Good afternoon my delicious winks of wiggle-fest. I’m back in the library..looking odd, as there just something about me that doesn’t look to ‘book wormy’ i guess. I mean, i wrote book (which i’m pushing after the wedding…so that’s on hold, until i can get my act together) and I on occasion like worms…(not ones that you find in dirt holes, but ones that are attached to handsome men)..so in my mind, i qualify, right? I walked in all smiles and light, then within ONE SECOND FLAT, the fricking FIRE ALARM goes off and everyone is forced to evacuate. What is it with me? Not matter where I go, or what i do..there’s always ‘something.’ That’s why i daren’t get married in a church. I’ve always said it would be because i’m sin soaked and would burst into flames. Yet really…i’d be an absolutely fire hazard to all my guests. I’d look at Keiran, doughie eyed with an ‘I do,’ and he’d look at me with a ‘Can you smell burning?’…as we watch our guest burn alive. Not fun. Hence why snazzy 5* hotel is a much better wedding option for a Wunna. I’m still nervous about the whole thing and still mildy upset, as i want the day i become a wife (this time) to be raw, real and fairytale and i just don’t want the moment to be spoiled. But, i’ve had my morning cry and well we all feel a little lighter, when we’ve drained our kitten eyes of tears. I then wrote my vows, whilst watching ‘Real Housewives..’ and cried all over again. Lol. Weddings are emotional times. Luckily, afterward…i had bacon and did an interview with a magazine over the phone. It was mighty glitzy and very ‘Wunna 2007* and it was then when i realized, (and i ofcourse did say, nothing keeps my mouth quiet) that i’d officially graduated into ‘grown-up’ hood and was no longer the sequinned drizzled wreck of a tragic wine stained party girl anymore. I’m still sequinned. I’m still glamourous…that’s embedded in me through heart. Yet i’m the much better grown up version of myself now and boy does it feel wonderful. Especially because i always vowed to grow up ungracefully, only to find that when i did grow up, i went full circle, ended up in the place i began and actually more graceful than i ever imagined, with a delicious bit of daughter, a warm heart, stilettos and a dream man. I always remember my guy friend ‘Ryan’ saying that i’d probably forget to ever have children, that i’d be the last person to ever settle down and that i’d probably wake up in a tassled mini skirt at 60, in too much lippy, slurping a strong martini, as i’m laid out in bed rolling some toy boy, who wants money, out of my sheets and telling him never to call me.
The sun is out. I’m over the moon. I’ve just spent the most marvellous days with the
absolute man of my dreams and i’m looking at life with a wink, knowing
that it’s completely got my back. Infact, now i think about it, ‘life’
has always had my back. I have no idea why, other than the fact that i
obviously flirt with it, for a mild bit of attention…however, i know
that if you choose to love it, live it and give it all you’ve got, it
kinda passes you a cocktail and plays with you. I’m a lucky girl, with a
wonderful life and in July 2012, i finally have everything the way i
Anyway, the last time i checked in, Keiran was working away and ‘The
Wunna’s,’ Baby Ruby and I were tottering over to Lanchashire, to the
wedding of a beautiful friend of mine, (our Dads are best friends, so we
pretty much grew up and played together, along with her sister Gemma, as
kids.) I checked into the most gorgeous hotel, with a wine in my hand
and my little bundle of glitzy Rubes in the other, and entered the most
delicious suite ever…courteousy of my mummy. (Thank you mum.) Keiran
was meant to also be joining us, however his schedule is almost
borderline insanity right now, so on this occasion, he had to sadly miss
All i can say is, WHAT A WEDDING! BEAUTIFUL! I mean, nothing is more
romantic and more calming…infact overwhleming is the correct word,
than watching a wedding, when you’re ABOUT to get married in 5 weeks. Oh
my gosh! The moment Nicola strutted up that isle, with my lovely Uncle
Douglas, (even though Rubes decided to scream with excitement just
before the vows…Ruby was delighted with the hotel, however
unfortunately believed the entire hotel was her NEW HOME! I really am
raising a literal ‘Diva.’ Keiran and i will have to work really hard to
get her a gzillion roomed mansion, with staff, simply to make her do
that *wiggly* dance, that she can’t help but do, when she finds herself
thud landing in luxury.) But yeah, anyway…we’ll get that..our dream
home will be amazing. We’re lucky. However, i filled up with utter
‘awww’..all teary and secretly smiley, as Nicola perfromed her vows. It
was so pure and so loving and well all i could think about in that
moment, other than the fact that it was so beautiful, was walking up the
isle in 5 weeks time, in a dress fit for a Princess, to marry and say my
vows to the most amazing man in this entire world. The nearer the day is
creeping up, the more excited we’re getting. We can’t wait. I swear on
my life, this man is my ultimate perfect and i truely am the luckiest
girl in the world to have him.
Anyway..wedding..wonderful. Ruby…delicious. Certainly a girl who has
the same kitten like loves, that include a bit of luxury. She passed out
on our giant bed, next to me… still in her party dress, with her
sequinned headband glued onto her ‘drunk on milk’ face. All i could do
was kiss her and adore her…until se decided to trash the entire room,
with rockstar antics, via the fine art of pulling a beautiful stream of
‘attached’ to the wall toilet roll all the way around the room, before
IRONING everything in the suite to ‘Rasta Mouse.’
There was a moment in the wedding, when i had found myself stood in the
corner of a cocktail hour, with a wine in my hand, looking around me at
all the wonderful love occuring, where i wholeheartedly MISSED Keiran. I
missed him so much, to the point where, i looked over at my mum, asked
her to watch Ruby for a seconds as i ‘needed to make a phonecall.’ In
that EXACT moment that i scrolled, clicked and called my hubby-to-be, he
picked up the call after almost HALF a ring, with an ‘OMG BABY!! I WAS
LITERALLY JUST THIS SECOND SENDING YOU A TEXT BECAUSE I MISSED YOU SO
MUCH. MY HEART IS COMPLETELY ACHING FOR YOU.’ How romantic!! It’s always
those moments that make everything complete, when Cupid decides to
remind you how connected you are to a being. In the same moment, as i
corner missed him at a cocktail hour. On the otherside of the country,
in a field, he flet the exact same way. We talked and we told me how
much he loved me, and how wonderul our life is going to be with each
other. He sent me a text reading, _’You are my everything and my heart
really does ache for you. We are going to have an amazing life together.
i love you with all of my heart and with every inch of my body.’ _
I am honestly the luckiest girl ALIVE. I am about to marry the most
perfect man that this world could’ve ever delivered to Wunna Land. I
mean, who gets a man, who ends up being their ultimate dream, who texts
her the way he does. All i’m gonna say is, bring on 5 weeks. I can’t
wait to be his wife!!! WOOHOO!
Okay, so Keiran’s now back to ‘working away.’ (He left this morning, all
glum and with the flu.) He returned for a a couple days and although
exhausted, ejoyed his time with me lovingly and whole heartedly. Sex was
great. Love was great and i’m really glad that he’s growing everyday
into this amazing man. He’s making strong decisions, doing them
fearlessy and making the RIGHT decisions. He’s taking the wedding really
seriously and he’s started to ‘glow’ with an innocent excitment, that is
not only contagious but utterly romantic. I’m extremely turned on by him
right now. However, there really is no rest for the wicked…yesterday
we ended up having to travel up to Manchester for an audition. I can’t
tell you anything about it, but i will tell you it was at the Radisson,
on Peters Street, for ITV and well i have never ever been more impressed
and found Keiran more sexy than i do now. I’ve always loved Keiran
unconditionally..and he loves that about me…along with my feist. And
i’ve always FANCIED Keiran, with every little wink of my tiny little
wiggle. But yesterday, he totally upped his game and if i fancied him
anymore i’d literally EXPLODE. What a sexy man! Again…lucky. We did
well.. but like i said, with these things, you just never ever know…We
have done soooo much in the 11 months that we’ve known each other, it’s
almost unbelievable. We’ve loved, got engaged, learnt life, done
interviews, filmed, shot for magazines, auditioned, journied, catwalked
and become a family. We’re really blessed for a little west yorkshire
couple…and well something tells me, we’re gonna do well…and my gut
instinct is uncannily fabulous. (Ofcourse ) He has always said, that
he has learnt more in the last 11 months about life, love and the world,
than he has in his entire lifetime, from being with me. We’re living a
fairytale and it really is never ever going to end. I LOVE IT.
We’re keeping ourselves, to oursleves and not letting anyone interfere.
(Can you believe that one of the randoms in his bunch of friends,
literally forwarded all the messages she and i had text each other to
him, like a crazy lunatic of a stalk-fest. Get over it. He’s not going
to save your sorry arse. Especially not over mine darling.
*Wiggle-wink.* It’s weird that she would think he would?) When Keiran
and i are in our bubble, we are unbreakable. What no-one else sees is
how busy our actual real life is. (He’s exhausted, but still the most
loving man ever with me.) We’re both go-getters, so when some people are
sat down catching up on their favourite soaps, we’re having to hold
hands, brace the world, schedule, film, interview, audition and get
those fine earned pences a flowing, via gifted opportunity and hope. I
mean, we have the most intense moments of ‘deep hearted’ talk (we did
last night, when talking business) and that time is embraced by giggly
‘cuddly love.’ However, i did totter into the living room last night,
with my doughie eyes and a puzzled face, after finding myself fixing up
baby bottles, loading in a bunch of tumble drying, making him a lasagne
and slamming a wine, with a ‘what else can i do for you baby?’ And with
a question mark above my head, under the chandelier, i asked him, ‘Am i
a housewife????’ I’ve gone from model extra-ordinaire, to Queen of
tumble drying. Lol. Luckily, i’ve managed to root a bit of a career to
scramble up some pences. I’m a girl that can quite easily and gladly pay
my way, even if he doesn’t need me too. I have my book on it’s way to
you.. (i’ve out back the launch, due to the maddness of wedding
planning…you can’t do too many things at once..well i can’t
anyhow…i’m rubbish under pressure now i’m old.) I’m filming and i’m
really excited with everything that i have going on. We’re wanting a
‘family business’ and i certainly fancy myself as a bit of a Kris
5 weeks and we’re getting married. If only you could actually ‘feel’ the
energy in Wunna Land right now. We are so happy and filled to the brim
with ‘ooh laa laaa.’ We’ve almost sorted our guestlists. We’ve decided
on keeping our ceremony for family and friends, who have always been
good to the both of us..they deserve to be present on the day and to
bless us on our way to marital bliss. Then the evening is all about the
utter celebration of me become his lil’ Mrs. Thompson.
The wedding is at Oulton Hall, Leeds. We have spas, a wedding theme of
white, baby pink and diamonds.We’ve picked our 5 * menu. My invitations
are about to go out. We have many a surprise for our guests and we can’t
wait to enjoy every moment of our big day with all of you. I still have
a great deal to organize. I’m quite under pressure now. Luckily Keiran’s
now taking the 2 weeks before the wedding off. Making it all much
lovelier. (He made our favour boxes the day before yesterday and did it
like a pro….shirtless.) We honestly have a jam packed schedule and no
time for anything but work, each other and the wedding.
Life, as always, is really really great right now. I’m madly in love,
have all sorts of work lined up…i have the cutest little girl and
family..we ARE a family and well i couolnd’t ask for anything more…but
I’m sat by a Pic & Mix bag and after a mouthful of mushroom rice with chilli peppers, i guess i could gobble up the entire contents of the bag and label it ‘pudding?’ My wedding diet’s going rubbish and pretty much because i don’t think i’m that ‘out of shape’…i still feel sexy, even at 31, after a little glitzy baby, meaning i have no incentive to try and lose those little bits of wibble. It’s not challenging enough and well i’m sure i’ll look fine in a wedding dress. I don’t really eat lots anyway. I’m more of a snacker. I’m pretty sure i get most of my calorie intake from wine and i’m not giving that up, so my little love humps of jiggly puss will have to stay, until they decide to be clever about their area of resident and move to a much funner part of town…like my boobs. I never know why girls bother about their weight if it’s not life threatening. If you’re sexy, you’re sexy and you really should know it, own and love it. It’s a glow that comes from within you. It doesn’t even have to be a naughty glow. It’s a look…a way…a manner. You can be as innocent as can be, but still be ’ouch’-fest sexy. Keiran always says that he’s blown away every time he looks at me and he thinks i’m the most beautiful girl he has ever seen…. and it’s simply because i ‘glow.’ (Anything for a bacon sarnie a la bonky. )
No.. but really…if i have a glow of ‘naughty’ about me, he growls with his (what i call) ‘Elvis lip curl’ and if i’m Dolly cuteness…all wide eyed and little giggle, he wants to jumps on me and squeezes me with an ‘oooh baby, i can’t believe how much i love you!’ It really is ‘win-win’ all the way. So ladies, find what’s sexy about you…don’t sell yourselves short though,( coz i always find that skanky these days) and celebrate it, with a *wink* and a cooked dinner. NEVER underestimate the power of a cooked dinner. I swear on my life, i could be horrifically hormonal, throwing ‘Diva’s’ out of every temper closet…yet if i then cooked my ‘handsome’ a yummy warm meal..he adores me again and we’re automatically back to ‘fairytale.’ If i added blowjob to that, he’s probably renew his wedding vows, before he’s even taken them. Men really aren’t that hard to conquer. If you just love them right, they love you right back. Keiran and i are quite traditional in our views. I certainly play the ‘girl’ role and he certainly plays the role of ‘man.’ I mean we’re cutesy wootsie and talk to each other in baby voices filled with giggles…but i have rules and he has rules. Now, that I’m a mum and an ‘almost’ wife…(there’s lots that he puts his foot down about, as it’s how he would expect his wife to behave) and now that he’s a daddy and an ‘almost’ husband..(.there’s lots that i put my foot down about, due to how i wish my dream hubby to behave)…and it actually completely works. It’s about respect.
I’ve been up since 4am and i’m knackered. Rubes pooed all over the bed this morning, so we i had to tend to an emergency baby bum clean, whilst she made me sing ‘Justin Bieber’ songs at her, to make her smile. I’m still at my mums, who’s laptop is far better than mine. My laptop has a mind of it’s own. It turns on and off whenever it so pleases and waits until the prime opportunity to pull a tantrum and ruin my written word…life. I need to get home to shower, tan and pack for my trip away for the weekend. I need wine immediately and well i’ve been looking through all the quotes today that wedding suppliers, ie/bands, photographers, etc…have forwarded us. It’s a long laborious process of ‘ooh’ and well i really just need some chill time. Pronto!
I’ve been researching, writing, i’ve been sorting out our RSVP letters to guests. I’ve been doing it all with a half done face and bad hair and i think that’s maybe why i’m not feeling it? I swear on my life, if i don’t have my face and hair fully done, i can’t blog as well as usual. It’s weird? Like i’m this character that can only fuction when bronzed, eyelined, lipglossed and spritzed. Being a Glamour Puss is the ace. However, when you need a bit of ‘kick down’ time…you just need it fast. I’m boiling, i’m in pink, my phone is going mental and i’m booking train tickets. Rubes gets to have her first ever ‘hotel night’ with me tomorrow…we have a little suite together and she’ll quite obviously love every single moment of it.
Anyway, i thought i’d check in again, since i’m not going to be able to over the weekend.
I love you and i thank you!
Good morning my little chipper bits of delight! Welcome to ‘Wunna Land’…a world where you…yes…you…get to journey my life with me, via the fine art of written word. I’ve written this blog for around about 5 years or more…all over the world, in almost every single hotel room, every Hollywood hideout, little bits of England, a few snazzy couches, stores and living rooms. You’ve watched me love, you’ve watched me cry, you’ve watched me live, you’ve watched me fall. You’ve watched me conquer some of my wildest ever dreams, wildest ever men, wildest ever troubles…yet each and every single time I dusted my pretty self off, picked my pretty arse up and with a wink…soldiered forward with heart. I’ve done really well in life, at life, with life. I’ve worked really hard and well I’ve just been accidentally blessed by the big ‘dude’ up above. (He must totally dig Asian chicks.;) ) Sometimes, I stop and can’t even believe how much I’ve managed to do, see, and achieve in life…and it all began for me, when I left the little town of Yorkshire, with my little one suitcase and around this time, almost a decade ago, got on that plane to Hollywood. I think of everything I did in that time and I can’t believe that it was real. My head often does this crazy fast forward flashback from time to time…which thunders through my twenties. It’s a blur of cocktails, weddings, auditions, friendships, love, tears, men, sunshine, laughter,problems, celebrities…I mean I remember walking into Warner Brothers as a young Wunna 2004. I can’t remembered what I was auditioning for…but I remember bumping into Matt Le Blanc, who was getting ready to film his next shot on ‘Friends’ and telling Renee Zellweger how my car had broken down, then going to dinner with Matt Dillon, AFTER Joseph Fiennes had called my work up to ask me out on a date! WTF! I just remember thinking how crazy I thought my life had become, yet how I always knew it would be that great. I can’t even begin to tell you what I’ve been through and how amazing it’s been so far. Yet…even after doing ALL of that, in 5 weeks and 2 days, I marrying the man of my dreams…a man I thought I’d never find and alongside the joy of having my delicious Baby Ruby..it is the BEST moment of my ENTIRE life. You know…you can have everything in the entire world…and we all know I ADORE the need for everything and I’m charming enough to get it. But if you don’t have love or that ever secure foundation…you really don’t have anything. *Lipgloss here* (Preaching makes my lips dry.)
As per usual, I’ve got a silly amount of kitty cat work to juggle. I’ve pushed back the focus for the book right now, simply because I can’t manage it all, with the wedding and the filming, whilst being a mummy. I actually still haven’t finished planning the wedding and I only have 5 weeks left. I have the entire evening reception to organise and well since we pretty much only booked our wedding date 2 months ago…things are getting pretty hectic right now.
The good thing is, that on Wednesday…or was it Tuesday? I dunno? I managed to get some time in for me. I ran a few errands, a couple of them glitzy, a couple of them included a stapler hunt. I picked out wedding flowers and colours and felt over the moon with delight! Keiran was texting me his little words of ‘love-love’ and well life felt perfect…a rosy tinted, smear of utter perfection.
The sun was out, I travelled home, I couldn’t wait to see my little baby Ruby..who can finally now say ‘RUBY.’ (However, if you don’t clap, she gets narked off and starts hitting you. God knows where she gets that from. ) Anyway, all was grand, aand was lovely and as soon as I kicked off my tiny kitten heels, poured myself a crisp White wine…in came the next ‘drama’ text from another one of Keiran’s rubbish friends. Same drama…different being. Ugh! It’s like every single time I’m happy, up pops a pestery ‘drama’ text…nagging on about how I need to not be stubborn and be there friends, so they can all hold
hands and come to the fricking wedding..and how I shouldn’t cut them out of Keiran’s life…blah..blah..blah..because I’m such a ‘this’ and such a ‘that,’ and certainly not an ‘adult.’ Yet why can’t we all be friends. Hmm..?
Well, I’ll tell you what I am…I’m HOT…and I’m fricking fierce and I don’t have to do ANYTHING or like ANYONE I don’t want to. Therefore the ‘adult’ thing to do, in this situation, is probably accept that ‘The Wunna’ does not like you AT ALL, because you slagged her off and droaned on at her hubby to be, about the dangers of dating a horrific girl like moi (lol) and get on with it. It was hilarious…I’m as open as they come and I don’t know how many times I have to literally text ‘I don’t like you,’ or ‘you’re not invited to the wedding’ or ‘I actually slag you all off all the time,’ (hahaha) ALL codes for ‘please do kindly fuck off’ for them to be able to absorb that their bridge with me is completely BURNT. Lol. They’re like random stalky ‘please be my friend now, even though I’ve slatted you off’ pests. I’ve never dated a boy in my life, that has come with this many annoying counterparts. Who every so often, decide to whop out a ‘drama’ text at me, out the blue…and when I’m trying to plan a wedding. They’re acting like Keiran only has 4 friends. We both know soooooooooo many people and sooooooo many people who have been utterly lovely to the both of us and always. Like I said to my ‘handsome Keiran’ last night (He was soo cute on the phone last night,) our wedding is NOT about THEM..or even friendships. It’s about us and OUR love and that’s the truth. They don’t get to run our guest list. We’ve got so much going on right now..work wise…that we don’t have time for all this drama. There’s work, there’s filming, there’s interviews and parenting…and well we’re a couple that’s lucky enough to be gifted with opportunity…and what I know about life, is that it comes in chapters. Randomly both Keiran and I, who have both been birthed in Yorkshire, yet lived away for the majority of our time. He did it soldier’ style…I did it…with no clothes on. We’ve come full circle in our lives, landed right back where we started, and then through fate, met at the exact right time. Whenever you make a complete full circle in life..it doesn’t happen often… and something new occurs..a new chapter begins. We’re both fast movers and both people who move forward. We’re achievers, and each others perfect other half and sometimes in life, at a new chapter, after a full circle, you kinda out grow your past and the people in it. (I mean, i remember returning home a few odd times from being away and noticed that in all that time, I had been gone, nothing had changed..It was the same people, doing the same things, who hadn’t inched even a little way of a budge.) Even when I moved back, I felt I’d out grown everything, so I got on a tv show to keep my life moving forward. I hate ruts and have no problem cutting out a new circle for me to step through…even if it means looking back at my past and blowing it a kiss bye-bye, for now. That’s not a bad thing. It simply means you’re moving up a rung in life. The only people who complain are the people who never move forward, live off your magic, or don’t trust that you will ever return.
Anyway, enough of my feisterella this morning. I’m in love, we’re living a fairytale and well the other day during our screen test, Keiran told the camera, when asked about how he felt about our relationship and he said that it was ‘like he was living on Cloud 9…constantly…like it’s surreal.’ Awwwwww…how sweet. I actually don’t think Keiran minds me being feisty. He likes it. He finds it funny. Plus, it means, I can totter out, with my sharp glitzy tongue, deliver a few home truths, at people who decide to be bitchy and do it with a genuis wit, and a slap dash of evil ‘ooh laa.’ And HE can sit down in his slippers ( he loves his slippers and sometimes forgets he has them on) and let me handle all the drama for him, without him even having to say a single word. We’re good, we’re in love and in 5 weeks, 2 days, we get married! (When we get married, it will be our 1year of knowing each other anniversary. We’ve never been anything to each other but ‘in a relationship,’ from day one. Lol. He’s always been my boyfriend and I’ve always been his girlfriend for the entire time we’ve known each other. So from this time now, to the exact time of the wedding, is the space of time Keiran dated me before he asked me to marry him. Which was after only 5 weeks. Awwwwww! (I craved him last night, so enjoyed myself to Babestation, with him in my good clean, sordid mind. lol. I have a storming libido right now,for my bit of Keiran..and well what can I say…our sheet time is gooood. I think I’m gonna put a bit more effort into our bedroom time from now on.) Oooh shit, my phones ringing….
I can’t believe how much organising I have left to do. There’s truck loads of it and I’m rubbish at getting my act together. I so far have no evening entertainment for the wedding. Infact, I haven’t even tackled the evening part of it. Not even the room decor or anything. Ugh! The day and ceremony will ooze a regal chandelier dripped beauty, with a cocktail hour and a 5* menu. But the evening…I just haven’t managed to get my head around. Jeepers!
Okay, so hope you have a great day…I’m literally starving and need to grab a snack, as living the day on White chocolate mice just isn’t going to cut it. I’m currently at my mums…so luckily she’ll have food!
Love you! Oh and THANK YOU Team Wunna, for making my day worth it!
I’m away for the weekend now, as I actually have a friends wedding to tend tooo. I wish it would stop raining. Rubes and I were gyrating to Britney Spears this morning before nursery and having to do it to the sound of *thunder.* Oh July…
I’m currently at a library in Pontefract, attempting to blog, in order to
kill time. I haven’t managed to blog in ages, due to exciting Wunna land jiggery pokery. However, here i am…being politely glared at, trying to write a blog and well having my OWN website blocked from the viewing eyes of all library lovelies, due to the fact that it has been deemed ‘pornographic.’ Lol. I’m new,Wunna 2012 now. I’m all ‘so fresh and so clean clean,’ these days, with a baby in my arms, a smile and a handsome hubby-to-be.
I don’t posh with my frillies on…i tumble dry in stilettos and write long winded books about my life. (Don’t forget to buy yours. ‘Diaries of a Glamour Puss.’)
Anyway, the ‘chrissiewunna.com’ team…which consists of Wazza and I, don’t let simple things like Library rules *pause button* our path of greatness. Instead, i’ve text moaned at Wazza ( because i’m a spaz at all things techy) and being the genius that he is, he has managed to get me onto my own site…at the Library…with a middle finger up to all ‘restricted blocking’…and a smile at The Gods. I enjpy that my blog is to ‘sexy’ for the library. It sort of makes it something of ‘worth,’…in my sick, twisted, giggly, polka dotted head. *Wiggle-wink*
understand life and cherish us as a couple. (Kelly was there when it all happened and has helped me so much with all the Wedding plans. Phil has been nothing short of wonderful to Keiran and manages to be there for him without question.) And in our life right now, with us beginning our new chapter with a ‘Wedding day’ (ya) positive, loving and supportive people is exactly what we need. Keiran and I have the most magnificent bond. I’m his dream girl and he’s my dream man. We can’t wait to get married and well we’ve noticed that when we keep it simple and just love each other and be concerned about one another and family…we’re unstoppable. We have great things happening to us. We’re the luckiest couple alive and it’s a shame that a bundle of unsupportive people, feel the need to ‘drama-on’ into it. ( I mean as if some people are rude enough to drill Keiran about being with me, whilst rambling on about how he shouldn’t be with me …YET STILL want to blag an invite to the wedding. Lol. AS IF! That’s not how life works. You don’t get to drill my hubby-to-be, or ‘drama’ text me and still get to come. Why would you want to anyway, if you hate our union so much, right? In the words of my good friends… ‘learn… some.. manners.’) Luckily, i’m not stupid and know what’s important an=
d that certainly is love. Keiran and I mean a lot to each other and it’s a bond that no-one else will get. Why? Well because they don’t live it, or lack it in their own lives. But thank you to the ones that absolutely DO get =
it and always have! You’re love is greatly appreciated.
ople who have done nothing but be there for us and love us…and i’ll say it again….without condition.
in as much wedding planning as possible. It’s not as easy as you think, as he’s having to run his company, we have baby Ruby to adore and nurture, I have my book to promote, i’ve been filming and well weddings aren’t the simpliest things in the world to throw together. Well not the kinda wedding we want.
your choice (we chose Debenhams,) they sign you up, hand you over a scanner and you are free to gallop around the store SCANNING in every and ANY item you want in the entire store, for your guests to purchase you. SO MUCH FUN…once you get into it. I mean, at first we were dithering around all confused and shy. However, after 5 mins of ‘scan this maybe,’ we really managed to find our inner ‘ooh laa’ and get to business. We scanned all sorts. Infact everything from Hoovers, to designer dishes, to steamers, to bed sheets. Keiran wuite likes the finer things in life, as everything he scanned in was very designer and quite ‘poshy.’ It’s just a great bit of wedding experience to have with one another. yet you do find yourself going ‘oooh i really need that griddle pan’..when you’ve never really needed a ‘griddle pan’ ever. Lol. *SCAN.* We did a great job, and then couldn’t handle it anymore, so tended forward to ‘Yo’Sushi.’ Great staff at Debenhams. The lady dealing with us, couldn’t be more lovely and more excited about our wedding orlove in general. I love that.
sumed the correct calculated amount. *Tragic*
ming us for an edit…wedged inbetween all Keiran’s ‘busiest day ever.’ We’re really lucky to have such great opportunites in our lives right now; and we truely appreciate every moment of it. Not very many couples get blessed with such ‘chance’…so we’re giving it our all and doing it with love. I’m keeping my fingers crossed and looking to the stars.