Great News..

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Good morning from Yorkshire! I’m currently blogging from bed and I must tell you that before my eyes turned to ‘shut-eye’ last night, I had the most amazing view of the baby blue sky, littered with powder puff clouds that any Glamour Puss (of an oriental nature) could ever dream of. It makes dream land for more soothing. Plus, I now never have curtains on my bedroom windows. Pete asked me about the this a couple weeks ago, because Ruby had skipped over and reported this fact. I think he sort of felt sorry for me, as he acted as though I couldn’t break the bank for set of window drapes. Lol.

The actual fact is that I adore wake up/bed time views. I find them therapeutic and good for the soul…like dumplings and the last and first things you see on a morning and night, can make the rest of your day. So Wunna land is all about big bedroom windows and no drapery around them. Yes..i know..very ‘Peeping Tommy’…but honestly, i don’t think I have a history that would actually truly be bothered by such. Plus, it’s a way of ‘smelling the roses’ without having to remember to smell them.

Okay, so life is great. I received really shocking wonderful news last night. The kind where you’re simply sat in your car, you’re scrolling through your phone, you’re wondering a little, after a harshly strong gut instinct and *wham bam* out of nowhere…it happened. I scrolled…I read…I scored!

So, this bit of good news, has changed everything and plonked one of those infectious smiles on my face. One that makes me look as thought i’m always up to something cheeky. Meaning, all I can say is that FINALLY 2014 turned out alright. My psychic did actually tell me that things would be heavy, yet by May I would be getting back on my feet and dancing around Maypoles and by June all would be champagne wonderful. (I didn’t quite Maypole dance…and I don’t feel bad about it, at all.) But June is almost here…and well dolls…Wunna is BACK. This is why staying positive, doing the right things, keeping ya head down, working hard and just being a decent human being makes all the different. The geezer up above rewards you for it and everything!

I have the day off today, but I knew it was too good to be fully okay with my system, as I am then working, Sunday, Monday (Bank Holiday,) Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday! ๐Ÿ™‚ Jeepers. I’m going to be knackered, but whatever, every dosh is always great. Plus, I feel great because I now have life down! I get it. I’ve got it. I’m doing it all right!

Luckily, ย I then have the entire next weekend off to celebrate the ‘turning 1’ of my loin fruit. (I can’t believe that this time last year I was hugely pregnant.) I’m hoping the weather is delightful, as i’ve heard we’re going to be getting the worst storms in 50 years. ๐Ÿ™‚ Cheers! (It sounds so ‘Old Man Sailor.’) I’ve noticed that i’m good at working hard if there is a treat at the end of it. I always need an incentive. I can’t just be productive, for nothing, what I see as no reason, or my simple own worth. ๐Ÿ™‚ I’m made of glitter bricks and need prizes. It’s awful…yet true. (Ugh, i keep getting flashbacks of this weird tattooed guy in LA, who kept annoying me. I can’t even remember his name, but he was a weird one. He kept following me and telling me he went to…hmm…i don’t know how to put it? Well..he kept telling me that he went to a school or course for ‘eating the privates of ladies.’ YUK! He was trying to be romantic at the same time, as he said it with a rose in his hand and a CD of long songs. Pahaha. Men are such odd creatures. I mean, I must have met thousands of men who have attempted to woo in my life…and it’s only the nutty ones that I remember in flashback. He did buy me sofas though by surprise. Which I didn’t find odd. I liked that! HAHA. I can’t even remember his name… I just remember that the reason I didn’t like him, wasn’t because he was weird. Weirdness doesn’t concern me. It was simply because I heard him have a phone conversation with his Mother,where in which he was shouting down the phone at her, SWEARING at her and talking to her like she was the biggest piece of shit in the world ever. I found it so alarming, so disrespectful and well..just a hideous show of decent manners that I couldn’t even speak to him. I mean, if a man talks to his OWN MOTHER like that, then he has zero respect for women.)

Gosh! Let’s stop before I go on a big rant on Women’s Rights. (UKip…Stupid.) I’ve been blogging all of this inbetween reading the ‘That’s not my…’ books with Ruby ON MY KNEE, cooking and sorting out emails with China for my eyelash line. If anything, women can multi-task and mainly because we have to. From my own experience, men can’t seem to work AND properly look after a baby. They always expect the girl to do it all…, as they tend to their ‘own stuff’ followed by a day or few hours of ‘playing’ or showing off their child, which they pretty much underline as parenting. ๐Ÿ™‚ Even after that they need a break or ‘time to themselves.’ #useless Lol. I literally juggle everything as a single mum of two and I love it because it’s days like yesterday, after all the hard work is done that you can sit down, relax and well just get back up and perform a VICTORY DANCE! Wahoo! (I know, that I wasn’t going to say it again, but yeah bitches…I DID IT!)

I’m now sat by a giant pink Princess tent in the shape of a castle, blogging from Ruby’s bedroom…as she naps. She’s only been up an hour and needs a kip. I’m bizarrely craving a McDonalds hash brown and a coffee…a ‘not from McDonalds’ coffee.

Anyway, yes. day off today and lots of exciting things to do. It’s family day today, with Grandparents, babies and everything! AND a ‘buy stuff for the house’ day, which you all know I adore.

I can’t believe I finally made it to the other side of the tunnel.

I’m a little mucky…but apparently that’s not always a bad thing. ๐Ÿ˜‰ #bitofsmuthtereforyou

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2 thoughts on “Great News..”

  1. Someone bought you a sofa? I guess it’s a complaint at how he wanted to treat your sexy tush to comfort…

    I tried to concentrate hard on your article but, honestly, that photo at the top is just so distracting…you really only seem to get hotter and hotter. I don’t get a ban for calling you a milf do I? ๐Ÿ˜‰

    Speaking of parenthood from reading your blog and being fortunate enough to be on your FB you really do circumvent the clichรฉd image people may have of a glamour puss – being a natural parent. As a parent (ok my lad is now 19 but they never stop being your child) I know a good one. Kudos!

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