Friday, 28 November 2008

I'm a Loser, Baby part 2

You'll remember a while back that I mentioned how a group of us at work were entering a 'Biggest Loser' contest at work. Well, today was the last weigh in.

I was doing quite well. I was in the lead for almost the entire contest. Pounds were flying off my body. I was cycling daily and running on the weekends and I paid strict attention to everything that went into my body.

People made comments on how my skin had improved. As more weight came off people noticed changes in my face and saw it on my body. My jeans, which were once too tight, were too big. It was such a thrill and I was feeling great.

Then I met J-

J- loves to cook. Loves to make me big roast dinners. Our mutual friend, Dave, described J- as a 'feeder.' J- fed me well and I ate it all up.

Plus, I eat as an emotional release sometimes. For example I ordered a large stuffed crust Pizza and jalapeƱo poppers after I discovered J- was okay last weekend, and I ate it all that night. Why even today I've devoured a large Galaxy chocolate bar.

I stopped cycling to work because it got too cold and therefore possibly icy. Aside from walking into Kingston to do some shopping Thursday night, I did no exercise this week.

So, I knew I had probably blown it. It had been a month since I had weighed in. I stepped on the scale and...

I lost 6 more pounds bringing the percentage of my initial weight lost to %14.2!

I was the biggest loser! And, now I am £360 richer. I just need to keep it off while dating this feeder.

For your listening pleasure. I'm off to Scotland for James and Dawn's wedding.

Tuesday, 25 November 2008

Barry Scary

All was explained and J-'s disappearing was explained. There was nothing he could have done and it was also not his fault. Trust me. I'm just relieved that he's okay and things have reverted to normal.

In other news, apparently Barry Manilow is considered to be a punishment by a judge in Colorado along with Dolly Parton, Karen Carpenter and Barney the Dinosaur.

Click here to read all about it.

Sunday, 23 November 2008

I'm in Hell

I'm in hell.

Hell is when someone vanishes and you don't know what happened to them, where they could be, or if they are okay.

J- was meant to meet me tonight (well at this point last night) at Arsenal tube stop. He was already in a foul mood as he was coming from Manchester (Man City Stadium) into London and Arsenal (ironically his football team) had lost pretty badly. Then, his train was delayed so we decided to meet at the party. He knew the area where the party was, as Arsenal's home stadium is there. I sent him a text with the address. At 9:45 I received this text.

"Still not in. Am getting really pissed off. Should be there in 20 minutes."

I responded that he deserved some serious pampering due to the day he was having, which I would give him. And, time passed. I rang him at 10:45 and it went straight to voice mail. Thus, I assumed he was in the tube. I continued to ring and text as it became 11:15, 11:30, etc. It always went straight to voice mail and I never received a response to my texts. My friend, Bambos, rang National Rail Enquires at midnight, and I rang May. May rang, David, who knew friends that had gone to the same football game. Both David's friend and National Rail Enquiry informed us that there were severe delays on that line. The woman David had spoken to hadn't even gotten into London until 11:30. May told me that the train this woman had been on would seem like it was almost there and then would back track. I could picture J- getting really angry and getting off the train at a stop to get a train back to Norfolk where he currently lives. But if that was the case, he'd tell me right?

He never showed up. I was in tears at 12:30. I left him a long message urging him to call me as soon as he could to let me know he was okay and left the party with a friend at 1AM.

Once home, I finally was able to fall asleep at 3AM but I woke up at 5:30. I just rang him again, and it still goes to voice mail.

At the beginning of the evening before the trains had even begun to have problems, J- said that he was so annoyed with the game he almost went home instead of coming to meet me and come to this party, but that he had calmed down a bit and was better. I responded that I was glad he didn't go home because I would have been really annoyed if he had. Therefore, I am wondering if he decided to go home once the trains had problems and turned his phone off so as not to deal with my annoyance and would speak to me later when this had all blown over. If that's the case, I will have a difficult time continuing to date him. Turning off his phone so as not to deal with letting me down would show that he only thinks of himself and has little to no regard for my feelings. I would not have been happy, but I would have understood had he just told me. Plus, I would have been able to enjoy the rest of my evening without worry.

Or, maybe his phone died and he had no way to charge it and no way to let me know what had happened. So he went home, arrived insanely late, went to bed, and plans on ringing me later to tell me what happened.

Really hope it is one of those previously mentioned situations or that whatever happened, he is safe. Am sick with worry, unable to sleep, don't know what happened and there is nothing I can do about it. This is my hell.

Saturday, 22 November 2008

Shopping Success!

I had to buy a dress for James and Dawn's wedding. Shopping is not something I enjoy especially at this time of year. People tend to annoy me and I find myself thinking horrid things like, 'Out of my way, you skanky wench,' and 'Shut up, you little bit--,' or 'Walk a little slower why don'tchya, you old crow' at the innocent people who are just doing the same thing I am doing. I can stomach shopping a bit better when I'm with my friends, but in reality the only person I'm able to actually enjoy shopping with is my mother-believe it or not. She's great to shop with when you need something. Somehow she makes the experience fun.

Last summer when I needed a dress for Mike and Anna's wedding, she and I went all over Asheville in search of one. After 3 days we found one. It was more than what I wanted to pay originally, but it was lovely and I got loads of compliments on it.

But, now I'm back in London with James and Dawn's wedding looming on the horizon and not a decent frock in my closet. I put this off as long as possible, but I knew that today would have to be the day. So I dragged myself out.

At Mark's and Spencer's a dress practically jumped out at me and said , 'Me me me!!! I'm perfect for you!!'

It was the first and last dress I tried on. I loved it so much that I took pictures of it in the dressing room and sent it to friends. It is actually two pieces. Here is the main dress.

And here it is with the little top jacket thingy.

YAY!!!! Hoping my luck continues. Have a house to tidy and then am meant to meet J- and we're off to a party.

Oh and I have 3 stalkers now! Hooray. Come stalk me, please!

Thursday, 20 November 2008

Who am I? Facebook Will Tell You.

When I first signed on to Facebook, I tried every application that came along. I had a ball, but now it all seems a bit too much. I have far too many applications now. They all seem a bit silly, so I've decided to delete most of them. Many of the applications I'm binning are little silly quizzes that supposedly tell you what you're like.

So in case you're curious here is what/which (fill in the blank) I am:

Fruit- I'm a pomegranate.
Drugs- I'm mushrooms.
Sex and the City character- I'm Carrie.
Dictator- I'm Theodora.
Friends character- I'm Monica.
Harry Potter character- I'm Hermione.
Jane Austen heroine- I'm Elizabeth Bennet.
Star Wars character-I'm Princess Leah.
Heroes character- I'm Peter Petrelli

Other interesting tid bits I found out about myself via Facebook:

I'm right brained and thus one of those creative types. My IQ according to Facebook is apparently 134. I'm not a genius, but I'm no dumb bunny either. My actual age is 34. (woo hoo!) Oh and my life is 70% perfect, so remind me of that the next time I'm moaning.

And, that's me...according to Facebook. All those silly applications are now no longer on my profile. Only the really important ones (Superpoke, My Little Green Patch, My City, etc.) remain.

Changing subject slightly-I'd be honoured if you'd 'stalk me'. Wondering what that means? Well look to the right side of my blog. I have only one stalker, Mrs. B, so far. (If you are reading this via Facebook notes. You can still stalk me. Simply go to my original blog here and stalk away.)

Wednesday, 19 November 2008

Holy Sh--!

OH MY GOD! (hyperventilate, breathe, gasp choke) Holy Shmolly! This isn't happening!

I think I'm in


I'm not certain how I let this happen. I did do my best to sabotage this, I swear. I spent all last week convincing myself that J- didn't like me, was seeing someone else, was wanting to see someone else. I obsessed and my friends here were on the verge of throwing stuff at me and smacking me around to get me to stop. Eventually I calmed down.... a bit.

Then, he invited me up to stay at his parents' place up north as his parents were on holiday this last weekend.

I relaxed a bit more.

And, I had a lovely weekend. It was very mellow, very nice and just the two of us. He picked up on my paranoia a bit and told me I had no reason to worry. J- told me that he wants to take it slowly. (I have to admit that it doesn't feel slow to me somehow.) He said that if he were living in London he'd be seeing me 2 to 3 times a week. However since he doesn't, once a week for a few days would have to do. He also said that the reason why he wants to take this slow is that his 'fingers were burnt badly in the divorce'. Oh, and his parents know about me!! Gulp! My parents don't know about him. I have no intention of telling them until Christmas-if we're still together that is.

It was a lovely time- did I mention that? Oh yeah, I did. I watched him feed cows. I helped him feed chickens. (His parents have cows and chickens obviously). He took me to his local and introduced me to a few mates of his, but mostly we just chilled out with each other for 3 days. It was very, very comfortable-kinda like a little old couple (his words).

I hope writing this doesn't jinx me. My brother was on-line last night, so I told him. Hope that doesn't jinx me. I asked my brother not to tell my parents as that always seems to jinx me. I think I'll stick to my Christmas plan. And oh no....

I'm going to have to get J- a Christmas pressie aren't I? That is if we're still together then.

Wednesday, 5 November 2008


I'm so happy! So very, very happy! I'm also so damn proud to be an American, especially an American living abroad. As of January 20, 2009 I will no longer have to cringe when the president of my country speaks. I'm proud, proud, proud today to be an American-prouder than I have ever been!


I've been up since 3AM and now I have to go to work. It's going to be a bleary/tiring day for me, but quite a joyful one.

Tuesday, 4 November 2008


I'm excited. My fingers are crossed. I've not slept well in the past few days and it doesn't look like I will sleep well tonight either. Back in Feb 2007, I posted this blog and now it's the day we find out the answer to that question.

I'm going to go to bed about 8 and will set my alarm for 2AM. I will then wake up and watch the results of this historic vote.

My ballot was cast 2 weeks ago, and my hats are off for those back in the US who are queuing up for hours and hours. It's amazing. The sheer voter turn-out alone is inspirational.

I hope that I can sleep tonight.