I was off on Friday and on Thursday night, I slept for 10 hours, ridiculous huh? I got up... dawn had already... dawned, jogged for 12 minutes, did abs work for 8 minutes, (neck was straining so cut short the 12 minute workout,) had breakfast and hit the shower in between fielding BF trouble texts from a friend, you see? I can multitask at any time of day.
I'm off today... hence the 10 hours sleep, and so I headed out for coffee. Today, I had a celebratory skinny capp rather than my usual Pike filter with skinny foam, oh yes, I know how to live the high life.
So after a little shopping, couldn't resist hitting Elle Macpherson Intimates since I washed most of my utility/work bras a lovely grey colour the other week. Spotted a gorgeous, lacy bra which fits perfectly, started out at £41, got it for £5.00, what a bargain. After that, I recycled, bought bread and topped up tyres with air, then moved on to the supermarket near home for bell peppers, eggs and blueberries.
Noon until 3pm was filled with housework. It took two rounds of Adele's "21" on my iPod to just about get me through the cleaning and tidying, then I stuck in a DVD and hit the ironing before heading out to Mandie for a little waxing. She is so good.
I returned home to a congratulations card and a celebratory bottle of wine hidden under a bush in the garden, they were from B who was heading out to friends for the weekend, the card is lovely, well, the card is pretty plain but the hand written sentiment inside is just lovely.
Saturday, 15 September 2012
Friday, 14 September 2012
Result
Wednesday around 5pm, in the midst of getting ready to meet up with the girls, I got a phone call. The job interview I went to last Wednesday, well... I got it. Can you believe it? I was stunned, totally and utterly. Really did not expect to get it and didn't dare hope because it would be life changing. My days of getting up at 4am on a regular basis anyway, are soon to be over and my commute will be cut down from 1.5 - 2 hours to 20 minutes max, and I'm probably over estimating for good measure.
So I start my next chapter, my new adventure, on 8th October, 5 years and 8 months, almost to the day, after the last one began. I know that I'll be nervous on the day, but I'm more excited to be learning something new, being challenged, at least for a while, and most of all, I'm so excited to have a more normal life. I'm already planning my workouts and looking at local exercise classes.
I have no idea at the moment, when my days will start and finish, but I do know, without a shadow of a doubt, that my alarm will not be ringing at 3.50am every morning. Can't tell you how happy I am x
So I start my next chapter, my new adventure, on 8th October, 5 years and 8 months, almost to the day, after the last one began. I know that I'll be nervous on the day, but I'm more excited to be learning something new, being challenged, at least for a while, and most of all, I'm so excited to have a more normal life. I'm already planning my workouts and looking at local exercise classes.
I have no idea at the moment, when my days will start and finish, but I do know, without a shadow of a doubt, that my alarm will not be ringing at 3.50am every morning. Can't tell you how happy I am x
Our Girls... the Catch Up
It's been a long, long time. Even for me, it's been 9 months since I last met up with Our Girls. We've all known each other for around 20 years, some a little shorter, some a little longer, but we all gelled like it was meant to be. You knew D before, but other than that... you have to admit that the Universe put us all together. Well, you're not here so you can't argue with me ;) Trust me, it was the Universe.
We all met at 7.30, Sheila was poorly with flu and I really missed having her there. In attendance were of course A & T, Sue, D and Andrea, who I haven't seen for years. It was great to be in everyones company, conversation mainly revolved around all of the kids, you know how quickly they grow up and change and of course many photographs were shown, it was lovely to see them all looking so grown up... even the littlest one in matching togs, looking cute with his big brother.
A is having a fancy dress birthday party 26th October. You can imagine I'm traumatised, it's bad enough me finding a normal outfit, it'll be Halloween, I think sexy witch is unachievable so I'll just go with an ugly one I think. S has advised me to hit the charity shops, so that's what I'll be doing.
We played for an hour at the pub quiz then I had to beat a retreat because of work on Thursday, I managed to net at least 5 hours sleep and surprisingly, didn't feel too terrible the next morning.
Sent Sheila a text the next day to see how she was doing... better, but still poorly.
We all met at 7.30, Sheila was poorly with flu and I really missed having her there. In attendance were of course A & T, Sue, D and Andrea, who I haven't seen for years. It was great to be in everyones company, conversation mainly revolved around all of the kids, you know how quickly they grow up and change and of course many photographs were shown, it was lovely to see them all looking so grown up... even the littlest one in matching togs, looking cute with his big brother.
A is having a fancy dress birthday party 26th October. You can imagine I'm traumatised, it's bad enough me finding a normal outfit, it'll be Halloween, I think sexy witch is unachievable so I'll just go with an ugly one I think. S has advised me to hit the charity shops, so that's what I'll be doing.
We played for an hour at the pub quiz then I had to beat a retreat because of work on Thursday, I managed to net at least 5 hours sleep and surprisingly, didn't feel too terrible the next morning.
Sent Sheila a text the next day to see how she was doing... better, but still poorly.
Tuesday, 11 September 2012
BP, and I don't mean British Petroleum
So, my blood pressure is high again. Last time it was this high, I was working two jobs and about to head over to you, remember? I was really worried they would say I couldn't fly.
It got taken last week and I poo pooed it and explained that jeez, it's always high when it's taken at the surgery, (isn't every ones?) But, apparently, I now have to call in at the BP clinic sometime over the next two weeks... just to see. Well I can tell you now, I'll fail, it will be high and if I have another day in work like today, they may lock me in the surgery and throw away the key.
Tuesday and the drive to work was horrendous, the rain was so torrential, I couldn't see the lines in the road, thankfully, there isn't much traffic at my time in the morning. Tuesday was pretty full on in work too and only marginally less stressful than Monday. I'm calm and serene for the most part, we're talking weeks... months on end, and then something tips me over the edge and I snap, blow up like a volcano... you know the story. Well, I well and truly snapped yesterday and my chest was still tight this morning, by noon, I had chest pains but I'm hoping that was wind. I know, I shouldn't make a joke, it could be something serious, but I just think it's work being full on at the moment and frustrating as hell.
So, guess where I am tomorrow night, Wednesday night? I'm meeting our girls for something to eat and a huge, 9 month catch up. I know, in almost 20 years, this is the longest we've gone without dinner, a laugh and a catch up. I also know that you'd love to be here or at the very least, a fly on the wall ;) I wish you were here too. I will tell all... very soon. Love you x
It got taken last week and I poo pooed it and explained that jeez, it's always high when it's taken at the surgery, (isn't every ones?) But, apparently, I now have to call in at the BP clinic sometime over the next two weeks... just to see. Well I can tell you now, I'll fail, it will be high and if I have another day in work like today, they may lock me in the surgery and throw away the key.
Tuesday and the drive to work was horrendous, the rain was so torrential, I couldn't see the lines in the road, thankfully, there isn't much traffic at my time in the morning. Tuesday was pretty full on in work too and only marginally less stressful than Monday. I'm calm and serene for the most part, we're talking weeks... months on end, and then something tips me over the edge and I snap, blow up like a volcano... you know the story. Well, I well and truly snapped yesterday and my chest was still tight this morning, by noon, I had chest pains but I'm hoping that was wind. I know, I shouldn't make a joke, it could be something serious, but I just think it's work being full on at the moment and frustrating as hell.
So, guess where I am tomorrow night, Wednesday night? I'm meeting our girls for something to eat and a huge, 9 month catch up. I know, in almost 20 years, this is the longest we've gone without dinner, a laugh and a catch up. I also know that you'd love to be here or at the very least, a fly on the wall ;) I wish you were here too. I will tell all... very soon. Love you x
Monday, 10 September 2012
Dating Dilemas
Someone very close to me, has signed up for some dating sites. Not that they need any assistance, they are handsome, sociable, can talk their way out of a paper bag, tall, broad, and they are both a hopeless romantic and incredibly impatient, and despite my calming and soothing words to attempt to slow things down, said, dearest person, has chosen to ignore me, as do most people I know, and instead, they have plunged headlong into the "singles" phenom. I do realise this is stretching the boundaries of a fully formed sentence.
Well, this person's bravery has got me thinking. The one person who knows me best in all of the world, is me, you do come a very close second sweetie and some would argue, that you would win Gold. Anyway, when a couple of our friends have, in the past, suggested that I sign up to dating sites, (because their really good friends have found everlasting love on there,) they think I should sign up too as they are desperate to pair me off, and, as a bonus, they would come with me, incognito... on the date. Are you feeling the stress yet?
I'll tell you, what I have told them. I am a magnet for psychopaths, child molesters, and the slightly, or not so slightly deranged. I have the history and the scars to prove it.
Still, with my special persons infectious optimism and open heart, I cannot help but wonder.
If you are wondering if my dodgy magnetism is on the wane, then the answer is no, it isn't. As close as Thursday of this week, I asked a supermarket employee, if the recycling bins would be making a return after an absence of a few weeks. "No, my fair lady, I am sorry to disappoint you, but they will not be returning." Which was fine, except that he spoke the whole time... to my breasts. Do you see what I mean? Magnet.
Half of my brain wonders what the excitement and exhilaration would be like, yet my logical and pessimistic self, (who is quietly wagging an all knowing finger at me,) knows what the outcome would be, and I would end up with the one psychopath who had joined the dating agency.
Weighing up the pros and cons, I think I'd be better to die alone and to leave the dating up to my brave, optimistic and darling... nearest and dearest, and I will happily dance at their wedding and I'll be the one wearing killer heels, and a fabulous frock.
Well, this person's bravery has got me thinking. The one person who knows me best in all of the world, is me, you do come a very close second sweetie and some would argue, that you would win Gold. Anyway, when a couple of our friends have, in the past, suggested that I sign up to dating sites, (because their really good friends have found everlasting love on there,) they think I should sign up too as they are desperate to pair me off, and, as a bonus, they would come with me, incognito... on the date. Are you feeling the stress yet?
I'll tell you, what I have told them. I am a magnet for psychopaths, child molesters, and the slightly, or not so slightly deranged. I have the history and the scars to prove it.
Still, with my special persons infectious optimism and open heart, I cannot help but wonder.
If you are wondering if my dodgy magnetism is on the wane, then the answer is no, it isn't. As close as Thursday of this week, I asked a supermarket employee, if the recycling bins would be making a return after an absence of a few weeks. "No, my fair lady, I am sorry to disappoint you, but they will not be returning." Which was fine, except that he spoke the whole time... to my breasts. Do you see what I mean? Magnet.
Half of my brain wonders what the excitement and exhilaration would be like, yet my logical and pessimistic self, (who is quietly wagging an all knowing finger at me,) knows what the outcome would be, and I would end up with the one psychopath who had joined the dating agency.
Weighing up the pros and cons, I think I'd be better to die alone and to leave the dating up to my brave, optimistic and darling... nearest and dearest, and I will happily dance at their wedding and I'll be the one wearing killer heels, and a fabulous frock.
Saturday, 8 September 2012
Blue Valentine
I had a lovely sleep. I slept through the night again and I woke early... again. All of this extra sleep is great, but playing havoc with my back, it does not cope well with being in bed for too long, or maybe I need a new mattress.
Yesterday, was supposed to be shopping and blitz the housework day. In actuality, I decided to pace myself, (at a pretty leisurely pace, I punctuated catch up phone calls and emails, in between housework.) Needless to say, I did not make a great deal of headway on the housework front.
So, I'm feeling really chilled. Didn't realise it until today, but I've been pretty tightly wound for a good few weeks now and I've been running on empty too, at least in the sleep department. Today, for the first time in a while, I feel like I can breathe deeply, it's refreshing and invigorating.
And so, I spend the day pretending to do housework and round it off with film night. I'm watching Blue Valentine for the first time. No prizes for guessing how much I like Mr Gosling. I haven't seen this film before but, as to be expected from a Mr Gosling film, it is full of integrity, great story, great drama, brilliant performances from both he and Michelle Williams, just excellent. It's no walk in the park so if you haven't seen it before, don't expect an easy ride, it's all, pure, raw acting telling an unvarnished story.
Yesterday, was supposed to be shopping and blitz the housework day. In actuality, I decided to pace myself, (at a pretty leisurely pace, I punctuated catch up phone calls and emails, in between housework.) Needless to say, I did not make a great deal of headway on the housework front.
So, I'm feeling really chilled. Didn't realise it until today, but I've been pretty tightly wound for a good few weeks now and I've been running on empty too, at least in the sleep department. Today, for the first time in a while, I feel like I can breathe deeply, it's refreshing and invigorating.
And so, I spend the day pretending to do housework and round it off with film night. I'm watching Blue Valentine for the first time. No prizes for guessing how much I like Mr Gosling. I haven't seen this film before but, as to be expected from a Mr Gosling film, it is full of integrity, great story, great drama, brilliant performances from both he and Michelle Williams, just excellent. It's no walk in the park so if you haven't seen it before, don't expect an easy ride, it's all, pure, raw acting telling an unvarnished story.
Friday, 7 September 2012
Prince Harry
You may, or may not have heard about the Prince Harry - Las Vegas debacle. Well, apparently, what happens in Vegas, does not actually stay in Vegas.
I'm a Brit, I'm a Royalist, but not for the sake of it, the Royals have to earn their stripes as far as I'm concerned, Prince Harry has more than earned his.
My darling nephew CJ kind of summed up the most recent debacle. Prince Harry has grown up in the Royal limelight. Some would argue that he lost his darling Mother, due to the press or public interest in her private life, who knows?
Prince Harry serves Queen and Country as do thousands of admirable males and females. Isn't everyone allowed to let their hair down sometimes? I would say so. Should everyone be allowed at least 5% off the radar? I would argue at least 5%.
My darling nephew, who, if he were in Harry's position, I would die defending, he argued that to represent Queen and Country, serve active duty, appear naked in the worlds press, then he deserves to be King.
Well, thankfully, I can patrol my darling nephew's thoughts and no CJ, Prince William is next, and rightfully in line to the throne, but I do know what he means and I'm proud that he's upfront enough to support a fellow, young man, who has so far, given his privacy for his country, and it seems, he continues to do so.
Prince Harry has now resumed his role as a helicopter pilot on active duty in Afghanistan. May his God go with him and may he and his comrades, all return home safe.
Some things should remain sacred, the Sun "news"paper, you should be ashamed.
I'm a Brit, I'm a Royalist, but not for the sake of it, the Royals have to earn their stripes as far as I'm concerned, Prince Harry has more than earned his.
My darling nephew CJ kind of summed up the most recent debacle. Prince Harry has grown up in the Royal limelight. Some would argue that he lost his darling Mother, due to the press or public interest in her private life, who knows?
Prince Harry serves Queen and Country as do thousands of admirable males and females. Isn't everyone allowed to let their hair down sometimes? I would say so. Should everyone be allowed at least 5% off the radar? I would argue at least 5%.
My darling nephew, who, if he were in Harry's position, I would die defending, he argued that to represent Queen and Country, serve active duty, appear naked in the worlds press, then he deserves to be King.
Well, thankfully, I can patrol my darling nephew's thoughts and no CJ, Prince William is next, and rightfully in line to the throne, but I do know what he means and I'm proud that he's upfront enough to support a fellow, young man, who has so far, given his privacy for his country, and it seems, he continues to do so.
Prince Harry has now resumed his role as a helicopter pilot on active duty in Afghanistan. May his God go with him and may he and his comrades, all return home safe.
Some things should remain sacred, the Sun "news"paper, you should be ashamed.
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