Monday, 30 April 2007
A thought
Ever noticed that, if you actually like friends, no matter how many times you watch the same episode it never gets old?
And I will walk 500 miles...
Well maybe not quite that far.
But I've decided it's time to get fit. Not so much to make myself look better (though that's part of the package!), but to actually get physically fitter.
The problem is I'm buggered if I'm going to pay to join some club or programme and I don't exactly have a home gym either. Which leaves me exercise videos or going out in the wilds of East London for a jog or (heaven forbid!) a run. Now I'm not too bothered about the idea of going out for a jog, I AM bothered about wearing suitable clothes.
I'm a city girl, I wear jeans and heels or jeans and (pretty) flats. I do not own a pair of trainers, or really a pair of comfortable shoes to be honest. I don't have sporty kinds of clothes and I don't even own a sports bra.
This getting fit malarkey is going to cost a pretty penny isn't it?
Bugger.
Then there's the route. Like I said - East London, it isn't exactly the safest place in the world to plug your iPod in and go out for a couple of hours and get absolutely knackered is it?
Maybe I'll become a dog walker. A vicious dog walker and run them for exercise with a built in bodyguard? Sounds good to me.
But then there's the poo.
Bugger it, I'll stay unfit.
But I've decided it's time to get fit. Not so much to make myself look better (though that's part of the package!), but to actually get physically fitter.
The problem is I'm buggered if I'm going to pay to join some club or programme and I don't exactly have a home gym either. Which leaves me exercise videos or going out in the wilds of East London for a jog or (heaven forbid!) a run. Now I'm not too bothered about the idea of going out for a jog, I AM bothered about wearing suitable clothes.
I'm a city girl, I wear jeans and heels or jeans and (pretty) flats. I do not own a pair of trainers, or really a pair of comfortable shoes to be honest. I don't have sporty kinds of clothes and I don't even own a sports bra.
This getting fit malarkey is going to cost a pretty penny isn't it?
Bugger.
Then there's the route. Like I said - East London, it isn't exactly the safest place in the world to plug your iPod in and go out for a couple of hours and get absolutely knackered is it?
Maybe I'll become a dog walker. A vicious dog walker and run them for exercise with a built in bodyguard? Sounds good to me.
But then there's the poo.
Bugger it, I'll stay unfit.
Sunday, 29 April 2007
So sad
Easter is definitely over now.
Good thing about Easter being over: Half price chocolate, sometimes with mugs and hot chocolate too!
Bad thing about Easter being over: No more hot cross buns. What’s a girl to do??
Answer: stop gorging on chocolate and hot cross buns and fit into those summer clothes!
Good thing about Easter being over: Half price chocolate, sometimes with mugs and hot chocolate too!
Bad thing about Easter being over: No more hot cross buns. What’s a girl to do??
Answer: stop gorging on chocolate and hot cross buns and fit into those summer clothes!
Saturday, 28 April 2007
Last night
I cooked dinner for the first time* yesterday! I’m extrememely proud of my culinary expertise now. It looked absolutely rank but tasted gorgeous. Eat with your mouth and not with your eyes people! That’s what my dad always says.
I know, I know; it’s pretty pathetic for an eighteen year old to have only just now prepared a family meal but when your mum cooks better than a Jamie Oliver/Gordon Ramsey hybrid there really isn’t much opportunity is there?
So on last night I took advice from the Hairy Bikers and cooked squid with harissa and orange sauce (get me cooking something mildly fancy!!). It was very nice, if I do say so myself.
Slight problem is that now I’ve done something mildly decent I’m expected to cook often! Often I say! Bugger.
Today I’m attempting sushi…wish me lots and lots of luck please.
Why can’t we just live off ham and cheese toasted sandwiches with chocolate brownies?
*I tried to do a chicken pasta thing once that didn’t work, ‘nuff said.
I know, I know; it’s pretty pathetic for an eighteen year old to have only just now prepared a family meal but when your mum cooks better than a Jamie Oliver/Gordon Ramsey hybrid there really isn’t much opportunity is there?
So on last night I took advice from the Hairy Bikers and cooked squid with harissa and orange sauce (get me cooking something mildly fancy!!). It was very nice, if I do say so myself.
Slight problem is that now I’ve done something mildly decent I’m expected to cook often! Often I say! Bugger.
Today I’m attempting sushi…wish me lots and lots of luck please.
Why can’t we just live off ham and cheese toasted sandwiches with chocolate brownies?
*I tried to do a chicken pasta thing once that didn’t work, ‘nuff said.
Friday, 27 April 2007
Hi there!
So I'm my His Angel, Angel for short and I belong to my boyfriend.
This is the ramblings of my mind and snapshots of my life.
Wipe your feet on your way in please...I like my carpet white.
This is the ramblings of my mind and snapshots of my life.
Wipe your feet on your way in please...I like my carpet white.
So...
...Yesterday I created a blog, it's remarkably similar to this, the only problem is today I can't log in. Not only can I not log into blogger but I can't log into the email address I created yesterday just for the blog.
It all went tits up basically.
So after 20 minutes trying to get the blinkin things to log in I have given up and started this one.
So this is my (second) new blog.
Hi!
It all went tits up basically.
So after 20 minutes trying to get the blinkin things to log in I have given up and started this one.
So this is my (second) new blog.
Hi!
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