Worn-out Wednesday

Hi guys,

I'm starting to feel really run down again. I think it's the stress of Christmas approaching faster than a high speed train. Don't get me wrong, I love Christmas, but I haven't really had as much time as I'd like, to get things done. I've bought half my pressies but I don't know what to get Lila or Ella. They are both quite spoilt and like to have designer stuff and I can't afford anything like that. I don't know what to get Scott either and whether or not I should get Nick anything. Stress! I've sent out my cards, at least and I put up my decorations last night. I got one of those black trees and it looks quite trendy with all my pink baubles and pink tinsel on it - very Goth!

I've also bought some Baileys and two tins of chocolates as one tin never lasts long enough. Now that Scott has seen me naked and not done a runner I'm assuming he doesn't think I'm that fat, so I've decided to eat as much as I usually do over Christmas and then start my diet again after Christmas. I used to know a girl at college who used to weigh about eighteen stone and she had this boyfriend who'd asked her to marry him and so she went on a mega diet and exercise plan that Madonna would have struggled to keep up with and she ended up losing loads of weight and she was able to fit into a size 8 wedding dress. The trouble was, two weeks before the wedding her fiance said he didn't fancy her now that she was thin and he called the whole thing off - I don't want that to happen with me and Scott do I? All I can say is, "Pass me that hazelnut caramel, yum yum."

I'm going to have to end here now because I can hear Christmas music and I think it's our local Round Table Charity Christmas sleigh (We have a lorry that goes around the streets at Christmas and it has a trailer attached to it with Santa on it. He throws sweets for the kids and he plays loud Christmas songs and people go around with collection tins.) I'm such a big kid myself I don't want to miss it. So, until next time...

Callie signing off

xxx

Windy Wednesday

Hi guys

I'm typing this after being attacked by a rubbish bin that had just been emptied. It has been so windy the past few days (that is an understatement, actually - the gusts have been gale force) but fortunately I'd not had too many problems, until today. I was driving down the road, minding my own business, singing along to Maria Carey's Christmas song when I was almost forced off the road by a black bin that was blown into my car at a most inopportune moment. It thumped the side of my car so hard it's left a dent and made me scream like a banshee. I was just glad that it hit the side of my car and that it hadn't been launched in front of me causing me to swerve or worse-I could have been  killed! (Let's just say I will be sticking to the speed limit in future.)
Anyway, that was the bad news. I'm feeling a little better now that I've had three cups of strong tea with lots of sugar in it (good for shock apparently). The good news is...(drum roll), Scott has asked me to go to his work's Christmas dinner with him! Nobody has ever asked me to do that before; probably because most of them have been too ashamed to be seen with me or something. Isn't that great? He must like me. All his bosses will be there and everything. We are going to the Lowry in Manchester. It will be so cool. I even get to wear a formal evening dress. Just call me "Posh". I can't stop thinking about it. When I log off I will have to get ready to go out with Nick to a man who claims to be the real reincarnation of Elvis Presley. I don't think he is, not because I don't believe in reincarnation (my mind's still open on that one) but because if Elvis were to come back again, I'm sure he would pick a better place to live than a council house in Runcorn. It should be interesting though and will probably take my mind off the excitement of Scott's party and the shock of almost being tragically killed by a rubbish bin. I will tell you all about it on Friday. But until then...


Callie signing off

xxx