Wednesday, 16 December 2009
And I of course sing this in the "girly time" sense... Not the "I wanna see some titties" sense. Titties is a horrible word. It makes me laugh and cringe all at the same time.
Last night I finally got my long awaited girl night out. No cancellations and a encouraging text from Husband to "have a wonderful time". And we did.
Myself and two girlies (who we'll dub BigHair and Truffles) from work decided we needed to have a Christmas girl celebration so yesterday after work we bundled up tight and headed down for a stroll around the German Christmas Market at Southbank. I love German Christmas Markets with a passion. When I lived in Birmingham there was one every year that I spent every evening in from Dec 1st to Dec 23rd. Even if you don't buy anything it's a pleasure to just be there.
It was a very cold evening so we of course had to start off by purchasing a lovely mug of mulled wine. Now let me tell you, that stuff? It was strong! shoooooooot. As we drank we walked around the stalls, admiring all the hand made trinkets and beautiful crafts. We gossiped about work and made fun of some of the hats people were wearing (even though I secretly was admiring. omghats!)
After having a look around we settled munching on German Frankfurters and potato hash.
My frankfurter was interesting... It had cheese filing and although tasty I found hard to eat because every time I bit into it this white creamy/salty cheese good shot into the back of my throat.... I don't swallow FYI so this was quite disturbing for me.
Mulled wine, Christmas shopping, Giant sausages and girl talk were going down well for us, but something was missing. Ah! Desert! Lucky for me I know Southbank/Westminster very well (Husband works in that area) and so was aware that just around the corner you could purchase the best hot chocolate ever. Ever ladies. Ever.
So we headed into the warm quaint underground French Cafe and ordered our selves 3 large hot chocolates with extra whip cream. Now just so you can picture it, this hot chocolate? It's served in a mug, yes, but really you have to eat it with a spoon. Like a pudding almost. It's so thick and creamy and pure and perfect. just perfect. We ended up in the French Cafe for 2 hours (being served by the most gorgeous man ever. Like a cross between Brad Pitt and Johnny Depp...to.die.for) sharing our life stories with each other. It was amazing. We were all brutally open with each other and it was a great little circle of trust going on. Everything was accepted, nothing was judged.
We all walked out of there feeling bonded and pulling out our diaries to coordinate when we'd next be doing this.
I personally, cannot wait.
Tuesday, 15 December 2009
It wasn't. Just in case you were confused as well. Today is Tuesday which means my Random Tuesday Thoughts was posted a day early. Which is a little bit funny considering this is something Vicki over at Frugal Mom Knows Best did. Great minds think alike right? Least I'd like to compare myself some how equal to the brilliance that is Vicki ;). The only difference being she was aware she was doing it and I was delusionally wishing the week away.
ANYWAY. So, it's Tuesday now. I'm all kinds of messed up on my days because I changed my working days this week to Monday, Tuesday & Wednesday. All kinds of confused going on.
So I'm not known for being the most sympathetic person in the world. Maybe because I know what it's like to have a hard childhood and still came out of it a relatively "normal" person (of course, this depends on who you ask... but generally normal...Stop looking at me like that). Either way I'm very much a "Pull yourself together" kind of girl. Now, I get that sometimes it's clinical. Bipolar, Clinically depressed people I understand that it isn't' as simple as getting over it. I understand. But dammit... Can't everyone afford to be polite? Especially when I'm trying to help you. I know you're crazy because you wouldn't be at my office if you weren't but still, you're here because you know we help so omg LET ME.
I feel better now I got that off my chest.
So I've been holding off on saying this because I know there are a few frazzled mum's out there who don't want to hear it but I'm pretty much done with Christmas prep now. And when I say pretty much I mean totally. All cards and sent, all decorations are up, all presents are bought, all plans are made. I do still have to wrap the presents but I've been saving this job for when my Brother gets here to give us something Christmas to do together.
It feels good, let me tell you.
You know how I said I love presents well I got into a bit of a state last night while pulling out all the presents I bought for Husband. There were loads and as I was being reminded of all the things I got him I just started squealing because GOD am I good! Everything I bought is so spot on he's gonna be bowled over and I can't wait to give him them all. My Son as well... I spoil both my boys when it's a gift giving occasion and it makes me giddy just thinking about it!
Monday, 14 December 2009
2nd time taking part! If you don't know ALL about Random Tuesday Thoughts then head on over to The Un Mom cause she's got it dooooooown.
How about a little bit of my crazy today?
Firstly, I'd like to say something to the people that ride the bus with me. I can understand teens and pre-teens getting on with their cell phones and it's horrible sound quality blaring the latest bollywood music because kids will be kids. I remember doing it when I was a teen except it wasn't through my cell phone it was through my car speakers (yeah, because at 16 I had a car and you know why? Because I was cooler than you once). But I cannot understand when people over the age of 20 do it. I really cannot. Don't get me wrong it's freakin' annoying when the kids do it, but when you? in the business suit? Yeah. What the hell? Not only are you annoying but you're also a loser because kids.don't.know.better. But you? Well I would have thought you would have reached that age by now when you realize that you don't have the best taste in music in the whole world worthy of showing off because anyone who hears whats coming out of your speakers is going to gain respect for you. Only teens are allowed to think that. You taste in music is pretty much nothing to the guy sat next to you. Also, you don't have the excuse that you can't afford headphones. Buy some. Asswipe.
Crazy old lady? yes, on this same bus. You REALLY don't have to climb over me to get on the bus. Really. I'll let you on. In fact... seems to me like the bus is pretty much empty anyways so it's not like I was going to take up ALL the seats. I mean I get my butt got a bit wider over the last 4 weeks, but come on!
When you're stood in my way ignoring me and I have tried to say 'Excuse me, may I get by please' 4 time. COUNT THEM. 188.8.131.52 TIMES. And I then squeeze by your fat hips but accidentally give your elbow a nudge don't then mutter under your breath "Could at least say excuse me, bitch". Because you know what? I'm coming right back too you and explaining what just happened and then suggesting that maybe you and your friend take your conversation somewhere OTHER than the middle of the side walk. Bet cha' didn't expect that.
You know how I like dancing badly? Well, I like it so much that I find it difficult not to dance when a good song comes on my playlist (I'm wearing headphones by the way) so I dance with my eyes. I'm sure if anyone looked at my eyes while I am doing this they would instantly assume I've escaped from the nut house. My eye's bounce to the beat baby. And if I'm listening to rock then I blink instead of head banging. No, I don't have anything in my eye thanks.
Does anyone else constantly rearrange their Christmas tree? Husband and I like the whole busy tree look but I am also a bit anal and so like it to a least look a little organized. Shifting a ball here, a candy cane there... it will go on until new years I promise you.
Speaking of Christmas I have an obsession with wrapping paper. I get loads of rolls of the stuff. All colors and patterns. Every present has to look a little different even if it's just an added bow or ribbon.
I don't think I've ever mentioned this either but I love presents. SO much. Like stupid amounts. I am also the worlds best gift giver. Ask anyone it's a truth. I put a lot of thought into every present I buy and everyone gets 2-3 big/expensive presents and 5-8 tree presents. And I can guarantee you'll like every one of them. I also love receiving presents. It's a real shame my Husband is rubbish at giving them but I'm got my fingers crossed this year, he's given me hints that he's finally got it. And just to drive the point home: I LOVE PRESENTS.
Random it up everyone!
Have I mentioned that my Kid brother is coming to visit? Well he is. He (with the rest of my family) lives in California and it's been 18 months since I last saw him. Kid brother and I are super close. Tight as can be. I was like second mum/boss to him growing up and I pretty much took him everywhere with me (much to his dismay sometimes). He's 7 years younger than me and turning 18 on Sunday. 18. I know it's young but when you still think of someone as a kid, it's old.
He's arriving on Thursday at painful o'clock in the morning (7am... I know 7am isn't that early, but you might be forgetting we have to be at the airport by 7am... so we'll be getting up at 5am) and leaving on the 30th. Christmas with my brother! I'm stoked, truly. I hold a lot of guilt regarding my brother you see. As I mentioned I was like a mum too him and we were inseparable and he's a shy kid (even now, he's a young 18) and it was only ever me that he would ever really be himself around. Even now at nearly 18 he tells me everything (girls he likes, stuff that worries him and most recently that he tried weed! That was a hard one for me) which I think says a lot of our bond because I've not known many teenage guys to open up to their siblings, particuallarly their sisters. When he was 11 (6 years ago) I left America for England to never return and I remember crying on the plane only because I was leaving him. I felt immensely guilty that I wouldn't be there to watch him and guide him through teen-hood. So I suppose in a way I've been constantly trying to make up for it and in a backwards way I owe my brother a lot, I think my experience with him when he was a baby/toddler/child really helped make me the mother I am today.
I'll be taking lots of pictures over the next few weeks (which I'm sure means nothing to any of you since you all know what a rubbish photographer I am) and I'm sure there will be many a hilarity's to share (my brother and I when together are like Laural and Hardy. Unstoppable).
As he'll be here for two weeks I would like to ask you my dear bloggy friends to please forgive me for the possible absence from blog world until the new year. I might manage to post a few times between Thursday and January but don't count on it because I'm planning on making the most of my brothers visit, because who knows when I'll see him next.
Thursday, 10 December 2009
Now before I indulge you all in my awesomely depressing Theta Mom Hour I'd like to share something heartbreaking with you.
You know it's time to lay of the chocolates and cake when it takes you 10 minutes to wiggle your way into your black skinny jeans and you have to use a coat hanger to zip them up.
Yes, of course we are talking about me. But I was determined to wear them non the less. I paired them with a mid-thigh length jumper (to hide the muffin top of course) and lasted a whole of 30 minutes at work before I had to (and I mean HAD to) unbutton them. It's cool, the jumper covers the fact that I can't do my jeans up, but a little bit of me died inside.
Right. So, more positively my 1 Hour of me time! The plan was that Tuesday night after work Wife and I were going to meet in Covent Garden for pizza and wine. I couldn't wait. Pizza - yum. Wine - More please. Wife - Girly Talk! Perfect, right?
Well, Can't recall if I mentioned this before but Wife is absolutely the most unreliable person I have ever known. Ever. She's also lazy when it comes to making effort with friends. It can sometimes take months to get her to meet you somewhere, and for her to come to my house (which is 45 minutes from hers... Not long in the great scheme of things) is a yearly occurrence. It annoys me to no end. Maybe because being from America I'm use to having to travel to get places and growing up a large chunk of my friends lived 30-60 minutes away. It was the norm. Here, in England, if it takes you more than 15 minutes to get anywhere people bring an overnight bag. Least all my friends do.
You've probably guessed by now that an hour before I was suppose to go meet wife for dinner she texted me to cancel. Her excuse this time? She wanted to sleep... This is at 5pm. She's in her 20's people.
So there I was at work asking everyone and anyone if they wanted to go for a drink, It was a Tuesday, no one was interested. So how did I spend my 1 hour of me time in the end?
Sat at my desk in an empty office finishing some work and reading all your blogs.
Wasn't quite Wine and Girl time, but it'll have to do for this week.
Tuesday, 8 December 2009
This is my first official time on Random Tuesday Thoughts although I've been mentally preparing to participate for what seems like all.my.life. Except it's not just Tuesdays it's Wednesdays and Thursdays and Fridays and Everyday but a Sunday. I like to go slightly comatose on a Sunday.
So lets get Random people! You can thank The UnMom for this later. And you should because I do love her blog.
Firstly, I recently entered Kevin's Pay it Forward Foodie competition. Well, kind of competition. Scheme maybe? ANYWAY, check it out cause I won. I'm so psyched I can't tell you. Although I'm sure 90% of you know Kevin if you don't you must check out his blog Closet Cooking. Some of my favourite recipes are his and particularly his deserts! I'll be holding my Pay it Forward event some time in the new year. Once we get Christmas out the way etc.
You know my friend who's having the hard time? We'll call her Crazy from here on in (it's cool, she knows). Well she's still pretty much at my house 5 out of 7 nights a week which is a big part of why I haven't been able to focus on my wee little blog here. Sometimes I think she is getting better and other times I am convinced she needs some sort of medication. I have a feeling she is bipolar. I've seen it before (within my family and at work) and I'm pretty sure that's what it is. We're having fun though when she's distracted but I find myself sometimes... horribly. Wishing she wasn't my friend. Not that I would really want that, because I do love her so much. But emotionally I don't know if I can handle a friendship that could always been this difficult. Go on, go on, call be a bad person.
Related to this subject, I'm pretty sure I attract the crazies. looking back over many of my friendships I realized that out of all my friends (those that are close to me and those that aren't) I think I only have 2 "normal" friends. And when I say normal I mean that they are not constantly in a spiral of drama or frustration with their rubbish lives. Those are their words, not mine. Mother said maybe it is because I am more patient and sympathetic than others, this is not the case... BUT I am very good at pretending I am. Why don't I seem to know any happy people?! Now don't get me wrong here, I don't mind supporting friends through hard times and I know people aren't happy all the time etc. etc. BUT shoot.... It's so frustrating dealing with people who are their own worse enemies. I'm a positive, shrug it off kinda gal and I'm certain it's the way to be.
Does anyone know how they get the contraceptive implant out? I am worried digging around with tweezers is involved. Apparently though it's a "minor operation" in which they use local anesthetic and then slice you open (the Dr. didn't say slice.) I'm looking forward to it. notreally.
What would you buy your 18 year old brother? Seriously. I can't think of anything. NOTHING. And I swear to god if anyone says a watch I'll thump you one.
My laziness sometimes gets out of hand. Like right now for example, I really need to pee. I've needed to pee for 2 hours but I've held it in because I'm too lazy. It's not so much the walking to the bathroom that bothers me it's the whole having to un-dress, dress, wipe, wash hands etc. boring.
If I don't get a new blog layout soon I will thump someone. Namely my brother. Who, get this, designs websites! I knooooooow! I asked him a year ago to design my blog, he never got around to it, finally I paid him (MY OWN BROTHER PEOPLE!) because I figured then he would have to do it.... 6 months later. Nada. Hasn't even started the bastard thing.
I don't smoke weed FYI but while googling for a place to buy a Big MF Blue Cheese I came across a site with information about Blue Cheese Marijuana. It all seems very complicated and...inviting. I didn't know you could get flavours.
I'm gonna end my random here... Funnily I don't seem to have much random today. Might be because I'm looking forward to getting on with reading my blog roll. See you in the comments!
Sunday, 6 December 2009
It's probably not widely known, but I hate wedding ceremonies. I know lots of people do and I don't knock you for that, but seriously, those hour and 45 minute ceremonies when everyone and their dog reads a soppy poem or a verse from the bible and I just... I have to fight with myself not to scoff, or roll my eyes, or throw something. I think it's even worse when you know that the couple have already done half the things they promise not to do to each other. Oh, and then they make everyone stand up and sing religious songs that 50% of the guest don't believe in. Seriously, only at a wedding could you get a huge group of people that don't necessarily know each other to sing out loud. Other people proclaiming their love in front of the world makes me gag. I don't know why because if I saw a couple getting it on in the park (and I have) I'd probably root them on. But gooey soppy 'omglikeiloveyousomuch' love. Ceremony love? BLAGH.
I know it seems bitter but it's just how I'm wired. Do you watch the TV show Scrubs? You know Jordan? Dr. Cox's ex-wife/wife? That's pretty much me in a nut shell except minus the great tits.
The point of this was that yesterday Husband and I attended a wedding. A very lavish wedding. Mummy and Daddy are rich so no expense was spared. I dug my nails into Husband's leg through out the ceremony to stop myself from making comments about what everyone was wearing and laughing when they vowed to obey. I'm proud to say I made it through and off we all headed to the Reception. It was a all day wedding. 12pm-12am and they had quite impressively booked out the whole hotel. And what a hotel it was. Talk about luxury. This is coming from a woman who's Husband is in the luxury hotel business... But this hotel, was a whole new level.
The Washbourne Court Hotel (a part of the Von Essen Hotel chain) is a 17th Century old boys cramming school along side the river eye in Lower Slaughter (regarded as the most beautiful village in England) The hotel has traditional beamed ceilings, stone mullioned windows and the most magnificent fireplace in the bar.
Thursday, 3 December 2009
I spell words out loud if I think they sound funny. Actually even when they don't sound funny. For example, last night I was in mid conversation with Husband and I was saying 'It's just a constant thi-' ... I cut myself off and looked to the left. Husband rolled his eyes and then waited while I spelled out constant 4 times. each time saying it differently. I like how words feel on my tongue.
I call "Not it!" faster than my husband can. The dishes need washing; "Not it!" The toilet is clogged; "Not it!" A nappy needs changing "SO Not it!". My Husband never wins this game. Although he refuses to play, for me, these are the rules. I called it first so you get stuck with the dirty work.
As previously mentioned I love words. There are quite a few words/phrases and sentences that for the last year I have been trying to work into my vocabulary so they sound natural. It never works and most of the time I use the words in the wrong context. This doesn't matter to me, because I still think I sound cool. Husband is also a word/grammar freak and I can tell it makes him go a little more crazy each time I use a word wrong. This of course, makes it even more fun. My favourite "RECON!"... This really drives him nuts.
I am...uncoordinated. I am known to walk into walls, fall up stairs, trip over my own two feet, drop everything, smash things just by looking at them and repeatedly stand on my husbands feet. When we first met, I think he thought this 'quality' was cute. Not so much anymore.
Since Husband and I first got together I have always, always done the run and jump into his arms thing. You know, from the movies? Slow motion, music playing... yeah. Except, if you see above, I'm not coordinated. So it usually starts with me spotting husband across the room/street/building whatever then running/tripping/galloping/stomping towards him until I ungracefully leap and slam my body into his chest. He always catches me though I've noticed since I lost all the weight he doesn't sound like I've knocked the wind out of him anymore.
My Husband is very good at making up different lyrics when singing along to a song, the lyrics work perfectly and are usually 10 times dirtier. I am NOT good at this, So I do it all the more. Which makes him... yup, you guessed it. Roll his eyes.
Anyways, Son has some wicked diarrhea going on. He's playing/eating and seems happy enough but they won't take him while he's exploding like he is. Teething maybe? Either way my gag reflex has been working over time.
So I'm off from work today having lots of cuddles on the couch with Son and spagging out in our pajamas. I've considered doing some house work now he's down for his nap but that would be way to productive of me and so I'll probably join him for a little kip instead.
I have therapy tonight though and depending on what time Husband gets home I'm still planning on going.
Theta Mom Thursday post coming soon!
Tuesday, 1 December 2009
Everything is good. I'm good at least. My friend in crisis is still technically in crisis. She has good days and bad days. The weekend was not good as she officially moved out of her ex's place and I was "on call" again, Yesterday though was a good day and we laughed a lot and spoke sensibly. Today she is checking in to the suicide refuge I mentioned before. I have faith in her and I'm proud of how far she's come already.
And that's all I'm going to say about that. And you know why? Because for the last two weeks all I have talked about or though about was her and quite simply, I'm sick of it. I love her, of course, but this blog is my blog and I won't let it take this over as well.
MY life has been fab. Husband is shockingly....amazing. It's like he's finally taking things seriously in regards to a few kinks i think we need to work out in our relationship. He's...GASP, changing. trying. I of course, don't want him to change who he is blahblah you know the story. But there have been things over the last year that I know need fixing, because they are tolerable now but I know they are not something I will tolerate for a life time.
So yes. He's trying. good times.
Son is getting his portrait taken today at Nursery I sent him looking so super cute that the staff gave a little squeal when he walked in. I attempted to gel his fly away hair to no avail but it's cool, he totally rocks the beach bum look. Just like Mummy.
My youngest brother is coming to visit in 3 weeks for his 18th birthday and Christmas. I am so psyched I can't even tell you. Kid brother and I are like sausage and mash, fish and chips, vodka and coke.... Close. I was like his second mum growing up and took him everywhere with me... And now for the first time ever we will be joining forces as adults! Adults... He'll be legal...drinking and all (in the UK at least...hence why he's spending his 18th here). Frozen Margaritas? I think so.
Time to tackle my blog roll! I'll close my totally random and endless update of the going on's in my life here... I should really take part in Tuesday Random Thoughts... I'd rock that so hard.
Monday, 23 November 2009
On Wednesday she was dumped. Being dumped sucks, I'm told. But BFF is prone to depression and has a history of self harm. So since Wednesday I have been on suicide watch. And when she is not with me I have been on the phone talking her out of it. Emotionally I am drained and I think the only reason I managed to stay strong for her is because Husband has been supporting me supporting her. It's been a really long and scary few days.
The good news is that I can already hear in some of the things she says that she wants help and knows it can get better. She has booked herself in to a Suicide Refuge and is finally able to be distracted long enough to laugh. She still sinks into depression, and her most vulnerable times are in the morning and at night. But I have faith, and I know if we can get her through this first two weeks post-breakup she will get through this.
I'm happy to be there for her and do what I have to to help her through this crisis. But this weekend I was glad I had pre-made plans I couldn't cancel because I felt like I needed that break from her so that I could again build up my strength and positiveness to get through the next week with her.
Anyways, apologies for not being around although I am sure you can all understand. I'll do some serious catching up on my blog-roll as soon as I have the time to focus.
Thank you for sticking by me until then.
Thursday, 19 November 2009
1) During pregnancy you gain a full head of lush hair and loose the need to shave regularly. It's bliss.
2) Once you've popped the little rug rat out, your hair reverses it self. Your hair thins out on top to the point where you wonder if you will be bald this time next year and your body hair becomes so thick you start to resemble your great great ancestors...the apes.
3) Your stretch marks fade. The shadows under your eyes don't.
4) Your breast along with your nipples and areola double in size.
5) As soon as you stop breastfeeding your breasts disappear... BUT your nipples stay the same. Leaving you with breasts that look more like fried eggs...sunny side up.
6) Suddenly you can insert a tampon standing up, legs crossed, while clenching.
7) While pregnant you have the pregnancy glow; clear skin. As soon as your baby is out though prepare for puberty to hit your face all.over.again.
8) If you pull the loose skin on your stomach as far as you can you could set a boat to sail.
9) After using the toilet, while wiping if you're not careful you might accidentally "slip in"
10) Even if you loose all the baby weight and tone up there is something about your body that every time you look at it scream "You're a mummy now!"
11) You begin to compare things. For example, if you are in great pain you remind yourself that this wasn't as bad as labor. If you have to carry something heavy you compare it too the current weight of your toddler.
And finally, while brainstorming for this post I asked my BFF for help in the form of "What do I complain to you about?" and she replied with the following.
12) Your baby is attached to you in your womb then he is constantly attached to your breast, then your hip, then your legs and finally to your wallet, for the rest.of.your.life.
Have I really said that?.... Not totally surprising.
Tuesday, 17 November 2009
There is nothing hotter than a broody, dangerous man to bring out my dark side and relish in it with me.
Thursday, 12 November 2009
If you ask a therapist "How are you?", They'll tell you.
And by making this mistake I have also discovered the cliche of "Every therapist needs and therapist" is true.
At work a quick "Good morning! How ya doin'?" Can turn into a 30 minute conversation about how they are feeling light headed today because their period is particularly heavy and seemed to be quite "thick" too and they are worried they might be loosing too much blood (True account here people).
Also it seems there are different types of therapists. The Clinical/Counselling Psychologist tend to be pretty normal people, or at least interact normally. Psychiatrists tend to be above it all and so far are the only therapists that insist on being addressed as Doctor... At.all.times. And Psychologists? Let's just say be careful of what you say around them. I once had one of the Psychologists at work dissect why I wanted a cup of tea and what an interesting dynamic I had set by stating it aloud. Actually, I'm often setting interesting dynamics even when I have done nothing... EVERYTHING in the whole WIDE WORLD is an interesting dynamic to these people. And EVERYTHING can be read into. It can be quite fun actually, if you enjoy messing with people a bit. I am often dropping out of place words/sayings into conversation just so they can enjoy pondering on that shit for a good 20 minutes.
I have to close here with that I absolutely love all the people I work with. They are wonderful, funny, smart, fun people. They are also quite easy to take the piss out off. And don't worry, I do it too their face as well.
Wednesday, 11 November 2009
One of my beach favourites. The floppy. I love love this hat because it is so chic, so fashionable and utterly casual. Teamed with a colourful bikini and a flowing sarong and you are good.to.go.
(Editors note: I am SO past the bikini stage. Gigantic pregnancy and 50lb in weight? Goodbye flat stomach and hello wobbly bits that strangely resemble my grandmothers double chin)
How can you not love this hat? The good old "Alright Governor!". It's cheeky, and it works well in crazy patterns (as above) or classic tweed. So much fun and I think generally cute. Works extra well if you've got high cheek bones, though if you don't this shouldn't stop you.
YeeeeHAW! Everyone loves a cow girl! Here's a little fact about yours truly, I want to be a cowgirl when I grow up. since I was very little that's all I wanted to do. And still do. Totally serious. I envy Pioneer Woman because she is living my dream. Anyways, to the point. My main pair of footwear are cowgirl boots. Always have a pair, and of course, you need the hat to go with them. Most men I know have often said one of their favourite looks on a woman is the cut-off jean shorts, tight white t-shirt (sleeves rolled up!), cowgirl boots and that cocky hat. One of my favourite looks too. I haven't been able to get away with this since moving to England for fear of being heckled... but know girls, In my heart, this is all I wear.
And finally the posh hat. The flouncy "I'm going to the horses" hat. And not the Horses USA style, The Horses British style. Where everyone is glamed up sipping pimms and lemonade and holding their wee binoculars. Now, as you know re: my recent post. I love a little bit of fakein' it. I'm NOT generally glamorous (only women with nanny's can afford to be glamours...oh I envy you) and I'm as I previously mentioned...a bit crass. But hey, I'm excellent at pretending. And you throw a cocktail dress and a big feck of hat my way, I'll play the part quite happily! And yes, I'm totally going to Royal Ascot 2010.
Royal Ascot is famous for their hats. People go just to wear big, could-set-a-boat-to-sail hats. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. The dress code is tight, and if you get entrance to the royal enclosure (which unless you're bonking one of the princes, you won't) you have to dress very... appropriate, shall we say? No spaghetti straps or sleeveless dresses and all skirts must fall below the knee...BORING. Right? So, I'll stick to the Grandstand admission and maybe follow in my girl here's footsteps:
Now, tell me.... Is that not the most beautiful cheese hat you have ever seen?
Tuesday, 10 November 2009
- Yesterday I let my Son wear his Pajamas all day
- Yesterday we did not eat any vegetables
- I let him eat his dinner in front of the telly so I could finish baking cookies...for myself.
- He was running around naked and yelling "Sexy body" and instead of trying to deter him from saying such inappropriate things I burst out laughing...which of course, egged him on.
- I made him walk the whole way to Nursery (2 blocks...not far) because I had to carry loads of bags.
- When I found him smearing his big green boogies inside his Daddy's shoes I didn't try and stop him... Just snickered quietly to myself.
- I convinced him it would be a great idea to play in his crib and constructed him a (thebestever) fortress so that he would be distracted long enough for me to (shock HORROR) have a quick smoke... It was a long day.
P.S. I don't know who drew that picture but is it NOT the best depiction of a mother, EVER. ;)
Monday, 9 November 2009
So when I start to see a few pounds start coming on I feel huuuge because I know where it leads, I've been there. I've started small forest fires with the friction between my thighs. DO YOU KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO WALK WITHOUT YOUR THIGHS CHAFFING?!?! It's amazing! I wish I'd known this sweet pleasure before. It's almost like my vagina can finally breath.
So here I am again, scoffing cookies and larger than necessary portions of breakfast, lunch and dinner. BLAST. I can feel that old friend called fat sneaking back up on me, and I'm scared.
What I need is exercise. But how, HOW am I suppose to find time to exercise? Really and truly. I'm not making excuses, people. I.Never.Stop.
I wake up, get showered and dressed and then Son wakes up. He consumes my attention and if he isn't consuming my attention I am in the kitchen cooking/baking or cleaning or doing the laundry or feeding the damn rabbit or rushing off to work and then rushing back from work (because there is no time between when I finish work and when I have to pick up Son) and then Son goes to sleep at 7.30 and I have to make dinner for husband and I and then it's 9pm and WHERE DID THE DAY GO?
I bet I could get in some exercise on Sunday, But three days a week?
Anyone? Suggestions? Offers to babysit? Or better yet, money for the new body minus the work?
P.S. Is this like my 2nd fat post in the past 7 days? I'm sorry. Broken record, much? But seriously, I'm looking for suggestions, people.
This mean's frocks and gowns and heels and red lipstick (you know it) and chiffon's and plucking and all about general glamoring ones self up. Now, I'm all up for this, in fact I look forward to these 2 months out of 12 where I can actually pretend to be a lady. You see, I don't get many reasons to wear a glamorous frock and when I do get the chance I like to go all out with the image. Fool people into believing I'm actually a respectable lady who does yoga in her spare time (spare time?!) and would never dream of making cookies just so she could lick the spoon (today is my third day in a row!... I'm oddly proud of this).
But...Well, Nothing speaks louder volumes than a chick wearing a ball gown and chugging down a pint of larger, right?
The thing is, I'm not into wine. I'm actually (and this may surprise you) not a big fan of alcohol. I like a beer, and I like (LOVE. WOULD MARRY) a frozen margarita. But I don't like to actually taste the alcohol. So I've never been a fan of wine and never drink it. It's only in recent weeks that I've decided to bare through it and drink the stuff until I learn to like it.
I've always wanted to be one of those women who can recommend a good bottle of wine and can match wine to food. I need to learn how to appreciate wine and enjoy it.
So I've decided I will buy one bottle of plonk a week, probably chosen from one of Pam's reviews over at Sidewalk shoes. I trust Pam's taste and now technically it's in someone else's court if I don't like the stuff. Sorry Pam ;)
I'll let you all know how it goes. :)
Saturday, 7 November 2009
But now... after my last post I would suppose most of you wouldn't be inclined to believe such a thing could happen within my marriage. Least of all when I'm wearing jeans and a old turtle neck... Well, you'd be right. I did on the other hand amidst making lasagna manage to throw half the lot of cheese sauce into the air, at which point I thought I better catch it and it of course...ran through my fingers and landed down my front. So that when my husband did get home I had a decided stink of cheese about me and his lasagna dinner was a little dry.
So, I didn't get lucky last night.
Friday, 6 November 2009
in my teens and early 20's I was often referred to as a classic beauty. Like the old Hollywood stars.
Husband's nick name for me from the very beginning of our relationship (And even before our relationship began actually) was Foxy. I was a sex kitten. Cheeky, naughty and sexy. I didn't dress particularly reveling (though I am a fan of the short skirt) and I was not promiscuous in any way. It was more my confidence and my attitude. When we married I became beautiful. After I had our son, I was pretty. Now? ... I asked Husband if he thought I could model (as a joke) and his reply was "well, maybe, you're interesting looking" ... to which I responded "not beautiful or pretty?" He smiled and said "no. You've got an interesting look about you". Now, is there any woman out there that REALLY wants her Husband to tell her she's interesting looking? I think I'd rather he had lied. Some how, I went from this:
In under 3 years.... I think it's impressive... and makes me wonder if I'll look like this: In 10 years.
Let's hope not.
I just can't understand it all though... Since whenever I look in the mirror I have only ever seen, this:
Thursday, 5 November 2009
But once again I have succeed and with quite a flair (Two weeks in a row! Can I get a hell yeah!?)
I believe I've almost almost got the hang of this "me time" malarkey and it feels quite good. It also (as they all told me) is benefiting my marriage and the way I am with my son. Patient super mummy returns!! (though I did totally delay getting home last night until I knew Son would be asleep...shame on me!)
Right then moving on to how I completed my Theta Mom Thursday, as I am gracious enough not to leave you on the edge of your seats. Friday evening Husband was scheduled to be "out on the town" with his fellow Directors across London, so I grabbed this opportunity for a classic girls night in. I invited over my work colleague (we'll call her Curls. A close 2nd favourite to Ms Fave...Wot? Yes, I keep a tally!) for pizza delivery, old childhood movies and a good quality bottle of plonk.
Now, Curls and I really get along, we've had a few after work drinks in the past and I really enjoy her company, so I was really looking forward to her coming over and getting to meet Son and show him off a bit. Lucky for me my perfect little 20 month old was on his best show off behaviour. As she walked in the door at 7pm, Son was no where to been seen.
"He in bed?" asks Curls. I smile and simply say "Where HAS Son gone?!", right on cue and looking cute as hell in his insect pajamas and with his ginger hair standing on end, out from the broom closet jumps Son, hands up in claw position and growling like a monster. Peeerfect. And to top it of, as soon as he saw Curls he did his whole big eyed bashful thing, smiled and said "hello". ACK, even more perfect. Curls and Son fell in love and happily played while I ordered pizza and got Son's milk ready. Now... I may have mentioned before that whenever I plan a night in with no Husband, Son always chooses this time to be sick and/or difficult and he ends up staying up late and generally leaving me stressed and with no time to relax. Not this time! My perfect little boy went to sleep with no fuss and a perfect "nite nite mummy" at 7.30 on the dot, showing off what a good job at mummying I'd done! A little bit of me wanted to collapse against his bedroom door and weep with happiness.
As soon as we'd settled in front of the telly with our wine and pizza (yes, we both did totally manage to eat a whole pizza and a bowl of ice cream...EACH) we switched on our favourite childhood movie "Labyrinth".
Once the silent was broken the girl talk didn't end. And we discussed everything from parenting and government to periods and pimples. It was refreshing. and so much fun that even when Husband called at 9pm and told me he wasn't "feeling it" and was planning on coming home I demanded he delay himself until at least 10.30pm. Which, as a good husband, he did (I think he went to his office and did some work... I know!).
Wednesday, 4 November 2009
Also because I'm "newish" I'm still totally shocked that people read me let alone award me! So again, Thank you to Brittany. She is a brilliant DIY-Super mom and also just published a blog post on travelling with kids which I am EVER so grateful for.
The Best Blog Award Rules: In order to accept the award, please post it on your blog with the name of the person who gave awarded it, including the link to the blog. Pass the award onto 15 other blogs that you have newly discovered and think are great. Remember to contact the bloggers and let them know they have been chosen for this award.
The Lovely Blog Rules: To accept the award – post it on your blog together with the name of the person who has granted the award, and his or her blog link. Pass the award to 15 other blogs that you’ve newly discovered and remember to contact the bloggers to let them know they have been chosen for this award.
Now, I'd like to if you don't mind, award 15 of you gorgeous ladies. ROLL CALL!
- Erin at Closing Time
- Michele at Finding Trinity
- Vicki at Frugal Mom Knows Best
- Helene at I'm living proof that god has a sense of humor
- Loukia at Loulou's Views
- G-zell at Stay at Home Mom - Who Knew!
- Debbie at Suburb Sanity
- Sophia's Mom at The Whannabe Wahm
- Chelle at The Winey Mom
- Keely at The Un Mom
..... Ok so, I know it says 15 blogs I've newly discovered but because I've been so very out of the loop in the blogging world as of late I have only newly discovered 11 blogs... OBVIOUSLY I need to spend some time blog trolling. Obviously.
Anyways, every single one of these lovely ladies I have been so happy to find. I've really enjoyed reading each of their blogs and they all got me hooked from the word GO.
Again Thank you Brittany and I promise to live up to the awards! :)
Yesterday I laughed when his nursery told me he had been rugby tackling the other children.
This morning Son awoke at 4.30am and I gave in and took him back to bed with me. This means, tonight I will suffer when he refuses to go to his own bed.
This morning I was rushing and did not brush my Son's teeth because we were running late and I didn't have the energy to try and get him to actually brush his teeth rather than playing with the water.
This morning upon leaving Son at nursery after the longest, loudest, whiniest morning ever I was relieved... because I think if I hadn't left him at nursery I would have been considering adoption.
Tonight Husband is picking Son up from Nursery and I am planning on getting "held up" until I know Son is in bed.
Right now I have never been so happy to be at work in my life.
Monday, 2 November 2009
Hard to resist.
So you start eating. And eating. And eating... And then you get better/not-so-lazy!! So you can get back on the ball! back into routine!
If only it was that easy.
I'm not a chocoholic, I don't particularly have a sweet tooth and I'm not a serious junkie or snacker. I definitely don't deny myself those things but generally I don't crave them. Until I start... While on holiday there were a lot of baked goods, expensive chocolates, decadent wines and rich foods. I ate them all. And I enjoyed every moment of it. Using the "I'm on holiday excuse" but now... Now I can't seem to stop. I've gained just under 6lb's in 4 weeks. I know it's not a LOT and I still seem to fit comfortably into all my clothes, but when I sit down I can see that spread in my thighs and when I look at my ass I can see how it's "filled out".
I feel a little stuck now and a little afraid. I've been fat (ohthankyou pregnancy) and I got my body back so when I put on weight I feel this drop in my chest of "is this it? is this when I'll loose control again?".
Must be better this month! Must!
I wish I had the time of day to go to the gym or some aerobic classes. I LOVE Aerobic classes. So much fun. But when am I suppose to make time to do that? If I'm not at work, I'm looking after son, and once Son goes to bed then I'm looking after husband by preparing dinner... You all know how it goes.
Husband made the obligatory English Sunday Roast last night. I don't do roasts. Not allowed in this household. Not because I can't do it, but Husband is very good indeed and making a roast, so why challenge him? I purposely bought a large Chicken though with thoughts of wonderful recipes to use up all the extra shredded chicken I'd have. Always good to have plans for left overs when you're on a budget.
It's widely known that generally for me the easier and cheaper the recipe the more likely I am to love it. Of course, it's still got to pack the punch, but with a strict food budget and and wonky dinner time (thanks to Son) my life is easier if my dinner is. This recipe is no exception. It's what I like to call the cheats way to good Mexican. Chicken Tortilla Soup is my most favourite soup and this one never lets me down. I've made it a few times when friends have come over and everyone always asks for the recipe. Also a perfect way to use up left overs!
Chicken Tortilla Soup
(we usually get 6 bowls of soup out of this recipe)
3-4 pints of water or chicken broth (I use water usually. Chicken broth just gives it more depth)
4 chicken bouillon cubes
1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
1 1/4 teaspoon cumin
1 (10oz) can tomato soup
1 (10oz) can diced tomatoes
1 onion, chopped
2 cups cooked shredded chicken.
Bottom and Toppers:
Express Mexican Rice (I use Uncle Ben's)
Tortilla Chips, crushed
Grated cheese (I usually use Cheddar)
In a large stock pot add as much water or chicken broth for the quantity of soup you need.
Add bouillons, spices, soup and tomatoes (including liquid), onion and chicken.
Heat soup thorough and allow to simmer until ready to serve.
Crock pot: I like to do this in the crock pot, since it's such an easy soup to make (chop an onion, open cans etc. dump into pot, done) I usually put it on in the late morning and leave it until dinner time, that way the onions are softer (but still with a bite) and the chicken has soaked up some flavor.
Place desired amount of crushed tortilla chips, grated cheese and jalapenos in individual bowls, pour hot soup over and top with a spoon of Mexican rice, a dollop of sour cream, slices of fresh avocado and a sprinkle of coriander/cilantro.
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