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Okay, so i’ve had a mad day of rushing around, panicking and organizing for my book launch in Doncaster today. I’ve got a lot on my plate, i’m filled to the brim with stress and worry and so i was really excited for the evening to come, due to desperately needing a bit of fun, a sense of ‘release’…a good time to enjoy life, love and happiness and let go of my mind, my stress and with someone that i love. This evening is the ONLY evening this entire week, where i am completely free of mummy duties…so i was kinda looking forward to having fun and just destressing because i need to before i go mentally insane.

…so what d’ya think Keiran does, on the only evening i am free to enjoy a good old bit of much needed fun with him.

He goes on boys night.

Not once did it cross his mind that i might WANT or NEED to have fun, on the only day i have to do it on, when i’m internally in need of it. I don’t get it?

I’m soooo stressed and instead princess weeping into a budget wine…just because i need to let my mind BREATHE. I need a release and there’s nothing worse than looking forward to one and it not being available. #pointslost #bigpointslost

I don’t even have anything to say…I guess when you’re a girl, you just think that men will forward think and make good decisions, without you having to prompt them. It’s not the case at all, is it?

Yesterday he said he was the ‘happiest’ he had ever been with me and was consumed with utter love for me. (‘I’m sooo in love with you, Chrissie.’) It makes me feel like when men get what they want or need, they then forget to consider what their partner may want or need, because they have what they want (..which in Keiran’s case is love) and that’s all that matters to them. And to make it worse my feelings don’t count…OVER FOOTBALL. I don’t think it’s fair. I feel taken for granted…#brakeson

Okay my dandy licks of life! Now, you know how i enjoy to keep the ‘ooh laa’ all within the ‘family,’ hoping to one day build an empire, kinda ‘Kardashian’ style, but with a *wink* and a *Wunna* celebrating the globe. Well, today we found that my very handsome hubby to be ‘Keiran Thompson’ is actually in this weeks edition of MORE MAGAZINE.

We were both in it earlier this year, however Keiran is strutting solo in this current issue, with his ‘My Dating Life’ column. (I likey!)

I’m super proud of him, so i hope that you adore him too! Grab your copy and show my little hero some support. (It has actually been out since Tuesday, but we only realized today whilst supermarket shopping for pasta!)

Life is wonderful in our little bubble right now (even though he told my bum it was wobbly, then giggled at it like it had a life of it’s own. IF MY BUM wants to WOBBLE it WILL! It can still wiggle better than most, even if it is 31 years of age. I mean it’s attached to ‘Chrissie Wunna’ for crying out loud. I’m surprised that it can ONLY wobble. If you look close enough, i bet it can swear, drink and juggle too! )

Anyway, i’m in love, we’re in love and it’s exciting seeing him in More Magazine AGAIN! I do however have to go, as he seems to find placing his bare willy upon my laptop screen humorous mid-blog. I ADORE HIM. I mean anytime a gentleman can hold my attention, only to deliver a GIANT *trump*…which actually made us both laugh, means we’re the perfect couple!

 Thank you for following my life. x

Saturday May 26th at Bed nightclub Leeds!! My book launch/Playboy bunny party to celebrate ‘Diairies of a Glamour Puss.’

VIP, Red Carpet, Playboy models, Open to public and with your favourite reality tv guests!!

Come down. Have fun. Books sold and signed on the night. *Wiggle-Wink.*

Facebook Event Page:

http://www.facebook.com/#!/events/134031250064869/ 

Good morning my little treaties of wink-wink. My mind is a boggled with a work load of ‘got to do this-ot to do that.’ I keep being lazy when it all gets a bit too much. (I’m quite irresponsible when i have a pile on of kitty cat work-work.) However, Keiran…the handsome ‘otherside of my pillow’ also has a giant man chunk of work to tend to, yet is making his way through it with a champion swagger. It’s encouraging me to try a little harder. Lol. Good influences are often frustrating, because when it comes to the hard grind, i’m rubbish. Yet i’m impressed and inspired by his commitment to his man chunka work load, meaning i’m going to actually be productive today…well until wine gets the better of me. Keiran now runs his own company…and 100% enjoys being a leader that’s filled with bucket loads of responsibility. I have a short concentration span. Things usually have to interest me within a moment. If not, my eyes will wander and i’ll totter off to MAC bronze my cheeks, until i find my next adventure. However, only when i find i have too much on for me to handle.

Anyway, the ‘fairytale’ is currently wonderful in Wunna Land. The two of us have really got our ‘forever’ on and are filled with a giggle and bond, swiped over with glitter and love. We’re best friends and have never been more comfortable with each other than we are now. Keiran’s turned into, what i call ‘Old man Thompson’ (the grandad version of himself…which I LOVE.) He did the nursery run in his slippers today, woke up at the crack of dawn, moaned about the jazzy ‘too loud’ music playing on the radio, switched it to Radio 2 and complained about ‘Rasta Mouse.’ (‘Ruby, i do not want you talking like you’re a jamaican mouse!’) I love the transition in him because i just find it adorable. He’s my absolute perfect man…and mainly because he forgives me for throwing saucepans around the room, due to my snazzy uncontrolable hormones. In relationships when two people are the same, passionate, madly in love and feisty, drizzled with minor trust issues…it takes time to adjust to the correct relationship positioning. We’ve finally managed it and with no drama whatsoever. I love having the man of my dreams. We can’t WAIT to get married and well i never ever thought i would say that about any boy.

We did ‘Nando’s’ last night, with ‘The Wunna’s’ at Xscape. My mum keeps treating us because she adores her new soon to be ‘son in law.’ I love that they’re welcoming him in with warm open arms and well if anyone believes that we’re going to do amazing things in life…it’s my mum and she won’t stop until we get there. I want us to conquer everything and we will! I’m excited, determined and hopeful. [Have a breakfast wine here]

I can’t actually remember what i needed to tell you today? But it actually was important. Lol. I’ve got meetings, phone calls, more work, book stuff, filming next week and weddings to organise. Both of us literally had to start getting up early, simply to fit our days work in. I’ve got a future plan and i’m going to stick to it. But first i need to celebrate my book launch and tick that little box with a wink, before i attempt to tend to anything else remotely glitzy.

Okay yeah…i remember what i was meant to be telling you. (Keiran’s sat on the sofa telling me he likes my boobies and that i should consider getting them out. I’m quite the hornball right now, due to my hormones going kinky and well i’m having to hold back from leaping on him ALL OF THE TIME, simply to refrain from looking like a jolly old cougar nutter. )

Right, you all know, but i will tell you again. I have a book out. My first ever one. ‘Diaries of a Glamour Puss.’ Due to heavy purchasing (which i love) it keeps selling out and is now constantly ‘out of stock’ on Amazon and the Waterstones website.

For those of you, that have PRE-ORDERED your book and not yet recieved it…i have been informed that it is because the orders are filtering through the system and due to there being quite a bundle of them to filter through, there is a minor minxy hold up.

Therefore, Wunna land has saved the day!! IF YOU WOULD LIKE A COPY OF MY BOOK, a BOOK ORDER PHONE LINE has been opened, just for you delicious cherry gaggle of Wunna fans.

The number to call for you copy of ‘Diaries of a Glamour Puss’ is 01565 228317  (Payments via all major credit and debit cards are accepted 24 hours.)

OR you can divert an Amazon/Waterstones line up by going directly to www.abbeyhousepublishing.com and buying your  book there…which is straight from the publishing house.

Hope i’ve got all the major details out? Lol (God, i need a wine and a bonk.)

Okay, so today was meant to be 100% stress-free, filled with love, baby making and ‘oooh laa.’ However, in the last 20 minutes, i’ve managed to have a bit of a bicker with my hubby-to-be over vegetables, to the point where i ended up ‘Diva-ing’ on him, (after he threw my fresh steamed veggies in the bin,) pickin up a half full pan of baked salmon and pasta, strutting to the patio door, LAUNCHING it on the lawn, then turning around to throw the now empty pan (with onion bits in) through the air and into the corner of the living room, on to a music playing system. Yipppee!

He’s apologised, i’ve forgiven him and we’re laughing about it now. (I mean if i was going to ‘dodgy food’ him to death, i’d do it the sexy way with arsenic in leopard print heels and not carrot clumps.) The fact that he pre-tuned the tv to ‘Real Housewives’ made me forgive him. I’m not mad really. I wasn’t ever. I just have a ‘diva’ whenever i feel 1% unappreciated. But i love my little fool. I can’t help it.

Anyway, since my little saucepan flight, i figured it would be a good time for me to post this blog…one that i’ve been meaning to post for donkies years, but never got around too.

Men…you always mess up. I know a lot of you, have dated a lot of you and yeah all the time you tend to accidentally balls everything up and find yourself in a position of ‘i’m sorry.’ Therefore i thought i’d help you out a little, by presenting you with 5 WONDERFUL ways to say ‘sorry’ to your girly. You really don’t even have to utter a single word. Just leave it somewhere where she’ll find it and find yourself scoring MAJOR points!

The above ways also work for ‘I love you…’ which is a much better option.

I have a good hubby to be, meaning i have delighted in most of the above from him…without it having to be a ‘sorry’ and it always being an ‘i love you.’ But i assure you, there is not one girl who wouldn’t appreciate at least one thing from the list above, when you need to get out of trouble. (You have a love letter, flowers, a cuddle, a handbag, or jewellery)

Lots of love

Chrissie x

‘What are you doing?’

‘I’m doing sex. ’

What a last couple of days! I’ve having a blast, oozed over with a cheeky charm of love and a lot dollop of *wiggle.* The other afternoon, I had decided to ‘slag’ my face up a little. In Wunna Land that means cream on too much pink lippy, far too much eyeliner, ‘dramatico’ those eyes to ‘smokey,’ bronze a little bit more than you really actually need too and whop on a pair of lengthy lashes of ‘ooh laa’, equipped with freshly ‘bigged up’ hair and a series of glamour modelly pouts into a full length mirror and all before noon. I do this when i either feel old, not as sexy as 2009 (when i was award winning for my tragical look of deliciousness,) when my inner ‘kitten’ wants to peek out or simply out of boredom. I’m not quite sure which one it was, but my very ‘Handsome Keiran’ decided to plonk up the stairs at almost the perfect time, take a look at me, tell me i had ‘too much on my face,’ however then proceeded to cuddle, kiss and ‘boner’ up to me, with a smile of excitement in his eyes.

It led to a cheeky *shimmie* of laughter and before you know it we were stripping off, all boobies and biceps and preparing for a bit of quick slaggy bonking on the bed. The funny thing about it all was that we laughed all the way. I was laid there, all over done and happy, on my tummy with a wiggle. He was laid, all a boner and a ‘come to daddio, baby-boo’ face of glory. I began to weirdly scoot downward, but whilst still laid on my front, in order to reach his willy…with my mouthy and he sort of looked at me, paused, asked me what i was doing..and with a puzzled face, only to have me look up, giggle and say, ‘I’m trying to do sex Keiran.’ Lmfao. I’m the Ultimate hero of glamour…honest. I must’ve looked like a toad. We laughed our pretty hot arses off and had the best, ‘bent over’ quickie bonk EVER. I love that we’re so comfortable with each other than we can enjoy our sex life fully, be it comedic, kinky or for the art of role play, or baby making. Nothing is ever awkward between us, in our bubble and that’s how you know you have found the one you will be able to tend to ‘forever’ with. Lots of fun. Lots of lippy. Lots of love. *Purr….*

Okay, other than that little bit of story…I AM sooooooo CRAZY busy. Plannin the book launch, the book promo, being a mum and having a WEDDING to organize for a couple months time is insane. I have an inbox full of ‘need to reply too’s’ to the point where i’m at the ‘lets be lazy and have wine’ stage of ‘ooh laa.’ When things get too much, i shower tan and drink wine, whilst drying off to my favourite show ever. ‘Real Housewives…’ Maybe i secretly aspire to be one? However, i’m so turned on by being able to make my own way, money, history and mark, that i quite fancy myself as more of a glamour pussy, accidental entrepeneur. (‘Oh look, Wunna’s accidentally made millions…’) I likey that ideary, very mucho muchly! I was kinda stressed yesterday, but i think it was because i didn’t have Keiran by my side. It’s really bizarre now because we truely actually do come as a pair. We couldn’t imagine ‘doing life’ without the other. I mean he looked at me the other day, rejoicing about how great a couple we were, then stated that we just now come as a twosome. We’ve properly got our fairytale together now and are trooping forward. We’re a great family, we have great families and with all the love that we share between us, our foundation is now solid…and sexy.

I’ve been working hard, he’s been working hard. I’ve been chilling with wine, as he’s been recording old school rap songs, for ’get well soon’ cards, that ended up being accidental ‘Happy Birthday’ cards for grandmas…with flowers. His nan (who we love and visited) has just had a hip replacement and Keiran thought it would be funny to record the ‘I said a hip…hop…blah blah etc..’ rap for her to enjoy through her recovery. I’m marrying that man. We actually have wonderful people around us now and well our elders are giving us strong words of wisdom to carry us through life correctly. We’re going to do AMAZINGLY and have everything we ever wanted and simply because we’re listening now and getting our priorities right. Both sides CANNOT WAIT for the wedding…so we’re really happy. My mum is completely addicted to Keiran now. I mean, anything he wants…she’ll get, or do…and simply because she has a new son. I enjoy that he now has a new random asian family. I’m loving life right now. I’m marrying the most amazing and most delicious man. I can rely on him to be there, love, cherish and protect me. He knows i’d do that for him…even if i’m in too much bronzer. (I work better like that.) I like that my face prints on his, everytime we bonk. He did the nursery run with giant pink lip marks planted upon his face. That’s a good thing…even in a van and because it means not only are you loved, but the love that you have is ALIVE. (Today, i tried to convince him that i was his imaginary friend. It’s like ‘Fight club’ with tits and lipstick.)

I’ve got far too much going on right now to be able to write this blog and make it entertaining. I’ve got to mail my book to Emily at The Daily star. I accidentally when tipsy channel flicked and watched myself on telly last night on ‘sex lessons,’ i need to sort out my VIP list for the book launch, i have to email the show that i’m filming…i have weird tan lines, a wedding on Aug 12th, a delicious baby who waddles around giggling and calling things ‘cats’ and ‘uh-ohs,’ i’m loving you, loving the support, confident about my future, wanting another baby, wishing could embrace being 31 and looking forward to recieving all my free things from ‘Duffer’ and ‘Fablesofafox.’

Oh and for those of you who watched ‘sex, lies and rinsing guys,’ i was meant to be on that, but it didn’t work out due to me not being ‘rinsey’ enough. Lol. A blessing in disguise. I’m getting things right now. Book, blog, mummy hood, wedding, filming show, getting my own ‘family’ show, the movie with DK and life in fur boots or heels! I think i need to breed twins. Keiran’s decided he wants an ‘all girl’ family because he’d get to grow old, sit under a tree and have us take care of him forever. I love that he loves me and thinks i’m the most beautiful thing he has ever seen or experience. I look at him and i’m wowed by his yumminess, heart and determination.

Life is good…i better get back to work.

You can never find a bobble when you need one. Like i’ve said… I’m crapola at ‘doing hair’ and if you wish to rock a delicious bit of ‘hair-do-do’ it really doesn’t help. I need a pocket sized gay with a tail comb and a ton of hairspray to pop out of my handbag every 6.9 minutes and groom me. I don’t even have extensions in right now (i know…i’m a sinner.) But bottom line, when you need a bobble…(and i’ve recently bought three of those bundle packs filled with bobble delight…) you can never ever find one. I mean, i can’t even whop it up, in a scruffy ‘updo’ to hide the fact that i’m an ill doer of hair.

Anyway, life is unbelievable right now. Unbelievable! ‘Handsome Keiran’ and i are madly in love. It feels so real that it even gives me the giddies. I’m soo comforted by him being my ‘forever.’ (He looked at me yesterday on the way back from our wedding venue and with a warm heart of ‘you’re going to be my wifey’…he said, ‘i’m going to look after you forever.’ Awwww.)  I honestly have the most amazing man in this entire world….even if we have hairspray wars and i have to get picked up in a baby cradle position and spun around a LIVING  room out of love, excitment and hyperactivity. (I’m only 5ft 3. People like to pick me up and spin me. It’s odd…especially when you’re 31..and have tits. ) We’re really playful and filled with ‘ooh laa’ right now and we spent pretty much all of the weekend being a cozy, fun couple, full of tickles, laughter, early morning rising, ‘Dating in the Dark,’  silent sex and cuddles. The love part of our relationship couldn’t be any better, neither could the ‘family’ part. The work part is nerve wrecking…and because we are both so highly ambitious. We’re going to do amazingly…but i guess i’m just a girl who studies her path to the future, to make sure it plays out correctly. It’s really not all wiggles and boobie winks, like i say it is, as my head is working all of the time to guarantee the ‘dream everything.’ We’re on the right path and i can’t WAIT to ‘high five’ life with a big breath of relief and a jolly old ‘i fricking DID IT.’ 

Okay, Saturday was spent in Doncaster. My ‘handsome,’ Baby Ruby and I, trundled to the town that birthed me in order for Keiran to purchase a big white van and then for a yummy spot of lunch in the centre. We had to tend to a bank stop, then we had a bit of burger love at Zest, before meeting my parents for a brief cheery walk around and more eating at China Palace. Weirdly a few of you saw us in Doncaster, walked past us and everything, yet didn’t utter a single word. Lol. We had a lady during the nursery run this morning stop us to tell us that she walked right next to us, yet didn’t say anything because we looked like we were in a deep meaningful conversation. Deep meaningful conversation? We were probably talking about hairdo’s, tans and making Ruby be ‘cute on cue’ for attention. Infact, there was a point, after a Tweet from the lovely ‘Tom Fox’ who had also spotted us dotting around Donny, with my green accent bag and Keirans ‘killer biceps’…stating that we were in making outfits! Ha! We love TOM. We hadn’t even noticed until we looked at each other, in our little booth at Zest, pissed ourselves with glorious giggles and said, ‘OMG we ARE matching!!’ (I LOVE matching.) I enjoy how everyone focussed on what we looked like that day because I actually £5000 of his money in cash in my accent green baggage. You should’ve mugged me, instead of marking my shorts out of 10. My bag took a beating that day. I swear on my fricking life, I LITERALLY HAD EVERYTHING in this fucking bag. I like a big bag. You need ot have a big one when you’re a mummy and a wife to be. Yet did they take the piss or what! I had nappies, bottles, cash, food, clothes, wallets, keys and Lord knows what in my little green bag and when it’s as full as it could possible be..what d’ya think Keiran says to me? ‘Oh babe, can you put this sat nav, in there too…oh and these glasses…oh and…what? This is what happens when you’re a mum and a wife. ‘ I’m surprised he didn’t try and buy a fricking elephant and maybe a prositute…simply to put them IN MY BAG!

Lovely day. Productive day. Family day. My parents truely adore Keiran and now that we have a wedding coming up, it’s all getting really exciting for them. I love that they’ve welcomed him into the family, like a son. My DAD even gave him a 9 out of 10!! Having full family support is really really great. My dad likes him because he’s a go-getter, romantic and a ‘wonderful  example of a man.’ But then he said he’d ‘give me away’ to anyone to get on the telly for a few minutes. :)  However, yes Doncaster was wonderful. Ruby was a giant hit. I cannot believe how adorable she is right now. There was an odd moment, where she decided to sit in the middle of the Frenchgate centre, in yellow stripes and a headband…AND WITH A LEMON HELIUM BALLOON attached to her wrist, with dolly eyes. It won the hearts of many, to the point where Keiran and I had to pretend we were leaving her there, in order for her to leave the act for another day. We’re ALL attention seekers in our family. It’s quite a treat for any little audience.

God, i can’t remember what else happened? He got the van, we’re in love…we went shopping, did lunches? Cuddled all night? Perfect evening. Perfect fairytale. Keiran was overly excited. We bonked.

The next day…as in yesterday we did our very first bit of big WEDDING ‘OOH LAA’. YIPPEEE!! I’m really really can’t wait now because for the first time ever i’m marrying the man of my dreams. (Whilst i’m typing this Keiran is telling me to ‘get my tits out’ to the merry tune of ‘The Beach Boys.’) We drove down to Oulton Hall(..in the van)  for 11am, to have a looky at what they had on offer for us and what do you know! I had the entire GROOM OF THE YEAR! Most men are usually quite ‘draggy feet’ about a whole wedding plan etc. Not my ‘arm candy.’ Holy shit, KEIRAN was like the BRIDE! He thundered in, with an ‘ i want drapes, i don’t like that dance floor….i need it all to be perfect…and just all glamourous.’ I was literally playing catch up, as the wedding co-ordinated and my ARMY GROOM, hustled and bustled forward with the wedding plans. Lol. He loved it and i liked that! I liked that he’s truely excited to get married. He had a glint in his eye and a leap in his step. They actually already knew that we were having it filmed for the telly…so hopefully they will let us go all out. We want ultimate decadent GLAMOUR.

But yes, the place is over the top, beautiful classy and delicious. It’s also kinda pricey…but fuck it, we’re having a wedding and luckily we have a great ‘father of the bride.’ Once The Wunna’s warm up to a boy, i think it’s a pretty good family to fall into. We walked through glitzy champagne bars, cocktail hour lawns, main reception suites, the ceremony room…just beautiful.

When we had agreed on the ‘what happens next’ we simply sat down, enjoyed a silver served afternoon tea and scones, by an old fashion bookcase, luxury arm chairs and under a chandelier, the size of…BURMA. (Then Keiran went to the dump, after blagging a free carpet. One extreme to the other much?)

We’re having one of those ‘life is going to be good’ chapters! I’m really excited! I CAN’T WAIT TO GET MARRIED!!! I’m going from a ‘Wunna’ to a ‘Thompson.’ How bizarrely delicious! Helllooo August Wedding! (God, i still have all my book launch stuff to organize. UGH)

Woke up over the moon, laid by my gorgeous baby Ruby and my delicious hubby to be. Fair enough, it was to ‘Handsome Keiran’ singing his own version of nursery rhymes, to my responsive little girlio, after an evening of the loudest  snoring ever. (‘Keiran you crazy snored all night, then shocked yourself up!/ Well maybe i had stopped breathing?/ Erm…stopped breathing? You pretty much used up all the oxygen in the ENTIRE world up, with those snores! lol’) I love it really and because he’s nothing short of cute. Even if ‘Tommy’ now ‘ puts the kettle on’ instead of good old fashioned ‘Polly.’ He always makes his own words up to songs, yet commits to them fully. We all do it, don’t we. But i can’t handle getting it wrong without feeling odd and to the point where i will foolishly attempt to merge my wrong word, into the right word, like i never ballsed it up in the first place. Haha. Tragico.

Now, i think about it,  last night he made up his own language..that ended up a little bit Chinese, whilst laid on the sofa, wanting me to stroke his head. (Not that head. That happened earlier in the day. #yeahbaby) You’ve got to love anyone who commits to their own version of words whole heartedly. It means they believe what they believe and love it all the way…regardless. He’s just one of those great guys, perfectly matched to a Wunna…even if i HAVE just had to explain why he should maybe reconsider biting my hands off. (‘Who’d make ya tea and tickle ya back babe? Not me…i’d have no fricking hands!’) The sheer fright of no tea and no tickling saved my little bumpkins. I’m actually quite proud of him right now, with him handling life well, being a great daddy to Ruby, being a loving hubby to be and now running his own company. He’s doing well and well as any girl knows, when the boys do well in the love, work and daddy department…it’s a major turn on. #Pointsscored

Anyway my cutie pies, Wunna land is currently filled with true love, strength and dreams come true right now and when you add a positive beam of laughter on top of all that, you have nothing short of victory. I feel really lucky, really grateful and really happy with the fact that i’m focussing on the wonderful things that this world has to offer, instead of the negative. Like i was saying to the hubbster  just yesterday, as he stood by the patio door and looked up to the skies..you are given 100 years (if ya lucky) to enjoy and make the most of your time on this lovely little earth ball. People forget the bigger picture. We’re all little giggly aliens residing together in a juicy ball suspended in the universe. I’m learning that folk tend to create and make their own drama that doesn’t really matter when it comes to the crunch of what life is about. Once you learn what life is about, then not only will you prosper, but you will be the happiest little kitty cat alive. When you’re happy…you can conquer the entire world.

Yesterday ended up being more productive than i predicted. (Well done me.) There i was thinking i’d toss it off with a jolly bit of laziness. But no! I worked hard, did pretty much everything i needed to and oddly impressed myself and i was even drunk. I kinda still have a little bit more to do. A book launch is a giant thing to enjoy, however a giant thing to arrange. Yet I know how lucky i am and well at the end of the day  it’s better to have a bit of nervy stress over  launching your own book, than to have no book at all, right? I’m happy, i’m positive and not letting anyone drag their bundle of drama into Wunna Land because as soon as i let them, they come trundling in with full dramatic force. There’s so many great things going on right now with work and with my jolly home life that i don’t have time to tend to the negative. When that becomes the case, not only do you know life is good, but you know that you finally get the key to success. Not one successful person will ever tell you anything different. I’m not even nearly where i want to be, but i’m on my way there and i LOVE IT!!!! One of the things that i adore about Keiran and i is that we view the world in the exact same manner. We want to do well and will and all it takes is the correct internal adjustments, hope, love and a smile. *Wiggle-wink.* If i can teach you anything today, it would be to enjoy love and life merrily and not be drawn in by those that turn your happy face, into a frown. We’ve been playful, in love and living our fairytale and well i wouldn’t have it any other way. *Hair-toss-giggle*

Anyway, last night (and when my mum had dropped delicious Ruby back home from nursery) Keiran and I were gifted with a little wedding treat by Mama Wunna. Now, we all know i have one of those great mums…in fact a great family…and last night she handed me a little brown envelope to open, for Keiran and I..out of love. I adore my mum and i thanked her thoroughly for her support. My parents really love Keiran and can’t wait for him to a full member of the family…as i will his and that little gesture meant the world and mainly because it showed me that she loved and couldn’t wait for our union. Awwww!

Other than all that, i’ve got a bit more book launching to do and a lot more inviting to do. I’m really excited to fun it up with everyone. Those of you coming will get to enjoy a few familiar faces, then get cocktailed up by bunny girls in the name of true Wunna love. I’m nervous for no real reason, other than wanting everyone to have a great time. But i’m sure it will go down a treat! Woohoo! I can’t wait! (Even if @jamiedorrington who is in charge of helping me…decides to get road rage and question his sexuality before 5.15pm. lol I have a great team.)

I don’t have much to report just yet because the day has just begun…but remember to make the most of your 100 years. Why? Well because you’ll regret it when if you don’t and won’t ever be able to get that time back.

Thank you for all your messages. I’ll check in later…when more things decide to occur. *Blows you a kiss.*

Picture of my little ‘IT’ baby attempting to sneak into the ‘banned from’ kitchen this morning, with her peeky toes. I adore her…even if her sincere love for ‘Cheesy Puffs’ gets the better of her judgement. I’m rubbish and telling her off…instead i take photos of her naughtiness and commit to the ‘don’t think i won’t tell Daddy’ line.

Happy Thursday Wunnarettes! I’m actually remarkably chipper today. The love life is blooming with a fruitful gentle shimmie of love. I have a gorgeous little girl. A remarkable hubby to be and after a bit of a ‘yesterday rest’ and a ‘party for one’ at The Castle in Wakefield, whilst my ‘handsome’ got his his ‘work out’ on life is nothing short of rosy. I’m really happy and proving that no matter what or where you are in life, you can always pick up with a smile, as long as you always know what’s important. I’ve found my ‘va voom,’ i’m back in the game and i’m loving every moment of family life, drizzled over with a glittery work life. In fact, i’m quite nervous about my work life, the book launch organising is terrifying me. Yet i’ve got good friends, who have had their lovely times on your telly box, supporting me and coming over to celebrate life on the 26th of this month to play in Wunna land. That part…i like. The putting it all together (and mainly because i’m one who enjoys everything done for me) is terrifying. But it’ll be fine, right? Well i hope. Who knows! I’m just nervous!

Okay, so yesterday when i was at The Castle in my faux fur and boobs…with rubbish hair. (I can’t for the LIFE of me do my hair and mainly because i’ve never really had to gorwing up in LA. It was always done for me, during my modelling days and well Keiran actually does my hair, BETTER than i do. He can whop in rollers for me in a second and do it thoroughly with panache. He’s just one of those good at everything guys, no matter what it is. I like that about him because i’m one of those rubbish at everything girls, yet lucky when it comes to life, i guess?) I don’t thing he’ll leave me unattended again, for a ‘party for one’ anytime soon. I think i was suppose to eat, as he worked out his legs across. I sat infront of a burning fire place and purchased a packet of crisps and a red wine. In fact 2 red wines, instead of doing food. Not because i was hungry, but mainly because i just didn’t want to do a full few courses on my own. When we eat, we do the whole shabbam.  I couldn’t do it on my own. It felt pointless. I thinking eating is to be celebrated with others because warm food and good food is one of those life treasures that we have on this earth, that really shouldn’t be taken for granted. But he popped back in after an hour and after a cuddle we ordered a starter and a main and made ‘happy talk’ by the fireplace with love. The great thing (and we did discuss this) is that no-one really knows us (aside from maybe 2 people) the way we know each other. With both of us there is a ‘Chrissie Wunna’ and a ‘Team Keiran.’ Most know us as that, even our friends. Yet we love each other for being just little Chrissie and my baby boy Keiran. It’s a lovely kind of love and that’s how i always want it to stay..forever. He told me over again (probably to reassure me and because it was the truth) how much he loved me, how i was absolutely his forever, how beautiful he thought i was and how he couldn’t imagine being without me. I feel the exact same way and when the man of your dreams, looks at you and tells you that, as a kitty cat, a girl, a doll, you feel filled with life and love. I mean he even read out a poem he wrote me and it slowly lifted me back up to ‘chipper.’ When i’m down, even if he has aided the ‘down’..he’ll always try and cheer me up and well that my dollies is the sign that he is a truely loving man. (I was actually on the loo when he re-read the poem out. ) I love the ‘moments,’ we have and well i tell you the tale of our bubble, simply to inspire. Meaning, if you are a lady and you feel like you aren’t maybe getting treated the way you wish you were…know that there are great men out there. We ALL balls things up at times, yet it’s always about how fast you recover from it…and with love. I’m happy we’re doing well. It certainly made my morning ‘lie in’ beautiful. You know when you just lay there alone, smiling at life and because you feel 100% content. I love those moments! It’s weird because i couldn’t be without him. We’re both quite possessive and we’re both quite passionate. But at the end of the day, we both want to be loved…loved madly…and we give each other that because no matter what events occur, we look and we find each other back in the bubble in no time at all. I love it!! (He’s at work today in London, so i’m having a productive day at home. Book launch organising kills me. lol)

On a more creepy note!! Last night, i decided to tend to one of my impulsive, stupid late night ‘i’ve run out of mentols’ walks!! I did one the other evening also..in the rain, like a twat and out of anger. But last night, i tended to one, after a bit of a burger and OH MY GOD…girls, i will never EVER do that again.

Right..i’m used to people stopping me, when i’m on my own. I get boys pulling over trying to talk to me, or strutting up to me and trying to make converstion, be it in reallife or be it in cyberland.. it can be anywhere…but always when i’m on my own. I’m sooo used to it, especially from living in Hollywood…that i’m IMMUNE to it. Like it takes a lot for a guy to get my attention or make me feel scared.

Last night…(and i live in a village where all shops but one, closes at 10pm,) i went for that walk. After 10pm and to the only shop that was open. In the dark, in the rain…and with NO PHONE on me. It’s not that far away, but certainly a walk and all the way there it was pretty much fine. I sauntered up, in my own head really, dripped in raindrops and love..oh and in a beige faux fur.

The beginning of the way back, was dark, rainy but fine. The odd car, the odd person, but i didn’t even really noticed much of anything. Half way home, a white pick up truck, with orange flashing lights, drives past me (i think NOTHING OF IT.) It beeps at me. It drives past and i’m not bothered, concerned or even looking. I’m used to it. Within the next 3 minutes, what i know now to be the same white pick up truck, drives past me again and pulls into a road that i’m about to cross by. I see him, stopping, pausing and looking, but as i approach that part of my walk, he’s driven onward…so again i think nothing. I GET TO that particular road only to find that he’s done a U-Turn and is waiting there, doing nothing…and very kindly asking me if i need a lift home. ‘Are you okay? Do you need a lift? Where are you going?’

I briefly looked at him and with a ‘no, i’m fine thank you…i only live up here,’ i sort of made out that i lived 4 doors away and carried on walking. I still think nothing of it all. But no matter how kind, i’m not stupid enough to get into someone’s car. He drives off.

A minute later, i’m still walking home, he’s turned around, passes me again in the white truck, now going int he other direction…and watching me. I obviously didn’t live 4 doors away. It was more like 54 doors away. He does nothing and drives past and I’m now finding it a bit uneasy. He now knows, i have a walk.

I’m picking up my footing, but keeping calm, i’m passing people and i’m so grateful for people being around me. Old men who had just come back from choir practice, people in cars, people at bus stops, i’d never felt so happy to have life around me and because i didn’t have that far to go anymore. All i kept thinking about was Keiran and maybe because i didn’t have my phone to call him and didn’t feel fully safe. BUT, at this time i’m still fine…UNTIL HE AGAIN waits until everyone has walked by me and then curb crawls up, hangs out of his window and then creepily says ‘You’re beautiful, you look like a girl that’s looking for trouble.’

I look at him, like i’m not at all terrified. (I was sooo fucking terrified and i don’t even know why, because i never am…i’m used to it. But he creeped me out.) Anyway, i just look at him…i’m still walking…he’s curb crawling and i say, ‘No thanks. I don’t know any girl that’s ever looking for trouble.’ He turns off into a side street. i walk no now properly shitting myeslf, to the point where i’m now noticing it’s dark. I’m now noticing, it’s raining. I’m now noticing that i’m alone, that i have no phone on me at all and that i’m scared. But trying to hide it. Ahead of me is a pub and i’m that uneasy that i take a minute to head toward it…just to feel a bit safer and be around people…even though i knew i had a walk.

What d’ya know! As i’m by the pub, about to make like i’m going to walk to it. He’s there on the road again and pulling into the parking area of the pub…like he KNEW what i would do. UGH!!! I go into the pub doorway…and ofcourse, they’re closing, not letting anymore people in and fluttering people out.

I’m forced to walk out with everyone…all of them were smoking and walking home. I felt safer, but sods law…they ALL…walk in the opposite direction to me. FUCK! I see the man and the truck there. He’s smoking. I’m HAVING to walk by in his full view because i’m now desperate to get home to Keiran. I walk by…he shouts at me from his truck, asking for a light and beckoning me over. I look at him and tell him that i don’t have one, quite cockily, so i didn’t look scared. But i keep walking.

It’s a very short walk from that point to my home. BUT OH MY GOD, it felt like the longest walk EVER. i’m actually beginning to panic. I hate that i had no phone on me and the walk just seemed to never end. I was literally preparing myself mentally for what might happen here. It was awful and he curb crawl followed me all the way home.

I FINALLY got to my street, as he was muttering things at me, that i couldn’t really hear. I’ve told him i’m going home to see my husband. As soon as i turn right and walk into my estate…he speeds off into the distance and i RUN into my house, lock up, turn out the lights and into bed with Keiran. OMG! In that moment, i never felt so grateful for having him and so safe. It’s just a awful feeling to have to go through.

I’m in bed, i’m cuddling him and telling him everything and he comforted me, but with a mild anger for the man who decided to make his night about creeping me out. Nothing terrible happened…and i’m soo grateful for that. But it could’ve. I’ve learnt my lesson and will never put myself in a position like that again.

 Girls, no matter how brave you are…DO NOT GO OUT ON YOUR OWN AT NIGHT on walks EVER and NEVER EVER BE ANYWHERE WITHOUT YOUR FRICKING PHONE. I needed to make a safety call and couldn’t due to an impulsive move. Impulsiveness is NOT GOOD EVER. Not just in this situation..but in any. Do not put yourselves in positions, where you could regret your moves. be it with danger, love or life. I have a little girl and i thought if that ever happened to her, i’d die! How stupid, was I!!!! I mean, i’m never one to promote living in fear at all. I’m a go getter, a risk taker. BUT, when you have people who you love and who love you back so deeply…it’s never worth the risk. They say ‘people are only afraid to die, when they actually have something to lose in life,’ and i certainly certainly do.

Be safe. Be loved, make correct decisions and marry a man that will protect you. (If i had called Keiran and just for a safety call…he would’ve launched out of our bedsheets, half naked with his golf clubs and clobbered him..and sometimes that’s what you need.)

On the whole, i’m happy and grateful for what i have and thankful for life and for not making anymore stupid decisions! Have a glorious day!

I love you.

*Back to book launch organising.

GOD!! Why can’t any do their fricking JOB! It’s sooo annoying. I’m havin one of those merry days of vent, due to be being terribly exhausted with companies and well people not being able to make an important return phonecall, process financial information properly, mail things out on time, deliver ‘paid for’ material, get account details correctly, do as they promised they would, excell in their place of work or just function in an appropriate manner, making MY LIFE much much easier, meaning that Wunna Land time is NOT wasted on chasing good folk (who haven’t managed to appropriately function in their area of expertise) around in order to cream over a ‘hiccup’ and create a solution. ANNOYING! (I’m currently all stressed out due to an actual lovely man named ‘Tarik’ popping over to my patio door, after i saw him wondering around my garden, by a shed and having a mildy heated conversation about how i’m not Mr. Sly, how i have no clue who Mr. Sly is…AND why my bank details were not appropriately noted…in order to make an account run smoothly.)

Apparently if you sleep on the left hand side of the bed (and i do) you’ve meant to be cheery and well today, i am certainly NOT.

My body is all an achey, i’m stressed, i’m tired, i have a bruise on my face that the lovely Estee Lauder Gods have managed to conceal and well i feel as though i’m taking this bizarre ‘bumpy-bruisey’ rocky path of ‘gerrump,’ along the arrows of pretty life, (fun) when all i want is a happy and somewhat delicious cozy satin glide. Yeah, i’m aware it’s just a phase, but everytime i feel like i should, or i am over the moon with ‘yeehaaa’…the Good Lord, looks down on me and with a ‘not so fast little one’ fucks with me, for a bit of a laugh and a bit of a tickle. UGH!

I think i need a bit of cherishing and to feel adored once more, calm and delighted. I want to be treated, meeted and fairly wiggled with glee. My heads all a fuzz and i’d give anything to have it all cleared out and oozed.

I have plenty to be happy about, yet the niggly things that get to you, are always the most annoying.

I have every faith that i will shortly get back to normal. Yet probably not without wine and a whole lot of grooming. I mean i don’t even feel ‘yummy’ anymore. I feel all haggered plain, unattractive and down. I guess i need to find a way to shake off my case of ‘da blues.’

I’m taking the time today to unwind. I am soooo massively annoyed. UGH!!!!!!

 (Half and hour later)

Okay..i’m a bit more cheery now and probably because i ‘blogged’ it out. I forgot to tell you (and don’t worry, this part is quite fairytale) i had a perfect little moment last night. After a bit of spicy chicken and garlic bread, my lovely ‘Handsome Keiran’ and I had a romantic ‘slow dance’ under the chandelier, in the middle of the living room, out of love yesterday evening. I remember looking in the mirror at him and thinking we were perfect.I guess it’s those moments that make everything fairytale. I love it….then we went back to watching vampires. )