Heavy Metal Delight....

So hopefully the insurance people are sending me and Lar a cheque to cover all the bits we lost in the 'Great Robbery of 2010'. Well. They say this. They also say they sent it first class post last Wednesday but we are yet to receive it.

So I haven't decided where my loathe lies yet. Royal Mail or the insurers. Id like to say I have faith in the Royal Mail and it couldn't possibly be them. It is the Queens service after all. But I have a feeling if I actually said that out loud I would have to eat my words and then yeah. I hate eating my words.

But I am depending on that cheque a little too much really. My phone has been cut off. Yea readers. That's how bad it is, it wasn't even that much of a bill. But it was slightly more than normal due to being in Miami for a bit and being an avid texter. What are normally all inclusive text messages then turn into 40p a message text messages and then you realise you are a bit screwed. But yes, I digress, it went out the bank at the end of the month when there's no money there and ding! returned payment and no other money. Therefore I now no longer have the phone or the Internet. I feel like a social leper.

Orange phone company. I was gonna send you cakes. I retract my cakes now. HA.

I also have a parking ticket. But the boy is gonna pay that for me. Its my own fault really carelessly parking with my back wheels not quite in the lines. Parking Nazis.

I should always stick to my motto. If its in the lines its fine. Even if its on the wonk. Or really close to the line or, you know, upside down. As long as its in the lines its fine.

It was late, the road was empty. I didn't think the parking Nazi would be out in the bleak mid winter at 10pm down a back street on a Friday. My error.

But apart from that. Everything is gravy. Back to Miami on Saturday. Niceeee. Only for a couple of days mind but I don't mind. I will go anywhere!

Friday night I thought I would be good and stay in and have a bath and a relax but I couldn't relax. So I went to see Kam. We decided as the boys were out being boys we would have a little drink and play rockband. Thant turned into competing hard core on rockband and downing shots of tequila when we thought we had played bad ass and deserved it hahah. The boys came home and it all went to pot. Apparently we weren't that good to the everyday onlooker. Well we liked it so what?! Haha.

I was supposed to get up Saturday morning to go to hot yoga at 10am. Instead....I stayed in bed. Had some toast. Much more appetising than sweating out tequila in a room full of bears disguised as men in speedos.

Saturday I was good. Went to Soundhouse to watch Dethonator. If you like a bit of metal. Check these guys. I think they are the most awesome thing to come out of Leicester. At first I was biased as I used to be good pals with the drummer but I am hooked. They truly are awesome and Jim the singer is immense. I have never seen someone hold notes as sick as he does live.

Oh and also!Karl Phillips & The Midnight Ramblers. Also siiiiiick.

They are a weird one but I defy you to catch these guys live and not want to get in on it. They are like a hip hop band. Karl Phillips kills it and then they smash it on the instruments. Truly talented. You know when you watch something and it just looks so easy. Its like that. It looks easy, it looks fun. To be honest. I just wanted to be in the band.



ANYWAY.... off on a tangent. I didn't drink. I baked. I got loads of pics to put on here but, again waiting for the cheque, so I can replace my little laptop of dreams and get my photos out there.

There are some cracking bits I have been doing and its Christmas again so the cute shit is gonna come out!


Then Sunday got up early had a run and then made a roast with Kam for when the boys got back from football. It mostly went good. The yorkshires went a bit wrong. We didn't have a bun tin so we used cupcake cases and that didn't work. Also. I don't think the oven was hot enough hahah. SO the boy saved the day with a quick jog round to the spar and a bag of Aunt Bessies under one arm. Picto and him also brought dessert. I think I fell in love last night. Properly. When the boy dished out choc fudge cake and flake ice cream, in man portions.

We then played rockband til our eyes fell out. If I never hear Painkiller by Judas Priest again I will be a happy girl.


And she goes to bed happy. Zzzzzzzzzzzz

Death Yoga...

Yesterday I powerhoused....

I got picked up from work so I could make it to the gym for the half 5 Cardio Kickboxing Class.

I absolutely LOVE this class. And last night it was so so so so soooo good because she had changed up the music and there was a bit of N-Dubz in there. I proper love my urban when I am kickboxing hahah.

Then after an hour of pretending to punch people and some stomach breaking ab work I chipped into town for 90 minutes of Death Yoga. Otherwise known as Bikram Yoga.

I totally thought I would be dead and wouldnt be able to do anything but I reckon I had the best class I have ever had. I slightly love Death Yoga also. I dont know why. It makes me feel good.

Although yesterday when I came out and had to walk home I would have preferred to have been rolled home and this morning, due to the kickboxing, I may as well have no arms.

Today, I tried to lift a folder and failed. I am so feeeeble.

Last night...

I had another small baking crisis.

Its the new house. I swear down. Everything I do in that kitchen is weird!

I thought I would forego Bikram because I had 54 cakes to make for my Nans Village Easter lunch or something. And I didnt want to be up into the wee hours doing it... So I rushed straight back from work and got on with it. 30 Guinness chocolate cakes, 24 lemon cakes, one big bowl of chocolate ganache later I thought I would call my Nana and ask her what she wanted me to do with them collectionwise and thought it was a bit odd that she had not been in contact already... this is at about 8.30pm.

Phone call:

Me - Hi Nan. I'm just making your cakes and wondered did you want mum to pick them up when shes done at the bar and take them home so you can pick them up tomorrow morning??
Nana - Ummmm. 16th Charlie 16th.
Me - Huh?
Nan - I want them on the 16th April.
Me - OH! Oh yeah! Haahah. I have it written on the wall there. D'oh! I knew that! Hahaha. Silly me.
Nana - You've not done them have you?
Me - No. No, no, no. hahah. Don't worry.
Nana - Oh good good good.

etc.

HA. Idiot.

So my friends are gonna get caked this weekend.

Diiiiiickhead.

BUT I made pretty cakes for the lovely girls in Newborn department for stepping up to my challenges and coated them in ganache instead of butter icing and ultimately put more smiles on more faces today.

♥ Thanks Girls ♥

My List of Loves....

I was looking at this blog... The Rockstar Diaries and there is a series called "Here's to Happiness" which is where people state the ten things which make them terribly happy. Well being as I have been on a little high of late and am feeling rather nice I thought I would email my ten things that made me terribly happy to this chick. But... As I got started I found I couldn't stop... Which is nice? Hahaha. So I thought sod it. I will write all the things I could think of on here. Sorry if you are bored. But its nice isn't it. Maybe I will inspire you to make lists of things that you love. I for one would like to see them... xxxx

1. Receiving hand written mail.
   
2. Making something I am really proud of.
   
3. The smell of cut grass
   
4. Watching the "Fat Channel" with Lar.
   
5. Dancing like an idiot and laughing out loud when I am by myself.
   
   
   
6. Starbucks Mocha Light Frappucino.
   
7. Lying down and looking into his eyes.
   
8. Snowfights. Snowmen. Snow Angels.
   
9. Laughing so hard until your mouth is wide open but no sound is coming out and your eyes are streaming.
   
10. Sunny road trips.
    
    
    
11. Happy memories.
    
12. Late night non stop talking with him.
    
13. Warm, fat rain on your skin when you've got no place good to be and it doesn't matter what your hair looks like.
    
14. My friend Zod's ridiculous quotes: " Is Barry short for Bareth?" " I don't like horses. They remind me of dinosaurs."
    
15. Open fires.
    
    
    
16. Water fights on a hot day.
    
17. Sleeping in.
    
18. How I feel after Bikram Yoga.
    
19. Fresh bedding, new PJ's after a nice bath.
    
20. Paddling in the sea.
    
    
    
21. Baking cupcakes.
    
22. When a song you l-l-love but have forgotten about pops up on the radio.
    
23. Sunny driving. Music on full blast. Singing LOUD.
    
24. Fireworks.
    
25. Lunch with the girls.
    
26. The sound of an ice cream van...first signs of summer!
    
27. The smell of him when he comes out of the shower. "Holiday Showers".
    
28. Brightly Coloured petticoats.
    
    
    
29. Getting things for him that I know he will like and leaving them in his recycling bin on my way to work for him to find when he leaves out.
    
30. Barbecues that run late into balmy summer nights.
    
31. Picnics.
    
32. Lounge picnics.
    
33. Talking to Jo on the telephone and rambling and thinking I am funny. Even though I am not but because I talk so much shit she laughs anyway and this makes me happy. Hahah.
    
34. Watching LOST and eating pizza.

I ♥ LOST

Is it wrong...

...That I have spent a fair bit of the day writing a letter to Robbie Keane and decorating the envelope? There is a reason for my madness... If I get a response I will say. If I don't I will lock that up in the cupboard of embarrassing things I have done in my time and say nothing.

I'm tired and mardy today. Argument at 3am. Sat on my step and cried so hard I got cramp under my ribs. That's never happened before. Must be the Bikram Yoga ughh.

Cried myself to sleep and felt like crying the moment I woke up. Disgraceful.

This blog is turning into a whole lot of anything. I am sorry. Variety is the spice of life yeah?

I HATE LENT.

Had some of these earlier to make me feel better....

They're ok yeah but NO. They didnt cut it. Feel miserable... STILL.

I think I am the last person actually taking this lent seriously. Yeah thats a dig at the boy. He's rubbish at lent.

All I wanna do is go to wherever THIS man is just sit down and make him make me all his chocolatey recipes and just bask in chocolatey goodness and then die. Of a big fat chocolate induced heart attack.

Oh Bitsssssy. Cheer the FUCK up.

OK. As a method of cheer up-ness....

Check out

Em Cartoons

I love them. They remind me so much of me and Lar....

Hope your Wednesday is going better than mine xx