A spanner in the works.


I’ve spent most of this day waiting. The art of waiting sucks, simply because once you’re stuck in the moment of such an art, you can’t help but think about it, to the point that it drives you insane. I have a life to live. I have things to do. (Nothing to do today. ๐Ÿ™‚ ) But when you’re waiting, you just feel cheated out of life don’t ya! Lol.

Ruby has dollied off on an outing. I can’t keep that kitten in! She’s an outdoorsy kinda chick and well shopping has gotten the better of her. Keep that baby inside and her ‘cabin fever’ will wallop you with a ‘GOTCHA.’

Junior’s being maungy simply because he’s now the proud owner of two bottom teeth. Although adorable…it hasn’t been fun for him because it does actually hurt and well he’s quite dramatic to say the least. He’s been pulling faces all day, inbetween speed crawling into corners he shouldn’t ever been in. Ruby & Junior had their first proper sibling dispute today. Apparently (according to a nursery mum) when that happens, you’re meant ot just let them get on with it, as it enables them to arrange their own rules of bond and plae some kind of pecking order….in order? (Sorry, I have a non-working brain today. And now that i’ve cut my gel nails off, ready for the pre-surgery soak off, I’ve lost my mojo. Typing’s far too easy these days. I don’t even know how to cope.) The surgery’s on TUESDAY, just so you know! Eeek! Horrific! I’m not looking forward to it at all and simply because even I CAN’T make thyroid surgery look glamorous! (OOh, blow flowing tubes from my neck. ‘sexy) I have n idea how i’m supposed to look appealing to the surgeon if I don’t have my face on either! I mean, i don’t want to look like the run of the mill kind corpse. My favourite ‘Tom’ said that i will definitely have a vajazzled tube from my neck…and yeah he knows me too well. I just despise the moment where you come around from surgery and say STUPID STUFF! The last time I went under, it was for boobs. I was foolish and far more determined then, so i didn’t mind the nip tuck. These days, with children and age…and the fact that it’s a bit more serious then boobies, it’s not so snazzy. I told the doctor that I was in love with him last time and MADE my MUM hug him. ๐Ÿ™‚ It’s a truly tedious moment and rubbish because you can’t blame it on booze, or someone else. My surgeon is attractive….so i’m aware that the moment will be hideous for me…and i’ll have no face on! #devastation

Luckily, I have lots of people taking time off work to look after me. I love people. I’m not going to be able to talk, so it’s going to be rubbish. I think i’ll have to communicate in karate chops and high kicks. The last time i lost my voice, in LA it was…My lawyer roommate Greg told me that I became highly intellectual and hilarious all at the same time. I had a bit of a whisp of a voice and was determined to use each breath that had for humour. Unfortunately it was at the expense of this stripper friend that he had kept for the title of ‘benefits.’ ๐Ÿ™‚ I’m gonna sound like Marge Simpsons ugly sisters! ๐Ÿ™ ย FOR THREE WEEKS!

Okay! Now the lash line. There I was all excited, thinking it would all be a breeze. I’ve now made all the right contacts and i’m ready to shimmie to funding, with my head held high and my new business plan.



Chase didn’t start the business plan because now he doesn’t have enough time to dedicate to it effectively… due to him needing to scale down his own business, to fit in work, life and …whatever else there is. Meaning…he’s kaputt…as I need someone to fill my void of ‘right now.’ He’s already missed greatly…and would’ve been my champion. So, I looked at the other Cv’s that I had on board, so to speak and i’ve hired another to help me with the job at hand. Obviously it’s going to be a wee bit difficult with me having a big old thyroid op…yet, as long as they can email and hit the ground running with it…then all’s good, as I need my business plan asap.

Another great! Another plan. Already moving forward! That’s the key to business, I think. Not letting the obstacles let you down. My product is ready. It’s all good to go. I have PR in place, events in place, even my area of pitch for investors in place. I just need this gosh darn it business plan done and dusted. Without it, I can’t do my pitch. I want a Summer launch…as the celeb event that I wish to launch at is in the Summer. I still have plenty of time…yet time seems to fly doesn’t it? So i want to be organized and I guess that I was lucky enough to have 6 other people ready to be on board. Two of them…angel investors.

I don’t like ‘spanners’ when they tinker in my works. But i’m used to them. I can take anything on the chin and make it work. I’m glitzy enough to win and my product is divine!

This weekend is going to be spent getting ready for surgery really. I’ve got a bag to pack and nails to be soaked. Bits and pieces to be waxed and hair to groomed. All that is code for mental preparation.

Once i’m in…i’m in.

Once i’m out! I’ll have a new neck. Plus, I’ll have hormone pills to balance Wunna Land out.

I’m excited for the lash line and I hope you are toooo!

It’s all getting close now…

Keep ya fingers crossed for me…

*Wiggle-wink-new neck.*

Ps, My pet granny is much better now. I thought she was heartbroken but all ‘i never want anything to do with the 87 year old player again.’ Seems she was just pretending that she didn’t love him, like him…fancy him…whatever. Like people do! Anyway, She now wants to bump into him at the local supermarket and keeps over shopping to find him? Lol. Why do people do that to themselves? I simply looked at her and said, ‘If you like him just tell him, the next time you bump into him. There’s no point in beating about the bush.’ I mean the worst he can do is reject her…and if he does then she can move onto someone who will adore the fact that she loves him. ย Simples! She’s my 82 yr old pet granny. Anyone would think she was 17! ๐Ÿ™‚ She told me how much she loves me the other day. I’m glad to be making her happy. ๐Ÿ™‚

pps/ It seems my fans are back in full force. @wunnfanpage are back up and running on Twitter again. Everyone thinks that i actually run this or ‘my team’ (which I don’t have) run it. We don’t. It’s actually run by a fan. Like really. So follow them, love them…and let them invite YOU into Wunna land!

It’s almost Feb 14th. I don’t have a Valentine and I’m gutted. Instead I’ll have a neck scar and now voice. I’m a girl who adores romance, love and Feb 14th. This will be the first yea,r in my entire life, that I actually care to remember, that I will not have someone who adores me on Valentines day. How hideous. No date or anything! No dinner. No flowers! No undying love confession. Annoying. Maybe the guy with no teeth is looking more appealing. ๐Ÿ™‚ #not. I think i need a wine.

I’ll leave you with ‘Da babies’

That’s my crying face!! It’s far too difficult for me, to not clip my extensions into his head and pretend it’s me. ๐Ÿ™‚ (I wouldn’t do that to him. Bless. Happy baby. Sad Baby.) Just imagine that crying face, with my extensions in and a wine…and you have ME….when i’m heartbroken.


The heir’s to my throne.

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