The World Of Miss Jessica Rabbit

Yawn

2009-12-09T14:25:00.001+00:00

Is it so wrong for me to want to go home to bed right now?
Not be stuck in this office until 9pm :(
I feel sorry for me sometimes.

HSBC Who?

2009-12-03T11:18:00.003+00:00

I received this email this morning, to my work address;

Dear HSBC Online Customer,

We detected irregular activity on your HSBC Check Card on 02 December, 2009.
As the Primary Contact, you must verify your account activity before you can continue using
your card, and upon verification, we will remove any restrictions placed on your account.

To review your account as soon as possible please click on the link below:

*link removed, for obvious reasons*

Thank you for using HSBC Bank UK

We appreciate your business and the opportunity to serve you.

Thing is, I'm not a HSBC customer.
How people think they can pull a scam like this, or that some people manage to fall for it, is beyond me.

It's all systems go!

2009-12-01T13:49:00.002+00:00

Work is madness at the moment and I seem to be spending an awful lot of my time there, hence the lack of posts. Apologies.
Also in my little world, I've been feeling stupidly tired. Stupidly.
Like to the point where I felt like napping a midday yesterday.
B asked if I was pregnant.
Stupid B.

Anyway, the countdown to Christmas is officially on now and how excited am I? VERY!
All my gifts are wrapped and under my tree, all my shopping is done and I'm amazed at just how much stuff I've bought. This time last year I probably had a handful of gifts and I was stressed to the hills.
This year is a turning point.
This year is different.
Better.
I can't wait!
Can you?

A Fight For The Car

2009-11-19T09:39:00.003+00:00

B and I had an argument this morning.

Over the car.

I wanted it for selfish reasons, mainly because I'm sick to death of getting to work with wet feet.

B suggested I buy some wellies.

I told him to fuck off.

I ended up walking anyway, as my workplace is a 10 minute walk from our house. B's would probably be an hour walk. Luckily it wasn't raining, only windy.

Still, I think it's about time B bought his own car.

What to do?

2009-11-17T09:33:00.001+00:00

B announced last night that he doesn't like watches with the metal bracelet type strap. I guess it's back to the drawing board with that one!

Conversation with the in-laws #1

2009-11-13T11:37:00.004+00:00

Last night I cooked a splendid roast for B's parents. They came to visit to discuss plans for Christmas. Apparently they're thinking of going away to Germany. Great! Means I can spend this year with my family for a change.

It wasn't the visit that bothered me, or the fact that the in-laws are going to Germany (probably an excuse to get out of buying us gifts - which actually works in our favour, we can get theirs in the January sales), but the fact that B is trying to get credit for this Christmas.

in-laws: So Jessica, have you started your Christmas shopping yet?

Me: Well, to be....

B: Yes, we're nearly done, aren't we Jessica?

Me: *grumbles* Yeh. Something like that. Anyone for coffee?

-

I just had to get out of the room, I could have killed B. Making out that "we've" done the shopping together. When in fact, it's been little old me, like every year.

Santa better fucking bring me something expensive this year, otherwise people will be getting gifts from Poundland next Christmas!

Christmas Expense

2009-11-08T11:49:00.003+00:00

I love Christmas and I love spoiling people, but I've just been playing around with some figures and it's not looking too healthy. To be honest I'm worrying that it might not all be do-able.

Looking at my wonderful Excel spreadsheet (yes, I'm really that organised) so far I have spent a whopping £600. £250 each for Poppy and Michael (my niece and nephew) and about £90 on B. It's also Poppy's birthday in the new year, so I've spent quite a bit trying to get her birthday presents out of the way. Now, opening up a new spreadsheet and totting up what's still left to get, leaves me wondering where the other £500 is coming from.

I wouldn't get that much if I sold my soul to the devil.

Sugar Daddy?

Prostitution?

Overtime?

I think a 'cut back' is the only way.

Not another fad diet

2009-11-05T12:30:00.002+00:00

I'm not one to diet and such, but I am one to exercise and lately I've been squeezing in 30mins on the Wii Fit board every morning and then sometimes an hour in the gym. All depends on how much time I have to spare, or what time I can be arsed getting out of bed in the morning. This week hasn't been easy to do any of those. I've been working all hour god sends really and yesterday was my day to clean, clean, clean and relax. And it shows.

This morning, Wii Fit board told me:

BMI: 26.84
My Weight: 10st 11lb

Looking at the last time I updated my BMI and my weight, it looks like my weight has stayed the same but my BMI has increased a little. Not great really, is it? Well not if I need to reach my target (and healthy weight for my height) of 10st. 11lb seems such a long way off.

So today I am starting a diet, not one of your typical eat 1 piece of ryvita 3 times a day. Those types of faddy diets are just plain stupid. Of course you're going to lose weight eating a mere 96 calories per day! My diet is more of me controlling what passes my lips and hits my tum. Controlling the sugar content and trying to drink more water. The sugar content part is influenced by Quincifer, who is having a No Sweets/Desserts month and she's doing really well at it. I'm not sure I'd be able to go as far as to say NO to sweets and all things sweetie, but I'll sure as hell give it a good go. Doesn't help when this young lady blogs about tasty cupcakes though.....

Anyway, moving on from food (I can hear my tummy grumbling for Cadburys chocolate fingers already), I received a letter in the post yesterday, from my bank. Now, if anyone is new here or just passing by and wondering what the hell I'm babbling on about, feel free to check out this post here. So yeah, bank.... Yadda, yadda, yah! To cut a long story short, they told me how much they'd charged me in the 6 year period. £3000 or there abouts..... 3-Thousand-Pounds!
Boy, would that be nice in time for Christmas. I'd be able to buy a new TV (ours is about ready to die or something), maybe decorate our house a little? Maybe fund that OU course I've been harping on about recently.
Anyway.
Letter asking for it all back. Check.
In the post yesterday. Check.
I feel great today!

Relax

2009-11-04T10:39:00.002+00:00

It's amazing how quiet the house is today.

I have another flexi day, yip yip and I've done everything that needed doing, including cleaning our bedroom. It was beginning to look like a typical teenagers bedroom and well, I'm no teenager. So needs must! Domestic Goddess eat-your-heart-out! I've even done the dreaded trip to the supermarket to do the 'big shop' and I have a splendid pork casserole cooking nicely in my slow cooker. Get me hey?

I'm chirpy and walk with a spring in my step.

The postman brought some wedding venue catalogues this morning, so I've just poured myself a lovely cup of Twinings 'Fresh and Fruity' Blackberry and Nettle tea and I'm going to settle down to a bit of Don't Tell The Bride, looking through catalogues and listening to a bit of Paolo Nutini, Air and Rachael Yamagata.

Tip top day for Jessica, I think so!

Goin' to the chapel an we're.....

2009-11-02T14:57:00.007+00:00

You'll be pleased to hear that yes, I'm still alive and no, I'm not hiding from the men anymore. I do appear to be more of a 'curtain twitcher' since that event though.

Things seem to be on the up for me at the moment, pushing the conversation with B aside, we have decided to start saving for our wedding. Not planning. Just saving. But it's weird how even saying the word 'wedding' causes me to stress.

But then I stressed, shit, how does one know how much to save when there is no plans in place?? So, trying not to stress about the fact we have only said we're saving for our wedding and not planning... (heck we haven't even set a date yet) I've decided to start my wedding budget planner and piecing together my guest list and I might nip into town on the way home from work and pick up a scrap book and a few magazines. I'm not sure what B will think, coming home to the carpet strewn with wedding stuff. But hey, saving for the wedding was his idea to begin with.... And well, as I said, how can one save when they have no idea how much they need to save and what for?

B is home tonight, so I'm going to cook something nice, enjoy a nice glass of red and take a long soak in the tub.

I Wish You Love.

2009-10-22T14:24:00.000+01:00

To all those that I have loved and lost.

Conversation with B #1

2009-10-22T10:10:00.002+01:00

I had a telephone conversation with B this morning. I wasn't expecting it, not at 7.15am.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Mornin' Jess, are you ok?"

"Yeah, well apart from the fact you've just woken me up. Yes. What's up?"

"I had a bad dream"

"Oh B, you felt the need to call me, wake me up, just to tell me you had a bad dream?"

"Yes, sorry"

"it's okay, what was it about?"

"You"

"Me?"

"Yes, you"

"Oh, okay, and that is bad?"

"Well, yeah. You were cheating on me"

" (chuckles) really?"

"Yeah, but the bad thing about it was that you admitted it, but said - 'fuckin' hell, it was only a hand job' (long pause)"

"Oh, right. Pretty bad then"

"Yeah. I had to tell you"

"Well, um, thanks. I have to go now. Dog needs to empty his bladder. Love you"

"Bye, Love you too B, really I do."

-

Should I really read into this? Should I now be thinking that B is wondering if I'm having an affair because we haven't had sex in months. Or should I be the one to worry, would B ever cheat on me?

Home Bound

2009-10-21T10:00:00.004+01:00

I'm off today, flexi time. God, how I love it.

I had my whole day mapped out, gym this morning, followed by a swim and coffee at my fave coffee house with an old friend and then a trip to the Trafford Centre for an afternoon of non-stop shopping. Great, I thought.

The reality is that I'm taking refuge in my bedroom at the moment and all plans are on hold.

I have two very odd looking men sitting in a VW 4x4, right outside my house. One is trying to hide himself behind the dashboard and the other is on the phone. And has been for almost an hour now. They are worrying me, as I really don't know why they're there and at this very moment in time I feel scared.

That sounds pathetic. I mean, how can one be scared in the comfort of their own home?
I'm not sure how to answer my own question.

So, yes. I am taking refuge in my bedroom. Windows, blinds and curtains are shut as if no-one is home. I keep peaking out to see if they've gone, or got out of their car to see which house it is they are calling at. I feel like the serious neighborhood watch woman, or 'curtain twitcher' as B likes to call them. If I had balls, I'd be straight out there like a shot asking them what they're doing. But I don't. Some gene I think I didn't inherit from my Mother.

I might just crawl into bed and sleep through today.

Walking to work

2009-10-20T09:24:00.001+01:00

Love it.

Fat

2009-10-18T19:23:00.001+01:00

I had the biggest fry up for my breakfast/lunch today. So much for all that dieting and getting fit.
I feel fat.
And staring at these cakes didn't help me either. I've just run straight to the biscuit barrel to find it empty, so settled for a lion bar.

Naughty!
Wii Fit board aint gonna know whats hit it tomorrow.

Fucking, Miss Jessica Rabbit?

2009-10-14T16:37:00.003+01:00

It would appear, after a recent blog stats check that most of my visitors have come through google and the popular search tag, I hear you ask?

Jessica Rabbit fucks

Which of course, brings them to this post here.
God, I hope they found what they were looking for....

Finished.

2009-10-14T09:34:00.006+01:00

I finished my book yesterday and I'm not quite sure what I was expecting, but I wasn't impressed. The ending just seemed a little too 'meh' for my liking. I am yet to read a book that isn't one of my normal reads that has a good ending. So far, I'm not doing so good on my quest.

Even though I was off yesterday, feeling rotten, I managed to nip into town and do some Christmas window shopping. This year I plan to buy something for B that he hasn't asked for, or even hinted at. A watch. I've seen two I really like. Both chronograph, but one has a much bigger head than the other. The first watch has roman numerals instead of the usual numbers or dots. Mother liked the more traditional looking one, the one with the roman numerals. But I liked the size of the face on the second. Hmm.

There isn't much in the way of price difference between the two, maybe about £15. I hate making decisions. I guess I've done well to narrow it down to just two.

So, what do you think? Does the size of a watch matter?

2009-10-12T14:41:00.000+01:00

One fire burns out another's burning,

One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.

Sick.

2009-10-12T11:14:00.002+01:00

I've been sent home from work today, sick as a dog. Sick, sick, sick.
It's only a cold, really. But I need sympathy and well, the boyfriend is working away for a few weeks and the dog has fallen out with me (he's been to the vets recently). So I'm home, practically alone and ill and I want, want, want sympathy.
Please?

So, seeing as I've got the house to myself, I'm setting up home on the sofa. With my duvet, the V+ remote, laptop and a bit of Belle De Jour & Secret Diary of a Call Girl. I've also become quite addicted to Four Weddings. So I might squeeze a few episodes of that in.

All in all, with plenty of hot chocolates, I think this is definitely a 'get well' day.

What is your ideal 'get well' day?

Wept.

2009-10-11T09:23:00.003+01:00

I cried last night. I mean, really cried.
But it was nothing to do with the state of my life, the mess that is the current state of my house, the mundane-ness that is my job, no.
It was a book.
My current read - If you're not sure, you'll find it on the right hand side.
My Sister's Keeper.

I won't give anything away and tell you what I was crying about. But I shocked myself.
Never in a million years would I have thought that a book would have touched me so deeply to make me cry.

I'm nearly finished reading it and I'm just wondering how upsetting the last few pages are going to be.
I know it's coming.
Waterproof mascara at the ready.

Banker, Wanker

2009-10-09T11:01:00.003+01:00

I have jumped on the bandwagon, along with millions of others (probably) who have put in a claim to the bank to have all bank charges (unlawful of course) paid back. I've been meaning to do it for a while. Well, if I'm being totally honest about it, I started a claim back in 2005, but got stupidly bored of totting up the amount of overdraft fees I had paid. So I gave up.
This time, I'm not giving up.
I must be owed thousands.
The letter went off to the bank this morning, requesting details of all my bank charges.
I await their response.

It would be wonderful if the bank came back with the response of:

Yes, Miss Rabbit, of course we'll refund all your bank charges.
It will be deposited into your account within the next 24/48 hours.

If only eh..... I have an absolute twat of a bank and I know they're gonna wanna take this to court.

I have my business suit ready!

A vast improvement

2009-10-08T12:34:00.004+01:00

So, this morning before work I managed to scrape myself out of bed an hour earlier than usual.
I did my body test, 15 minute jog and enough time for a quick shower.
I somehow still managed to get into work late.
Go figure?

Wii Fit board tells me:

My BMI: 26.76
Weight: 10st 11lb

That means I've lost 2lbs since the last time. Woo hoo!

And on that bombshell I think I might have an hour in the gym tonight!

Writers Block

2009-10-07T16:37:00.002+01:00

I can't believe I have nothing to type. Nothing to tell.
Nothing of interest anyway.

Work is work.
Shit.
Life is still dull.
Still a non-existent sex life (must get myself motivated on that one)
But I am still as 'in love' with the boyfriend as the day I first told him that I loved him.
Aaaah
*yacks*

Anyway, Miss Rabbit is entertaining some friends tonight.
What to cook?

2009-10-06T07:59:00.002+01:00

I've woken up this morning to find the biggest spot ever, on my face.
It's almost the same shade as my hair.
Oh no.

That day.

2009-10-05T17:09:00.004+01:00

The day I can honestly say that I fell out of love with you, was the day you threw me into a door.

Grabbed me by the wrists.

Called me a silly little girl.

The bruises have all gone now.

But I still hurt inside.
I will never forgive you.

And I will never forget.

March 2008.