30th September, 2007 (8:39 pm)
The Day Without the Break (4)
I’ve had a lovely quiet day at home today - the perfect Sunday. M brought me breakfast in bed, where I stayed until almost noon reading under the heavy, cosy weight of the duvet. This afternoon involved some light housework, ironing, some PC maintenance/backups, a Sky+ catch-up and then a little more reading. All in all, a nice, calm, relaxing day.
Not once was I alone. Climbing all over me as I read, his bony little elbows and knees piercing and bruising me, pulling at my arm as I sat in front of the PC, glaring miserably at me across a six foot gap I insisted he kept whilst I ironed his clothes, S didn’t leave my side. Not once. Only putting him to bed this evening severed the cord - and even then he grizzled, mumbling to himself as he took forever to eventually go to sleep.
I love to be with him. Each hour at work is an age without him and I miss him so much when we’re apart . . . But sometimes? Sometimes I just need a little space where I can sit down for fifteen minutes and not have someone crawl all over me, battering me like they’re tenderising a bloody steak. Sometimes I need my space to be just that: my own.
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29th September, 2007 (6:04 pm)
The Day With The Terrific Cleavage (3)
I’ve lost almost four pounds in a couple of weeks. Not great, but not bad, particularly as it’s the first time in about seven hundred years that I’ve lost weight in two consecutive weeks … and if you factor in pizza and a Chinese takeaway too.
I have to be so careful when I attempt to lose weight. I get so hung up on it and ever-so-slightly obsessive, so I almost have to trick myself into thinking, well, you’re not really going to lose weight - it’s just - air quote - healthy eating. Then I can be good without sliding into an irreversible eating disorder that claims what little sanity I have left. As it is, it’s a tricky balance to strike - and a pretty good reason to stay curveous (re: fat), let’s face it. Plus I’ve finally reached that point in my life where I don’t care what the scales say. REALLY. It was like a light went off in my head, making me realise that, really, it didn’t make any fucking difference to ANYTHING else in my life. I’m cute, I’m funny, I don’t crack mirrors, I have a terrific cleavage and despite the extra padding, I’ve managed to land myself a smokin’ hottie of a husband with whom I’ve made the most delicious child on the face of the planet. Really, does my trouser size impact on any of that? All I want to be is healthy and as I don’t particularly want to lose loads - just a little to tone up the wobbly bits - all I really need to do is pick up the pace by changing my my-sofa-has-an-ass-groove lifestyle. It’s pretty achievable. Ish.
Anyway, the interesting - and highly amusing - thing, is that I’ve convinced (HA!) M to play Badminton with me. It was getting harder and harder to squeeze in games in and/or around work, and with competing work schedules, the gaps between games were getting longer and longer. I’ve always thought that Badminton was the nerdy relation of tennis - you know, that cousin that turns up in his braces and turn-ups just as Tennis is flexing his muscles and showboating in front of the blonde cheerleader with the huge rack - and I was soooooooo unimpressed when the girls in work said they played (they lost their cool points there and then). I joined in with pained reluctance when someone didn’t turn up for doubles and - bang - what do you know? Vixx has just discovered the first competitive sport she’s ever shown the slightest bit of interest in playing. Weird.
So after some careful, considerate and well-timed badgering, I finally wore M down. We’re now playing for an hour once or twice a week and whilst that’s not marathonesque, it’s hard fucking work. My arm hurts like shit the following day as, thankfully, I have that desperate, slightly fightening need to win these crap unprofessional badminton matches as I do with everything else in my life. We don’t play nicely, M and I. In fact, we hammer shit out of the shuttlecock with the express intention of blinding our spouse. It’s probably not all that healthy for the marriage . . . but hey, it’s good news for the blubber.
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28th September, 2007 (7:27 pm)
The Bit About WiFi Wierdness (2)
I don’t know why people freak out about the security - or lack thereof - of WiFi.
I’ve been trying to jack into someone else’s line for weeks with my PDA and I’ve not managed it once.
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26th September, 2007 (7:13 am)
The Bit About Family Guy (4)
Perhaps I shouldn’t let S watch Family Guy. Not unless I’m prepared to withstand the embarrassment of my four year old son screaming “VI-O-LENCE IN MOOOOOOOVIES and SEX ON TV!” in public.
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25th September, 2007 (8:21 am)
The Bit About the 2.3 Upgrade (1)
I’ve just upgraded to 2.3 (Christ, the Instant Upgrade plugin is FANTASTIC).
Everything appears to have gone smoothly but, as always, please let me know if you see anything amiss around here. Do your best to break the place and poke around in those dark, dirty corners that I try to cover up with chintzy sheer material and keep hidden away and please let me know if that lag returns.
Am currently home awaiting delivery of my TV (the dispatch notice came about an hour after I posted yesterday’s entry. Yay!). I’m praying that it comes before 12.30pm, as I have a meeting this afternoon that I have to go to. It’ll be just our luck that it arrives ten minutes after I leave!
ETA: Archives have gone wonky. Will have to fix, although as already using the latest plugin version, will have to await the 2.3 compatible version. All fixed.
Oh, and according to Parcelforce, they track my TV’s estimated arrival as the 3rd October. What the fuck? Am SO annoyed. ETA: It arrived just before half six! HAZZAH! I CAN PLAY GUITAR HERO AGAIN!
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