Since the last posting my friends and I have spent more than an average amount of time in local hostelries indulging in alcohol intake. It even included karaoke singing and nightclub dancing last night before returning to my humble abode with half the club to consume another bottle of wine.
I don't know if anyone else watches soccer am but at the moment they have a spot where anyone can send in a video of themselves/friends doing body building poses to the theme of Jean Michelle Jarre's Equinox... well I've decided to send one in of the lodger doing such poses in his boxer shorts but to add a little extra it was decided on (n the midst of the drunken haze) that we should paint an eight pack on him. Most blokes who do this body building stuff get six packs but the lodgers belly is big enough for eight!
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Friday, October 20, 2006
Memory loss
I have a confession to make.... I can't actually remember coming home last night. I have woken up fully clothed (without shoes so does that count?) in my bed. After just stumbling down the stairs to find the back door open and my dogs looking at me in disgust I discovered a half eaten kebab. Now I remember the lodger mentioning (while we were out) that he was determined to have a kebab on the way home but I don't remember the journey. Saying that I am in my own home and safe and well so it must have been ok.
Let me explain.... one of my best mates came back from holiday on Wednesday night only to go into work yesterday and be told that she doesn't have a job any more. She's a top girl, had a good job with a handsome salary and all the trimmings (car, healthcare etc) and works very hard so as far as I'm concerned didn't deserve the sort of treatment she got. So when I got the call to say she was on her way home I told her to detour, meet me at Borders bookshop for a coffee and then proceeded to explain that we were going to go home, get changed (out of corporate clothing into jeans) eat and then go out and have far to many glasses of wine... I guess we must have done that very thing. We started off with some food in the shape of sausages in a big Yorkshire pud with onion gravy which was not only very tasty but very sensible and probably accounts for me not having a splitting headache this morning. After that things went downhill fast, I remember a great deal of red wine and then vodka & tonic in a bar, oooh yeah now it's coming back to me... I was talking to a really fit young man about his muscles (God I am such a flirt when I'm drunk) still don't remember deciding to come home via the kebab shop!
Another confession... I've come back to bed with a cup of tea, still in my clothes from last night, and have written this blog under the duvet with a slight headache.... and it's not even the weekend yet! This doesn't make me a bad person does it? All I can say is that it will be the weekend by the end of todays working day (and at least I still have a working day) and this afternoon I have my friends boyfriend coming to see me to sort out his land purchase and he's really dishy so that will cheer my little day up.
Let me explain.... one of my best mates came back from holiday on Wednesday night only to go into work yesterday and be told that she doesn't have a job any more. She's a top girl, had a good job with a handsome salary and all the trimmings (car, healthcare etc) and works very hard so as far as I'm concerned didn't deserve the sort of treatment she got. So when I got the call to say she was on her way home I told her to detour, meet me at Borders bookshop for a coffee and then proceeded to explain that we were going to go home, get changed (out of corporate clothing into jeans) eat and then go out and have far to many glasses of wine... I guess we must have done that very thing. We started off with some food in the shape of sausages in a big Yorkshire pud with onion gravy which was not only very tasty but very sensible and probably accounts for me not having a splitting headache this morning. After that things went downhill fast, I remember a great deal of red wine and then vodka & tonic in a bar, oooh yeah now it's coming back to me... I was talking to a really fit young man about his muscles (God I am such a flirt when I'm drunk) still don't remember deciding to come home via the kebab shop!
Another confession... I've come back to bed with a cup of tea, still in my clothes from last night, and have written this blog under the duvet with a slight headache.... and it's not even the weekend yet! This doesn't make me a bad person does it? All I can say is that it will be the weekend by the end of todays working day (and at least I still have a working day) and this afternoon I have my friends boyfriend coming to see me to sort out his land purchase and he's really dishy so that will cheer my little day up.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Spaces
Today I find myself trying to work out what clutter I can clear out of my home, office and life so as to make space for man of my dreams.... I know, it's a bit weird but someone pointed out to me that even if the knight in shining armour came riding through town ready to swoop me up in his arms I wouldn't have the space to allow him into my life as it's already so full. Hence, I'm making space. Starting with clothes, I threw out 4 bin bags to the charity collectors last week. Toiletries I don't use, you know the sort of thing people buy you for Christmas to be sweet, not realising that there are some products that make my skin erupt like a teenager on a diet of coke and burgers. Well they went as well and I now have a cupboard and a draw in the bathroom that are empty in readiness for whatever stuff the hero needs to keep himself irresistible (to be honest I'd like it if he didn't wear aftershave, I love the smell of a clean man). So now it's time for other "stuff" so it could feel like there's something missing. I have contemplated clearing out the garage, is that sexist? I know most men love to have some garage space (obviously not for keeping a car in).
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
3-2 is a fine score
What a weekend! After a great Friday night out with the re-instated lodger and the Friday night gang in my local town I thought I was in for a hangover from hell on Saturday morning but was pleasantly surprised. Then I remembered I'd spent a couple of hours in the club talking with an old mate about life, love (or lack of it) and career decisions and not consuming the copious amounts of alcohol normally associated with this type of Friday night behavior.
I met up with my footy-buddy before the match on Saturday for a spot of lunch and a small half. We sat and discussed the 3rd football buddy who had decided not to come along and make use of his season ticket because he was "shopping". This was as you'd have expected, not a course of action that is entirely acceptable in the ranks of the football fan. While annual holidays and family bereavements, even work commitments are taken as being excusable simply shopping for carpets (which can be done on Sundays as well as Saturday mornings or weekday evenings) is simply not good. My attendant footy-buddy also had the dilemma of a night out planned for that very night with our missing carpet shopper and their respective wife and girlfriend. It was going to be a very difficult situation. The other topic of conversation was about the fact that he thought it was time I found myself a husband and made myself a respectable woman (how marriage has anything to do with that don't know). See he had independently made the decision that 40 is not the new 30 as far as being a single/never been married woman is concerned.
After a most pleasing result at the Walkers stadium with two scorching goals from Hume and a more typical goal mouth scramble to earn us all three points I traveled home feeling in the mood for a night out. I didn't rush myself to get to this night out though I did make arrangements to meet up at some point with a good friend in town. At 10.15pm I finally made my way into town and struggled through the smog (which is still allowed in our ale houses) to find said drinking partner out with a couple of blokes who obviously were on form and had been propping up the bar for some time already. The banter was already in full swing and it became obvious my face and ribs would probably be aching in a very short space of time through the constant jibes and jokes that were passing back and forth. It was an easy, jovial evening and the pub was vacated to go for the requisite Saturday night Indian restaurant, the 4 of us became 9, the 1 bottle of wine became 4 and eventually, as we left the nice men to clear up the poppadoms and various curry sauces from the new white table cloths that had initially greeted us, it was decided that the 4 of us should go for another drink. Eventually we ended up back at Chez Lyndyloo for just one final bottle of vino rosso. The 4 became 3 as one fell asleep on the sofa and then 3 became 2 as one went to the spare room to get her head down.
The 2 became engrossed in conversations about everything that could possibly discussed at that time in the morning. We found out lots of things about each other, we listened to loads of music that we shared a common interest in, we discussed the meaning of life, the universe and everything. We drank coffee and talked some more... It was a magical, getting to know you, once in a blue moon, life is good, I don't ever want this to end kind of a night/morning. Sadly these nights to have to end eventually and at 7.30am ours was over but will never be forgotten. A new friend has been made and a ski holiday has been booked. I think thatbecause nights of this nature are so few and far between it's a shame you can't bottle the feeling you get and just have a sniff of it any time you feel a bit down.
Even after the 55 minutes sleep that I managed to get before a visitor knocked on my door for an early Sunday morning coffee before having to take kids footy training, (it was something that would normally be acceptable as I'm always up to take the dogs out quite early) my mood was happy and bright. In fact my mood has been up ever since. Have to admit to being in bed by 8.30pm that night though, (a girl has to get her beauty sleep at some point you know).
Maybe this week will just keep getting better.............
I met up with my footy-buddy before the match on Saturday for a spot of lunch and a small half. We sat and discussed the 3rd football buddy who had decided not to come along and make use of his season ticket because he was "shopping". This was as you'd have expected, not a course of action that is entirely acceptable in the ranks of the football fan. While annual holidays and family bereavements, even work commitments are taken as being excusable simply shopping for carpets (which can be done on Sundays as well as Saturday mornings or weekday evenings) is simply not good. My attendant footy-buddy also had the dilemma of a night out planned for that very night with our missing carpet shopper and their respective wife and girlfriend. It was going to be a very difficult situation. The other topic of conversation was about the fact that he thought it was time I found myself a husband and made myself a respectable woman (how marriage has anything to do with that don't know). See he had independently made the decision that 40 is not the new 30 as far as being a single/never been married woman is concerned.
After a most pleasing result at the Walkers stadium with two scorching goals from Hume and a more typical goal mouth scramble to earn us all three points I traveled home feeling in the mood for a night out. I didn't rush myself to get to this night out though I did make arrangements to meet up at some point with a good friend in town. At 10.15pm I finally made my way into town and struggled through the smog (which is still allowed in our ale houses) to find said drinking partner out with a couple of blokes who obviously were on form and had been propping up the bar for some time already. The banter was already in full swing and it became obvious my face and ribs would probably be aching in a very short space of time through the constant jibes and jokes that were passing back and forth. It was an easy, jovial evening and the pub was vacated to go for the requisite Saturday night Indian restaurant, the 4 of us became 9, the 1 bottle of wine became 4 and eventually, as we left the nice men to clear up the poppadoms and various curry sauces from the new white table cloths that had initially greeted us, it was decided that the 4 of us should go for another drink. Eventually we ended up back at Chez Lyndyloo for just one final bottle of vino rosso. The 4 became 3 as one fell asleep on the sofa and then 3 became 2 as one went to the spare room to get her head down.
The 2 became engrossed in conversations about everything that could possibly discussed at that time in the morning. We found out lots of things about each other, we listened to loads of music that we shared a common interest in, we discussed the meaning of life, the universe and everything. We drank coffee and talked some more... It was a magical, getting to know you, once in a blue moon, life is good, I don't ever want this to end kind of a night/morning. Sadly these nights to have to end eventually and at 7.30am ours was over but will never be forgotten. A new friend has been made and a ski holiday has been booked. I think thatbecause nights of this nature are so few and far between it's a shame you can't bottle the feeling you get and just have a sniff of it any time you feel a bit down.
Even after the 55 minutes sleep that I managed to get before a visitor knocked on my door for an early Sunday morning coffee before having to take kids footy training, (it was something that would normally be acceptable as I'm always up to take the dogs out quite early) my mood was happy and bright. In fact my mood has been up ever since. Have to admit to being in bed by 8.30pm that night though, (a girl has to get her beauty sleep at some point you know).
Maybe this week will just keep getting better.............
Friday, October 13, 2006
A new start
Today, inspired by Chris Evans's blog on the beeb site I've decided to create my very own. It's probably also because I'm waiting in for my replacement mobile phone to arrive. I managed to drop mine down the toilet and even though I dried it out it has decided it doesn't love me any more:(
I suppose I ought to say a bit about me but that's a bit naff so I'll leave it to a few basic facts... I'm Lyndyloo (Lynda is my grown up name) I'm 38, single and have a couple of beautiful labradors called Roobear and Booboo. Enough me thinks.
This week I've acquired a new lodger, or should I say I've re-acquired an old lodger? He's my old pal and he's no trouble as a lodger, in fact, in a lot of ways he's an asset. It will be a bit strange sharing my home with him again after all this time, last time was about 10 years ago.
I've been in a quandary this week and to be honest this year about the fact that in December I'll be 39, that's nearly 40 and I'm still single, never married, no kids and no b/f. I always regarded the single status as being totally acceptable for anyone in their 30's but I'm not sure it's quite as easy to "get away with" once you turn the big 40. It might be something I voice on the CE blog and see what other people think.
Perhaps I'm worrying unnecessarily and it is a perfectly acceptable thing to have managed to get through this much of my life without conforming, after all I'm a healthy, normal (ish) woman with a load of great friends and family, a job I love and a lovely home. I suppose if I look at it like that then it seems like there's not a great deal wrong. In fact it's only fair to say I think it is ok not to have been married but the older I get the more I see the "good grief what's wrong with her" looks from people. It's the women more than the men that seem to have a problem with it, normally the women that have children. Anyway, like I said it might all just be in my imagination.
I suppose I ought to say a bit about me but that's a bit naff so I'll leave it to a few basic facts... I'm Lyndyloo (Lynda is my grown up name) I'm 38, single and have a couple of beautiful labradors called Roobear and Booboo. Enough me thinks.
This week I've acquired a new lodger, or should I say I've re-acquired an old lodger? He's my old pal and he's no trouble as a lodger, in fact, in a lot of ways he's an asset. It will be a bit strange sharing my home with him again after all this time, last time was about 10 years ago.
I've been in a quandary this week and to be honest this year about the fact that in December I'll be 39, that's nearly 40 and I'm still single, never married, no kids and no b/f. I always regarded the single status as being totally acceptable for anyone in their 30's but I'm not sure it's quite as easy to "get away with" once you turn the big 40. It might be something I voice on the CE blog and see what other people think.
Perhaps I'm worrying unnecessarily and it is a perfectly acceptable thing to have managed to get through this much of my life without conforming, after all I'm a healthy, normal (ish) woman with a load of great friends and family, a job I love and a lovely home. I suppose if I look at it like that then it seems like there's not a great deal wrong. In fact it's only fair to say I think it is ok not to have been married but the older I get the more I see the "good grief what's wrong with her" looks from people. It's the women more than the men that seem to have a problem with it, normally the women that have children. Anyway, like I said it might all just be in my imagination.
Does anyone out there know anyone looking for any land in the Bahamas? I know it's a strange question but it's one I have to ask, over and over, it's just a networking thing I have to do otherwise Rich(sales) has a dig at me for not talking to enough people about it all. Anyway if you do then please email sales@rexhaven.co.uk and a lovely bod (sales support) will help you out.
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