calm.

We went to see Munich last night and I don't think i've been in such a silent cinema for ages.
Suprisingly a couple of people walked out before the end, and the guy sitting next to D was asleep [ though thankfully not snoring ] but I really liked it.
Even at 164 minutes.

Not so pleasant was having to walk out under what was promising to become a full scale ruck in the bar/nightclub that is in the same complex.
I just hope that Emma doesn't want to start going there in the near future, because seeing a tall blonde girl throwing a punch at the bouncer and her boyfriend laying into another one as their friends all pushed their way out to 'help' was not a sight that was likely to make me let her go.

As we drove out the first of 3 police vans tore past us, blues and sirens going, so it was obviously escalating nicely.
:(

Today has been good too.
I took Em and Jo to the pool and although I did very little actual swimming [ mainly playing with Jo ] i didn't stop for a couple of hours, and feel good for it.
I also booked an induction at the gym for next sunday, so that if I want I can go while D takes the girls in the pool.

Actually, i feel pretty positive about making this whole getting healthier thing.
We're eating far more veg, cutting down on the stodge/fat/sugar, and getting less sedentary in small but significant stages.
So i hope that we can continue and make this work for us all.

Oh, and I have 2 possible outfits for the gala thing.
Once I get them I might just post a couple of pics so I can decide which looks best because you can see stuff in a photo that you overlook in a mirror.

Possibly.

If I feel brave enough.

:D

damn the lack of time

Well, i've found the perfect dress here, but its custom made and it would take 8 weeks to have it made.
:(
And I don't have that long.
*sob*

so....

I'm still off work.
I'm still snotting over everything, though the tendency to wet myself with every humungous sneeze had thankfully passed.
* note to self - investigate these *
Oh, and just to clarify, No, i do not make a habit of wetting myself under stress, but when you're drinking litres and litres of liquid in order to try and replace the stuff that seems to be oozing from nose/eyes/pores your bladder can get a little over full ok?
:S

Now, where was I?

Oh, yeah, snotting.
I've been through two massive boxes of tissues, scratched my skin to pieces with every wipe [ even using soft goo enriched ones ] and have been left with scaly rhino skin in place of my baby soft epidermis.

I also have a perpetual headache.

I feel bad about taking the time off work [ god, that sounds conciencious ] but there's no way i could cope with being nice to people, or listen patiently as they try and decide what to do while my bones crack and splinter each time I move, and my eyes feel like they are p**s-holes in the snow.

Pass the tissues

Yes, I am now suffering from that wonderful virus, the common cold.

And I'm at work.

Well, for the next couple of minutes I am at least.
I'm busy scaring people with my bright red cheeks, runny eyes and general sense of wetness.
So I think i'll go home and die in peace.

Or rather, die surrounded by plaster dust, noise and mayhem.
*sniff*
*snot*
*cry*

Black Tie???????

One day I'll learn to look at the fine print before I agree to do something.
Though going by my past history it will be far, far in the future, in a galaxy far away.......

I should explain.

I got a call from one of my collegues today about a training day [ that I've already done ], a panel day [ that I have no interest in being part of ] and a product launch which would include a day at the races [ which sounded fun ].
So I checked my diary, made all the right noises, made sure that it wasn't something that would have me falling to sleep during it and said that I'd go.
I can even take Dave.
Great eh?

I should have realised .

There is always a catch.

And there, in the middle of the hotel details and coach transfers to the course, there it was.
Gala Dinner.
Black Tie Gala dinner no less.
And you know what that means.

IT MEANS A LONG FROCK!!!!!

Now this may not seem a bad thing to you poor unfortunate soul who's happened to stumble on my pathetic pretence at a blog, but take it from me, when you're 5'2" with a sizeable chest and a big tattoo on your back [ which I will of course want to show in its full glory ] it is no easy task to find a suitable frock.

The last one I went to I managed to find one, but my boobs are biger than they were then [ and yes, I am skimming over the fact that the rest of me may well be bigger too ] and I felt tlike I was straight jacketed then, so I doubt that it'll be suitable now.

Bugger.

All the sales are finished, wedding season hasn't started, and I need it by march.
:(

Time to break out the diet books I think.