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Apologies folks. My last post was out of character and un-called for. That's why I have edited it down.  I humbly beg your forgiveness.


Righto lets resume all normal functions, pronto. Life goes on and so do I

Well now, all the melodrama aside. Busy day listing lots of jumpers. Dammit, ok, just the ironing and photos. But a gal can wish huh?

Tommorrow will be the actual listing.

Aww, happy smiley spending institute!

Watch this space folks. Or this space if you like!

I need to rant. Right now.

express yourself.

Hmm

I was listening to one of my favourite songs Cee Lo Greens' F#ck You and it really hit me that I should post this song somewhere as a tribute to my ex and his "ex-wife". The biggest cocklodging bastard the world has ever seen. May he rot in hell along with his 'ex-wife'. Darren , you know who you are.

Ad nauseum.

Work work work. Blah blah blah. Sigh. Inspiration strike me!

Please??

I'll take it anywhere...between the eyes, on my arse (lord know's you'd have a job to miss it!) anywhere. I am really struggling to get anything done. Well, I got the ironing done. All 20-odd shirts all my jeans, the kids stuff and some sheets, hot damn, but I hate ironing. Maybe I should stop putting it off for so long this time... Two months isn't that long though, I mean hey, you'd get twice that for killing someone. Wouldn't you?? Or hell you'd get life just for not paying your council tax bill.

Today, people, I am attempting to list some coats and jumpers (damn this weather). I usually don't mind listing clothes but I normally have my eldest around at some point to weigh and take photos. So... here I am>>>>schmuck<<<

Pick up the item, check it over (sigh, again), take a million photos, best to get lots of shots of various things and to not exagerate at all. One I really like to take is of the garment label because then you don;t have to prove the materials in your listing. I'm a bit nit-picky over my listings, honesty is such a rare commodity these days don't you think? And besides it's really hard buying things over the internet anyway so you need as much detail as possible right? Like the feel of a piece of clothing, whether it's soft or silky or wotnot.

Coats first, as it's the right weather, as it is sadly still for the jumpers, though I may n ot have enough time for that as school pick up in a mo.. Wish I could work out how to link to my Ebay listings so you guys could see what I'm talking about. One day maybe, when the I've-got-a-clue-fairy  pays me a visit in my sleep!

Idiot Proof Diet

Pig to Twig

I've had my lunch (homemade vegetable soup. Dead easy just boil up lots of veggies in some stock for an hour and blend with some cheese and/or cream. Mmmm). And been thinking about this bloody diet I'm on. You see I woke up one day about a month ago and I'd simply had enough of feeling fat.

Fat. It's an ugly word (and a common problem). I don't think I like the word myself. But it is fairly descriptive. I, like many other rotund people (oh ok, maybe not rotund but I feel as if I am some days) in this battle of the vulgar bulge. So I happened across in a peculiarly serendipitous purchase of the Cosmopolitan Magazine last month this book ....

I flicked through it, quite idly, without much thought to implementing it. But I was grabbed by the humour and utter, well, by the balls, human-ness of the two women who lived it then wrote it. You can check it out here if you like.

So anywaaay.. I have stuck to it with vim and vigour only to fail. Or else it's my scales? Though I did buy some new posh swanky ones, only to have them end up giving 8 different readings in a matter of seconds. Why do we do it to ourselves? I get the whole principle of a low carb lifestyle but I just can't deal with the failing. Especially as I haven't cheated! I have stuck to it through the proverbial thin and thick! I will stick it out a bit longer as it doesn't really feel like a diet.

Blah!

It's raining.

I am unwell.

I cannot concentrate on work.

And besides. I don't want to work on a sunday.

In the rain.

Whilst sneezing and feeling sorry for myself.

There must be SOMEONE out there who feels sorry for me and wishes to cheer me up by telling me how wonderful I am for not only getting up before 9 am, but also washing up (not my job, huff), drying up (sigh, not my job) and preparing brekkie (ditto job) for three sleep deprived and ravenous (pink haired) teenagers. And a nine year old?? 

After all that hooha I decided to try a new recipe. For my own brekkie. It was Almond Puff Pancakes courtesy of The Low Carb Gourmet by Karen Barnaby turned out ok, except I had to use more butter in my pan than reccomended and due to not being able to taste anything I may have used a leetle too much butter, splenda and cinnamon in my sauce!! heh heh heh

The teenagers all said it smelled lovely ( I may pass out from all the mum related approval just now) but they were rushing around getting ready to unleash themselves on the unsuspecting public go out. Words were had about finances " oh mummy I loves you soooo much (vomit) and can I borrow £3.00 for coffee?" I thought I fought a reasonably balanced and tactful argument over the fact that we already possess coffee. And of many varieties, and some terribly tasty ones for the coffee machine. And for much less cost per cup! But no, this is sadly not amusing for the average 14 year old. Yes of course I caved. I am unwell people and am therefore more marshmallow-ey than normal.

Mum still wins as it will simply be added to the growing iPod debt. }}}}evil mum chuckle{{{{

Where's the cup of tea??

Ebay defeats me today. It's so much nicer to be talking to you guys anyway. At least you stroke my forehead and bring me cups of tea ... Pretty please? Decaf please with soya milk and three splenda in it.... Oh the things we do in order to be healthy to lose weight, get fit, not be rotund, wobble less in the tummy area and happy. 

Now where did I leave the remote to mute the kids noise? Which demented person invented Playstations without including automatic weekend dis-functionality??? Sigh. I hate Crash Bandicoot.

Hurrah!

Apologies my friends, I have been struggling to put fingertip to extruded plastic. My idea for putting down my random thoughts thereby saving me from penury has all gone awry! Sadly it is because I have been working and not because I have discovered a life lurking somewhere in a previously undiscovered cupboard.

I am listing like crazy. And struggling attempting to adapt to the global market place. I thought I was moderately au fait with how to keep my listings fresh and at least passably human. I wonder have any of you found that? You go looking for something other than a pair of shoes on there and it's all trader this and powerseller that. Where has the personal touch gone to?  Where has the humanity gone to, and the humour?

Hark at me! Oooo got all whimsical just there. I must be tired.

Only one thought keeps me hanging in right now - ahhh my bed. To. Sleep. Oh how I love my bed. It's just about the most perfect thing in my world. Cosy comfy and most of all non-judgmentally forgiving. It doesn't mind if I occaisionally fart in it (not that I do! oh no not me) and if I fall asleep on it (really doesn't mind) or if I share it with a cuppa or a book (totally easy going). I may pay it a visit very soon.

All this working and dieting (no no sorry 'changing your lifestyle choices' for those that are good for you 'long term') are wearing me out. Thank god the kids are ticking along ok for the moment. Have just finished decorating Eldest Darling Daughters' bedrooom (only been in this house 2 and a half years) as she has been super patient narky, nagging, nit-picky about the whole thing. My genius lazy idea for painting it like a sketch book all white, went down a hit! Score one for MUM!

She is actually a really talented uber manga artist (ok, mixed my genres there sorry) and really liked the idea of using all her walls as a sketch book. High five! MY idea. The heady daze of finally ''getting it right'' won't last. Just like the iPod touch. Hmm dear, what was that? You love me lots, cos I'm awesome? (I give it 5 minutes)