tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38157232011-04-22T05:18:58.952+01:00By a Woman<br><b>Ramblings of a thirty-something woman....</b>
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Go to my <a href="http://www.byawoman.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_byawoman_archive.html#82195182">intro</a> to find out more.
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By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comBlogger5171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1090178911098970432004-07-18T20:26:00.000+01:002004-07-18T20:29:57.436+01:00I am still alive!
But have moved.
Please drop by and visit sometime.
See you there!
http://www.byawomanagain.blogspot.com
By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1085659033341823912004-05-27T12:51:00.000+01:002004-05-27T12:57:13.340+01:00TV Trauma
My husband is not normally one for giving up control of the remote easily. There are enough televisions in our house for everyone, but even he has written off tomorrow night and decided to prop up a bar somewhere, allowing Daughters and myself to indulge in the last ever Friends ….sniff…sniff…. and the new series of Big Brother…. Still I’m sure it will make up for all the football weBy A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1085399549211187452004-05-24T12:51:00.000+01:002004-05-25T21:52:39.083+01:00Catch up
Where do the days go? I can’t believe it is over a week since I posted here – sorry folks – it’s just been manic.
Spent this weekend with some pals in London celebrating a 40th birthday (not mine!). Fantastic time despite engineering works on both the main line and the tubes. Lots of drink, good hotel, shopping and eating – just what I needed.
By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1084566290759418302004-05-14T21:08:00.000+01:002004-05-14T21:24:50.760+01:00The Darling Buds of May
Our house is not far from our village pub. In fact it’s almost next door, easily staggering distance anyway. Tonight I was in the garden varnishing my bench (that sentence in itself just fills me with joy), when music struck up and wooden knocking sounds, bells and cries could be heard from the pub’s vicinity – and it was only 6pm! Upon investigating it seemed we were By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1084459912855171222004-05-13T15:49:00.000+01:002004-05-13T15:54:33.340+01:00What homework?
Homework diaries have been mentioned in some comments below and I thought I would investigate those that belong to Daughters No. 1 & 2, as they do appear to have them it seems
Within the pages I found:
Cut out pictures of latest boy band –sellotaped in.
Photo booth pics of friends pulling faces
Tickets to past concerts
Every possible birthday (except mine!)
Reminders of discos, By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1084299517762673162004-05-11T18:56:00.000+01:002004-05-11T19:18:37.763+01:00Smarties have the answer...
I've just discovered Smarties biscuits. If I tell you I feel sick you'll know exactly how many I've discovered!By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1084222648113084702004-05-10T21:56:00.000+01:002004-05-10T21:57:28.113+01:00Look into my eyes...
I did a course today on body language. It included how to tell if someone’s lying to you by how his or her eyes move. I’ve tried to practise at home, but I’ve realised nobody actually looks me in the eye! I asked Daughter No. 1 if she had got any homework - A frequent piece of wool that finds its way over my eyes regularly. The first time she mumbled something as she By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1084222566850875702004-05-10T21:55:00.000+01:002004-05-10T21:56:06.850+01:00Blimey Blogger that was a bit of a shock - where's all the black and orange gone?By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1084040528721149552004-05-08T19:22:00.000+01:002004-05-08T19:26:31.123+01:00Tragedy!
Saturday Night Fever was brilliant! Great night out had by all. Not sure kids followed story but loved the singing and dancing - except mine. We got up at the end and joined in much to daughter's total embarrassment! Still that's what mothers are for aren't they?!By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1084040359870090932004-05-08T19:19:00.000+01:002004-05-08T19:23:42.293+01:00I'm a flasher!
Since joining the Get Writing site, I seem to be spending more time there talking about writing than actually doing any! Does this count do you think? I have done some writing, just not the getting-a-few-thousand-more-words-into-the-novel kind of writing. Instead I seem to have got hooked on flashing. I’ve bought my grey mac, found a suitable park and am flashing away every By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1083950046561932232004-05-07T18:14:00.000+01:002004-05-07T18:18:27.606+01:00Stayin' Alive
Tonight is Saturday Night Fever night. I’m taking Daughters to see the musical which is currently touring and at a theatre near us. I remember sneaking into the film at the tender age of 17. It was the first 18 certificate film (or was it “X” certificate then?), that I’d seen. I can’t remember being shocked by anything and wonder now if the same film would be classified so By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1083522388539301142004-05-02T19:26:00.000+01:002004-05-02T19:30:43.000+01:00My New Best Friend - NOT!!
A few months ago, whilst sitting in an outside-inside table at a coffee shop with a friend (you know outside the shop but inside the shopping centre – it’s still only Spring you know) I’m talking away about something I can’t remember but probably riveting, and it’s obvious she’s just not paying me the attention my story deserved. Her bottom jaw is resting on her chestBy A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1083347805771433282004-04-30T18:56:00.000+01:002004-04-30T19:07:17.090+01:00Shang-A-Lang
I treated myself to this today. I'm 10 all over again....By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1083345270030539682004-04-30T18:14:00.000+01:002004-04-30T18:18:41.840+01:00B.M.I.
O.M.G. O.M.G. O.M.G.!!! Whilst at the supermarket today I stuck a fifty pence into one of those new weighing machines. It reads your height, weight and fat mass and Body Mass Index.
O.M.G. O.M.G. O.M.G.!!! Thank heavens it only prints it out and doesn’t shout it around the store.
Needless to say though my trolley was subsequently packed full of good intentions so I’ve decided to By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1083005245435803132004-04-26T19:47:00.000+01:002004-04-26T19:51:31.590+01:00A Weighty Issue
It’s just no good – I’ve put on about half a stone over the Easter period. Everything is feeling a little clingy and a lot tight. Something has to be done. I know I’ve said all this before, running, Weight Watchers, Yoga. It’s all been promised but I’ve failed to deliver. The special pedometer and Points calculator sit idling in the fruit bowl in the kitchen (well there’s By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1082731301002650812004-04-23T15:41:00.000+01:002004-04-23T15:45:43.030+01:00Not such a good idea then...
I bought a smoothie maker some time ago, I may have mentioned it. It stayed in its box in the boot of my car for a while – a) because I hadn’t told Himself I’d bought it and he already thinks I’m a sucker for gadgets, and b) because I had no where else to put the thing. Anyway, eventually it made it out of the car and into the kitchen and today, inspired by the sunBy A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1082719119731571782004-04-23T12:18:00.000+01:002004-04-23T12:22:41.903+01:00Spring Sprung
Don’t you just love these warm spring days? I’m lucky enough not to be at work today and it’s the kind of day that’s warmer outside than in. I’ve pulled the garden bench out of its winter storage (tempting fate I know but I couldn’t resist), and spent the morning rubbing down and re-varnishing. I could feel my black t-shirt sucking up the warmth and spreading goodwill and By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1082641033880611282004-04-22T14:37:00.000+01:002004-04-22T14:41:14.750+01:00Get Writing!
The novel is on a go-slow. I gave my characters their own passports and space in my suitcase for the holiday, but they were far too busy sunning themselves and chatting up hunky Spanish waiters to get on with my story. In the hope of soaking up inspiration from other like-minded mad people I have signed up on the BBC Get Writing site. Welcome, if you have found me via my profile By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1082452468987659702004-04-20T10:14:00.000+01:002004-04-20T10:18:34.390+01:00Plucked....into obscurity
I am not a happy bunny this morning. Not only am I back at work but my tweezers have disappeared. I am blaming Daughter No. 1, who was the last to use them (abroad!), although she is protesting her innocence. I am distraught. I’ve had those tweezers since I was a teenager. I have never found any others that work as well. Himself can’t understand my grief, as I By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1082387925623584552004-04-19T16:18:00.000+01:002004-04-19T20:22:01.590+01:00No, I don't want a bloody diploma!
The amount of spam I am getting in my inbox is rising to epidemic proportions. After a week away from the comp I had 286 emails waiting for my attention. Of those, only 6 were actually for me, relevant to me and of interest to me. I do not have a penis that needs enlarging - actually I don't have one at all. But I’m perfectly happy with the one that is By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1082372860187357232004-04-19T12:07:00.000+01:002004-04-19T12:11:37.233+01:00Is it Monday again?!
One day left of my Easter break. Term starts tomorrow and therefore work does too. Almost caught up on the laundry, especially for Himself as he’s off again on Friday for a golfing weekend….yes, yes I know, but I’m holding it in reserve for a girly weekend in London later in the Spring… Haven’t done any other of the many things I promised I would over the break so the By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1082228800430044142004-04-17T20:06:00.000+01:002004-04-17T20:10:35.280+01:00Phone Home
Daughter No. 1 turned on her phone as we returned home…only it wouldn’t. Turn on. Nothing. Zilch. She tried charging the battery but still no sign of life. We hunted through the drawer in the kitchen, you know the one with the odd shoe laces, instructions for the blender, spare films, elastic bands and those tiny screwdriver sets you get in crackers that actually come in useful -By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1082217960101097442004-04-17T17:06:00.000+01:002004-04-17T17:09:54.763+01:00Home Again
Holiday in a nutshell:
Weather fine – actually I thought it was quite good until a woman at the airport on way home told me the previous week had been scorching – The Cow!
Apartment nice and clean – during the day decided it was better being over the busy road as it was a prime people watching vantage point – at night ready to hang the next karaoke singer that tried I Will Survive –By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1081435971247463982004-04-08T15:52:00.000+01:002004-04-08T15:57:32.170+01:00See you in a week - off to inflict my family on all those other families escaping to the sun (I hope!). Have a good Easter weekend - save some choccie for me!By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1081322290122027052004-04-07T08:18:00.000+01:002004-04-07T08:21:50.983+01:00Mother's Madness
I had a tantrum yesterday. I’m not proud. It wasn’t big and it wasn’t clever. But I had it all the same.
I’d come back from a shopping trip with Daughter No. 1. I’d done the same trip, the day before with Daughter No. 2. This riles me for a start. We can’t have a good mother and daughters shopping trip. I have to take one at a time as they don’t like the same shops and By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1081175215765207682004-04-05T15:26:00.000+01:002004-04-05T15:33:36.310+01:00Here kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty
My sister's cat had kittens yesterday. Six little blind hamster-like bundles. It was the cat's first litter and Sister began to wonder if she (and the cat!) knew what she was doing. A nice warm nest had been made up but each kitten was born in a different room of the house! Upon arriving home that morning Sister found the first one at the top ofBy A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1080976950030694872004-04-03T08:22:00.000+01:002004-04-03T08:26:53.890+01:00Those were the days....
Daughter No. 1 has bought a record. A real one. Not a CD – an actual 7 inch circle of vinyl with a hole in the middle. She bought it online and I’m not sure she knew exactly what she was buying. It is signed and sports a picture of her latest boy-band fad so I don’t expect she cares that we have nothing to play the thing on!By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1080920613526793332004-04-02T16:43:00.000+01:002004-04-03T08:30:19.030+01:00Trying. Trying on, trying hard ..... or just trying.
We’re off soon, in search of sun. I’m not sure why I bothered really. Daughters No. One and Two are constantly at each other’s throats and cannot be in the same house without fists, hair and furniture flying. The thought of them cooped up in a one bedroom shoebox apartment is terrifying me!
Then there’s Himself. It’s for him really By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1080816238720792662004-04-01T11:43:00.000+01:002004-04-01T11:47:31.543+01:00Wedding Bells (except there won't be...)
We have received an invitation to a wedding. I love weddings and don’t get to go to nearly enough! This one is a bit different though, but then weddings are now aren’t they? It will be a civil marriage in a hotel. No church with bells peeling or musty hymn books, no little children playing hide and seek round the gravestones as the photographer poses By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1080759507159664632004-03-31T19:58:00.000+01:002004-03-31T20:26:31.623+01:00Using the "V" word
I went with my four female friends to see the Vagina Monologues last night. What a laugh! My mouth was sore from smiling so much! In case anyone hasn’t heard of this ‘play’ it is basically three women sitting on stage discussing the female genital area. It was based on stories told when women where interviewed about their “bits”. The monologues were very funny, but also By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1080745523635250732004-03-31T16:05:00.000+01:002004-03-31T16:08:55.733+01:00Techno Tantrum!
Our computer system is not running properly at work. Now bearing in mind that this is a large corporation with an up-to-the-minute system and a large IT department, I can’t see what’s going wrong. Every month or so, we get messages saying the server is going to be down for major updating that will ensure it runs efficiently and effectively, but low and behold the next week seesBy A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1079865332230294852004-03-21T10:35:00.000Z2004-03-21T10:38:50.500ZMothering Sunday
I think today may be my first real Mother’s Day. Not that all the previous ones (of which I have had fifteen) weren’t special, they were, but this year Daughter No. 1 did everything herself. She went into town, bought me a lovely bracelet and a photo frame which she filled with a picture of herself and Daughter No. 2 and used her own money! Himself said he felt a bit By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1079553884805796822004-03-17T20:04:00.000Z2004-03-17T20:09:33.700ZFickle Fans
Busted were loud. Very loud. I must be getting old. My ears were still humming nearly 24 hours later! Kids enjoyed it, but the band may have a slight problem with their support act McFly. My girls both came away clutching their promotional flier and talking about these boys more than Busted themselves. Daughter No. 1 has signed up to be a street team member for McFly, and By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1078923618230555482004-03-10T13:00:00.000Z2004-03-10T13:03:22.590ZBusted!
I’m off with the kids to Wembley on Sunday – we’re seeing Busted. If you are not aware of this English band they are three young, very good looking guys, all blond highlights and long legs. They sing about life as they see it. Songs vary from crushes on teachers to being dumped. They play their own instruments and pogo around the stage. It will a noisy and manic concert I’m sure andBy A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1078522262360226182004-03-05T21:31:00.000Z2004-03-05T21:59:26.076ZThe Book
I've written the beginning, know the end, rounded my characters and drafted the plot. Only another 100,000 words then and I'll have written it!By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1077657880206611732004-02-24T21:24:00.000Z2004-02-24T21:27:24.856ZProgress...at last!
All is not lost in the Spanish lessons. Tonight we learnt how to ask for una zapateria - a shoe shop! I can now buy shoes and boots in the correct size and in all manner of colours.
I feel the need for some practical experience....wonder what Madrid is like at this time of year?By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1077370693744059082004-02-21T13:38:00.000Z2004-02-21T13:44:03.123ZHoliday Hiccup
Bit of a panic today in the By a Woman household. A few months ago I booked us a weeks holiday for Easter online with a major tour company. I paid the deposit online and subsequently sent of a cheque for the remaining amount. This morning’s post, however, bought a letter from the holiday company, reminding us that the balance was now overdue and, basically pay up or stay at By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1077303778921142022004-02-20T19:02:00.000Z2004-02-20T19:09:12.780ZI am still here.....somewhere.....
Okay I’m going to apologise once again for neglecting this blog but I have a valid excuse – I promise. I have at long last started writing my book. You know the one that everyone supposedly has in his or her head somewhere? For a while mine has been bouncing around in amongst the more mundane thought processes, such as what to cook for tea or how many times By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1076311962624482722004-02-09T07:32:00.000Z2004-02-09T07:35:06.500ZYes!
Success. Thank you. See below.By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1076232894414549652004-02-08T09:34:00.000Z2004-02-08T09:42:04.780ZI'm a Celeb...etc....etc....
This is my one-day campaign to Get Brocket Out! Why is this creep still in the jungle? I can’t see his attraction one bit. The guy’s a lecherous stirrer of the first order. I didn’t take to him from the off, it has to be said. He’s like an octopus with those arms and hands appearing out of anywhere to stroke and pinch any available flesh - preferably female but By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1076168098000260652004-02-07T15:34:00.000Z2004-02-07T15:38:26.340ZMistaken Identity
Something unheard of happened to me the other day. Something so out-of-this-universe. I pulled! Me! A thirty-eight year old, mother of two, wife of one, with grey hairs prone to sprouting uninvited around my ears at any given moment and the wrong side of 10 and half stone for my height. OK I grant you it was a case of mistaken identity on my side, and the windows were By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1076095736106907672004-02-06T19:28:00.000Z2004-02-06T19:31:16.716ZWhere have I been?
Not sure really. Well no that’s not true, I’ve been right here. I didn’t disappear to some remote island with no internet connection (if such a place exists…), and I didn’t move house and forget the computer either. I haven’t been too ill to type and Daughters 1 & 2 haven’t finally driven me to total meltdown. I just kinda lost the impetus…..is that the right word or have By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1076084066200989372004-02-06T16:14:00.000Z2004-02-06T16:16:46.873ZAnybody there?
Just dipping my big toe in the water.....is it safe to return? Is anybody still out there?By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1074248162917276382004-01-16T10:16:00.000Z2004-01-16T10:22:00.483ZMy daughter (No. 2)....the Lawyer!
This is faithfully reproduced, spelling mistakes and all, but with names changed to protect the innocent(!).
To: Daughter No. 1 (we shall call her Amy), The Sofa
From: Daughter No. 2 (Louise), The Computer
My name is Louise (your sister) and I hear u would like to borrow my new curling tongs. If this is true please read this contract and sign on the By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1073999631944612972004-01-13T13:13:00.000Z2004-01-13T13:15:40.750ZA January Thing
I have very itchy feet. It’s a January thing I’m sure. I don’t mean the chilblains have set in but the apathy has! I need a new job but I don’t want to have to get one! I can’t be bothered really. My job suits me. It suits my family, our lifestyle, the kids, school hours – it is perfect really for me. But I’m bored. I can do it with my eyes shut and one hand tied behind By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1073586191726120682004-01-08T18:23:00.000Z2004-01-08T18:28:01.623ZBl**dy Bins!
Regular readers will know that we have recently been forced into using wheelie bins rather than bags. We have two bins, one green (for garden waste and cardboard), one black (for household rubbish). We also have a green box for newspaper, bottles and cans. Now imagine if you will two daughters, and a husband to a certain level who when we had one bin it was enough to actually getBy A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1073504131517138702004-01-07T19:35:00.000Z2004-01-07T19:37:12.466Z"You hum it Son...."
My dad has just bought a piano. Nobody in our house is musical past Baa Baa Black Sheep on the recorder in Infant School, but he has always wanted one and this was going cheap…very cheap. My mother doesn’t want the thing downstairs because a) they don’t have enough room really, and b) the thought of 6 grandchildren, 3 children and my father hammering the life out of it in By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1073386566760066862004-01-06T10:56:00.000Z2004-01-06T11:37:12.326ZWillpower...me?
So how many points then in Terry’s Miniature Orange Segments, Mingle choccies and Walker’s Shortbread biscuits? Yes I’ve arrived back in the office feeling motivated and there on the coffee table are everyone’s leftovers! I can see them from my desk…..they are calling out to me…..I must be strong….I must stay focused….maybe if I just have one?……By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1073336043204451202004-01-05T20:54:00.000Z2004-01-05T20:55:42.093ZOnly 20!
Christmas was so over-indulgent I've registered at Weight Watchers. They must have made a mistake though as they've worked out I can only have 20 points. This can't be right...some people on there seem to have twice that amount. I have to use about 2 for my milk allowance and have five portions of fruit a day which is about another 3 points. So that's 5 of the precious buggers used By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1073322243155854502004-01-05T17:04:00.000Z2004-01-05T17:05:41.733Z97 Shopping Days Left Until Easter!
Okay I'm kidding.....well no actually there is only 97 SDLUE and Easter eggs have been spotted today in Tescos....but you can breath a sigh of relief as I will NOT be doing an Easter countdown!By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1073321830999441812004-01-05T16:57:00.000Z2004-01-05T16:58:49.653ZSo, How Was It for You?
Well I hope everyone is back to land of the living after all that food, drink and TV! We had a lovely Christmas Day with all my family. Dinner was slightly delayed due to a power shortage late morning but by then a few Buck Fizzes had passed our lips and we couldn’t give a cranberry stuff! All the kids were well behaved and I don’t remember any fighting apart from one By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1072775039614687782003-12-30T09:03:00.000Z2003-12-30T09:05:29.860ZHappy NEW Year!
Why is New Year not New Year? Because it’s full of old tat that’s why! New Year should be about getting rid of all the unwanted baggage of life such as crap TV programmes, clothes that don’t fit and news items that show the world as less than perfect. So what do we do each late December but bring them all out again!
Every time I turn on the TV at the moment someone is By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1072120070815951332003-12-22T19:07:00.000Z2003-12-22T19:09:11.060Z1.5 SDLUC
I almost forgot to post my last reminder....but if you really still need pushing and prodding to get out there and start your Christmas shopping then shame on you! I have been posting these advent shopping entries for weeks now so there's no excuse. Be warned - there's nothing nice left - anything boxed will be dog-eared and torn, anything fashionable went months ago and don't even By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1072082077652586672003-12-22T08:34:00.000Z2003-12-22T08:35:56.936ZMerry Christmas!
This blogger is tinselled and mince pied out for the season! I am taking a week or so off from By A Woman to concentrate on the family here, the family to be visited and the family who are descending on me. I wish everyone a very merry and peaceful Christmas and will see you all refreshed (hopefully!) in the New Year. By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1071872230112161882003-12-19T22:17:00.000Z2003-12-19T22:18:26.436Z5 SDLUC
Presents – tick
Cards – tick
Wrapping – tick
Decorations – tick
Work finished – tick
School finished – tick
Chocolates – tick
Booze – tick
Non-perishables – tick
Carol singers paid – tick
Tip for paper boy – tick
Three parties down one to go – tick
Paracetemol – tick, tick and tickBy A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1071733434088390972003-12-18T07:43:00.000Z2003-12-18T07:45:07.920Z"Your thigh bone's connected to your hip bone..."
….and I would have done well to remember this at the party the other night. The evening ended on the predictable but fun “New York, New York” and with the obligatory high kicking chain of people. Okay so I’m not as supple as I used to be but I’m sure my legs went the highest….I can’t walk this morning without searing pain in my hips but they By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1071668133225665462003-12-17T13:35:00.000Z2003-12-17T13:36:46.186ZHungover
Ohhhh, ouch! Now I remember why I don’t drink during the week anymore! By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1071348118488213222003-12-13T20:41:00.000Z2003-12-13T20:43:53.733Z11 SDLUC
Very near major disaster averted today. I had bought Daughter No. 1 some posh hair products for her Christmas stocking from Boots last week. They were all sealed in sort of squashy foil bags with lids and then a box. I had put this box in a big bag with all her other pressies ready to find a spare hour or so to wrap them up. For some reason I decided today to take everything out of By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1071262583336225162003-12-12T20:56:00.000Z2003-12-12T20:57:29.793Z12 SDLUC
don’t forget present for Secret Santa…I am still here……make mince pies for Himself to take to work…..somewhere…..buy stamps…..it’s just time…..what to wear for office party?……is flying by now…..find replacement bulbs bought last year for lights (again!)……and I’m running…..post parcels…..out of time…..ice cake….to do all the….wrap presents….little jobs that need….write cards….doing.By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1071083467927429082003-12-10T22:18:00.000Z2003-12-10T22:29:41.826Z14 SDLUC - "Who the @!*# wants a partridge anyway..."
On the 12th day of Christmas my truelove should have sent to me….
12 Pairs of totally impractical but must-have shoes
11 different outfits (fitting!)
10 Sunday morning lie-ins
9 days of quality shopping
8 cashmere jumpers
7 health farm holidays
6 bottles of perfume
5 PAIRS OF BOOTS
4 lacy bras
3 new handbags
2 diamond rings
and a Box of By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1070990713731580352003-12-09T17:25:00.000Z2003-12-09T17:26:16.466Z15 SDLUC
Resistance is futile. Christmas is approaching and nothing I or you can do will slow it down! I have given in to demands of teenager daughters, who for the three weeks only will be child-like again, and bought some outdoor lights for a tree in our front garden. I originally bought 180 but it is surprising how both the amount of lights and the size of the tree are nothing like I By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1070909075028549372003-12-08T18:44:00.000Z2003-12-08T18:48:59.076ZCongratulations YOU are a winner!
Today I reached my 10,000 visitor and I was hoping the lucky person would be a long-standing or regular reader but it turned out to be someone passing through via Globe of Blogs. Not that this matters as all are welcome here whether they stumble upon me accidentally, never return again or decide to stick around. So my sincere thanks to all who have visited, By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1070787028183514272003-12-07T08:50:00.000Z2003-12-07T08:51:27.483Z17 SDLUC
Daughter No. 1 and I went out to buy our tree yesterday. We used to all go together but Himself has decided he can’t take our cumulative indecision when it comes to buying the exact tree for our house anymore (also he refuses to have needles in his car). As we had to use my car it was obvious that only two of us and a tree were going to fit in. Daughter No. 2 was not overly concernedBy A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1070698041321310362003-12-06T08:07:00.000Z2003-12-06T08:08:19.903ZLord of the Rings Pt 3 1/2
Daughter No. 2 is a big Orlando Bloom and Lord of the Rings fan. I did enjoy the first two films but have to confess to not seeing them at the cinema but from the comfort of my own armchair. And I think this is how I shall watch the third as having booked Daughter No. 2 and a friend tickets to the film (which doesn’t come out until the 19th December but is already By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1070662178339680232003-12-05T22:09:00.000Z2003-12-05T22:10:36.340Z19 SDLUC
Sorry no time to stop today and chat....forced into long and tiring day in the shops. Sister-in-law has announced that she is coming round tomorrow to swap presents! Can't be done any other day as she has work commitments, lives too far away for quick trips and is so bloody organised she has everything bought, wrapped, ribboned and tagged. Of course it goes without saying that of theBy A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1070523713121981842003-12-04T07:41:00.000Z2003-12-04T07:42:48.560Z20 SDLUC
I had a hit from a search for Never Buy A Woman Anything That Plugs In. If you are still out there please please take your own advice! Also include anything that is alive or anything that is three sizes too small, has so much lace it itches like hell and invariable will be red!By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1070479938120763742003-12-03T19:32:00.000Z2003-12-03T19:37:00.153ZSome wives do 'ave 'em!
With all the channels available these days it is not easy to forget the sitcoms of yesterday. Idly flicking through the other day I came across To The Manor Born, Open All Hours and The Good Life but my favourite as a kid used to be Some Mothers Do ‘Ave ‘Em. I can remember rolling on the floor belly laughing at Frank’s capers and yet yesterday it was embarrassing to By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1070470575472663842003-12-03T16:56:00.000Z2003-12-03T16:57:10.716ZWe believe you.....
Mick Jagger has opted not to collect his knighthood from Buckingham Palace on the same day as Jonny Wilkinson receives his honour. Apparently Mick doesn’t want to take the limelight away from the all-conquering, up-and-coming, gorgeously good looking, talented, hero-of-the-moment Jonny. No really!By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1070457275471916092003-12-03T13:14:00.000Z2003-12-03T13:15:30.280Z21 SDLUC
Don't believe me? By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1070402423246625742003-12-02T22:00:00.000Z2003-12-02T22:02:08.920ZFirst Christmas...
Card.....arrived today from an Auntie that's not really an Auntie but has always been called Auntie. This is different from 'uncles' that are definately not uncles but who stay the night sometimes....
Roast Turkey With Trimmings....lunch out with colleague today
Pull of a cracker....ditto above but it just felt too early to wear the hat..sorry
Mince Pie....ditto above By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1070391309711504032003-12-02T18:55:00.000Z2003-12-02T18:56:02.966Z'These things don't happen here'....They do now.
Our community is reeling once again this week with a man murdered in the next village. Cambridgeshire, along with the rest of the country, is still numb from the Soham tragedy which is so vividly being highlighted again the news and just today people have been arrested under the Terrorism Act in Cambridge. The murdered man in the next village By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1070274975391900042003-12-01T10:36:00.000Z2003-12-01T10:37:07.140ZDeck the halls.....
It's December 1st and many houses are already lit up. I can't get lights or other festive graphics on the site (I really wanted flashing, glittery overkill) but I've had to be content with a colour change. By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1070184147053900782003-11-30T09:22:00.000Z2003-11-30T09:23:17.606Z25 SDLUC
Your mission, should you choose to accept is to track down the last few Cadbury’s advent calendars in the County… For some reason, known only to me….actually I don’t know either….I have failed to secure said items over the previous few weeks and now can’t find any for love nor chocolate! I could buy daughters a Hulk calendar or a Barbie one. We could open doors each day to reveal By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1070137193463874992003-11-29T20:19:00.000Z2003-11-29T20:20:43.326ZA gottle of geer, a gottle of geer....
Now it's one squeeze for a smile David and two for a sexy pout and if I pull this cord you can open your mouth as if to speak....By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1070112454938027162003-11-29T13:27:00.000Z2003-11-29T13:30:12.920ZOh Crumbs!
Are you a morning person? Do you spring from bed at 7am with bright sparkly eyes and a brain to match? If you want perfect toast then lets hope so because your little grey cells will need to be on top form to work out this little bit of maths which, according to my newspaper, has cost £10,000 to develop. Why? Is this going to help save lives? Will knowing how to get the butter toBy A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1070045506642601902003-11-28T18:51:00.000Z2003-11-28T18:52:34.670ZEasy come...easy go!
Christmas most certainly has come early for me. My payslip arrived this morning and normally I don’t even bother tearing off the little strips to read the depressing amount I am receiving for my hard work but today I did and was astounded to see I had £1800 more than normal! It did mention something about arrears but as far as I knew I wasn’t owed anything. Pulling myselfBy A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1069961667329020932003-11-27T19:34:00.000Z2003-11-27T19:40:33.060ZI've been surfing
Some random links...just because.
A nice bowl of soup to warm your cockles...
As a big fan of the original duo I'm not sure this is a good idea.
As Doctor Who is returning (and if you have no idea who he is I suggest you check out DG's entries for last week) this guidance could come in handy one day...
By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1069932478064716722003-11-27T11:27:00.000Z2003-11-27T11:28:44.793ZIt's a girl!
God I feel old this morning. I don’t feel like I should have a fifteen year old daughter. I surely can’t look like I do? (don’t answer that!). I can’t believe it was that long ago that I spent all night willing her to get a move on and leave my body in peace. I’m not sure my body has ever been at peace again since that long, so long night but fifteen years ago it did as I lookedBy A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1069879015766505792003-11-26T20:36:00.000Z2003-11-26T20:37:41.590Z29 SDLUC
It turns out that Himself has failed to secure the first item on my wish list for this year but never mind I have plenty more ideas for him.By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1069864090721767832003-11-26T16:28:00.000Z2003-11-26T16:30:12.200ZMother's Prayer
Daughter No. 1 is 15 tomorrow. A real teenager. None of the practicing and gentle warming up that belongs with the 13 and 14 year olds. No 15 is the real thing in all it’s sulking, hyper, moody, emotional, hating, loving, full-blown hormonally bursting self. As such I offer up a prayer.
Dear God
Please grant my daughter with a couple of birthday presents from me. I wish her By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1069679940817308662003-11-24T13:19:00.000Z2003-11-24T13:19:42.750Z31 SDLUC - Vegetarians look away!
It’s time to order your Christmas bird. No this doesn’t mean Santa will try and squeeze Pamela Anderson into your festive stocking but what you will eat for Christmas lunch (Oh pleeeease – no NOT her again…)! Each year cooks deliberate over buying frozen, farm fresh, black feathered, corn-fed or organic turkeys but this year you can choose between those that By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1069619524232427182003-11-23T20:32:00.000Z2003-11-23T20:41:33.483ZWhite Christmas?
I appreciate that for some a white Christmas is nothing strange but here in England it is something of a rarity. Bets are placed each year as to whether or not a single flake will fall on a Met Office Centre. For some the idea of waking up to a blanket of snow is romantic, beautiful and the ultimate in Christmassy feel-good. If you are driving miles to see family or working By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1069616068501100762003-11-23T19:34:00.000Z2003-11-23T19:35:09.153Z32 SDLUC
Himself, having earlier in the week cancelled his game of golf for this morning because he mistakenly thought the rugby was on today instead of yesterday, was at an obvious loose end. So we trotted off to the shops to begin our Christmas shopping in earnest. Well, I trotted and Himself lagged behind but very successful it turned out to be. Although I do love shopping I am hopeless atBy A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1069514847467512122003-11-22T15:27:00.000Z2003-11-22T15:28:49.686ZYes!
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
We always make bloody hard work of these things but YES!By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1069447643384264892003-11-21T20:47:00.000Z2003-11-21T20:48:46.746ZI'm not one to gossip...but....
I've never come across this phenomena myself but apparently some people actually talk to each other on The Tube....amazing! (via The Presurfer)By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1069446437500158342003-11-21T20:27:00.000Z2003-11-21T20:28:14.340ZLove is.....not shopping
As someone who has to shop, loves to shop and will shop, to me this is incomprehensible.
As someone who has to shop (eventually) hates to shop (passionately) but will shop (under duress), to Himself this is totally comprehensible and if they throw in the divorce as well - SOLD! By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1069443772267812772003-11-21T19:42:00.000Z2003-11-21T19:43:30.186ZGo England!
Apparently there is some biggish rugby game on tomorrow morning. I’m not entirely sure of all the rules but it seems you basically need to get the ball to the other end and woe betide anyone who gets in the way. I did watch our semi-final against France and I know this is a very girly thing to say but the one thing that struck me most was the new shirts they wear – Lycra has well By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1069340840535241372003-11-20T15:07:00.000Z2003-11-20T16:39:49.576ZThey are here....
Our village is littered with green and black invaders today. They are hanging around peoples garden gates, skulking with intent. Such is their presence that they detract from the beauty that is the village as you drive through. The skeletal trees clinging to the last burnished leaves are not seen. The moorhens scrapping around for food by the little pond are dangerously By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1069250451694373562003-11-19T14:00:00.000Z2003-11-19T14:02:19.686ZFast Forward
I received this email forward today and thought I'd post it here as, a) it is so like Himself and me I'm going to check the house for bugging devices, and b) I haven't got time to think of anything original to write today!
1. Relationships
If Laurie, Linda, Elizabeth and Barbara go out for lunch, they will
call each other Laurie, Linda, Elizabeth and Barbara. If Mark, Chris, EricBy A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1069180412669368402003-11-18T18:33:00.000Z2003-11-18T18:34:06.733Z"Chopstick in man's head for five years"
Okay so now I feel a right twit. Spotted the above headline on Yahoo News and my immediate thought was this guy has been going round humming “Chopsticks” for five years! Chopsticks - you know the little tune almost everyone can play on the piano….and I’m trying to think of something witty to write about it as the page loads only to find I’m completely By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1069179813818836862003-11-18T18:23:00.000Z2003-11-18T18:24:07.996ZHow long 'til I retire??
Oh my what a start to the week, I have had no time at work to read blogs, write blogs or plan blogs. Spent most of yesterday going through projects with Boss-lady who has hopefully been allocated a bed in the hospital today ready for her op’ tomorrow. I have multi-coloured plastic wallets containing her whole working life and mine from now until she returns. She By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1068974062677530662003-11-16T09:14:00.000Z2003-11-16T09:14:53.090ZLet it snow let it snow....
So I might be getting a little bit Christmassy here and I would prefer to hang on until December but some things are just too sweet. (Link via Presurfer, who came to me via Scott)By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1068972469760089342003-11-16T08:47:00.000Z2003-11-16T08:48:20.500Z39 SDLUC
The retail season is well underway now with every shop bulging with present ideas. But how crap is some of this stuff! I have a friend who always buys Himself a joke-type Christmas present. He’s had a fart machine (definitely not required); a toupee grower (as he is somewhat follicley challenged and sensitive about it, this p**sed him off all Christmas Day); a reindeer that pooped By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1068901061579955352003-11-15T12:57:00.000Z2003-11-15T14:08:58.140ZGrow up Miranda!
I’m not sure what Miranda Sawyer is thinking. Legalising sex for 12 year olds is absolutely ludicrous! Why do we keep insisting that children have to grow up before they are ready. The furthest a 12 year old should get involved as far as sex is concerned is swooning over the latest boy band or Brittany look-alike. They can mature emotionally and physically safe in the By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1068826560701461332003-11-14T16:16:00.000Z2003-11-14T19:15:22.590ZRocky Hamilton Show
Now if you will imagine just for a moment – and absolutely no longer – that you are organising a Festival of Erotica. You have the models, the underwear, the PVC and the furniture (yes, there’s a new range of sexy sofas…). You have the music blasting at exactly 33mhz which (apparently) is the level required for it to send the ladies wild. All you need now is a celeb to By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1068825489750415652003-11-14T15:58:00.000Z2003-11-14T15:58:38.106ZBreakfast - Brussels style
1 piece of bread, toasted to perfection and topped with a knob of real butter.
1 bowl of cornflakes (Kellogg’s, naturally), sprinkled very lightly with sugar.
1 glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, with bits.
1 pot of mild alternate-culture heat-treated fermented milk!By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1068760209461038902003-11-13T21:50:00.000Z2003-11-13T21:55:55.373ZI have the power
So tired tonight after heavy day at work. My boss found out today that a major operation she has been scheduled to have has been booked in for next week. This means she will be away from work for at least 2-3 months. Today has been spent going through her diary and working out what can be sorted by others (ie me) and what will have to be cancelled (by me). We’ve sorted By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1068663993745428102003-11-12T19:06:00.000Z2003-11-12T19:11:36.750ZNo hablo Español
I haven’t mentioned anything for a while about the Spanish lessons and there’s a very good reason for this – I’m not learning Spanish. Oh I’m still going every Tuesday evening and I’m still sitting there at my desk with my books open but I’m not actually learning much. I can hold my own when asked to give directions to el hotel and I can order you a café con leche but only By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1068653854346125812003-11-12T16:17:00.000Z2003-11-12T16:18:00.733ZPathetic Predictions
Half way through the week and so far the Horror-scope exercise has been a complete failure. Nothing really has happened in my increasingly routine life that I can relate back to the prediction. I suppose it could have been on the 45th (lucky number) attempt that I finally got past the please hold, your call is important to us message yesterday but it felt more like the By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815723.post-1068548914988472612003-11-11T11:08:00.000Z2003-11-11T11:08:59.890ZOMG - pass me the sick bucket!
Yuk. Yuk. Yuk. YUK!By A Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685863577030913511noreply@blogger.com