Goooooood evening, campers. More snow today. A blizzard, in fact. And I'm still smiling (: Sitting on my bed here, grinning and giggling to myself - feel like a right ninny, but I don't care. Tomorrow is monday, so back to college I go. Quite an easy day really, and it means I'm one day closer to Wednesday - can't waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaait! Seriously, bouncing up and down on my bed because I'm so hyper! I get me cuddles (: yay!
Also getting a bit further on with the hunt for an outfit to wear to the April Wedding. I'm thinking a corset... with a knee-length skirt... black shoes (maybe lace up courts or something)... and black stockings. Some combination, huh? Might even get a cute wee fascinator for my hair, and go all 1950's burlesque style - just not over the top. Will be quite nice, along with black and silver accessories, and maybe some green in there since I'm planning on getting the green corset. Gotta match in, you know? I'll put up pics once I get the outfit together. Might wear the corset out to Dumpling's birthday or something. Will see how I'm feeling (:
Eeeeeeee I'm still hyper. He makes me smile sooo much, and I can hardly believe that I've met someone that makes me feel like I do! Ohhh noooo. I'm going all soppy. I can't help it though ): he's just lovely, and I'm happy for once.
Annnnnnyways. I think it's time I thought about bed. I have college in the morning, although I'd much rather go and see him, but I can't really afford to take any more time off, so I'll go in. Might keep me busy anyways.
Toodleoo the noo.
Dxx
Sunday, 28 February 2010
A little side note
Just been reading through my blogs, and realised that I prayed to God, Allah, Santa and the muffin man, in hope that someone would come into my life and turn it around. It's happened! Seriously! All I need now is for that person/deity/present-giver/baker to identify themselves, so that I can hold up my end of the deal: worship them forever, and love them. Helloooo up there! Who are you??? Tell me and I'll love ya :) Thank you sooooo much. (I think it was the muffin man, but you can never be sure with these things.) It could, however, have been my mum. She's always looking out for me from up there, and maybe she pulled a few strings and brought me and him together in a seemingly random way. Guess I'll never really know, but I can always dream. Though, sometimes my dreams turn into nightmares.
Anyways, talking of dreams/nightmares, it's time to sleep.
Nighty night,
D for Daftie.xx
Anyways, talking of dreams/nightmares, it's time to sleep.
Nighty night,
D for Daftie.xx
Saturday Night Freezer
More snow! We had another foot on wednesday, and it was drifting over night. I had a visitor round on Wednesday, and he had to stay until tonight before we got his car pulled out. Poor guy, but it was a darned good excuse for him to stay :) Dare I say, I'm really happy right now. I think I've finally found someone that I actually click with, and not just a little bit. We click in many ways. He makes me smile so much, and tbh I'm so glad I met him. The last few days have been magic, though it feels like we've known eachother for years and I'm so comfortable around him, it's scary. I can honestly be myself, which is worrying, but it's a refreshing change compared to what I'm like with other guys. I don't have to pretend to be someone else. I don't have to pretend to like certain things - because we actually have so much in common. We like the same things, hate the same things, and we both enjoy eachother's company.
This said person made a comment about one of my other blog posts - presumably one about guys and how they upset me, or mess me around, or are all the same - and said he hoped he could change my mind. Well, let me tell you one thing: he most certainly has. There is a good guy out there. I've found one! I feel like holding up a huge flag and standing on the roof, shouting "OMG OMG OMG I've found a nice guy!". Though, if I did that, maybe he'd think I'm completely barking, and that can't be a good thing, surely. Or can it? There's only one way to find out. Nah, I'm only kidding. I don't plan on standing on a rooftop in the near (or very distant) future. Heights and me don't mix, much like oil and water.
Seriously, these past few days have been insane. The past 6 days have been, in fact. 6 days, and 6 dates. Well, 4 dates, but he landed up snowed in here, so let's just call it 6. I can't wait to see him again. I was sad to see him go, but the new me insists on focussing on the next time I see him and not on the fact that I'm not going to get any more cuddles for the next few days. Roll on Wednesday, baby ;) He gives damn good hugs. And cuddles. And makes me laugh. And keeps me cozy. And looks after me when I have a sore head. And doesn't mind if he's holding onto me when my dad shows up. Eeeeee. Can you tell I'm smiling? I must look like a total goofball right now.
Aaaaaand he's coming to Dumpling's birthday party with me. Woohoo! Mucho banter to be had. He said he could handle me when Double Trouble are together, but I think he may have underestimated the power of our giggles. That makes us sound like a pair of superhero's, a duo of destruction or something like that. But we're not. Though, we should be. It's going to be interesting seeing how he copes with us if we go hyper, which we more than likely end up doing, regardless of whether we want to or not! Hyperness just seems to find Dumpling and Doughball, like chewing gum finds the sole of your shoe: you can avoid it all you want, but it'll still appear no matter where you go!
Anyways. I think it's time I went to bed, without cuddles or my heater. Human heater, but a heater none-the-less. My eyes are drooping and I have the sneezes. I'm just thankful I don't have a headache right now, coz that would really finish me off! No cuddles, no giggles, no heater, no one to rub my back while I cry in pain. Yeah, he has a few uses. MOOOOOOOOOOOOON!.... yeah, that'll mean absolutely nothing to anyone but me and him. I don't know.... Muh. Nuffin'.
Right. Catch you later. Might do a weekly/monthly update tomorrow, but will see how I'm feeling. No doubt tired, sore, pathetic, cold, lonely and fairly optimistic about Wednesday. Woohoo!
Nighty night.
D for Dozer.xx
This said person made a comment about one of my other blog posts - presumably one about guys and how they upset me, or mess me around, or are all the same - and said he hoped he could change my mind. Well, let me tell you one thing: he most certainly has. There is a good guy out there. I've found one! I feel like holding up a huge flag and standing on the roof, shouting "OMG OMG OMG I've found a nice guy!". Though, if I did that, maybe he'd think I'm completely barking, and that can't be a good thing, surely. Or can it? There's only one way to find out. Nah, I'm only kidding. I don't plan on standing on a rooftop in the near (or very distant) future. Heights and me don't mix, much like oil and water.
Seriously, these past few days have been insane. The past 6 days have been, in fact. 6 days, and 6 dates. Well, 4 dates, but he landed up snowed in here, so let's just call it 6. I can't wait to see him again. I was sad to see him go, but the new me insists on focussing on the next time I see him and not on the fact that I'm not going to get any more cuddles for the next few days. Roll on Wednesday, baby ;) He gives damn good hugs. And cuddles. And makes me laugh. And keeps me cozy. And looks after me when I have a sore head. And doesn't mind if he's holding onto me when my dad shows up. Eeeeee. Can you tell I'm smiling? I must look like a total goofball right now.
Aaaaaand he's coming to Dumpling's birthday party with me. Woohoo! Mucho banter to be had. He said he could handle me when Double Trouble are together, but I think he may have underestimated the power of our giggles. That makes us sound like a pair of superhero's, a duo of destruction or something like that. But we're not. Though, we should be. It's going to be interesting seeing how he copes with us if we go hyper, which we more than likely end up doing, regardless of whether we want to or not! Hyperness just seems to find Dumpling and Doughball, like chewing gum finds the sole of your shoe: you can avoid it all you want, but it'll still appear no matter where you go!
Anyways. I think it's time I went to bed, without cuddles or my heater. Human heater, but a heater none-the-less. My eyes are drooping and I have the sneezes. I'm just thankful I don't have a headache right now, coz that would really finish me off! No cuddles, no giggles, no heater, no one to rub my back while I cry in pain. Yeah, he has a few uses. MOOOOOOOOOOOOON!.... yeah, that'll mean absolutely nothing to anyone but me and him. I don't know.... Muh. Nuffin'.
Right. Catch you later. Might do a weekly/monthly update tomorrow, but will see how I'm feeling. No doubt tired, sore, pathetic, cold, lonely and fairly optimistic about Wednesday. Woohoo!
Nighty night.
D for Dozer.xx
Saturday, 13 February 2010
Time To Reflect
During the past few days, I've been doing a lot of thinking. Yes, I'm aware that's dangerous, but I have a cold and my brain doesn't think anything through properly. I have discovered a few things about myself - including the fact that I hate being alone. I really, really, really hate being on my own. I often wonder what I did to deserve the lonliness I feel, but I can't work it out, no matter how hard I try. I just don't get it. Maybe in a past life, I screwed up so much that I'll never find love in this life. Or maybe, I made such a mess in this one, that I'll never find anyone to accept me for who I am, regardless of how many mistakes I've made or what I've done to others. Whatever I did, I'm sorry, and I will be eternally grateful if whoever is up there would stop piling all this crap onto me.
To be honest, I don't know who/what is up there. Be it God, Allah, Santa Claus, or the muffin man. Whoever it is, I don't honestly care. I'll love you, worship you forever if you'd just give me a break for once in my life, and let me find happiness. Is that too much to ask for? Seriously?
All I've ever wanted is to find someone to care for me, be genuine enough not to mess with my heart and my head. Someone to look after me when I'm ill, let me do the same for them, accept me for who I am. Acknowledge my ambitions and support me through life, not doubting the love in my heart and allowing me to dream like there's no tomorrow. There's gotta be someone out there willing to do at least one of these things, hasn't there?
If this sounds like you, please do get in contact. And if you already have, tell me. Talk to me. I don't bite. Unless asked to. Sheesh, I sound like I'm writing some Lonely Souls ad, and failing miserably. I'm not that desperate. I just want to be loved. Gah.
Anyways, time for bed, or contemplation of bed anyways. It's nearly midnight and I'm unwell. Oooh time for Covonia! *Sings Covonia song*
Night night,
D for Doughball. xx
To be honest, I don't know who/what is up there. Be it God, Allah, Santa Claus, or the muffin man. Whoever it is, I don't honestly care. I'll love you, worship you forever if you'd just give me a break for once in my life, and let me find happiness. Is that too much to ask for? Seriously?
All I've ever wanted is to find someone to care for me, be genuine enough not to mess with my heart and my head. Someone to look after me when I'm ill, let me do the same for them, accept me for who I am. Acknowledge my ambitions and support me through life, not doubting the love in my heart and allowing me to dream like there's no tomorrow. There's gotta be someone out there willing to do at least one of these things, hasn't there?
If this sounds like you, please do get in contact. And if you already have, tell me. Talk to me. I don't bite. Unless asked to. Sheesh, I sound like I'm writing some Lonely Souls ad, and failing miserably. I'm not that desperate. I just want to be loved. Gah.
Anyways, time for bed, or contemplation of bed anyways. It's nearly midnight and I'm unwell. Oooh time for Covonia! *Sings Covonia song*
Night night,
D for Doughball. xx
Monday, 8 February 2010
*Valentine's Special*
Heya everyone.
Have a good few weeks? Mine have been eventful! From telling old men off on the train for staring at me, to being on Edinburgh tour busses. The in-between was good too. I got into a size 12 dress(UK)! Finally! It's all I wanted. Should maybe keep the diet going, eh?
Ah well, I'm in Starbucks again. pretty much on first name basis with the staff now due to Dawn and I's frequent visits. Writing with my new glasses on. Didn't even realise how bad my eyes were until I was at the opticians!
Valentine's weekend is forcing itself upon us. Any plans? Me neither. Well, not really. Unless my other half has a surprise for me. Aye, right! Jammies, chocolate and a good film is the thoughts.
Anyhoo, gonna go.
Ciao,
Rachel xx
Have a good few weeks? Mine have been eventful! From telling old men off on the train for staring at me, to being on Edinburgh tour busses. The in-between was good too. I got into a size 12 dress(UK)! Finally! It's all I wanted. Should maybe keep the diet going, eh?
Ah well, I'm in Starbucks again. pretty much on first name basis with the staff now due to Dawn and I's frequent visits. Writing with my new glasses on. Didn't even realise how bad my eyes were until I was at the opticians!
Valentine's weekend is forcing itself upon us. Any plans? Me neither. Well, not really. Unless my other half has a surprise for me. Aye, right! Jammies, chocolate and a good film is the thoughts.
Anyhoo, gonna go.
Ciao,
Rachel xx
Private School
When you think of private schools, you automatically think of posh kids, sipping champagne, discussing past holidays to far-off exotic lands, portraying the upper-class of Britain, and having exceptional manners. Right? Well, I'll let you in on a little secret about what goes on behind the closed gates of these places: they're nothing like you think.
Ok, that's not strictly true, but the students are as bad as the kids found in cities, standing by a bin of burning grannies, making cabernet from babies' blood. If not worse. They have no manners, and think they are better than the rest of humanity, simply because they have a little spare cash burning a hole in their father's back pockets.
On Saturday night, I was at one of these institutions, playing at their 6th Form Ball. All the "gentlemen" were in black tie or kilts, and the "ladies" were in ballgowns. Or near enough. The lads' kilts were not made to fit - either hanging too long, or cut too short - and they wore scruffy shoes. Not to mention the long, floppy hair that could have been doing with a good comb. Maybe even a good trim. If I had been the mother of any of the boys there, I'd have been mortified to let them buy anything that poorly made.
As for the girls, they were barely wearing anything. The dresses were skimpy, and one was a steel-boned corset, and the owner nearly fell out of it. Little wonder. One lassie did fall out. Right in front of the band. I couldn't hold in the laughter.
And then the manners. There was a severe lack of those. I've seen better etiquette during feeding time at the zoo. Seriously. All the students walked around, looking down their plastic noses at me, acting the part of the rich toff's kid, pretending to be better than me - a lowly musician. But, one problem. They all had drunken staggers. Yes, rich kids in these private schools lack the ability to hold their drink. How much does it take? 1 beer and they're anyones. And that's the heavy drinkers. With alcohol in their system, they were as common as cat's dirt. If you moved out of their way, the stuck up little f*ckers didn't say thank you or anything. What happened to men being gentlemen and holding doors open for you? I had several slammed in my face. To be frank, I was very unimpressed.
Private school education doesn't seem to be worth all the money spent. All they get out of it is how to be stuck up, how to make their hair look ridiculous, and how to treat the rest of society like scum. Their lack of common sense was astounding. I would have more in my little finger than they would have collectively in a group of a hundred.
Yeah, it wasn't a great night.
Stay tuned for the weekly update coming shortly.
Dx
Ok, that's not strictly true, but the students are as bad as the kids found in cities, standing by a bin of burning grannies, making cabernet from babies' blood. If not worse. They have no manners, and think they are better than the rest of humanity, simply because they have a little spare cash burning a hole in their father's back pockets.
On Saturday night, I was at one of these institutions, playing at their 6th Form Ball. All the "gentlemen" were in black tie or kilts, and the "ladies" were in ballgowns. Or near enough. The lads' kilts were not made to fit - either hanging too long, or cut too short - and they wore scruffy shoes. Not to mention the long, floppy hair that could have been doing with a good comb. Maybe even a good trim. If I had been the mother of any of the boys there, I'd have been mortified to let them buy anything that poorly made.
As for the girls, they were barely wearing anything. The dresses were skimpy, and one was a steel-boned corset, and the owner nearly fell out of it. Little wonder. One lassie did fall out. Right in front of the band. I couldn't hold in the laughter.
And then the manners. There was a severe lack of those. I've seen better etiquette during feeding time at the zoo. Seriously. All the students walked around, looking down their plastic noses at me, acting the part of the rich toff's kid, pretending to be better than me - a lowly musician. But, one problem. They all had drunken staggers. Yes, rich kids in these private schools lack the ability to hold their drink. How much does it take? 1 beer and they're anyones. And that's the heavy drinkers. With alcohol in their system, they were as common as cat's dirt. If you moved out of their way, the stuck up little f*ckers didn't say thank you or anything. What happened to men being gentlemen and holding doors open for you? I had several slammed in my face. To be frank, I was very unimpressed.
Private school education doesn't seem to be worth all the money spent. All they get out of it is how to be stuck up, how to make their hair look ridiculous, and how to treat the rest of society like scum. Their lack of common sense was astounding. I would have more in my little finger than they would have collectively in a group of a hundred.
Yeah, it wasn't a great night.
Stay tuned for the weekly update coming shortly.
Dx
Sunday, 31 January 2010
S'no a bad thing. Just stop drifting.
*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
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
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
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