Hot, hot, hot!

The weather for the past couple of weeks has been glorious.

I'm not going to moan about the weather, because all too often the weather is absolutely rubbish.

I am, however, going to moan about my office.

It's currently 30 degrees in the office, and the "air con" we have is on. By that I mean that the windows have been open since I arrived in the office at 7.15 this morning.

I am sweaty and horrible, and it's not a good look for the office.

At all.

Thankfully, I'm not the only one in such a state. BUT I am the only fat one, and there's no way I'd get away with the vest top and shorts look that the skinny girls are rocking at the moment.

Instead I'll just baste in my own juices.

Sexy!

Personally, I prefer tomato...

I hate doing the food shopping. It's one of the jobs that Mr B usually does on his own, but yesterday I went with him. The highlight was seeing this - it really made me chuckle. It went downhill from there....

I also realised yesterday that I hate summer. Not necessarily the weather, but the fact that girls walk around in shorts that are smaller than the underwear I have. It makes me so mad! It's not helped by the fact that I'm totally self conscious at the moment, too - I feel huge, and can't find anything to wear that looks remotely nice.

Fffff FRIDAY!

I am SO glad that Friday is here!

This week seems to have gone on for a long time, so I'm very pleased it's over. And, to make a change, we have a pretty busy weekend, too!

Mr B and I are heading out this evening. It's a bit of a sorry-you-didn't-get-the-job meal, combined with an excuse for us to have a night out together. We're nipping home briefly to get changed, but I won't have time to get showered and made up, which is a shame, cos I'll end up feeling scummy after a day at work... I can't have it all, though!

Tomorrow I'm meeting my friend B, who I haven't seen in a loooonng time for lunch and then in the evening going to the in-laws for dinner. They're always inviting us for dinner, and I always find and excuse to put it off (that's a story for another day, though). Apparently, I can't put it off any longer - 6 months is too long! (Whatever. When was the last time we had dinner with my folks?!

Sunday Mr B will be watching the footy (I'm headed to the gym. England Vs Germany pretty much guarantees an empty gym!) and I'm cooking up a storm ready for the week ahead.

I'm quite excited about the weekend, actually...

Hope you've all got something exciting planned!
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ERM...

Just a quick point about the below post...

I didn't mean for all the text to be different sizes.

Nor did I mean for the centralised stuff to be rubbishly spaced.

Why does Blogger do that? Does it just do it to me?

Anyway - sorry, I know it makes it poo to read.

And thanks - y'know, for reading.

Oh, and sorry that it's generally crap!

xx

A quick catch up

It's been a week or so since my last post. I think that's the longest I've gone

without a post unless I've been on holiday.

I don't really know why, either - I don't think the novelty has worn off...

I've certainly looked at it every day and thought "I really should post", but haven't

felt I've had much to say!

It's not much different this evening, in all honesty, except I'm bored of job hunting,

and need a little rant. Mr B's probably taken more than his fair share of ranting

over the past week or so, so you guys get it now!

Job hunt I have been (and continue to be) totally pissed off with my work for a while now, and although I've applied for lots, I haven't been successful in getting too many interviews so far. I was, however, invited to an interview with a company who had found my CV online. I thought that was a good sign straight off! The interview was last Thursday, and it went really, really well. I got on with them both really well, and the job was great - different enough from what I'm doing at the moment for it to be a challenge, but near enough for me to know what I was supposed to be doing. And only half an hour from my house. They said they'd let me know by Tuesday lunchtime at the latest.
I tried not to get too excited about it over the weekend, but really did think I had it in the bag. It wasn't meant to be, though - I got an email on Monday evening saying I'd been unsuccessful. I was gutted. Totally deflated. It wasn't anything I'd done, so that's positive, but the search starts again...

Diet. Well, that's gone out of the window! I've had a real craving for carbs for the past few days, and, unfortunately, I've succumbed to it. Stupid Mrs B! I was thinking about it today on the way home from work, and realised that it's pretty sad that I don't really have any photos of me on my honeymoon with Mr B. I was so self conscious, I would only let him take head and shoulder photos of me, and I've forbidden him from showing anyone any of the ones he snuck of me full length. I'm so embarrassed that I've let myself get so fat again, yet can't seem to do anything about it. I'm lazy and pathetic. What's it going to take for me to get off my arse and do something about it!?

Family My mum rang me in tears earlier in the week... She's broken up with her boyfriend (that's a really weird phrase to use when you're referring to your mum. She wasn't dating a boy, he was a man. Although, based on his maturity levels...) of 2 and a half years.
I really struggled with finding the appropriate reaction for that one - on the one hand I'm sorry for my mum, and I really don't want to see her sad and upset.
On the other, I wanted to jump for joy. I have never liked him, and have always thought she could do, and definitely deserved, better. This is the guy that took her to McDonalds for their first date. The drive thru - they didn't even sit in the "restaurant". I should also point out that he's 38, not 18, so there's no part of his brain that should've thought that was a suitable first date location. Equally, there's no part of her that should've accepted it, either.
I'll give her a couple of weeks to pull herself together, and then maybe the tough-love will come out...

Everything else...

England got through to the second round of the World Cup today, apparently.

This means that I've lost Mr B for at least 90 minutes on Sunday, and probably for a week or so after, while he's following what's going on. Brilliant - time with my hubby wiped

out.

I had a period. Whoop! (Have I mentioned that already? Maybe, I don't remember). Four weeks after the last one, 14 days after ovulation. Awesome. I'm tracking my temperature again at the moment, and hoping to ovulate again later this week. Mr B and I are... "on it"!

Work is (obviously, from what I've said above) rubbish. I'm being totally patronised, and I'm starting to get holes in my tongue because of how much I'm having to bite it. I'm ready to walk, but can't afford to.

Anyway, that's enough rambling from me... Laters!

Boo!

I didn't win the tickets.

Never mind - I'm sure there's plenty of other bargains just waiting to be had...!

Behind the times!

I know I'm about 10 years too late getting in to it, but I'm loving Ebay at the moment!

I've never really done it before - but I've really got in to it in the last month or so.

I bought some super-cheap OPK and HPTs from a seller on there, but I've ended up buying another coouple of things along the way, too.

I bought a vintage Suzy Smith bag which was delivered to my inlaws today. I haven't seen it yet, but I'm very excited to get it tomorrow (Mr B's going to fetch it while I'm at my interview, so that'll be a nice treat!), I bought a book that should be here soon, and I'm currently "watching" 2 Bon Jovi tickets for next weekend. That will be my biggest purchase, so I'm a bit nervous, but I gotta try, right?

Mr B and I have a shed load of things we want to sell on there too, so we're going to start doing that, too. In fact, I'm going to add that to my list...

Any tips would be great!!!

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