A Catch Up

I know I haven’t kept up to date with this recently. I feel like I have to apologise. I’m sorry, guys. I have been out leafleting to the baby weigh in clinics of Essex, to try and find some more clients for our next term. We’re not doing too badly, actually – we have 100 on our waiting list and people are still calling, so it’s pretty good.

I’m really enjoying life right now. I’m having the best time with my job. Although leafleting is not an amazing job, to see results in more clients is definitely a bonus. For those who know me best, you’ll know I get slightly obsessed with random things like that – I suppose a little bit like my small (but frequent) obsession with blogging. On our computer office manager thingy, it shows you a percentage of utilisation from all the people who have enrolled. I get so excited, watching the numbers go up – it’s quite sad really.

At the moment, we’re 77.9% – and we’ve acquired another pool for our September term!. Thumbs up!

One of my bosses had her baby yesterday, so I think things are about to get busier! That’s another client! 100 101 on our waiting list :)

Ooh, I lost again this week, which is some more awesomeness, but I hoped it’d be more as I didn’t go over my points at all last week, so I was a bit disappointed. However, weight is still being lost, so thus I am still awesome. In fact, I’m so awesome, I am currently wearing a T shirt I bought which was too small for me. More thumbs up! We had fish ‘n’ chip shop chips after our weigh-in on Wednesday. Seriously, they should bottle the smell of fish ‘n’ chips for fat fighters like me. I would’ve eaten the whole shop if Sue wasn’t there to guide me out of the door…

I had a really good night in the pub last night. Yes, I got slightly very drunk. Yes, I abused Facebook like I always do. You guys know the deal. But I didn’t call my Nan at stupid o’clock, because it was St. Patrick’s day and I made sure I called her before I went out. I have decided that my family are pretty awesome. The lot of them. It’s a nice realisation. Maybe I’m still drunk.

AND I have my awesome bright red hair back again.

But pros and cons, my friends. Fred, my Tamagotchi (Alfred’s baby if you’re keeping up), ran away from me the other day. I just completely forgot to keep feeding him, because I’ve been so busy and I’ve put him on silent, so he doesn’t beep, so there was no way he could tell me he was hungry. So now we have Carl, who is still in my coat pocket and I haven’t even looked at him this morning… I’m not feeling the Tamagotchi thing so much anymore.

I should have started training for the big swim last night, but hair dye and drink seemed a whole lot more appealing… I have five months to get into shape and swim twenty one miles in seven days. God help me.

Also, it’s a shitty dreary day today and I am nursing a hangover in the office on my own. What I’d give for a McDonald’s breakfast right about now. They should deliver.

I have a busy few weeks coming up as well. Not only is this leafleting malarchy lasting all the way to the 2nd May (I know and we’re only in March!), I have a night out with my Mum and friends next Friday, curry with my friends the Thursday after, clubbing with some of the pub staff on the Friday, Jay’s granddad’s 80th birthday on the Saturday, Mum’s birthday the following Saturday… the list does go on. I suppose it’s better than being bored and doing nothing.

Tonight, it’s Comic Relief – one of my guilty pleasures that I watch every year alongside Children in Need and The Brits – and Jay promised me wine, although the very thought of alcohol is already turning my stomach. So a nice night in, considering we were both out last night and he’s probably feeling as rough as I do right now.

This weekend, Jay and I are going to see our V festival friends (for that is what they should be known as forever, even though Jay grew up with them!), Pete and Vikki. They live a while away from us and last time we saw them, we ended up drunk in a Mexican in Covent Garden. So we’ll be watching the rugby with them in a pub.

And Sunday, we’ll be driving home, via Tesco’s, so I can pick up some fruit and yoghurt to at least pretend I’m being healthy and good this weekend.

Psychic Eve. A Review.

I’ve been in two minds about publishing this post. On one hand, the psychic was just for me, it was for my peace of mind and it fulfilled it purpose. On the other hand, I want to record exactly how I’m feeling at this point of time, a reflection on what was said. So I think I’ll outline the basics of my half hour reading with the psychic.

So despite the delay in getting there, which started at 6pm (I got there at 7.30pm because I had to work), I actually had a good time at psychic eve and I will probably do it again in a few years time. I put my name down on the list and waited for my turn. The wait was two hours. Four diet cokes later, I was sitting in front of a lady, surrounded by candles.

My psychic was a lady called Ann Gard. You google her and nothing comes up, which is quite spooky – who doesn’t come up on google?! But the leaflet says she’s been on telly and an internationally renowned psychic, medium and clairvoyant. There were three psychics to choose from and I chose her, because I liked her red tablecloth. And I think she was the better of the three anyway, after comparing other readings from people in the pub that night.

She started by saying “You’ve had a reading before, haven’t you?” I replied, “Erm, no, but good start…” She kept complaining that she was dying for a fag, but was going to have one after she’d read my tarot cards. She put a cassette into a dictophone and pressed record. I doubt I’ll be able to hear anything on my cassette, as it was around 10pm when I was being ‘read’ and people were obviously drunker and louder. Plus, who has a cassette player anyway?

As my other psychic blog post says, I went in with an open mind, but as the time crept closer, I was increasingly hoping that Dad was going to come through.

Anyways! From the beginning. Work was fine, she said I find it challenging at times, but I’m really good at my job. She knew that I trained people (i.e. training parents to teach their babies to swim), but she said if I wanted to change jobs that I will be successful at that too. Hooray on the work front.

Relationships. She knew I was with someone, a Leo. She said I could marry him if I want to, and it’ll be in three or four years and she saw me having children. She said he was honest, and there’s nothing really negative about him (cue: Jay’s head inflating…). She said that my Mum likes him, and that he wrote a diary, that I might be interested in. I am yet to find out about said diary.

Financial. She said that with my savings, I will buy a house this year and I will probably buy it together with Jay.

Other. She saw a lot of travel this year (Dubai, Rome and Plymouth so far), particularly Ireland (where we have discussed travelling to for my Uncle’s 50th on Monday, so there’s no way that anyone could possibly know that!) and maybe Australia (my Australian family might be coming over at Christmas). She said there are three main events this year: a wedding, a flat warming and a birthday party. She said I have to socialise more and not necessarily always with Jay and she said that August will be my best month. Well, duh – V Festival! She even knew that I blogged and said that people enjoy what I write!

She asked me if I had any concerns over anyone in particular. I said my Mum and my brother. So she started with my Mum. Bear in mind, this is the first time that she’d mentioned my Dad at this point… and she said that Dad is always around Mum and she knows it. She then flickered to something else and said, “I see red hair”. The pub is quite dark, so I pointed out that I had red hair at the moment. She turned to me and said “He really likes your hair”. This is weird, because he always hated my hair. With passion. Psychic then went on to say she could see a money box and Dad saying “save what you earn”. Sounds like Dad :)

So then, she moved onto my brother. Well, well, well. She said my brother was a huge flirt. Yes. And a womaniser. Probs. I won’t tell you what she said about his future in case he reads it and tries to alter it. But let’s just say it’s pretty good.

Honestly, I can understand how some of it might be coincidental. I really do. But. Some of the things that she said really couldn’t be guessed. For example, my blogging. I doubt anyone in the pub reads, or even knows, I blog as a hobby. She hardly looked at me, as I speculated that I may give too much away. She looked mostly at the cards, analysing what they say. It was extremely interesting and it has fed my fascination even more so.

I wonder how you realise you’re psychic? Do you hear voices? Apparently, you inherit tarot cards. “They choose you”. But what if you have no interest  in psychic stuff and you inherit these cards? My psychic said that she ‘sees’ things. She could ‘see’ my Mum, looking at a silhouette of my Dad through a window. I don’t know. I’m just even more intrigued with it now! And I’ll probably use the same lady again in a couple of years. I’ll just make sure she has a fag break first.

New Year. Part One.

I thought I’d start writing this post now. I don’t know how it’s going to turn out, so please do bear with me.

2010 sucked. And actually not just for me. My nan had three relations and one friend die this year, a taxi driver in Plymouth had ten family deaths… However, after several blog posts of sadness, worry, guilt, just to name a few of the millions of emotions I have felt this year, I have decided that 2011 will probably be my year. Reasons for this whole optimism? No one can possibly have two bad years in a row, right?

On reflection, I don’t actually think there was a glimmer of goodness in 2010. Full of insane rows with boyfriend, putting on more weight that I vowed to lose, sucky job, good job turning into sucky job… And of course, the obvious. The two lines that I have imprinted in my brain after this year are from Baz Luhrmann’s “Everybody’s Free (To Wear Sunscreen)” and they go like this:

“Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.”

Family is extremely important, particularly when you have a shitty year. They are the people you can depend on, even though sometimes you feel you can’t turn to them for whatever reason. My family are quite lucky, in that my parents were still together, I get on well with my brother. Other families are not really like that. One family that I can think of is completely split in half, arguing, always out there to prove a point to the other half. I’ve spoken to two children involved in this divide, just general chit chat and both have emphasised that they’re not talking to the other half, even when I didn’t ask (and I don’t really care, because it’s not my business and I’ve never really been a gossiper). In fact, both think that I’ve “forgotten where I’ve come from” because I don’t care about their gossip.

Interesting, eh?

Anyways, those are the lines that are going to (semi) guide my new and fresh year and so time for a fresh and the start of my new years resolutions.

1. LOSE THE WEIGHT. God damnit, you can bloody do it, Franno! Just lose the sodding weight and get skinny. I need to lose about 4 stone to get back to my ideal weight. I shall have to put a picture on here of me, when I was on holiday as a mere 18 year old with the physique that I want again… In fact…

LOOK AT THAT! Although perhaps slightly chavtastic, but I was on holiday, thus it was hot and that is why you wear a cap. To hide the sun from your face. Also, I was swimming like, five times a week. Now I have a job. It’s just an inconvenience. Anyways. Back to losing weight. I think skinny me will make a more confident me. Oh yes, it will. It’s not as if I want tonnes of male attention, because I adore my boyfriend. But some to get him jealous would be nice. And on that note…

2. BE NICER TO YOUR BOYFRIEND. I have been difficult this year. I haven’t meant to be. I didn’t even know I was being difficult at the time. But I was and that’s not really who I was when I met him. Poor guy, he must think I’ve got multiple personalities. He’s not quite family yet, but he might as well be. He went through a lot with me this year and it’s not that I don’t appreciate him enough; it’s more I was concentrating on everyone else.
(Note to boyfriend: Don’t take this as a get out of jail free card and please don’t go on about number one resolution too much. If you do, I go back into my childlike state and just don’t do the things you tell me to do and ultimately eat more. I’m going to try, promise.)

3. DON’T DRINK SO MUCH. I didn’t realise I was until the other day. And I’m starting to forget about the night before due to excessive alcohol consumption. Of course I won’t cut out drinking all together, but only drink on ‘special occasions’, i.e. V festival, gigs… I can have fun without alcohol! And I will prove it. Plus, this also coincides with number one, because less alcohol might mean losing more weight. Maybe.

4. TAKE MORE PHOTOS. I would bloody love to know what I actually did last year… I have a terrible memory (even without alcohol!) and can’t remember much of anything. This, of course, is not helped by the fact that I don’t take enough photos of anything. I think, the only time I’ve taken photos this year are the following:
a) new hair cut
b) Plymouth
c) when Mum first bought the puppies
That’s about it. I haven’t taken any of the snow. Any of any other nights out that I’ve had. And I always have my sodding camera on me, so there’s really no bloody excuse!! And something that will encourage me to take more photos…

5. TAKE CARE OF YOUR FACE. Sounds a bit of a weird one, right? And I think probs diet and exercise will help this one. BUT I am a NIGHTMARE for sleeping with make up on. I need to learn to cleanse, tone and moisturise my face. That’s right. I’m starting this one from tonight! Yus, I am!

That’s all I can think of so far. But five’s a good start, right? Most people only have the one.