A Quick Wunna Land Catch Up….

What a weekend!! Wunna land is brimming right now. It’s tinkered with joy, my babies are delightful, the prosecco pours are everywhere, I’m as happy as can be, and work is hitting the ‘smashing it’ belt. (I have no clue what that means…just go with it.) For once, I finally feel as though i’m taking the elevator up the Ladder of Success, instead of slow crawling it, with stretchy legs and the odd ‘huffs and puffs.’ My elevator’s moving at a steady old pace, yet it’s filled with glamorousity, good timing and that flawless knacker of hard work, determination and talent. Cocktails are in the elevator tooo! It helps.

Anyway, I can’t remember what I did n Friday? What did I do? I worked. Hustle Barbie is now a vegan…she might have also convinced everyone else to be a glamourous vegan because we certainly watched suffer through the art of ‘being hung over’  and helped her celebrate  her new veganism by eating Vegetarian ‘Collin the Caterpillars. Sassy girl banter, then occurred which was decorated by a decent conglomeration of executive spikey  heels. Wine happened. Then it was finally all over.

I was actually meant to be travelling to London this morning on a six o clock in the morning train with Firmonnell for a lucky bit of filming. At the last minute it all had to get rescheduled, so we’ll be on a six o clock train some other day shortly, doing ‘glammy’ prosecco train breakfast and trying to look like we’re kittens, as opposed to looking like we may be doing the ‘walk of shame.’ I’m quite comfortable with my glamourousity. I’m a glamour puss. Kitten hood runs through my veins. Firmonnell, still needs to own up to her glamourousity. She’s got it. Oh she’s got it. She just needs to stick a feather in her hat and OWN it. (She was really shocked when she was described as ‘chatty, fun and attractive.’ If you knew her…you wouldn’t be shocked at all.)

Firmonnell: ‘You don’t half talk some shit Wunna, but i love you for it. You should have some job where you just constantly make people feel good about themselves.’

I do! I tell my rubbish story, so you all feel better about our OWN lives. Lol

Right now, it’s a GREAT TIME TO BE A GIRL RIGHT, SO MAKE IT YOURS! OWN IT. Slip on those heels and get your sassy booty strutting! You don’t need a guy to help you. As far as i’m aware…they need us. 😉

Anyway, I spent my weekend with my family. My Mum, my Dad, my brother and the babies. Dad a birthday. (Don’t know how old he is, but i love him immensely. I couldn’t have got luckier when it comes to having a wonderful pops. We have laughed and cried together and had the best time that any Daddy Daughter combo could ever celebrate. We celebrated.

I bought toys with the babies, we shopped, we lunched, I refueled at Prosecco Pit Stop in Doncaster, Junior found his inner ‘ooh laa’ and gave ‘good times’ the welly! He went for it! I’ve never seen him so happy. I kinda think it was because Ruby skedaddled off for a moment, because Pete (HER Daddy) also had a birthday, so he took her to the cinema, which left Junior playing ‘only child for once‘ with Mama…Me…..and boy did it turn BOUJI! Junior is SO MUCH FUN. It’s crazy. I can see my genes running through is system. Ruby’s SASSY like Mum. Junior’s FUNNY like Mum. I’m so proud of the babies. They are my favourite humans on this Earth Ball. (Which is quite handy, since I birthed them)

Anyway, good times and merriment…an audition and the organisation of a shoot.

Then Sunday peeked through my window…and before you know it, after a quick drive to Mercedes in Wakefield, I was back on a train to Leeds….I like the Sunday afternoon train to Leeds, as it’s filled with Prosecco girls.

Ten minutes, I was at my stop…..and with a flick of the big Hollywood hair and wink in my walk…I strutted my little self to Park Square, in Leeds….In leopard print…. to meet Inadequate Chris, for an afternoon of ‘comedy sketch’ filming….

Busy Minds & Early Nights…

A good day. I mean I’ve nothing to be complaining about really. I’m in a good place. But my minds busy. It’s so busy. I can’t rest it. It’s tiring me out and it’s filled with bundles of work and trundles of thought. I’m even going to have to ‘early night’ it, simply to chill my head. Calm it down. Give it some peace. This month, there’s a lot of work and excitement going on in Wunna land. My Land. So, like I said, it’s nothing bad. Infact, quite the opposite…it’s actually ALL REALLY GOOD. My kitten mind is just doing a jive and right now, I cant make it stop. It has a lot of energy.

Y’know, this only ever happens when I have a great deal going on, or there’s a wee bit of pressure that I kinda have to shimmie alongside. During times like this, I tend to go all quiet and withdraw. It helps me focus. Don’t fret. It’s all fine. I just need to rest my mind to pan pipe music or something lame like that. Lol. (Pan Pipe music always reminds me of that INSANE Chinese Lady in Camden who was in charge of massaging me and delivering total enlightenment to my soul, yet instead almost broke every fricking bone in my body. Haha. What a bitch! J  Don’t go there. SHE’S CRAZY!)

I’m writing my book, my audition went well..

Firmonnell: ‘You’re gonna get that…

and i’m shooting strong.

When it comes to all that. I’m pretty confident.

I have the Diversity in Media awards in 11 days. It’s such an honour. I’m way out my depth. I want to win the award. I won’t win it by any means. Yet, I feel really lucky to have been nominated and then shortlisted in such a great league, amongst some of the nations best talent! It’s insane and such a wonderful award to be representing. So, i’ll do my red carpet strut, tinker my MTV interview like a kitten and just enjoy my evening…(code for NETWORK the Hell out of Wunna Land. 😉 ) It’s being live streamed anyhow, so you’ll get to watch me lose. I’ll do that ‘Ah so happy for the winner’ face for you…then i’ll drink loads and do selfies with everyone.

Away from all that, life is great. I’m feeling really positive. I’m feeling gentle. I’m feeling beautiful. When a girl feels beautiful, she feels like she can conquer anything and it’s the single most divine feeling. Then all my chick friends all decided that they wanted to join some ‘fat club,’ that they’ve made up themselves, where in which they’ll all put in £1, weight themselves weekly at Boots (lol,) only in the name of ‘slimming’ and then whoever has lost the most weight, gets all the quids. Hahah!

Me: ‘I’m not arsed about playing the weighing game. I feel alright right now. I’m all curve happy.’

Firmonnell: ‘Yeah, but we want you’re quid.’

Me: ‘I’ll just watch you all and cheer you on.’

Firmonnell: ‘Yeah, but we want you’re quid.’

Me: ‘Hahah. I’m happy right now and this weighing game will make me all competitive and make me feel like i need to lose a pound just to win and beat you all. It’s pointless and stress for no reason.’

Mel: ‘I’m doing it. It’ll just have to be us.’

I look at Firmonnell…

Me: ‘You told me that looks don’t matter, that it all FADES and that all anyone has to be is FUNNY, so you’re not bored with whoever you’ve chosen to be with.. when you’re 80.’

This all came about because her hubby ‘Big D’ might go on a ‘lose a few pounds’ diet, after someone called him fat. This diet wouldn’t matter because obviously she’s married to him, she’s loves him madly and would love him madly always and anyway, until the say she dies. We all would.

I mean GOD, when I love someone, I love them no matter what. As time passes and you’ve built your bond, it becomes unconditional and nothing can break it, if it’s real. To me it doesn’t matter what they do, where they’re from, how chubby they’re getting…If i love & respect them and they love & respect me too….then that’s pretty much all that’s matters. I have NO CLUE how Big D’s ‘maybe diet,‘turned into a whole weighing game at Boots? Hahaha. That’s chicks for ya!

But this is guys for ya! I’ve just checked my Snapchat and one of my guy friends (he’s only a young 20 something) is looking or an ‘extra money’ Sunday job, because he managed to spend £300 on strippers in an hour on Friday night. Lol. If anyone needed love or a girlfriend more…it’d probably be him right now. He’s actually super romantic and can’t even cope without having someone to love. SO GIRLS. There you have it. If you wanna date my mate, inbox me and i’ll set you up. You’ll only have to dance to a Little Mix track for 3 minutes and you’ll at least make £20….but then you’d have to make him his tea.

I’m so glad i’m a grown up. Haha.

I mean, who can be arsed with being 20 something nowadays? It’s a shambles. Lol. Thirty something is so much sexier, as it’s dashed in a sensible whirl of duty. Yet you can still rock it in Louboutins,clink a cocktail and  strut it like a fox. Thirty something, be you a girl or guy…is HOT AS HELL. There’s a classiness to it. A ‘hey baby, i’ve lived and learnt, a little.’ (Do know that i’m only saying this because i’m a’thirty something.’ When i’m a ‘forty something,’ or even a ‘fifty something,’ that will be the new hot.)

Right, I said I was early nighting it, so i’ll love you and leave you!

But once again, thank you so much for following my life. It means a lot. I hope that somewhere in this absolute decade of blogging you find a piece of Wunna land that inspires you….

 

 

 

 

Love, Loyalty & Bunny Tail Thongs

I don’t know how i ended up with my bunny tail thong in my handbag? But i did! (Do note, it is MY bunny tail thong, that I gained from Ann Summers, when they sent me boxes of free things and not the random bunny tail thong of another, that just so creepily happened to be in my handbag. ) However, ofcourse when you have a bunny tail thong in your handbag, you kinda don’t ever want it to just pop out whenever it pleases…as surely it’s just for happy private sexy moments…when you want to be a ‘bunny’ in the bedroom??? Don’t ask. (I’ve only worn it once for picture taking purposes, maybe in the Spring? That picture was sent to a ‘heart throb’…I scored major points. Lol) Anyway…I pulled out my pink ‘Ted Baker’ purse, which was again gifted to me (i’m a bit over it now and need a new one) to pay for..what was it now? Oh GOD! A Blue ‘Push Pop’ for my Baby Ruby and somehow during the glide from my handbag to the open air, it managed to swirl it’s way around my wrist, get entangled within straps and nails and beautifully flick itself onto the counter. Hahaha.

WHY AM I SO EMBARRASING!!!

And to make it worse…the guy at the counter, blushed, fidgeted awkwardly and uncomfortably pretended it wasn’t there. Lol. To me, that’s the worst thing you can do, as i hate awkward moments where things are swept under the rug like they’re not even happening. So, being the unnecessary tool that I am, an ever expressive soul and to firstly break the awkwardness and to try and make him at least feel a little bit better…I just kinda blurted out..

‘Sorry…they’re my pants!’

(AS AND ORDERLY LINE WAITIED BEHIND ME. I don’t know why i thought that would make him feel better. I just thought went with honesty is the best policy? )

He *paused* took my money, still pretended it wasn’t happening, which kinda made me feel rejected. Haha. Then FINALLY, he cracked a tiny Yorkshire smile…and BOOM, life and normality was restored. How did it even get in my bag? Bunny tail thongs must have a life of their own? They’re magic. AND I have noticed that I must never learn lessons, because it’s still in my handbag right now…chilling…waiting for its next appearance, because I keep forgetting to take it out! Learn things the hard way much!

I have a last minute shoot today, that I wasn’t going to go on just yet, but ended up going on in the end simply to bundle all my work into one big ‘yeehaa.’ It’s throwing it down with rain and even though i hate the rain when travelling about…(I love it warm) I’m excited because it will soon be flippin’ Christmas, which is my FAVOURITE TIME OF YEAR! I love the smell of it, the warmth of it, the merriment, the tinsel and the fact that I have a birthday a week before Santa comes. I was meant to be born on Christmas Day, but my mum made them pull me out early because she hated the idea of a Christmas Day labour. Some of you pulled crackers, my mother had a human pulled out of her….EARLY.

I love my Parents. They’re Great! My dad taught me to dream (he’s really creative) and my mum taught me how to turn a dream into a reality. (She’s really practical.) There was a time in my 20’s when I had kinda brought a lot of attention to myself, it was all TV, modelling and all kinds of good and bad press…and during it…they stood by me whole heartedly, strong has bulls…having private talks with me, in support and at the same time as refusing to comment on anything when harassed by others who we didn’t want interfering with my life. The only things she ever said openly to someone who had said something quite derogatory about me, was this…

‘When YOU’RE seeing her as a product, I’m letting you know she’s my daughter. She’s human. I’ll love and protect her until the day she dies. I raised her to be able to handle anything…she can and she does….’

I always remember that.

The best and worst thing about that statement is that I see every inch of Me in Ruby and automatically I have gone into protection mode, to the point where it’s a bit silly. I mean, obviously now ‘The Wunna Babies’ receive offers of all sorts and I go out of my way to turn them all down, just so they start life in a normal loving fashion. They can do charity work, or childrens brands, but away from that…it’s a ‘No.’ Ruby asks me every morning if she can model, start a Vlog, sign up to some show…(I didn’t let her do ‘Secret Lives of Five year olds Lol) and I don’t know if i’m doing the right thing or wrong thing, yet as a parent…I don’t think being six is a good time to venture into entertainment, which is a very adult world. I mean even some adults don’t understand how the world of entertainment works…let alone children..and whilst i’m still working, I wouldn’t be able to be around 24/7 to make sure she’s okay and I would need to be. She hates me for it at times, but trusts me. Lol. It’s my loyalty to her.

I’ve got the heart of a lion and when it comes to love and loyalty, be it within family or romantically…I am great at standing right by, anyone I care about’s side, when they need me the most. I look for that in partners. I find it attractive. Loyalty is HUGE with me. It’s a big old thing. If you can’t be loyal to someone you care about, then you’re weak…and during my time in LA, I knew that I had  to partner up with the strongest man alive.

Ahhh! I’ve just got an instagram message from one of my best chick friends ‘Greedy.’ I miss her madly. She’s trying to be a nurse, whilst watching me be a Glamour Puss. It’s good times. I have the funniest memories with ‘Greedy.’ I really shouldn’t call her that. Haha. Her name is actually ‘Danielle.’ I’m glad her love life isn’t rubbish now. We’d spend hours muddling through it whilst she pondered dessert. She was dating this idiot who she loved madly, but he cheated on her with his ex. She forgave him out of love…and they got back together. Then he cheated on her again…with his ex. Lol. What I love about her is the fact that she felt it all really quickly and cried it out madly, but never ever let it tarnish her faith in love or herself. She’s happy now…with a great guy. BOOM! We have a really honest relationship..another thing that I love in friendships.

Ooh, it’s stopped raining…

See ya! I’m off.

 

 

A Ticket To Dullsville

So I spent my first half of Tuesday with one of my chick besties ‘Firmonnell.’ I kinda tottered down the street, in my giant Cruella Deville faur fur, (it wasn’t Dalmatian…it was ‘Little Mistress,’) as she began to pretend that I lived in a caravan and I convinced her that she was pregnant. Lol. It’s how we roll. This was after talks of Prosecco and periods. I get carried away with baby talk, it fills me with excitement. I sizzle over with an utter flourish of ‘ooh laa.’ To me, nothing is more fulfilling than creating humans..Y’know, little ‘Mini Me’s.’ However,  Firmonnell…well… she pretends she hates it. She doesn’t hate it. She just…well… she just hates it. 🙂

We laughed all the way to Wakefield and guided each other to appropriate parking spots…where parking meters didn’t work.

Firmonnell: ‘As if you’ve made me park this far away.’

Me: ‘It’s just around here somewhere?’

Firmonnell: ‘You don’t know where we are, do you?’

Me: ‘It’s by the Bull Ring, or something? What if we take this shortcut? Lol.’

Lots of things happened on Tuesday. It felt fun! It started off with a whatsapp message that made me smile. When you get a good message to start your day, it kinda sets the tone, doesn’t it. It makes the rest of your day that little bit rosier.

There were moments where mini prosecco bottles were guzzled in carparks, in the style of ‘bouji pirates.’Times when ‘Double B’ referred to males as a ‘pink whisky faces.’ Sweeps of time, where in which we watched young girls perform dance routines, by bundles of straw, to Beyonce remixes. (We could’ve shown them how it SHOULD be done.) There was laughter. Good times. Infact, I might have had a weird conversation with a girl, about how they talk to plants to make them grow. Then finally…after my brain had fried itself with hard work..

‘I swear I was built for pleasure and not such mental labour…’

…I got home to the babies and indulged in an early night and WHAT IS BETTER, than an ‘early night’ when you really really need one!

IT WAS BLISS.

TODAY…was boring as hell. Lol. Fucking boring.

It was one of those days, where there’s zero excitement, not juice and no ‘ooh laa’ in sight. One of those days where you scroll through your emails, check your messages, look around you…and everything is simply so beige, it’s dull. Lol. There was no magic in the air. Everything was still. I couldn’t even call the day ‘vanilla,’ as even that would give it a flavour. Now, I’m a positive soul by nature and if i can’t roll a turd in glitter, then NO ONE CAN.

What was today!!!

If i hate anything…I hate dull. I hate ‘still.’ I’m a fast mover. I’m not a patient person. I yearn for excitement, I look for it and enjoy it. I adore buzzy bits of happiness. I live for them, they feed my kitten soul. I don’t know whether it’s because i’m a fire sign or an idiot? Yet either way, I LOVE to feel excited. I love to feel surprised. I love a bit of sassy banter. In work, I smile at a sense of achievement. In love, I love to feel adored. I I love everything that makes me radiate. That’s when any human is at their most powerful.

Today was boring. Haha!

The only exciting parts where the moments where in which I witnessed two of my friends, kinda weirdly ‘fall’ for each other with the most cutest innocence. They’ve decided to go on a date. It made me smile. It’s cute!

I did also watch a video where in which someone batted a tennis ball with a willy. Not by choice. Maybe by choice? Who knows?  It was hilarious, nonetheless. Who knew anyone could do that?

There was also a moment where in which my chicks friends decided to compare the worst looking guys they’ve ever been with. Lol. That certainly passed some time. It soon went back to boring.

Then ‘Fairytale Blond’ and I decided that we were emotionally needy (lol) and had brief chats on how guys were so different to girls. We’re both really different girls, yet both really similar when it comes to love and expression.

The day turned to night…It’s finally turned to night (Boooooooooyaaaaaaah) and all I can say, as i chill on my pretty flamingo sheets is..

‘Cya Wednesday…You were dull.’

Let’s hope tomorrow is glistened over with magic.

Send me excitement…..