*sings* Bloooo mooooooon... *looks around* uhm... *smiles nervously* Hi. Hows it goin'? I'm feeling rather random tonight. Been a very strange day. Had plenty of sleep, yet I still feel tired. I've also seen some random films today, like Vampire in Brooklyn, and The Corpse Bride. I get confused between which day it was that I watched what. Saw Troy either today or yesterday, but I honestly can't remember. I'm going through a mythical and historic phase, so been watching films to do with ancient history. I'm weird, I know, but such is life.
Time for bed. Heaven forbid I sleep in tomorrow. PLEASE!!!!! I don't wanna go out in the snow :(
Oichdhe mhath (probably spelt that wrong, but tally ho!)
See you's tomorrow for more chit-chat on random subjects.
COMMENT!!!
Dx
Sunday, 31 January 2010
Saturday, 30 January 2010
Lettus o lettus o lettus eat lettuce
Well, since I'm trying to lose weight, I better update you on how I'm doing. The answer is "not very well". Or, it was. I now have some healthy foods in my fridge, like lettuce, and coleslaw, and cottage cheese. I also own ryvita, and fruit tea. Yes, this is getting serious. I want to lose some more weight, or at least feel a bit better. Ha, fat chance of that.
Sitting watching "Man About Dog". It's a brilliant film, so thanks to the person who suggested it to me (you know who you are). Seriously, if you haven't seen it, I'd recommend you find it and watch it. It's a cert.
It's now 1.30am and I'm just doing some composing. Got a really nice piano and string piece, so developing it further and further. 8 part harmony, one way or another, and it's sounding really cool. Very baroque, verging on classical, and I must admit I'm quite impressed with it. Here goes nothing!
A random aside to my composition and weightloss: I'm fascinated by ancient history, Scottish and Irish. I love learning about it, and the mythology associated with it. Just thought I'd randomly put this in! Think I might go off to bed. Nighty night.
Dx
Sitting watching "Man About Dog". It's a brilliant film, so thanks to the person who suggested it to me (you know who you are). Seriously, if you haven't seen it, I'd recommend you find it and watch it. It's a cert.
It's now 1.30am and I'm just doing some composing. Got a really nice piano and string piece, so developing it further and further. 8 part harmony, one way or another, and it's sounding really cool. Very baroque, verging on classical, and I must admit I'm quite impressed with it. Here goes nothing!
A random aside to my composition and weightloss: I'm fascinated by ancient history, Scottish and Irish. I love learning about it, and the mythology associated with it. Just thought I'd randomly put this in! Think I might go off to bed. Nighty night.
Dx
Friday, 22 January 2010
Underwhere? No-wear.
Catering for women of all sizes is something that department stores are known for and pride themselves on. From a sleek size 4 to a shapely 30, any woman should be able to shop and find clothes for every occasion, that make them look fabulous and feel sexy. Shouldn't the same be accurate for the lingerie department?
As I said in a previous post, I struggled to find anything to fit me in a certain nameless shop, but now I will name this place - Topshop. Extortionate prices for tiny clothes, and only a couple of things in the whole store fitted me. These said items, however, were not modified to fit a larger shape, so I would have been better wearing a binliner. No joke. At first, I thought it was only a "model shop" that failed to stock anything for curvy women. I never dreamt that I'd struggle to find something in a John Lewis store.
The high street giant fails to stock lingerie for women with big boning, or a larger figure. The only reason I went there was to renew my lingerie collection. Recently I had a bra fitting, and found that I had bigger assets than I realised. So, I had to buy some new bras, and went to John Lewis to find something nice in my new size - 38D. I wasn't aware that it is a rare size.
However, after inspecting a few lines that I liked, I noticed they all had one thing in common: none of them had a back size larger than 36. Now, if this is the biggest back size, I wasn't going to have any luck in the section, since a 36 would only fit me in my dreams, or if I went on a crash diet forever more. Those of you who know me will know what my figure is like, and those of you who don't, listen close. I'm 5'7, well built, with broad shoulders, and legs that would challenge a rugby player's. Seriously. It's a nightmare getting anything to fit me right.
Anyways, after trapsing round John Lewis, I asked a saleswoman for some help. She had been running round after Rachel - she turns out to be a 30F which IS rare - and between journeys, I asked her about my size. I asked why there were no 38 backs, and you know what she said? Of course you don't. You weren't there. So I'll tell you. She said "Well, we don't bother keeping anything above a 36. There's no point". I'll tell you now, my face must have been a picture, because staring back at me were her eyes, wide open and filled with terror, and she gulped so hard it must have hurt. I was NOT impressed.
Honestly, it's ridiculous. The nation's average size for a woman is a 16. So bra sizes should generally reflect that. I'm a 16, and my back size is 38. So why aren't there more bra's around to fit? What's the reason or logic behind that? I'm sorry to rant on all the time. I just feel that the world - or at least, my readers if there are any - should know what the shopping world is like for us curvy women. It's a complete nightmare.
Gah. Tune in next time for another rant or something.
Peace out. Dx
As I said in a previous post, I struggled to find anything to fit me in a certain nameless shop, but now I will name this place - Topshop. Extortionate prices for tiny clothes, and only a couple of things in the whole store fitted me. These said items, however, were not modified to fit a larger shape, so I would have been better wearing a binliner. No joke. At first, I thought it was only a "model shop" that failed to stock anything for curvy women. I never dreamt that I'd struggle to find something in a John Lewis store.
The high street giant fails to stock lingerie for women with big boning, or a larger figure. The only reason I went there was to renew my lingerie collection. Recently I had a bra fitting, and found that I had bigger assets than I realised. So, I had to buy some new bras, and went to John Lewis to find something nice in my new size - 38D. I wasn't aware that it is a rare size.
However, after inspecting a few lines that I liked, I noticed they all had one thing in common: none of them had a back size larger than 36. Now, if this is the biggest back size, I wasn't going to have any luck in the section, since a 36 would only fit me in my dreams, or if I went on a crash diet forever more. Those of you who know me will know what my figure is like, and those of you who don't, listen close. I'm 5'7, well built, with broad shoulders, and legs that would challenge a rugby player's. Seriously. It's a nightmare getting anything to fit me right.
Anyways, after trapsing round John Lewis, I asked a saleswoman for some help. She had been running round after Rachel - she turns out to be a 30F which IS rare - and between journeys, I asked her about my size. I asked why there were no 38 backs, and you know what she said? Of course you don't. You weren't there. So I'll tell you. She said "Well, we don't bother keeping anything above a 36. There's no point". I'll tell you now, my face must have been a picture, because staring back at me were her eyes, wide open and filled with terror, and she gulped so hard it must have hurt. I was NOT impressed.
Honestly, it's ridiculous. The nation's average size for a woman is a 16. So bra sizes should generally reflect that. I'm a 16, and my back size is 38. So why aren't there more bra's around to fit? What's the reason or logic behind that? I'm sorry to rant on all the time. I just feel that the world - or at least, my readers if there are any - should know what the shopping world is like for us curvy women. It's a complete nightmare.
Gah. Tune in next time for another rant or something.
Peace out. Dx
Saturday, 16 January 2010
Paprika Chicken
I randomly made some chicken tonight. It was looooovely. Probably very unhealthy, but tally ho! Here's the recipe.
1 Chicken Breast, cut into cubes
75g white rice
Coating for Chicken
1 tbsp olive oil
1 tsp paprika
1/2 tsp garlic salt
Stock/Sauce
120ml boiling water
15ml sweet chili sauce
1 tbsp brown sugar - dark muscovado preferably
1/2 chicken stock cube
Put oil and spices into a bowl and mix well. Add cubed chicken and mix until well coated. Heat a frying pan to a medium-high heat and place chicken in.
Boil water, measure into jug and add the stock cube, chili sauce and sugar. Stir until stock cube and sugar have dissolved. Once chicken is browned all round (should take 5 mins, turning occasionally), add the sauce mix and turn down to a medium heat.
While stock simmers and evaporates, boil rice in salted water.
When stock is thick and caramel-like in texture (think sticky yet fluid), remove from heat. At this time, ensure the rice is tender, then drain. Serve rice first, followed by the chicken. Enjoy! It's soooo yummy!
1 Chicken Breast, cut into cubes
75g white rice
Coating for Chicken
1 tbsp olive oil
1 tsp paprika
1/2 tsp garlic salt
Stock/Sauce
120ml boiling water
15ml sweet chili sauce
1 tbsp brown sugar - dark muscovado preferably
1/2 chicken stock cube
Put oil and spices into a bowl and mix well. Add cubed chicken and mix until well coated. Heat a frying pan to a medium-high heat and place chicken in.
Boil water, measure into jug and add the stock cube, chili sauce and sugar. Stir until stock cube and sugar have dissolved. Once chicken is browned all round (should take 5 mins, turning occasionally), add the sauce mix and turn down to a medium heat.
While stock simmers and evaporates, boil rice in salted water.
When stock is thick and caramel-like in texture (think sticky yet fluid), remove from heat. At this time, ensure the rice is tender, then drain. Serve rice first, followed by the chicken. Enjoy! It's soooo yummy!
Thursday, 14 January 2010
*Monthly Special*
Hey guys, Rachel here!
Wow. Christmas was a treat, eh? Ok, so I put on a few pounds... Not as many as I expected though, so it's all good. I say this, sitting in Starbucks with a large hot choccy and a chocolate-covered marshmallow dippy thing. And Dawn just discovered melted chocolate in her double-chocolate muffin. Wow.
Anyways. I just bought a watch... £145!!! Jeezy peeps!! It's fab though, and I found a pair of jeans that actually fit. I'm 5'1, and jeans are always too long. There's a petite range in next. And they fit fab!
Well, I better go for now. Will be doing my usual monthly post again in Feb. See you then!
Rx
Wow. Christmas was a treat, eh? Ok, so I put on a few pounds... Not as many as I expected though, so it's all good. I say this, sitting in Starbucks with a large hot choccy and a chocolate-covered marshmallow dippy thing. And Dawn just discovered melted chocolate in her double-chocolate muffin. Wow.
Anyways. I just bought a watch... £145!!! Jeezy peeps!! It's fab though, and I found a pair of jeans that actually fit. I'm 5'1, and jeans are always too long. There's a petite range in next. And they fit fab!
Well, I better go for now. Will be doing my usual monthly post again in Feb. See you then!
Rx
Revolution?
Today, as I sat leafing through the latest Cosmo mag, sipping a large hot chocolate, nibbling on a vanilla muffin, I noticed something quite incredible. So incredible, I needed to take a second look to make sure I wasn't imagining things. I wasn't.
Models nowadays: always slim, toned, bronzed, glowing, beautiful, with perfect teeth, soft hair, perky boobs, and no cellulite, right? Well, this one was all of those things. Your typical modern day model, with all the bones that fit into those angular poses that you never see anyone sane doing in the "real world". A very pretty girl, cute, not overly thin like a twig with hair, lovely neck-length blonde hair, a gap in her teeth, soft lips, a warm smile,...
Hang on a second, I hear you say. A gap in her teeth? Yes, you read that correctly, dear readers. Finally, someone REAL has been chosen to model clothes. Or more normal than usual, anyways.
Maybe we're seeing the beginning of a revolution. Maybe "normal" people are the future of fashion. Maybe I'm just being optimistic in this body-conscious world, full of air-brushed/-pumped women, the land where trowels are used to lay make-up foundations, not cement ones. I can only hope, and maybe lead the way in giving real women - cellulite 'n' all - the chance to get ou there and flaunt what they've got, without being scared of being seen around these stick-insects that somehow rule the female (and male) realms of society.
Honestly, though. Who in their right mind (or out of it for that matter) would actually want to spend every free moment they get, pedalling on a squeaky exercise bike, depriving themselves of the foods they love, replacing them with rabbit food and straight water? I'm not saying to eat deep-fried mars bars for breakfast, followed by pepperoni pizzas for lunch, and a huge portion of greasy chips for dinner, with snacks of donuts and liquid chocolate spaced inbetween trips to the loo. I know it sounds good, but please don't. You're leaving yourself with very little choice of foods which are really special to you, and can give yourself as a treat.
Treats aren't something for blue moons. Have one when you fancy, like when you've worked really hard for something, after a hard day at work, when you're out for lunch with your girlfriends (yeah, like the Sex and the City ladies), you get the idea. We're here for a good time, so we might as well enjoy ourselves - and that includes eating what you really love! Life's too short to be standing on scales or constantly restraining your stomach with a tape-measure. I don't want to be skinny. Being nicely curvy is grand for me. Shapely. Size 0? Dream on, kiddo. If we were meant to be that small, we'd never have been given chocolate or wine! Besides, being that thin can't be all that healthy. It's bound to be far too much hard work, and certainly doesn't look that much fun.
Be proud of who you are, ladies! We're all unique, and don't need to change for anyone but ourselves. Only YOU know how you want to look. Be happy, love much, and laugh like there's no tomorrow!
Much love,
Dx
Models nowadays: always slim, toned, bronzed, glowing, beautiful, with perfect teeth, soft hair, perky boobs, and no cellulite, right? Well, this one was all of those things. Your typical modern day model, with all the bones that fit into those angular poses that you never see anyone sane doing in the "real world". A very pretty girl, cute, not overly thin like a twig with hair, lovely neck-length blonde hair, a gap in her teeth, soft lips, a warm smile,...
Hang on a second, I hear you say. A gap in her teeth? Yes, you read that correctly, dear readers. Finally, someone REAL has been chosen to model clothes. Or more normal than usual, anyways.
Maybe we're seeing the beginning of a revolution. Maybe "normal" people are the future of fashion. Maybe I'm just being optimistic in this body-conscious world, full of air-brushed/-pumped women, the land where trowels are used to lay make-up foundations, not cement ones. I can only hope, and maybe lead the way in giving real women - cellulite 'n' all - the chance to get ou there and flaunt what they've got, without being scared of being seen around these stick-insects that somehow rule the female (and male) realms of society.
Honestly, though. Who in their right mind (or out of it for that matter) would actually want to spend every free moment they get, pedalling on a squeaky exercise bike, depriving themselves of the foods they love, replacing them with rabbit food and straight water? I'm not saying to eat deep-fried mars bars for breakfast, followed by pepperoni pizzas for lunch, and a huge portion of greasy chips for dinner, with snacks of donuts and liquid chocolate spaced inbetween trips to the loo. I know it sounds good, but please don't. You're leaving yourself with very little choice of foods which are really special to you, and can give yourself as a treat.
Treats aren't something for blue moons. Have one when you fancy, like when you've worked really hard for something, after a hard day at work, when you're out for lunch with your girlfriends (yeah, like the Sex and the City ladies), you get the idea. We're here for a good time, so we might as well enjoy ourselves - and that includes eating what you really love! Life's too short to be standing on scales or constantly restraining your stomach with a tape-measure. I don't want to be skinny. Being nicely curvy is grand for me. Shapely. Size 0? Dream on, kiddo. If we were meant to be that small, we'd never have been given chocolate or wine! Besides, being that thin can't be all that healthy. It's bound to be far too much hard work, and certainly doesn't look that much fun.
Be proud of who you are, ladies! We're all unique, and don't need to change for anyone but ourselves. Only YOU know how you want to look. Be happy, love much, and laugh like there's no tomorrow!
Much love,
Dx
Wednesday, 13 January 2010
Vanilla Muffins
Well I had an idea. I've been doing a fair bit of baking and cooking lately, and some of the recipes have been reeeeally nice and tasty. My muffins were so good, so the recipe is definately going up - once I work out the weights and quantities of the ingredients. I only have a small muffin tray - holds 6 medium ones - so you'll just have to increase as necessary.
Please remember these are average measurements!
Vanilla Muffins
6oz white self-raising flour
1oz brown sugar, granulated, though soft could work as well
1 medium egg, beaten
1 1/2oz butter/margarine
150ml milk
15ml vanilla extract - MUST be extract. Essense hasn't the same flavour
A little brown sugar for topping
Preheat oven to 180ºC (I have a fan assisted oven, so use maybe 200ºC for normal ovens, or the gas equivalent).
Cream butter and sugar together until a paste. Add beaten egg and beat until light and fluffy. Add milk and mix well. Now add the vanilla extract and combine.
Spoon in flour, mixing well until there is no lumps. Several spoonfuls can be added at a time, working in with a wooden spoon until all is mixed.
Line muffin tray with cases or greaseproof paper*. Spoon mix into each case until 2/3 full. Sprinkle with a little brown sugar and pop in the oven for 20-25 mins.
Remove from oven, and cool muffins on a wire rack.
These are irrisistable. Try one after 10 minutes cooling time, and you'll be hooked. Once cooled, you can store them in an air tight container. Ideal for breakfasts on the move, or as a treat with a cuppa. Try them and let me know how you get on!
Please remember these are average measurements!
Vanilla Muffins
6oz white self-raising flour
1oz brown sugar, granulated, though soft could work as well
1 medium egg, beaten
1 1/2oz butter/margarine
150ml milk
15ml vanilla extract - MUST be extract. Essense hasn't the same flavour
A little brown sugar for topping
Preheat oven to 180ºC (I have a fan assisted oven, so use maybe 200ºC for normal ovens, or the gas equivalent).
Cream butter and sugar together until a paste. Add beaten egg and beat until light and fluffy. Add milk and mix well. Now add the vanilla extract and combine.
Spoon in flour, mixing well until there is no lumps. Several spoonfuls can be added at a time, working in with a wooden spoon until all is mixed.
Line muffin tray with cases or greaseproof paper*. Spoon mix into each case until 2/3 full. Sprinkle with a little brown sugar and pop in the oven for 20-25 mins.
Remove from oven, and cool muffins on a wire rack.
These are irrisistable. Try one after 10 minutes cooling time, and you'll be hooked. Once cooled, you can store them in an air tight container. Ideal for breakfasts on the move, or as a treat with a cuppa. Try them and let me know how you get on!
Tuesday, 12 January 2010
Support.
In the UK, the average woman's dress size is 16. You would think retailers would support the bigger sized ladies of our nation to look the way they want to, provide fashionable and trendy clothing that fits perfectly and looks as gorgeous on them as it did on the hanger. You would hope the shops would carry sizes for ALL women - not just stick-thin models, or anorexics.
However. Most of you will have realised that some of the high street retailers design clothes for models - THIN models - and produce the clothing to fit similar-sized women. One retailer I visited recently - I won't name them... right now - had 3 items in the whole shop which were a size 18. Most pieces on the rails were a size 6 or 8. There were even 4's in that place. It's actually getting to the stage where I can't buy anything if I'm out with friends. They go to their kind of shops, and I'm going to mine, and it's a lonely way to do things. It also makes me very self-concious if I see all these skinny girls going round rails, picking out really nice clothes in the smallest sizes, and if I go up, I have to look for the largest, which is never in stock, if they're even made that big.
Sorry, I just had to rant about that because it really gets to me. I want to wear nice things and don't want to feel like I have to be a size 6 to buy a pair of friggin' jeans in a shop. Sure, I set this blog up to track my progress while I lose weight, but part of that is showing WHY I want to do it, or feel like I need to. If shops would start creating clothes to suit the average woman in Britain, I think the population of women above a size 10 would be very happy. I certainly would.
Weight loss: Well, I've not weighed myself, been to the gym, or pigged out. I've been really good and got a new target. I don't know it in weight, but once I fit into my leather jacket again - better than I did before - then I'll be happy to stop there, or go a little bit further, down to the nearest dress size. I never want to be a size 10. Someone with shoulders as big as mine does not suit being a size 10. Or a 12 for that matter. A 14 is perfect, though I still have to buy shirts and jackets bigger for the sheer breadth of my back and shoulders. There's nothing I can do there, unless I get a grater and start to shave the bones. Nah, didn't think that sounded good either. Not very tempting.
So, I'm aiming for a very comfortable 14. Not far to go now! Mainly, I just want to be a little more lean. Not like a walking skeleton; a stocky build with power behind me, plenty of good muscle, and less fatty stuff. I'd be happy at that.
However. Most of you will have realised that some of the high street retailers design clothes for models - THIN models - and produce the clothing to fit similar-sized women. One retailer I visited recently - I won't name them... right now - had 3 items in the whole shop which were a size 18. Most pieces on the rails were a size 6 or 8. There were even 4's in that place. It's actually getting to the stage where I can't buy anything if I'm out with friends. They go to their kind of shops, and I'm going to mine, and it's a lonely way to do things. It also makes me very self-concious if I see all these skinny girls going round rails, picking out really nice clothes in the smallest sizes, and if I go up, I have to look for the largest, which is never in stock, if they're even made that big.
Sorry, I just had to rant about that because it really gets to me. I want to wear nice things and don't want to feel like I have to be a size 6 to buy a pair of friggin' jeans in a shop. Sure, I set this blog up to track my progress while I lose weight, but part of that is showing WHY I want to do it, or feel like I need to. If shops would start creating clothes to suit the average woman in Britain, I think the population of women above a size 10 would be very happy. I certainly would.
Weight loss: Well, I've not weighed myself, been to the gym, or pigged out. I've been really good and got a new target. I don't know it in weight, but once I fit into my leather jacket again - better than I did before - then I'll be happy to stop there, or go a little bit further, down to the nearest dress size. I never want to be a size 10. Someone with shoulders as big as mine does not suit being a size 10. Or a 12 for that matter. A 14 is perfect, though I still have to buy shirts and jackets bigger for the sheer breadth of my back and shoulders. There's nothing I can do there, unless I get a grater and start to shave the bones. Nah, didn't think that sounded good either. Not very tempting.
So, I'm aiming for a very comfortable 14. Not far to go now! Mainly, I just want to be a little more lean. Not like a walking skeleton; a stocky build with power behind me, plenty of good muscle, and less fatty stuff. I'd be happy at that.
Thursday, 7 January 2010
Again.
What a great start to the day. Well, it's 1.47pm, but still. Another half foot of snow on the ground, and it's not blowing anywhere. Damn. We can cope with drifting and blizzards. But snow that just piles up, sitting there, heavy, just causes havoc. Part of a shed is down - just lucky my horse had wandered off before it happened. Anyways, yes. I found out that someone I fell for has found someone else. Felt like I took a bullet. But oh well. I should have seen it coming. Nothing's meant to work out for me.
Note to self: Never trust a guy that promises not to hurt you. Because the bastard will. Every. Bloody. Time. Why can't I just find a genuine guy that isn't going to mess with my heart and my head? Why is it so difficult to find? Are you all the same now?
Now, I realise I'm generalising, and I'll get a complaint once this post is published, but I mean every other guy. Why do you all let my heart fall for you, when you are never really willing to catch it? You always let it smash on the ground, and I'm left to try and find the pieces again. I always miss some. A couple of bits have been missing since last summer. I'll never get those back.
If there is a guy out there that ISN'T going to break my heart, who will stand by me, and not run away at the slightest sign of difficulty, will he please get in touch? Because I'm sick of standing round waiting for you to show up. All these guys - I could name them, but I'm too much of a nice girl - just screw me up and break my heart time after time. I have a lot of love to give, but every time I get my heart broken, a little bit of my love is lost, along with a chunk of trust.
Hurry up.
Dx
Note to self: Never trust a guy that promises not to hurt you. Because the bastard will. Every. Bloody. Time. Why can't I just find a genuine guy that isn't going to mess with my heart and my head? Why is it so difficult to find? Are you all the same now?
Now, I realise I'm generalising, and I'll get a complaint once this post is published, but I mean every other guy. Why do you all let my heart fall for you, when you are never really willing to catch it? You always let it smash on the ground, and I'm left to try and find the pieces again. I always miss some. A couple of bits have been missing since last summer. I'll never get those back.
If there is a guy out there that ISN'T going to break my heart, who will stand by me, and not run away at the slightest sign of difficulty, will he please get in touch? Because I'm sick of standing round waiting for you to show up. All these guys - I could name them, but I'm too much of a nice girl - just screw me up and break my heart time after time. I have a lot of love to give, but every time I get my heart broken, a little bit of my love is lost, along with a chunk of trust.
Hurry up.
Dx
Tuesday, 5 January 2010
Food, Glorious Food
Well, so much for the diet. It's cold, snowy, and I need to keep my strength up for digging my way out of the house. Yes, we have lots of snow. Although, I've not had to dig so far. I just thought it was appropriate for me to do a random blog. Random in every way, though I'll keep it topical - food.
So, my top foods? I can't pick a food that comes top, but a list of my favourites.
Rice crispies, bacon, primula cheese - so much better than Dairylea! - eggy bread, Ben & Jerry's Half Baked ice cream, crumbed ham, strawberries, mango... Yorkshire puddings, roast beef, steak, carrot, potato, creamed cabbage, salmon, sweetcorn, chicken, sweet'n'sour, peppered mash, shortbread... Whippy ice cream, peaches, sticky toffee pudding, fish&chips, fish fingers and white sauce... Spaghetti hoops, Campbell's Tomato soup, and toast.
Some list, but it's just my favourites.
How could I forget! Chocolate =D The very best of all. Nothing better than a wonderful chocolate tart!
What's your favourite food?
As for the weather, we have 2 feet of snow. If the wind gets up, this means I'm going to be snowed in for a while. Just very glad that I have the big Isuzu and my dad to get food! Must say, it's all very picturesque around here today.
I'll be back later with another post.
Dx
So, my top foods? I can't pick a food that comes top, but a list of my favourites.
Rice crispies, bacon, primula cheese - so much better than Dairylea! - eggy bread, Ben & Jerry's Half Baked ice cream, crumbed ham, strawberries, mango... Yorkshire puddings, roast beef, steak, carrot, potato, creamed cabbage, salmon, sweetcorn, chicken, sweet'n'sour, peppered mash, shortbread... Whippy ice cream, peaches, sticky toffee pudding, fish&chips, fish fingers and white sauce... Spaghetti hoops, Campbell's Tomato soup, and toast.
Some list, but it's just my favourites.
How could I forget! Chocolate =D The very best of all. Nothing better than a wonderful chocolate tart!
What's your favourite food?
As for the weather, we have 2 feet of snow. If the wind gets up, this means I'm going to be snowed in for a while. Just very glad that I have the big Isuzu and my dad to get food! Must say, it's all very picturesque around here today.
I'll be back later with another post.
Dx
Friday, 1 January 2010
The Hiccup Duck
Happy New Year, everyone! What a start it's been! Carrbridge was such a success. Not as many people there this year, but it was still a great night. Mucho drinking was done, and I can't exactly walk anymore, but that's from dancing far too much. Just hurts to walk, or cough, or laugh, or hiccup. Honestly, it's quite funny, and I must look like a duck, but there's not much I can do about that. Just thought I'd pop on and post my first blog of the new year before heading to bed. Have college tomorrow, so that'll be good fun. Just hope there's not too much snow to delay trains or anything. On the other hand, I kinda hope there is, but I won't tempt fate either way.
I have a new book that I'm reading. Divine by Mistake. Completely hooked, so going to have a bit of reading time after my shower. Not long though, since I'm up at 6am. Ouch! I can see this hurting in the morning. But tally ho. Such is life.
Off for now, so will put up a better post tomorrow night. Oichdhe Mhath (Think I've spelt that a little wrong, but you get the idea. Unless you don't speak gaelic - in which case, Good night).
Dx
I have a new book that I'm reading. Divine by Mistake. Completely hooked, so going to have a bit of reading time after my shower. Not long though, since I'm up at 6am. Ouch! I can see this hurting in the morning. But tally ho. Such is life.
Off for now, so will put up a better post tomorrow night. Oichdhe Mhath (Think I've spelt that a little wrong, but you get the idea. Unless you don't speak gaelic - in which case, Good night).
Dx
Wednesday, 30 December 2009
Nearly there!
January 1st is only 1 or 2 days away, depending how you look at it. So, it's time to create a plan of action for this blog. It has to have more than just random ramblings, and must contain my weight loss shenanigans. From now on, the weekly page will run as follows (all going well):
Date
Weight at start of week
Weight at end of week
Change in weight
Comments on diet, exercise, etc.
Goal for next few week.
On a daily basis, I'll put down information on how I'm feeling about my progress - or the lack of - and how I hope to progress.
And the rest of the post will stay as normal: random bletherings, stories, laughs, trials and trivulations, if that's even the right word for it.
Tonight, I'm not feeling too well. Or should I say, this morning. Current time is 5.01am. I feel rubbish, and am scared to move incase something inside me wants to escape through the various exits. Blimey I feel like an air hostess describing where to go if you start to plummet in the plane. Much good that'll do.
On the love-life front, there is mucho confuzzlement. I don't know what I'm doing, or what my heart's telling me to do. No, that's a lie. I know what my heart wants me to do, but I'm not going to do it. I know what it gets up to. It's prone to finding trouble, and I'm not being had by it again. Ohh no. It can thud away all it likes, but I'm taking no notice of it. Hang on, do I sound like Arkwright? From Open All Hours? Or more like his half-Hungarian nephew? I spose I'll never really know.
I wouldn't mind a half-Hungarian man. Come to think of it, I wouldn't mind any man as long as he was half-decent. The other half could be anything, really. Except an animal. I really wouldn't fancy having a man that was Hungarian from the waist down, and ape from the waist up. Mind you, I'd have an excuse to get up to monkey business. Ah well, I can dream.
Anyways. I'm off for now. I'll write in the new year.
Lots of love, and best wishes for Hogmanay!
Dx
Date
Weight at start of week
Weight at end of week
Change in weight
Comments on diet, exercise, etc.
Goal for next few week.
On a daily basis, I'll put down information on how I'm feeling about my progress - or the lack of - and how I hope to progress.
And the rest of the post will stay as normal: random bletherings, stories, laughs, trials and trivulations, if that's even the right word for it.
Tonight, I'm not feeling too well. Or should I say, this morning. Current time is 5.01am. I feel rubbish, and am scared to move incase something inside me wants to escape through the various exits. Blimey I feel like an air hostess describing where to go if you start to plummet in the plane. Much good that'll do.
On the love-life front, there is mucho confuzzlement. I don't know what I'm doing, or what my heart's telling me to do. No, that's a lie. I know what my heart wants me to do, but I'm not going to do it. I know what it gets up to. It's prone to finding trouble, and I'm not being had by it again. Ohh no. It can thud away all it likes, but I'm taking no notice of it. Hang on, do I sound like Arkwright? From Open All Hours? Or more like his half-Hungarian nephew? I spose I'll never really know.
I wouldn't mind a half-Hungarian man. Come to think of it, I wouldn't mind any man as long as he was half-decent. The other half could be anything, really. Except an animal. I really wouldn't fancy having a man that was Hungarian from the waist down, and ape from the waist up. Mind you, I'd have an excuse to get up to monkey business. Ah well, I can dream.
Anyways. I'm off for now. I'll write in the new year.
Lots of love, and best wishes for Hogmanay!
Dx
Resolutions!
Well, seeing as it's coming up to Hogmany - or New Years Eve for the non-Scots who read this - it's time to think about the resolutions you're going to make for the new beginning. I have a couple. Might be good to put them on here, and see how long they last! Aha, this could be interesting!
So, my resolutions:
1 - Keep in touch with all my friends. This one is important, seeing as I'm really bad at it! Honestly. I mean to phone, text, email, IM, the lot. But I'm so easily distracted that, by the time I remember to do it, they're gone. But things will change!
2 - Go to the gym regularly. This has to be done to increase my fitness again, and is also paramount for this blog to continue. But mainly, I just want to be fit. Mainly.
3 - Stop getting my hopes up. Obvious reasons, and is vital to me not getting so hurt again.
This list is subject to slight amendment, but hopefully it'll be like this for 2010. Cross your fingers, folkies!
Shall write again tomorrow.
Dx
So, my resolutions:
1 - Keep in touch with all my friends. This one is important, seeing as I'm really bad at it! Honestly. I mean to phone, text, email, IM, the lot. But I'm so easily distracted that, by the time I remember to do it, they're gone. But things will change!
2 - Go to the gym regularly. This has to be done to increase my fitness again, and is also paramount for this blog to continue. But mainly, I just want to be fit. Mainly.
3 - Stop getting my hopes up. Obvious reasons, and is vital to me not getting so hurt again.
This list is subject to slight amendment, but hopefully it'll be like this for 2010. Cross your fingers, folkies!
Shall write again tomorrow.
Dx
Sunday, 27 December 2009
Circle of Life
Well, the other day, we had a new calf - Christmas day, Jebus, remember? Or did I write about that? I can't remember, myself - and today, we lost a cow. Just back in the now after putting her down. You could say I have death on my hands, but in the bigger picture, I don't mind, because she was really suffering, so in a way, I was giving her peace. Thing is, a couple of days ago, we might have been able to save her. My stupid younger uncle - he's 59, but my dad and the other brother are older - told the vet to go home after he saw Jebus, because there was nothing wrong with the other cow. As if he has a clue what's going on with animals. He was convinced that Jebus would be born naturally, that there would be no problem. Funny how, when we asked the vet, we were told that the calf would never had survived a natural birth. You can now see why my uncle isn't a vet. Ha. Bloody idiot. Yeah, I don't like him much. Since 2001, I've hated him. Last December only made things worse. He slagged me off once I got home from hospital. Heart of a saint, this one.
But anyway. Enough about Saint Jasmine. His name's James, but he's a pansy. A married pansy, at that. Hmm, I'm being very nasty tonight, but I don't mind. He's just the kind of person who just annoys me on sight. Not even on sight. Just knowing he's down in his house, sitting with his feet up, complaining about a sore back when it's actually fine, and refusing to help two older men who have both been through a lot and had a lot of injuries, is enough to make me boil with rage. Lazy doesn't cover it for this guy. Slob. Even that's insulting to slobs. They look like work-a-holics compared to him. Ohh he really annoys me.
*Hits the little hammer thing that auctioneers use on the table* Let's change the subject. But to what? Suggestions? Anyone? No? Fine.
Ahh, yes. The diet, or whatever I'm meant to be doing. I think it's going rather well. I'm currently eating my dinner...an oatcake. Yes, one. That's all I want right now. And I slept most of today, so food wasn't an issue. However, by 4.30 this morning, I was growing rather peckish, and went to sleep simply because I was hungry. And possibly because I was completely drained. And bored. And maybe a little sore in the eye department. Ok, so there was a mixture of things making me go to sleep, not just hunger. Although, talking about food is making me hungry!
Not hungry enough, by the looks of it.
And now, there is a metaphorical spanner in the works. My heart's confused enough as it is, and is just getting more bamboozled every day. I give up. I'm going to think with my head from now on, and tell my heart to stay where it is: it's got me in enough trouble already, thank you very much. I mean, come on. It nearly got me killed before, and now it keeps having funny turns, so I'm not going to listen to it any more. Daft thing.
Anyways, I think it's nearly time to head to bed. Or, sleep, considering I'm already on my bed. Though, I'm not in it yet. Aha. Will be soon. Promised the big brother that I would. NB: He's not my biological big brother, but he should be :) He's always there for me, and knowing him, I'll likely get a row for this tomorrow, but I don't care. Ha. There.
Maybe just one more film before I go to sleep? Just one? Unlike last night, where it was 4. Yeah, 4 films, but it was worth it. Kinda. What am I going to have to eat? Can't have anything too heavy, yet I'm quite peckish. Oh, darn my stomach.
Right. Time for bed. I won't sleep, but I might as well try.
Talk tomorrow.
Dx
But anyway. Enough about Saint Jasmine. His name's James, but he's a pansy. A married pansy, at that. Hmm, I'm being very nasty tonight, but I don't mind. He's just the kind of person who just annoys me on sight. Not even on sight. Just knowing he's down in his house, sitting with his feet up, complaining about a sore back when it's actually fine, and refusing to help two older men who have both been through a lot and had a lot of injuries, is enough to make me boil with rage. Lazy doesn't cover it for this guy. Slob. Even that's insulting to slobs. They look like work-a-holics compared to him. Ohh he really annoys me.
*Hits the little hammer thing that auctioneers use on the table* Let's change the subject. But to what? Suggestions? Anyone? No? Fine.
Ahh, yes. The diet, or whatever I'm meant to be doing. I think it's going rather well. I'm currently eating my dinner...an oatcake. Yes, one. That's all I want right now. And I slept most of today, so food wasn't an issue. However, by 4.30 this morning, I was growing rather peckish, and went to sleep simply because I was hungry. And possibly because I was completely drained. And bored. And maybe a little sore in the eye department. Ok, so there was a mixture of things making me go to sleep, not just hunger. Although, talking about food is making me hungry!
Not hungry enough, by the looks of it.
And now, there is a metaphorical spanner in the works. My heart's confused enough as it is, and is just getting more bamboozled every day. I give up. I'm going to think with my head from now on, and tell my heart to stay where it is: it's got me in enough trouble already, thank you very much. I mean, come on. It nearly got me killed before, and now it keeps having funny turns, so I'm not going to listen to it any more. Daft thing.
Anyways, I think it's nearly time to head to bed. Or, sleep, considering I'm already on my bed. Though, I'm not in it yet. Aha. Will be soon. Promised the big brother that I would. NB: He's not my biological big brother, but he should be :) He's always there for me, and knowing him, I'll likely get a row for this tomorrow, but I don't care. Ha. There.
Maybe just one more film before I go to sleep? Just one? Unlike last night, where it was 4. Yeah, 4 films, but it was worth it. Kinda. What am I going to have to eat? Can't have anything too heavy, yet I'm quite peckish. Oh, darn my stomach.
Right. Time for bed. I won't sleep, but I might as well try.
Talk tomorrow.
Dx
Saturday, 26 December 2009
The Dating Game
Wow. I've not been this shocked by a guy in a lonnnnng time. I have an account on a dating site - wonderful one, and it's introduced me to some really cool people (www.plentyoffish.com) - but someone has just messaged me with a message I unfortunately can't say in a public place. I'm shocked, and also disgusted by this person. I stupidly asked if they'd honestly walk up to a girl in a bar, and ask them what he just asked me, and he said that he would. What kind of sick person would actually do that? I mentioned this to my friend - who is a guy - and he said he wouldn't even imagine asking me that, even though we've known each other for quite a long time.
Can someone out there - any male will do - please prove that there is one guy who has dignity and respects women, and doesn't treat them like they are dirty nymphomaniacs? One guy? Because, if you find him - and he's single, living in Scotland (UK), is over 5'8 and musical - then I will MARRY HIM ON THE SPOT. I'm not joking. Well, possibly, but you get my point. I really want to find one man like this, just to prove me wrong. For once I want to be wrong about guys. It might also inspire me to create my own dating site, where the members are all vetted by me and are all guarenteed not to be disgusting or anything like that. It won't happen, but you never know. The site, I mean. The guy thing might. I hope so.
My mind's all a-fluff today. I want to find the man of my dreams, or rather, let him find me. But how will I know it's him? Will he be wearing a sign that says "I'm Mr Right" or will he tap me on the shoulder, and whisper in my ear "I'm your man"? I highly doubt it. Saying that, I'm a skeptic. At the best of times. Well, depending on the subject. When it comes to love, I'm a very firm skeptic. Unless I see it with my own eyes, I won't believe it. Maybe that's where I've been going wrong. I donno.
Maybe an old flame will see what they're missing out on (doubtful, seeing as there's nothing here to miss) and will get in contact with me, sweep me off my feet - not literally of course - and whisk me away to a dream life in a far away place. Or just down the road. I can dream, can't I? Surely I'm allowed to do that? I almost hope this dream does come true. Almost.
Ho hum. Jebus is here. It's time for bed.
PS. I've designed my tattoo.
Dx
Can someone out there - any male will do - please prove that there is one guy who has dignity and respects women, and doesn't treat them like they are dirty nymphomaniacs? One guy? Because, if you find him - and he's single, living in Scotland (UK), is over 5'8 and musical - then I will MARRY HIM ON THE SPOT. I'm not joking. Well, possibly, but you get my point. I really want to find one man like this, just to prove me wrong. For once I want to be wrong about guys. It might also inspire me to create my own dating site, where the members are all vetted by me and are all guarenteed not to be disgusting or anything like that. It won't happen, but you never know. The site, I mean. The guy thing might. I hope so.
My mind's all a-fluff today. I want to find the man of my dreams, or rather, let him find me. But how will I know it's him? Will he be wearing a sign that says "I'm Mr Right" or will he tap me on the shoulder, and whisper in my ear "I'm your man"? I highly doubt it. Saying that, I'm a skeptic. At the best of times. Well, depending on the subject. When it comes to love, I'm a very firm skeptic. Unless I see it with my own eyes, I won't believe it. Maybe that's where I've been going wrong. I donno.
Maybe an old flame will see what they're missing out on (doubtful, seeing as there's nothing here to miss) and will get in contact with me, sweep me off my feet - not literally of course - and whisk me away to a dream life in a far away place. Or just down the road. I can dream, can't I? Surely I'm allowed to do that? I almost hope this dream does come true. Almost.
Ho hum. Jebus is here. It's time for bed.
PS. I've designed my tattoo.
Dx
Tuesday, 22 December 2009
Ho Ho Ho
Happy Christmas folks. I would say Merry, but it depends on your view on alcohol. I'd rather have someone say "Have A Sloshed Christmas!" but that would sound very bizarre, and make me sound like an alcoholic - which I'm most definately not, considering I don't drink all that often, though when I do go out, I can drink a bathful. Sod the bucket!
So, it's 1.06am, and a miracle is occurring. There's a birth! In the cowshed! Could this be the moment we've all been waiting for? It may well be. Christ will be born again soon, but his mother is a horny cow - and no, I'm being serious here. She's a limousin cross, and the father's in the field. She's about 8 years old. If you've not caught on to what I'm describing, I'll make it easy. She's a cow. You never know, the Spirit thing could manifest itself in this beast, and we might have to bow down to the calf. Ach, long shot, but you never know! I did read something about worshipping a bull, away back in Secondary School in RE. Or I may be imagining things...
So, what presents did you all get?
I'm starting to think that no one actually reads this, so if you do, let me know. Like, leave a comment or something! I'm not that scary, surely...am I?
Hmm. Well, enough blabbering. My tattoo design is now on my mate's arm. It looks stunning. Proud, much? Oh yess.
Good night folkies. Hear from you soon.
Dx
So, it's 1.06am, and a miracle is occurring. There's a birth! In the cowshed! Could this be the moment we've all been waiting for? It may well be. Christ will be born again soon, but his mother is a horny cow - and no, I'm being serious here. She's a limousin cross, and the father's in the field. She's about 8 years old. If you've not caught on to what I'm describing, I'll make it easy. She's a cow. You never know, the Spirit thing could manifest itself in this beast, and we might have to bow down to the calf. Ach, long shot, but you never know! I did read something about worshipping a bull, away back in Secondary School in RE. Or I may be imagining things...
So, what presents did you all get?
I'm starting to think that no one actually reads this, so if you do, let me know. Like, leave a comment or something! I'm not that scary, surely...am I?
Hmm. Well, enough blabbering. My tattoo design is now on my mate's arm. It looks stunning. Proud, much? Oh yess.
Good night folkies. Hear from you soon.
Dx
Monday, 21 December 2009
Sleigh-dating
Christmas: the only time of year where you get hit on by two-year-old's if you do a bit of dress-up in a Santa outfit. If it was only "Sexy Santa", where men dressed up as Santa Claws, and women dressed as Elves - or whatever suits them -, Christmas could be classed as the Speed-Dating season. This worries me. Not the fact that it could actually happen, but the fact that I thought of it. At 4am.
So, today is another day in bed. I'm ill, it's freezing, it's still snowing, and I'm bored. There's nothing to do - not even the washing, since I can't actually use the tumble dryer (it's in the shed, and it's so old it has a hose coming out of it for steam/water/stuff, and you have to have the door open when it's on) - so I'm extra bored. I actually want to do housework, but I'm restraining myself, because that's just unhealthy and indicates a sign of irreversible madness. I know I'm mad, but that's taking the biscuit.
With only a few days left til Christmas - this is Monday, and the "big day" is on Friday - I guess it's probably time to start thinking about what we're going to eat: be it turkey, beef, Christmas cards, wrapping paper, or brose, I still need to plan. Yes, so I'm a control freak, I can't help it. Just wish there were more folk coming round for it than just Dad and I. Not that it won't be good, just quiet.
What are your plans for Christmas?
I'm a happy bunny (: thanks babes, you know who you are.
Back later.
Dx
So, today is another day in bed. I'm ill, it's freezing, it's still snowing, and I'm bored. There's nothing to do - not even the washing, since I can't actually use the tumble dryer (it's in the shed, and it's so old it has a hose coming out of it for steam/water/stuff, and you have to have the door open when it's on) - so I'm extra bored. I actually want to do housework, but I'm restraining myself, because that's just unhealthy and indicates a sign of irreversible madness. I know I'm mad, but that's taking the biscuit.
With only a few days left til Christmas - this is Monday, and the "big day" is on Friday - I guess it's probably time to start thinking about what we're going to eat: be it turkey, beef, Christmas cards, wrapping paper, or brose, I still need to plan. Yes, so I'm a control freak, I can't help it. Just wish there were more folk coming round for it than just Dad and I. Not that it won't be good, just quiet.
What are your plans for Christmas?
I'm a happy bunny (: thanks babes, you know who you are.
Back later.
Dx
Sunday, 20 December 2009
Rachel McDonald's Monthly Special
To feast or not to feast... That is the question...
Christmas. Mmm. Nothing better than dinner. Roast turkey, mashed tatties, roast tatties, sausages in bacon, vegetables and gravy. Jugs, and jugs, of gravy. And that's just the main course... never mind the starter, dessert, or the pile of munchies we manage to cram in only a few hours later.
It's no wonder my knickers are huge!
Food is my downfall. Always has been. My Granny's tattie soup, my Mum's yorkshire puddings, and my own chicken stirfry.
I suppose it doesn't help that I like cooking and baking... You should try my double chocolate, ooey-gooey brownies. See, there I go again. me talking about food and Dawn trying not to drool!
I like to get my money's worth, that's all. If I go to a buffet, I will force food down me just st make sure I ate enough. I'm paying for it now though. But I don't really care. If I'm hungry, I eat. Simple. Maybe just not as much next time. I promise.
I'm sure Dawn will help me...
Rachel.
Christmas. Mmm. Nothing better than dinner. Roast turkey, mashed tatties, roast tatties, sausages in bacon, vegetables and gravy. Jugs, and jugs, of gravy. And that's just the main course... never mind the starter, dessert, or the pile of munchies we manage to cram in only a few hours later.
It's no wonder my knickers are huge!
Food is my downfall. Always has been. My Granny's tattie soup, my Mum's yorkshire puddings, and my own chicken stirfry.
I suppose it doesn't help that I like cooking and baking... You should try my double chocolate, ooey-gooey brownies. See, there I go again. me talking about food and Dawn trying not to drool!
I like to get my money's worth, that's all. If I go to a buffet, I will force food down me just st make sure I ate enough. I'm paying for it now though. But I don't really care. If I'm hungry, I eat. Simple. Maybe just not as much next time. I promise.
I'm sure Dawn will help me...
Rachel.
Mortification.
Snow. Lots of it. Yuss! Looks like I might be having a white Christmas! Well, I can't see the snow disappearing in the next few days, so it's quite likely. Even though I'm the modern-day Scrooge. Well someone has to be! Though, I have a big smile on my face now (: It's just nothing to do with Christmas or anything like that.
Must tell you about something that happened last night. My friend in Australia thought it was the funniest thing I said when I got home this morning, but I wasn't quite so entertained. Bet you're wondering what it was, now. Better tell you.
I was out at a friends 60th Birthday party, and all their children and grandchildren were there, as well as the son-in-law and his younger brother. Back at the house after the party, there were drinks and laughs and everything, and I was in the kitchen with the daughter, and son-in-law and his brother. It was all going swimmingly. Now, the birthday boy's wife knows I'm single, and she also knew that the younger brother is single. So she approached me, was speaking to me, then said "Do you know him?" about the brother. I said no, because I didn't know him. Before I knew it, I was grabbed by the hand, hauled over to him and introduced. I was scarlet. As was he. Honestly, she's as subtle as a gun. She kept telling me - in front of him - that he was such a lovely lad, and single, and was going to university, and was a lovely lad, and gorgeous, and was a lovely lad. By this time, I was facing the other direction, crouching down on the floor, trying to breathe while laughing. When I stood up, I looked at the birthday boy's daughter, and we just burst out laughing.
I have never been so mortified! But tally ho. Next thing I know, I'll be getting a text from him. Help! I know I'm single, but there's really no need for people to keep setting me up with every person they find who is single. It's really not necessary. But try telling them that! They're all at it. I didn't join that dating service, nor do I intend to!
Saints preserve us. No, I don't know where that came from either, but there you go. My story of the weekend. There were a lot of moments that were funny, but you'd really have to be there to understand why they're funny. Or at least know the people involved to know how crazy we all are - and how much worse we get when we're together!
Toodles for now. I'll write more later.
Dx
Must tell you about something that happened last night. My friend in Australia thought it was the funniest thing I said when I got home this morning, but I wasn't quite so entertained. Bet you're wondering what it was, now. Better tell you.
I was out at a friends 60th Birthday party, and all their children and grandchildren were there, as well as the son-in-law and his younger brother. Back at the house after the party, there were drinks and laughs and everything, and I was in the kitchen with the daughter, and son-in-law and his brother. It was all going swimmingly. Now, the birthday boy's wife knows I'm single, and she also knew that the younger brother is single. So she approached me, was speaking to me, then said "Do you know him?" about the brother. I said no, because I didn't know him. Before I knew it, I was grabbed by the hand, hauled over to him and introduced. I was scarlet. As was he. Honestly, she's as subtle as a gun. She kept telling me - in front of him - that he was such a lovely lad, and single, and was going to university, and was a lovely lad, and gorgeous, and was a lovely lad. By this time, I was facing the other direction, crouching down on the floor, trying to breathe while laughing. When I stood up, I looked at the birthday boy's daughter, and we just burst out laughing.
I have never been so mortified! But tally ho. Next thing I know, I'll be getting a text from him. Help! I know I'm single, but there's really no need for people to keep setting me up with every person they find who is single. It's really not necessary. But try telling them that! They're all at it. I didn't join that dating service, nor do I intend to!
Saints preserve us. No, I don't know where that came from either, but there you go. My story of the weekend. There were a lot of moments that were funny, but you'd really have to be there to understand why they're funny. Or at least know the people involved to know how crazy we all are - and how much worse we get when we're together!
Toodles for now. I'll write more later.
Dx
Friday, 18 December 2009
Yaahoo!
Finally, finished for the Christmas Holidays. A pointless time of year (in my opinion). Far too commercialised and you waste your money buying presents that no-one really wants, make a meal for your family of ten and a dog that would actually feel the US Army, and your older family members have a few too many sherries and start dancing around to random segments of songs they have dragged out of a file in their memory called "SONGS TO FORGET". Honestly, it's an embarrassing time of year. Or am I the only one subjected to this?
As for the weight loss thing. I'm not sure how I'm doing, considering I haven't officially started it yet, and am in training for Christmas day and Boxing day - both of which are guarenteed to involve more than one glass of an alcoholic beverage. They're going to be days that I won't remember much of. Which, I think, is a good thing. I want to get all the people in Aberdeenshire who feel the same way about Christmas as I do, and go to a pub with them all so we can enjoy ourselves. Would be so much more fun than watching the Queen's Speech (Honestly, who actually watches that in it's entirety?).
These past few weeks, I've been in an incredibly good mood, and especially today. No idea why, especially since I just broke a string on my guitar and have a cold, and it's snowing outside. How horrible is that? They may well get a White Christmas, after all. Gah. Don't get me wrong, I love snow. It's better than rain, as long as it doesn't melt, because it's drier.
Ho hum. I have LiveIreland radio on. Some good tunes played on there. Wish I had a CD out so that I could go to Dublin and go to the Temple Bar and sell some. HA! I could go anyways... Hummmmm Possibly!!
As for the weight loss thing. I'm not sure how I'm doing, considering I haven't officially started it yet, and am in training for Christmas day and Boxing day - both of which are guarenteed to involve more than one glass of an alcoholic beverage. They're going to be days that I won't remember much of. Which, I think, is a good thing. I want to get all the people in Aberdeenshire who feel the same way about Christmas as I do, and go to a pub with them all so we can enjoy ourselves. Would be so much more fun than watching the Queen's Speech (Honestly, who actually watches that in it's entirety?).
These past few weeks, I've been in an incredibly good mood, and especially today. No idea why, especially since I just broke a string on my guitar and have a cold, and it's snowing outside. How horrible is that? They may well get a White Christmas, after all. Gah. Don't get me wrong, I love snow. It's better than rain, as long as it doesn't melt, because it's drier.
Ho hum. I have LiveIreland radio on. Some good tunes played on there. Wish I had a CD out so that I could go to Dublin and go to the Temple Bar and sell some. HA! I could go anyways... Hummmmm Possibly!!
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