Strictly; Jason Donovan and Kristina Rianof danced the tango to "I Will Survive," last week with more than a passing glitter ball and a swift nod to Priscilla Queen of the Desert. Brilliant choreography from Kristina, fantastic attack and charactarisation from Jason. Jason acts, without exageration... from his eyebrows down, he gives every inch of himself and I cannot wait for this weeks delectable delight.
I hope you get to watch over there, he really is a treat and I really hope that he wins, I'd like Kristina to win too, she's really had some duds over the past few seasons but I saw her at a theatre, touring with the Strictly professionals and even though she looks quite hard, think bombshell figure and peroxide white hair, she came across as lovely, humble and hugely appreciative of the audience and their reaction.
Fingers crossed... although Chelsee is a dark horse... she is also one to watch ;)
Hope this works; http://youtu.be/CQ44_j16PZ4
Sunday, 23 October 2011
Amelie's Big Day
Sunday is here, it's dull and cold, even inside Starbucks it's chilly. I'm on a strict schedule this morning, hair and make-up are done, presents wrapped, sat nav located, (the irony was not lost.) I need to pick up a couple of things as soon as the shops open at 10.30am, then get home for a quick change into one of two outfits and head back out to the Church for the Christening of Amelie Sophia. Which ever outfit I choose, I'll be a vision in pink as both outfits are pink, well, I'll be in pink anyway. Mostly looking forward to today, I have the usual slight anxiety as I get every time I have to go to an event alone, you really would think I'd be used to it by now wouldn't you? Anyway, once I arrive, I should see a few friendly faces.
I got there in plenty of time but everyone was already there. Had a trauma parking, but at least I wasn't late. Service was lovely and not too long, baby was an angel and as good as gold. Got lost getting from Church to venue, then took forever to park, nevertheless, got there eventually, can I just mention that negotiating killer heels over cobbles takes skill. There was a lovely mix of family, mostly my cousin's, their in law's who I last saw at respective weddings and their friends. It was great to see my cousins. Every time I have a conversation with one of my cousin's who is 7 years younger than me, despite his height, his marriage and a few laughter lines around his eyes, I always see the little boy who was such a pain in the behind :) He broke things, he dived in front of cameras just before the click, he bit into tumblers, oh yes, he was a pain, but I wouldn't change a thing and it's always great to catch up and see what he's been up to. He leaves for work in Dubai in the morning.
Not sure when we'll be together like that again, I did try to talk Amelie's Dad into a first birthday party so, fingers crossed.
Congratulations to the All Blacks, Rugby World Champions! Hope that you're celebrating, you should be proud x
I got there in plenty of time but everyone was already there. Had a trauma parking, but at least I wasn't late. Service was lovely and not too long, baby was an angel and as good as gold. Got lost getting from Church to venue, then took forever to park, nevertheless, got there eventually, can I just mention that negotiating killer heels over cobbles takes skill. There was a lovely mix of family, mostly my cousin's, their in law's who I last saw at respective weddings and their friends. It was great to see my cousins. Every time I have a conversation with one of my cousin's who is 7 years younger than me, despite his height, his marriage and a few laughter lines around his eyes, I always see the little boy who was such a pain in the behind :) He broke things, he dived in front of cameras just before the click, he bit into tumblers, oh yes, he was a pain, but I wouldn't change a thing and it's always great to catch up and see what he's been up to. He leaves for work in Dubai in the morning.
Not sure when we'll be together like that again, I did try to talk Amelie's Dad into a first birthday party so, fingers crossed.
Congratulations to the All Blacks, Rugby World Champions! Hope that you're celebrating, you should be proud x
Saturday, 22 October 2011
October 22nd
It's now Saturday, and it's cold. I slept late, well, late for me, around 6.30am and I got up just before 7am. Tracy Anderson Butt & Thigh workout for me this morning. I'm almost doing all the reps I'm supposed to be doing... this had better work.
I need to have a pampering session later on, ready for tomorrow's Christening of baby Amelie Sophia. I'm 95% looking forward to it and 5% a little anxious due to family stuff going on. Put it this way, I think I'll need a glass of wine when I get home.
We were up for a pretty decent wedding order but it turns out that the price was too high for the Bride to be. I thought about it this morning and wondered if I'd overpriced, but I don't think I did. Any less, and we would have been practically making it for free. Too bad though, that order would have really come in handy.
My annual Christmas tidy up and blitz continues. I realise I'm starting very early this year but I can't believe how the weeks are flying by and, I can't bear to be a last minute Lucy again this year. No, this year, I'm going to be tidy, organised, wrapped, posted, calm and serene on the run up to the most stressful time of the year, aka...Christmas. I am going to be positively bored the week before Christmas, as I'll have done everything already. Well, that's the plan.
In an effort to cut calories this weekend, I've boycotted my adored Walkers, Sweet Chili Crisps, in favour of salted pretzels. Oh dear, I think I may have found my new, weekend treat.
I need to have a pampering session later on, ready for tomorrow's Christening of baby Amelie Sophia. I'm 95% looking forward to it and 5% a little anxious due to family stuff going on. Put it this way, I think I'll need a glass of wine when I get home.
We were up for a pretty decent wedding order but it turns out that the price was too high for the Bride to be. I thought about it this morning and wondered if I'd overpriced, but I don't think I did. Any less, and we would have been practically making it for free. Too bad though, that order would have really come in handy.
My annual Christmas tidy up and blitz continues. I realise I'm starting very early this year but I can't believe how the weeks are flying by and, I can't bear to be a last minute Lucy again this year. No, this year, I'm going to be tidy, organised, wrapped, posted, calm and serene on the run up to the most stressful time of the year, aka...Christmas. I am going to be positively bored the week before Christmas, as I'll have done everything already. Well, that's the plan.
In an effort to cut calories this weekend, I've boycotted my adored Walkers, Sweet Chili Crisps, in favour of salted pretzels. Oh dear, I think I may have found my new, weekend treat.
21st October
It's Friday, thank heavens. Work was not good and Westlife have split. Had a conversation with a male co-worker yesterday and told him that I was in mourning due to the split. He asked, (mostly for fresh ammunition with which to skit me with for the next few weeks;) who was my favourite? It's Mark, (blank look,) the one that's gay? (Blank look.) Amazing voice, (blank look with a shrug.) Gorgeous looking? (An even bigger shrug to accompany more blankness.) Why is it that woman can say, "that woman is gorgeous." But men can't acknowledge another man's handsomeness? I think women are just more evolved that way.
The weather has been wild, as I told you. Blown off your feet wild, or, maybe it's just the street I work on, (in a non prostitute fashion.) That street is like a wind tunnel, even in summer. I'm still in a trench coat, but I think it's almost time to hatch out the woollen winter coat.
Wednesday night, I watched an episode of SATC which almost made me cry, it was so sad. (Maybe I'm just prematurely hormonal?) Anyway, it was Carrie's 35th Birthday. She was due to meet up with nine friends at Italian restaurant, il cantinori, and oh wow, she looked fabulous in a bright red two piece, long flowing skirt and matching midriff baring top, topped off with black velvet fascinator.
No one turned up, except the delivery person with her birthday cake, which she had to pay for herself, all $70.00 worth. All her friends were either stuck in traffic or, at the wrong venue. After a considerable amount of time, Carrie was asked to leave as the restaurant couldn't hold the table any longer, (been there, you're on your own, so it's okay apparently, for the staff to ask you to hurry up and finish your coffee as they need the table.)
On her way home, Carrie stepped in wet cement and came under fire from a troupe of NYC workmen. In between tiptoeing back and forth and apologising profusely, or at least trying to be heard over the yelling from the workmen, the box she was carrying broke and her birthday cake splatted onto the wet cement, for which she was berated further.
Carrie arrived back at her empty apartment, to a barrage of messages on her answer phone, all from friends who were delayed, stuck and altogether in the wrong place. Finally, Charlotte arrived at the apartment to collect Carrie and take her for coffee, just the four friends. Over steaming hot coffee, Carrie declared her loneliness and longing for a relationship. Charlotte proposed that they each be each others soul mates, and they just find great, nice guys to have fun with.
If your eyeballs are not in the slightest bit moist at this point, I must just have been hormonal.
Exercise has been hit and mostly miss this week. I could feel last weekend's lunges until Wednesday, at which point I did a few more. The trick must be to do them regularly, so that they don't hurt as much. I jogged for 30 minutes this morning, and I'll try to talk myself into something later.
The weather has been wild, as I told you. Blown off your feet wild, or, maybe it's just the street I work on, (in a non prostitute fashion.) That street is like a wind tunnel, even in summer. I'm still in a trench coat, but I think it's almost time to hatch out the woollen winter coat.
Wednesday night, I watched an episode of SATC which almost made me cry, it was so sad. (Maybe I'm just prematurely hormonal?) Anyway, it was Carrie's 35th Birthday. She was due to meet up with nine friends at Italian restaurant, il cantinori, and oh wow, she looked fabulous in a bright red two piece, long flowing skirt and matching midriff baring top, topped off with black velvet fascinator.
No one turned up, except the delivery person with her birthday cake, which she had to pay for herself, all $70.00 worth. All her friends were either stuck in traffic or, at the wrong venue. After a considerable amount of time, Carrie was asked to leave as the restaurant couldn't hold the table any longer, (been there, you're on your own, so it's okay apparently, for the staff to ask you to hurry up and finish your coffee as they need the table.)
On her way home, Carrie stepped in wet cement and came under fire from a troupe of NYC workmen. In between tiptoeing back and forth and apologising profusely, or at least trying to be heard over the yelling from the workmen, the box she was carrying broke and her birthday cake splatted onto the wet cement, for which she was berated further.
Carrie arrived back at her empty apartment, to a barrage of messages on her answer phone, all from friends who were delayed, stuck and altogether in the wrong place. Finally, Charlotte arrived at the apartment to collect Carrie and take her for coffee, just the four friends. Over steaming hot coffee, Carrie declared her loneliness and longing for a relationship. Charlotte proposed that they each be each others soul mates, and they just find great, nice guys to have fun with.
If your eyeballs are not in the slightest bit moist at this point, I must just have been hormonal.
Exercise has been hit and mostly miss this week. I could feel last weekend's lunges until Wednesday, at which point I did a few more. The trick must be to do them regularly, so that they don't hurt as much. I jogged for 30 minutes this morning, and I'll try to talk myself into something later.
Sunday, 16 October 2011
October 16th
It was great to get a double whammy this morning of relaxed, chatty email from you, swiftly followed half an hour later by a relaxed and chatty you in real life. It was lovely to chat with C too, she's still funny and sounds so grown up now, plus, I have yet another reason to come back to you, (as if I needed one,) as I've promised her that I'll pack my running shoes and we'll go for a gentle jog together.
Another quality nights' sleep last night and I woke feeling so refreshed, not like the usual, were you lay there thinking; "get up now?" "Already?"
So proud of you for doing Ms Anderson's arms sequence, you will love that they spring right back to their former glory... or better, and in no time, you'll have tight and sexy arms for summer. That woman is a genius.
So, with your idea for T's present and C's very polite request, (I'm glad she piped up, saves me wondering what to buy and if she'll like my choice, at least this way, I'll know she loves them. I honestly thought she might have grown out of the bracelets she loved so much, but I'm glad she hasn't.) With just an idea needed for R, I could be wrapped and posted in record time this year. That was probably the kiss of death wasn't it?
As I mentioned, I'd jogged for 20 minutes and then did 20 lunges before hitting the shower and after chatting with you. I think I'll aim for plies this afternoon, (they really work too,) and you've inspired me to do arms, just to keep up with you.
Mr Regular is here again today, good to see him again, my coffee was lovely, and I'm heading home in the bright sunshine to have pan fried salmon, griddle'd mushrooms and wilted spinach.
Congrats to the All Blacks for reaching the final, as I'm tentatively linked to a bunch of actual and honorary kiwis, I will be backing them all the way.
Gwynnie, Arms; http://youtu.be/v1LVFFzi_f0 have fun x
Another quality nights' sleep last night and I woke feeling so refreshed, not like the usual, were you lay there thinking; "get up now?" "Already?"
So proud of you for doing Ms Anderson's arms sequence, you will love that they spring right back to their former glory... or better, and in no time, you'll have tight and sexy arms for summer. That woman is a genius.
So, with your idea for T's present and C's very polite request, (I'm glad she piped up, saves me wondering what to buy and if she'll like my choice, at least this way, I'll know she loves them. I honestly thought she might have grown out of the bracelets she loved so much, but I'm glad she hasn't.) With just an idea needed for R, I could be wrapped and posted in record time this year. That was probably the kiss of death wasn't it?
As I mentioned, I'd jogged for 20 minutes and then did 20 lunges before hitting the shower and after chatting with you. I think I'll aim for plies this afternoon, (they really work too,) and you've inspired me to do arms, just to keep up with you.
Mr Regular is here again today, good to see him again, my coffee was lovely, and I'm heading home in the bright sunshine to have pan fried salmon, griddle'd mushrooms and wilted spinach.
Congrats to the All Blacks for reaching the final, as I'm tentatively linked to a bunch of actual and honorary kiwis, I will be backing them all the way.
Gwynnie, Arms; http://youtu.be/v1LVFFzi_f0 have fun x
Saturday, 15 October 2011
Gorgeous Shoes
I feel good today. I'm trying to give up exclamation marks, but if I hadn't, there would be one there. It's such a relief. Last night was the first that I've slept through without waking myself up coughing. I clocked a decent amount of hours sleep, and I managed to talk myself into a run when I did finally get up. Only 30 minutes, but it's the first I've enjoyed for at least a couple of weeks and I held up okay, although my legs will probably complain a little later. I chose a playlist on my iPod that kept me going so, all in all, even though I'm still a little sniffy, I feel back on track and so much better than I have done recently. I have body brushed my wobbly bits this morning with a natural bristle brush then applied Bio Oil, I bet men never do this, do they?
I did see B yesterday for her birthday and spent a nice few hours with her. She was wearing beige near her face. Oh how I loathe her wearing that colour, and how many times have I told her? Still, she's adopted the new hairstyle I found for her, (think Jane Fonda now,) I managed to get her to change from a hairstyle she'd had for at least forty years, so, that's an achievement in itself, and the number of compliments she's received mean that she'll never go back... thank heavens. Now for the beige.
My eldest sister was there too when I got to B's yesterday and we had a conversation about emigrating. I said I'd leave tomorrow, and while I stopped short of saying; "there is nothing to keep me here," it still felt a bit weird and I wonder what people would make of this, "family."
Do you know what I fancied this weekend? An "Offspring" marathon, but I don't think I'll have the time, sadly. I am however wearing my "Nina" scarf today.
I've just had a chat with Mr Regular who defected to an alternative Starbucks for a while as they open earlier so that was nice to see him and have a catch up.
Want to know what I purchased before heading home? Don't hate me, but Autograph, very high heeled and gorgeous shoes, £49.00 reduced to £4.99. It would have been rude to leave them on the shelf. No idea if I can walk in them, but who cares? They reminded me of the Jimmy Choo's everyone was wearing a few years back. They look fabulous. I know... you hate me.
I did see B yesterday for her birthday and spent a nice few hours with her. She was wearing beige near her face. Oh how I loathe her wearing that colour, and how many times have I told her? Still, she's adopted the new hairstyle I found for her, (think Jane Fonda now,) I managed to get her to change from a hairstyle she'd had for at least forty years, so, that's an achievement in itself, and the number of compliments she's received mean that she'll never go back... thank heavens. Now for the beige.
My eldest sister was there too when I got to B's yesterday and we had a conversation about emigrating. I said I'd leave tomorrow, and while I stopped short of saying; "there is nothing to keep me here," it still felt a bit weird and I wonder what people would make of this, "family."
Do you know what I fancied this weekend? An "Offspring" marathon, but I don't think I'll have the time, sadly. I am however wearing my "Nina" scarf today.
I've just had a chat with Mr Regular who defected to an alternative Starbucks for a while as they open earlier so that was nice to see him and have a catch up.
Want to know what I purchased before heading home? Don't hate me, but Autograph, very high heeled and gorgeous shoes, £49.00 reduced to £4.99. It would have been rude to leave them on the shelf. No idea if I can walk in them, but who cares? They reminded me of the Jimmy Choo's everyone was wearing a few years back. They look fabulous. I know... you hate me.
October 14th
It's Friday again. The cold is finally shifting, but it's left me with a cough which currently wakes me every night, and legs that feel like I've run a marathon, every day, for the past week.
I'd already booked today off, it's B's birthday so I booked it in case she wanted to do anything, but on Monday, I felt so bad that I booked Thursday off too as I thought I would expire before Thursday if I was still sitting at my desk, and didn't want to chance more sick days.
So, yesterday, Thursday, I took J out for a few hours. We only trundled around a few shops and this was punctuated by two coffees but I was shattered when I got home and had to have a sit down before I launched into the ironing.
Today, B is out for lunch with our eldest sibling so, rather than have a rushed visit in the morning before she has to depart, I'll call in for a few hours this afternoon.
As I told you in the email, I'm organising the girls' Christmas night out this year, (and some of the boys,) and yes... I'm a nervous wreck, but I'll quadruple check everything and hope for the best.
I got up at 7 this morning after lazing in bed for while and it seemed to take me forever to get my act together when I finally did get up. I was a little late leaving, a little late getting here, and I've forgotten my iPod so I'm currently in hip hop hell.
Exercise pretty much flew out of the window this week, I even boycotted climbing my usual 5 flights of stairs to get to work on Tuesday and Wednesday as I almost expired doing it on Monday, and it did cross my mind that if I passed out or hyperventilated on the stairs, who the heck would find me as 99.9% take the lift. Legs still not good but wondering whether to go for a run in the morning? How long to you leave it? If you leave it too long, will you ever go back? I've been running for a year now, it's habit, I don't want to lose it.
I'm still watching old re-runs of SATC on one of the Comedy Channels. I love that you feel like you're eavesdropping on their conversation, it's basically a bunch of women, sitting around talking about ever-y-thing, love it.
Carrie is currently on a high with Aiden but has just bumped into, (after he pursued her...) Big, and they "accidentally" slept together. Poor Aiden, but Big always was, "the one," wasn't he? Anyway, Aiden does have Bo Derek after all.
I'm not even going to tell you about work this week because it took a good, several hours, a lot of imaginative distraction and two large glasses of wine, for me to calm down on Wednesday, but you know what? I've been saying I'm going to make changes for months now and I've done very little about it except to give it lip service, so this little incident, created by a total.... who was on one week's temporary promotion and let the power go to his balding head, did actually give me a kick in the pants to focus and get doing something to get me out of there and onto the life I'm supposed to be living. I feel much better now.
It's a cliche, but all I wanted when I got home on Tuesday was chicken soup, bread and butter. What is it about chicken soup when you're feeling lousy? I realise I'm not going to get a reasonable answer from a vegetarian. Anyway, trust me... it hit the spot straight away, and since then, everyday, I've had a bowl of hot soup and bread and butter. Can't remember the last time I had bread... or butter. Delicious.
I'm crushed Demi and Ashton look like they may be over. I hope that it's not the case, but what an idiot he's been. Not to mention, would you really want to get on the wrong side of Bruce Willis?
I'd already booked today off, it's B's birthday so I booked it in case she wanted to do anything, but on Monday, I felt so bad that I booked Thursday off too as I thought I would expire before Thursday if I was still sitting at my desk, and didn't want to chance more sick days.
So, yesterday, Thursday, I took J out for a few hours. We only trundled around a few shops and this was punctuated by two coffees but I was shattered when I got home and had to have a sit down before I launched into the ironing.
Today, B is out for lunch with our eldest sibling so, rather than have a rushed visit in the morning before she has to depart, I'll call in for a few hours this afternoon.
As I told you in the email, I'm organising the girls' Christmas night out this year, (and some of the boys,) and yes... I'm a nervous wreck, but I'll quadruple check everything and hope for the best.
I got up at 7 this morning after lazing in bed for while and it seemed to take me forever to get my act together when I finally did get up. I was a little late leaving, a little late getting here, and I've forgotten my iPod so I'm currently in hip hop hell.
Exercise pretty much flew out of the window this week, I even boycotted climbing my usual 5 flights of stairs to get to work on Tuesday and Wednesday as I almost expired doing it on Monday, and it did cross my mind that if I passed out or hyperventilated on the stairs, who the heck would find me as 99.9% take the lift. Legs still not good but wondering whether to go for a run in the morning? How long to you leave it? If you leave it too long, will you ever go back? I've been running for a year now, it's habit, I don't want to lose it.
I'm still watching old re-runs of SATC on one of the Comedy Channels. I love that you feel like you're eavesdropping on their conversation, it's basically a bunch of women, sitting around talking about ever-y-thing, love it.
Carrie is currently on a high with Aiden but has just bumped into, (after he pursued her...) Big, and they "accidentally" slept together. Poor Aiden, but Big always was, "the one," wasn't he? Anyway, Aiden does have Bo Derek after all.
I'm not even going to tell you about work this week because it took a good, several hours, a lot of imaginative distraction and two large glasses of wine, for me to calm down on Wednesday, but you know what? I've been saying I'm going to make changes for months now and I've done very little about it except to give it lip service, so this little incident, created by a total.... who was on one week's temporary promotion and let the power go to his balding head, did actually give me a kick in the pants to focus and get doing something to get me out of there and onto the life I'm supposed to be living. I feel much better now.
It's a cliche, but all I wanted when I got home on Tuesday was chicken soup, bread and butter. What is it about chicken soup when you're feeling lousy? I realise I'm not going to get a reasonable answer from a vegetarian. Anyway, trust me... it hit the spot straight away, and since then, everyday, I've had a bowl of hot soup and bread and butter. Can't remember the last time I had bread... or butter. Delicious.
I'm crushed Demi and Ashton look like they may be over. I hope that it's not the case, but what an idiot he's been. Not to mention, would you really want to get on the wrong side of Bruce Willis?
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