Jan. 19th, 2007 02:51 pm
puddingcat: (RM's Angel)
My, I'm so cheery at the moment.

Those blood tests I had on 3 Janary? I got the results today (not them being late; me forgetting to call). Read more... )

Meanwhile, I'm wrestling with FRS17 disclosures, deferred tax treatment of such, and actuaries' reports. My life gets more exciting by the minute.


Nov. 7th, 2006 12:26 pm
puddingcat: (Destiny)
I had to get up at 7am this morning. I actually did get up at 8am this morning. It isn't civilised, I tell you. Any sensible person would wait til the world had warmed up a bit (say, until 10.30) and then stay up late to make the most of the residual heat being radiated from a planet that had spent 9 hours or so being heated up by the sun.

I've been steadily tidying up my LJ tags to merge those with only one use into existing more common ones. My life appears to be mainly grupming about work and men (and yes, this is another one). I need to get out more.

Got all Inspired for another WK fic last night (by Don Henley - I'm so rock 'n' roll, me). Can't quite think how to start it though. It has the potential to be An Epic, or alternatively tiny. Am also being given Bad Ideas by [livejournal.com profile] wk_100's latest challenge ("Trapped"). No, really; when I say "bad", I mean "claw your brian out and stomp on it".

No further progress on Branching Out, either in RED or ORANGE. I have, however, knitted 15" of Wavy. It looks like a translucent tortoiseshell cat's tummy. The wiggly ribbing is starting to show up, though not as clearly as in the picture on knitty.com; that's what I get for knitting it out of fairy sheep instead of DK.
puddingcat: (Death Wellies)
Tell me Bad Things that have happened to you in the past 48 hours. Whinge & moan & complain at me. Tell me how it sucks to be you. I want to feel that fate hasn't *really* got it in for me, specifically, more than anyone else.

I promise not to point & laugh (unless I don't like you). At least not where you can see.


Sep. 24th, 2006 06:01 pm
puddingcat: (Lousy apple)
I don't like the new hexagonal cardboard Smarties tubes. You have to tear the entire top off rather than use the intended opening, if you want to empty them all out to eat them in the proper order. That sucks.


Aug. 8th, 2006 09:44 am
puddingcat: (Denial)
Today was the first day in 10 days that I've got up before 9am. The first day in a week I've got up before 10.30am, in fact.

It's the first day I've worn contact lenses in that time; the first day I've worn makeup, the first day I've worn a skirt, and the first day I've worn heels. Last night was the first time I shaved my legs in a fortnight.

It's also the first time I've had a Starbucks in a week, but that doesn't make up for being back at work and not in bed with one cat curled round my head and the other on my tummy.

I want to be back at home, writing crap for [livejournal.com profile] wk_100 and thinking I really *must* get something done before my break's over.


[livejournal.com profile] princesspy is a Bad Influence. After the picture she posted of her sparkly black ballet slippers, I Went Shopping.

Unfortunately, Accessorise had sold out of size 5s. More unfortunately, I found the Monsoon sale rails. For £73 I got a skirt, a pair of linen trousers, a long-sleeved t-shirt and a victoriana blouse. All in black, and all either 50% or 70% off :)

Then, of course, I had to check Barratts for the blue furry leopard print shoes that [livejournal.com profile] pink_weasel had mentioned. They were nowhere to be seen, but a lovely pair of red satin ballet pumps were - for £5. Ooops.

To top it all, my "ok, let's go to Tesco's to stock up on cheap beans & baked potatoes, cos that's all I can afford now" trip revealed some lovely sparkly black ballet slippers.

puddingcat: (Need more poo!)
Have the stress of too much boring urgent work, too little interesting work, too long grass, too much bum, too much clutter and too few plans.

Went comfort shopping at lunch; bought new £20 jeans from Dotty P's (old Gap ones have a hole where I've pulled them up by belt loops too often) and lots of cheese (smoked, Emmenthal & goats') from the Dutch food market. Also comfort ate; waffle with maple syrup from the market, crayfish salad from Pret and Pretzel (also from Pret).

Now wondering how quickly cheap jeans will lose their shape & go baggy round the back. They have a good flare to them, though; they give me an hourglass figure - below the waist...

Have not heard back from Person Supposed to be Posting Me An Interesting Parcel, nor that Parcel I Posted has arrived safely. Poo.
puddingcat: (Cold outside)
I'm having one of those days where I wish I could just go back to bed & start again. Except that I had a nap on the sofa in lieu of a time machine, and it didn't work.

Sometimes, I'd like not to be proved right when I expect the worst of someone.

After a week of bright sunshine & heat, it started raining last night & hasn't stopped. My lawn is now cat depth all over.

Guess what? I still haven't got any thinner.

It's annual review time at work in 3 weeks. Nothing has changed sone the interim review 6 months ago. They're apparently desperate for staff, and yet at the same time seem set on keeping me poking numbers around spreadsheets and telling hopeless clients how to do double entry over the phone. I've given them a list of what I'm interested in; they say there isn't anything available in that area atm, then the weekly newsletters claim we're only not doing that sort of project because of being short staffed.

I really don't like my car.


Apr. 26th, 2006 01:12 pm
puddingcat: (honk honk)
I don't wanna be back at work.
I wanna be back at home, trying on corsets with [livejournal.com profile] brute_force (um, you know what I mean, right?).
I wanna be back in Edinburgh.
I wanna be back in bed.
I wanna nother sandwich.
Anna nother Manda Scott book.
Anna pint (or two).
Anna "tantrum" userpic.

Anna pony.
puddingcat: (Lousy apple)
This SparkPeople diety thingy...

Well, I've lost my water weight; 4lbs of it. What comes off now *should*, in theory, be fat. More thoughts )


Apr. 12th, 2006 09:32 pm
puddingcat: (Devil hamster)
Right. I need help in getting organised.

I can manage to run a certain number of things at once, and I'm not going to guess a number, becasue I'd only keep remembering things I'd forgotten, and end up with more footnotes than body, sounding like the Spanish Inquisition.

Having said that, I'm managing to keep tabs on what I'm eating at the moment1 and to go to the gym2, I'm slowly catching up on the massed piles of Stuff lying around the house, and I'm doing the washing up before I run out of forks3.

I'm not remembering appointments, which I was before adding in the food bit. I forgot my therapy session tonight, which is more annoying because Sue charges for missed appointments (quite reasonably), and I persistently forget to renew my prescription before the last minute, which leaves me having to ask for it to be rushed through the GP's surgery. I do have a diary, and usually remember to write things in it, but it's bloody huge and I still forget to check whether I have anything written in it. I have loads of things I need to get around to doing (such as pay the water bill before it goes to a debt collection agency again, and write more things for Oversteer) but I get home and then it's bedtime, and I haven't even had the energy to think about getting anything done.

Yes, today at work was dreadful. And I've ended up with a number of footnotes anyway, despite my best intentions. Bother.


1 not in a dieting way, but in an out-of-interest-to-facilitate-future-fettling way.
2 I've joined GL-14, which seems very nice & has computerised programmes instead of mucky bits of paper, and runs decent looking kickboxing classes without sparring but with good technique.
3 and not by living on Chinese takeaways for the chopstick option, either.
puddingcat: (Cat in a bag)
1692 - The Salem witch trials begin in Salem Village, Massachusetts.
1896 - Henri Becquerel discovers radioactivity.
1978 - Charlie Chaplin's coffin is stolen from a Swiss cemetery.

1810 - Frédéric Chopin, Polish-French composer and pianist (d. 1849).
1944 - Roger Daltrey, English musician (The Who).
1954 - Ron Howard, American actor, director, and producer.

Nobody I wanted to C&P in here.


Grump. This morning was fun playing with spreadsheets. Now is answering an e-mail from the dimmest client In The World Ever.

Now I've decided what car I want next (in the real world; there's not much point saving up for an F430), I want it now. Dammit. [livejournal.com profile] princesspy is a Bad Influence. So, if anyone knows of an Alfa Spider, in black (or silver, but preferably black) with a hard top, please point me at the owner & I'll offer them Cold Hard Cash. Or maybe a bankers draft.

I want to get things done this weekend because I want to get them done, not because I've let them slip due to being ill / exhausted / away. My housework slaves are on strike, I need to sort out stuff for [livejournal.com profile] fire_kitten and to post [livejournal.com profile] karohemd's birthday present. I'd rather like to get the lawn mown & the car washed & checked, but those are going to have to wait.

I've drawn Joes Edge in the Grand National sweepstake. 25-1 at the last we checked, but with colours I don't like.

I want to know what happens next in [livejournal.com profile] annwfyn's story.

Question: If you *know* you're jealous of an acquaintance, what do you do when you start wishing harm to befall their possessions? Not them themselves (I'm not in that much of a bitchy mood), just "Oh No! What a shame you spilt paint all down your Armani suit!" kind of way.

I can't stop eating; I've been ravenous all week, for things like nuts & flapjacks & fatty/proteiny things. But I managed to jog-with-bits-of-walking 3.2km last night, in 26 minutes. This is why man invented the car. *nods firmly*
puddingcat: (10/10)
Oooh, yes, that was another thing.

Hurrah! for "That'll Teach 'Em"! Although they don't seem aware of the fact that single sex schools with uniforms, squidgy dinners, smelly chemistry and rigidly-enforced discipline were still around in the 1980s/90s. Christ almighty, do kids these days* have no manners or discipline?

Going from the previous series, I reckon it's safe to say that none of the specifically-featured kids so far will do particularly well. Good behaviour and hard work doesn't make good C4 telly.

The most upsetting thing? Where was the Maths teacher? He was the best bit (well, him & his driving lessons). Bah.

*I'll just get my walking frame, shall I?


Mar. 15th, 2006 01:51 pm
puddingcat: (Crazy cat lady)
Ye gods, I hate low blood sugars, especially when they creep up on me in ninja suits & clobber me around the back of the head before I've noticed them coming.

I hate them even more when I don't deserve them; if I'd been eating doughnuts & fruit pastilles, and not baked beans & sushi & grilled chicken, I'd accept that I wass due a Plummet. But I'm trying to be healthy, and eat (mainly) slow-release stuff (except when I don't), and this still happens.

So I've been forced (forced, I tell you) into buying a bag of Wonka's Fruity Wobble Drops and a bar of Galaxy chocolate in an attempt to stop me feeling cold & sleepy & worthlesss & crappy & generally an appalling excuse for a human being. *drumss fingers & waits for the sugar to work its magic*

Why iss it that skin stuff for dry skin leaves me feeling like an oil slick, stuff for normal skin does the same (but with an hour delay) and stuff for combination / oily skin sucks all the crap out of my poress then leaves them looking like Giant Craters On The Moon. Honestly, I look about 50 today. I want a face lift.

I miss physical contact. I did that "love language" meme thing, or whatever it was called, & the physical stuff came first by miles. I miss having people around who I can just walk up to & hug, or ruffle as I walk past, or lean against.


Mar. 8th, 2006 02:21 pm
puddingcat: (Industrial Angel)
Sodding bloody clients.

Sodding bloody moving goalposts.

Dammit, I need a large vodka. And a shag.
puddingcat: (Pouting)
I'm bored.

I haven't been givenn a portfolio yet, I've finished the piece of work that kept me busy last week, and the next one lined up doesn't start until tomorrow. That's out in Leigh on an industrial estate - nothing like a bit of mid-week glamour to up the excitement. I think I might have been misunderstood when I was jumping up & down & demanding to be let back onto the truck jobs; this one's Norbert Dentressangle, who might drive the things, but don't make them, and it's the manufacture that's the fun bit. The production line at Leyland Trucks looks like the biggest Meccano set In The World Ever - you start with a stick of metal and bolt bits on as it goes back & forwards along the floor until you have a custom-built truck. It's fabulous, and I want that client back, Now.

I dyed my hair last night; inch long roots make me look as if I'm going thin on top. Unfortunately, I left it a little late & didn't have time for the proper conditioner afterwards. As a result, I'm Static Girl! today. Sensitive hair nothing; I look as if I've had a balloon rubbed against my head.

Made the mistake of looking at [livejournal.com profile] theladiesloos this morning in my boredom. The CJTC is still there, and it still appears impossible to criticise the community without being flamed, insulted & told to shut up & go away.

Anyway, the weekend in Shropshire was excellent. I should resolve to go on holiday with chefs (professional & otherwise) more often. [livejournal.com profile] professoryaffle is a superb organiser, [livejournal.com profile] minspi needs to work less (or I'll bring out the guilt trips), [livejournal.com profile] dr_wez made monkeks, [livejournal.com profile] nurse_liz is a Glorious Leader, [livejournal.com profile] nannyo a fab knitting partner, [livejournal.com profile] rms a well trained wool bitch, [livejournal.com profile] geekpsi wore a kilt, and the others proved that you don't need an LJ to be Real People. Photos are pending approval.


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