It is my last day of my quarter life crisis. Tomorrow I turn Twenty Sexy.
I am normally soooo excited about my birthday but I don't know if it's because of what's been going on or if I'm just blergh about being on the wrong side of 25.
Yes, yes...I'm still 4 years from 30, but seriously. These past 6 years flew by...um...
I'm sure that tomorrow will be all very lovely. Nothing a big fat piece of chocolate cake can't sort out.
Speaking of cake (or the lack of) I am down 5kgs so far. See? A break up can be a good thing.
Just kidding.
No seriously, I have always done boxing and as much as I love it, I haven't really seen as many results as I'd like to...perhaps it's just my body shape. Must be, because the women in my class all turned into buff goddesses. I was tired of being the blob in the class and so I decided to actually use my Virgin Active account - something I payed for every month and never used.
I started on the 5th January and although I've been pretty good, I didn't get a chance to go at all last week. I am doing shit loads of cardio, pilates and today I did my very first spinning class. Mother of ...
I was so stiff and sore five minutes after the class that I'm sure I'm going wake up tomorrow feeling like an old lady and no, it's not because I'm a year older.
The burn is all worth it. I will get down to my goal weight and I must be honest, I am feeling fantastic seeing the results.
It also helps being back at home... my family is amazingly healthy and I have been eating 3 meals a day, which to some is normal; to me it really was pure laziness.
Take today for instance... a fresh salad with tomatos and yellow peppers, fresh asparagus and tuna. Delicious, easy and healthy.
Tomorrow I will cheat and have lots and lots of cake. Hooray!
Oh and on a completely different note...Monte Casino is holding the SA Tennis Open. I went to watch last night. It was my first live tennis match and I loved every minute of it. I loved it so much that I bought tickets to go again tonight. Last night I watched Doubles of Kevin Anderson (SA) and Tsonga (French) play against two Spaniards. We then watched the single match between Cypriot Marcos Baghdatis and our very own Andrew Anderson. I loved the "challenges" when a player doesn't agree with the umpire. They turn to the electronic device that shows us where the ball lands. It's the small things you see? I loved it when the crowd went: Oooooooooh in the big build up to see where it lands and then everyone either goes: Yay! or Awww!
It was great.
Tonight I'm going to watch Tsonga and a SA dude. Fun.
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Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
I have a suggestion. Amen.
If you see a blonde trying to walk. It's me. I either look like I've pulled something or like I've had an amazing night of passion. Maybe... oh never mind.
I've actually just outdone myself in boxing class. No seriously. I cannot walk properly and I did class this morning. Imagine how I'm going to feel tomorrow morning. Good grief. We did 280 lunges today and as many squats. Ok? So you understand now. Stairs take a good 5 minutes and trying to sit on the loo is one hell of an experience. I have to literally hold onto the walls and slide down onto the toilet. Sorry for the TMI, but seriously, you don't understand my pain!
I have been stretching and it's still sore. I don't think I'm going to be able to walk tomorrow.
Whoever said: "No pain, no gain" should be shot. Really. I hate that they're right!
I had sushi lunch today with Special K and Boxing Girl. We were bitching about that very saying. I mean, life is generally hard. Can't their be something easy? No really. I spoke hypothetically (well, I guess thats pretty obvious) about being giving an option before we're born. Imagine if we were given a clipboard with various options we could tick off, before we were born. The Clipboard would say:
Life is hard, so I'm giving you a break. Tick one.
I'd tick this one:
#16.) Staying healthily skinny (within you height) will be effortless. You will be allowed to eat as many carbs, chocolates and other bad stuff as often as you like without so much as a kg nearing your thighs, stomach and hips.
I don't know...I think that would be fair. Each individual could tick off whatever it is that they never want to think about or have to put so much effort into.
Boxing Girl and Special K think I'm totally nutters and said things like: Breathing is easy.
That doesn't count. But thank you Lord because that would totally suck if we had to think about doing that all the time.
I thought my idea was genius. I'm letting G know about it...perhaps He can look into it for the future. Just a suggestion.
I've actually just outdone myself in boxing class. No seriously. I cannot walk properly and I did class this morning. Imagine how I'm going to feel tomorrow morning. Good grief. We did 280 lunges today and as many squats. Ok? So you understand now. Stairs take a good 5 minutes and trying to sit on the loo is one hell of an experience. I have to literally hold onto the walls and slide down onto the toilet. Sorry for the TMI, but seriously, you don't understand my pain!
I have been stretching and it's still sore. I don't think I'm going to be able to walk tomorrow.
Whoever said: "No pain, no gain" should be shot. Really. I hate that they're right!
I had sushi lunch today with Special K and Boxing Girl. We were bitching about that very saying. I mean, life is generally hard. Can't their be something easy? No really. I spoke hypothetically (well, I guess thats pretty obvious) about being giving an option before we're born. Imagine if we were given a clipboard with various options we could tick off, before we were born. The Clipboard would say:
Life is hard, so I'm giving you a break. Tick one.
I'd tick this one:
#16.) Staying healthily skinny (within you height) will be effortless. You will be allowed to eat as many carbs, chocolates and other bad stuff as often as you like without so much as a kg nearing your thighs, stomach and hips.
I don't know...I think that would be fair. Each individual could tick off whatever it is that they never want to think about or have to put so much effort into.
Boxing Girl and Special K think I'm totally nutters and said things like: Breathing is easy.
That doesn't count. But thank you Lord because that would totally suck if we had to think about doing that all the time.
I thought my idea was genius. I'm letting G know about it...perhaps He can look into it for the future. Just a suggestion.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Gentle is a word.
I'm totally thrilled that Obama won!! I think it's brilliant and I even got a little weepy over his speech this morning! I know. I'm not American and I was moved by his charismatic, incredible speech! Yes We Can!
And Yes I did. I went to boxing for the first time in 3 weeks and I nearly died. I was actually worse than when I originally started. I was huffing and puffing, my chest was burning and my muscles grew mouths and screamed at me! I sweated gallons of, um, sweat and I couldn't complete one of the exercises. BUT, I do feel better for having gone and I have promised myself that no excuse will be tolerated anymore. I cannot miss days because days turn into weeks and before you know it you're back to being a slouchy, disgusting couch potato.
I slept in a draft on Monday evening and ever since I have such a sore back, plus I'm stressed out and my back has become a knot haven. It's painful and I'm getting headaches from this... I had some spare time before meetings and noticed that opposite the boxing gym there is a lovely Thai Massage place. Yippy! I have never actually been for one and I've only ever heard how awesome they are. So I thought: Why not? Let's give it a bash. Little did I know how giving it a "bash" would become a reality more than just a saying.
Holy shit. I feel bruised. How can such a small woman with small dainty hands unleash torture onto my back? She was so strong and I felt my back click several times. I felt my muscles actually move around. I was in agony. So much for a lovely relaxing massage. I think she was a bit of a sadist too. The more I moaned (not in the good way) and whimpered; the more she dug in. I eventually asked her to be a little gentle. I don't think she understood. She did yoga on my back by walking on me, kneeling on me, elbowing me and then she yanked me around the room as if I was a ragdoll. Dude. I can't believe I paid for that.
With that said, however, it was pretty amazing. My back does feel better. Better as in the bruised feeling has replaced the stiff knotty back feeling.
Still... it was an experience if nothing else.
I have been tagged by Being Brazen - I feel honoured!
Word for the week in my head is - demotivated. I know. How to start off a meme positively? Ask Blondie how.
Thought for the week in my head is - "Is that even fair?" - don't ask...some stuff going on at the moment at work and I'm feeling down.
Thing for the week in my life is - Skinny Cupaccino's
Song for the week in my head is - Sara Bareilles -Love Song (I love it so much and sing it all the time)
Food for the week in my belly is - snails. I never used to eat the slimey little creatures. In fact, I used to terrorise them with salt as a little girl. I was cruel evidently. Now, I like to smother them in garlic.
Colour for the week in my life is - turquoise. I seem to be wearing a lot of it at the moment, so this could be my colour for the season.
Smile for the week on my face is - receiving a piece of information that I'm excited about.
Blessing for the week in my heart is - having incredible people in my life who are true and supportive
And Yes I did. I went to boxing for the first time in 3 weeks and I nearly died. I was actually worse than when I originally started. I was huffing and puffing, my chest was burning and my muscles grew mouths and screamed at me! I sweated gallons of, um, sweat and I couldn't complete one of the exercises. BUT, I do feel better for having gone and I have promised myself that no excuse will be tolerated anymore. I cannot miss days because days turn into weeks and before you know it you're back to being a slouchy, disgusting couch potato.
I slept in a draft on Monday evening and ever since I have such a sore back, plus I'm stressed out and my back has become a knot haven. It's painful and I'm getting headaches from this... I had some spare time before meetings and noticed that opposite the boxing gym there is a lovely Thai Massage place. Yippy! I have never actually been for one and I've only ever heard how awesome they are. So I thought: Why not? Let's give it a bash. Little did I know how giving it a "bash" would become a reality more than just a saying.
Holy shit. I feel bruised. How can such a small woman with small dainty hands unleash torture onto my back? She was so strong and I felt my back click several times. I felt my muscles actually move around. I was in agony. So much for a lovely relaxing massage. I think she was a bit of a sadist too. The more I moaned (not in the good way) and whimpered; the more she dug in. I eventually asked her to be a little gentle. I don't think she understood. She did yoga on my back by walking on me, kneeling on me, elbowing me and then she yanked me around the room as if I was a ragdoll. Dude. I can't believe I paid for that.
With that said, however, it was pretty amazing. My back does feel better. Better as in the bruised feeling has replaced the stiff knotty back feeling.
Still... it was an experience if nothing else.
I have been tagged by Being Brazen - I feel honoured!
Word for the week in my head is - demotivated. I know. How to start off a meme positively? Ask Blondie how.
Thought for the week in my head is - "Is that even fair?" - don't ask...some stuff going on at the moment at work and I'm feeling down.
Thing for the week in my life is - Skinny Cupaccino's
Song for the week in my head is - Sara Bareilles -Love Song (I love it so much and sing it all the time)
Food for the week in my belly is - snails. I never used to eat the slimey little creatures. In fact, I used to terrorise them with salt as a little girl. I was cruel evidently. Now, I like to smother them in garlic.
Colour for the week in my life is - turquoise. I seem to be wearing a lot of it at the moment, so this could be my colour for the season.
Smile for the week on my face is - receiving a piece of information that I'm excited about.
Blessing for the week in my heart is - having incredible people in my life who are true and supportive
Friday, October 31, 2008
Creativity is wasted on mere blonde specimens
Zob invited me to see her showcase at Vega last night. Vega is an advertising college, where the seriously creative go... man alive, I was amazed at just how creative these people are! In fact there was this vibe of creative energy that tingled through the air and it had nothing to do with the DJ spinning tracks or the not-so-virgin slush puppies we were drinking. Now, I consider myself to be somewhat creative; but this was totally different. A lot of it went straight over my head! Still...I was uber impressed.
Oh and speaking of heads...I went to get the head highlighted and was quite excited to see those roots disappear. The turned me into an alien with foils on my head and put me in the corner with dog-earred magazines and said they'd check on me in 10 minutes. 10 minutes went by. Another 5 went. I eventually popped my head around the corner. "Remember me?"
I got whisked away to the basin immediately.
I mean, sure, just because Hugh Hefner is single now; doesn't mean I'm auditioning to be a Playboy Bunny. With my hair colour now, I could. Just saying.
I have my boxing Christmas Party tomorrow night and I'm looking forward to smashing a few jaegers and glasses of champers. Bring it on...
Oh and speaking of heads...I went to get the head highlighted and was quite excited to see those roots disappear. The turned me into an alien with foils on my head and put me in the corner with dog-earred magazines and said they'd check on me in 10 minutes. 10 minutes went by. Another 5 went. I eventually popped my head around the corner. "Remember me?"
I got whisked away to the basin immediately.
I mean, sure, just because Hugh Hefner is single now; doesn't mean I'm auditioning to be a Playboy Bunny. With my hair colour now, I could. Just saying.
I have my boxing Christmas Party tomorrow night and I'm looking forward to smashing a few jaegers and glasses of champers. Bring it on...
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Antiques and Fan Mail
I've had a lovely and interesting day. When was the last time you walked through the Old Melville?
I felt like I was in another country. There are so many quaint stores, coffee shops and restaurants with unique things from beads, to second hand book stores and vintage stores. It was such a lovely different day to go through all the antiques and clothes! The clothes weren't as cute as I had hoped, but wow there were some real amazing pieces of furniture and an old suit case/trunk that was spectacular. It was so old and rich in history. If only it could talk. I could have a fabulous conversation finding out about all it's travels.
It was a shocking R250. I was expecting another zero at the end for it's size and it's age, but R250 it was. I wanted to take it home with me, but it's being loaned out for a movie!
I'll have to go back and get it! I don't know what I'll do with it considering I have a modern home and these pieces (as lovely as they are) would just not go. Pity.
So, I've been doing well with my boxing and I've actually been eating properly. Amazing. No really. For me, this is something to go into the Blogshell Record book.
I am feeling lighter and I am feeling really good.
Just saying.
Oh and I thought I would share something with you. This is one of the emails I get on a daily basis. It used to be sweet that they had taken the time out to mail me, but now it is just becoming creepy. I've swopped my name for Blondie.
Blondie, I may av not yet got an opport 2even spend a few hrs g8in 2kno a star lyk u beta.
BUT U URSELF SED IT IS 'WHO U R' IN YR WEBSITE. My philos mayb diffe bt wot i do kno is dt Blondie is a clean hearted, hold no grudge stunnin pers.
I was alwys tawt not 2judge ppl cos of thr luks but judge a pers by ho dey r-¬ wat dey r-i neva gt it til i realizd my duties 2fulfil my own.
Ur d absolute-&alwys wil rem d absolute.&der is alwys a reason y we in each others lives.. Nt 2Q-cos i kno its2learn somethin 4rm each otha:)
OK...so this is what I get...if you can decode that for me, I'd appreciate it.
I felt like I was in another country. There are so many quaint stores, coffee shops and restaurants with unique things from beads, to second hand book stores and vintage stores. It was such a lovely different day to go through all the antiques and clothes! The clothes weren't as cute as I had hoped, but wow there were some real amazing pieces of furniture and an old suit case/trunk that was spectacular. It was so old and rich in history. If only it could talk. I could have a fabulous conversation finding out about all it's travels.
It was a shocking R250. I was expecting another zero at the end for it's size and it's age, but R250 it was. I wanted to take it home with me, but it's being loaned out for a movie!
I'll have to go back and get it! I don't know what I'll do with it considering I have a modern home and these pieces (as lovely as they are) would just not go. Pity.
So, I've been doing well with my boxing and I've actually been eating properly. Amazing. No really. For me, this is something to go into the Blogshell Record book.
I am feeling lighter and I am feeling really good.
Just saying.
Oh and I thought I would share something with you. This is one of the emails I get on a daily basis. It used to be sweet that they had taken the time out to mail me, but now it is just becoming creepy. I've swopped my name for Blondie.
Blondie, I may av not yet got an opport 2even spend a few hrs g8in 2kno a star lyk u beta.
BUT U URSELF SED IT IS 'WHO U R' IN YR WEBSITE. My philos mayb diffe bt wot i do kno is dt Blondie is a clean hearted, hold no grudge stunnin pers.
I was alwys tawt not 2judge ppl cos of thr luks but judge a pers by ho dey r-¬ wat dey r-i neva gt it til i realizd my duties 2fulfil my own.
Ur d absolute-&alwys wil rem d absolute.&der is alwys a reason y we in each others lives.. Nt 2Q-cos i kno its2learn somethin 4rm each otha:)
OK...so this is what I get...if you can decode that for me, I'd appreciate it.
Friday, August 1, 2008
Don't talk to me...talk to my lawyer!
I am suing Veet Hair Removal. I can't really, but I followed every instruction. I bought that cream you can use in the shower. I even did the bloody test patch...who actually does that?
I do. Nothing happened. I then applied it all over my legs and waited to see if I could feel any tingling. Nothing. I blissfully shower away and after 6 minutes I started washing it off.
I have had such an allergic reaction to this stuff, my legs look as if I've been stung by a million bees. It is so sore that I can't even put pants on, so unfortunately I am wearing a dress today and having to show off my red rash.
Fuckers.
So that's the thing...I can't sue them even though I followed the instructions. How would I prove that?
Fuckers.
God it's sore!
On a lighter less painful note, I am really enjoying the sunshine we're experiencing in Joburg. It's beautiful. My right arm is actually a little tanned from all the driving I've been doing.
Hooray. I am done with winter. I've had it. If I get one more static shock I'm going to lose it. I am practically bathing in body butter yet I am so dry it is disgusting. Nice and flaky. I have had enough of drowning my lips in Elizabeth Arden's 8 hour cream and still having unkissable dry, chapped lips. Enough now! *Sorry Elizabeth Arden....*
However, when winter does eventually end I'm going to have to reveal my white-see-through skin and those comfortable clothing layers will disappear. Hmmm...although, for the first time in um, well, 25 years I've been sticking to this health regime so hopefully I'll be bikini ready. Hopefully.
I was really good. I didn't devour prawns and took a note out of your book. Clearly most of you are health bunnies! Share your secrets!! How do you do it?
I ate grilled lemon and black pepper chicken with gem squash and peas. How good am I?
*Blogshell pats herself on the back.*
This week alone I have been to boxing 3 times, tomorrow will make it 4 times.
It's the weekend peeps! I am celebrating my heritage today and I'm very excited about it! Big celebrations.
I am also really excited about this weekend...have big parties ahead and it should be scandalous and fabulous!
ENJOY!!
I do. Nothing happened. I then applied it all over my legs and waited to see if I could feel any tingling. Nothing. I blissfully shower away and after 6 minutes I started washing it off.
I have had such an allergic reaction to this stuff, my legs look as if I've been stung by a million bees. It is so sore that I can't even put pants on, so unfortunately I am wearing a dress today and having to show off my red rash.
Fuckers.
So that's the thing...I can't sue them even though I followed the instructions. How would I prove that?
Fuckers.
God it's sore!
On a lighter less painful note, I am really enjoying the sunshine we're experiencing in Joburg. It's beautiful. My right arm is actually a little tanned from all the driving I've been doing.
Hooray. I am done with winter. I've had it. If I get one more static shock I'm going to lose it. I am practically bathing in body butter yet I am so dry it is disgusting. Nice and flaky. I have had enough of drowning my lips in Elizabeth Arden's 8 hour cream and still having unkissable dry, chapped lips. Enough now! *Sorry Elizabeth Arden....*
However, when winter does eventually end I'm going to have to reveal my white-see-through skin and those comfortable clothing layers will disappear. Hmmm...although, for the first time in um, well, 25 years I've been sticking to this health regime so hopefully I'll be bikini ready. Hopefully.
I was really good. I didn't devour prawns and took a note out of your book. Clearly most of you are health bunnies! Share your secrets!! How do you do it?
I ate grilled lemon and black pepper chicken with gem squash and peas. How good am I?
*Blogshell pats herself on the back.*
This week alone I have been to boxing 3 times, tomorrow will make it 4 times.
It's the weekend peeps! I am celebrating my heritage today and I'm very excited about it! Big celebrations.
I am also really excited about this weekend...have big parties ahead and it should be scandalous and fabulous!
ENJOY!!
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
A list about me...aren't you lucky? Haha! *Kidding*
I haven't really had anything to post about. Sorry. I've been boring, what can I say?
Still don't have anything exciting to post.
Went to look at a new car today...it's gorgeous and has that lovely new smell. It's a french, I adore it and they've given me a great deal. It freaks me out. My original, first car is completely paid off and I have not had car repayments in years. To add that to my monthly budget is crazy.
BUT...I deserve it! I do.
I'm going to see if my bank manager will allow me to break the bank.
I am working my ass to the bone at work and in the boxing ring. I feel great. Healthy, full of energy and my muscles are definitely letting me know they exist!
I think that's why I'm also not blogging as much. I'm working seriously hard at work and haven't had much time to blog!
I saw Ruby's blog and decided I too should do this for my lack of exciting things to write about!
I am.....Weasel! Haha! I amuse myself.
I know......what E=MC2 means. Kidding.
I want......an incredibly sexy, toned and fabulous, fit and healthy body.
I wish.......I could take a pill that would get me the above instantly.
I hate........my apple shaped bod.
I miss...........my granny!
I fear........being raped and I'm not a fan of the dark or large hairy spiders either.
I feel.........the keyboard keys under my fingertips
I smell.......my perfume.
I hear......my radio playing adverts.
I crave..........prawns.
I search.....on google.
I wonder......why I never landed up with Paris Hilton's bank balance
I regret......
I love....my man, my friends, my family and prawns.
I ache.......all over. Damn exercise...just wait...Paris Hilton is going to wish she had my bank account after I create that pill that will give me an instantaneous fabulously toned body.
I am not.......going to eat the last sour worm, Blondie 2. I promise!
I dance......in my car. I'm amazing at it and I'm just waiting for people to catch up and dance along. We could create our own musical on the roads.
I sing......in the shower and in the car. I AM Mariah Carey.
I cried last........week...but you should have seen the other guy.
I fight.......in the ring. You really should see the other guy.
I write....blogs, gift cards and grocery lists.
I win.....very rarely. Although I did win BACK my very own raffle cake when I was in primary school at our Cake and Bake sale. I bought one ticket and won. My poor mother thought no one had bought tickets and that was why I was bringing it back!
I lose........my car keys and things I need in a hurry when I'm late.
I am never.........too busy for someone in need.
I always.....wear matching underwear.
I listen....properly. There is nothing worse than talking and having no one really HEAR you!
I can usually be found.....at work, out partying, in coffee shops or curled up on the couch.
I need........love, light and laughter.
I am happy.......most of the time. I am a very positive person, but I'm human and have my bad days too.
I imagine....a world with no crime. Yes, sure. Scoff at me. I am serious. Imagine it.
Still don't have anything exciting to post.
Went to look at a new car today...it's gorgeous and has that lovely new smell. It's a french, I adore it and they've given me a great deal. It freaks me out. My original, first car is completely paid off and I have not had car repayments in years. To add that to my monthly budget is crazy.
BUT...I deserve it! I do.
I'm going to see if my bank manager will allow me to break the bank.
I am working my ass to the bone at work and in the boxing ring. I feel great. Healthy, full of energy and my muscles are definitely letting me know they exist!
I think that's why I'm also not blogging as much. I'm working seriously hard at work and haven't had much time to blog!
I saw Ruby's blog and decided I too should do this for my lack of exciting things to write about!
I am.....Weasel! Haha! I amuse myself.
I know......what E=MC2 means. Kidding.
I want......an incredibly sexy, toned and fabulous, fit and healthy body.
I wish.......I could take a pill that would get me the above instantly.
I hate........my apple shaped bod.
I miss...........my granny!
I fear........being raped and I'm not a fan of the dark or large hairy spiders either.
I feel.........the keyboard keys under my fingertips
I smell.......my perfume.
I hear......my radio playing adverts.
I crave..........prawns.
I search.....on google.
I wonder......why I never landed up with Paris Hilton's bank balance
I regret......
I love....my man, my friends, my family and prawns.
I ache.......all over. Damn exercise...just wait...Paris Hilton is going to wish she had my bank account after I create that pill that will give me an instantaneous fabulously toned body.
I am not.......going to eat the last sour worm, Blondie 2. I promise!
I dance......in my car. I'm amazing at it and I'm just waiting for people to catch up and dance along. We could create our own musical on the roads.
I sing......in the shower and in the car. I AM Mariah Carey.
I cried last........week...but you should have seen the other guy.
I fight.......in the ring. You really should see the other guy.
I write....blogs, gift cards and grocery lists.
I win.....very rarely. Although I did win BACK my very own raffle cake when I was in primary school at our Cake and Bake sale. I bought one ticket and won. My poor mother thought no one had bought tickets and that was why I was bringing it back!
I lose........my car keys and things I need in a hurry when I'm late.
I am never.........too busy for someone in need.
I always.....wear matching underwear.
I listen....properly. There is nothing worse than talking and having no one really HEAR you!
I can usually be found.....at work, out partying, in coffee shops or curled up on the couch.
I need........love, light and laughter.
I am happy.......most of the time. I am a very positive person, but I'm human and have my bad days too.
I imagine....a world with no crime. Yes, sure. Scoff at me. I am serious. Imagine it.
Friday, July 25, 2008
I am mad at...ME!
Why is it that we get 20 compliments and one negative comment, that one remark can cross out the 20 and make you feel like jumping off a building.
Just an arb little thing there...Love and hate fan mail. I truly piss myself off sometimes.
I have a hangover and not even a greasy Wimpy breakfast could act as my white surrender flag.
I also overslept and missed my boxing class, hence the greasy Wimpy breakfast. That made me feel even worse. All my agony and effort went down the drain in form of eggs, bacon and hashbrowns.
Annoyed with myself. I am mad that I drank last night (although I literally only had 4 drinks...no kidding...and I'm hungover...go figure!) and mad I missed boxed and mad I ate greasy food.
As a result of feeling oh-so-chipper and happier than Bill Gates on pay day, I am so over excited about entertaining tonight.
My dad and my man's mom is coming over for drinks tonight. My mom would join, but she's in bed with a really bad ear infection (well, it's worse than that, but I don't know the proper term.)
My idea of the perfect night would be to change into my pj's as soon as I get home, curl up in front of the TV, watch the Series channel's reality TV shows, make cups of hot chocolate and feel sorry for myself.
No such luck. He thought it would be a great idea for them to come around tonight. Great. I love seeing them, sure. Tonight? Not so much.
I now have to play hostess, be domesticated and the chances of me putting on my pj's before midnight is slim. I also have to entertain. I can't exactly sit there with a long face and mumble. Oh no. I will have to make conversation and the man and I will take turns in filling up glasses of wine, checking on food and making sure everyone is happy.
Yay for me.
I can't stop yawning either and it's really not helping me at work. *Yawn*
My head is pounding and I feel a little nauseous.
I'm having a bad day, can you tell?
Just an arb little thing there...Love and hate fan mail. I truly piss myself off sometimes.
I have a hangover and not even a greasy Wimpy breakfast could act as my white surrender flag.
I also overslept and missed my boxing class, hence the greasy Wimpy breakfast. That made me feel even worse. All my agony and effort went down the drain in form of eggs, bacon and hashbrowns.
Annoyed with myself. I am mad that I drank last night (although I literally only had 4 drinks...no kidding...and I'm hungover...go figure!) and mad I missed boxed and mad I ate greasy food.
As a result of feeling oh-so-chipper and happier than Bill Gates on pay day, I am so over excited about entertaining tonight.
My dad and my man's mom is coming over for drinks tonight. My mom would join, but she's in bed with a really bad ear infection (well, it's worse than that, but I don't know the proper term.)
My idea of the perfect night would be to change into my pj's as soon as I get home, curl up in front of the TV, watch the Series channel's reality TV shows, make cups of hot chocolate and feel sorry for myself.
No such luck. He thought it would be a great idea for them to come around tonight. Great. I love seeing them, sure. Tonight? Not so much.
I now have to play hostess, be domesticated and the chances of me putting on my pj's before midnight is slim. I also have to entertain. I can't exactly sit there with a long face and mumble. Oh no. I will have to make conversation and the man and I will take turns in filling up glasses of wine, checking on food and making sure everyone is happy.
Yay for me.
I can't stop yawning either and it's really not helping me at work. *Yawn*
My head is pounding and I feel a little nauseous.
I'm having a bad day, can you tell?
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Ow part 2 and assholes
I really apologise for going on about this, but seriously...for most of you who do exercise you had to have gone through this once before!
This is all completely new for me. 1 word: AGONY.
Ok, let's be realisitic 2 words: FUCKING AGONY!!
Apparently, day 2 is the worst day for lactic acid and I am the walking...no...hobbling billboard for that!
If you see someone in pain, hobbling around (sans bandages) , it's probably me.
It's not a nice pain, it's not an itchy pain, it's fucking agony.
BUT...I clearly am sadistic...I'm back to boxing tomorrow!
No pain; no gain.
The excitement of the day? I got some excellent news career wise, but it means that I am going to have to go back to blonde. I was "sold" as a blonde and now the brunette thing won't work.
No. I am not standing on street corners. Although...with this economy of ours, it is tempting!
I have some time to get back to blonde which is great. I'm going to do it gradually so that I'm not bald by 30.
Last night Special K, Springchicken and I went for some dinner. We were literally kicked out and weren't quite ready to go, so we went to Cubana.
I saw these 2 oldish yucky men standing at the bar. They were perving. Seriously disgusting. I held my breath as the one guy started to approach our table and then walked straight past!
As he walked past again he poked Special K on the head, quite hard. She spun around and glared at him. "What are you doing?"
"Just trying to get your attention gorgeous." He had serious attitude and his eyes were creepy.
"Well that was very sore. Don't poke my head!"
"You know? There are some things I like about you and some things I don't."
"Great! Now could you please leave us alone!"
"You have a serious sense of humour failure!"
"I don't care what you think. Now leave."
"You know? With an attitude like that you are going to be a very lonely woman!"
"My husband doesn't seem to think so."
Guy even checks to see if she is wearing a wedding ring.
"Oh, well then all I can say is," he puts his hands together (like a prayer) and looks to the ceiling, "I'm so grateful to God that I'm not married to a bitch like you!"
When he said this, I stood up and immediately called the bouncers. He was duly escorted out!
What an absolute asshole. I couldn't believe it!
Tonight is the night I'm going to watch 1st Project. They're the most incredible band that only plays drums! They are excellent!
Can't wait!
This is all completely new for me. 1 word: AGONY.
Ok, let's be realisitic 2 words: FUCKING AGONY!!
Apparently, day 2 is the worst day for lactic acid and I am the walking...no...hobbling billboard for that!
If you see someone in pain, hobbling around (sans bandages) , it's probably me.
It's not a nice pain, it's not an itchy pain, it's fucking agony.
BUT...I clearly am sadistic...I'm back to boxing tomorrow!
No pain; no gain.
The excitement of the day? I got some excellent news career wise, but it means that I am going to have to go back to blonde. I was "sold" as a blonde and now the brunette thing won't work.
No. I am not standing on street corners. Although...with this economy of ours, it is tempting!
I have some time to get back to blonde which is great. I'm going to do it gradually so that I'm not bald by 30.
Last night Special K, Springchicken and I went for some dinner. We were literally kicked out and weren't quite ready to go, so we went to Cubana.
I saw these 2 oldish yucky men standing at the bar. They were perving. Seriously disgusting. I held my breath as the one guy started to approach our table and then walked straight past!
As he walked past again he poked Special K on the head, quite hard. She spun around and glared at him. "What are you doing?"
"Just trying to get your attention gorgeous." He had serious attitude and his eyes were creepy.
"Well that was very sore. Don't poke my head!"
"You know? There are some things I like about you and some things I don't."
"Great! Now could you please leave us alone!"
"You have a serious sense of humour failure!"
"I don't care what you think. Now leave."
"You know? With an attitude like that you are going to be a very lonely woman!"
"My husband doesn't seem to think so."
Guy even checks to see if she is wearing a wedding ring.
"Oh, well then all I can say is," he puts his hands together (like a prayer) and looks to the ceiling, "I'm so grateful to God that I'm not married to a bitch like you!"
When he said this, I stood up and immediately called the bouncers. He was duly escorted out!
What an absolute asshole. I couldn't believe it!
Tonight is the night I'm going to watch 1st Project. They're the most incredible band that only plays drums! They are excellent!
Can't wait!
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Ow
I have no idea why this has affected me so much but it just has. I shouldn't care, but *sigh*
When I was at university I shared classes with two girls that I became quite friendly with. We were as thick as thieves and unfortunately due to different lifestyles etc...we haven't been able to see each other as often as we'd like. Hooray for Facebook.
I remember sitting around having conversations about where our lives were going, what we thought lay ahead and who out of the 3 of us would get married and have little sprogs first.
We were in no way ready for that, but being girly girls, it was fun to sit around and daydream, wishing we could find that magic crystal ball.
We all thought that friend 1 would marry first, friend 2 would marry second and that I'd probably be last. That pissed me off a little, but whatever.
They were right. Friend 1 got married first, friend 2 got married second and NOW, I have just found out that they are both pregnant. I am so excited for both of them -this is such an incredible journey.
BUT
The worst? Getting it rubbed in my face and then being asked: "So... when are you going to get married?" and "We were right! You are the last to get married!"
It's not what I want...to be pregnant now, etc... but it's made me feel really shit. I feel bad, because I'm really pleased for them, don't get me wrong...
I don't know why this has affected me, I can't explain it, I guess my sensitivity hasn't changed! I'll get over it.
In other news, I cannot fucking walk. I look like a moron hobbling around. I cannot lower myself onto the toilet without holding onto the walls. I cannot handle the stairs that are around; there are shit loads.
I went to a boxing class this morning and guess what we were supposed to train? Legs. Fuck.
I couldn't, not from going to gym yesterday. I tried to do as much as I could before my legs let me know they were officially on strike.
We eventually hit the punching bags and did the "Magic 50".
We hit the bag once, then 1,2...then, 1,2,3 ...all the way up to 50.
We worked out that we hit the bag 1275 times. I can feel it...oooh, can I feel it! Typing this post is painful.
Ha!
When I was at university I shared classes with two girls that I became quite friendly with. We were as thick as thieves and unfortunately due to different lifestyles etc...we haven't been able to see each other as often as we'd like. Hooray for Facebook.
I remember sitting around having conversations about where our lives were going, what we thought lay ahead and who out of the 3 of us would get married and have little sprogs first.
We were in no way ready for that, but being girly girls, it was fun to sit around and daydream, wishing we could find that magic crystal ball.
We all thought that friend 1 would marry first, friend 2 would marry second and that I'd probably be last. That pissed me off a little, but whatever.
They were right. Friend 1 got married first, friend 2 got married second and NOW, I have just found out that they are both pregnant. I am so excited for both of them -this is such an incredible journey.
BUT
The worst? Getting it rubbed in my face and then being asked: "So... when are you going to get married?" and "We were right! You are the last to get married!"
It's not what I want...to be pregnant now, etc... but it's made me feel really shit. I feel bad, because I'm really pleased for them, don't get me wrong...
I don't know why this has affected me, I can't explain it, I guess my sensitivity hasn't changed! I'll get over it.
In other news, I cannot fucking walk. I look like a moron hobbling around. I cannot lower myself onto the toilet without holding onto the walls. I cannot handle the stairs that are around; there are shit loads.
I went to a boxing class this morning and guess what we were supposed to train? Legs. Fuck.
I couldn't, not from going to gym yesterday. I tried to do as much as I could before my legs let me know they were officially on strike.
We eventually hit the punching bags and did the "Magic 50".
We hit the bag once, then 1,2...then, 1,2,3 ...all the way up to 50.
We worked out that we hit the bag 1275 times. I can feel it...oooh, can I feel it! Typing this post is painful.
Ha!
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Ramblings
I started my boxing classes yesterday. Yup. I took the plunge or is it lunge? I have postponed going because I know that once I start, I wont allow myself to stop.
Well...they say that your body has muscle memory right? Every one of my muscles who has had a lovely long vacation screamed: "Present!" "I'm here!!" "I'm here too!" "Forget about me? I'm also present!"
I am in such pain. In fact, the only piece of anatomy that isn't in agony is my hands, feet and face.
I'm glad I started though. I'm determined to get sexy for Summer. I was actually thinking about taking a headless photo of myself before and then taking a headless pic after 3 months! You know, for motivation!
I didn't want to scare people away though. I might crack the camera lens.
BUT, I'm feeling good!
It is my sister's birthday tomorrow and we're going for a family birthday breakfast at 9am. The thing is my boxing class only ends at 9am and I could give tomorrow a miss, but I'm afraid that's how it starts! If I miss classes in my first 2 weeks, that's it...I'm a gonner!
I'm gonna be late tomorrow and I'm going to arrive all sweaty! Sexy!
Oh and my man's mom lives far away so I suggested she come through tonight, sleep over and then we go to the breakfast. It will save her so much time with the traffic. Thing is, my man has a function to go to tonight. We could go, but she doesn't really want to so I suggested we go out for some dinner and a movie.
Aren't I nice? Haha!
Speaking of movies, I have no idea how this came up but a bunch of my mates and I were chatting about various movies that are dubbed as: Classics.
They're the type of movies where people chat about them or quote a famous movie line. I normally look at them blankly and say: "Never seen it."
I always get the: drop-jaw, gasped "You haven't seen it?? Noooo!!!! Oh you have to see it!"
I clearly missed the very important movie-watching boat. I haven't seen movies like: Gone with the Wind; Reservoir Dogs and now I can't remember the others (damn Murphy's Law)... but if it's a classic; there's a 90% chance I haven't seen it!
Speaking of my "friend" Murphy's Law, I washed my white car today for the first time in months!! I'd actually forgotten it was white...it was a lovely brown-grey...I'm surprised I didn't have the words: WASH ME scratched out.
I washed it today thinking: The chances of rain in Winter are slim, so there! I can wash it today. Maybe it will snow and in that case, AWESOME! I missed the snow when it fell last year. Yup. It fell everywhere except at my house.
So sure...let it snow!
But nooooo...I wash my car and it's lovely and fragrant, sparkly, it's actually white and what happens? I have to drive through a road that has a water pipe leak. Awesome. 3 cars flew into the puddle splashing icky mud water all over my lovely "clean" car!
Fuckers.
Well...they say that your body has muscle memory right? Every one of my muscles who has had a lovely long vacation screamed: "Present!" "I'm here!!" "I'm here too!" "Forget about me? I'm also present!"
I am in such pain. In fact, the only piece of anatomy that isn't in agony is my hands, feet and face.
I'm glad I started though. I'm determined to get sexy for Summer. I was actually thinking about taking a headless photo of myself before and then taking a headless pic after 3 months! You know, for motivation!
I didn't want to scare people away though. I might crack the camera lens.
BUT, I'm feeling good!
It is my sister's birthday tomorrow and we're going for a family birthday breakfast at 9am. The thing is my boxing class only ends at 9am and I could give tomorrow a miss, but I'm afraid that's how it starts! If I miss classes in my first 2 weeks, that's it...I'm a gonner!
I'm gonna be late tomorrow and I'm going to arrive all sweaty! Sexy!
Oh and my man's mom lives far away so I suggested she come through tonight, sleep over and then we go to the breakfast. It will save her so much time with the traffic. Thing is, my man has a function to go to tonight. We could go, but she doesn't really want to so I suggested we go out for some dinner and a movie.
Aren't I nice? Haha!
Speaking of movies, I have no idea how this came up but a bunch of my mates and I were chatting about various movies that are dubbed as: Classics.
They're the type of movies where people chat about them or quote a famous movie line. I normally look at them blankly and say: "Never seen it."
I always get the: drop-jaw, gasped "You haven't seen it?? Noooo!!!! Oh you have to see it!"
I clearly missed the very important movie-watching boat. I haven't seen movies like: Gone with the Wind; Reservoir Dogs and now I can't remember the others (damn Murphy's Law)... but if it's a classic; there's a 90% chance I haven't seen it!
Speaking of my "friend" Murphy's Law, I washed my white car today for the first time in months!! I'd actually forgotten it was white...it was a lovely brown-grey...I'm surprised I didn't have the words: WASH ME scratched out.
I washed it today thinking: The chances of rain in Winter are slim, so there! I can wash it today. Maybe it will snow and in that case, AWESOME! I missed the snow when it fell last year. Yup. It fell everywhere except at my house.
So sure...let it snow!
But nooooo...I wash my car and it's lovely and fragrant, sparkly, it's actually white and what happens? I have to drive through a road that has a water pipe leak. Awesome. 3 cars flew into the puddle splashing icky mud water all over my lovely "clean" car!
Fuckers.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Exercise (Yuck), shopping (Yay) and the weekend (Whoop-whoop)
Things have been a little crazy at work at the moment. I'm sorry I've been a little slack with my blog.
I can't help myself. I can't stop it. I went into a shopping frenzy again! I bought a pair of snglasses, a black Nine West handbag, cute tops and I bought my man a pair of really funky rock-star jeans! They were all on SALE!!!
It was necessary, you see?
Aaarrrggghhh!!!
I hang my head in shopping shame.
Tonight I am completely chilling. I don't want to do anything but watch TV, eat and sleep. In no particular order.
Tomorrow we're going to Special K's place for sundowners. I've had enough of functions. I'm tired of dressing up all the time, making small talk and stuffing myself with hors de ouvres. How am I ever going to lose this horrible weight if I carry on like this?
I hate exercise. I hate gyms. Gyms freak me out. I hate the smell, the sound of the circuit, the sounds of clanking metal from the weights and the general atmosphere.
I really want to go back to my boxing, but I'm putting it off. The only reason I'm putting it off is because I know that once I start, I know I'll have to carry on.
I am putting it off completely. I go into a panic when I think about it! Seriously. My chest starts to close, I can't breathe properly and my heart starts beating...hmmm...maybe I should just panic instead of doing cardio ;-) No. Seriously. I panic at the thought of exercise.
I feel silly blogging about this because I know most gals love it and enjoy it and do it for fun! I hate you girls. Haha.
Ok, I do a little. I want to have the same mindset. I want to be motivated and I should be because I am not loving my body at the moment. I have got the eating right side down, but I can't seem to incorporate exercise now.
You would think that if I'm unhappy with the extra weight, I would WANT TO get into an exercise class.
Noooo...not blondie. I almost rebel against it and order a fat slice of cheesecake instead.
How do you girls do it? "They" say you should do something you enjoy...I thoroughly enjoy boxing but I'm still dragging myself into the ring.
I am so unfit that it scares me and I just cannot bring myself to do it.
Something has to change and quickly.
How do you do it?
I can't help myself. I can't stop it. I went into a shopping frenzy again! I bought a pair of snglasses, a black Nine West handbag, cute tops and I bought my man a pair of really funky rock-star jeans! They were all on SALE!!!
It was necessary, you see?
Aaarrrggghhh!!!
I hang my head in shopping shame.
Tonight I am completely chilling. I don't want to do anything but watch TV, eat and sleep. In no particular order.
Tomorrow we're going to Special K's place for sundowners. I've had enough of functions. I'm tired of dressing up all the time, making small talk and stuffing myself with hors de ouvres. How am I ever going to lose this horrible weight if I carry on like this?
I hate exercise. I hate gyms. Gyms freak me out. I hate the smell, the sound of the circuit, the sounds of clanking metal from the weights and the general atmosphere.
I really want to go back to my boxing, but I'm putting it off. The only reason I'm putting it off is because I know that once I start, I know I'll have to carry on.
I am putting it off completely. I go into a panic when I think about it! Seriously. My chest starts to close, I can't breathe properly and my heart starts beating...hmmm...maybe I should just panic instead of doing cardio ;-) No. Seriously. I panic at the thought of exercise.
I feel silly blogging about this because I know most gals love it and enjoy it and do it for fun! I hate you girls. Haha.
Ok, I do a little. I want to have the same mindset. I want to be motivated and I should be because I am not loving my body at the moment. I have got the eating right side down, but I can't seem to incorporate exercise now.
You would think that if I'm unhappy with the extra weight, I would WANT TO get into an exercise class.
Noooo...not blondie. I almost rebel against it and order a fat slice of cheesecake instead.
How do you girls do it? "They" say you should do something you enjoy...I thoroughly enjoy boxing but I'm still dragging myself into the ring.
I am so unfit that it scares me and I just cannot bring myself to do it.
Something has to change and quickly.
How do you do it?
See?? This makes me feel even better....look at this woman...I'm 25 and I can't get my ass into gear? Argh!
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Hit him!!! Hit him in the balls!!! *just kidding*
The boxing was AWESOME!!! I have never been to a live boxing match before and I must say it was an experience. It was so weird to see it up close. I really mean up close, we were ring side and one guy nearly fell through the ropes onto our chairs. It was weird to see the sweat and blood...the TV screen makes it seem a little more unreal. It was gross actually but in a sadist way, cool. Can't believe I just typed that! Yuck! hahaha!!
It was so cool to see my boxing trainers fight...a little strange, but cool. My throat is so sore today from all my screaming. I got this little bubble of satsifaction by screaming back what they would shout at me, when I couldn't bear to do one more minute with the skipping rope, or one more sit up, or one more punch: "WHERE'S YOUR HEART? WHERE'S YOUR HEART?"
It was great. Not so great was seeing them afterwards with some swelling and some bruising around their eyes and cheeks. Oooh Eina ("Ouch" for the internationals :-)
My man was excellent as a ring announcer...in a totally unbiased opinion, of course! He wasn't corny at all and managed to make: "Aaand in the Bluuuue Corner..." sound really cool and right.
I was proud, what can I say?! He's been asked back by the boxing commission, so that's good news!
I can't get the flash disk to work regarding my handbag meme, so as soon as I add some air time data bundles into my 3G card, I'll be able to post it from my laptop!
An irritation of note.
I have a wrap up dinner party tonight for a TV show I've been on and it's a bittersweet day. The bitter part is that I am really going to miss working with the guys, I've learnt so much and I've had a blast being the only female... The show has been running for 10 years, but I only joined them in September. It's a pity it's over.
The sweet part is that I am looking forward to the prawns! Yummy! We all know how I feel about prawns now, right? Mmmm mmmm mmmmm!!!!
Good times!
I have to go baby shopping tomorrow. Hold. the bus. It's for a baby shower and a 1 year old birthday party. Now...is there anything I can take with me, you know, like garlic, a crucifix or maybe a wooden spoke to prevent broodiness? It's a terrible thing...everything is so cute and little and sweet and has the unbelievable charm of making me go: Awwwww and Oooooh and the worst: I want one!
Perhaps I should take a shitty nappy or a recording of a screeching child, with me... that'll help! hahaha!
It was so cool to see my boxing trainers fight...a little strange, but cool. My throat is so sore today from all my screaming. I got this little bubble of satsifaction by screaming back what they would shout at me, when I couldn't bear to do one more minute with the skipping rope, or one more sit up, or one more punch: "WHERE'S YOUR HEART? WHERE'S YOUR HEART?"
It was great. Not so great was seeing them afterwards with some swelling and some bruising around their eyes and cheeks. Oooh Eina ("Ouch" for the internationals :-)
My man was excellent as a ring announcer...in a totally unbiased opinion, of course! He wasn't corny at all and managed to make: "Aaand in the Bluuuue Corner..." sound really cool and right.
I was proud, what can I say?! He's been asked back by the boxing commission, so that's good news!
I can't get the flash disk to work regarding my handbag meme, so as soon as I add some air time data bundles into my 3G card, I'll be able to post it from my laptop!
An irritation of note.
I have a wrap up dinner party tonight for a TV show I've been on and it's a bittersweet day. The bitter part is that I am really going to miss working with the guys, I've learnt so much and I've had a blast being the only female... The show has been running for 10 years, but I only joined them in September. It's a pity it's over.
The sweet part is that I am looking forward to the prawns! Yummy! We all know how I feel about prawns now, right? Mmmm mmmm mmmmm!!!!
Good times!
I have to go baby shopping tomorrow. Hold. the bus. It's for a baby shower and a 1 year old birthday party. Now...is there anything I can take with me, you know, like garlic, a crucifix or maybe a wooden spoke to prevent broodiness? It's a terrible thing...everything is so cute and little and sweet and has the unbelievable charm of making me go: Awwwww and Oooooh and the worst: I want one!
Perhaps I should take a shitty nappy or a recording of a screeching child, with me... that'll help! hahaha!
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Flash disk stuffed up my post! haha
Well this just sucks! I had some time on my hands so I decided to do the handbag meme that KaB tagged me in.
I did, I took pretty photo's and saved it to my flash disk and now the bloody thing wont' read. Argh!
Sorry KaB...I'll try it again tomorrow!! In true KaB terms "bugger!"
:-)
Well that's kinda stuffed things up for me as I hadn't really thought about what I would write today.
This morning was average...boring actually. It was so boring I managed to take a long bubble bath, straighten my hair (it's a mission) and even co ordinate an outfit for this evening. *Sigh* I love my working hours...although, I should really appreciate these few, rare days because it;s not always like this!
I'm going to the boxing at Emperor's Palace tonight. My man is the ring announcer - how cool? It's his first time tonight and I can't wait! I am quite the fan of boxing...yes it's very unlady like. Don't get me wrong, I don't like the sweat and blood and the beating up part. Yes, yes yes...I KNOW that's what boxing is, I just like the sporty side of it and I guess I have a better appreciation as I used to do boxing as a form of exercising.
That used to kill me... people would ask me what exercise I do and I'd say "Boxing"
9 times out 10 people would say: "Oh! Kick Boxing!"
No. If I did kick boxing, I would say that, wouldn't I? Idiot.
"No, the real boxing...you know...in the ring, strapped up hands, gloves, punching bags etc..."
Good fun!
Oh and I keep putting off going to get my ID book and Drivers License...have no idea why!!
Argh!
I did, I took pretty photo's and saved it to my flash disk and now the bloody thing wont' read. Argh!
Sorry KaB...I'll try it again tomorrow!! In true KaB terms "bugger!"
:-)
Well that's kinda stuffed things up for me as I hadn't really thought about what I would write today.
This morning was average...boring actually. It was so boring I managed to take a long bubble bath, straighten my hair (it's a mission) and even co ordinate an outfit for this evening. *Sigh* I love my working hours...although, I should really appreciate these few, rare days because it;s not always like this!
I'm going to the boxing at Emperor's Palace tonight. My man is the ring announcer - how cool? It's his first time tonight and I can't wait! I am quite the fan of boxing...yes it's very unlady like. Don't get me wrong, I don't like the sweat and blood and the beating up part. Yes, yes yes...I KNOW that's what boxing is, I just like the sporty side of it and I guess I have a better appreciation as I used to do boxing as a form of exercising.
That used to kill me... people would ask me what exercise I do and I'd say "Boxing"
9 times out 10 people would say: "Oh! Kick Boxing!"
No. If I did kick boxing, I would say that, wouldn't I? Idiot.
"No, the real boxing...you know...in the ring, strapped up hands, gloves, punching bags etc..."
Good fun!
Oh and I keep putting off going to get my ID book and Drivers License...have no idea why!!
Argh!
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