You're In The Army Now.
The Night Out was pretty good, actually.
I didn't get drunk, partly because my Hiatus Hernia started playing up. So that big ol' balloon was back in my chest.
People kept complimenting my shirt, and last night Danny asked where I got it!
And there was me worrying I'd look terrible.
I said my farewells to Taz, (I really am going to miss the big greek lug) and caught the last tram back at about midnight. Where someone mistook Helen for my girlfriend (she's old enough to be my mother!) and told me off for not walking her home. My pleas that she's much tougher than I am seemed to fall on deaf ears.
I got home, took a Rennie to try to calm the Hiatus Hernia, took off my belt, and the pain was relieved instantly.
So.. not so much a Hernia, as an overweight belly.
I have since created a new hole in my belt.
I think it might be time to try dieting again.
Speaking of diets, I made pizza last night, I made the dough and everything! The recipe said to halve it if I wanted a thinner base. But since it was my first time making it, I stuck with the full recipe. When I pulled it out of the oven later, the pizza base was a good three inches thick! But it didn't half taste good :D
I'm making it again today, to try to get it right.
I also made malt loaf. It tastes okay, but I think I'll have another go at that today, too.
I'm thinking of making muffins, too. That's English muffins, that you toast, not 'cake' muffins.
It seems I've got the cooking bug again. I've noticed a cycle. It's all to do with creativity. I want to write, but I'm just not confident enough to do it, and after a while it seems to convert into a desire to cook. Next I'll be wanting to start learning Harmonica again.
Ellen's Chickenpox are gradually getting worse. She's not really suffering, or at lest, not yet. She's a little trooper, you know. Although yesterday she played hell, and was put to bed early, where she screamed at the top of her lungs for about an hour.
Man, I can't wait until that other one comes along..
They say the second child is much easier. In the case of my sisters kids, that's definitely true. Little Rebecca doesn't cry or get upset much, at all.
Although it's much easier to to appear angelic when you only see someone a few hours a week.
(Christ, who would read such a long entry?!)
I didn't get drunk, partly because my Hiatus Hernia started playing up. So that big ol' balloon was back in my chest.
People kept complimenting my shirt, and last night Danny asked where I got it!
And there was me worrying I'd look terrible.
I said my farewells to Taz, (I really am going to miss the big greek lug) and caught the last tram back at about midnight. Where someone mistook Helen for my girlfriend (she's old enough to be my mother!) and told me off for not walking her home. My pleas that she's much tougher than I am seemed to fall on deaf ears.
I got home, took a Rennie to try to calm the Hiatus Hernia, took off my belt, and the pain was relieved instantly.
So.. not so much a Hernia, as an overweight belly.
I have since created a new hole in my belt.
I think it might be time to try dieting again.
Speaking of diets, I made pizza last night, I made the dough and everything! The recipe said to halve it if I wanted a thinner base. But since it was my first time making it, I stuck with the full recipe. When I pulled it out of the oven later, the pizza base was a good three inches thick! But it didn't half taste good :D
I'm making it again today, to try to get it right.
I also made malt loaf. It tastes okay, but I think I'll have another go at that today, too.
I'm thinking of making muffins, too. That's English muffins, that you toast, not 'cake' muffins.
It seems I've got the cooking bug again. I've noticed a cycle. It's all to do with creativity. I want to write, but I'm just not confident enough to do it, and after a while it seems to convert into a desire to cook. Next I'll be wanting to start learning Harmonica again.
Ellen's Chickenpox are gradually getting worse. She's not really suffering, or at lest, not yet. She's a little trooper, you know. Although yesterday she played hell, and was put to bed early, where she screamed at the top of her lungs for about an hour.
Man, I can't wait until that other one comes along..
They say the second child is much easier. In the case of my sisters kids, that's definitely true. Little Rebecca doesn't cry or get upset much, at all.
Although it's much easier to to appear angelic when you only see someone a few hours a week.
(Christ, who would read such a long entry?!)