Fearful Friday

Hi guys,

You must be wondering what I have to be fearful about, right? I have loads to be scared of. I'm going to Scott's work's "do" tonight and I'm so nervous. I tried on my indigo blue dress earlier and now that I've lost a little bit of weight it's hanging off my shoulders a little too much and I don't want his boss and colleagues to get an eyeful of cleavage. I don't have a clue what else I can wear though; I don't have many "dressy" things in my wardrobe, as when I go out I usually wear jeans and t-shirts (I usually go to rock or indie clubs and if you dressed up to go inside you'd probably get beaten up.)
The only other thing I could possibly think of wearing are my black work trousers and a red satin top that I sometimes wear underneath my suit jacket (also for work). I can't think of anything else other than asking Ella if I can borrow one of her outfits, which would be difficult considering we haven't spoken to each other for a while. I would ask Lila but I wouldn't fit into anything she owns. What's a girl to do?

I'm also really worried about drinking too much and making a total show of myself (and Scott) or not drinking enough and being too shy to speak to anybody. As far as I know, all the drinks are free and so the temptation will be too much for me. I'm scared of meeting Scott's colleagues too. There's a girl called Melissa who he keeps mentioning a lot - she's some sort of IT whizz-kid and although he hasn't come out and actually said it, I get the feeling she's quite pretty (I don't know why -let's just call it women's intuition) and he might have a thing for her. His boss is also supposed to be some sort of lecherous fat guy and so I don't want him pawing me either. Apparently, his boss doesn't agree with all these new equality and sexual harassment rules and regulations and just does what he wants. (I'd hate to think what Scott means by that.)

So, I'm sitting here typing this quickly before I get ready. Scott is picking me up at eight and so I still have some time. Wish me luck, anyway and I will let you know how it goes on Monday. But until then...

Callie signing off

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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

Madcap Monday

Hi guys

I have been so busy today I've not stopped, so it's nice to take a breather and update my blog. Something major has happened (Drum roll). Scott and I went to the pizza house and I had a small ham and pineapple, while he had a Mexican and we both had salad and two bottles of wine between us (although I was so nervous I'm sure it was me who drank most of it) so afterwards we both decided we didn't want to watch a film, because we were in a chatty mood and were really starting to find out more about each other. Scott suggested we go to his place and continue the chat and drinks, which we did and...well let's just say that things happened. I'll leave the rest to your imagination because, as I've said before, children might read this.

I'm feeling much more confident about our relationship now that hurdle has been crossed. He still likes me even after seeing the real me! It feels good. I can really be myself with him now. I think I might be falling in love with him.

Anyway, work was so busy this afternoon because Nick and I got sent to the local observatory. The staff there said they thought they'd seen a UFO on the satellite. We didn't get any conclusive proof unfortunately, but I've not seen Nick so excited. He used to do this sort of thing back in the USA before his ex turned all psycho and tried to kill him, so he was positively buzzing when we got the job; so much so that we spent ages there and then we had to rush to see a dog that could say hello. It was so funny! The owner put her hands around the dog's jaw and moved it as it barked and it did sound like hello - though why the owner thought to put her hands round the dog's mouth when it was barking in the first place was beyond me.

I often wonder how some things came about; the best ones are the old remedies like putting cow muck on your neck to cure laryngitis, you know the type of thing. I always wondered what would possess someone to do it in the first place. Can you imagine it? Ow, I've got a bit of a sore throat - I know, I think I'll get some of that slug slime and wipe it on my neck...weird! And so I've only just got home now and I'm looking forward to curling up by the fire with my new book and a glass of wine. I'm not seeing Scott tonight because he's going out with some friends. It's his work's night out on Friday, though and I'm going with him. Can't wait. I'm going to go and have my soup and toast (I'm only eating light meals during the week and pigging out during the weekends to try and lose some weight - I read in the paper that it works!) now and until next time,

Callie signing off

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Sorry Saturday

Hi guys

Firstly, I just wanted to apologize for not posting on Friday, as expected. I did try to post several times but unfortunately blogger didn't want to know and kept sending me errors. I then tried twitter to try and let peeps know that there would be no update due to internet problems but twitter didn't work either! So sorry to anyone who was looking forward to reading about my exciting life! I will have to tell you all today what I was going to write yesterday - let's pretend today is Friday!
I went to see reincarnated Elvis, let's call him Elv. His house was actually quite nice. He'd decorated it with tinsel and glittery window lights and all the surrounding houses looked equally festive. Nick knocked on the door and was greeted by a man with a podgy face with acne; he looked about twenty-six and he had a big nose and squinty eyes. I know you think I'm probably being bitchy and you shouldn't judge a book by its cover and everything but I'm a journalist - I have to tell it like it is, don't I? It turns out that this ugly guy was Elv!
Nick asked him why he thought he was Elvis and he said that ever since he first heard Blue suede shoes one morning on the radio he's been able to sing along to every song even though he hasn't heard them before. (Which I find hard to believe) and that he knows all the words even if it is the first time he's heard it.
Nick's nods and surprised expression only made the situation worse because Elv went upstairs to get his karaoke machine and proceeded to sing along (out of tune) to suspicious minds. I had a very suspicious mind, by this time. Two hours we were in that house. My ears were ringing when we got outside.
I asked him if he thought there was anything else that made him think he was Elv and I almost choked on my mince pie (which he'd kindly given to me) when he said some people had commented on his likeness to the king. I don't know what part of him looked like Elvis but it certainly wasn't anything I could see. Nick took some photos anyway and when the article was printed he did that annoying thing some magazines do where they put two photos next to each other and put the other person's name under each; so he'd written Elv (he'd written the guy's real name but I can't write it her because of data protection) under a photo of Elvis and Elvis under Elv's photo! We had some complaints from old biddies who said it was terrible that Elv thought he was Elvis. There were even some death threats! I mean, steady on girls, it's almost Christmas - where's your Christmas spirit?
I'm going to end this post now because Scott is taking me to a nearby pizza restaurant for tea and then we're going to the Cinema again but we don't know what we're watching until we get there. It's going to be a chill out Saturday, which I need after the week I've had. Anyway, take care you guys and 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

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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

Funtime Friday

Hi guys

I hope you have all had a great week and that you are looking forward to a nice weekend. I went to Chester the other day to see that woman and boy was she weird. Her house was like an attic sale; junk everywhere and I had to move two cats, a pile of old phone directories and a cup with bacteria growing in it before I could even sit down.
She claimed she was psychic and she had dreams about people. She told me she'd dreamt that there was going to be a huge earthquake in the North of England and that although she didn't know exactly when and where it would strike, that it would catch loads of people off guard because the town isn't on a fault line. She said she didn't think anyone would die but there will be destruction to a lot of buildings and some people may lose their homes or jobs.
I'm not worried. She was obviously not the full shilling. It was funny watching Nick cringe as one of her mangy cats jumped on his knee and started to rub itself against him. He's probably a right old fleabag now. I went round to Scott's later on for tea. He has a nice house. A small terrace, which he's done up like a typical bachelor pad - all black leather and flat screen televisions. He'd cooked me lasagne with tiramasu for afterwards and it was absolutely gorgeous. He's a man of many talents, obviously. His day job is in an office doing some sort of IT technical support and he also does volunteer work in the animal shelter at weekends. I bet you are thinking that he sounds too good to be true and I'm starting to think the same. It's like I've had a load of weirdos and losers and now good things are coming to me because I've waited long enough! I'm just crossing my fingers that I don't find out that he's got a secret wife or that he used to be a woman or something. I'm sure Nick would have told me if that were the case; but he's not the most reliable man so I wouldn't put it past him to leave me to find out the hard way.
He's still been off with me. Usually, when we'd been to a weirdo for an assignment we'd laugh about it in the car on the way back to the office, but when we came away from the psychic old woman from Chester, he was quiet. The only thing he said was that he was going to have to go to the bathroom once we got back to work so he could wash away the germs and fleas.
Anyway, I'm waffling again. I'm going out with Scott again tonight. We're going to a restaurant on the outskirts of Liverpool that Scott claims serves the best lobster. I've never eaten lobster and so I wouldn't know either way but I'm looking forward to seeing him again. I can dress up to so I'll wear my new indigo blue satin dress I got in the sale the other day. It's knee length so hides my wobbly things while showing off my slim calves. I will let you know how my date goes when I do my Monday update, but until then..


Callie signing off

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