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I haven't updated this thing for ages!
Busy, busy, busy.
Carl's changed job, since his new employer turned out to be a complete bastard. Lots of myther there. And no help from the government, since they won't give us money so Carl can go back to college until he's been on the dole for at least 18 months. So he's doing his open university courses and then either doing a degree with them or doing it at Reaseheath (he's doing countryside management).
Ethan's good, teething and pissy at the moment though and has started shouting 'dadadadadadada' at anything and everything. He's all big, eats mushed up lentils, sulks when you take things off him and is already interested in Nigel. Nigel will have to move soon, looks like the dining table is the only safe option for Ethan, but not for us, since we'll be cut to shreds as we eat.
I'm at weight watchers (or fat club, as my Mum and I call it). I've lost 5 1/2 pounds in 3 weeks, so I'm pleased. It's not like fat fighters, but more like an AA meeting. At our first meeting everyone clapped for someone that lost a pound and my Mum muttered under her breath 'what are they clapping for? that fat bitch has stopped herself from ramming pasties down her throat for 5 minutes? I do that every day, no-one claps for me'. The voice of real understanding there. Of course, when she found out that she'd lost half a stone over the past 3 weeks, it wasn't so bad.
College is all good. I actually really enjoy my course. I should be writing about ASBOs right now though. Seems procrastination is something that will be as difficult to shed as my bingo wings.
Also, I had some very vivid dreams last night, which included meeting a swingers group at St. Edwards church and me perfoming weird acts on someone I have NEVER thought of in a sexual way and another dream about Romulans.
Feeling a bit crappy because I'm coming down with a cold and have just found out that I'm a bit anaemic. The prunes I'll need to combat the iron tablets are low in points, hurrah.
Looking foward to our anniversary in a few weeks. We're going out for a meal and I intend to drink lots of frozen cocktails and throw empty mussel shells at fat jazz singers, that's my idea of a romantic evening out.
Busy, busy, busy.
Carl's changed job, since his new employer turned out to be a complete bastard. Lots of myther there. And no help from the government, since they won't give us money so Carl can go back to college until he's been on the dole for at least 18 months. So he's doing his open university courses and then either doing a degree with them or doing it at Reaseheath (he's doing countryside management).
Ethan's good, teething and pissy at the moment though and has started shouting 'dadadadadadada' at anything and everything. He's all big, eats mushed up lentils, sulks when you take things off him and is already interested in Nigel. Nigel will have to move soon, looks like the dining table is the only safe option for Ethan, but not for us, since we'll be cut to shreds as we eat.
I'm at weight watchers (or fat club, as my Mum and I call it). I've lost 5 1/2 pounds in 3 weeks, so I'm pleased. It's not like fat fighters, but more like an AA meeting. At our first meeting everyone clapped for someone that lost a pound and my Mum muttered under her breath 'what are they clapping for? that fat bitch has stopped herself from ramming pasties down her throat for 5 minutes? I do that every day, no-one claps for me'. The voice of real understanding there. Of course, when she found out that she'd lost half a stone over the past 3 weeks, it wasn't so bad.
College is all good. I actually really enjoy my course. I should be writing about ASBOs right now though. Seems procrastination is something that will be as difficult to shed as my bingo wings.
Also, I had some very vivid dreams last night, which included meeting a swingers group at St. Edwards church and me perfoming weird acts on someone I have NEVER thought of in a sexual way and another dream about Romulans.
Feeling a bit crappy because I'm coming down with a cold and have just found out that I'm a bit anaemic. The prunes I'll need to combat the iron tablets are low in points, hurrah.
Looking foward to our anniversary in a few weeks. We're going out for a meal and I intend to drink lots of frozen cocktails and throw empty mussel shells at fat jazz singers, that's my idea of a romantic evening out.