Hum-drum and ho-down

humdrum and ho-down eh? how's that for a snappy title.

Today was a bit of a meh day. The kitchen is a mess so i didn't bother making my planned lunch. Its a tiny kitchen with one small worksurface and originally only 3 cupboards. 3!! how the feck am i supposed to fit all my kitchen wiz-gadgetry (that is rarely used) in 3 cupboards. So we bought some more from Ikea. Which means continuing the tiles (yes the walls were only part tiled to the edge of the cooker) put in some spanking new cupboards and another worktop. and then we went to bed! hey presto one nifty, but messy kitchen (operation clean up starts shortly!). work was meh. I'm not going to the gym today as the house is a state and the ho-down kicks off on friday so it needs cleaning before then. And dutchie is even more useless at housework than i am. A domestic Goddess i am not!!


I did manage to eat quite healthily at work. I had ertwen soup (pea soup), a wholemeal roll, yoghurt and 2, yes 2!! (count 'em) pieces of fruit. And then craved chocolate ALL day. If it wasn't for the fact I had no change in my purse - didn't ya know i'm like the queen? I never carry cash- i would have snaffled everything in the vending machine.

I do have a plan though. Well its a plan that I have been doing for the last 3 weeks now. for every Kg i lose, I pay 10eur into a locked savings jar (dutchie has the combination to the lock so I couldnt break into that sucker if i tried!). As I also suffer from Trich (more on that to come) I also pay myself 1 EUR for every day i am pull-free. So, after 3 weeks, I have the nifty amount of 59EUR in my jar. And Jan isnt even over yet!! Last night I browsed the net looking at all the things I plan to treat myself to with my hard earned "winnings". Then promptly decided that it doesnt matter how much i lose, nothing is going to suit me , and started looking at holidays instead. Which made me feel meh. Hence the meh=ness today

Ah well, in 2 days it is my birthday! (No, im not getting any older. honest. I'm like dorian grey. eternally youthful. honest!)
Friday the dutchie is doing something. Don't know what as he wont tell. Or he hasnt actually planned anything and is scrambling around the next few days to try and sort something out. The dutch are very strange on birthdays. When its YOUR birthday, YOU invite people round to YOUR house where YOU proceed to  wait on THEM hand and foot. I dont get it. Birthday's are about me! one day a year that's all I ask. But no, the dutch don't get it. The last 2 years I have managed, for financial reasons, to not have the Dutch-in-laws round for my birthday and instead only have them at the end of Feb for Dutchie's. But this year they have insisted that they come here. even though, its MY birthday and I dont want to. go figure. Though at the very least, they aren't coming until Sunday. I said, not too early as I am celebrating with friends on Saturday night and intend to get completley hammered. So they are arriving at 2pm!! Ha they will get a fright when i dander down the stairs in my dressing gown, hair like a crazy woman with hours old drool on my cheek and a glassy eyed stare. That will teach them!!

So, off to clean the kitchen I go, shake off the meh-ness and maybe dance around in my underwear (or maybe shorts and a tshirt, don't want to scare the neighbours) and then a nice healthy dinner. Homemade meatballs, gravy, mash and loads of mixed veg! Lekker!

Groetjes
angell
xx