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

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Mad Monday

Hi guys

I had a day off today. The heating broke at work and it was against health and safety for us to come in as the bad weather meant we'd freeze to death or something like that. So I did something I thought I'd never do; I joined my local gym. I've only just got back. I only went at 4 o'clock though, because I went back to bed after my boss called with the good news.
I got weighed, poked and prodded at the gym, which was a little humiliating but it was for my own good because now they've put together a fitness program for me, which will focus on my jelly thighs and stomach. You're probably wondering why I'm suddenly so bothered about my health, right? Well, the other night, after eating lobster (which I thought was horrible, by the way) we went back to Scott's house. I felt bloated after my strawberry cheesecake and four pints of lager and so when Scott's hands moved to unzip my dress I jumped up like he'd set me alight and told him I wasn't feeling well and needed to go home. I'm surprised he didn't dump me. He said he understood that we hadn't known each other for long and he actually apologized! As soon as I got home I realized that I had to do something about my weight if I wanted to feel confident with him. I suppose I've become quite relaxed about it because men usually don't stick around long enough for me to worry about sleeping with them, but things seem different with Scott. I need to shift some pounds and that means cutting out some of my fave foods too. It is going to be so hard with Christmas just round the corner but if I can't do it alone my new trainer, Paul, will make damn sure of it.
I'm thinking about getting a dog, too. Yesterday, I went to visit Scott at the animal rescue centre and I fell in love with a little jack russell puppy called Spud. He's so cute. He needs to be house trained, though and I haven't got the time at the moment and it wouldn't be fair so I've asked Scott to look out for a small house-trained dog that doesn't mind being left alone while I'm at work.
Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you...Lila quit her job. I knew it was too good to be true her actually liking work. She blamed it on one of the customers. She said he tried to molest her when she was measuring him for spectacles. I don't know how he managed this, considering both of them need to be sitting down when this happens.She told me she went to her supervisor immediately but she took the man's side and so Lila, being Lila, grabbed her coat and handbag from the back room and walked out. It was funny how she did this the day after she'd phoned in for an application form for next year's X-factor. Anyway, that's all the news I have for today. I will update you again on Wednesday. Until then...


Callie signing off

xxx