many layers on, I look at least 2 stone heavier than I am, my jacket zipper is straining from the gillet that lies beneath.
Bee has recovered from her chest infection and is buoyant and joyous. We are not entirely on the same wavelength but we manage to make each other laugh and while she is oblivious to some important nuances, she checks to make sure that she hasn't missed the non existent ones. Which means she cares very much.
It's Tuesday and I'm sore but I jog anyway, for twenty minutes. Vicki reassured me yesterday that it's still good for me and even though I don't feel like it, I do it, and love it.
I head out for coffee then return home to take down curtains, steam clean window sills and grouting, take down more curtains, wash curtains, put up curtains, and then I shred confidential waste. I'm sore, my already sore back is rebelling. Think I've overdone it a tad.
Wednesday I wake with a sore throat and a very twingey back. I decide not to jog this morning but instead, take my time getting ready then head out for coffee.
I return home to shred some more, (I have years of confi waste to shred,) cleared one area of one of the, 'in need of help' bedrooms, and rearrange the kitchen. I could quite happily never return to work again.
On Sunday, I head out for my usual coffee and reading ritual, returned home to phone JR for an update and then Bee arrived after church. We headed off to the cinema to see 'Still Alice'. I'm so glad that Julianne Moore won an Oscar for her portrayal, it was brilliant and moving. All of the cast were exceptional, it was almost like watching a play, very... intimate and heartbreaking.
Bee and I had a quick bite to eat after the film then we headed home.
Monday, I headed out for coffee, home to make chicken and vegetable soup then headed off for physio. It's just over eight weeks since my last session and my neck and back have been niggling since I had to sit awkwardly though a pointless meeting, ten days ago. When I say sit, I mean lean against a desk, the desk was pointing at 2, the information was at noon. After an hour and twenty, my neck was bothering me.
My brilliant physio is, well, just brilliant. I love the way she explains everything to me, I love learning... collagen, muscles, joints, fascinating.
I'm home five minutes from physio when Bee arrives and we head out in the cold and damp, with a little light rain, to walk around Ness. I love Ness but I carefully steer us around the quickest route in case of sudden downpour. I have so many layers on, I look at least 2 stone heavier than I am, my jacket zipper is straining from the gillet that lies beneath.
Bee has recovered from her chest infection and is buoyant and joyous. We are not entirely on the same wavelength but we manage to make each other laugh and while she is oblivious to some important nuances, she checks to make sure that she hasn't missed the non existent ones. Which means she cares very much.
It's Tuesday and I'm sore but I jog anyway, for twenty minutes. Vicki reassured me yesterday that it's still good for me and even though I don't feel like it, I do it, and love it.
I head out for coffee then return home to take down curtains, steam clean window sills and grouting, take down more curtains, wash curtains, put up curtains, and then I shred confidential waste. I'm sore, my already sore back is rebelling. Think I've overdone it a tad.
Wednesday I wake with a sore throat and a very twingey back. I decide not to jog this morning but instead, take my time getting ready then head out for coffee.
I return home to shred some more, (I have years of confi waste to shred,) cleared one area of one of the, 'in need of help' bedrooms, and rearrange the kitchen. I could quite happily never return to work again.
Saturday, 7 March 2015
The Best and the Worst
I've had the best two weeks in work recently, the best in the past sixteen months which, when I think about it, isn't good is it? That means that for approximately the past 72 weeks, I have been unhappy, doesn't that make you think? This week was one of the worst. I feel and have felt for a while, unchallenged, unappreciated, taken advantage of, and mostly invisible, which, for a Leo, well, I think my soul is depressed or at the very least, crushed.
I'm now off work for a week, so far, I have spent most of the 22 hours since I left the office, thinking about how much I can't stand work, apart from the time when I was asleep of course. I'm going to try to get things in perspective, pray that I'm just hormonal, (they are so handy to blame emotions and unhappiness on.) I need to be the embodiment of calm and serenity when I go back and find a way to not go insane with boredom and unhappiness... more insane.
On the bright side, did I tell you that my darling nephew CJ donated his old and unwanted TV to me? I am so in love, (I love my nephew of course but I was talking about the TV.) It's like I was blind and now I can see, everything fits where it should, the picture, the information, it's a whole new world and I'm so grateful, see... lucky.
I'm now off work for a week, so far, I have spent most of the 22 hours since I left the office, thinking about how much I can't stand work, apart from the time when I was asleep of course. I'm going to try to get things in perspective, pray that I'm just hormonal, (they are so handy to blame emotions and unhappiness on.) I need to be the embodiment of calm and serenity when I go back and find a way to not go insane with boredom and unhappiness... more insane.
On the bright side, did I tell you that my darling nephew CJ donated his old and unwanted TV to me? I am so in love, (I love my nephew of course but I was talking about the TV.) It's like I was blind and now I can see, everything fits where it should, the picture, the information, it's a whole new world and I'm so grateful, see... lucky.
Hot Me
I'm having a hot hair day. You understand that these are few and far between, so I am learning to acknowledge and embrace them, who knows how many hot hair day's I have left?
I am also in the midst of a lucky streak at the moment. For the longest time, I've thought that if I didn't have bad luck, then I wouldn't have any luck at all. But not recently, it's all changed and I'm starting to think that I'm lucky after all. What if I'm building to an outstanding lucky crescendo?
It's a bunch of little things and you may think that I sound insane but you probably thought that anyway. A free coffee, a coffee upgrade, a great parking space, a free jute shopping bag, these are little things but they are not the norm and so I acknowledge and thank my lucky stars for each little upgrade.
I've just watched 'Silver Linings Playbook' and not only did I love it, but it got me thinking. I have spent my whole life censoring what I say, censoring what words leave my mouth, for fear of upsetting anyone.
I can only imagine how freeing it would feel to be like 'Tiffany' and just speak from the heart.
I am also in the midst of a lucky streak at the moment. For the longest time, I've thought that if I didn't have bad luck, then I wouldn't have any luck at all. But not recently, it's all changed and I'm starting to think that I'm lucky after all. What if I'm building to an outstanding lucky crescendo?
It's a bunch of little things and you may think that I sound insane but you probably thought that anyway. A free coffee, a coffee upgrade, a great parking space, a free jute shopping bag, these are little things but they are not the norm and so I acknowledge and thank my lucky stars for each little upgrade.
I've just watched 'Silver Linings Playbook' and not only did I love it, but it got me thinking. I have spent my whole life censoring what I say, censoring what words leave my mouth, for fear of upsetting anyone.
I can only imagine how freeing it would feel to be like 'Tiffany' and just speak from the heart.
Sunday, 1 March 2015
February Funk
It's Friday and the last 'official' day of my week off. I haven't met up with any of my sister's while I've been off but I am planning on meeting one of my great friends tomorrow.
I feel in a melancholy mood this week, an emotional, over eating mood, and I have no idea why. Luckily, I've found consolation in homemade chicken and vegetable soup, I can't get enough of it and it's comforting, even though I say so myself, I think I've perfected my recipe. I was dreading stepping on the scales but I did earlier and I've gained from Christmas when I'd lost weight due to losing my appetite when I didn't feel well, but I'm still only back to 'normal' and no more, which is a relief. I'm totally misshapen but not overly, over weight.
I am eyeing up Tony Horton's 10 Minute Trainer infomercial but I haven't succumbed yet. My problem at the moment is not time, but motivation, maybe I should see if I can get myself to workout for 10 minutes under my own steam first of all.
Incidentally, I always have the informercials on in the morning while I'm not watching TV and just pottering about, having breakfast, sometimes working out. They are currently advertising the most hideous jean-a-like trousers you've ever see in your life. They seem to be elasticated, all over, spray-on tight and painted to look like regular jeans. They were bad enough before I realised (that's what glancing with the sound turned down does for you,) that they are fake jeans and stretchy in all places.
So, as I mentioned, it's Friday night and I'm in the company of the dynamic Diane Keaton and the also-not-so-bad, Mr Jack Nicholson, with a name like Jack, how can you go wrong in life? (Now is not the time to mention the delightful KR, brilliant and if you got the crush-o-meter out, well... I know that he's been within 50 miles of me, gosh dang it.)
I'm watching 'Something's Gotta Give', one of my favourite films and I'm watching it over the incessant barking from next door's dogs. Barking aside, I think I want to be "Amanda Barrie", with the brilliance, the career and definitely the beach house. In my dreams anyway.
With the new, swingy hair and the not looking at myself in the mirror too closely, I missed until today, the bruise on my jaw from having my wisdom tooth out, it's either that or I punched myself in my sleep. Swelling has gone down but still sore and still bruised, not too noticeable though to the outside world.
Saturday, I have a very long overdue catch up with one of my really good friends. I selfishly confessed that I was really glad to have her all to myself, it is literally years since we've really talked. Three hours flew by and we probably could have carried on for another three, quite easily. I've made quite a few new friends and acquaintances in the past twelve months, but after all we've been through, there is nothing to compare to old friends.
I feel in a melancholy mood this week, an emotional, over eating mood, and I have no idea why. Luckily, I've found consolation in homemade chicken and vegetable soup, I can't get enough of it and it's comforting, even though I say so myself, I think I've perfected my recipe. I was dreading stepping on the scales but I did earlier and I've gained from Christmas when I'd lost weight due to losing my appetite when I didn't feel well, but I'm still only back to 'normal' and no more, which is a relief. I'm totally misshapen but not overly, over weight.
I am eyeing up Tony Horton's 10 Minute Trainer infomercial but I haven't succumbed yet. My problem at the moment is not time, but motivation, maybe I should see if I can get myself to workout for 10 minutes under my own steam first of all.
Incidentally, I always have the informercials on in the morning while I'm not watching TV and just pottering about, having breakfast, sometimes working out. They are currently advertising the most hideous jean-a-like trousers you've ever see in your life. They seem to be elasticated, all over, spray-on tight and painted to look like regular jeans. They were bad enough before I realised (that's what glancing with the sound turned down does for you,) that they are fake jeans and stretchy in all places.
So, as I mentioned, it's Friday night and I'm in the company of the dynamic Diane Keaton and the also-not-so-bad, Mr Jack Nicholson, with a name like Jack, how can you go wrong in life? (Now is not the time to mention the delightful KR, brilliant and if you got the crush-o-meter out, well... I know that he's been within 50 miles of me, gosh dang it.)
I'm watching 'Something's Gotta Give', one of my favourite films and I'm watching it over the incessant barking from next door's dogs. Barking aside, I think I want to be "Amanda Barrie", with the brilliance, the career and definitely the beach house. In my dreams anyway.
With the new, swingy hair and the not looking at myself in the mirror too closely, I missed until today, the bruise on my jaw from having my wisdom tooth out, it's either that or I punched myself in my sleep. Swelling has gone down but still sore and still bruised, not too noticeable though to the outside world.
Saturday, I have a very long overdue catch up with one of my really good friends. I selfishly confessed that I was really glad to have her all to myself, it is literally years since we've really talked. Three hours flew by and we probably could have carried on for another three, quite easily. I've made quite a few new friends and acquaintances in the past twelve months, but after all we've been through, there is nothing to compare to old friends.
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