But a second hand emotion…

‘You’re know you’re only doing a ONCE A MONTH meet up! That’s ONLY TWELVE choices for the year…’

‘Oh…’

‘So, I suggest you quit saying yes to everyone…and take a look through all your messages and pick wisely. It’s like you’ve signed yourself up to 12 a fricking DAY!’

Thank you for all your messages, inboxes and comments. I’m reading them ALL and I can’t even actually believe how many of you responded. I’ve said yes to a lot of you, so I will find time for you. Lol. Yet, I agree, because as I’m busying up, picking 12 of you gradually, to ‘do life’ with, is probably a bit wiser.

I WILL SAY that the majority of you sent me lovely messages, that I actually felt inspired by, as I sipped on an evening Prosecco in my pink polka dot pyjamas, watching you all ‘Like/Like/Comment/Comment.’ There have been some really great finds, so I can’t wait to meet you…soon.

But OH MY GOD, let me kindly add that these aren’t WIN SEX WITH ME ‘meet ups.’ Lol. I’ve had boys send me, some of the oddest messages, offering me booze, a ‘boning’ and/or they’re bodies.

It’s about crossing life paths, the experience of it all and the art of written word story telling… in great shoes, with great hair and at a great venue.. 🙂

So something on the lines of this…

‘Babe, I should win because I just really need to get laid. Where you at?’

Isn’t going to score you a ‘Wunna Meet Me’ day? Lol. But I thought you’d get that?  I should be sending you guys ‘boobie’ prizes..and not the good kind. *Slaps in boxes* is what you require.

In fact, if I’m really honest, in the most stuck up manner (and I AM NEVER STUCK UP, OR TOO PROUD FOR ANYTHING,) I looked at my chick friend, as she lip glossed and selfied and with a slow motion hair toss, I ACTUALLY said,

‘Who does he think he is!’ Lol.

I haven’t said that phrase, out loud….in YEARS! I don’t even know why I felt so offended???  It’s not like I haven’t heard or seen worse?? (AND BOY HAVE I HEARD IT.)

So yes, I’m a sensual being by nature…and I get it…I get that…I mean GOD I helped design an ENTIRE sex toy range for Ann Summers and spent a merry chunk of my existence as a Glamour Model. I get it!  YET, there are ways to say things, so choose your words wisely. Lol. Being a gentleman, or taking the humorous approach into Wunna land, will never serve you wrong.  I enjoy bluntness, yet if it isn’t wrapped in charm, wit, cleverness or just good manners…you’re fucked. (And I don’t mean the good kind. 🙂 )

I’ve had the busiest day EVER and I know you’re sick of hearing it, because i’m SICK of saying it. But it’s true and i’m lucky to be busy. Yet, you know when you just need more hours …Those hours were needed…and are still nowhere to be found.

The great thing about it all is that I managed to laugh, smile and order wine at the end of it… with *can can* kicks. I’m a positive soul…When it gets like that you just have to have fun, work hard, go with it and hope for the goddamn best..with laughter! It’s amazing how contagious laughter and a great energy can be. That is ALSO how I pick my partners.

Right now, it all just feels like the beginning of something exciting (you all know that feeling and sometimes we forget to feel it) and it FEELS so good because i’ve accidentally and slowly been building a baby sized Wunna Empire AND I’ve managed to drink rum cocktails  all the way through it. 🙂 Hurrah!

I’ve just been through a jolly load of ‘ups & downs‘ in both work, my love life and jeeze, even in my life in general and you’ve followed it. To this day…I have no clue why??? Some day, that I’ve done it glamourously? Some say that I apparently reach out to such a diverse range of people, that there are pieces to me that everyone, no matter what age, life, gender or path they are, live or walk can relate to? Some say I’m ambitious? Some say I’m an ego maniac? Some say ‘i’m off the telly?’ Been naked? Talented? Just pretty? Expressive? Smart? Dumb? A writer? A business woman? A model? A mum? An attention whore? All sorts. I’m just one of these beings that managed to featured in The Times AND the Boobpedia on the same day. Lol. I don’t get it either? But all that matters is that it’s working and it’s working because of you. So I thank you every day, for reading this.

(Why am I currently having a flashback of my ex hubby Keiran forcing me to prize off my engagement ring because I had chosen to go do a shoot? I remember that day clearly and again, I have no clue why I do? We’re both good friends now we’re separated. Yet that day, now I think back, I remember him being so annoyed in the kitchen and he reluctantly drove me to my shoot in Leeds, that was for an appearance, for my book launch…He THREW my pink leopard print suitcase out the car, after he had cried to a Katy Perry song, I was feeling all heart broken and confused but being silent about it and then after picking my suitcase up from the side of the street, walking around a corner and being greeted by Jamie the organizer, with a smile on my face like nothing had happened, I walked in, got changed, went through a brief prep and shot this picture…

That’s why I always use this photo. It reminds me of a time where in which I could’ve chosen to be weak, but I chose to be strong. Makes me feel empowered. After that shot, I sauntered off to the side and privately reached for my phone…of course. Girls are girls. I tried to call him, as I had no messages and he deliberately didn’t answer to make me feel uncomfortable. I was in the loo, but had to quickly leave a message because of the girls had come in and I didn’t want her to know what was going on.)

The GREAT thing about that moment of my life, was that IN that toilet, IN that empty club, through the day, in Leeds, at MY book launch shoot, I vowed to NEVER EVER be like him (well how he was then) with ANYONE and to never TRY to get in the way of someones dream/career.

Why have I just remembered that? Weird?

Definitely need a wine now. Lol

I’ve just received an email from a clothing brand who’d like to meet  with me and I also have a whatsapp message…

London Business Man: ‘You totally HAVE forgotten me…’

 

Wunna Meet Me? Here’s How You Can!

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YOU HAVE WUNNA MAIL!

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Now listen!

I was sat at ‘Deli Central’ in Wakefield having a chilled airy breakfast (I ordered the skinny scrambled eggs, on brown toast with the smoked salmon,) with a close friend who’s going through some kind of breakup. I say ‘some kind’ because I was only half listening AND because i’m not really that much of a decent friend to her really. 🙂 I’d just got off a business Skype call and there I was *plunged* into this breakfast/brunch world of ‘moaning about her boyfriend.’  The reason why i’m sounding so unsympathetic is simply because I’m on the ‘Be Positive’ team, she didn’t really NEED me, she just needed someone to ‘moan at’ and I just so happened to be around, with my excellent timing! Lol.

Girls should never cry at brunches over smoked salmon. It’s awkward and off putting Lol.. I didn’t really know what to say, other than ‘you kinda brought it on yourself,’  as I placed down my black coffee. 🙂 I was distracted by my phone messages…I’ve got a lot on…I didn’t have time to absorb the moaning.

Yet it was then that I noticed this…

‘Good morning 📯 ‘ (This guy has sent me that message every day for about 7 months. I’ve never once replied.)

‘Love your blog did vote does help me out at times picks me up makes me smile you got it going keep it up xx’

‘This year has been one of the hardest of my life watching my father die but reading and seeing what you have been up to has been a huge highlight for me love your blog gotta have that award written all over it did vote bye the way you’ve done loads for me thanks xx if you ever come to Cornwall be devastated if you didn’t want a tour guide.’

‘How are you? How do I get to meet you?’

‘I know your not up to talking to strangers I just wanna say tried so many times before seriously think your funny and you look great just wish you would reply I’m not trying it on your way out off my league and I’m happy as I am just trying to give you some credit xx’

‘Wunna Date? Meet me! I’m single!’

‘Going round Doncaster with a lot of my friends for my birthday on 11th of February if your out x’

‘Did you have a good time I saw you in the Mallard in Doncaster yesterday x’
‘You look lovely, would love to hang out some time when you’re free?’

So, these are just a few randomly picked messages that I’ve directly ‘copied and pasted’ as examples for quickness…I’ve literally hundreds and hundreds of messages that I hardly ever get to get through, unless I’m looking for a message specifically…

And it made me think…(whilst my friend was on phase three of her moan festival… I had kinda blurred her out by this point, so her mouth was moving, but no sound was coming out…:) )

This blog wouldn’t be as popular as it has become, well let’s say as it’s ‘becoming’ because in my mind I still have a long way to go…IF IT WASN’T FOR YOU.

I’m just a girl, typing out my life, my story..and almost every single day…

You’re reading, you’re listening, you’re appearing in it…you’re following it, you’re working alongside it or you’re working with it…

But the number one thing that everyone asks me for, after going through thousands of messages is simply to meet me?

I meet Me, every day. 🙂 So obviously to me, It doesn’t seem like such a big thing? But be you a person, a brand, a singleton or a company…Everyone asks to meet me…?

I believe that in order to be a success, you have to GIVE before you TAKE and that can be related to any area of your life. I’m a naturally generous person..on all levels. SO why am I not responding to the people who are sending me ‘cyber love’ everyday? My excuse is because ‘I’m busy.’ But you’re the people who are making this blog…WORTH IT, so that’s wrong.

Now, i’ve always said that chrissiewunna.com is like a written word reality show, where any human, anywhere, can be part of it, simply by crossing life paths with me…I’ve always said you just have to meet me and if you have somehow interested me, you’ll wake up the next morning and find yourself written about on this blog.

YET, I’m not giving you the fullest opportunities to meet me am I? Even when you’re asking because I’m so busy doing my own life and so busy working with brands, that I’m forgetting to nurture YOU, make YOU feel special.

And yes, you’ve got to give me the ‘i’m busy’ card, but It’s important for me to find time to be there for YOU..as like I said, I couldn’t be more grateful for you following my life….

EVERYONE’S EXISTENCE MATTERS…i WANT TO SHOW YOU HOW IMPORTANT YOUR IS!

TODAY IT CHANGES!

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Listen up!

EVERY MONTH I AM GOING TO BE GIVING ONE OF YOU A PERSONAL OPPORTUNITY TO HANG OUT WITH ME…

IT WILL BE BLOGGED…

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And your ‘meet up’ can be for ANY REASON or NO REASON?

Do you want to go on a girls shopping trip with me? Do you want to go on a date? Karaoke with me? Shoot with me? Do you have a blog and would like me to come and take a look over it? Do you want to tattoo me? Are you a company and you’d like me to come work a day in the life of..? Are you a personal brand and would like a bit of promo? Do you want to go to dinner, lunch or cocktails? Got a wedding you want me to go to? A hen/stag do to organize? Are you throwing a party or event? Do you just want me to meet YOUR family, YOUR friends? Or do you just want to invite me over a cuppa tea, as you do your version of life? Have i missed your email asking me to come dine at your restaurant?

Literally ANYTHING GOES….

THERE WILL ALSO BE ‘WUNNA WILD CARDS!!!’

I get up to a great deal of things, as I’m just a girl who knows how to embrace life and love  every moment of it! I have places, events and all sorts that I am attending this year…I mean gosh, I have the UK Blog Awards….I have a cocktail tour…I have gifts of experience that I need people to come along to and i’m happy to have YOU as my Plus 1!

So every so often a ‘Wunna Wild Card’ will be thrown into the mix, as part of this ‘Game of life path crossings.’

You Wunna Meet me? Now you can!

 

Just email: chrissie@chrissiewunna.com

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Contact me via ANY FORM OF SOCIAL MEDIA.

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DO BOTH! 

Take your life by the reins and then leave the *magic* to me. I’m throwing YOU the reins to WUNNA LAND…I’ll have a Prosecco, as YOU TAKE CONTROL. (What am I even getting myself into?? Lol.)

 

Little Life Bits & Toupee’s

‘Y’know those fancy french toupee’s that people wear? We should all wear them…’ said ‘Double B’ to ‘Firmonell’ and the little Burmese Glamour Puss, in her designer hair, top knot. *Vogue.*

‘Chrissie! Did you hear her? She thinks a FASCINATOR is a fucking TOUPEE!!! Hahaha!’

‘A toupee is a little hair rug that a bald man wears you idiot! That’s going in the blog. We should wear bald man, head rugs always. Lol’

Anyway! I’ve had a busy time. Mentally, physically and emotionally..it’s been busy. I’ve been running in heels and clock watching all at the same time. I’m making sure i’m getting everything done, getting everywhere I need to be and doing it in good time and with grace.

I was stopped in the street the other day by a friend, of a friend, of a friend, who reads the blog. They gently pulled me to one side to tell me that they ‘loved reading it’ and that even though I seemed so wild and fun, there was this absolute sense of grace about me. And I liked that. It made me feel all lady like in a moment of ‘I am Queen.’ Lol. Then I got stopped in Greggs 🙂 whilst kitty fingering through 20p’s by another chick named ‘Katie’, who I’ve known. She’s always been ballsy and brash and really really great to me. She stopped me  with a ‘Chrissie‘ and then told me that I was ‘showing people how it was done.‘ Again! Made me feel awesome. And it’s those moments that fill you up with these buzzes of excitement..

My life isn’t at ALL easy, but it’s written out and I kinda use it as therapy, because once it’s littered out onto this screen, I’m free and it has ‘CTRL.. ALT …DELETED’ out of my system. I’m an emotionally healthy soul. I’m not being dragged off into dark dungeons for comfort and I’ve always said, that along with massages, good times and cocktails, it keeps me positive, which helps me remain in the light. People need an ’empty.’ 😉 (I’ll let you take that however you wish. Brains or balls. Same difference!)

I’m working…A LOT….yes. In fact, I’m promoting a LOT right now and behind the scenes, you won’t necessarily as of yet, know of all the things swirling in Wunna land, because everything takes a glittery bit of prep. Then with a ‘wiggle and a wink’ and a dash of that good old Wunna charm, it is windled out appropriately…and sort of like it wasn’t jigsawed together like clockwork. (We’re not meant to tell you those bits. But it’s not like the savvy ones of you, don’t actually know that. 😉 Audiences aren’t stupid and it makes me laugh when people assume that they are.)

In my mind and looking forward, the new stars, are the ‘social’ stars, because that is what the future is about. So, as time goes on…you will find that more and more of those little Social Media champions (and I do include myself in that lol,) will begin to float into the mainstream, the limelight. Of course, I’ve experienced ‘limelight’ due to my ‘back in the day’ telly stint, yet I will tell you honestly, that to this day and especially now, it is my blog and my’ social engagements’ that bring in the bacon.

I guess, I always put it like this….You know how people always used to mutter on about how ‘today’s news is tomorrows chip paper.’ In Cyberland….the news stays…FOREVER. All anything takes is a Google Search. And I love that! In fact, someone told me that they Google Searched me, the other day and didn’t realize how ‘naked’ I had been. Lol. No matter what you do, what you have done, or what you will do…If you are sugar stamping your stiletto into Cyberland, it will stick.

Away from all that…It seems that all my chick friends are doing ‘love’ and madly. Everyone’s falling in love, buying new homes, waiting for proposals and reloving new chapters, with hubbies getting promotions. I’ve just been working…a lot…. as Cupid is not my mate. We don’t get on. He keeps trying to shoot arrows at me that i’m dodging with Ninja Matrix Moves. I’m happy. I don’t need to get arrow shot up right now, to be paired with some dickhead.

I know exactly what I’m looking for and when i find that, i’ll feel it. He’ll feel it too. We’ll know. I’m quite the romantic, so I wish for those ‘some enchanted eveningmoments ‘where you will see a stranger’… I say it all the time. However, I know things aren’t as simple as that. because the last time I saw a stranger across a crowded room, where our eyes ‘caught’ each other, was years ago in LA. (I have dated since then obviously, but that moment was certainly one where everything seemed to *pause.* So much…that I remember it clearly.  His last name was ‘March.’ If you know me well, you will know that I have his last name tattooed on my right inner arm. Lol. ) That ended up shitty. Really shitty, because we were too young and too insecure to be ‘real’ with one another.

Now that i’m older and all fabulous,  I look back at that time and don’t necessarily *cringe* at myself, but I more smile because the way I am now, I’d ace that moment, that time, that whole thing. Lol. Thank GOD that feels like a 100 years ago. Cupid and I aren’t friends. I’ve said it. The next time I date….the guy will be a ‘life enhancer.’

But yes, we have Valentines coming up in the next month. WHERE THE FUCK DID JANUARY GO!!! It has literally slipped through my fingers. Due to ‘being busy’ months seem to FLY, don’t they???

January was a shit month for many of you, I know.. so I hope that you’ve all cheered up, got your ‘game face’ back on, or at least…got paid. Lol. It’ll make February worth while.

I’ve got a lot of work to do today and I’m not able to start it until later this evening. I’m having a ‘Treat The Wunna Babies’ Saturday because they deserve it. I’ve had a hard last couple of days and my release was a morning Princess mini weep. Hurrah! Saturday morning, ‘can’t help it’ cries. (I’m honestly just hormonal. So i don’t need inbox love. Lol.)

Something happened that I wasn’t ready for, not anything MAJOR. If it was major, I wouldn’t have cried, I would’ve just got on with it and handled it. I’m good like that. It’s the little things that make me Princess weep, during ‘almost period’ time. It’s HILARIOUS. If I wasn’t hormonal i would’ve laughed it off. It’s just because I felt I had let someone down.

But yes, I had to messenger my Mum to tell her what had happened…and she’s currently Flying back home from Burma. She might be in Dubai right now actually? But she saved the day, by showing me the positives and by presenting me with that good old ‘no nonsense’ Mummy love. She’s a great woman. I don’t even know how she puts up with me? But she did, like I would..between flights. I’m quite like my Mother. She is a woman who built an empire after arriving in England, as a late 20 year old with only £17 in her pocket. Her soul is good, which is why she won the Hero Award. She’s one of the best Doctors in the nation, in the area that she specializes in. That’s something…

Then to make it better…Ruby and Junior had secretly spotted me having a cry lol..and I NEVER CRY INFRONT OF THEM. To be fair, it’s not even deliberate…I just never need to cry because my life is pretty good right now? But they placed a little ring, which had a pink plastic heart on it and after shoving it in a little box, they brought it into my room..

Junior: ‘Mum don’t cry.’

Ruby: ‘We’ve got you a gift!’ 

Aww! Lol. I opened it and BEAMED and then cried more because they were so lovely. HAHAHAHA! OH MY WORD! I need a slap. I need a fucking wine.

Ruby: ‘It’s a heart because we love you so much.’

Junior: ‘Yeah…

Me: ‘Babies get changed. Let’s get out of here and have some fun…’

 

Told you.

WE ARE THE HAPPIEST LITTLE DOTS in this entire universe.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love Swirls, Boots, Trumps & Business

‘OMG! Chrissie! Look at these boots! Just look at these boots. Wait! Let me try one on and show you. It’s such a good boot. LOOK! (Holds it up to face and strokes it lovingly, like it is kitten blessed with divinity.) These are the kinda boots that you’d wear to The Carleton on a Friday night with skinny jeans! AND I GOT THE BAG, because you can’t do boots, without a matching bag! (Pulls it out) LOOK!!’ 

I smiled. It made me happy. I love girls, embracing BEING a girl and to watch this chick friend of mine, swirl with happiness in a girly boot frenzy, after having such rubbish luck with men in the past, with three years (apparent) no sex 🙂 , yet just recently bumping into a NEW guy, who has taken her fancy and let’s say made her *beam* more than usual…It’s kinda lovely. AND it’s funny because by nature, I don’t think she would put herself across as one to get caught up in a girly ‘love swirl.’ There’s a sense of bravado about her. Yet, I have watched her talk about this new guy in general and when she does, she smiles, almost giddily…and that’s how I know, she’s catching the love bug. She’s happy. I can tell. And I love it.

Be it boys! Or be it Boots. I know new love when I see it. It must be exciting for her. I want to be caught up in a ‘love swirl.’ I swirl so well in heels! 🙂

So yes, Louboutin/La Boy Ton. Same difference. They both make a girl smile. *Wiggle/Wink.*

Anyway, what can I tell ya!

I have so much to organize, do and get diddled. Things are busy, yet enjoyable. Even when I’m tottering to my car to get to the next part of my day, i’m having to email across some proposal, or reply to some text, or Snapchat my moment or…well you get the picture.

Last night, as I dashed out of the office, I was on a video call with a girl named Vikki, from the office to my car, over cobbles, as the day was turning to night, trying to discuss how I would appropriately slot into an event. I love events. I do them well. Yet this one would be very ME, but very different to what I’d normally access. So i’m genuinely excited. I’m chatting away and strutting through alley ways, in heels, in the cold, with a smile on my face… and ofcourse in the heat of the moment…MY PHONE DIES. FFS!

I couldn’t even charge it until an hour later, which annoyed me more than anything. Yet what can I say, I sent apology emails and well I can’t really get narked off with myself, when things that are out of my control, in any moment.. occur. So I had a wine and enjoyed the rest of the night with Ruby and Junior.

Oh! This morning when Keiran came to pick Junior up at 7.30am to look after him, whilst I dashed off to get some work done…He knocked on the door and once it swung open handed me over a can on De..Icer with a smirk.

That was his way of saying,

‘Don’t ever call me unhelpful on your blog again.’ :)

Then we got on with life….separately.

I’m really lucky right now because I feel as though I have so much opportunity. I’m doing really well and i’m working, alongside some great brands and great people, like I always say. However, i’m most happy not just because i’m enjoying and feel so lucky, yet because i’m HANDLING IT NOW, i’m ‘bossing’ this shit down with twinkly lights, cheeky winks and victory air punches. I’m getting this. I’ve got this. I’m pretty, pretty organised. I just feel balanced and when you do, you don’t really miss a beat, do you? Your fluidity becomes sexy and ‘together.’ You’re in control and in the driving seat. Instead of being the passenger…. screaming…as the car goes around that track, too fast for you.

Everthing’s great and I have a lot of exciting things happening. New things great things. A book out at the end of the year and more than anything, i’m looking forward to the UK Blog Awards, that I’m a finalist in, after a giant public vote. AS IF THIS LITTLE BLOG ended up ranked in the top 8 ‘most voted for’ in it’s category and AGAIN, AS IF PEREZ HILTON (who i’m following a lot recently because I enjoy his Donald Trump rants  on Twitter) keeps liking the fact that my blog is doing so well. I adore him, because for me, he put the art of blogging on the map. He made it a ‘glory’ and not just a creative talent. AND we both think Trump is a tool, which creates a pretty decent bond of  cyber ‘high fiving.’ Having grown up in LA and having spent a decent decade all over America, I will tell you, that I couldn’t think of a more worse being to run the USA. Glitzy political rant over. I’m sure i’ll get over it.

My favourite human Steven Bartlett put his Vlog up, which made my world complete.  I awaited the arrival of this new vlog like my life depended on it. I must’ve checked to see if it was up, 1000 times, between phone calls, meetings, emails, work stints, lunch breaks…all sorts. Lol. I don’t think i’ve been so hooked on a being’s life EVER. (Well, a beings life that wasn’t MY OWN or my childrens… EVER.)  But, being lucky little me, I actually saunter to Social Chain at the end of February to have a good old ‘P’ for *peeky,* so no doubt that will be awesome. I genuinely can’t wait.

I’m a busy little ‘bossing it’ right now and it feels amazing. If I could tell you all that was going on, I would. I just can’t remember it now that I’m on the spot. But there’s lots and i’m feeling on top of the world. I’m getting there anyway! 🙂 I’m beaming. Right now, I feel so good that nothing could go wrong, that I couldn’t fix. I’m certainly maybe in the mood for the excitement of ‘love,’ as after watching the boot ‘love swirl’ today, and seeing a happy glint in a sassy girl’s eye, it made me radiate a warmth and it’s that warmth that I makes any girl more attractive. It’s when we feel most like a woman and at our most powerful and when we do, we make great partners.

I’ve always said that when girls feel weak they make rubbish partners. Or they date incorrect people for all the wrong reasons, in order to pull a warmth that they see from that human onto themselves. I’m not that girl. I’m a busy girl, i’m an ambitious girl, but i’m a fun girl and I’m loving piece of chica. I hope to find the love of my life by accident. But i’m only going to be able to ‘jigsaw piece’ with a guy who is similar to the above traits that I seem to wave the flag for or a guy who has the same sort of career/future as I, otherwise they’d just never understand or get what Wunna Lands about. Or even see it’s potential..which would be the worst thing ever.

Yet, I can’t find love when it’s cold. I can’t do anything when it’s cold. It’s fucking freezing and being of an exotic nature, I’m not finding this COLD AS ICE weather a blast! It makes everything rubbish, cocktails not as fun and gives me ‘breasticles.’ I think the freezing cold just goes against my natural grain of ‘ooh laa.’ My Mum, Dad and Brother are currently sunning it up In Burma. (I’m Burmese in case you didn’t know, so that would make sense.) They get back on Saturday and I can’t wait. I think i might throw myself at my mothers feet and kiss them in admiration. NEVER LEAVE AGAIN. Childcare and busy work schedules has been INSANE. Lol

I need a wine. *Pours a red.*

I will however say that I want you to take a look at my Quick Fire interview that I did for MMB Magazine, which is all about working Mums in business. If i’m anything, i’m that. And yes, it’s great fun waking up on the odd morning and seeing a pap picture in The Sun or the Daily Mail, yet it’s important to me to inspire, when it comes to matters that are close to m heart.

It’s never easy having dreams, being busy and trying to manage and be a great single mum of two, with not much help…

So i’m jumped at the interview with love in hope to inspire other Mum’s in the same situation.

Never let anyone tell you, you can’t have it all. You can if you try. Have your dream job, be a great mum. You can make it work, if you want it bad enough. Set great examples for your children…

Here’s the link to my interview…

Enjoy…

Interview With Chrissie Wunna

Have a great Thursday.

It’s felt like such a long week hasn’t it!!!

In the next blog I’ll be telling you how you can be part of this blog, via my cocktail tour and come spent the day with me. 🙂

I know!!!

 

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Love Squeaks, Glamourous Charity Bags & Life

If you ever make a girl *squeak* you have made her happy.

Now, when I say *squeak,* I don’t mean a *squeak* for no real reason. Nor do I mean, a *squeak* out of shock, surprise or when someone squeezes your love handles without your consent. I don’t even mean it muckily…not that mouse noises are really a speciality in the bedroom for most.

When I say *squeak* I mean the moment where in which an adoring guy, tells an adoring girl something and it makes her SO happy, that it fills her entire soul with love and excitement, SO much to the point that in a split second, her world becomes a swirl, her emotions swizzle all the way up her body, and an uncontrollable, yet innocent euphoric moment of ‘happy dance’ occurs and *squeak*…There you have it….she beams.

I looked to my left today and watched ‘Firmonnell’ *squeak* and it kinda made me smile, as watching people during those moments makes the moment ‘live.’ It’s contagious. She was on the phone to ‘Big D’and he totally made her *squeak.* So gents, you know, if you ever make a girl happy, it’s that moment where her heart skips a beat, her hands delicately fist up and crunch against her mouth, her eyes smile because they can’t help it and she *squeaks* with simple excitement. I told you…it made me smile. (Even though I annoyed her all the way through the phone call.)

‘What’s he saying? What is it? Tell me NOW! No honestly..what??’

It made me notice that I haven’t *squeaked* over a boy in ages. Work, excitement and achievements have made me *squeak,* MORE than *squeak,*  yet it’d be nice to have some other chick, look to her left, whilst i’m on the phone to someone who adores me…and have her notice my *squeak* with smiles. 🙂

I’ve had a really busy day, but a great day! Again! I couldn’t be a happier being right now. I’m beaming and you can see it in my strut and my smile. Everything is slotting into place, as i’ve got it now, I have my balance and system SORTED.

Work is fabulous. Home life with the babies is a wonder. I’m emotional this week and definitely must be getting my period soon. (I think all my chick friends are. We must all be on the same cycle, as I noticed today that we were ALL on a very unglamourous HUNT for substance, in what we call the ‘FILTH DRAWER.’ The ‘Filth Drawer’ contains forbidden chick goodies, like sugary delights, sweets, chocolate, carbs, biscuits…you name it. It’s good dirty filth. It never ends, until the drawer is depleted of goodies. You couldn’t get us OUT of that fucking drawer today. 🙂 It was like it was filled with 100 dollar bills, diamonds and marriage proposals in it. Lol.)

But my day has just been getting better and better! I mean to say it started of shit at 7am, whilst Keiran (Junior’s Dad) came to pick the littlest up and decided to moan at me because ‘I’m a woman’ and I don’t know how to appropriately De Ice a car. *I roll my eyes.*

I shouted at him because he was lingering and I was in a rush. I had places I needed to be and school runs before that.

‘What? I’m just trying to be helpful??? I’m sorry you’ve taken it that way.’

‘I don’t think just being stood there, doing nothing and simply being critical is the art of being helpful.’ (Add Wunna scowl here.)

Surely being helpful involves helping? Lol. Don’t stand there and moan at someone because you know a better route to success, yet without you being bothered to help.

I De Iced my car MY WAY. I got in it. I dashed off with a pout, a hair toss and  with my glammy first born in tow. SO THERE. 🙂

Yet, from that point on….my day turned wonderful. 🙂 Yes, again..it was BUSY. Yes, again…felt a little nagged by naggers. (I don’t like naggy folk, they give me a rash. I’m focused, yet laid back and find naggy types ungraceful.

Chill. Listen. Get it sorted. Boss it out. Then smile. Peace

However, anyway, I ended up leaving the office today with a giant white plastic bag with Leukemia Care printed on it in red,

‘I don’t know why I gave you a Leukemia bag, as I don’t know anyone with Leukemia,’ said ‘Double B.’ Lol

(She was super tanned today and rocked the top knot once more. She got confused by South Africans and still doesn’t know how to spell ‘poach.’ However today she gifted me with an ENTIRE STACK LOAD OF Ah i just don’t want them House of CB dresses to wear..

‘Well they’re better for you to wear and get papped in, then me to wear in Wakey. If you don’t like them just bin’em.

What?? Now, you always have to becareful with ‘Double B’ as her warped sense of judgment can get the better of her. (‘Firmonnel, Fairytale Blond, Hot Sarah’ and I were all super skeptical over a cup of tea that she was potentially going to make, earlier on in the day)

But once I got home and had a peek in my Leukemia bag…What I literally FOUND was the MOST AMAZING House of CB dress choices, IN THE WORLD EVER. And i’m not even joking.

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It was literally every single dress choice that I would’ve picked. Sequins, and lace, dark green, pink and boobie sexiness. In fact, I already own one of them…so now I have two. *COULDN’T BE HAPPIER.* As if she was going to take them to the tip. As if she just gave them to me, to give them a glitzier life. Lol. As if they came in a leukemia bag, like they were ill. Haha.

‘There’s £100 dresses in there that I haven’t worn…you can have them… I’m having a clear out..’

WHAT?

Utterly the sweetest chica ever…Under layers of orange tan. (Thank you 🙂  I loves you mucho! (I honetsly have the greatest chick friends! They buy we flowers, cakes with my own face on, booze, bake me cottage pies, gift with me leukemia bags filled with House of CB dresses! Your ‘300 days of the year’ friends are  shit in comparison to mine. Lol.)

Then to top it all off, when I first arrived home, I had a postman card wedged through my letter box,

‘Parcel left with neighbour at 17.’

So, I leave Ruby inside at door step, to beable to peek at me, yet mainly to make sure she’s safe and warm and then I totter off to number 17, which was only 2 doors away (I make it sound like i’m off on an adventure) in my *clippety cloppety* heels and giant grey and black faux fur. I ‘Catwalked’ it there.

I ring the door bell, wait and a tiny, little, grey haired granny, with the warmest smile and green pinny on looks up at me, with my parcel in her hand. Awwww!

I thank her ever so graciously, she makes sure I know that it was ‘no problem at all Chrissie,’ and I saunter back with the funnest baby pink and black, package known to mankind? It was filled with ‘Girl Power’ quotes saying things like ‘Girl Gang’ and ‘Boys are shit.’… LOL…and well…

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Surely I’m not so lucky to get TWO surprise girly parcels in ONE DAY! AND ON A TUESDAY! Nothing fun ever happens on a Tuesday!!

But yes…My little Missy Empire treats arrived on my door step today! Can’t wait to show you want Wunnaland ordered! 🙂 I think they deserve a weekend debut!

Inbetween the ‘Double B’ gift bag of House of CB and the Missy Empire door step knocks was a moment…and it was a moment where in which Ruby and I simply sat across a table from one another in a restaurant having a casual dinner…Nothing big, nothing fancy…but just special. The one on one time that I have with both bambinos matters to them massively. Ruby was filled with glee and I just watched her..I wondered with warmth what she would be like as a 20 year old, what she would become, who would she date, what job would she had. It was the first time I really looked at her and saw just how grown she was becoming.

She saw me glaring at her and cheekily said,

You know…I think you’re the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world.’ 🙂 

‘That’s strange, because I KNOW YOU’RE the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world.’ 🙂 

‘I love you Mum.’ 

‘I love you Baby.’

‘Mum…we’re all living different worlds, but doing it in one big world.’

As if that came out of my five year old! I was so proud! How amazing! It made me quietly and internally *squeak.* 🙂

Then we ate sweet potato fries and giggled the night away.

Now if you were to slowly zoom up and away from us, until we were only tiny little *dots,* on this BIG GIANT Earth ball, surrounded by zillions of other tiny little dots…ALL doing life…Living ‘Our world’ in one ‘big world.’

Tonight you’d see that  we were the HAPPIEST TINY DOTS in the ENTIRE Glittery Universe.

Y’know, right now, I feel like the luckiest person alive 🙂 and it’s not even down to me, it’s simply down to the people that I’m accidentally surrounded by. It’s funny how  your surroundings can completely change your *beam.* If you do anything after reading this blog, make sure you try to make someone *squeak.*

Love you,

Chrissie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Busy Times, Cottages Pies & Chocolate Trains

Busy day! I’ll tell you that there was a moment where in which everything was a bustle, every phone was ringing, every email was swooshed into cyberland and the madness of ‘catch up’ was upon me and well everyone around me.

You see the thing about doing this bit of ‘glitz’ is that it’s worth nothing apart from a bit of ‘ooh look at me’ unless you are smashing that ‘bread and butter’ bell with giant mallets with a smile.

Today was about that…the bread and the butter…and even though the nitty gritty work is busy and quite difficult right now, it’s great because i’m thankful for it. It’s the ‘behind the scenes’ that makes the ‘show’ work. So yes, not everything is a *pout & a pose* in Wunna land there is hard work going down.

But I will firstly say and with mild laughter…THANK YOU EVER SO MUCH for the gzillion messages that I recieved from you all in regards to my weepy Mummy melt down. Lol. Honestly, it was just a moment and then it flew by. That’s why having ex husbands is great because you can always vent out at them. 🙂 It wasn’t so bad. I just needed a rant. I didn’t cry a stream of rivers, or as ‘Double B’ would say,

‘Cry into a cup and drink my own tears.’ Lol

Keiran came around yesterday and with a smile made sure I was fine and everything went back to normal with laughter. Well he kinda said,

‘I’ve made sacrifices too,’ 

..which i’m going to take as boy talk for ‘I’m sorry, you had a melt down.’ Lol.

Co parenting is never easy…but after a prosecco and good friends it really is wonderful. The Wunna land ‘pity party’ train has left the station.

If it makes you feel better, when I cried on my drive to the coffee shop, a chirpy in appropriate for my mood ‘Little Mix’ song was playing in the background, sort of demeaning my utter pain really. Lol. I didn’t tell you that bit because I wanted you to feel how I was feeling. But i’ll tell you now, as I’m weeing myself at the tantrum.

However, I will say, clever, clever to the boys who thought ‘ah she’s feeling weak’ and messaged straight in with a ‘I’ll be your shoulder to cry on’ approach.

Even though it didn’t work. I found it great, because at least you used your initiative and charm to attempt to get what you wanted. Lol. Yipppeee! I find that sexy.

All’s well because i’m been around my chick friends today. ‘Double B’ rocked a Vogue Top Knot at 9am and if anything made me smile it was that. 🙂 I relooked over the messages that ‘Fairytale Blond’ had sent me in regards to her visit to ‘Spooky Sue,’ (she’s our local physic Lol.) After hearing the results, I want to go see her. But only because she delivered ‘Fairytale Blond’ great news. My reading i’m sure will be filled with confusion. It will make me drink until she tells me what I want to hear. Hahaha.

Then I remembered (and this was all in the mist of the busiest day ever) that I had really wonderful chick friends that I spent 300 days with a year. I mean, you know you’re both Northern and have people who look out for you, when on their DAY OFF, they spend the morning HOME COOKING A COTTAGE PIE, portioning it into lunch boxes and THEN bring it into work for you to devour at your desk with a fork. NO ONE IS BETTER THAN THAT HUMAN. (I love you Mel.) I didn’t even bother waiting to be graceful, I snapped that shit open and stuffed it in my face faster than Speedy Gonzales on cheese wonder pills. That’s what good friends and good people do. They make you cottage pie.

Fuck the diet. I’ll start it in 2019. 🙂

Like I said, everything was so busy that I can’t even begin to tell you where the day went. Yes, it was stressful, but i got through it and when you smash things the best way you can, you don’t feel as bad when you get home, do you?

I had to dash away from work early to go grab my first born (Ruby) from school. I was kinda running late to say that I set off early and even though she’s a regular in her ‘after school’ click, she seemed as happy as can be.

SO HAPPY, that she decided to not rush off and instead show me everything that she and her classmates had made. (They get homework. Lots of it. I never have time to really sit down and do it all with her as much as I should do.)

Anyway, they have these weekly projects where you’re child can score points and you have to pick things to make and present once a week, like ‘Make a pair of binoculars/Kiddie Transport/An Adventure Land/ Write a diary for a week.’ Things like that. Its been running for a while and all Ruby and I have managed to come up with is ‘make a pair of binoculars’ which we did at the last minute on a Sunday night.

YOU SHOULD SEE WHAT SOME OF THE OTHER MUMS HAVE DONE.

Vicky (who is the Mama of one of Ruby’s favourite classmates) ended up dashing in late to the ‘after school’ club pick up, like moi and even HER face in passing was astonished at the work of ‘the others.’

Let’s put it this way, Ruby made TIN FOIL/TOILET ROLL binoculars. Her class mates had made giant half a wall rabbit burrow adventure lands that you could SELL in craft stores. Lol. ONE EVEN MADE AN ENTIRE REAL LIFE LOOKING TRAIN OUT OF FUCKING CHOCOLATE. And to round that chocolate train up (and it wasn’t a kiddie train, it was a full on detailed adult train) IT CAME WITH A POWER POINT PRESENTATION WITH PICTURES!! BY A FIVE YEAR OLD!

Ruby has NOT LUCKED OUT in the Mum department when it comes to homework. But hey, I was in the Daily Mail the other day for drinking? Does that score her points? Lol.

Ooh? I have another Whatsapp message…

London Business Man: ‘You really HAVE forgotten me..’

 

 

 

 

 

Weekends, Tears & Life Choices

I’ve had the entire weekend off to just be ‘Me,’ do nothing and enjoy being Mum. I’ve worked so hard and over so many hours over the past month, that just taking a full weekend off where you’re just you and you’re not in a dash to get to your next train, or over thinking your next marketing plan, or running off to meet with the next human, who you’d like to work with, makes all the difference. I don’t need to do it all the time. I just need to do it now. 🙂 Keeps you sane doesn’t it. Plus, it gives me that *pinch* of reality, as sometimes when you’re working so hard, everything becomes a *dash* and you begin to feel like a commodity (which is something you’re actually trying to create for business) and less like an actual human….(which is something that you truly are.) In fact, this also goes hand in hand with love…Often my inbox (mainly my Facebook Inbox and Website email account) will get jammed up with hundreds of messages from guys either being lovely or being dirty, or just being…mainly trying to trick me into chatting to them 🙂 …and in those moments it does make me feel like a commodity and not an actual human being. I mean GOD, if you actually truly liked a girl and wanted her to be yours and you had one shot to make an impression via an inbox message, would to really begin your introduction with…a penis. Even if you simply wanted to *bone* her…the approach you use is vital. A dick pic will never ever work, unless it has been requested! Hahaha! I never request, so don’t get excited! Honestly, all we’ll do is show all our chick friends and laugh at it. (I don’t even have time to do laughing at it! Well I did once, last Summer with ‘Double B’ on a bench in Pontefract. Hahaha. I can’t remember who’s willy it was? Prince someone?) Plus, you’re also a tool if you try to do the charming whoosh of banter, or loveliness, yet with the intention of only wanting to *poke the pie* so to speak. I’m Chrissie Wunna, I don’t fall for that at all. I’ve been there, heard it all, learnt the hard way and charmed my way back all over again. Just be you. The more real you are, consistent you are and the more reliable you are…the more we will *heart* you. To me…thoughtfulness is sexy. (Oh and I guy with an impressively working brain will win over an ‘i’m in the shower’ shot. Don’t get me wrong, I love eye candy…Yet I can’t build an empire with ‘six pack.’ And if you don’t know how to ‘woo’ me, it’ll make me think you either  don’t want me bad enough or you’re brain hasn’t been able to creatively figure out an approach. Lol) Shit! I’m harsh! No wonder i’m single. But it’s true! Hahaha. Be in love or work…There’s a lot of things we palm off with an ‘I don’t have time for…’ Yet in real life if we really really wanted to do it…we’d make time for it. ALWAYS. When we do, in regards to work, we move further up the ladder. When we do, when it comes to romance, we know that the other party is interested, as they will have made time for you.

I’ve chilled all weekend with Ruby and Junior and it’s been wonderful. We’ve laughed, we’ve lunched, we’ve shopped and just seeing their faces beam as made me complete. Junior’s clung onto me with smiles, like i’m his entire world and Ruby has been HILARIOUS. Honestly, she’s the most sarcastic, fun loving five year old ever. I found her stood at the top of the booze isle at our local supermarket on Friday at 7pm, when the isle was FILLED with tired working mums, who were all grabbing wine. Whenever they walked past her, doing that ‘oh it’s kid, I better smile’ thing, Ruby sweetly smiled back and then shouted ‘YOU’RE A DRUNK’ at EACH MOTHER! Hahahahaha! I shouldn’t laugh. But honestly, it was the most hilarious thing ever. Even the Hot Dads that were stood about, were weeing themselves as she scorned each woman that went past with wine. SHE even found it funny. This is why I shouldn’t be left to raise babies by myself. I had to retrieve her and demand that she ‘Abort Mission’ by rushing up (it was a fake rush, just to look like i didn’t know it was happening, 🙂 and say this, whilst taking her hand…

‘Sorry about that. She’s mine. You can obviously probably tell. But know that I’m a functioning alcoholic, so don’t feel bad about the wine..’

Ruby smirked and started shouting,

‘CHRISSIE WUNNA, GET OFF ME.!’ EVIL!

Anyhow, although things have been quite family…I’ve still caught up on bits of work and emailed a bunch of people back. I’m in a busy time of promo and sorting out my cocktail tour. There’s a lot of exciting stuff going on with that…so I’ll be able to tell you all about it, as I go along. especially up to the Valentines run up!

I dropped the babies off with their Dad’s today, as every Sunday they have a ‘Daddy Lunch’ day. Like i’ve always said, even though there have been babies and breakups, Pete, Keiran and I are really close and get along really well and simply to make sure that ‘The Wunna babies’ are raised with love. We co..parent like Superstars and my parents (who are currently away) all chip in, whole heartedly to raise them like pros!

Dropped Ruby off. She was happy as can be. Pete, lovely as can be. He’d washed some of her clothes to give me and filled with love and giggles, he said ‘Bye’ to Junior and they both jogged off into the distant. This last week has been tough with childcare, as will the upcoming week, because we have my Mother missing. The system works, yet if you pull a being out of it…it all goes potty!

However, Keiran and I went through the opposite today. I called him to do the baby drop off, he didn’t realize that he had Junior today, because i had a very busy last week and the schedule had been turned upside down at very short notice. He’s been realy reliable and there for me. Yet Keiran needs order,  IN ORDER to function. I am so used to changes that I can function with a wink and a finger point and it can be in ANY direction. But he’s running a company and trying to fit in his ‘social’ bits and for the first time in a long time, because of me, he had to actually make SACRIFICES. Not something he’s used to…as My Mum and I will always have it in the bag.

But yes, a phone bicker occurred, because he got a little cocky for no reason, when all I needed was help. I’m someone that NEVER asks for help unless I really need it and also someone that has sacrificed all sorts for everyone…anyone. I get that trait from my Mother.

Yet, he made me feel as though I was WRONG for ‘doing me’ because he wanted to do HIM. He made me feel, without him knowing, almost GUILTY for trying to hustle, when he had things that HE WANTED to do and because of my busy LAST WEEK (know that it has only been ONE WEEK that has affected him) he almost threw a strop.  It upset me, so I simply said,

‘That’s fine, I’ll take Junior with me..’ *Hung up.*

He must’ve got that I was narked off, as the next call was Keiran and he demanded that I brought him over…yet kindly, like he was sorry. (Junior was now kicking off, because he now didn’t want to go and just wanted a chill day with me.)

I dropped Junior off and today being 3, he just didn’t want to go. He cried all the way there and just looked at me with tear dripped eyes asking me for a Mummy day. As a Mum and as a basic human, no matter how much of a ‘Boss/Diva/Hard Worker’ or whatever else you label yourself, in that moment every inch of my entire soul filled with tears…I didn’t cry, as Keiran lifted Junior out the car and Junior glared at me, crying, telling him to make sure I pick him up soon…I sort of had to ‘shut off’ emotionally and not let the moment get me.

I got into my car quickly, I shut the door and I drove off…I just needed to drive…I just needed…

Well..I’ll be honest, the radio had turned into just background noise, as my heart took over and my mind stopped focusing…and as I just drove…my eyes filled up and I cried…I cried all the way… and I don’t if I cried because of Junior’s little face and it made me feel guilty or if I cried because I had felt that Keiran had stressed out over having to sacrifice himself FOR JUST ONE WEEK and tried to make me feel bad for trying to get ahead in work, like I haven’t ever sacrificed!

Are you kidding me! I sacrificed my WHOLE ENTIRE CAREER, because I had no choice, when he left. He sacrificed nothing, not even a party schedule, let a lone a work schedule at that time. I had a 2 year old and a newborn baby at the time, I was at a showbizzy *peak* and I had to let it all go…because I couldn’t manage it all by myself and i was fine with it, because I had to ‘man up’ and deal with it. Even to this day, i’m thankful for it, as it made me strong and it made my blog REAL, which is what made it popular. I told you when I was happy. I told you when I was sad. I told you everything.

I waited for years, working odd little jobs here and there…until Ruby and Junior got older and this year they’re BOTH finally in school and now with the correct approach, good whole heartedly help and determination…I can do this….and I won’t let anyone make me feel bad for trying. I’m doing well….

Regardless, we’re okay again now, we’ve spoken again…we have these little co parenting *blips* and once we’ve shouted it out, we’re fine. After i’ve finished my next meeting, I’m going to pick Junior up, just because I promised him that I would. So we’re all good. I’m happy.

I noticed that when I was in the car and no one was there, I cried, but didn’t really ‘let it all out.’ I stopped myself? Why? No one was there? That’s wrong.

Just now, whilst typing this, I began to fill up (as I didn’t manage to let out my BIG weep lol) and I stopped myself because..well i’m in the middle of a busy Starbucks and everyone would SEE me. That…I get! But when i’m alone, I should be able to cry it out. What is wrong with me?

Anyway, I’m off…I have a meeting and a quick interview to tend to…

Maybe I like to be busy, so I don’t have to *pause* and feel as much, because by nature i’m quite sensitive. I’m warm. I’m thoughtful. Yet, because i’m sassy, people don’t think that I would be?

But like I said…I’ve got my next meeting to get to… 🙂

Speak soon…

Chrissie

I just need a Prosecco and a period i’m sure. Lol

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blackpool, Celeb Makeup Masterclasses & Life

Literally living the most amazing chapter right now, that is sprinkled in hard work, sponged with laughter, dashed with great friendships and glitter snowballed into good times. The energy in Wunna land is currently so positive it’s *beaming.* I’m feeling on top of the world. And yes, i’ve been busy and there have been moments where in which i’ve thrown myself a tiny ‘pity party’ in order to vent out my due shatteredness. And yes, i’m doing ‘baby step’ well and I’ve had to make certain sacrifices for it. However, as long as you’re always loyal to your own kitty beliefs, be it in love, work or play…they you’re always doing well. It’s your life. Live it and do it the exact way you want to. Know that there are consequences to everything action you make when it comes to the art of ‘making impact,’ or ‘living’ and as long as you can either *shrug* them off in Versace or handle them with a *wink,* then Dolly you are dandy. Go for it!

So, what have I been up to?

I still haven’t fallen in love or managed to go on a date. I’ve had ‘London Business Man’ message me, yet I haven’t had time to reply. I will go catch up drinks with him, as his soul is good. But like i said, ambition has got the better of me and work has zoomed into the ‘Priority lane.’ I’ve had a guy that I was talking to before, months and months ago now, who is the hot PE teacher from Malta (also had a moment where he shimmied on the telly, I used to chatter about him before briefly, yet ‘Eton Mess’ got the better of me and well the PE teacher didn’t like me that much anyway then.) He send me a message last night. Again, i haven’t had time to reply. I’ve noticed that the better I do in work and the more attention i gain, more boys who are dipped in ambition come tapping at my inbox. However, the better I do…the less needy for love I become. Lol. Catch twenty two and absolute GIRL POWER is occurring. Like I said my dream man will find me and just like that…he will. We’ll meet. We’ll feel something. Then with a *click of the gel nailed fingers* well decide to do ‘team.’ For me..that’s how it works. I am turned on by action, and anything that is a long drawn out process in love bores me. Yet i’m traditional by manner, so i’d expect him to make the initial move. I mean, how hard can it be to just say,

‘Hey, d’ya wanna grab a drink?’

I’m a functioning alcoholic. I’ll drink with you any time. 🙂

So away from that! I’ve been spinning plates. My parents are away doing Burma for my Mums birthday. I’m on constant daily work mode, yet at the same time travelling around for appearances, events and blogs…I’m also, at the same time organising Ruby and Junior to make sure i’m still doing the school runs and that they’re feeling emotionally adored. And they are! My life isn’t easy. But i love it. I’m the chick that gets things done and right now my hard work is paying off. Once i’m sitting in a ‘pretty kitty’ position where I can breathe, chill by my pool, with my morning mimosa and slow motion *hair toss* on cue, as Wunna land works for me and realise that ‘I’ve come a long way’ then I’ll have a bit of a rest. 🙂

In entertainment, marketing or the business of ‘show,’ people work HARD. So do not underestimate how HARD the industry is. Yet the positive ones with plans, are the ones who cultivate those great relationships and stability. Yet it’s also important to keep your eye on the prize. Even though i’ll go out and maybe get *papped*(which, i’m not gonna lie HELPS to gain attention)…I know where my work is and that’s here on this blog… I don’t let the brief moment of *pap…pap* get the better of me. I’m here to tell the story of my life…and in this chapter…showbiz seems to be part of it. Lucky really, as it came out of nowhere. (After I had planned it. 🙂 )

The other day, felt like the busiest day of my life. I almost lost my swiggedy…which is my word for ‘swag.’ I did the nursery and school runs. I then had a Viking Fm blast and promoted a bit of Gino D’Acampos new restaurant chain, I then rushed over to go hang out with ‘Take Me Out’ Nick Knight, who I know anyway, infact I’ve him known for years. We chattered at his home about EVERYTHING and after we judged people, talked about his weird fascination of saucy ginger chicks, we laughed out loud and I watched him almost do a sick after smelling a fresh cat poo. Then after work chatter…he did the washing up and I left to venture off to Blackpool, via Manchester.

(During this middle time, I did an audition also. But that’s a secret.)

I was already running late and trying to get ready. I was dashing about madly in heels, squeezing into leather skirts, spraying hair and trying to do up pinstripe shirts over boobies. (Pinstripe shirts are my favourite thing to wear.) Swearing and no wine happened at this point and i think that if i had wine…i wouldn’t have been so fucked off. Lol. I’m a glamour puss, I HATE TO RUSH. I like to do everything gracefully and ON TIME. I don’t like being late to anything, it winds me up. But rushing around without a plan, devastates me.

I Snapchatted all the stress, if you haven’t added me, you should, as I seem to *snap* stuff more than anything right now, but yes I swore a lot, but got on that train…ON TIME! 🙂 With an Echo falls train wine. 🙂 I was also forced to do a wee in a grubby train loo and nothing makes me weep more, simply because I stand by the fact that toilets ANYWHERE in ANY ENVIRONMENT even Zoo’s should be kept sparkling. Train loos are yucky and whilst you’re sat down on then with your thong down by your ankles, you’re terribly unstable and sort of unsteadily wibbling along…Grubby train loo’s are Hell on Earth.

I finally got to Leeds, then to Blackpool via Manchester and in that time I was still rushing about as I seemed to have so much to organise. It’s literally non stop. My inbox was filling up with meeting opportunities, brands that wanted to collaborate an dick pics. Then i realised that I hadn’t turned my notifications off…and I don’t like to incase someone I might fancy 🙂 or want to meet for work sends me a message. Lol. I had over 40,000 new, unread messages to my inbox, that i hadn’t managed get through so far. That was my train journey.

So, the reason why I was headed to Blackpool was because I had been invited to attend the Celeb Makeup Masterclass with Sean Maloney at House of Halteres. I was headed there to meet Liam Halewood, who I’ve spoken about before…he had a stint on the Xfactor.Xtra Factor as Tranny Minogue and I was also meeting the gorgeous Celeb Blogger Ryan Mira and Lisa…as in Appleton, who we know has the press all over her right now.

Now, i know Lisa and God she’s great fun. We’re both great fun and when we get together we almost have to attempt to ‘rein in’ being idiots, for a bit of the ‘look at me.’ It’s not easy. But what an I say, it’s hard for fun girls to be gracious at times, as we’re loosely moralled about most things and too cheeky to be too serious. Fun girl. I hope she gets everything she wants.

I will say that when she walked around the corner, of an Italian restaurant where she had been doing pasta with Ryan, to meet Liam and I in the car (and note Aaron the ‘Pap’ Photographer was already there waiting, I had already been *papped,*) that was the first time i looked at her and said out loud to Liam,

‘GOD! SHE LOOKS LIKE A STAR!’ And she did. That night, there was a *GLOW* about her, like she’d taken the next step up the ladder and she’s going through a lot right now that most wouldn’t know about. Fun girl, great laugh, so soft, yet ambitious. However again, do not underestimate how hard she has to work. All anyone sees is a picture of her taking out the bins in her undies in The Sun and straight away the comments fly with judgement. YET, if you were to actually know her, you would adore her. I think she’s great anyway, however from a work, showbizzy side, I get it and I understand how it all, which means i understand her and really that’s all it takes. I’m actually pretty impressed at how far she’s come. When we had a chat later over Prosecco, she looked at me and said,

‘I know why Paris would like you. You’re very tell it how it is. You’re very fun.’

Meaning…there’s a mutual respect going down.

So, we get to House of Halteres and we’re a bit late, which we all hate, none of us like lateness. Britain’s Got Talent had been going on all night in Blackpool and we’re getting *papped/papped/papped* outside by Aaron the celebrity photographer. We’re playing up to it, we’re loving it and we’re eager to get inside and see what makeup tips Sean Maloney has to teach us, as BOY do I need makeup tips. The busier i’m getting the less time i’m having to primp. IT KILLS MY SOUL! Lol.

Fabulous night filled with champagne flutes, canapes, good bags and celebs. At first we were in a back room because we were being noisy and well…we were really hungry. I hadn’t managed to git in eating all day. So we thought that we’d let the people who were taking the masterclass, do it undisturbed at first, as lets face it, we’re distracting and I’m a fidget bum.

In a back room we all Tweeted, Snapchatted, videoed each other and caught up on the gossip. Ryan and I are by nature naughty, so we’ll just do whatever we want…and did, hence why our Snapchat videos were on point. I kept chanting

‘Ryyyyaaan, ohohoh…..RYAAAAaaaaaAAAN!’ (Whilst slut dropping)

And he kept singing,

‘W’w’ You Wunna.. Wunna…W’w..You Wunna Wunna?’ (Whilst slut dropping.)

Then we all slagged people we didn’t like off, ate some crisps, Liam took selfies, Ryan and I played and wink, Lisa had work messages to tend to on her phone and then we all went in to be part of the Celeb Makeup Masterclass.

AMAZING. SEAN IS AMAZING. I need to have him with me constantly! I don’t know how he does what he does, but he could make look like a gem with a few quick brush flicks. HE IS GODLY!

I was actually explaining to Lisa that Paris has a makeup artist by her side constantly called Fredrick. He’s little, Asian and amazing. He literally covers up any tiny imperfections as she simply does…existing. Lol. I took Fredrick out to GAY once in London, during free time on a massive glamour puss, piss up. He needed it, he works hard.

THAT WAS THE BEST NIGHT EVER!

But yes, House of Halteres was filled with bright glamourous makeup studio lights, top brands, good bags, life and crowns. A girl was there who won a Miss Teen competition and everyone (as in from our bunch) kept grabbing her crown of her and posing in it. The poor little Miss Teen was so stressed out, because if this crown actually broke, she’d be in MASSIVE TROUBLE. (Couldn’t even get it off Ryan and Lisa’s heads. Lol)

I didn’t try it on. I don’t need a crown to tell me i’m a QUEEN. 🙂

Now, my evening was fabulous but short lived, as I had been working all day, at the Celeb Makeup Masterclass all night, I had travelled, I had taken mental blog notes, made sure the kids were fine, messaged all my work contacts and pouted and posed for Paparrazzi shots. WHICH IS VITAL, when you are in entertainment and you have something to promote.

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However, i had to get straight back for work in the morning. I had already MISSED the train I needed to be on. So as we left and Lisa, Ryan and Liam headed off to see a fortune teller and as Aaron *papped* them, I was dropped off at the train station to make my journey home. It was hilarious as at one point there was Lisa Appleton, Ryan Mira, Liam Halewood and I all rammed into the a little red corsa. I loved it! Hahahaha.

Then HOLY FUCKING NIGHTMARE

I’m there looking line a glamour puss in Blackpool, as every single train got cancelled and the one i eventually got on, broke down.

I FINALLY ENDED UP at Manchester Piccadilly Station about 2 hours later..from BLACKPOOL.. which isn’t very far at all…ON MY OWN, at midnight, with a bunch of angry people and a bunch of ‘getting arrested people’ as I waited for my next train, which was at ONE O CLOCK IN THE MORNING. I know!  So whilst you were all tucked up in bed. I was stood, in glamour bits, at Manchester Piccadilly FREEZING my lashes off. 🙂 *Cue Pity Party.*

When the train drama died down, as everyone was cross that they hadn’t managed to get on a train home and had to ‘bus’ it. The train station was quiet, empty, almost like a shell and there was just me. I had an hour to kill and lonely Platform 14. Everything had closed. There were literally just security guys and cleaners were around me, making sure i was okay every 3 minutes. The place was deserted and it’s in that time, when you’re on your own that you think.

I’ve been working really hard and i’ve not necessarily  been keeping it balanced. I’ve had a lot of fun. Yet it’s still work. To get to where i want to be, I have to thunder forward. But i don’t like boring train stations at 1am in the morning that are empty. It makes you feel empty. I kept looking at tall Manchester apartment buildings and wondering what the people who still had their lights on were doing? Everything went from so busy to DEAD. It was bitter sweet.

My train came, I got back to Leeds at 2am. A good friend of mine ‘Christian’ (as i’m ace at cultivating relationships) came to pick me up at 2am from Leeds train station to make sure that I got home safely and so i didn’t have to take a dodgy taxi. I couldn’t thank him enough. It really did take off a lot of pressure. It was the kindest thing ever. I appreciated it massively. I mean who would do that for someone? Well..I would.

I got home at 2.19am…Fell asleep at 3am.

Got up for work the next morning at 7am.

HOWEVER, I AM STILL THE HAPPIEST CHICK ALIVE.

Watch this space! Here I come.

Next morning,

We were in the…

 

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Busy Times, Balance, Good News & Stress

Busy day, so busy that it sort of border lined on the edge of stressy. I stayed positive through it all because let’s face it, I don’t have it bad and nor do I ever partake in letting stress get the better of my kitten self. However, on the whole, I just believe that things should be dealt with positively, as stressy manners are ungraceful. It can turn ‘pretties’ into animals with a quick dash. When it comes to love or life, taking educated baby steps seems to always work and keep you out of trouble. So, to those of you who are fumbling through mayhem, be it physical, mental, emotional or financial…work smart and not hard, that is the key to all success. Yet makes sure that everything you are giving is of value…then of course have a rummy cocktail and share the positive glow with others. I mean, fuck it form a joyous conga line and you know how much I hate conga lines. They always seem so awkward at the end, when the fun is drizzling out and people don’t know if the ‘conga’ part of the line is still going or has come to an ‘everyones gone to the bar instead’ end? Plus when your eyes follow down the line, you will notice that everyone isn’t really having fun. They’re sort of just ‘going through the motions’ and pretending that good times are occurring. Honestly, watch one closely, it’s only the one at the front of the line that is actually have an ‘arms up and everything’ blast.

A lot has happened today, people suffered from ‘Blue Monday,’ other’s bought rose gold candle holders, some thought that chicken and bacon toasties lessened in calories if they were microwaved and my other chick friend, who is of an extreme girly nature, was FORCED TO DRIVE a giant yellow ROOFING VAN to work, after reading a note that said,

‘I’ve gone to work without you, but left you the van.’ 

All i heard as she burst through the door was..

‘Chrissie! It’s digusting! I’m driving a giant yellow van and it’s filled with bits of food, cigarette buds and all kinds of crap. I’M HAVING TO DRIVE THAT AROUND.’

I pissed myself laughing simply because it’s not every day you get to make like you’re a glammy roofing service.

‘Hey, I wear heels and can fix roofs and shit.’

However, I will tell you that I am a GERMAPHOBE! I would’ve literally DIED if I had to drive in a ‘bits of food everywhere’ van. I’d have to close my eyes and not touch anything, which would be rather awkward when trying to operate a moving vehicle. The van and I would have to contemplate one another’s existence and it’s a simple fact, we just wouldn’t get along.

‘Drive me!’

‘You’re mucky!’

Okay, away from that, I am mentally busy as well as physically busy. I’m going through ‘ups and downs’ that i’m choosing to worry about. Yippee! Lol. I need to chillax a bit instead of stressing my glamourous self out. I’m hoping for the best and expecting nothing. But yes, I need to worry less about the things that I can’t control. Once you’ve batted that glitter ball out of the ball park, you’ve just got to let it fly until someone jumps and *catches* it.

HOWEVER, along with the stress, i’ve blessed with a balance of really great news. I’ve received some wonderful emails today, that have again ‘shimmied me up rung’ that little bit higher. And to be fair, there was more great news, than ‘blue’ news…so on the whole, I’ve done pretty well. I always think it’s important to notice your personal ‘achievements’ (and it’s hard when you’re highly ambitious) because your goals are so far stretched. But if you can’t *pat* YOURSELF on the back once in a while, then your soul is never satisfied and to me… that’s highly unattractive. Be ambitious, but smell the roses.

I have a few things coming up this week. I’m setting up for a Chrissie Wunna ‘Cocktail Tour.’ There’s more about that later and you’ll hear about it, because i’ll force it upon you. 🙂 but basically there are now so many places that are inviting me over to ‘tinker’ that I might as well go on tour. But i’m not stupid, at least it’s a tour where I can get …pissed. 🙂 The good thing about this tour,  is that you will have the opportunity to join me…as days out with moi, are going to be up for grabs.

I have a few interviews with magazines that ‘wave the flag’ for the things that I love and represent. I’m getting booked up and i’m getting booked up fast and for some reason i’m not able to keep up with my social media? It’s hard, as when you’re busy, finding time to constantly post ain’t easy. You’re my audience and my current success has been frisbeed from both the ‘social’ world and all things Cyberland. I owe you everything. I never take ti for granted. So yes, I need to post more socially.

On Wednesday I’m headed to a Celebrity Makeup Masterclass and I’m going to be finding time to hang out with the lovely Lisa Appleton and Liam Halewood, who I did Blackpool with last week, as we comitted time to Mexican cocktail

Lisa’s just got back from Spain, after holidaying with my other buddy Mark Byron. (I’ve just seen the pictures of it all in the Daily Mail today and it just makes me giggle. Lord knows what those two got up to, on Spanish soil as they are literally the funnest people that I have ever encountered. If they see a ‘good time,’ they will go forth and embrace it.)

But yes, I have a lot to tell you however I can’t do it now.

Life has changed fast.

I love you…I’ll chat tomorrow.

(I’ve just recieved a whatsapp message…?’ )

London Business Man: ‘You’ve forgotten about me.’

 

 

 

Sex, Work, Single life & Genitals?

I cannot even tell you how busy i’ve been and i’ve loved it. I’ve loved every single waking moment of it, like the dewy dripped deliciousness of ‘dreams come true.’ I’ve worked really hard at everything and yeah there have been times where in which it’s been tricky and jingle jangled in obstacles. Yet, I must have downed a wine and jousted through them without truly realizing. Y’know ungracefully *hitched* over the brick wall, only to turn back around, *wink* at it and find it transforming into glitter. This is a year of change for me. That year. The year where I *unzip* out of the old and with my head to the skies smiling… i’m ‘ashes rising.’ It’s almost a ‘sexy’ year. On this day LAST year (and I hardly ever back track, I see it as unhealthy) I received a really hideous ‘hate mail’ message that I glorified with the best comeback blog ever. So great, that that blog post, even to this day is STILL my most viewed blog post of all time. It’s a shame that my ‘highest ranking’ was stemmed from ‘hate mail’ and simply by someone who tried to gain a little ‘look at me’ via making others ‘look at ME’ in a more negative manner. I actually gained a lot of support…and well, this time last year, I quite positively thought that I was doing pretty great career wise. However, if I compare it to where I am at this point THIS YEAR…it’s amazing how FAR I’ve actually come. So, even though i hate to back track, I will say that looking back & reflecting, is beneficial when it comes to *pausing* for a second and realizing that you’ve achieved. You forget to notice sometimes and because you’ve been so busy.

And boy have I been busy. I’ve been so busy that I’ve felt like i’mon  a glittery pink treadmill, that’s been turned up to ‘full speed,’ yet i’m in crystal Loubotuins, ‘yessing’ everyone, ‘no..ing’ those who aren’t quite right and i’m running, i’m tottering so fast that i’m racing against time…with a pina colada in my hand and a *wink* that is sprinkled with charm on repeat. I’ve been working through the day, blogging when i can, single mummying ALWAYS and then in then in the evening flying off to any event of my choice that i’ve been invited to. It’s felt like i’m on some kind of crazy cocktail, picture taking Wunna tour. And the weird thing is…i’m not even complaining. I’m shattered. But it’s felt so right that internally i’m smiling. That’s how you know ‘career wise’ that you’re doing something that you love, something that’s right for you, as you’ll always make time for it, because it makes you happy. It doesn’t feel liek work, no matter how shattered you are.

I will now say that I did opt for rescheduling my entire work weekend, simply because I felt as though i needed a ‘moment.’ My body was so exhausted that i just needed to refill (…myself with champagne cocktails :). ) Noooo. I just needed a day off, to enjoy the babies, be a mum, not feel the pressure of an audience and only because when i’m knackered I can’t shimmie to the BEST of my ability. It only takes a day or two…then I can replace myself back in that canon and *shoot* myself out again, but with full force. Everything’s been successfully rescheduled, with more on top, so I couldn’t be happier, as I have some really exciting people and places to venture! I can’t even tell you how excited am I. Right now, it’s so bizarre because there are so many places asking me to visit and a bundle of places that I personally are wanting to visit, so i’ve asked…that if i wanted to, I could set up some 300 day tour. Lol. I can’t BELIEVE HOW FAR THIS LITTLE BLOG HAS COME. And I can’t believe that PEREZ HILTON (who I LOVE and i’m completely inspired by) liked the fact that I’m a FINALIST in this years UK BLOG AWARDS! As if!!! AND he sent me cyber kisses, after I stated that his absence in Celebrity Big Brother is…well…I said ‘shite.’ (I know…I put it so poetically. 🙂 ) About 10 years about, I worked at Crunch Gym, just as the check in and ‘give you a towel’ girl. It was one of the best jobs I ever had. It was so much fun and I met so many different, yet familiar faces every day. It was stimulating. But one of those faces that I checked in almost every day, before he became GIANTLY famous, was Perez Hilton…So it’s really great to be 10 years on and able to look back on development. Why am I being so reflective? I need a rum. This is shit.

However, the great thing about this last week, has been the fact that i’ve been surrounded by the greatest chick friends. How any ‘Glamour Puss’ lives life, without her ‘Girl Soldiers’ (cue: Beyonce) is beyond me? You need them. You really do. And yeah, we’re all pretty different and range from the ages of 21 to sixty something…But without that daily check in, ‘Double B’s’ unexplainable banter and Mel’s daily, ‘but i’ve have melon’ announcement (she’s the slim girl that goes to your local Slimming world weigh in, who you despise for being slim because she can chow down half a pack of Rich Tea biscuits, lose weight and justify the *binge* with a ‘But i’ve just had a bowl of melon’ )….Without the balance of one another…we’d all fall to pieces.

I think the problem with me, is that I’m quite ‘boy bantery,’ even though i’m ever much the girl. I’ve always had a lot of guy friends, that now i’m really embracing having chick friends, because it brings out that inner girl, that you need in order to radiate and be a girl. Maybe that’s where i’ve been going wrong on the dating scene, because I never seem to be able to let a guy be a man, without being their hot bantery chick friend, looking after myself financially or taking control of the situation emotionally. What I mean by that is that i’ll chase to get what I want in love… and that’s lame. I’m lame. And it’s only because in business and in life by nature, i’m used to zooming forward with clout in an attempt to get what I want. I’m proactive. Lol. However, now I FEEL more girly and it’s the delicate girliness in me that seems to be bringing the gents forward…I’m playful and i’m divary…yet like i always say, until you meet me, you don’t realise that I have this soft warmth.

It’s funny because i’ve had some people meet me and say,

‘It’s weird because I thought after all the tit pics that you’d be an absolute  nightmare, but you are so much more sophisticated than I imagined.’

YET at the same time, I’ve had people say,

‘I thought you’d be so ultra high maintenance and up your own arse, yet you are literally so down to earth…’ 

So, i guess i’m both? The key is your initial perception of me.

Yet going back to ‘Girl Soldiers’….you don’t have great chick friends, that you see on a daily, unless you are comfy enough to discuss PENIS. If you could read my blog notes from the week, which are literally just quick bullets on the ‘notes’ section of my iphone, (which reminds me i’m due an upgrade,) you would wee yourself a little with laughter. The fact that i’ve executively typed ‘PUBE NATION’ makes into my phone, makes me DIE with belly laughs.

So, I guess I had started a conversation about sex and how I haven’t had any in ages…months….in fact and that it actually felt great. I’m dating no one, i’m single and i’m so happy and so busy that I’m not even plonking legs at ‘ten to two‘ as they say.. on bed sheets…ANYWHERE after cocktails! 🙂 Like i said, I do intend on finding my ideal partner…I want to fall in love. However, right now, unless they did all the chasing and really wanted to date me, or if i really really *hearted* them…I wouldn’t have time to date at all. I’m shattered.

But anyway, ‘Double B’ decided to tell everyone that she didn’t want to give blow jobs anymore because her ‘Beau’ has a penis that (wait for it) LOOKS LIKE ME! HAHAHA.

‘Honestly, Chrissie! It looks like YOU when you’re in your GIANT PARTY WEAVE. I can’t even look at it!’ 

HAHAHA. If you are unaware as to what my ‘Party Weave’ IS, know that it is the most biggest and most intense piece of head wear, ANY GIRL could endure on a night out. It is the BIGGEST AMOUNT OF HAIR… ON A HAIR PIECE… EVER MADE. That’s what her boyfriend’s willy looks like. I wonder whether it *pouts* too and takes Selfies?

Then, like that wasn’t enough, she then went on to tell me a story about how she knew this guy who hadn’t had sex or wanked off in THREE ENTIRE YEARS. (Odd news, when you’re about to calmly eat a pasty.) Anyway, he got lucky and manged to *bone* (‘Firmonnell’ always tells me off for saying *Bone*) a girl who just so happened to be ‘Double B’s’ friend…

‘Honestly Chrissie, she had just had sex with him, came over to mine and when she took off her top, to get in the bath, IT SMELT LIKE ROTTEN EGGS. His spunk had stayed in him for SO LONG that it had turned ROTTEN. I’ve never smelt anything like it!!!’

Hahahaha! She makes my blog too easy on me.

But does that happen? Spunk doesn’t turn rotten. It doesn’t have a ‘best before end’ date, does it? However, I do think that it’s unhealthy to have it stashed in you, going ‘rotten’ for years on end. Lol. Boys can’t win. They’re mucky if they always *splurge* it out and they’re mucky if they decide to hold it all in. It’s rubbish being a gent. Poor sods!

Men are just weird creatures in general. No wonder, why i haven’t managed to come across my perfect find. This morning I had Twitter banter with Tom Zanetti over a video he had received from a middle aged gentleman, who had taken a moment of his life to plonk a blond wig and make up on and place TWO cut out pictures of TOM on his nipples. HAHAHAAH. He sent Tom the video on twitter…and it was so funny that you couldn’t cry for laughing. We’ve been pissing ourselves about it non stop. I mean, it takes some balls doesn’t it, so i’ll give him a high five for that, as he succeeded in the art of gaining Tom’s attention. Yet it did make me consider burning my own eyes out..and i’ve been, seen and done it all. Lol. But hey ‘potatoe/pottato,’ some people wake up on a Sunday morning and praise the Good Lord Jesus Christ. Others glue Zanetti to their nipples for Twitter videos and hit ‘send.’ Lol. I love it!

I’m always going to be single aren’t I!

Maybe it’s a blessing.

There’s a whole lot of ‘city’ and for once, I’ll tell ya, i’m thankful that there’s not that much sex. 🙂