I haven't blogged for nearly 3 months, due to how busy I have been. If there is anyone actually reading this - apologies. I shall rectify this asap. But today is my birthday. 23....
Until tomorrow
Mil x
Seeking Rugby Player Who Can Cook
A blog about my life, for your entertainment.
Monday 25 April 2011
Monday 14 February 2011
V-day
Hello hello.
A very Happy Valentines Day to you all :)
(unless you are all sickeningly loved up and happy... Bitter... Me? No no...)
Word of the day..... Abridgment - summary, synopsis, shortening.
So........
Today is Valentines Day. And I shall tell you how I spent it... Learning about music software, and watching the horrors/beauty of childbirth on One Born Every Minute. After which, I decided I was never giving birth. Ever. I have to thank Miss-Martini, Miss-Horlicks, and the wonderfully comfortable in her own skin Miss-Lolly-Belle for a fantastic evening of food and fun. Many a hilarious conversation had. I love them lots.
Spent the weekend at Squidge's uni, visiting her for birthday celebrations. Twas absolutely grand. Trees-Are-Green and K-Loft also accompanied. All was well until we got lost. Now, in no way am I being big-headed when I say this, but I am good at directions. Fact. Trees-Are-Green however, is not. Also a fact. Tell me, why is it that when people are lost, instead of pulling over and sorting it out, they keep driving! Possibly hoping that the right way or chosen destination will just pop right out at the next corner. No, afraid not. Therefore, if the Sat Nav says left, GO LEFT. Don't think you know better and go right! Recipe for disaster. Rant over. After a little bit of an tense drive, we had lunch, shopped, and all were merry. That's the beauty of family. You have a tiff, and it's forgotten in the next instant.
I must apologise. A vital piece of embarrassing information happened recently and I failed to document it. Perhaps because it was just so typical of me. I got kissed. Yes, I did. And it was lovely. He was lovely. Alas, of course, being the uber GEEK that I am... I crushed his nose, got hit in the head by an intruding branch, preceded to unlock my already unlocked car, said something both inaudible and incomprehensible, and then had to reverse right in front of him. I possibly made it the most awkward moment ever. As if first kisses aren't awkward enough. Sheesh.
And so, in abridgment, that my dear readers, is why I am single on this very Valentines day. Big shout out to Trees-Are-Green though for my 'Jelly Hearts of Love', (heart shaped jelly sweets in case you were wondering). Tasty!
Also, just something that crossed my mind as I day dreamed during staff briefing the other morning... You can match certain people to a type of dog. I was aimlessy scanning the room when I thought this one person looked exactly like a poodle. The likeness was uncanny and as I moved on to others, I started to pair them with their canine lookalikes. Honestly, try it.
I daydream way to much...
Until next time,
Mil x
A very Happy Valentines Day to you all :)
(unless you are all sickeningly loved up and happy... Bitter... Me? No no...)
Word of the day..... Abridgment - summary, synopsis, shortening.
So........
Today is Valentines Day. And I shall tell you how I spent it... Learning about music software, and watching the horrors/beauty of childbirth on One Born Every Minute. After which, I decided I was never giving birth. Ever. I have to thank Miss-Martini, Miss-Horlicks, and the wonderfully comfortable in her own skin Miss-Lolly-Belle for a fantastic evening of food and fun. Many a hilarious conversation had. I love them lots.
Spent the weekend at Squidge's uni, visiting her for birthday celebrations. Twas absolutely grand. Trees-Are-Green and K-Loft also accompanied. All was well until we got lost. Now, in no way am I being big-headed when I say this, but I am good at directions. Fact. Trees-Are-Green however, is not. Also a fact. Tell me, why is it that when people are lost, instead of pulling over and sorting it out, they keep driving! Possibly hoping that the right way or chosen destination will just pop right out at the next corner. No, afraid not. Therefore, if the Sat Nav says left, GO LEFT. Don't think you know better and go right! Recipe for disaster. Rant over. After a little bit of an tense drive, we had lunch, shopped, and all were merry. That's the beauty of family. You have a tiff, and it's forgotten in the next instant.
I must apologise. A vital piece of embarrassing information happened recently and I failed to document it. Perhaps because it was just so typical of me. I got kissed. Yes, I did. And it was lovely. He was lovely. Alas, of course, being the uber GEEK that I am... I crushed his nose, got hit in the head by an intruding branch, preceded to unlock my already unlocked car, said something both inaudible and incomprehensible, and then had to reverse right in front of him. I possibly made it the most awkward moment ever. As if first kisses aren't awkward enough. Sheesh.
And so, in abridgment, that my dear readers, is why I am single on this very Valentines day. Big shout out to Trees-Are-Green though for my 'Jelly Hearts of Love', (heart shaped jelly sweets in case you were wondering). Tasty!
Also, just something that crossed my mind as I day dreamed during staff briefing the other morning... You can match certain people to a type of dog. I was aimlessy scanning the room when I thought this one person looked exactly like a poodle. The likeness was uncanny and as I moved on to others, I started to pair them with their canine lookalikes. Honestly, try it.
I daydream way to much...
Until next time,
Mil x
Tuesday 8 February 2011
Buddy Holly
Hello,
Today I went to the Opticians. Now, is it me or is there something hilariously funny about having someones head exceptionally close, practically touching, to your face? I'm quite a fan of having my own personal space, and for some reason the vision of a man about a centimeter from my face with a funny light inspecting my eyes literally cracked me up. And then of course your mind thinks of a hundred and one funny moments in your life that in turn multiply the giggle factor by 10. Why on earth would you own mind cooperate in times like this eh? Of course not. I had to bite on my tongue so hard to stop. Also didn't help that he was absolutely beautiful.
So embarrassing.
Then I got my umbrella caught in the door on the way out. Tit.
And yes, I need glasses. Tempted to go for Buddy Holly style frames. We'll see.
Off to the gym.
Mil x
Today I went to the Opticians. Now, is it me or is there something hilariously funny about having someones head exceptionally close, practically touching, to your face? I'm quite a fan of having my own personal space, and for some reason the vision of a man about a centimeter from my face with a funny light inspecting my eyes literally cracked me up. And then of course your mind thinks of a hundred and one funny moments in your life that in turn multiply the giggle factor by 10. Why on earth would you own mind cooperate in times like this eh? Of course not. I had to bite on my tongue so hard to stop. Also didn't help that he was absolutely beautiful.
So embarrassing.
Then I got my umbrella caught in the door on the way out. Tit.
And yes, I need glasses. Tempted to go for Buddy Holly style frames. We'll see.
Off to the gym.
Mil x
Thursday 3 February 2011
Will I get up at 6.30 to go running???
Hello,
Two things...
1. Crazy Samba boy was absent. No wood-chips in the eye for me!!
2. Do not blame your metabolism if you put on weight! It annoys me when people shift the blame on to an innocent factor. It is more likely the four flapjacks and chicken satay you ate. Eh?
Ok three things.
3. I burnt 910 calories at the gym. Also attempting to go for a 10 min jog in the mornings. HA. I know, but we'll see...
Mil x
Two things...
1. Crazy Samba boy was absent. No wood-chips in the eye for me!!
2. Do not blame your metabolism if you put on weight! It annoys me when people shift the blame on to an innocent factor. It is more likely the four flapjacks and chicken satay you ate. Eh?
Ok three things.
3. I burnt 910 calories at the gym. Also attempting to go for a 10 min jog in the mornings. HA. I know, but we'll see...
Mil x
Wednesday 2 February 2011
'Sizzling Cinnamon'
Hello hello,
It's been a while eh? Apologies, being back at school is BUSY.
(Still need to buy a dictionary - someone please remind me).
Now, I'd like to start with a friend of mine. Miss-Horlicks. We attempted to make a casserole, which thankfully turned out beautifully. The process however, was hilarious. Firstly, upon receiving the carrots that had been chopped up and were about to be added to our dish by myself, I realised that Miss-Horlicks did not know that carrots had to be peeled beforehand. Also, as I was making the mash (mixture of normal and sweet potato - LUSH!) I turned around to see that Miss Horlicks was adding gravy to the casserole. This would have been fine. But instead of mixing the gravy granules to hot water first....... she added the water to our dish and sprinkled the granules on top, giving it all a poke here and there so it would 'mix in'. REALLY? I think her reaction when I asked her what she was doing, and explained the right way was the most amusing. Too funny. Still, as I said, it turned out pretty tasty.
This already hilarious evening then became even funnier when we played Jelly-Bean Russian Roulette. All was going well until I chose what seemed to be a lovely pink one (and therefore in my mind could only be 'Strawberry Sundae' or the like). OH. NO. It was 'Sizzling Cinnamon'!!!!! Sizzlingly rank more like. That is one of the only tastes I hate with a passion (alongside ginger). As soon as I bit into it, I'm ashamed to say I spat it right back out - with force. I challenge anyone to eat a 'Sizzling Cinnamon' Jelly-Bean. Ew. this was then followed by what I thought was 'Chocolate Pudding' which was unfortunately 'Root Beer'. Deceiving. Why on earth is root bear a Jelly-Bean flavour. Why? Disgusting. I had to eat a lot of 'Buttered Popcorn' and 'Toasted Marshmallow' to get over it.
I went out on the Saturday just gone (first night out since New Year) and literally danced the night away. There was no stopping me. Busting a move here there and everywhere, turns, popping - you name it, I probablydid tried it. It is a definite, and most probable, possibility that I looked like a complete idiot. But I did, and do not, care one little bit. Thank you to Miss-Lolly-Belle, Miss-Horlicks, Miss-Bin-Lid and Miss-Martini for one of the best nights ever. :)
The detox... I lost four pounds... And have probably put it all back on with the amount of alcohol I consumed this weekend. Not to mention the curry. Ah well. Curves all the way I say.
Also just wanted to say... I cannot stand some drivers. How hard is it to indicate at a junction? EH? How hard is it to give way when you're supposed to? EH? Just drive properly!!! Road rage to the max.
My achievement for the week - not getting hit by the kid in Samba band. Honestly, he proper goes for it. The stick he uses has wood chips flying off at all angles. It's a mission to dodge the bits of wood coming at you whilst playing your part. We've had to get the technology teachers to make us some more. No point buying them, they'll be demolished in a week!
So that's just a few bits. Not really that interesting. Speak soon,
Mil x
It's been a while eh? Apologies, being back at school is BUSY.
(Still need to buy a dictionary - someone please remind me).
Now, I'd like to start with a friend of mine. Miss-Horlicks. We attempted to make a casserole, which thankfully turned out beautifully. The process however, was hilarious. Firstly, upon receiving the carrots that had been chopped up and were about to be added to our dish by myself, I realised that Miss-Horlicks did not know that carrots had to be peeled beforehand. Also, as I was making the mash (mixture of normal and sweet potato - LUSH!) I turned around to see that Miss Horlicks was adding gravy to the casserole. This would have been fine. But instead of mixing the gravy granules to hot water first....... she added the water to our dish and sprinkled the granules on top, giving it all a poke here and there so it would 'mix in'. REALLY? I think her reaction when I asked her what she was doing, and explained the right way was the most amusing. Too funny. Still, as I said, it turned out pretty tasty.
This already hilarious evening then became even funnier when we played Jelly-Bean Russian Roulette. All was going well until I chose what seemed to be a lovely pink one (and therefore in my mind could only be 'Strawberry Sundae' or the like). OH. NO. It was 'Sizzling Cinnamon'!!!!! Sizzlingly rank more like. That is one of the only tastes I hate with a passion (alongside ginger). As soon as I bit into it, I'm ashamed to say I spat it right back out - with force. I challenge anyone to eat a 'Sizzling Cinnamon' Jelly-Bean. Ew. this was then followed by what I thought was 'Chocolate Pudding' which was unfortunately 'Root Beer'. Deceiving. Why on earth is root bear a Jelly-Bean flavour. Why? Disgusting. I had to eat a lot of 'Buttered Popcorn' and 'Toasted Marshmallow' to get over it.
I went out on the Saturday just gone (first night out since New Year) and literally danced the night away. There was no stopping me. Busting a move here there and everywhere, turns, popping - you name it, I probably
The detox... I lost four pounds... And have probably put it all back on with the amount of alcohol I consumed this weekend. Not to mention the curry. Ah well. Curves all the way I say.
Also just wanted to say... I cannot stand some drivers. How hard is it to indicate at a junction? EH? How hard is it to give way when you're supposed to? EH? Just drive properly!!! Road rage to the max.
My achievement for the week - not getting hit by the kid in Samba band. Honestly, he proper goes for it. The stick he uses has wood chips flying off at all angles. It's a mission to dodge the bits of wood coming at you whilst playing your part. We've had to get the technology teachers to make us some more. No point buying them, they'll be demolished in a week!
So that's just a few bits. Not really that interesting. Speak soon,
Mil x
Thursday 20 January 2011
I can't think of a title.
Hello,
I just wanted to say Hello, and leave a very short entry to make up for the previous ma-hooos-ive essay.
So this week......
Firstly, I have kept to my detox. Haven't even slipped once. I know, can't quite believe it myself. And I feel fan-bloomin-tastic.
Secondly, I have literally fallen in love with Cornwall. Every evening this week I have driven home besides breathtaking views and sunsets.
Thirdly, for those of you who know me well, you may find this amusing. I do! If you don't know me, then skip to 'Fourthly...'. A young man has started to work at my school. In my department (music). He's tall. Mousy blonde. Very polite and extremely eloquent. Looks exactly like someone I used to know. Bit of a Raa. Can't decide to whether to be a music teacher or a priest...
(If you didn't skip to 'Fourthly', and in case you think I'm being disrespectful, I am not).
Fourthly, I love my job.
Fifthly, don't feelings have funny ways of doing what they want without you knowing, then suddenly appearing from nowhere. Completely inconsiderate. Perhaps I don't particularly want to feel that emotion, eh?!
Sixthly, my mum is the most amazing person in the world.
Seventhly, I am now re-reading New Moon. Need I say more...
There, all lovey dovey reflective stuff done. Sarcastic Mil will return next time.
Mil x
I just wanted to say Hello, and leave a very short entry to make up for the previous ma-hooos-ive essay.
So this week......
Firstly, I have kept to my detox. Haven't even slipped once. I know, can't quite believe it myself. And I feel fan-bloomin-tastic.
Secondly, I have literally fallen in love with Cornwall. Every evening this week I have driven home besides breathtaking views and sunsets.
Thirdly, for those of you who know me well, you may find this amusing. I do! If you don't know me, then skip to 'Fourthly...'. A young man has started to work at my school. In my department (music). He's tall. Mousy blonde. Very polite and extremely eloquent. Looks exactly like someone I used to know. Bit of a Raa. Can't decide to whether to be a music teacher or a priest...
(If you didn't skip to 'Fourthly', and in case you think I'm being disrespectful, I am not).
Fourthly, I love my job.
Fifthly, don't feelings have funny ways of doing what they want without you knowing, then suddenly appearing from nowhere. Completely inconsiderate. Perhaps I don't particularly want to feel that emotion, eh?!
Sixthly, my mum is the most amazing person in the world.
Seventhly, I am now re-reading New Moon. Need I say more...
There, all lovey dovey reflective stuff done. Sarcastic Mil will return next time.
Mil x
Monday 17 January 2011
How to steal a million...
Dear readers,
Warning... this entry will be LONG!
As I'm not writing everyday I have decided to change 'Word of the Day' to 'Word of this Entry', which this time is.... nothing because I'm nice and comfy in bed and can't be bothered to get my Thesaurus. Someone please remind me to buy a dictionary (or if you're really lovely, buy me one). However I do have a quote of the day....
"Mil, how much does a helicopter cost."
"I don't know, about 300 grand, why?"
"I'm going to buy one."
"What?!?!?!"
Apologies for not writing in an age, it's a rubbish excuse but I really have been busy. To those of you who have moaned (one person in particular) I have honestly been practically rushed off my UGG enveloped feet. Yes that's right, the UGGs arrived and I love (just worked out I could use Bold) them. Toasty toes and cushioned feet for me, I am now fully prepared for this diabolical weather, Seal Sanctuaries and all. (Although it may not be a good idea to wear the UGGs in rain but no matter).
Seeing as it's been a while, I shall give you a general overview of my most recent events...
On Sunday myself and Squidge went to Papa (dad) and Shell's (step-mum) house. Ate lots, went for a walk, watched a movie, the usual. The movie was 'How to Steal a Million' with Audrey Hepburn and Peter O'Toole (hot). I love old movies, so classic and timeless. That's when celebrities were proper celebrities and glamour was elegant and proper glamour. Not flashing your tits one day and hitting the Z-list the next. A friend of mine has never seen a film starring Audrey Hepburn! Unbelievable, she is an absolute icon. My favourite moment of the day had to be when Papa and Shell found out the Squidge smokes. To which Shell said, "Oh you smoke, well why aren't you skinny?!" Shame!!! Luckily Squidge was amused. Nearly peed.
Uni was as interesting as ever. My boredom started with doodling, pathetic really seeing as Papa is an artist, I can't even draw a decent heart - one side is always lopsided (fail). Then I drifted off in to the land of dreams. I was blissfully daydreaming about a range of things totally unrelated to the lecture when Ron Weasley popped in, much to my delight. I love him, and may I just say in the latest film he got BUFF. Totally fit. Ooh, I also passed an assignment/essay/thing, quite well too (much to my surprise as I was convinced it was pure tat) so my boredom was lifted.
I have recently discovered the bass and treble buttons on my car CD player. Now, each morning I drive to school/uni enjoying my own little disco (who still says disco?!) party in my Ka, singing my little heart out and dancing as much as possible when driving. Completely oblivious as usual, I didn't realise that everyone I drive past thinks I'm an absolute lune. Perhaps it's because I drive along and rock up to whichever destination with Pendulum blasting whilst whipping my hair back and forth (not literally, I DO keep my eyes on the road!). But really, at risk of sounding like a boy racer, what is it about loud music and a great bass line that makes you jump around (again, not literally) in your car singing at the top of your voice and having a grand old time?? I would just like to stipulate that I am a very safe driver (passed my test with only two minors, although admittedly I'm not sure how as I went drastically over, not round, a roundabout but whatever, matey didn't notice) so there is no need to worry about being a passenger at all. :D
I attended a Zumba class this week. This consisted of a packed out gym with excitable women and the most beautiful male specimen shaking his Latino lovelies right in front of my eyes (often a bit too in front for comfort) and shouting "Come on ladies, let me see those hips shake!" Well, mine do more than shake mate, the word wobble uncontrollably would be more appropriate. He's gay of course :( why would such a beautiful man who can dance be straight? It's not fair. My lovely friend Miss-Clinton is starting up a Zumba class, she will be amazing at it, and it made me think of her. Daydreaming as I often do, I was then swiftly brought back to the room by a gyrating lower half and a scarily fast shimmying top half. Twas much fun indeed.
This weekend I spent in Manchester. A friend organised a mini reunion of his previous birthday night out and I had a blast!! Seeing as I'm now the size of a semi-detached I felt like issuing a warning so they wouldn't be too shocked when they saw me. "Due to a shed load of cake and potato I'm afraid Skinny Millie has left the building. Please do not be alarmed, she will not eat you and will be back to normal soon." Speaking of which, today was the start of a detox and extreme fitness program I'm doing at my gym. I shall tell you how it goes, probably need a cake tomorrow. NO MIL!!! Where on earth is my willpower?? I will do this detox!! So I travelled seven hours each way, which isn't as horrific as it sounds because I re-read Twilight, completely engrossed from cover to cover, totally lost in the world of Edward Cullen, consumed in the romance and adventure - obviously I was Bella. Isn't it wonderful where a book can take you. And when you re-read one, much like when you watch a film you've already seen, you pick up the little bits that you didn't before. I love that. So yes, my night out in Manchester was immense. From tequila and Vogue to chicken and breasts, I had a wonderfully intoxicated and hilarious night. Even got a keyring (rip off) to reminisce whenever I like. My hangover however, was delayed and decided to present itself as soon as I sat down on the train home. Don't you just hate that? You feel fresh as a daisy the morning after a good night out (probably still a little inebriated) thinking you've escaped a hangover and then BANG! It doesn't even creep up on you, it just appears abruptly later on (although, can't complain - totally self inflicted). There was only one thing that could save me. Actually, two - Edward Cullen and Ribena.
Soooo, what else happened? Oh, I found my song to cheer me up whatever the weather. 'Hold Yuh' by Gyptian! A song that can immediately lift you from a bad mood. Much like the car dance, I went crazy in my room. The kind of dancing you would never do in public, or in fact anywhere but the confinements of your own bedroom - the only audience being any stuffed toys and possibly the cat (even he looked at me weirdly). Don't pretend we don't all enjoy a bit of crazy dancing every once in a while. Sometimes, the hairbrush comes in too and suddenly I'm Beyonce on tour, shaking my tail feather to the Single Ladies routine and singing at the top of my lungs, pretending there's an audience - my fans. HA! It's good to let go sometimes :).
Also, went to the cinema this week to see 'The King's Speech' - an absolutely amazing film, you have to see it! Ended up arriving there late due to THE most annoyingly and unnecessarily slow driver who was in front of us - the - entire - way! This resulted in walking in to a packed screening and scrambling to find four seats together. The only option was the back row, right at the back. Now, this is supposedly where everyone cops off right? So the first time I ever sit on the back row is with three friends - none of whom I am romantically involved with whatsoever. Typical. Brilliant company though and the film really is amazing.
Oh my goodness I nearly forgot. Last but not least - I had the most amazing dream. The kind that you wake up from, actually remember, and wish you were still in. I dreamt I was married to the most gorgeous rugby player who could cook!!!!! Honestly!!! Best dream of my life! But, alas, it was only a blooming dream. I went to bed the next night hoping to pick up where I left off (wink) but of course it didn't happen. Boo. Maybe I'll try again tonight.....
I seem to have written rather a lot, but I suppose it's a weeks worth. I really should be preparing for tomorrow. I'm teaching part of a lesson to my peers whilst they are invited to give their opinion and evaluate me. Oh, dear. Never mind, if it all goes pear shaped - which it probably will - I can do it again. I think. So yes, best get planning.
I hope you enjoy this one.
Mil x
Warning... this entry will be LONG!
As I'm not writing everyday I have decided to change 'Word of the Day' to 'Word of this Entry', which this time is.... nothing because I'm nice and comfy in bed and can't be bothered to get my Thesaurus. Someone please remind me to buy a dictionary (or if you're really lovely, buy me one). However I do have a quote of the day....
"Mil, how much does a helicopter cost."
"I don't know, about 300 grand, why?"
"I'm going to buy one."
"What?!?!?!"
Apologies for not writing in an age, it's a rubbish excuse but I really have been busy. To those of you who have moaned (one person in particular) I have honestly been practically rushed off my UGG enveloped feet. Yes that's right, the UGGs arrived and I love (just worked out I could use Bold) them. Toasty toes and cushioned feet for me, I am now fully prepared for this diabolical weather, Seal Sanctuaries and all. (Although it may not be a good idea to wear the UGGs in rain but no matter).
Seeing as it's been a while, I shall give you a general overview of my most recent events...
On Sunday myself and Squidge went to Papa (dad) and Shell's (step-mum) house. Ate lots, went for a walk, watched a movie, the usual. The movie was 'How to Steal a Million' with Audrey Hepburn and Peter O'Toole (hot). I love old movies, so classic and timeless. That's when celebrities were proper celebrities and glamour was elegant and proper glamour. Not flashing your tits one day and hitting the Z-list the next. A friend of mine has never seen a film starring Audrey Hepburn! Unbelievable, she is an absolute icon. My favourite moment of the day had to be when Papa and Shell found out the Squidge smokes. To which Shell said, "Oh you smoke, well why aren't you skinny?!" Shame!!! Luckily Squidge was amused. Nearly peed.
Uni was as interesting as ever. My boredom started with doodling, pathetic really seeing as Papa is an artist, I can't even draw a decent heart - one side is always lopsided (fail). Then I drifted off in to the land of dreams. I was blissfully daydreaming about a range of things totally unrelated to the lecture when Ron Weasley popped in, much to my delight. I love him, and may I just say in the latest film he got BUFF. Totally fit. Ooh, I also passed an assignment/essay/thing, quite well too (much to my surprise as I was convinced it was pure tat) so my boredom was lifted.
I have recently discovered the bass and treble buttons on my car CD player. Now, each morning I drive to school/uni enjoying my own little disco (who still says disco?!) party in my Ka, singing my little heart out and dancing as much as possible when driving. Completely oblivious as usual, I didn't realise that everyone I drive past thinks I'm an absolute lune. Perhaps it's because I drive along and rock up to whichever destination with Pendulum blasting whilst whipping my hair back and forth (not literally, I DO keep my eyes on the road!). But really, at risk of sounding like a boy racer, what is it about loud music and a great bass line that makes you jump around (again, not literally) in your car singing at the top of your voice and having a grand old time?? I would just like to stipulate that I am a very safe driver (passed my test with only two minors, although admittedly I'm not sure how as I went drastically over, not round, a roundabout but whatever, matey didn't notice) so there is no need to worry about being a passenger at all. :D
I attended a Zumba class this week. This consisted of a packed out gym with excitable women and the most beautiful male specimen shaking his Latino lovelies right in front of my eyes (often a bit too in front for comfort) and shouting "Come on ladies, let me see those hips shake!" Well, mine do more than shake mate, the word wobble uncontrollably would be more appropriate. He's gay of course :( why would such a beautiful man who can dance be straight? It's not fair. My lovely friend Miss-Clinton is starting up a Zumba class, she will be amazing at it, and it made me think of her. Daydreaming as I often do, I was then swiftly brought back to the room by a gyrating lower half and a scarily fast shimmying top half. Twas much fun indeed.
This weekend I spent in Manchester. A friend organised a mini reunion of his previous birthday night out and I had a blast!! Seeing as I'm now the size of a semi-detached I felt like issuing a warning so they wouldn't be too shocked when they saw me. "Due to a shed load of cake and potato I'm afraid Skinny Millie has left the building. Please do not be alarmed, she will not eat you and will be back to normal soon." Speaking of which, today was the start of a detox and extreme fitness program I'm doing at my gym. I shall tell you how it goes, probably need a cake tomorrow. NO MIL!!! Where on earth is my willpower?? I will do this detox!! So I travelled seven hours each way, which isn't as horrific as it sounds because I re-read Twilight, completely engrossed from cover to cover, totally lost in the world of Edward Cullen, consumed in the romance and adventure - obviously I was Bella. Isn't it wonderful where a book can take you. And when you re-read one, much like when you watch a film you've already seen, you pick up the little bits that you didn't before. I love that. So yes, my night out in Manchester was immense. From tequila and Vogue to chicken and breasts, I had a wonderfully intoxicated and hilarious night. Even got a keyring (rip off) to reminisce whenever I like. My hangover however, was delayed and decided to present itself as soon as I sat down on the train home. Don't you just hate that? You feel fresh as a daisy the morning after a good night out (probably still a little inebriated) thinking you've escaped a hangover and then BANG! It doesn't even creep up on you, it just appears abruptly later on (although, can't complain - totally self inflicted). There was only one thing that could save me. Actually, two - Edward Cullen and Ribena.
Soooo, what else happened? Oh, I found my song to cheer me up whatever the weather. 'Hold Yuh' by Gyptian! A song that can immediately lift you from a bad mood. Much like the car dance, I went crazy in my room. The kind of dancing you would never do in public, or in fact anywhere but the confinements of your own bedroom - the only audience being any stuffed toys and possibly the cat (even he looked at me weirdly). Don't pretend we don't all enjoy a bit of crazy dancing every once in a while. Sometimes, the hairbrush comes in too and suddenly I'm Beyonce on tour, shaking my tail feather to the Single Ladies routine and singing at the top of my lungs, pretending there's an audience - my fans. HA! It's good to let go sometimes :).
Also, went to the cinema this week to see 'The King's Speech' - an absolutely amazing film, you have to see it! Ended up arriving there late due to THE most annoyingly and unnecessarily slow driver who was in front of us - the - entire - way! This resulted in walking in to a packed screening and scrambling to find four seats together. The only option was the back row, right at the back. Now, this is supposedly where everyone cops off right? So the first time I ever sit on the back row is with three friends - none of whom I am romantically involved with whatsoever. Typical. Brilliant company though and the film really is amazing.
Oh my goodness I nearly forgot. Last but not least - I had the most amazing dream. The kind that you wake up from, actually remember, and wish you were still in. I dreamt I was married to the most gorgeous rugby player who could cook!!!!! Honestly!!! Best dream of my life! But, alas, it was only a blooming dream. I went to bed the next night hoping to pick up where I left off (wink) but of course it didn't happen. Boo. Maybe I'll try again tonight.....
I seem to have written rather a lot, but I suppose it's a weeks worth. I really should be preparing for tomorrow. I'm teaching part of a lesson to my peers whilst they are invited to give their opinion and evaluate me. Oh, dear. Never mind, if it all goes pear shaped - which it probably will - I can do it again. I think. So yes, best get planning.
I hope you enjoy this one.
Mil x
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