So i was back in my dads house about 3 minutes before my diet went out the window. I arrived at 6:00 in the morning and by 7:15 I was stuffing white bread rolls down my throat. White bread! And then it make matters worse it was filled with salami and cream cheese. Don’t look at me weird this is what they have it for breakfast in Austria and it is delicious, don’t knock it until you have tried it.
And then for dinner I had pork schnitzel fried the Johann way in about 5 centimetres of oil. It was delicious but very fattening. Pork schnitzel made by Johann is my all time favourite meat dish. When I go to heaven that is all I am eating. That and coca-cola and banoffe pie. That’s all. I will be a fat and happy angel.
Also I slept last night from 10:00 to 6:30. up yours jet lag!.
xxx
Monday 25 February 2008
Thursday 21 February 2008
farewell
Right this is my last blog from London. I am off tomorrow to go to NZ and get fricken married!
See you in NZ if you live there and if you live in London see you where I get back armed with a 5 hour wedding DVD and 600 photos.
xxxx
ps still have not packed.
See you in NZ if you live there and if you live in London see you where I get back armed with a 5 hour wedding DVD and 600 photos.
xxxx
ps still have not packed.
Tuesday 19 February 2008
on the case
I hate packing. I think it’s a hangover from when I used to pack every weekend to go to my dad’s house and then unpack every Sunday.
I hate it , it takes ages and I always have the panic that I have left something behind. Usually I do leave my hairbrush behind. In fact on the last 4 holidays I have been on I have had to buy a hairbrush, so now I have an extensive collection of hairbrushes from places I have been on holiday. I have been around the world in 80 hairbrushes.
Anyway so I started packing on Saturday (chucked random things into a suitcase) and then did nothing on Sunday apart from watch bad tv and look angrily at my messy suitcase and here I am on Monday, still not packed. And tonight i am out, Tuesday night I am out, Wednesday night I am out and that only leaves Thursday which means I will be packing under time constraints which makes it even worse. And I haven’t written a list and I haven’t ironed anything. And I have decided I hate all my clothes and because we are saving for the wedding I am poor so I can’t buy any new things. And the house is a mess. Jamie tidied it on Sunday while I was out and I came home at 3:30 and it was a tip by 3:45. He is a lucky man.
And Jamie is not flying out with me so I can’t shove the heavy things into his bag and now I have to carry all my bags by myself, lucky I have been working out at the gym.
In other gym news my personal trainer made me hop from one side of the room to the other. Six times. It was humiliating.
That’s all. Xxxx
ps on the upside only 4 more sleeps until I leave for NZ.
I hate it , it takes ages and I always have the panic that I have left something behind. Usually I do leave my hairbrush behind. In fact on the last 4 holidays I have been on I have had to buy a hairbrush, so now I have an extensive collection of hairbrushes from places I have been on holiday. I have been around the world in 80 hairbrushes.
Anyway so I started packing on Saturday (chucked random things into a suitcase) and then did nothing on Sunday apart from watch bad tv and look angrily at my messy suitcase and here I am on Monday, still not packed. And tonight i am out, Tuesday night I am out, Wednesday night I am out and that only leaves Thursday which means I will be packing under time constraints which makes it even worse. And I haven’t written a list and I haven’t ironed anything. And I have decided I hate all my clothes and because we are saving for the wedding I am poor so I can’t buy any new things. And the house is a mess. Jamie tidied it on Sunday while I was out and I came home at 3:30 and it was a tip by 3:45. He is a lucky man.
And Jamie is not flying out with me so I can’t shove the heavy things into his bag and now I have to carry all my bags by myself, lucky I have been working out at the gym.
In other gym news my personal trainer made me hop from one side of the room to the other. Six times. It was humiliating.
That’s all. Xxxx
ps on the upside only 4 more sleeps until I leave for NZ.
Friday 15 February 2008
Gay old Paris
Right below are some pictures from My Hen weekend, there are lots because I had such a good time I wanted to show you all about it.
The glamourous start to a glamourous weekend.
Me and mieke and my sash, I felt like a old Miss America.
Hen’s at breakfast.
The Lemon, look how classy.
Getting another clue!
My new garter. For Jamie’s eyes only and maybe everyone else if I drink too much champagne at the wedding.
Looking for my clue in the bookshop, it took me ages, well like about 3 minutes but it seemed like ages.
In the world’s longest champagne bar waiting to get on the train to Paris with Georgia and Mieke.
Me and Ang on the Eurostar, Centre of London to centre of Paris in 2 hours and 5 minutes. Amazing.
Jaime and Rose on the eurostar on the way to paris.
All dressed up and ready to go and see boobies.
Look what awaited us when we sat down in the burlesque club!
Mieke wearing the man's cape, he gave it to her she did not steal it and she had to give it back. Also did you know France is now smoke-free? wicked. London is smoke-free but all the pubs still stink like smoke and a litttle bit like vomit.
Me, Rose and Mieke outside the Burlesque club. We may have had a few glasses of champagne by this point.
Our balcony, Billie Holiday also stayed at this hotel.
Buying yet another crepe with Jaime and Emily. I could not stop myself. I was a crepe eating machine.
Posing on the river with Mieke and Zoe, do you notice my fake rayban sunglasses and they only cost £2, Bargin! You will also notice that I am still trying to work the Posh spice pose. I promise I will stop.
Look how sophisicated we all look!
The tower on a bootiful sunny day
Walking in Paris, Georgia, Mieke and Emily.
The glamourous start to a glamourous weekend.
Me and mieke and my sash, I felt like a old Miss America.
Hen’s at breakfast.
The Lemon, look how classy.
Getting another clue!
My new garter. For Jamie’s eyes only and maybe everyone else if I drink too much champagne at the wedding.
Looking for my clue in the bookshop, it took me ages, well like about 3 minutes but it seemed like ages.
In the world’s longest champagne bar waiting to get on the train to Paris with Georgia and Mieke.
Me and Ang on the Eurostar, Centre of London to centre of Paris in 2 hours and 5 minutes. Amazing.
Jaime and Rose on the eurostar on the way to paris.
All dressed up and ready to go and see boobies.
Look what awaited us when we sat down in the burlesque club!
Mieke wearing the man's cape, he gave it to her she did not steal it and she had to give it back. Also did you know France is now smoke-free? wicked. London is smoke-free but all the pubs still stink like smoke and a litttle bit like vomit.
Me, Rose and Mieke outside the Burlesque club. We may have had a few glasses of champagne by this point.
Our balcony, Billie Holiday also stayed at this hotel.
Buying yet another crepe with Jaime and Emily. I could not stop myself. I was a crepe eating machine.
Posing on the river with Mieke and Zoe, do you notice my fake rayban sunglasses and they only cost £2, Bargin! You will also notice that I am still trying to work the Posh spice pose. I promise I will stop.
Look how sophisicated we all look!
The tower on a bootiful sunny day
Walking in Paris, Georgia, Mieke and Emily.
Six pack time
Right I have calmed down now and I think I may have blown the clip situation out of proportion. Anyway I am keeping the clip and now I only have 22 days left until the wedding. Too late to change plans now, I just have to run with it and hope it works out okay.
And the personal training is going well, I am still under my normal weight and last night I was standing there looking at my stomach in the mirror, which I do quite frequently you cheeky buggers, anyway and I noticed that I was not sucking my stomach in but it was mostly flat. So I told Jamie and he said but ‘you are sucking it in’ and I said ‘I am not.’ And I wasn’t I have just been working out heaps and now I have muscles.
It is really shocking what you can achieve with regular exercise and a sensible diet. Who would have thought?
And the personal training is going well, I am still under my normal weight and last night I was standing there looking at my stomach in the mirror, which I do quite frequently you cheeky buggers, anyway and I noticed that I was not sucking my stomach in but it was mostly flat. So I told Jamie and he said but ‘you are sucking it in’ and I said ‘I am not.’ And I wasn’t I have just been working out heaps and now I have muscles.
It is really shocking what you can achieve with regular exercise and a sensible diet. Who would have thought?
Thursday 14 February 2008
Freakout
I think I am a pretty easy going bride. Despite the fact that I am organising the wedding half way across the world and we have had a few issues pop up and I get upset for a second and then carry on. I haven’t even seen my dress for god’s sake, it hasn’t even been made. Look how relaxed I am! LOOK.
I haven’t had too many fights with Jamie and mostly we agree on the direction of the wedding, I don’t want to say forever in our vows but we reached I compromise. I will say forever and he will turn up and marry me.
Today I had a bridal freak out. I ordered a headpiece what I thought was going to be a nice big clip and it turned a very little clip, a very little expensive clip, and we all know I have a massive head (10cms bigger than the average sized head and I can’t fit any woman’s hats and only men’s in a large size)
Anyway the clip is tiny and is lost of the massive globe that is my head. I was so upset I cried, I cried about a fricken hair clip. I asked everyone in the office about my hair clip (about 30 people) and there were mixed reviews, mostly the advice was you’re look beautiful and you’ll be happy about marrying Jamie. LIARS. They all thought it was too small too, I know it.
And my eczema has returned to my arms. I get it when I am really stressed like when my parents divorced, my 7th form exams and when I was 14 and couldn’t sleep because my birthday party depended on fine weather and I was terrified it was going to rain.
Anyway all that is besides the point. The wedding is stressing me out.
Here is a list of things that keep me up at night:
The table plan, anyone who was tried to seat different people from different backgrounds all in one place will understand. It’s like the fricken UN security council.
That my teeth will not be white enough in the photos.
That Jamie’s teeth will not be white enough in the photos.
I am scared that when I am on the bus and my hair is in a ponytail someone will chop it off. And my long hair that I have spent 18 months growing will be gone. (This isn’t as weird as it seems it happened to 2 ladies in Birmingham, I saw it on crime watch)
That my eczema will not clear up and will spread to the rest of my body and I will look like I have leprosy.
That in the photos my nose will shade the top of my lip and it will look like I have a moustache. (This happens a lot)
That’s all I can think of as you can see they mostly centre around my appearance. So now I feel self-centred and hysterical not a good combination at the best of times. The wedding has spun out of control.
I am going home tonight to have bath and a glass of red wine to calm myself down. Even though I shouldn’t because I am meant not to be having alcohol for the next three weeks. So I have fallen off the wagon, this also stresses me out. I am off to scratch my eczema.
xxx
I haven’t had too many fights with Jamie and mostly we agree on the direction of the wedding, I don’t want to say forever in our vows but we reached I compromise. I will say forever and he will turn up and marry me.
Today I had a bridal freak out. I ordered a headpiece what I thought was going to be a nice big clip and it turned a very little clip, a very little expensive clip, and we all know I have a massive head (10cms bigger than the average sized head and I can’t fit any woman’s hats and only men’s in a large size)
Anyway the clip is tiny and is lost of the massive globe that is my head. I was so upset I cried, I cried about a fricken hair clip. I asked everyone in the office about my hair clip (about 30 people) and there were mixed reviews, mostly the advice was you’re look beautiful and you’ll be happy about marrying Jamie. LIARS. They all thought it was too small too, I know it.
And my eczema has returned to my arms. I get it when I am really stressed like when my parents divorced, my 7th form exams and when I was 14 and couldn’t sleep because my birthday party depended on fine weather and I was terrified it was going to rain.
Anyway all that is besides the point. The wedding is stressing me out.
Here is a list of things that keep me up at night:
The table plan, anyone who was tried to seat different people from different backgrounds all in one place will understand. It’s like the fricken UN security council.
That my teeth will not be white enough in the photos.
That Jamie’s teeth will not be white enough in the photos.
I am scared that when I am on the bus and my hair is in a ponytail someone will chop it off. And my long hair that I have spent 18 months growing will be gone. (This isn’t as weird as it seems it happened to 2 ladies in Birmingham, I saw it on crime watch)
That my eczema will not clear up and will spread to the rest of my body and I will look like I have leprosy.
That in the photos my nose will shade the top of my lip and it will look like I have a moustache. (This happens a lot)
That’s all I can think of as you can see they mostly centre around my appearance. So now I feel self-centred and hysterical not a good combination at the best of times. The wedding has spun out of control.
I am going home tonight to have bath and a glass of red wine to calm myself down. Even though I shouldn’t because I am meant not to be having alcohol for the next three weeks. So I have fallen off the wagon, this also stresses me out. I am off to scratch my eczema.
xxx
Monday 11 February 2008
The Best
I have just got in the door from my Hen party and had it was of the best experiences of my life and bear in mind that I have been proposed to, won an science award when I was 14 and meet two of the five spice girls.
So I will try in the next few paragraphs to convey its awesomeness to you. You know about the delivery, see entry below, so on Friday I turned up a 7:00 with my bag in Marylebone and very, very nervous. And I meet everyone (everyone is Emily, Mieke, Georgia, Jaime, Phat Ang, Rachel, Charlotte, Rose and Zoe) at the pub and they presented me with a bride to be sash, which I wore first with embarrassment and then with pride. And we went and had our nails done, mine were bright pink and looked hot.
We went for dinner at a Malaysian restaurant, I had chicken satay and aubergine curry, if you are interested, and it was delicious and served on mini plates. And then I toddled off home.
At 9;30 the next morning Emily and Mieke collected me and we went into the city to meet everyone else and had breakfast at Fortnum and Mason, it was delicious and I had salmon and they gave me lemon to squeeze over which was covered in a muslin cloth so the pips didn’t get into my food. Such a simple idea but genius. And also the plates were lovely and the salt and pepper shakers weighed about 5 kilos each. The sign of a classy establishment.
Then a gold envelope was delivered to me after we finished our meal and inside was a clue! And I had to read it and solve it, and I am crap at puzzle solving but lucky my friends knew this and made the clues very easy. Did I tell you that they all rhymed like poems? I am so jealous of Rose who was the genius that put the lovely verses together, I can not rhyme to save my life. And that on the front of each envelope was a beautifully drawn letter? Which was handcrafted by charlotte and I am also jealous of her skills with pencils.
On the first there was a P and the clue lead me to Eros, the statue of love in Piccadilly circus and I had to kiss a picture of Jamie, which gave me my next clue, the next envelope had a letter A on it which lead me to a underwear store in Soho called Agent Provocateur. Where I was given a beautiful ivory silk garter for the wedding. Which matches my wedding underwear, it really was an uncanny coincidence. And my next clue which had a letter R on it and off I went to a bookshop to find a copy of Romeo and Juliet. I must be said it was a pretty small bookshop and my library skills weren’t up too much so it took about 10 minutes to find a copy of a book. And when I was in the right section, (drama in case you ever need to find a copy of Romeo and Juliet) and there was a man standing there and I thought he might be part of the surprise. But he wasn’t and he just look confused and then wandered off so I could get to the book. My next clue which lead me to Islington. We hoped on a number 73 and off we went. This envelope had a letter I on it. And I was sitting on the bus saying to Georgia. P-A-R-I what letter could come next? You have probably already guessed it but as I said I am crap with clues and I had no idea.
Then we went to Islington we headed off to a club and on the door was my last clue. The enveloped had an S on it and this is where my brain left my body. P-A-R-I-S, you would think it was pretty obvious. Well not to me. I said ‘Pairs, what’s pairs?’ obviously I am not only crap with problem solving I also can’t spell. And then I said hold on it spells PARIS and than I said okay Paris, I don’t get it. And then ladies and gentlemen the penny dropped. And I jumped up and down and said are we going to Paris? And everyone was like yes and then I screamed like really screamed. Like just won American Idol screamed and a little tear came out. I was going to Paris and I was excited.
But I didn’t have my passport. But Emily said we had enough time to go home to get it. In defence of my crap puzzle solving skills I hadn’t been asked to pack my passport so I was pretty confident we weren’t going anywhere overseas. So I was thinking logically I had just not counted on the genius of my friends. Then we went to a lovely pub in Islington for lunch where the waiters were hot. Better than stripers any day.
And then onwards to St Pancras to catch the Euro star. I still didn’t have my passport and was freaking a little bit. I’m not sure why, my hen’s had organised a scavenger hunt around London I don’t know why I doubted them. But then as we were waiting to get onto the euro star drinking champagne my passport and tickets arrived. I was overjoyed and so excited I could barely breathe.
Two and bit hours later we were in Paris. Fricken Paris and it was night time and glamorous and beautiful and breathtaking and everyone spoke French. I don’t think I can explain how fantastic it was to not knowing where you are going when you wake up in the morning and then see the Eiffel tower at night. It was one of the best feelings I have ever had.
And it gets better. We went to our luxury apartment in the centre of Paris, right next to a crepe shop. the girls had thought of everything.
And I ran around the apartment like I was on a reality TV show jumping up and down and screaming and being a madwoman and just full of joy. And when we arrived there was chilled champagne and Brie, and loads of it. Actually there was champagne everywhere we went. Everywhere. I think I drank about 10 litres of champagne over an 8-hour period. I had a bit of gas but it was worth it. And so I stood out on the balcony that overlooked a courtyard and looked at the Paris lights twinkle. I was in heaven and cried again. And if you know me you know I am not easily moved but there I was crying with joy.
And we had dinner, which was French sticks (from france) and cheese (also from france) possibly the best type of dinner ever. Also I had not had white bread in about 3 months so i think I was on a high from the bread alone. And then we got all dressed up in our best outfits and headed out into the Paris night. At 11:45 we went to Crazy Horse (or le crazy horse in french) which is a famous burlesque show in Paris. And the burlesque dancers were amazing with perfect bodies and perfect boobs. It was fantastic and you guessed it we drank more champagne. By the time we left it was 2:30 and I was tired but so happy I couldn’t stop smiling. We went back to the apartment ate some more and crashed out.
And just when you thought it couldn’t get any better we woke up to a glorious Paris morning, we had breakfast and then walked along the seine in the sunshine eating more crepes and saw the Eiffel tower and the tunnel where princess Diana died (I took a photo of this) and then strolled the Parisian streets like the chic glamorous women we are. We did play a game of truth and dare on Saturday night so we were staying true to our Antipodeans roots.
And then home on the euro star and here I am now. Oh and did I mention I my hen’s were so generous I didn’t open my wallet once? I was spoiled in every possible way. And I had such a great time laughing and gossiping and just being in freakin Paris!
I am indebted to every single one of my hens and can’t remember a happier 48 hours in my life. The wedding has a lot to live up too and I am not sure this can be topped. It was so good I didn’t even miss Jamie once, but don’t tell him that. I didn’t take many photos because I wanted to remember the day in full techni-colour in my head. I have put in links to some of the places we went so you can visualise in your head.
Thanks again to all my amazing hen’s for the best time ever. Ever. Ever. My only hope it that I can return the favour one day.
Am off now to relive the good times in my head over and over again.
Xxxxxx
Also Jamie knew where I was going and secretly put a lock into my bag so I could lock my suitcase and a luggage tag. And that is why I am marrying him.
So I will try in the next few paragraphs to convey its awesomeness to you. You know about the delivery, see entry below, so on Friday I turned up a 7:00 with my bag in Marylebone and very, very nervous. And I meet everyone (everyone is Emily, Mieke, Georgia, Jaime, Phat Ang, Rachel, Charlotte, Rose and Zoe) at the pub and they presented me with a bride to be sash, which I wore first with embarrassment and then with pride. And we went and had our nails done, mine were bright pink and looked hot.
We went for dinner at a Malaysian restaurant, I had chicken satay and aubergine curry, if you are interested, and it was delicious and served on mini plates. And then I toddled off home.
At 9;30 the next morning Emily and Mieke collected me and we went into the city to meet everyone else and had breakfast at Fortnum and Mason, it was delicious and I had salmon and they gave me lemon to squeeze over which was covered in a muslin cloth so the pips didn’t get into my food. Such a simple idea but genius. And also the plates were lovely and the salt and pepper shakers weighed about 5 kilos each. The sign of a classy establishment.
Then a gold envelope was delivered to me after we finished our meal and inside was a clue! And I had to read it and solve it, and I am crap at puzzle solving but lucky my friends knew this and made the clues very easy. Did I tell you that they all rhymed like poems? I am so jealous of Rose who was the genius that put the lovely verses together, I can not rhyme to save my life. And that on the front of each envelope was a beautifully drawn letter? Which was handcrafted by charlotte and I am also jealous of her skills with pencils.
On the first there was a P and the clue lead me to Eros, the statue of love in Piccadilly circus and I had to kiss a picture of Jamie, which gave me my next clue, the next envelope had a letter A on it which lead me to a underwear store in Soho called Agent Provocateur. Where I was given a beautiful ivory silk garter for the wedding. Which matches my wedding underwear, it really was an uncanny coincidence. And my next clue which had a letter R on it and off I went to a bookshop to find a copy of Romeo and Juliet. I must be said it was a pretty small bookshop and my library skills weren’t up too much so it took about 10 minutes to find a copy of a book. And when I was in the right section, (drama in case you ever need to find a copy of Romeo and Juliet) and there was a man standing there and I thought he might be part of the surprise. But he wasn’t and he just look confused and then wandered off so I could get to the book. My next clue which lead me to Islington. We hoped on a number 73 and off we went. This envelope had a letter I on it. And I was sitting on the bus saying to Georgia. P-A-R-I what letter could come next? You have probably already guessed it but as I said I am crap with clues and I had no idea.
Then we went to Islington we headed off to a club and on the door was my last clue. The enveloped had an S on it and this is where my brain left my body. P-A-R-I-S, you would think it was pretty obvious. Well not to me. I said ‘Pairs, what’s pairs?’ obviously I am not only crap with problem solving I also can’t spell. And then I said hold on it spells PARIS and than I said okay Paris, I don’t get it. And then ladies and gentlemen the penny dropped. And I jumped up and down and said are we going to Paris? And everyone was like yes and then I screamed like really screamed. Like just won American Idol screamed and a little tear came out. I was going to Paris and I was excited.
But I didn’t have my passport. But Emily said we had enough time to go home to get it. In defence of my crap puzzle solving skills I hadn’t been asked to pack my passport so I was pretty confident we weren’t going anywhere overseas. So I was thinking logically I had just not counted on the genius of my friends. Then we went to a lovely pub in Islington for lunch where the waiters were hot. Better than stripers any day.
And then onwards to St Pancras to catch the Euro star. I still didn’t have my passport and was freaking a little bit. I’m not sure why, my hen’s had organised a scavenger hunt around London I don’t know why I doubted them. But then as we were waiting to get onto the euro star drinking champagne my passport and tickets arrived. I was overjoyed and so excited I could barely breathe.
Two and bit hours later we were in Paris. Fricken Paris and it was night time and glamorous and beautiful and breathtaking and everyone spoke French. I don’t think I can explain how fantastic it was to not knowing where you are going when you wake up in the morning and then see the Eiffel tower at night. It was one of the best feelings I have ever had.
And it gets better. We went to our luxury apartment in the centre of Paris, right next to a crepe shop. the girls had thought of everything.
And I ran around the apartment like I was on a reality TV show jumping up and down and screaming and being a madwoman and just full of joy. And when we arrived there was chilled champagne and Brie, and loads of it. Actually there was champagne everywhere we went. Everywhere. I think I drank about 10 litres of champagne over an 8-hour period. I had a bit of gas but it was worth it. And so I stood out on the balcony that overlooked a courtyard and looked at the Paris lights twinkle. I was in heaven and cried again. And if you know me you know I am not easily moved but there I was crying with joy.
And we had dinner, which was French sticks (from france) and cheese (also from france) possibly the best type of dinner ever. Also I had not had white bread in about 3 months so i think I was on a high from the bread alone. And then we got all dressed up in our best outfits and headed out into the Paris night. At 11:45 we went to Crazy Horse (or le crazy horse in french) which is a famous burlesque show in Paris. And the burlesque dancers were amazing with perfect bodies and perfect boobs. It was fantastic and you guessed it we drank more champagne. By the time we left it was 2:30 and I was tired but so happy I couldn’t stop smiling. We went back to the apartment ate some more and crashed out.
And just when you thought it couldn’t get any better we woke up to a glorious Paris morning, we had breakfast and then walked along the seine in the sunshine eating more crepes and saw the Eiffel tower and the tunnel where princess Diana died (I took a photo of this) and then strolled the Parisian streets like the chic glamorous women we are. We did play a game of truth and dare on Saturday night so we were staying true to our Antipodeans roots.
And then home on the euro star and here I am now. Oh and did I mention I my hen’s were so generous I didn’t open my wallet once? I was spoiled in every possible way. And I had such a great time laughing and gossiping and just being in freakin Paris!
I am indebted to every single one of my hens and can’t remember a happier 48 hours in my life. The wedding has a lot to live up too and I am not sure this can be topped. It was so good I didn’t even miss Jamie once, but don’t tell him that. I didn’t take many photos because I wanted to remember the day in full techni-colour in my head. I have put in links to some of the places we went so you can visualise in your head.
Thanks again to all my amazing hen’s for the best time ever. Ever. Ever. My only hope it that I can return the favour one day.
Am off now to relive the good times in my head over and over again.
Xxxxxx
Also Jamie knew where I was going and secretly put a lock into my bag so I could lock my suitcase and a luggage tag. And that is why I am marrying him.
Saturday 9 February 2008
Here's looking at you
Oh and also had my eyebrows done on Tuesday she said they had good growth and now they look way better, still a bit thin on the ends but beggars can’t be choosers.
I am happy with them. It is the best that could be done under extremely difficult circumstances.
I am happy with them. It is the best that could be done under extremely difficult circumstances.
Wednesday 6 February 2008
And it begins.
Right wedding month has officially kicked off and after all the planning and stress and fights finally something fun is happening.
My brilliant girlfriends in London have organised an unforgettable hen night.
Actually I have no idea what is going on but last night there was a knock on my door so I went down the stairs in my high heels (I am wearing them in for the wedding, I don't usually wear high heels in the house or ever for that matter) and there was a golden box with a letter on top. Addressed to Andrea- The Bride (that’s me!) My first thought was that Jamie had given me a pre-wedding gift. Obviously I was in shock and not thinking clearly.
The letter had instructions for my hen weekend this weekend, where to come what to bring and crucially what to wear.
And then in the golden box was perfume and body lotion. Jamie was so jealous he screwed up his face like a six year old. I felt so spoiled and so excited. And it’s only Tuesday, imagine what I will be like on Friday afternoon. Uncontrollable.
Jamie is also off to his stag this weekend, I think he is going to an eastern block country to do some go-karting and see some naked ladies. I am not remotely jealous.
Thanks to all my hens! I can’t wait for the weekend to begin.
My brilliant girlfriends in London have organised an unforgettable hen night.
Actually I have no idea what is going on but last night there was a knock on my door so I went down the stairs in my high heels (I am wearing them in for the wedding, I don't usually wear high heels in the house or ever for that matter) and there was a golden box with a letter on top. Addressed to Andrea- The Bride (that’s me!) My first thought was that Jamie had given me a pre-wedding gift. Obviously I was in shock and not thinking clearly.
The letter had instructions for my hen weekend this weekend, where to come what to bring and crucially what to wear.
And then in the golden box was perfume and body lotion. Jamie was so jealous he screwed up his face like a six year old. I felt so spoiled and so excited. And it’s only Tuesday, imagine what I will be like on Friday afternoon. Uncontrollable.
Jamie is also off to his stag this weekend, I think he is going to an eastern block country to do some go-karting and see some naked ladies. I am not remotely jealous.
Thanks to all my hens! I can’t wait for the weekend to begin.
Tuesday 5 February 2008
This Morning
Just got back to my desk after working out with my PT. I worked so hard I do not have enough strength to apply mascara. I did one eye but then gave up on the second. My arm was shaking too much. I also couldn’t hold my juice too my enough to drink it. So now I am weak and dehydrated and one eye looks bigger than the other.
And he made me do push ups. I could not even do one. Not one. And then I tried with my knees down and I still could not do one. I am a weakling. I did learn how to power lift today. Although there were no weights on the bar. But my technique was excellent. And I also did it while looking in the mirror and I realised that I do the weight lifting man face. I kind of screw up my face tighten my lips and do a short puff of breath.
See pic below.
I don't have a belt but I do have gloves. maybe I should get a belt or it that overkill? And will it help me do push ups?
And he made me do push ups. I could not even do one. Not one. And then I tried with my knees down and I still could not do one. I am a weakling. I did learn how to power lift today. Although there were no weights on the bar. But my technique was excellent. And I also did it while looking in the mirror and I realised that I do the weight lifting man face. I kind of screw up my face tighten my lips and do a short puff of breath.
See pic below.
I don't have a belt but I do have gloves. maybe I should get a belt or it that overkill? And will it help me do push ups?
Saturday 2 February 2008
another thing
Oh also I have lifted too many weights and now I have callouses on my hands. I am off tomorrow to buy weight lifting gloves to protect my delicate hands.
Someone once told me I could be hand model. He was a photographer. I don’t want to damage any future career paths.
Above is a picture. I am trying to get some leopard print ones. I think they scream classy lady
Someone once told me I could be hand model. He was a photographer. I don’t want to damage any future career paths.
Above is a picture. I am trying to get some leopard print ones. I think they scream classy lady
Conversations that Jamie and I have had.
After spending an hour getting ready for a wedding and spending over £140 pounds on a dress
Jamie: You know that dress you are wearing
Andrea: Yeah
Jamie: I think I know the problem with it
Andrea: If you going to say anything negative don’t say anything at all.
Jamie: Silence
Andrea: Hi
Jamie: Hi drea is it important? I am really busy at work.
Andrea: Yes it is important. Very important.
Jamie: What’s the problem?
Andrea: What am I going to have for my dinner?
Jamie: Goodbye. Hangs up
Andrea: Did you like the dinner I made you. I used up everything in the fridge.
Jamie: Yeah it was yummy.
Andrea: I thought it was yuck
Jamie: Yeah me too
Andrea: I’m not joking
Jamie: Me neither.
I was wearing heels and therefore taller than him. I had taken them off because my feet were sore.
Jamie: did you take your shoes off so I would be taller than you.
Andrea HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. No.
Andrea : I read today that having your cell phone beside the bed interrupts your sleep and can shorten your life
Jamie: hmm
Andrea: your blackberry is always on and always bedside the bed
Jamie: I have to have it on, it’s my job.
Andrea: you are shortening my life!
Jamie: Would you like to continue sleeping in the bed, in the house that my job pays for.
Andrea: Yes
Jamie: Well then. There’s nothing more to say.
Andrea: I am not happy. And a little bit closer to death.
Jamie: You know that dress you are wearing
Andrea: Yeah
Jamie: I think I know the problem with it
Andrea: If you going to say anything negative don’t say anything at all.
Jamie: Silence
Andrea: Hi
Jamie: Hi drea is it important? I am really busy at work.
Andrea: Yes it is important. Very important.
Jamie: What’s the problem?
Andrea: What am I going to have for my dinner?
Jamie: Goodbye. Hangs up
Andrea: Did you like the dinner I made you. I used up everything in the fridge.
Jamie: Yeah it was yummy.
Andrea: I thought it was yuck
Jamie: Yeah me too
Andrea: I’m not joking
Jamie: Me neither.
I was wearing heels and therefore taller than him. I had taken them off because my feet were sore.
Jamie: did you take your shoes off so I would be taller than you.
Andrea HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. No.
Andrea : I read today that having your cell phone beside the bed interrupts your sleep and can shorten your life
Jamie: hmm
Andrea: your blackberry is always on and always bedside the bed
Jamie: I have to have it on, it’s my job.
Andrea: you are shortening my life!
Jamie: Would you like to continue sleeping in the bed, in the house that my job pays for.
Andrea: Yes
Jamie: Well then. There’s nothing more to say.
Andrea: I am not happy. And a little bit closer to death.
Friday 1 February 2008
Lifestyles of the rich and famous
I have a personal trainer. That’s right a little man who tells me what to do and what I am doing wrong, and I do a lot wrong. I know it is an expense but I am getting married in 5 weeks if I can’t spend money on my body now then when? Maybe if I wanted to be a stripper but I would only be a stripper in a high class joint and they don’t allow girls with stretch marks so that rules me out anyway.
So Bruce puts me through my paces twice a week for the next three weeks. I had my first session today and it was exhausting. Bruce my PT (or Personal Trainer) made me skip and to add to the embarrassment made me do it in front of a mirror. And I don’t think any sports bra could contain the mighty wave of movement of my boobs. My armpits are no longer talking to me and it’s sore to type, walk, eat and breathe.
To get fit for the wedding I am exercising seven days a week. I will outline my plan below. Do you care? Probably not but here it is anyway
Monday
One hour personal training
One-hour power walks with hand weights
Tuesday
One hour in the gym doing weights
Wednesday
Dance Aerobics (see below)
Thursday
One hour personal training
Friday
One hour in the gym doing weights
Saturday
2-hour power walk
Massage (I am an athlete now I have to take care of myself)
Sunday
40 minute run
Two words to describe the above. Hard Core.
I am not outlining this so you will congratulate me. I am just showing you what lengths I will go to have toned arms for the wedding. I am obsessed like a body builder minus the gold bikini and litres of fake tan.
And Jamie said today don’t loose too much weight I like it when you are curvaceous (translation he likes my boobs)
My favourite is dance aerobics on Wednesday nights. And the funny thing I always thought I was a good dancer, I thought if only I could sing I could easily be the next Britney Spears (I know I am 28 but I’ve been told that I look a lot younger, one drunk man once told me I look 21 and I’m clinging to it). But it turns out I am the Ginger spice of the class. I have no natural rhythm, can’t follow directions and probably most crucially can’t tell my left from my right.
So I swing my arms around and just memorise what direction everyone is going in and move that way. I seem to get through it.
This week I thought I had made a massive improvement so I came home and showed Jamie my routine, when I had finished (well done the bits I could remember with some freestylin’ in between) he had a look on his face that could only be described as horror. I wouldn’t be surprised if he cancelled the wedding.
Xxxx
Ps I woke up with 4 zits this morning after having good skin for ages. I blame the wedding and therefore J-me for asking him to marry me.
Also an update on the eyebrow situation, they are still under performing.
So Bruce puts me through my paces twice a week for the next three weeks. I had my first session today and it was exhausting. Bruce my PT (or Personal Trainer) made me skip and to add to the embarrassment made me do it in front of a mirror. And I don’t think any sports bra could contain the mighty wave of movement of my boobs. My armpits are no longer talking to me and it’s sore to type, walk, eat and breathe.
To get fit for the wedding I am exercising seven days a week. I will outline my plan below. Do you care? Probably not but here it is anyway
Monday
One hour personal training
One-hour power walks with hand weights
Tuesday
One hour in the gym doing weights
Wednesday
Dance Aerobics (see below)
Thursday
One hour personal training
Friday
One hour in the gym doing weights
Saturday
2-hour power walk
Massage (I am an athlete now I have to take care of myself)
Sunday
40 minute run
Two words to describe the above. Hard Core.
I am not outlining this so you will congratulate me. I am just showing you what lengths I will go to have toned arms for the wedding. I am obsessed like a body builder minus the gold bikini and litres of fake tan.
And Jamie said today don’t loose too much weight I like it when you are curvaceous (translation he likes my boobs)
My favourite is dance aerobics on Wednesday nights. And the funny thing I always thought I was a good dancer, I thought if only I could sing I could easily be the next Britney Spears (I know I am 28 but I’ve been told that I look a lot younger, one drunk man once told me I look 21 and I’m clinging to it). But it turns out I am the Ginger spice of the class. I have no natural rhythm, can’t follow directions and probably most crucially can’t tell my left from my right.
So I swing my arms around and just memorise what direction everyone is going in and move that way. I seem to get through it.
This week I thought I had made a massive improvement so I came home and showed Jamie my routine, when I had finished (well done the bits I could remember with some freestylin’ in between) he had a look on his face that could only be described as horror. I wouldn’t be surprised if he cancelled the wedding.
Xxxx
Ps I woke up with 4 zits this morning after having good skin for ages. I blame the wedding and therefore J-me for asking him to marry me.
Also an update on the eyebrow situation, they are still under performing.
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