Wooohooo!! I have just cooked dinner for the first time!! I cooked a stir fry for Lauren, Kyle and Steve. Admittedly, Jordan (who trained at Westminster to be a chef) helped me by telling me exactly what to do, but I did actually do the whole lot myself. I did shitake mushrooms in sesame oil and garlic, quorn and fresh veg (broccoli, carrots, courgette, spring onion & asparagus to be precise) stir fried in garlic and ginger and boiled asparagus on the side with a drizzle of garlic mayo. Everybody cleared their plate (which is good - I'm just not sure if it's because the food was really nice or they were just so hungry they would have happily eaten a Chihuahua if one had been on offer). I enjoyed it anyway. I'm quite impressed with my culinary skills, in fact. I enjoyed the whole process too. It was actually fun to cook for everyone! We ate at my new posh dining table with the zebra-print placemats and we had ice-cream for desert. Kyle and Steve are now quorn converts too. I'm afraid I won't be cooking meat for anyone in my house so everyone is going to have to get used to it anyway.
Going back to the weird tube in the steak recently; I still don't understand why people eat meat. Now, I'm not going to go into one about it and I'm not going to preach about it; I just can't understand why, in this day and age, with so mush good vege food about, people still feel the need to eat dead animals. To me, eating an animal is the same eating a human and I most definitely wouldn't eat a human. We all have the same bits; we all have legs and eyes and teeth etc. A bit of steak, for example, is just the bum of a cow. I like cows. They have cute little furry noses, they lick your hand if you go up to them and they look after their young, like we do. There are cows that live in the field behind me and they are just like horses really. They have mad little half hours where they chase each other round the field; they huddle up to each other when they sleep. They are very friendly and very affectionate.
When we see meat in supermarkets, it's all packaged up prettily. A chicken fillet is just a little pink lump in a packet with writing on. You look at it, it looks alright. It says on the packet "finest chicken breast" or whatever and you buy it and take it home to cook. If you had seen the chicken alive, witnessed it's gruesome murder and then it hadn't been packaged up to look pretty, lets just say it was left hanging in the supermarket with blood dripping down it's dead body; I bet you'd think twice about eating it. I think the only reason we still eat meat is that; from birth, we are programmed to think it's ok and that it's normal. We don't walk into a supermarket and see death everywhere, we see juicy pieces of "meat" (well, I don't; I see and smell dead animal). That's because we are told from an early age that the "chicken fillet" is dinner. We are not really told the truth - that the chicken fillet in the supermarket is an animal that has been brutally slaughtered, that it hasn't had any quality of life, that it has been cleaned up to look nice and we don't really think about the fact that it is a body part of something that used to be alive.
Sorry, I know I said I wasn't going to go on about it and I did just have a little rant, but it really does baffle me that people are still happy to put a piece of dead animal in their mouth. The thought of it makes me gag. It's so barbaric. Enough now anyway, let's talk about something nice.....
Dave. He's something nice, let me tell you! My poor boy was ill today. I'm not really sure what was wrong with him but I hope he gets better soon! I think he spent the day in bed. I've been lying on the sofa all day with Kyle. We decided to have a lazy day and made a conscious decision to do absolutely nothing. It was great! Back to Dave, I'm still "feeling it" with him. Every time I look at him, I melt! I think it's his eyes. He's got the most beautiful eyes. He's also got a hairy chest which sends tingles down my body. He admitted to waxing it off once, I told him clearly to never do that again. I like my men to be real (like myself) and I'd rather have a hairy chest any day over a shaved or waxed one. He is the most luscious thing I've had my hands on in a long time. Looking back over my last few blokes, they've all been very good-looking but none of them have made me shiver in excitement at the thought of them. Every time I think about him, I get butterflies in my belly and when I look at him, my knees go weak. It's funny cos every time I get with someone new, I always get really excited but I know that deep down, it's just heat of the moment stuff, where I get carried away with the desire to be loved-up. This time, I really am loved-up. I feel a bit lost when he's not here (like right now) and I feel like there's so mush to say to each other and never enough time spent together. I want to know his every inner-most thought and I want to make him happy.
Just to change the subject, I happened to look up at the TV just now to see an advert where a guy dives into what looks like a ravine and free falls down into the black hole. We all watched it and just as I opened my mouth to say "that's what we're doing next!!", Steve turned to me and said "No!" before I'd even got the words out! He read my mind. I will absolutely make it my mission now to find out about diving into giant black holes. Ever since the sky dive, I have been racking my brain for something to do that will top it! Yesterday I had a look on the internet for placements for working on Orang-utan Sanctuaries. I found a few. The minimum time you can do it for is two months, which is perfect. I'm going to try and organise to do it this summer. It's always been my biggest dream to go and work on one. The best one I have found so far is in South Africa. I know that once I do it, my life will be complete! In fact, the reason I haven't done it sooner is that I'm not sure I'll ever want to come home if I go. Also, Kyle and I were looking on the internet to book flights for something else. My best mate Linsey Dawn MacKenzie is getting married and we are special guests at the wedding, which is in a beautiful location abroad. I can't wait. There will be sooooo many tears that day. I cry at weddings of total strangers so God only knows what I'll be like at hers. I'm so happy for her though. Linsey is just like me. She's spent her whole life just waiting for 'the one' and has always wanted this. Finally, after a series of not-so-nice blokes, she has found an absolute joy of a man and he makes her very happy. It's the best thing ever and we are so excited about the wedding! It's also her son Luca's 1st birthday soon so I'll be there for his party too. I'm his Godmother. He's the most beautiful little boy ever!
The carpenter has been here all day fitting the shelves for the dvds. He has calculated that they will hold 1500 dvds. Not good, since I have over 2000 now. I'm going to bring them all over tomorrow with Kyle and see what happens. I might have to have more shelves built somewhere else yet. As the carpenter was leaving, he asked me if Dave (who he met when Dave was on half term) was my boyfriend. I told him he was and he then asked me if we were going to get married. I told him "no" and that I didn't think I was "ever going to get married". After I said it, I felt kind of sad. It's true that right now, I don't see myself ever getting married, but I still had a twinge of sadness. I suppose it's cos I'm thinking about Linsey getting married as well. I'm jealous, in a good mates sort of way. Not in a nasty way, just in a way like she's got all the things I want eventually, but am not sure if they'll ever happen. Don't get me wrong, I'm no where near ready to have kids but, I'm not getting any younger either and at some point, I do have to think about growing up.
Not today though eh?! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
I love being a child at heart. I'm not that jealous..... maybe a tiny bit, but realistically I'm loving my life right now. I have amazing friends, the most beautiful dogs, a perfect house, the best family ever, I kind of like my job and I have the sexiest boyfriend ever. Dave is going to get it when I see him next. In fact, I'm going to let him have it as mush as what me and Kyle think Eminem's wife lets Eminem have it (we have a running joke that she must give it to him good and proper for him to keep going back to her after everything she's done!). I'll be off now cos we want to make it to Blockbuster before it closes and I have to go and pick the Paddy man up from my mum's.
Lots of love
Jodie Thorogood?
Mrs Thorogood?
Mrs Jodie Marsh-Thorogood?
Mrs J Thorogood
Sorry, all this wedding talk is going to my head a little...............
Dave - you're the nuts!
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