Fights, Sulking & True Love…

I had such a stressy night. All was well. All was wonderful. The Babies and I were a delight. All was sound, as we gathered in our *comfies* and watched telly, by the Christmas tree, with snacks.

Junior got the ‘Special Mention’ at school, so was filled with happiness. Ruby was overjoyed that it was finally the weekend, so she could relax. They had survived their consecutive day, ‘School Accident Form’ doo/dah and life was simply BLISS. (Junior was cute because when passing, he heard teachers talking about Ruby in the office. She had just had a fall. He stopped and asked if he could go see her in her classroom. Once granted, he went in and hugged her, to make sure she was okay. Aww! Lol)

Bliss! Delight! Let’s Call Disney & Tell Them To Make A Movie!


…my Mum pops around, we have a massive fight, and everything turns to shit. We’re both really strong headed, so it’s annoying, when we bicker. The thing about my Mum is that, she’s about to go on Holiday for 2 weeks. Even though she loves a holiday, (don’t we all,) every single INCH of HER worries about the babies and I, during her absence. She a proper family woman. A great mum. But she’s nuts.

After the sharp bicker, that played almost like a swift, yet verbal knife throw, I got so bored of sitting there awkwardly, (y’know when you just sit there, being silent and pulling faces, so everyone in the room KNOWS your mad, Lol) that I did the only thing I knew how to do, as a daughter.

That was stand up, storm out of the room, perform a giant, angry hair toss, fling my glitter shoes at a wall and strut upstairs, stomping on every step. Haha. I then wet wiped all my face OFF, took off all my clothes OFF and with a *HUFF* went OFF to bed!!

All. Lights.Out.

The art of ‘SULKING’ is exhausting. I hate it. I tossed and turned all night.

I’m such a Sasserilla, when I think i’m right, that my opponent has NO CHANCE.

Then I had this dream that I was high in the sky, amongst the clouds , but falling out of a plane, tied to Talique from ‘I’m a Celebrity.’ I’m not sure if it was a ‘losing control’ kinda dream or a sexy one? I can’t quite decide? Haha. But yes, I’ve woken up fine, but stressed…even though everything’s kinda gone back to normal. It’s made me feel unbalanced.

We do this, The Wunna’s….We have these ‘Blow Outs’ and then everything goes back to normal, straight away…and mainly because if not, I WILL SULK FOREVER. 😉 I’m a proper grudge holder, until I hear a sincere apology.

Honestly, I’m awful for a ‘sulk sesh.’ I’m not really good at it, but I FULLY COMMIT to it. I’m loyal and brimming with pride. I’m also vain, so I like to look good when I sulk. Haha. It’s great when you’re sulking, after a fight with a guy who’s attracted to you, because their willies kick into action and you always win the war.

I think there’s a problem with me because there’s no grey area. There’s no fuzzy, static channel. It’s all swift flying emotion, or nothing at all. That’s with BOTH happiness & despair. I’d sort it, if I could be bothered.  But there’s cocktails to sip and I kinda like who I am.


(I currently have ‘Thanku, Next’ playing in the background. How is Ariana Grande’s voice so beautiful? She literally sounds like a dream. She can take any song and swirl it with a sound of smooth, angelic empowerment. I wish I could sing. I wish I could ice skate.)

So, I got this strange Snapchat message, yesterday evening. No. It wasn’t strange. It was actually lovely. Really lovely. The kind of message that I adore.

‘You’re so beautiful. X’

I’m classing it as ‘strange’ simply because I didn’t expect it to pop up, (I had to double take) and then I couldn’t decide if it was friendly, suggestive, by accident, all of the above, or even correct of him? I already know the guy closely. I just didn’t expect it, because he’s not in the correct ‘relationship status’ box.

That’s not cool.

However, I understand what he’ll be going through right now, because i’m going through the exact same thing…So he could’ve just had a couple of gins and let a mixture of his memories, his heart and his ‘really big’ willy take the lead.

I saved the conversation on purpose to terrify him…Boys sometimes need to feel terrified. They can’t have their cake and eat it. Even if they think they can…

I’m fine with the message though. I’ve done the ‘ginned up’ message numerous times, through life. So, I get it. My messages are always tragic though, because I don’t have a willy. (I might grow one, for kicks though.)

I wish I could just *blink* and be having fun in a Leeds cocktail bar right now.

Why am I so grumpy today???

I’m missing ‘The Swirl.’



Blogs, Boys & Heels…

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Gosh! Morning, my lil’ Twinkles! My delicious tickles of fancy. I have been SO UTTERLY *RUSHED* off my little kitten feet. It’s been mad. I’ve been busy. Yet in a way, I’m delighted, because I really do hope to one day ‘blink’ and see that ALL of my dreams have come true…and if that takes ‘busy,’ if that takes hard work,‘ than to me, I’m there. I’d rather do it, than ponder it..

TBone: ‘ It’s not what someone says, it’s always what they do…’

Especially when i’m in a productive frame of mind. Y’know, before cocktails get the better of me. Haha.

I reckon, if you can still commit to productivity, in a really great heels, you’ll smash life! 

(Oh! Wait! I thought I said that I was always gonna wear ‘flats’ now, after running for my life and falling over 40 times at Scare Kingdom?)

Nevermind. Ghosts & Kidnappers would just set me free anyway, because I’d definitely do their head in. My choice of footwear wouldn’t be an issue.

Kidnapper: ‘God! Let her OUT. Switch her for a better victim. Ooh. Shes wearing glitter heeled pumps from the ****** collection.’

I was talking to ‘Celeb Ghost Hunt’ Ash, the other day…He wants me to go on an investigation with him. I must be a sucker for terror. I hate being frightened. Haha.

Anyway, back to non frightening stuff…

I’ve travelled all over. I’ve been on shoots, auditions, i’ve been good, i’ve been bad, I’ve been influencing a jolly load, ready for the festive season. (Which is a REALLY BUSY time for everyone.) I’m also doing the single mum thing also, aren’t I? (I adore every INCH of the bambinos. Junior’s a delight. Ruby’s got her first set of glasses.) I wouldn’t have it any other way. They’re my world. I’m raising a Glamour puss and a Hero. Last night they both *shocked* themselves up, ran out of their rooms and got into my bed, because we all got lonely and afraid of the dark. Lol

Nobody likes to sleep alone. The only time i’m okay with it, is when i’m drunk and just need to pass out…still with my face on. (Which I don’t really recommend as a graceful little pastime. It only makes you feel worse in the morning,)

On the whole, I’m really happy, right now and when i’m this busy and this happy, it seems that I forget about my ever so rubbish love life.

I’m still 37. I’m still single. It ain’t that bad.

I’m happy a singleton. But after everything i’ve been through. The ups, the downs & the ‘mess me arounds’, i’m still not cautious.  (I still wear my heart on my sleeve.) I don’t know whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing? I very much trust people with my heart.  EVEN NOW I  still trust that they’re going to take care of it…..because firstly I see the beauty in everyone and secondly…because i’m probably foolish. Haha.

I never know if they see me as their ‘bitch,’ their ‘bed notch,‘ or their ‘baby for life? Haha..Sounds like a Fairytale. If I can’t decide, i’ll just sit back and leave it to them, to come forward and show me what category, I fall into.

If they don’t come forward then they’re weren’t for me. (I’ll just see it all as, ‘they weren’t that interested.’) I like a forward man. A brave one.

You know why? Probably because i’m not used to guys being romantically forward me with…It’s almost like they’re terrified to be? And I have no clue why? Whatsoever? I don’t get it? You’ll see a lot of guys openly comment on my pics etc, via my ‘socials.’ Yet, the majority of them don’t..and instead shoot in a sneaky DM. (That sounds naughty! Haha.) 

I literally get one almost every 2 minutes. 

However, in real life….If a guy actually fancies me…they’re usually forward to begin with and then stop being so forward…..It’s like they want ME to chase them?

When you’re a 30 something woman, nothing is worse than having to chase a guy for attention. I’ve done it lots, much to my own embarrassment. But I don’t do it, now. EVER. Who has the time or that? If someone wants to go on a date..They should just tell me. If they want to be with me…They shouldn’t be scared to say it.

Plus, i’m quite traditional when it comes to the chase..the ‘wooing.’ I like a boy to ‘hunt & gather,‘ as I ‘fan‘ myself prettily.

Guy friend: ‘You only like them to *hunt and chase* if you fancy them though. If you don’t, you always *shut* them down and we hate that. You make the approach extremely intimidating…’


I’ve decided to describe my love life like this….

It’s kinda like cleaning a window, with a raggy cloth. Some day, I’ll be able to see through the glass. 😉 

I bumped into my friend Shaun yesterday. He’s a bodyguard..

Shaun: ‘It’s not like the flipping movie Chrissie!!’

He’d just got back from London. I’d just got off a busy weekend. Plus, I’m actually looking for family security and safety, right now. A wee bit of close protection. Not all the time. Just when necessary. Sometimes, when we’re out as a family or i’m influencing something, people will stop to chatter or selfie with me. And I love that. Yet, they’ll just be ME & the babies. I need to make sure they’re always watched. I’m paranoid after some creepy guy, who only knew me from instagram, followed us around Doncaster & wouldn’t leave us alone & after a guy tried to glass another guy in a Manchester bar, because he was trying to hit on me?

I didn’t know either guy…I knew they were both trying to hit on me?

All I heard was the female manager shouting..

‘Get her out the way…’

Then guys and girls starting grabbing glass bottles and smashing them up against the bar, to use in a fight!


I wouldn’t have gone there if it was. 

The police even got called and the bar had to be shut down for the evening, It got that crazy.

I don’t get it?

So, it was good to briefly catch up, with Shaun.

Shaun: ‘You’re starting early…’

Me: ‘Haha. I know. I don’t even care.’

(I was sat in a quiet corner at The Mallard, in Doncaster.)

Me: ‘You’ve got luggage on wheels. I hate it when people have luggage on wheels. Haha.’ 

Shaun: ‘I feel like a Trolley Dolly, but i’m working it.’

So we discussed security, talked life, work and caught up…The we dashed off. (I didn’t end up posting my blog. When people I know come up to me and start chatting, that’s it, you can’t shut me up. I’ll just spend time with them instead. But I like that about me. I put LIVING life, BEFORE typing it out.)

I guess, I need to find balance. 😉

Then Sam ‘The Reecey Reece’ fest messaged me, to see when we could schedule in ‘catch up’ time. We’re like ‘ships passing in the night.’

‘Are you free on…?’

‘Are you?’

Then I just got on with life.

I’ve had so much fun over the weekend. I’ve worked. I’ve loved. I’ve lived. I’ve had the best time. I celebrated my Dad’s birthday on Saturday. I did Xscape, Castelford with the kids. We smashed ‘Nandos.’ I did Meadowhall. I wiggled at Wagamamas.

Just so much!

I’m so grateful for how well, everyone treated me, over that time!

It was actually Pete (Ruby’s Dad’s Birthday) on Sunday. But Ruby didn’t want to hang out with him, because she wanted to do Influencing with me at Meadowhall. Being Pete. he showed up at Meadowhall, with is bestie Jay, in dying hope that he’d get to spend some time with her new specs.

It worked…and we all ended up doing dinner together at Wagamamas, with my Mum & brother.

But I kinda like that, we co parent well. We haven’t been together for years. In fact 7 years…Yet, it’s great that we can all ‘kick it.’ Y’know, just chill and have a duck pancake together. Lol.

When co parenting works.

Anyway, about my love life…

The weird thing is, with me being busy and ‘forgetting’ about love…It seems, that gents are peeking back into Wunna Land and tapping on my glitter door, again.

I’m calling this time..

Operation ‘Blasts From The Pasts.’ 

A couple of guys that USED to fancy me,…seemed to have returned to my DM’s with a ‘Hey. How are you?’ One guy had actually started dating a girl, but she went through his phone and *blocked* me…Haha. He didn’t even realise, until one of his other friends pointed it out.

Safe to say…They’re no longer together. (But there you have it! You shouldn’t have chosen ‘The Crazy’ over me. Hhahaha.)

It’s all good fun. A laugh. We’re all making memories.

If i could tell you anything.

I’ll tell you that I was a really lucky girl. I’ll tell you to always chase your dreams and when you feel inspired, to act upon it. A dream doesn’t just have to be a ‘make believe‘ moment. You can at least TRY and make your reality. People do it every day. Why not you? I’m living proof.

Always be kind. Always do the things that make you happy. Don’t sacrifice your true happiness, to ‘run through the motions.’ Wake up. Feel the breeze, Go with it. Nothing is better than living you best life.

Don’t listen to anyone, or anything but your gut instinct. It will show you the right way. It will also tell you when you’re ready.

Always believe in love…

It is the ONLY thing, that is going to power you through the bad times and make the good times simply MAGICAL.

Preach over…

Have an amazing Tuesday….

I love you.





For Better or For Worse…



Morning all! You delicious demons of ‘Hey-Hey’ it’s Wednesday.’ Is it Wednesday?….Yeah…..It’s Wednesday.

I sort of had an emotionally rough night. The kinda night that didn’t have to turn out the way it did…but it did.

I woke up this morning at a halfway mark of ‘okay.’ A mark where you might just choose to wallop on a pity party, if you decided to give Wednesday a good old ‘white flag.’ A 50/50 mark, where you know you have a lot to feel blessed about, yet you selfishly feel that things could quite frankly ‘be better.’ It’s a limbo phase of *hazy-hazy*which rarely ever works positively for any passionate girl or even being. But this Wednesday, i’m wise enough to know that, we all at times go through this and the good thing about me, is that i’m darling bit of one who will always cling onto facts. And the only fact I know about storms and comedy  grey clouds, is that in the end, they simply lift. *Breathe here*

However then…and just as I was about to feel all sorry for myself and metaphorically throw myself over board..feed myself to the sharks :)…  my tiny,  Baby 2, loin fruit,

beamed at me with a look, a gummy smile and a distinct glint of ‘I love you.’ (Ruby however trumped. 🙂 )

And it was in that moment that I pulled myself together and realized how lucky I was!

Life (yes…i’m about to get preachy.) is a precious thing and the people you choose to love and do life with are highly precious also. Out of the gzillions of people in this entire mighty world…you chose that one person to share your tender heart with. Yet the lives that you bring into the world are an extension of what you believe in, which steps up your level of love, worth and importance. How you felt as child dictates how you are as an adult and often (according to a very delicious occupational therapist) having children can trigger off old memories that may have been unresolved within you…as can love, marriage, life or anything….It can make you do silly things, that lead you down a path that you never wished to go down. I had a wonderful childhood, which has helped me become an understanding parent. I have childhood memories that flourish like a dream,which I swirl around my own little children on a giant daily basis. I’ve had a dodgy love life, not all bad, not all good. Which makes me just an ‘alright’ girlfriend. Yet quite weirdly makes me an excellent wife. I’m a rubbish girlfriend, because I can’t operate on that level naturally. I enjoy stability. But I’m a GREAT WIFE and an even better MUM. And I stand by that with everything that I am.

I pulled myself together this morning because the lives i’ve brought into this world are more than absolutely worth it and i’m not stupid enough to take that or the meaning of ‘family’ for granted.

Rubes & Junior  make me loyal to life and make me have faith in that fact that it’s always going to be great. As soon as they beamed this morning, I  immediately smiled, giggled, cuddled them and well then totally did my face! 🙂 And if i’m honest…after everything I’ve been through in my love life, be it in good old Yorkshire or the glitz of Hollywood…Keiran has been a massive factor in making ‘love’ worth it. He’s made me understand romance the way a fairytale would write it and in love i’ve blessed his life with family, loyalty and maybe a sense of purpose and I want to focus on the good that we bring into one another’s life and not in a way that puts ‘the goodness’ in the past as a memory. But keeps it very present.

Last night….he ‘won’ and I put the art of winning in quotations simply because we’ve both been really stupid and when you scrape down to the very bottom of the wooden, barrel and think about what actually matters in life…like when you imagine your kids when they’re older, on their wedding days, when they’ve achieved or when they’re sad. Or imagine yourself on your death bed, in the last minutes before you pass…(very dramatic, I know…but bare with me here 🙂 It does happen and on a ‘moment’ basis ) …no one really wins, when the result of winning is breaking down something you truly love…which for both us is our a marriage and our family. There’s no winners when something that should be together is torn and separated in bits of love or distance.

We spent two years together and we loved hard, bickered hard, laughed hard, fought hard….all sorts. There’s been these really awful times, which have been overridden by these really magical times.

We’ve been really stupid because there have been times in our relationship when we’ve only cared about ourselves. During different stages of course and during different moments of security. Our relationship…and we’re now at a stage where we have wrongly coloured too aggressively ‘out the lines’ and all in I’d say 4 or 5 days…is weirdly still worth it, because when you’ve stripped the front of the dramatics away, from both of our beings as individuals, we’re really not that different from one another. Hence why during our the last 2 years, whenever he’s done something idiotic, i’ve managed to  understand and recoup. Plus, vice versa, whenever i’ve done anything idiotic..and we’ve both been pretty idiotic…he’s always understood and recouped. That just comes from being similar. We always said from the start, that we couldn’t believe how similar we actually were. So even though I might say, ‘Blah…blah…blah…this’ and he might fight back with a ‘blah…blah…blah…that,’ it’s all kinda just words and words that don’t mirror what our actual hearts might feel. It’s like being a two year old, when you want to go to bed, but your actually fighting your sleep…even though it’s not the best thing for you, or even what you truly want.

He’s done this, i’ve done that, he’s said this and i’ve said that…and yesterday..nobody won. No-one wins when no-ones happy. I know he’s not happy…he’s a family man and a husband and he enjoys that part of his life. I’m not happy…I’m a mother and a wife and i believe in togetherness, which we don’t have right now, but must sort out. I’ve learnt that breaking down love and families, when there’s still love and a family doesn’t work in anyones favour and simply because i’ve been on both ends of that. I’ve broken down a family…which I will always mark down as ‘wrong’ and i’ve been the subject of someone wanting to break down a family…which no doubt..he will also mark as wrong, because it’s not what he or either of us want in the long run, or even in the immediate.

I wish the ‘blah, blah, blah’ and the blame finger and the point scoring would stop (and I do mean by both of us) and in turn, as a result, I wish that everything that has wrongly occured, which doesn’t even need to be relived or spoken about with one another because we know what’s happened, we’ve both experienced it together, would just get filed away, as we both put our hands up to being idiots, say nothing more than ‘sorry’ to one another and agree to hold hands and go back to the good times…and without the if’s..and buts…and you said…whatnot. Just do love and do it simply. But more importantly unconditionally.

We didn’t get engaged after 5 weeks, raise Ruby, get married after 11 months, then carry and give birth to the most beautiful little boy, only three months ago, who was conceived on our wedding night..for nothing. Our family is worth more than that and in the words of my mum,who has been a good mum to both of us…

‘Chrissie, It doesn’t matter what anybody says, or what you two say to each other right now whilst you’re angry and upset. I know you both and I know you both well. Sometimes things have to go too far, in order to get back to where you want them to be and to appreciate the things you have, when you have them and I don’t mean in a you’ve lost me so live to regret it… kind of way. I mean that It’s like having everything, taking it for granted, then  losing everything, only to cherish it when your love & life turns back to where it was..and that’s for BOTH of you. You’re both great people and you’re both strong people. He didn’t marry a weak woman and he knows that & you didn’t marry a weak man & that’s what you’ve loved about him. When you’ve both breathed it out, actually looked at how great you both have it. Actually stopped being selfish and actually see what you both have in life…each other…Junior…Ruby…love…the world…and pretty much stop playing war…you’ll be okay. The sad thing…well the good thing should I say about it all, is that you both already know this..So you can both play the it’s over, i’m not calling or texting and i’m moving out game like 20 year olds…where you let down the family that you’ve created and worst of all you let down each other and yourselves…You two are really not good at being apart, whether you think you are or not. Or you can get your act together and lovingly fight for what you honestly from the bottom of your hearts think is right.  I’m 63! Grow up!’ 

(I always love how she ends her wisdom with an angry stunt of  ‘get the message.’ 🙂 )

So, now i’m pretty open to it all and I don’t like that it’s gone from this:


(Which is a picture I wanted to look back upon, when I was 80 years old and remember, as I told my great grandkids about the story, in my rocking chair, with my leoprint tea cosy and ‘think i’m still 20’ bloomers.)

To this:

So to anyone going through the same thing, or to those of you who are pregnant, or newlyweds, or even single, learning or happy…. My words of wisdom today are to only fight the fights, worth fighting and fight them when the whole result to that fight.. is something quite marvellous. Take your facts from things that are positive and give no focus to that of a negative nature.

Y’know, from a honest’ Mother’ point of view, I’ve never been worried or scared of raising Rubes on my own, because I know that i’m strong female role model for her..and I know that I can teach and guide her into flourishing as a GREAT WOMAN, filled with esteem. Yet with Junior, part of me feels naturally terrified when it comes to raising a boy and because I can love him with all that I am and teach him to be a boy, from a woman’s point of view..Yet I can’t teach him the little boy things like how to run fast, kick a ball, or even do a stand up wee.:(

However, saying that…maybe more little boys need to be loved, nurtured and raised from a woman’s standard of what is expected…then a new breed of ‘gentleman’ will grace this universe and that is a win, win for EVERYONE! As the saying goes…’Man UP’ Wunna. *Deep breath in….and out…..*