today

im on my 3rd debbie macomber book since saturday :)

im making soup

my car is having its seat fixed and is in the garage

i booked the boyf physio for tonight but he refuses to go

im going instead

work soon

very few people get to see me vunerable.

my physio is one of them. we talk about everything. hes always upbeat, knows alot, and isnt just a physiotherapist, he's an accupuncturist as well, as it coinsides with the treating of his patients problems- hes been on that many courses he knows alsorts, so tonight when he asked if id had headaches i mentioned i thought i had sinusitus.

and he got excited. really excited.

like a puppy.

i ended up, after he'd worked on my back, sitting up in my bra and sweatpants, having 7 needles stuck in my face, 1 on the top of my head, one in each hand and 1 per shoulder top.

lets see if it works!



p.s. he was enquiring about my snot at one point

oops

i couldnt find a decent bra this morning. i ended up putting an old, comfy is one on. its turquoise gauze looking. totally see thru. where was i meant to be half an hour later? physio. where i have to take my top off. oops! you could quite obviously see my nipples. i felt bad. then we ended up talking about periods. *shakes head*

um...

im not gonna put this in paragraphs cos i cant be bothered

-i now have the same color hair as this



which what im aspiring to have by the wedding, length, curls and color.

-we've managed to get thru all my greys anatomy box sets, we're 2 discs into the last one now. we've past whats on terrestrial tv. woop. i have no idea whats left after this. a full season? 2? it think 2.

-our bed has developed a severe squeek. so much so that we had to stop cos i was giggling my ass off at it, which made Glyn start.

-the shelf in the kitchen, which had loads of plates on, about 10 bottles of different types of oil, jugs, tupperware... collapsed. the kitchen was built on the cheap, (the insides dont match cupboard to cupboard, in either kitchen) but anyway they used cheap plastic things that hold up the shelves. they bent. they dropped. we were in the dining room and heard a crash. it took a while to work out what it was as nothing visible happened as the cupboard door was shut, nothing was broken tho. thankfully. annoyed tho.

-2 of my 3 orchids are dying. i dont know what im doing wrong. i might try special orchid food, but some of the flowers are dropping off :(

-im sick of doing washing. im sick of cooking. im sick of cleaning. im sick of looking at piles of detritus, unfinished rooms, and im sick of needing another set of drawers and 2 bookcases from ikea that we A) cant afford and B) cant fit in my car even if we put it on my credit card

-my back hurts, my neck hurts. i hurt. i have so many knots in my back, i cant wait to see my physio on thursday.

-we started watching The Informant. the boyf turned it off, it was boring, we didnt even get halfway thru

-i bought a Swarovski crystal oyster with a pearl set in it for my mum and dad for their 30th anniversary. im amazed cos mum actually loved it. dad had me get her flowers from him. so i did from my new fave florists. she liked them, yet still had a little complain. it wouldnt be her if she didnt. theyre beautiful tho. whether she whines or not.

-more and more ideas are formulating inside my head. for the wedding. not just general ideas.

-crazy weather today, it was very warm, lovely and sunny, and then we got an amazing rainstorm, so much so i set off from my house in the sun, and nearly had to pull over on the way to frannys cos i couldnt see out my windscreen

-speaking of windscreens. mine has a chip in it, the boyf and i were off to Trafford Centre (due to me seeing smoke plumes near the motorway and me wanting to find out why) and anyway, something hit my windscreen, hard, it shook the car, if whatever it was would have gone thru id now be a widow.

-smoke plumes were from horrific moorland fires in nearby halifax

-the boyf is taking me to NYC for my 26th, but it will be his 40th 2 months later, i might incorporate that into it, if i can

-im getting fat

and now im off to sleep, goodnight x

the boyfriend surprises me! ^,^

just got back from physio (with more sports ball sized bruises), sweatpants, band t-shirt, NO makeup and hair from hell and the boyf texts me and asks me which house is mine? then that hes just past the pub 5 doors down? where is netherfield (my house) run outside in sweatpants, t-shirt and SOCKS and no make up and down the path to the road... find boyfriends car at bottom of my drive, knock on window and still in utter shock (also still in socks- road is wet and temp is 1 degree celcius) and direct him where to park and lead him into house... to meet parents....!!! went for ace walk and got some 'us' time at last, a few hours later went to work, still on a high... lift goes in my room and i stick my head up to see if its a collegue or my manager, boyf AGAIN! twice in one day! woop!!!!!!

back to work after being ill sucks. my gut, stomach and food are not friends of mine. i might just stop eating and none can then bother me.