A Fight For The Car

B and I had an argument this morning.

Over the car.

I wanted it for selfish reasons, mainly because I'm sick to death of getting to work with wet feet.

B suggested I buy some wellies.

I told him to fuck off.

I ended up walking anyway, as my workplace is a 10 minute walk from our house. B's would probably be an hour walk. Luckily it wasn't raining, only windy.

Still, I think it's about time B bought his own car.

What to do?

B announced last night that he doesn't like watches with the metal bracelet type strap. I guess it's back to the drawing board with that one!

Conversation with the in-laws #1

Last night I cooked a splendid roast for B's parents. They came to visit to discuss plans for Christmas. Apparently they're thinking of going away to Germany. Great! Means I can spend this year with my family for a change.

It wasn't the visit that bothered me, or the fact that the in-laws are going to Germany (probably an excuse to get out of buying us gifts - which actually works in our favour, we can get theirs in the January sales), but the fact that B is trying to get credit for this Christmas.

in-laws: So Jessica, have you started your Christmas shopping yet?

Me: Well, to be....

B: Yes, we're nearly done, aren't we Jessica?

Me: *grumbles* Yeh. Something like that. Anyone for coffee?

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I just had to get out of the room, I could have killed B. Making out that "we've" done the shopping together. When in fact, it's been little old me, like every year.

Santa better fucking bring me something expensive this year, otherwise people will be getting gifts from Poundland next Christmas!

Christmas Expense

I love Christmas and I love spoiling people, but I've just been playing around with some figures and it's not looking too healthy. To be honest I'm worrying that it might not all be do-able.

Looking at my wonderful Excel spreadsheet (yes, I'm really that organised) so far I have spent a whopping £600. £250 each for Poppy and Michael (my niece and nephew) and about £90 on B. It's also Poppy's birthday in the new year, so I've spent quite a bit trying to get her birthday presents out of the way. Now, opening up a new spreadsheet and totting up what's still left to get, leaves me wondering where the other £500 is coming from.

I wouldn't get that much if I sold my soul to the devil.

Sugar Daddy?

Prostitution?

Overtime?

I think a 'cut back' is the only way.

Not another fad diet

I'm not one to diet and such, but I am one to exercise and lately I've been squeezing in 30mins on the Wii Fit board every morning and then sometimes an hour in the gym. All depends on how much time I have to spare, or what time I can be arsed getting out of bed in the morning. This week hasn't been easy to do any of those. I've been working all hour god sends really and yesterday was my day to clean, clean, clean and relax. And it shows.

This morning, Wii Fit board told me:

BMI: 26.84
My Weight: 10st 11lb

Looking at the last time I updated my BMI and my weight, it looks like my weight has stayed the same but my BMI has increased a little. Not great really, is it? Well not if I need to reach my target (and healthy weight for my height) of 10st. 11lb seems such a long way off.

So today I am starting a diet, not one of your typical eat 1 piece of ryvita 3 times a day. Those types of faddy diets are just plain stupid. Of course you're going to lose weight eating a mere 96 calories per day! My diet is more of me controlling what passes my lips and hits my tum. Controlling the sugar content and trying to drink more water. The sugar content part is influenced by Quincifer, who is having a No Sweets/Desserts month and she's doing really well at it. I'm not sure I'd be able to go as far as to say NO to sweets and all things sweetie, but I'll sure as hell give it a good go. Doesn't help when this young lady blogs about tasty cupcakes though.....

Anyway, moving on from food (I can hear my tummy grumbling for Cadburys chocolate fingers already), I received a letter in the post yesterday, from my bank. Now, if anyone is new here or just passing by and wondering what the hell I'm babbling on about, feel free to check out this post here. So yeah, bank.... Yadda, yadda, yah! To cut a long story short, they told me how much they'd charged me in the 6 year period. £3000 or there abouts..... 3-Thousand-Pounds!
Boy, would that be nice in time for Christmas. I'd be able to buy a new TV (ours is about ready to die or something), maybe decorate our house a little? Maybe fund that OU course I've been harping on about recently.
Anyway.
Letter asking for it all back. Check.
In the post yesterday. Check.
I feel great today!

Relax

It's amazing how quiet the house is today.

I have another flexi day, yip yip and I've done everything that needed doing, including cleaning our bedroom. It was beginning to look like a typical teenagers bedroom and well, I'm no teenager. So needs must! Domestic Goddess eat-your-heart-out! I've even done the dreaded trip to the supermarket to do the 'big shop' and I have a splendid pork casserole cooking nicely in my slow cooker. Get me hey?

I'm chirpy and walk with a spring in my step.

The postman brought some wedding venue catalogues this morning, so I've just poured myself a lovely cup of Twinings 'Fresh and Fruity' Blackberry and Nettle tea and I'm going to settle down to a bit of Don't Tell The Bride, looking through catalogues and listening to a bit of Paolo Nutini, Air and Rachael Yamagata.

Tip top day for Jessica, I think so!

Goin' to the chapel an we're.....

You'll be pleased to hear that yes, I'm still alive and no, I'm not hiding from the men anymore. I do appear to be more of a 'curtain twitcher' since that event though.

Things seem to be on the up for me at the moment, pushing the conversation with B aside, we have decided to start saving for our wedding. Not planning. Just saving. But it's weird how even saying the word 'wedding' causes me to stress.

But then I stressed, shit, how does one know how much to save when there is no plans in place?? So, trying not to stress about the fact we have only said we're saving for our wedding and not planning... (heck we haven't even set a date yet) I've decided to start my wedding budget planner and piecing together my guest list and I might nip into town on the way home from work and pick up a scrap book and a few magazines. I'm not sure what B will think, coming home to the carpet strewn with wedding stuff. But hey, saving for the wedding was his idea to begin with.... And well, as I said, how can one save when they have no idea how much they need to save and what for?

B is home tonight, so I'm going to cook something nice, enjoy a nice glass of red and take a long soak in the tub.