Ouch!

I've just stabbed myself in the middle of the pad of my left hand first finger while I was working.
Its not big, but it stings like hell.
And you'd be amazed at how often i have to put pressure on it.
:(

I just thought I'd share, ok.

be careful what you wish for

So, an hour since my last post and I'm still here.
I'm NOT showing some spotty oik that I can manage to work my way around the equipment without fainting.
I'm not explaining that YES I really do mean it when I say that I want to use free weights.
And I'm NOT trying to feel too let down when I realise that I can only lift a fraction of the weight that I used to throw around without breaking into a sweat.

I'm having a calming cup of coffee while i ponder the fact that my 2 girls only seem to daclare world war 3 whenever I'm about to leave the house.

I try not to leave the big one [who's nearly 16] in charge of the little one[ who's nearly 9] for that very reason,but all my plans went tits up today.
I had booked it when I thought that Dave would be home to look after them, but then he said that he had tickets for the Tottenham home game today, so we re-thought and decided the girls would come with me and swim while I did the gym thing.
Then we realised that the littlest has a birthday party today, and if we did that she would end up going there all full of chlorine so the big one said she would prefer to look after the little one at home anyway, and here we are.

What set them off?

What else...... the age old argument of WHO sits on the sofa/who WAS sitting on the sofa/ who sat there FIRST.

I mean , its not as if there's no other furniture in the room!
Or that they both normally end up sprawling on the floor anyway.
But no....as soon as I am doing something that means I'm downstairs you can be sure that sooner or later [ and generally its almost instantaneous] it sets off.

Bah.
Bah.
And double bloody bah.



Erm......
Is it just me , or did that sound rather sheepish.
:D

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.