Dear Diary,
So this, as John Lennon once said, is Christmas. Or nearly, at any rate. Technically, this is Christmas Eve - but damn, is it exciting! The good news is, I'm COMPLETELY organised - and this is the first Christmas I've EVER been able to say that. Presents bought, wrapped, labelled and placed under the tree. Outfit for tomorrow sorted. Hairdo and make-up style? NAILED. The bad news.....? Well, there isn't any.
Spent a fantastic final few days mostly Christmas shopping and meeting the girls for lunch - all the better to exchange Christmas (and in my case, late birthday) presents whilst shrieking loud enough to attract the waiters. Ah, good times!
FROM LISA:
Birthday: "Cooking with Sign Language" book (actually from her mum - awwww!), some cupcake cases, a gorgeous Dessert cooking book (as I've previously bemoaned my extreme difficulty with making anything dessert-ish) and a pretty little embellished key on a keyring - which I was told (in keeping with "The Secret") was the metaphoric Key to my New Flat. HOW amazing??!
Christmas: I shit you not - a game entitled "Nookii." Was slightly confused, thinking maybe some foreign language, until I saw the tagline: "The Grown-Up game for playful couples." (!!!!) Can forsee a lot of fun with this. A woman at a neighbouring table even asked where it was purchased.
FROM ALICE:
Birthday: Beautiful, silky black and purple underwear set. Sweet baby Moses, it is FIIIIIINE!! Practically sprinted home to try it on.
Christmas: Mini Sign Language dictionary - which I've been after for ages. Except this one fits in your POCKET!!!
So that was the other day - today we met up again in town, for some merry drinks and food. Had to haul-ass to Marks and Sparks halfway through - to pick up one last present and a little black cami/mini cardigan to wear tomorrow - but other than that it was fantastic.
The plans are all set for tomorrow, as I speak. Such are the bad relations at Joe's house (as per) that he's spending Christmas with us -at my Auntie's. I'll be honest, despite the connotations of why he's joining us, I'm pretty excited. The family are looking forward to seeing him again, and both parties (ie: Joe and my family) have bought presents for each other - neither knowing, and both violently exclaiming that they hope the other hasn't bought them anything. As it stands, I'm the only one who knows the truth, from both sides. Starting to feel like a vaguely evil puppet master.......!
All that remains now is tonight - where I'll be heading, (now vaguely tipsy) into town to meet Joe and his mates (plus WAGs) for Christmas Eve drinks. Kitted out in the new sailor dress I discovered in Primark last week - which, incidentally, makes my boobs look HUGE without actually revealing anything.
God bless Primark, every one!
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Thursday, 24 December 2009
Saturday, 19 December 2009
Christmas Lead-Up!
Dear Diary,
There are times when it's impossible to get by. When sometimes, your extreme willpower and competence isn't enough to get results. When you have to shelve your pride and pick an easier option.
Which is why I say: Thank CHRIST for Amazon.
What a wonderfully, wonderfully simple idea. Thanks to this genius website I can now Christmas shop to my heart's content - without having to stifle to death in over-long queues, avoid eye-contact with enthusiastic Christian canvassers, or indeed, leave my house. Fantastic. Don't get me wrong - unlike other people - I love nothing more than slipping on icy high streets, breathing in the cold air (that seems to virtually buzz with excitement and impatience) and trailing into every shop that's covered in tinsel, special offers, and cheap decorations. I LOVE struggling around with about 15 bags, trying to find my purse in the bottom of my handbag and having to stand on the tram. I love laying all my purchases out at home, and more than anything, I LOVE wrapping them. Mark my words, Christmas shopping is the BEES KNEES.
Christmas preparations are well underway, chez O'Donnell. By some miracle of nature, I have not continued my grand tradition of "buy everything on Christmas Eve," but have, in fact, become unbelievably organised. I literally only have about 5 presents left to buy! I should REALLY be organised more often......
MORE GOOD THINGS ABOUT THE HOLIDAY SEASON:
My friends are back. All the better to swap presents, reminisce and be filled with that joyful friend-glow that appears as you are reunited.
The parties. OK, there haven't exactly been LOADS, but had a pretty good fancy-dress knees-up at Marie's last week (all the better for Joe to meet college friends). He went as a pirate, I went as a gypsy (feathers and earrings and bangles, oh my!). Watched in horror as a very pissed Anne (aka: Buzz Killington) launched herself on Joe to share tales of her ballet class, the kids she teaches (ASSISTANT teaches, can I point out) and other similarly crashing-ly boring stories, as he pulled faces at me behind her back. She wasn't even in fancy dress! Eventually she forced herself onto a terrified 17 year-old's lap, whilst stage-whispering (ie: very loudly) to me: "Kat! I APPROVE OF HIM!!" Nice, but her opinion didn't exactly matter to me. Harsh, I know, but true. Anyway, drinks were imbibed, catch-ups and dances were had and eventually, we headed back to his (all the better for the pirate to meet the gypsy in the tavern, hehe).
The silly promises. Whilst tipsy the other Saturday, I made a pledge (one I'd be thinking about for a while) to Joe - to inforce a sex ban, just for a few weeks, in January. So that I could "enjoy all the other things that come with a relationship" and hopefully train my brain into not thinking that sex is something that should be partaken as often as breathing. He agreed, but bet that I wouldn't even last a week. Naturally I got all indignant and competitive and swore I'd prove him wrong. We'll see in 2010!
The Work. Had the very good fortune to be taken on at the agency my brother works at doing Hospitality work, you know, parties, dinners, conferences and the like. Which, fortunately, means a spike in work-load this time of year, with Christmas parties and the like. Luckily, Joe climbed on board too, meaning we've had a rip-roaring time the past few weeks, working together and pretending not to know each other as anything more than colleagues (secret kisses in the kitchen, anyone?) And it doesn't stop there - I've worked at Key 103 gigs, seen JLS, Spandau Ballet, and a whole host of others perform, gone to posh hotels at the airport and been chatted up by a Captain Jack Sparrow-a-gram. WHILST. IN. CHARACTER (needless to say, the shaky-kneed blushing schoolgirl in me came RIGHT to the surface). And on top of all that - MONEY MONEY MONEY!!!
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Current Mood: cold - to my extreme delight, it looks like we're getting a white Christmas!
Current Music: "Mama Do" - Pixie Lott
There are times when it's impossible to get by. When sometimes, your extreme willpower and competence isn't enough to get results. When you have to shelve your pride and pick an easier option.
Which is why I say: Thank CHRIST for Amazon.
What a wonderfully, wonderfully simple idea. Thanks to this genius website I can now Christmas shop to my heart's content - without having to stifle to death in over-long queues, avoid eye-contact with enthusiastic Christian canvassers, or indeed, leave my house. Fantastic. Don't get me wrong - unlike other people - I love nothing more than slipping on icy high streets, breathing in the cold air (that seems to virtually buzz with excitement and impatience) and trailing into every shop that's covered in tinsel, special offers, and cheap decorations. I LOVE struggling around with about 15 bags, trying to find my purse in the bottom of my handbag and having to stand on the tram. I love laying all my purchases out at home, and more than anything, I LOVE wrapping them. Mark my words, Christmas shopping is the BEES KNEES.
Christmas preparations are well underway, chez O'Donnell. By some miracle of nature, I have not continued my grand tradition of "buy everything on Christmas Eve," but have, in fact, become unbelievably organised. I literally only have about 5 presents left to buy! I should REALLY be organised more often......
MORE GOOD THINGS ABOUT THE HOLIDAY SEASON:
My friends are back. All the better to swap presents, reminisce and be filled with that joyful friend-glow that appears as you are reunited.
The parties. OK, there haven't exactly been LOADS, but had a pretty good fancy-dress knees-up at Marie's last week (all the better for Joe to meet college friends). He went as a pirate, I went as a gypsy (feathers and earrings and bangles, oh my!). Watched in horror as a very pissed Anne (aka: Buzz Killington) launched herself on Joe to share tales of her ballet class, the kids she teaches (ASSISTANT teaches, can I point out) and other similarly crashing-ly boring stories, as he pulled faces at me behind her back. She wasn't even in fancy dress! Eventually she forced herself onto a terrified 17 year-old's lap, whilst stage-whispering (ie: very loudly) to me: "Kat! I APPROVE OF HIM!!" Nice, but her opinion didn't exactly matter to me. Harsh, I know, but true. Anyway, drinks were imbibed, catch-ups and dances were had and eventually, we headed back to his (all the better for the pirate to meet the gypsy in the tavern, hehe).
The silly promises. Whilst tipsy the other Saturday, I made a pledge (one I'd be thinking about for a while) to Joe - to inforce a sex ban, just for a few weeks, in January. So that I could "enjoy all the other things that come with a relationship" and hopefully train my brain into not thinking that sex is something that should be partaken as often as breathing. He agreed, but bet that I wouldn't even last a week. Naturally I got all indignant and competitive and swore I'd prove him wrong. We'll see in 2010!
The Work. Had the very good fortune to be taken on at the agency my brother works at doing Hospitality work, you know, parties, dinners, conferences and the like. Which, fortunately, means a spike in work-load this time of year, with Christmas parties and the like. Luckily, Joe climbed on board too, meaning we've had a rip-roaring time the past few weeks, working together and pretending not to know each other as anything more than colleagues (secret kisses in the kitchen, anyone?) And it doesn't stop there - I've worked at Key 103 gigs, seen JLS, Spandau Ballet, and a whole host of others perform, gone to posh hotels at the airport and been chatted up by a Captain Jack Sparrow-a-gram. WHILST. IN. CHARACTER (needless to say, the shaky-kneed blushing schoolgirl in me came RIGHT to the surface). And on top of all that - MONEY MONEY MONEY!!!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Current Mood: cold - to my extreme delight, it looks like we're getting a white Christmas!
Current Music: "Mama Do" - Pixie Lott
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