Thursday 12th March

I'm thinking of going public again....
Dunno yet, but I have been thinking about it for a while....
I am totally over the issues that saw me go private, and stay private, so why not?
Actually - to be honest, I can't even remember the reasons behind going private at all.
I think it was something to do with the surgery and feeling "embarrassed" that I had chosen that option.
Now, I see the surgery as one of the best bloody decisions I have ever made in my life, so I don't care who knows to be honest.
Plus, it's time to put on my big girl panties and forget about what "everyone" else thinks of me or what I choose to do.
So there ya have it!  

Yesterday was a busy old day, and after work, we headed to Jeremy's place to finish off the bits that we needed to do for the plasterer.
He was booked to go in today and finish off the lounge and kitchen, so that Jeremy and his dad can fit the new kitchen tomorrow.
Can't wait to go over tonight and see what the place looks like now!
Last night we knocked out a wall, plus the old hot water cupboard and it opened up the rooms so much - AWESOME!!!
Oh yeah..... he has decided to stay at home this weekend and get as much done on the house as possible.
FANTASTIC!!!!  
I mean, I would have loved for him to come to Rotorua and Hamilton with me, but then again, I can't wait for the house to be finished and livable in again!!!

So...... the weekend away will now be a "girls weekend"!  YAY!!!!
Rhian and I will pick up Steph from the airport, then road-trip it up to Rotorua tomorrow afternoon / evening.
I'm lucky that Steph can drive, so we can share that task - I hope *wink*
Friday night we are there "alone", then Saturday will see Mum & Dad join us in Rotorua from Waihi, where they have been having an amazing holiday by all accounts!
The combined 65th birthday party for my Aunty and uncle is on Saturday afternoon, and I am sure that will be a laugh a minute!
My relatives are a funny bunch, and we always seem to have a blast when we are together.......... even if one uncle can be a bit of a prick with what he says at times!!!
I am pretty sure we have all learnt to take what he says with a grain of salt, and love him for all his faults!  hahahahahahaha......
He is the type of guy that will say to me "Wow Jo, you aren't getting any smaller are you?!"
And he would say to Steph "You are all skin and bones girl"
Of course, neither of us want to hear EITHER of those kinds of things........ especially from a toothless balding ugly git like he is!  Hahahahahahaha.....
But, like I said - we love him anyway!!!!!   And we KNOW that he loves us, no matter what crap comes out of his mouth :)

Not entirely sure what the plan will be for Sunday.......
Mum & Dad are heading home, and I am pretty sure that they are taking Rhian with them.
Not sure if Steph is going with them, or staying with me, but either way, I will head over to Hamilton on Sunday and stay there Sunday night, all ready for my 6 week appointments on Monday morning.
Turns out that Janene will be in Hamilton on Sunday night too (bloody huge coincidence!!) so I definitely wont be alone, and will probably end up staying at the same motel that she is - YAY!!!!
I will head home after my last appointment on Monday, and I really really want to get back to Wellington, but I might end up having to stay in Foxton the night - depending on what time I get there.
I have Tuesday off on annual leave, and would LOVE to be able to spend the time painting the walls at Jeremy's place.  I LOVE painting - it is my favourite part of DIY, so I am chomping at the bit to get stuck in there.

I put on a skirt this morning, only to come to the realisation that it is too big already - I have worn it twice!
And, the thing that pissed me off even more than finding it looked like a potato sack????
The fact that I had just spent 10 minutes ironing the bugger!!!
I am definitely going to have to open those boxes soon, as I have hardly anything left in my wardrobe anymore!
I have 3 skirts, 2 pairs of pants, and about 5 tops that fit me and are suitable to wear to work.
My "weekend" clothes consist of about three tops, a few t-shirts, 1 pair of jeans, 1 pair of 3/4 length jeans and a pair of trackies that are actually too short!!!

I'm gonna be away for my weekly weigh in next Monday, so I am not going to bother to weigh until the following weekend.
HOPEFULLY my plateau will be over by then, and the numbers will start going down again!
Ya never know - I might even get a surprise when I jump on the scales!!  It would be nice!!!!

**CAUTION**  The following is a vent about my friend, if you don't want to read me complaining.... STOP HERE!!
Rhian and I are out for dinner tonight at a friends place.
I don't actually want to go at all, but I hate reneging on plans, so I will go and suffer through it.
I love my friend, really I do, but she has been testing my patience lately, and I am getting quite annoyed with it all.
She has 4 kids:  One has finally moved out of home - he seems to be the only sensible one!  One is still living at home, working part time, smoking drugs, drinking booze and when she isn't doing any of that - she is sleeping, or making a mess.
One lives with his father, but comes around to take full advantage of the house and scab money from my friend.
The youngest is a know-it-all little shit of a kid, and he is actually the reason that we are going there for dinner tonight.  It is his 12th birthday.
I don't like the kid, I can't stand the way he talks to his mother, I can't stand the way she talks to him, they are more like husband and wife than mother and son, and it gets on my last nerve.
He is the "oldest" 12 year old that I have ever met, and he has been exposed to more things that any child of his age should ever have been!!!!
And.... as a result, is a shithead that I don't have any time for, and because he is a shithead, he has no friends of his own.
Anyway, because he doesn't have any friends (my friend has NEVER encouraged him to have / make any) she has invited me, another friend of ours, and some friends of her druggie daughters to come around for dinner.
But...... because my friend is so flat broke, WE have to provide dinner.
If she thinks that kid is getting a present...... she is seriously pushing shit up hill!
Anyway, I really do hate complaining about my friend here, but over the past few weeks she has pulled at my last nerve.
I invited her and another friend for dinner on Sunday night.  She brought her shithead kid, which I knew she would do.
Now this kid has NO manners, and he gets that from his mother!
She walked in to my house, picked up a Courier "card to call" notification off my table, and proceeded to grill me about what I had coming on a courier, where it was from, how much had I spent etc etc.
It was only some second hand kindy clothes for Rhian by the way :)
That got my back up straight away!  I would never, EVER read ANYTHING that was addressed to someone else!!
Then......... she started going through a pile of the clothes that I was selling on TradeMe, and put on a cardigan/jacket thing, and proceeded to tell me that she would have it for nothing!
Now....... this top was a size 24, and she is a size 12!!!  Mental!!!!
Anyway, she plonks her ass down on the couch, and wants to know what is for dinner.
Not ONCE did she offer to help........... but then again - i have known her for years - I wouldn't have expected anything less!
I made some deep fried Camembert cheese with plum sauce as an entree - 2 blocks of Camembert gave me 20 little wedges to deep fry.
There were 6 of us there including Rhian.
Jeremy got 3 pieces, I got 1 piece (to try), our other friend had 3 pieces and Rhian didn't get any!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Between her and her greedy little pig of a son with no manners, they polished off the lot in about 3 minutes flat!!!
And the ONLY reason that I even got one piece, was because I could see them all hoovering it up, and actually said - "Can someone please save me a piece before it all disappears!!!!!"
And for the record...... I only ate the cheese inside (which I am allowed), NOT the deep fried crumbed bit.
Right, so that was the entree over........... on to the main course.
NO ONE offered to help with the plates (except Jeremy), NO ONE offered me any help with dinner (again, except Jeremy).
I dished it up, and again - the vultures swooped in!
Then, the plates were dumped on the bench by the shithead son, in a pile, with food still on them, and she stretched out on the laziboy chair and asked how far away desert would be!!!!!!!!!
I nearly threw the fucken stuff at her!!!!
I took the crumble out of the oven, and put it on the bench to sit, when her shithead son got up and helped himself to it!
I just said to him that it wasn't ready, and he could wait for everyone else!!!
10 minutes later I said that it was ready, and again, it was demolished in a matter of seconds!!!!!
Jeremy and I just sat there and looked at each other in utter disbelief!
Then, the dirty plates were left on the table, and she had the audacity to stop our other friend from going out for a smoke, because "she" wanted to go!!!!
I was gobsmacked!!!!!!!!!!!
As they were all leaving, she said "Right, so it is dinner at my place on Thursday night, and you all have to bring the food cos I am broke"
Then she text me last night and said "U still on for tomorrow? Bring pasta"
I text back saying "I can't eat pasta, i will sort something else out"
So......... I really don't want to go at all.
I KNOW how the evening will go.....
Her daughters stoner mates will be there, and none of them would have brought any food.
Our other friend is a seafood freak, and will take a salad with seafood through it.
My friend will have (if we are lucky) a loaf of bread.
I have made a lasange...... just because it was easy to do and I had all the ingredients already.
So...... I wont eat, Rhian will be lucky to get anything, and her shithead son will be a classic shit, and piss me off within minutes of getting there!

I have decided to take a step back from the friendship at the moment to be honest.  I can't be bothered with all the drama that comes along with it.
She complains that she hardly sees me, yet it is always me that has to go to see her.  The only time she will come to my place is if there is food on offer.
I ALWAYS have to pick her up if we are going anywhere, and she uses me as a taxi service too often.
Maybe I am just getting too old for all the bullshit?  She is 40 and last year was "seeing" a 20 year old.  She regularly parties with her daughters loser mates, and just the other weekend got absolutely trollied with 3 19 year old guys at her house - friends of her daughters!  Then........ posted pictures of them all being drunk on Facebook.
Argh!!!!  I'm just getting myself wound up now.......... I said at the start of this that I love my friend, but now I'm not really sure why after reading back through it all!!!
Guess I am just sick and tired of being taken for granted!

Righto...... vent over.
I'm a horrible friend huh???