Thoughts for the day

And Why Not?

At one point I think I would have gone mad if I found myself staying in on a Saturday night, but I really don’t mind now.  It’s not that bad at all.  I did have a quick check on X Factor to listen to Diana.  If she gets an album deal I will be buying it.  She is that good. Even if she does bug Laurie with her hand movements.  I’m now going to watch an episode of Chuck, which has suprisingly become my favorite show at the moment.  Then I shall sleep off My Rice Box.  Perhaps I read a little.  Most grown up me thinks.

 How Rude?

Whilst waiting patiently for my lovely tee at Rice Box [it’s the name of a Chinese]; Egg Fried Rice and Sweat and Sour King Prawns, I was shocked by the rudness of one of the customers.  He did not say thank you, demanded extras without saying please.  He was horrid, and I’m sure it was because it was a little Chinese girl serving him.  I very nearly called him the ‘C word’.  Because he is.

Weigh in

I think I’m getting a little bit obsessed with weighing myself.  I’ve found that not only do I weigh myself every morning and every night, but I now do it in pounds first, then in stone finaly in kg.  It is a bit silly.  But hey, I’ve lost around 11lb, that’s less then a stone but nearly 3kg, in the last 6 weeks.  Thanks to poet getting me to count my calories.  I may even have a quick weigh in to see how much the Chinese meal has cost me.  I left some of it, though Bella didn’t.  Soon as my back was turned, she scoffed all the left overs, the gave me a look of ‘I don’t know where it’s gone’.  Bad girl.

The last night

Of my rubbish Spanish lodger.  Yet another loud of washing and drying.  Yet more rubbish outside.  Interestingly, I don’t think she is going to give me a forwarding address.  She just is not that type.  But I saw her going into her new house when I dropped Baz and friends off down the noodle bar this evening.  To close by far sadly.  My advice was to get her own flat, but she is lodging again.  Bad news, as I think there will be a cultural clash.  Hey perhaps he likes to see plenty of strange men in his house.  That would work out very well.  I wonder if it will be strait away or whether she will wait a few months with the ‘one lode a week’ technique.  Funny that, she often has two or more lode’s in  a weekend, one all over her sheets, the other in the washing machine!  Still, I’m now going to have to find something else to moan about, now my house is no longer of ill repute.

Cars For sale!

A good, good weekend.  We have cleared out most of our sticking stock.  So hopefully I can re-invest and make some bloody money.

Right then, Chuck, Engleby and sleep

In that order.  Then off to the lotty, and gym.  Healthy chalky.  Well that’s  till tomorrows quiz, where I’ll sup down 5 or more pints and be a little rude to students.  What bout you?

Laters

Chalkster

Expensive, but it seams right…

On the way back from Barries old office I swung by Wheatly and bought some fish from a small Van that sells fish [oddly enough] on Fridays outside the Plough public house.  I bought Some Skate [No not the smelly fishy lovers from Pompy] and these amasing raw frozen prawns.  The lot came to just over £7, probably £3-4 more then the supermarket.  But the Chap remembers me every-time I shop there and is always happy for a chat.  At that to me makes all the difference.

 Not Being fat

L talked me into counting my calories, and being aware of what I eat, and it has aloud me to loose nearly 13lb in the last 6 weeks.  That to me is stunning, motivational and pleasing. It’s not even effecting on my life as I’m still full, I don’t stop myself from eating anything.  If I fancy  splurge so be it.  I now feel for the first time that I can take myself to where I want to be for the first time in over 10 years.  Now that’s something to be happy about.

Puppy Love

It’s funny you know, I’m wandering about the house, and wherever I am my little shadow is too.  I sit on the sofa, bounce.  Sat with her head on my lap is my wonderful little friend.  I sit working at my desk, and over to my left on my bed is this adorable little creature curled up and awaiting any attention she can get.  I get home after being out, and she is so, so very happy to see me.  It’s almost heart breaking.  I’ll be engrossed in doing something and I’ll hear the bouncing of her rubber ball at my feet, I look down, she looks up and then raises an eyebrow.  I have to throw it for her.  Yesterday when I was walking her, there she was plodding along next to me bouncing happily.  I noticed two people who’s faces broke out into braodgrins, just by seeing this happy little dog.  I’m sure I draw so much strength from this odd little relationship I have.  I even miss her when she is not there, I rarely miss anything.

Another week, another week

One more week passes, and I feel I’ve not-done a great deal [other then my 180].  So I have challenged myself to finish the first episode of Nemeses ‘39.  Which needs to be done.  I also need to start on ‘No Balls’, before it dies a death.  I’ve also an idea for a 22 episode adaptation of one of my favorite books, so I may start mapping that out too.  So much to do.  I’m also egarly awaiting a call on some part time work.  Which I desperately need.  So please let me get it.

Well that’s it for the mo.

Have a top Friday night.

Laters,

Chalkster

One Hundred & Eighty!!!!!!!

For those of you that don’t know: I like darts - I like that they are missiles, I like that they are sharp, I like that I can throw them accurately into a board and I like that I just got my first ONE HUNDRED AND FUCKING EIGHTY!.

Calm down

Fair point, well constructed argument, etcetera.  Okay, I don’t think I’ve ever got a 180  before.  Certainly not a memorable one.  Hey, who cares?  It’s a big thing for me.  It dust over being broke. It dusts over being single [Actually I’m Kinda over that] and it sure as hell dusts over the “wash every - fucking thing - before I move out” issues that I’m seeing.  Honestly do you iron your bedding?  My gran does, and she was born in 1917, you get it?.  Fuck me!

EVERY TIME

Anybody moves out of you house [Be it an ex-girl Friend or a lodger], they do a number of things.  They wash and dry everything It’s true, do you have lodgers?   Wonder why they do one maybe two loads a week?  Especially whilst you do six or sev7n?  It’s because they want to impress you when they first move in.  Don’t want to be a pain, give the wrong impression, start thing off on the right foot…  By the time they leave they don’t give a shit.  All that stuff that should have gone in the bin over the last year, pah.  Lets just dump it out the front of the old lodging for the next week.  Won’t effect me none.

However

Washing your Sheets?  I know I’ve a none stick iron, but ther is a slight chance over around 500 different types of seamen on it no?  Still, its about 4 days now until I’m free - free I tell you.  And that is a fine, fine thing.  Happy Chalky.

I’m off to practice my darts the way I always do.  By not practicing at all.  Seams to be working so far ;-)

Laters,

Chalkster