Courage, Va Voom & New Dates…

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Me: ‘Just help me hate him…..’

(I’d screenshot a pic of a dude..Oh fuck it…’The Swirl’ and drawn a tacky, free hand, red love heart around his head, lol  and sent it to her…my bestie…via Snapchat. Haha. Now, I am very aware, that i’ve just made myself sound moderately creepy. Yet, I do it all the time, for kicks. It’s jokes and funny, so shut the **** UP. 🙂 Only she would understand! 😉 Not you!!! J )

Firmonnell: ‘That’s easy. He ignored your last two messages. Fuck him. He’s so selfish. He only cares about himself. He doesn’t love anyone, BUT himself. I love you. Now, get yourself to Liverpool and have the most amazing time on your ‘date’ thing.’

And just like that, as she waved the flag for all things love, friendship, truth and ‘Girl Code,’ my self respect and kitty power *whooshed* straight back through my system. I grew 10 feet tall, slipped on a spikey set of heels and got to life, with a much more stable strut of ‘sass.’

Everyone needs a friendship like ours.

I love her so madly. No one can deliver the truth to me, better than Firmonnell.

Sometimes, you just need to hear something, don’t you? Even if your ears don’t like it…We girls kinda sell ourselves short all the time, don’t we? I’ve done it for years, when it’s come to men. I’m 37 years old and still learning…Lol. Know, that you’re not alone and know that you fucking need to KICK THE HABIT!!

Chicks R’us!

(I’m not meaning t be sexist. I’m only speaking for the girls, simply because I have no clue what it’s like being a guy and I am someone who believes we’re wired completely differently.)

Right, i’ve just shopped. I’ve just had a skype meeting in regards to work. I bumped into @kateslice28 at the Jeff Banks store, via my shopping totter…

Kateslice28: ‘She wants a job here…’

Dapper dude: ‘Oh! Well..hand your CV in to…’

Kateslice28: ‘She doesn’t really want a job here…’

Me: ‘Haha. My CV’s just a series of Insta pics. Here! Watch me do this…! Now, watch me do that!’

Then I left and bought Kylie Jenner nail polish, in the sale.

My life rocks.

I’m errand running today because I leave for Liverpool tomorrow, just for a night. I have my ‘friendly, meet up’ as I’m calling it, because I just don’t like the word ‘date’ anymore. It scares me and makes me feel awkward…and scares me…and makes me feel all awkward Lol.

Kateslice28: ‘I really don’t mean to make you feel more terrified than you already are! Haha. Sorry! But it’s the truth. It’s always awkward, at first. Just go. Have some fun!’

SHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….

It’s going to be a breeze. It’s an easy going ‘meet up’ for drinks, because ‘The Gent’ in question, will be shimming straight from work…and that’s better…as it helps take your mind off stuff, doesn’t it…? Plus, I will have had wine. So ofcourse, on the whole… that makes it much easy for ME!

I need a cocktail now.

I’m fuelled by fruity umbrella drinks. My bodies running out of whip.

Yet, yes. There’s nothing to be terrified of. He’s been nothing short of lovely, to me, so far.

Savannah B: ‘He still has time to stand you up.’

Me: ‘Haha. Get lost. He’s already done the *really excited* message. Saying that…I don’t actually know where i’m headed yet?’

I’m lucky. Life is good. My Insta Story is smashing views right now and i’m kinda loving that, because it makes me pull out ‘all the entertainment’ because i’m a show off.

LOOK AT MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeEE………….!

Everyone’s asking me about the ‘got my initials tattoed on him’ guy….He HAS given me a dare. Can’t remember if I told you, on the blog, or not? But I’ll be filling you in on all that… at the end of the week, I reckon? I kinda need to get Liverpool, work and babies out the way first. I’m excited to tell you everything, but right now I’m prioritising well…and getting my little life, jiggle on.

I will say that TODAY, I am on, DAY 18 of 21, of my ‘Breaking a bad habit’ ting. I can’t believe i’ve done 18 days. I can’t believe that I haven’t AT ALL relapsed and I can’t believe that i’ve suffered ever single withdrawal symptom and still just got on with being a champion, with a hair toss and a smile. (I’m not even as pathetic as I thought. Wait. I never thought I was pathetic. I wouldn’t have done it, if I knew I wasn’t flourishing with will power.)

Anyway…

They say it takes 21 days to break any habit. Once i’m at day 23, i’ll know that i’ve actually done it!

I will be rewarding myself greatly!!!

(I love how everyone thought it was drinking….I received so many messages about it. But yes, it’s not. Everyone needs a vice, and  a ‘tipple’ is certainly mine.)

Aww! I forgot to tell you..

‘Tats’ (do you remember me talking about him in a previous blog? If not, ‘search’ him.) Anyway, he sent me a message on Saturday night. Well, no..it was early Sunday morning and just read…

‘Hey..’

He does that all the time, as he searches for…well….Anyway….

I like ‘Tats,’ I always have and I think he’s sweet. Yet he only messages me now, during the ‘early hours’ and we all know what that means…and although it’s  flattering…if you don’t do things the proper way…I guess, after everything i’ve learnt or been through along the way, in life…I just can’t take it seriously, until they do?

I’m worth more than that…

(I know, you’re not reading this…but I wish you were…)

Things are really exciting for me, right now. I don’t know where my story ends? I just know that every single piece of it, seems to be worth it. I kinda look around me every single day, hoping for the best…yet expecting nothing without the art of hard work, or ‘magic.’

I know that dreams come true. I certainly don’t know how? Is it hard work? Is it fate? Who knows?? YET, what i’m sure of, when it comes to this little thing called ‘life,’ is that we’re all kinda in this together….be you in flats, heels or barefooted.

Thank you for following my life…

Chrissie x

All the F****

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PR: ‘I don’t know what the F*** you think you’re doing, with this whole impromptu *win a date for a dare* thing?  Lol…You can’t just go around doing his dares, if they aren’t….’

ME: ‘It’s fun! It just happened by accident on my *Ask Me Anything.* Don’t blame me! Blame Insta! Haha. He hasn’t done it yet! So far, it’s just banter. Relax.’

PR: ‘If he wins a date…’

Me: ‘He probably will, as I’d rather have a couple rums, than subject myself to disturbing Tom Foolery.’

PR: ‘Stop, fucking talking over me. Haha. If he wins a date…You’re taking security. You don’t even know him. I’m coming too.’

Me: ‘Ugh. It’s not a PR operation. *Oh! Hi, Winner! Meet my PR & this giant mountain of a man, who will head butt you, if you annoy me…Romance is alive.’ 

PR: ‘Does it look like he’s gonna do it?’

Me: ‘Yeah. He looks tattooey. He even sent me a picture of what he’s thinking about getting done! He looks like he gets inked every 2 weeks… 🙂 🙂 🙂 ‘

And with a roll of her eyes and wiggle from Wunna Land, laughter filled the room, after a three second *pause* of fear and worry.

People worry too much.

Don’t!! It’s STICKY.

I’m an adventurer. I’m a life spirit. Even though i’m much more sensible and tame in my old age…The flirty 30’s. The wild streak, is just something, you can’t scrub off with a loofah. No matter how hard to scrubble.

It’s these moments that bring ‘magic,’ back to your life. It’ll be a memory. A forever, memory! Plus, I think he SHOULD get rewarded for being so bold. Being so fun! I’m grateful for people like him.

I love excitement. I live for it….Of course, with a side of love and a ‘swing’ of a great handbag. 

To be honest…

..I actually, think i’ve been accidentally, CLEVER about all this. Yes, it happened by accident, but  I decided to EMBRACE IT. Lots of people don’t other. I try and engage and appreciate, ALL the time.

I’m an entertainer. But I’m an entertainer, a model, a blogger…of the NEW kind…FRESH SLIDES…

I’m the innovative kind, where YOU can actually come be a PART OF MY ‘SHOW.’ Be a part of Wunna Land. Do life properly and connect with me, as our life paths cross. This blog has literally turned into a written word, reality show. It’s interactive…It’s modern. It’s what I used to talk about 10 years ago..But now it’s kinda happening.

It’s cool…

That Psychic in West Hollywood..2004. At 7.19 pm. It was  Tuesday night in LA.

( I was in jeans and this shit read belly top, that read ‘Manteaser‘ on it, instead of ‘Malteasers. WHAT THE FUCK WAS I WEARING!! And why did I start the blog with a F***, if I was just going to go ahead and swear anyway? Haha. Why do I bother, trying to be decent?)

Psychic: ‘You will start to write something, that will be the something that will eventually put your name in lights. Big lights… Opportunities, are gonna come your way..’

‘I’m a model. But I want to be a Popstar. I’ve just recorded a song with Capital Records..and..’

‘That will never happen. You’ll stay a model. You’ll actually become an actress. That is what you’re naturally good at. You’re a good model, because you’re a phenomenal actress. You’re a talent. But you’ll start to write something…and that is what will make you.You’re going to be a star. All I can see, is your name in lights…Do you have a diary?’

‘No…Anyway, what about my love life..’

( I walked out feeling unfulfilled.) 

WHY DO I ALWAYS RAMBLE!!!???!

Right. So yes! Lots of work. Lots of attention on my social stories right now. I thank you for that and all your messages of support! I put a lot into them…and I know it all seems ‘banter,’ but I do work hard for a ‘like‘ or a bit of ‘look at me.’ 

Hahaha…

..and without you responding, I wouldn’t have a story to tell. That’s why I love my ‘Ask me anything‘ because everyday, I get to learn about YOU,  from your questions, as you learn about ME. I actualyl never feel lonely because of it…

I love people…

Plus, with me NOT being as ‘out and about‘ as usual, due to my 21 day thing, it helps to keep my juicy flow of banter… alive.

I’m on Day 13! It’s almost getting harder now.

21 Days!!! Just Breathe OUT, Wunna!

(Lots of messages about this. But I just want to do it privately, for now. Then I’ll make you applaud me, once I know I’m steady, on good solid ground. 🙂 Oh and don’t fret. It’s not anything crazy. I’m not a massive druggie or anything. It’s just a habit, a wee little habit, that I needed to kick.)

Okay, to my love life…

(There’s literally not enough hours in the fucking day. I keep running through, all the things that I need to do, before the school run!! Utilize time! Utilize, time!  

So! Remember that I told you that I was going to meet ‘The Gent’ on the 18th, for a ‘friendly’ meet up. Well, it’s kinda like a date…but without the rigid formality. My chick friend wanted him to stand me up, because she wanted me to delusionally pine over ‘T Bone.’

I sent ‘T Bone’ a message yesterday. He opened and maybe with a shrug of disinterest, he didn’t respond. He had better life ‘tings’ to do. Haha.. He usually replies…Briefly. So he’s either just focusing on work, doesn’t fancy me anymore, busy, or is with someone…

Simples…

Break it down, Chicks!

*Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…*

‘The Older Gent’ who sent me his first message a couple weeks ago, got in touch with me over the last few days and has no intention of ‘standing up’ Wunna Land. In fact, he seems pretty organised. He seems pretty ‘together.’ Pretty stable and grown. He seems reliable. He works hard. He kept his word. He’s a father. Ex Pro Footballer. Retired. Now a pundit.  But most of all, he seems to care about my potential ‘maybe’ needs? He’s attentive. He’s nurturing. He’s really intelligent, without being boring. He’s flying in for work, from a different nearby country.

He seems lovely…

…and that’s refreshing, because the guys I meet, usually care about themselves FIRST, before anyone..Well any chick, that is. Or maybe, it’s just me? I’ve never really encountered any decent gent, (aside from one) who knew how to care for me, or look after me, without a prompt. Or without reading from the ‘Charm Script.’

Maybe that comes with age?

No, that’s wrong. I’m not ageist. It comes from life experience. Being lovely and respectful is just something you are. It’s not something you do because of an age.

T Bone is actually ALSO, lovely and respectful. But, right now, he needs to do him…and IS. I can’t knock him for that. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind dying a legend. Deservedly. However, what he doesn’t realize is that he already will. A great deal of people, including myself, respect what he’s already achieved in his life. I’m inspired by him.

(He’s occupation is also…football. He’s moved to the other side of the world, right now.) 

Anyway…That’s T Bone…aka The Swirl.

Back to ‘The Gent’….

On the 18th,  I’m going to meet The Gent in Liverpool, after he’s flown in and worked. I’ve never met before? I don’t know him?

Me: I need a new outfit and new hair!

Lizzie P: ‘Why do you need to spend so much money on looking good, when he’s only going to treat you badly, in the end? They always start off being lovely. T Bone was FILLED with loveliness and excitement at first.’

Me: ‘Hi. I’m Chrissie. I’m a glamour puss. You know that! I don’t live LIFE, like that! I want to look nice. If it goes well, then great. If it doesn’t then..Hey I looked fabulous! He’ll remember that! Haha.’ 

Lizzie P: ‘We’ll see…’

Then she shakes he head at me and walks off. Lol.

So much is going on? Real Dates. Old Flames. New Habit Breaks. Tattoo challenges.. Insta Love. All the work. Good friends. Family. Babies…

All sorts…

I kinda need a vino…

Chrissie x

Ps: Miss. (Does PR) Murphy, was on a late night train from Yorkshire to Essex last night, after approximately ‘seven wines’ and got excited about my MadLipz, Voice Over App. An app where you can put your own voice and words, over famous movie & tv scenes. I’m addicted. Mine have been ACE.  She downloaded the app. on the train, last night,en route to Essex, after a…

‘WTF is this??’

It ended like this…

‘Shit! I just opened it on the train and it was some violent swearing scene! Hahaha.’

I’m sure she was fine. Everyone loves a ‘seven wines and swearing’ combo.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dares For A Date, Road Beef & 21 Days..

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Today is ace. Sunday is always my favourite day. It’s like a peach and Malibu cocktail, with a tangy thong of ‘ooh.’ There’s a chilled sweetness to it, isn’t there?

I’m feeling wonderful. I’m looking better than I thought. 😉

*Purr Here…*

I can’t remember if I told you? But i’ve been breaking a bad habit? I might have said it on my Insta Story instead? But, without me going into it, because I’m weird like that (lol.) I’m SO open, about everything, all sorts, literally enough to make you blush and call a Doctor. HOWEVER, if I NEED to ‘conquer‘ something personally, that i’m gonna find a bit of a ‘TASK,’ I’ll always do it privately, under my ‘hush hush‘ brolly, like an insecure, oriental pixie.

(I’ll only tell a couple people, who I know won’t nag me about it. I hate ‘naggers.’ I’m too rebellious, once I hear a ‘nag.’ They get me all guns blazing, with my knickers in a tight, diva twist.)

Anyway. I’ve just passed Day 10, of my ‘breaking’ of bad habit & I’m really proud of myself, because I really didn’t think I could even get this far! Haha. FFs.

First Week Smashed. Ping off that bra and shout a Hail Mary!

I’ve said it before, it takes 21 days to break a habit…COLD TURKEY. (Use this when it comes to anything emotional, physical or mental. It’s a game of will power.)

21 DAYS!

I’m not far off now. So when I get to Thursday Sept 20th… I’ve done it. I’ve hit it. I’ve smacked it’s little booty and winked at it on the ‘naughty step.’ 

I’m actually going to treat myself after that. Like a reward for conquering a ‘glamour pussy’ demon.

What do they say?

‘Strength doesn’t come from doing what you can already DO! It comes from accomplishing the things, you never imagined you could conquer…’

Something, i’ve done all the way through my life. I always say, i wish you could see into my head and witness, all that i’ve seen all through my life.

(Currently getting a Flashback or riding down the escalator, outside Crunch Gym, on Sunset Blvd, in West Hollywood, with Joseph Fiennes, who was in town to film a movie. I think it was ‘Running with Scissors?’ He had a baseball cap on and was telling me he was Irish? Weird time to flash back THAT moment??) 

I was only a 23 year old kid. We’d been flirting for about a day…Lol.

You know what I’m like. I was all a flutter…He just probably thought I was fit…or cute…or whatever? ‘Road Beef’ is what I used to call my LA chick friend Jen. Hahah. (She used to always date these sportsmen. These athletes.  These American football players & Baseball Players.)

I’d always date an Actor, or a model…Yet, only because they were the ONLY guys around me, really….

Jen: ‘I’m driving to Anaheim today..I’m gonna go see him. He’s BBM’ed me.’

Me: ‘Haha. Don’t do that! You’re totally Road Beef. Lol’

(Even though I would do the same. I just wear my little heart on my sleeve and I always have. I like that about me though. I’d rather be that, than be incapable of loving. To me, that’s a travesty. A life without true love, is no life at all.) 

She’s finally happy, settled (Girls settle down much later in Hollywood)  and she’s just had her first gorgeous baby. I’m still…well..probably ‘Road beef’…But with a family…Haha.

I’m headed into a lucky time. A juicy time. A good time of work, excitement and new adventures. You know how much I love an adventure. My spirit is wild. I never want to feel tamed. There’s a lot of opportunity a brewing for us all and it’s making me feel delicious. I have a lot of news and I’ve changed everything around ‘personally,’ for it.

There’s something in the air, in Wunna Land, right now. The babies and I can feel it.

Even Ruby has a glint in her eye…

(She’s like a machine of magic, that girl…She’s grown straight into being….Lil’ Miss.Wunna, I guess? You wouldn’t think, but it’s kinda by accident, because I always encourage the kids, to simply BE THEM. But hey..If the crown fits? 😉 )

I will tell you, that I thought I was gonna have a quiet Sunday of putting my Depop store together. Yet, I got side tracked, because during my ‘Ask Me Anything‘ on Insta…a guy propositioned me to a GAME OF DARES….

I’m up for a dare. Why not? It’s life…

I came straight in…with a…

‘If you get my initials tattooed on you..’ (fyi, I don’t know this guy personally, at all..He’s a big Wunna Land Fan and I love that!) 

He immediately took the challenge,

‘I’m next in Thursday evening for ink, so I’ll film it being done, then send it to you…’

WHAT! WOW!

Then he came back and challenged me…

‘Ok, no problem…But then you’ll have to do my dare…’

If he went through with it….(Do know that it was just banter…I just said it to terrify him…But he wasn’t scared. Lol) I told him he’s win a date, if he did…and he will, if he does…

However, he would have to chose between DATE or Dare.

His Reply…

*Hit Play…*

SO, IT’S ON!!!

I love a challenge. I’m not backing down. If he wins, he’ll WIN A DATE. (Something that as a Wunna Land Fan, he’s requested for months.) If I win, he pretty much said…

We’ll see! Let’s play! I love that he had a sense of adventure. It’s yummy. More guys are scared of me, than they are bold, with me. I like it. There you have it. I’m playing ‘Dares For A Date’ with a Wunna Insta Story Fan.

Makes sense to me! Lol. Yay! SUNDAY!

What did you get up toooooo? 

I’ll be seeing ya! I’ve got work to do…

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Ps/ Junior got a ‘Special Mention Certificate’ on Friday at school. 😉 Miss. Murphy (who I love,) sent me a message, after reading my blog. (Our babies are in school together…) Her baby son Ray, told her, that Junior got called up for his mini certificate, but was too terrified to walk up and receive it. His best, school buddy friend, saw this and walked him up there, to help him feel bold. Awww! How magical! It melted my heart. It gave him all the confidence he needed. I love Miss. Murphy…He’s like the liquor in your cocktail..Not just the garnish. 😉

 

 

 

New Dates, Mates & Old Flames…

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LA Bestie: ‘How the hell are you still alone’

Me: ‘Haha. Wow! Cheers. Stop saying ALONE at me. I’m fine. FFs.’

LA Bestie: ‘I actually meant ALIVE. Lol. I really did.’

Me: ‘Oh? That…I definitely don’t know! Just lucky aren’t I. 😉 I need a fresh orange juice..’

LA Bestie: ‘What?? Honestly. What has happened to you?? Dead to me. Orange juice?’ 

Me: ‘IN MY MALIBU, you idiot. I don’t order juice.’

How’ve you all been? I’ve had to take a few days off blogging, because work, auditions. socializing, surprises, shocks and single mum life sped into a WHOLE different lane and I was pretty much slow jogging in stillettos behind. If i didn’t hit *pause* I would’ve lost the plot!

I like to keep on top of things. I’m not one to lag behind with ease… 

I hate not managing things appropriately. It stresses me out.

So yeah, right now, my life’s not easy.  I’m happy. But it ain’t easy. It’s a really hard juggle, to be honest. But THANK GOD, i’m back to ‘tipper tappering’ at my laptop, because I swear, it’s my saving grace. (Well, once I get my ‘swing’ back, anyhow. At first it’s shit and definitely feels like it needs rum cocktails pouring all over it.)

RUM TING PLEASE…

I’m just gonna jump the gun and tell you that I got this voice note, the other day, that followed a message. Remember I told you that a few weeks ago, a guy, a lovely older gentleman, had tinkered into my DM’s.

I’ve hardly ever been on a date with anyone older than me…I don’t know why? Maybe because my surroundings are always young. The last older guy, that I actually went on a date with…was Matt Dillon..whilst I was in LA. 

Crackers innit!

(Wait, I’ve lied. both ‘London Business Man’ and ‘Eton Mess’ were older than me. Yet, only by a couple years…They kinda seem boyish in comparison to the ‘voice note’ guy Yet, they’re both happily in relationships now…& I’m happy for them, as they certainly weren’t right for me. I can be treated better than that.) 

ANYWAY….The Gentleman..

He initially messaged me with a picture and then a couple voice notes…and I liked it, because hearing someones voice makes a difference. (Not my awful voice though.) But it’s true…A voice or a video helps a connection… doesn’t it?

I felt that he was SO polite and gentle, yet sweet and fun. He was really respectful. He wasn’t smutty. He led with his romantic foot forward. And I am ever so used to hearing smut, or the game of charm.

I mean, remember that also a couple weeks ago, a German footballer, slid into my insta DM’s…and was pretty much the opposite. He started with the usual ‘you’re beautiful’ stuff…then led it straight to the land of Smut.

I get that…it’s fine…However…

..at that point, I just ignored him…cos whatever…I’m too old for that shit.

Anyway, the other guy, who I always label a ‘gentleman.’ (I say label, because I haven’t actually spoken to him much and I’ve certainly never met him.) Back to the point..He sent me a message at the weekend…Was it Friday? AGAIN, followed by a voice note.

I like a surprise voice note..or video.

It helps me connect faster…(I’ve said that already, haven’t I?) 

Weeks ago, and I did blog this, he had asked if I’d like to go on a ‘friendly dinner,‘ with him, to ‘say hi, properly.’ He doesn’t live in the country, yet obviously he ventures to the UK quite a lot with work. His occupation…Pundit. He’s a retired footballer.

I should balls and a nets for my yard of milkshake, as it seems they’re the only guys that want to play Wunna Land, right now? They find me..

So, I get this message, at the weekend, saying that he’ll be over here on 18th…for work and it would be lovely to meet me.

Wow! Impressed!

I get asked out quite a lot…(that isn’t meant to sound conceited…it’s just the truth and we love a bit of truth in Wunna Land.) I always say ‘no.’ Or just ignore the message. I mean, I must be a sucker for eternal loneliness, because I definitely would love to find my Mr.Right, yet I ignore everyone who DM’s me. Lol.

It’s because i’m a happy singleton.

I’m never miserable about single life. I enjoy life. I still enjoy love. I’m just one of those chicks, who is sure my Knight will saunter up out of nowhere…one day, when he’s had his tea and ready. 

Fate will force him to…

Anyway, I haven’t ignored this ‘gentleman.‘ I need to give him a nickname, don’t I? That’ll come. Yet, bottom line…I’ve agreed to go meet him for ‘friendly dinnering,’ simply because he was so utterly and sincerely sweet to me via voice note. He treated me really normally, yet like a lady. He sounded nurturing and I love nurturing ‘I’ll keep you safe ‘ kinda men.

So, we’ll see what happens…I’m open to it..

I feel like i’ve had this really fun Summer of debauchery and irresponsible, sunshiny behaviour. We’ll all remember Summer ’18. It was fun. Yet, I kinda miss focusing on what i’m doing. Glamorously, of course.  I love what I do and I love what I have…and I’m really lucky, to have the mini opportunities, come my way…Hopefully, one day, the mini ones, will turn into BIG ones.

If i’m being honest…

I kinda started to feel stifled, over the last couple weeks and I’ve been on the search for excitement and adventure. A new chapter, with more balance. You’re a product of your environment..I was becoming one…and not being a chick to enjoy the ‘same old ting,’ I got my balance sorted.

I found me a new chapter..

(…and it took nothing but determination.. Something I am oozed in.)

I’ve been with my family. (My strength.)  I’ve been with the kids. (My world.) I’ve worked hard, (my passion)… auditioned lots (my challenge)..and still managed to cocktail my way to happiness, whilst being over eyelashes, boobied and fully lipped. (Just who I am.)

Let’s *clink* wine glasses to that!

Summer 2018, was really important to me, because I learnt a lot about myself…and I was actually a little broken hearted, through it. Hence why I celebrated, enjoyed and drank a lot. Well, I say broken hearted…but I began with a solid stance. Then emotionally ventured to ‘all over the place,’ which led me to naughty fun (because of course I’m that way inclined..) and was left with my eyes open...WIDE open…my ears a listening (they could hear everything once more)…and as I screwed my head back on, bundled up my heart strings, back into my hands, ready for the next round of blissful, romantic tugging…I realized that my mind, my gut…my body…my everything…just kept lulling back to, reflecting back to…and utterly missing….(back to…lol)…..

..The Swirl.

(Who I renamed ‘T Bone.’)

So, I know that i’m not gonna to go through life, without encountering ‘T Bone’ again…I mean, I might do? But I doubt it, because we get on so well…

My gut just tells me…

Yet the timing of it all…. ‘our ting,’ has always been off. Life has never cut me some slack with that old timing shindig. But I’m willing to see and willing to wait on it.

Right now, he’s no where near me, he recently moved to another country for work…and he’s pretty focused on that and doing his version of life out there.

So, now that i’ve done my Summer of ‘heartache’ (lol…a heartache, that I didn’t realize was happening…) I’m pretty ready to explore…and let my little kitty eyes, take a peeky and who else, of DECENT POTENTIAL…that i’m attracted to… is a knocking?

Right?

September 18th…’Friendly dinner,’ here I come…

Ps? I keep getting a Flashback of Ms.Derry, being sat on the  ‘door wide open’ loo, with her leopard print shorts down by her ankles, as she wee’d, told me she fractured her hand, because she fell, whilst flamenco dancing down the pavement. She was in those shorts, that night too.

Then she wiped up, jumped up, pulled this make up stamper thing, out of her hand bag and stamped my hand with a tiny, black love heart.

It was beautiful. Made me smile.

Be beautiful always…

Girls Night, Flirts & Extra Big Gin Pours

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Hiya! I know it’s been ages since a blog. You’ve all had a moan at me. Lol. But I’m here! It’s been mental. There’s been all kinds of influencing, work and fun. The babies have been auditioning. I’ve been auditioning. We’ve been keeping our sparkle a float, booz!

I’ve just been enjoying myself really, with friends, family…andyone who wants to join the conga line of fun. The kids go back to school soon, so I wanna make sure I embrace my time with them, which is a tinker of a juggle, due to work and baby daddy exchanges. YET, completely worth it, worth it, worth it!

I’ve still been out and about, i’ve lunched, I’ve shopped, i’ve tippled and loved. Therefore, bit by bit, i’ll shimmie my story of the last few days out to you…because i’ve literally done SO much, that I wouldn’t even know where to begin?

I’ve been everywhere & always with a cocktail in my hand!

I think i’ve also ‘sassed up’ a little bit actually. My inner ‘diva’ seems to be swirling through my system right now. I’m strutting about like a ‘girl boss,’ without a care in the world. But there’s a smile in my heart…and a ‘dolly’ warmth, that you should absolutely be terrified of.

Anyway… *Rein me in*….I’ll start here…

Okay, so, the other evening I got to hang out with my ‘Firmonnell’ and ‘Hustle Barbie.’ We’ve been through so much together. I mean, we’ve watched each other laugh, cry, lie, win and fall. We’re all single. We’re all sexy. We’re all drinkers, thinkers and really good winkers. 😉 They’re now roomies (after hot little breakups)  and they’re a couple of my closest chick friends.

I adore them because whenever I hang out with them, a magic happens.  We’re alive, with no judgements, no fear…just fun! And just recently, when i’m not at work or with my babies, i’ve been feeling quite bored. I’ve been looking around me and yawning. I’m an exciting girl and I need adventure. So a girls nights with them, was a really good fix of fun. It reminded of me of who I was again…

Sling back that fruity gin & adjust that flipping wonderbra.

‘Are you in pants?’

Me: ‘Don’t be so stupid… It’s a night out. I never where pants.’

The good things is, whenever we’re out…the boys just seem to flock? (It’s a good mixture of boobies, banter, good looks and energy. Lol)

Firmonnell: ‘Well, fill me in then. I don’t  wanna talk about your work. Who are you dating? Who you sleeping with?’

Hustle: ‘I feel overdressed. Take a picture of me! A smiling one and a non smiling one. I don’t like that one. You’re shit at picture taking.’

Me: ‘I’ve drank all day since 12.01.’

Remember… ‘Firmonnell’ is literally my bestest, best friend EVER and she is probably the only human in the glittery world, who actually knows EVERYTHING about me. I tell her everything…without censor, or an ‘untruth’ tag, swinging from it.

Laaa Deee Daaa…

I always think, people sometimes assume they know a lot about me…But ‘Firmonnell’ with a* finger snap* and a *hip bump* ACTUALLY does!! Her red stiletto is firmly STAMPED in  the heart of Wunna Land…emotionally, physically and mentally. Plus, both Hustle and Firmonnell, are the kind of friends, who just make things easier on you, without drama.

Firmonnell: ‘I found a diary….’

Me: ‘Ooh, I love a diary…’

Firmonnell:….’ of when I lost my virginity.’

She couldn’t tell if she’d lost it or not…? Lol.  I mean does 2 minutes count? But honestly, does it? As I’m sure I could go back in time and start crossing boys off my list, if it doesn’t??

Losing your virginity is awful.  But the first time you do anything in life, (well, the things that people wrongly underline as a taboo).…You’ll always find is shit. Debauchery really is a habit, one that is created due to consistency…It’s a pastime i’ve nailed over the years.

Hurrah! Sinning for everyone!

Anyway, double gins were poured, I had Peroni’s, before wine because I wanted to line my tummy. I’d been at Clam & Cork in Doncaster (It’s a new trendy seafood & champagne bar, set in the market) and I’d  had oysters all day for lunch, before girls night! 😉 I loved the Clam & Cork by the way. You should all go! It’s such a clever little idea and literally the service and food was DIVINE.

There’s a coolness to it.

The oyster thing did kinda worry me though, because I know that oysters are meant to make you horny? I didn’t wanna do GIRLS NIGHT, feeling  like I needed to dry hump a lamppost. So I had a Guinness straight afterward, at the nearest pub because I thought it would cancel out any aphrodisiac. I don’t know why, I thought that? Haha. Welcome to my mind. It’s the same logic I use for Bloody Mary’s…

‘Techincally it’s food, because it’s got tomatoes in… You call it cocktail. I call it breakfast.’

(I’ve actually had hundreds of Bloody Mary’s for breakfast before, in my time.)

And chewing gum…

‘Technically, it’s a snack…You’re chewing…’

Back to girls night…..

Before you know it, we sort of went from 0 to hero in seconds, and surrendered to a innocent fun, that was dashed in ‘little girl’ excitement. We’re all so alive right now and young spirited. We’re flirty. Yes. But when were out, we’re kind of in own little bubble of fun, that we don’t really care about what’s going on around us. We’ll talk to everyone…and we did. We’ll sing, we’ll dance, we’ll selfie…we’ll laugh at each other’s pain.

Yet, these guys had shown up…

Hustle: ‘Ron’s coming with his mates… Can we all just be lovely and say nothing please…’

I LOVE HER.

(Hasn’t Hustle just had her Vagina BLESSED in Bali? I swear that makes it’s squeaky clean and innocent with a cherry on top? I’m sure the Bali Gods, erased all vagina history.)

Basically…’Hustle Barbie’ invited a guy, who she fancies...(which is always fun)…for drinks.

One minute he was called Anthony. The next minute his name was ‘Ron’ (because he’s apparently so obsessed with ‘Harry Potter.’)

Me: ‘Ewww! NO! I hate that! Don’t date a crazy Harry Potter fan.’

Firmonnell: ‘He’ll always be Ron and never Harry.’

Me: ‘That’s too much for me…

He was thoughtful though, because he tended to ‘Hustle’s’  vegan values. He  didn’t want her to witness his friends ripping chicken off the bone, with their teeth, like savages, during a late dinner…So he *paused* their rendezvous, until no drippy, ‘finger licking’ chicken munching, could be ever seen.  So romantic of him!

Thoughtfulness is the new sexy.

Last year, I kept trying to be vegan….Well, not Vegan…more veggie… with Hustle Barbie.  Yet I caved and had a bag of pork scratchings…. because i’m such a good support system. 🙂

TEAM GLAM SQUAD. That’s life!

Anyway, ‘Ron’ brought two mates with him….I didn’t know them? They were quite quiet.  ‘Firmonnell’ tried to make one of them guess her name…and he went with…

‘JANE.’

Me: HAHAHAHAHA!

Firmonnell: ‘Errrugh! As if you think I look like a JANE.’

Boy: ‘Sally?’

Firmonnell: ‘I like Autumn. Autumn Costello.’

Me: ‘You look like an Autumn!!! ‘

Hustle: ‘We look like Autumn, Summer & Winter. You look so Asian today Chrissie?’

Me: ‘I am Asian???’

Anyway, that guy got bored and left Firmonnell & I outside, after we told him how shit he was at name guessing… So we found new friends to play ‘banter’ with. ..and it was so much more good fun, than just sitting….and nodding…..around appalling name guessing games, tits, red lipstick and muscles.

It turned into the best time!

When it comes to guys, I like you to look good, sure!  YET, I adore a good solid bit of banter! Or someone who is smoooooth with the charm. I want them to care for me, look after me and make me laugh. A six pack can’t do that!

Hustle: ‘Why have you taken your hands out of your hand bag??? Keep them in there, bitch!’

(Just one of their sick, twisted roomie wife games.)

Me: ‘My wine’s gone straight to my head.’

Firmonnell: ‘Is that the guy who you went in the bush with??? The anal guy! Haha’

Me: ‘Yeah..’

Firmonnell: ‘Good! Let’s go talk to him…I love that I called him poor..’

Me: ‘Haha. Well, He shouldn’t go on my phone, if he can’t handle the banter..’

We all chatted, as Hustle began to sophisticatedly seduce ‘Ron’ in the distance, …then Firmonnell decided to call the bush boy ‘poor’ AGAIN…and after laughs, he stated that he was gonna ‘Piss on her house.’

Yippppeeeee!

Drinking, drinking, selfie taking….

Hustle: ‘Shall we go to Tap & Barrel?’

Boys: ‘Girls! Come!’

Me: ‘I’m not going into town..’

Firmonnell: ‘I’m not leaving yet!’

Boys: ‘We’ll go to that gin bar…’

Then Hustle and Ron decided to have private words of love over gin, in some corner…So we all went outside. Then ‘Firmonnell’ told Reece & Ben that they were being so boring.

Boys: ‘What! You left to go sit somewhere else!’

Firmonnell: ‘Yes….ON AN EMPTY TABLE BECAUSE IT WAS MORE FUN THAN YOU.’

Hahah. I love her.

Boys: ‘We’re not the boring ones.  HE IS, inside..’

Firmonnell: ‘You’ve just been sat there with ya muscles, being dull and square..’

Boys: ‘ Well, I’ll not train shoulders for a week then, so I look fun, shall I!!!’

Then weirdly, the stars twinkled above us and because ‘Firmonnell’ has a way of just knowing how to win people over….ALL of  sudden, the tight tshirted, muscle bound toyboys, were our besties??

They were laughing and bantering, flirting and shirting…and the world had taken a turn..

Reece: ‘Where’s Bruce?’

Me: ‘Who’s Bruce?’

Firmonnell: ‘We call him Ron… Don’t tell him though…’

Me: ‘Why is he called Anthony, Ron AND Bruce??’

Reece: ‘When he was young, he was really chubby and we called him Bruce because he had a stutter?’

I’m not sure how that makes ANY sense at all? Yet, they did then try to force us to call Ron, ‘Bruce’ and make him feel awkward, because then he would stutter.

AAAAAWWWwwwwwwww! Noooooooooo! I’m a NO BULLY ZONE.

We couldn’t be arsed…

Anyway, they all ventured to play ‘party’ on new razzly pastures…and ended up at the new cocktail bar, Mxyology. I stayed in the pub and chilled with a different Antony…who ended up with a red studded dog lease around his neck, before he tried to then go on to steal the actual dog. This was a lady named Marie told me thather husband where’s her under garments…

No. Wait…

Leggings. 😉

Happy Wednesday.

I had a good news phone call today!

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I did Tattu, Leeds

‘Hi! Are you eating? Or are you just drinking today?’ 

(It was delivered to me with such panache. There was a stylish warmth. A professional flirtiness. A kindness. A gentleness. A sensual classiness. Yet, a charm that beckoned you off, the busy city centre streets and brought you straight through a mysterious glass door and into the enchanting, yet seductive world of Tattu.)

It was almost calming….

Me: ‘Oh! I’m just drinking. I reckon cocktails.  I’m doing the afternoon alcoholic thing. 😉 ‘

As soon as I strutted into Tattu, after dashing from place to place, meeting to meeting, around the city of Leeds, I was literally lost in a wonderous swirl of ‘ooh laa.’ A cosy sophistication, that ‘oozed’ me with mood lighting, as I found myself surrounded by giantly draped cherry blossom trees and a majestic oriental Zen, that filled my wink with sensuality.

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Will: ‘That’s the thing about this place…It plays with your senses. Everything you see is carefully aligned. Everything you touch feels real and raw. Everything you taste…Everything you hear…’

It was sensuous. It was sexy…and it made me feel sexy. It took me away from the every day bustle. It’s a world of it’s own and there was a calm allure in the air. It was beautiful and the beauty was so intense, that it was almost like the mistress that you crave to be your wife. With secret spot lit, glossy corridors, mood lit stairways and a secluded private dining area…It’s a certainly what I’d call magnificent…

It was literally a life saver… Plus, I needed a sexy pitstop…to ease me into Friday. I ventured in just after 12 noon…

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So, I’d been to Tattu, in Manchester before. I knew what to expect. However, I was still blown away. I actually went on a date there, with a guy that I named ‘Eton Mess,’ years ago. He loves a blond now. 😉  I blogged about it and we made cocktaily memories under the golden elevated rope tied anchors, in Manchester… We managed to get lost in the magic, which is what life is about.

Anyway…Back to the point…

In front of me was Will…(@thehumblebartender,) shaking up a cocktail storm. He did it with a delicate flair. Another gentleman beamed & greeted me, who oozed a helpful managerial charm. (I liked him. He seemed so polite & pleasant.) To my right, was @drewtattu. He was sat to the side of the bar, working away on his silver laptop. I saw the tops of his tattooed hands tippering away on his keyboard.

By this point, I’d already flipped open the bright red cocktail menu, ordered a ‘Skull Candy.’ (I don’t mess around.)

Manager: ‘If you choose a cocktail on this page, they’re the most Instagrammable.’

I mean, how clever is that! It’s not JUST the most beautiful place to drink, dine and escape mundane life, in Leeds. But there is also a sincere amount of innovative detail that goes into the ‘business’ that is Tattu. These boys aren’t silly, they’re WAY ahead of the game. They’re on another ‘genius‘ level of knowing how to promote their business and that alone is sexy. The reason why it’s sexy is because it’s utterly thoughtful and anything that is thoughtful, is fueled by love.

Anything fueled by love is powerful. It’s passionate.

I mean, you don’t have the likes of David Beckham and Justin Bieber, casually walk through your restaurant doors, if you’re not doing something delicious…

Me: ‘It’s alright if I walk around and take a few videos of the place, right?’

Manager: ‘Yeah, yeah…take a look upstairs, have a walk around.’

The service was impeccable. Each member of staff couldn’t have been more invested in the person sat in front of them. They made you feel good. They made you feel special. I scanned the place quickly with my little kitten eyes and I noticed that the busy lunchtime had tinkered in a huge variation of clientele. There were older couples who just fancied a delicious lunch. Young professionals, who had slide in after work. Mothers and daughters,after a busy shopping day. Old friends. New friends….and dates. 😉

(Tattu IS the IDEAL date spot!! It is literally on another mystic level. Any gentleman who takes his lady to this restaurant, will forever be adored. Will definitely hit ‘the jackpot’ lol and because the place evokes such a magic.It;s stimulating. It’s the perfect place to fall in love.) 

My ‘Skull Candy (which was served to me IN a smokey glass skull) was delicious. It bubbled with absolute passion. It was almost like a pink candy potion, that could set your wink on fire. It makes you feel alive and is certainly a ‘must have’ cocktail.

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Wait…let me show you…

I mean, the guys WILL suggest cocktails for you, that they believe you’d enjoy…based upon your vibe. Their job starts as soon as you walk through the glass door. It’s almost like sorcery. 😉 You’ll feel stimulated… immediately.

I love them for that!

It’s literally a ‘kittens’ paradise. I mean what better way to spend an afternoon, when you’re 37 and single.

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Then after conversations with the boys…

‘I’m a blogger…an influencer…

‘We’re opening a Tattu in Edinburgh…

‘Which show are you going on?’

‘My partner works in television..’

‘This place is going to take over the world…’

‘Why don’t you try The Cherry Negori..?’

‘I’m a professional bad influence..’

(..he said that as he sliced lemons.)

And almost like magic, I had a ‘The Cherry Negori’ on order… 😉

Now, the reason why I ordered The Cherry Negori, is because Tattu is the ONLY bar in the entire nation, that serves cherry blossom vermouth. No other bar in the country ARE ABLE to serve it, because Tattu bought THE ENTIRE stock…Therefore it’s a signature, only at Tattu cocktail…and we all know I love a bit of that! 😉

Will: Here, I’ll let you taste the vermouth. It’s a little bitter, but I love it. I think its…’

Me: ‘It’s amazing…’

So, as we bantered..

Will: ‘I’m gonna be launching my own youtube channel soon..’

…he began hand twirling a drill through the top of a giant ice cube, which was placed into a chilled & swilled glass.

I don’t know where he kept getting these appliances from? Lol…Giant ice cube, smoking tube, hand drill? It’s almost like they appeared, like magic, out of nowhere.

Then he tinkered to an old school treasure chest, and pulled out a tiny cherry blossom tree…which he gently caressed through the giant ice, after fresh pouring my negori, for serving.

‘You’ll really like it.’

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(It’s now my favourite drink in Tattu. For some reason I want to try every drink on the menu.. I can’t tell if it’s alcoholism or just the pour beauty of the place. I like that it makes you feel naughty. Lol)

Like I said, it was a really busy lunch, because of the ‘Taste of Tattu’ menu ….and as I sat at the bar, I watched cocktail, after cocktail be made and I was literally  mesmerized

Me: ‘What’s that?’

Will: ‘The Smokin’ Aces…’

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Yet, as always, I have my two drink ‘glamour pussy’ try out, don’t I? If I can go into a bar on my own and have two good drinks and not feel alone, bouji or awkward….then I know that the atmosphere is delightful.

So, after my cocktaily tipples and mainly because I had a meeting that I needed to get to…I could’ve stayed there all day…

I waved the boys off with a…

‘Thank you so much. You guys were great…’

..and calmly strutted out the glass door, back onto the city streets of Leeds. Yet, I was kinda filled with a soulful buzz, because they had made me feel so special.

I can’t wait to go back. It’s hands down the most breath taking restaurant/bar in Leeds.

If I was to describe it in a sentence….

‘Oriental mysticism, with a modern and creative, eastern decadence.’ 

Get booked in!!!

Can someone please take me on a date here plleeeease!!??!!!

Kitty Cafe, Singles & Humming Birds

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Woke up at 7 o clock this morning and Googled ‘Humming Birds,’ for no other reason than the fact that I thought they were pretty. Lol. That’s the depth of my 7am mind. I had a psychic read for me last night, then did my Breethe meditation app, so I could sleep peacefully, without random, yet jolly nightmares…

After my morning ‘Humming bird’ Google search, I then Googled Love Islanders, to see how much ‘dollar’ they were all making since leaving the villa. They’re smashing aren’t they! It makes me happy to see all folk doing well…and at the same time JEALOUS. Yet, everyone gets their time, so hopefully I’ll get mine soon. Lol (Or, I’ll just shrivel away happily and drink rum in an old people’s home..with a cat that I’ll probably name ‘Gucci.’)

I got a question the other day on my Insta, saying…

‘If you fancy a guy and blog about it, surely he would know who it is?’

Well, yeah. Obviously. I’m not shy. If I fancy someone, I don’t fear that they may know? Lol. I’m 37, not 17. So, if they were to read my blog, even though their name would be disguised as an alias, they’d obviously know if it was them, as they would’ve shared that moment, memory or story with me, at some point.

Everyone who’s an alias on this blog, KNOWS who they are. They will have lived the tale, with me…in Wunna Land. So, in a way, not only will they get to relive the memory…via this blog, yet that particular moment goes down in Cyberland history.

It’s Magical. Like Paul Daniels.

Sophie AF: ‘Your blog’s, like one of those things that will come alive and go down in history, when you die…because you will have documented your whole existence…’

Me: ‘Cheers… I’m ready to shuffle off yet, bitch.’

The ‘Singles Night’ at The Kitty Cafe, Leeds, in now booking up fast. I actually can’t wait, because I haven’t  been to a ‘Singles Night’ in ages. I’m really excited.

(The last time I did a ‘Singles Night’ was in Sheffield, years ago… on a PA, after coming off the Hilton show…I was so drunk and it was in a club…and I remember being stood on some stage, as people cheered and slutty looking dancers held me up, after dancing on podiums in pink fur. It took me an entire day to recover and no..I didn’t find true love. Hahah. Instead I died in bed at Ollie & Becky Hayes’ home…who were (at the time) radio presenters for Hallam FM. Becky was SO good at looking after me…She ran be a bath, brought me fruit and everything.)

Do know that my favourite hangover cures are either BLOODY MARY, or a SLUSH.

But back to Kitty Cafe…

Even if I don’t meet the man of my dreams that night, I can still stroke kittens…which will calm me. (Shit, I really hot guy has just sauntered into the bar at sat on the table opposite me. I’m doing the ‘pretend I haven’t seen him’ face, because my pulling technique is obviously champion.)

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaa

Anyway…The Kitty Cafe, sound great because it seems so city trendy, which is exactly my forte…

So, if you haven’t booked in yet, email them pronto (info@kittycafe.co.uk) and save your spot. Bookings have apparently been mental. I can’t wait to meet everyone. Sept 21st.

Promo done!! 😉 

Lucy McLockett: ‘That place is a danger zone for you Wuns. I just read in the paper, that they’re applying for a marriage license there…Don’t be in a place with single men, where the can actually MARRY YOU.’

Me: ‘Fourth time lucky! Always a bride, never a bridesmaid. At least they’ll be kittens, right? Lol’

What else?

Things are really fun and I’m having a great time with the kids. They’re literally my world…and I’m loving every inch of them. Work is a plenty. I’m still influencing many a hotel, restaurant and bar, like my glamourous little life depends on it. (And it does. Haha.)

Book me. Hire Me. Me! Me! Me!

When it comes to love, I’m still single, but concentrating on work. Everything feels so right, at present, that I don’t really need to change it. I still fancy ‘The Swirl,’ but he’s a million miles away, doing his own thing, probably not thinking about me at all. Yet, I want him to have moments where he *pauses* and thinks..

‘What the fuck happened to Wunna? I miss her.’

(If not…Lol…shit happens.)

However, the great thing is, I have a whole lot of time to just conquer a bit of Wunna Land and smash it about. I’m quite a determined little chica. I’m ambitious aren’t I. So, I don’t want to wiggle off this Earth ball one day and not have achieved all that I wanted to.

It means a lot to me…

I’m not a plodder. I’m not someone who doesn’t get juiced off achieving goals, inspiring, smashing dreams and winning! I know how to have a good time and laugh shit off. But I’m there in the moment..I’m alive……I’ve always got my eye on the prize…(even when i’m in my ‘what are those’ leopard print flip flops.) 

Don’t hate!

Take note…

When it comes to men, I don’t like the day in and day out… ‘plodders.‘ I like those that have dreams, or those who have fought hard to live their dream. I find them inspirational and that to me, (along with a whole bunch of other stuff,) is sexy.

Right, I’m done now…This blog has gone on far too long! I’ve rambled.

You can make anything happen. Believe it. Attract it. Make everything you love YOURS!

Chrissie… x

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Because, I can’t stop thinking about you….

Morning!!! Things are great! I’m pumped. I’m busy. I’m excited. I’m the luckiest girl in the world. After a bad news phone call, I received a good news phone call and just like that, I swizzled in a flurry of glee.

Nothing’s better than feeling excited, is it? We live for those moments, always.

The buzz.

Yet, I guess always having faith in life and your own little story, kinda keeps you going. Surround yourself with love and wonderful people, who always have your back, even when you’re at your worst. When that happens, let me assure you that you are ‘ hand walked’ up another rung of the ‘happy’ ladder.

That’s where I am right now.

A lot of great things are happening and sometimes, I have to pinch myself to actually *pause* and realize everything is real.

If i’m being honest…

I can’t stop thinking about someone. Well, I say ‘someone,’ yet it’s the guy that I always referred to as ‘The Swirl.’ I kinda later changed his name to ‘T Bone.’ Yet, just recently almost every minute, of every day, he tinkers through my mind…and it’s great because every single ‘tinker’ is filled with a really happy memory. Not one memory is hideous.

It made me smile. I beamed.

So, I’ve started to look back and remember everything now. I remember it all, like it’s still ‘alive.‘ How can it still feel alive? There’s still a big flicker in my heart.

I remember the way he looked at me. I remember the way he smiled. I remember the way he made the effort to nurture me. I remember how much we laughed out loud to all sorts, for no reason.

I remember the moments when we were just sat on his sofa, making fun of goalies whilst we watched football. I remember us taking the piss out of each other. I remember falling asleep, as we held each others hand.

‘It’s just so perfect…’

‘It’s just so easy…’

‘I’ve loved having you here..’

I remember all of our messages. I remember ALL of our messages. Lol. Even the naughty ones. 

Yet, the funny thing about it, is that i’m still very single and I’m still really calm. I don’t know what I’m feeling? However, right now, if I could have a guy to call my own…based upon how i’m feeling right now….

It would be him…

Everyone seems to pale in comparison…Everyone else seems really dramatic, instead of emotionally stable. Rude, instead of kind. Not the right kind of fun…or just….Well just…

However, of course, in Wunna Land…tales are never that easy, are they? He’s no where around. I mean, he’s a message away, yet certainly not close by.

(That never bothers me though. I’m a grown up. I believe in love. And Like I said to Sam Reece, when he was doing my hair, a couple months back….)

‘Love isn’t geography…It’s chemistry.’

And you can always FEEL A CHEMISTRY, if it’s there, even when your a zillion miles apart.

But yeah, about ‘The Swirl.‘ Something tells me, regardless as to where we’re at right now….Something just tells me…that a gust of magic wind, will blow us together and make our life paths cross more closely again.

I can just feel it..

(OR, i’m delusional? lol 😉 Who knows??)

Today i’m on rest, I’m having a chill and a family day, to actually catch up and blog, as I have a busy week of ‘Leeds’ ahead of me, for the Eat Leeds shindig. Sometimes, when you’re out and about all the time, just finding the time to have a sit down and write everything out, is impossible. But i’ve got it. I’m smashing it. I’m literally loving every single second.

Plus, I’m thoroughly grateful for all the support i’m getting and I couldn’t tell you enough. So again, no matter where you are in the world, thank you so so much for finding a moment to click into Wunna Land and follow my version of life.

Message in…

Firmonnell: ‘Are you free for drinks and food at Ego, tonight?’

I’m picking your questions at random and loving answering them all on my Insta Story. (Get following.) It’s fun, even the naughty ones.  However, everyone does keep asking me love life questions, which I don’t mind, (even all my exes, who could simply message me personally.) And right now, my MOJO is on point. It’s crazy. Regardless, to how i’m feeling about ‘The Swirl.’

Y’know, the weird thing is, that over the last year, I’ve noticed that I’ve become more and more ‘hush hush’ about the nitty gritty parts of love life, than I usually am? Even with my friends, in bars over drinks. I’ll blush (I don’t blush) and charm my way out of it with wit.

Yet, I’m a blogger and i’ve always lived my life quite publicly via this diary, this blog, for over 10 years now. So, it’s a big change, to want to keeps things quiet.

I’ve learnt a few lessons of recent and treasuring something that means so so much to me..when it happens, because I am still very single, (my love life always DOES matter to me because firstly I’m a love bunny and secondly it’s a part of my life that I never seem to be able to conquer.)

But more and more, i’m holding things tight to my chest, privately. Not because I’m guarded. I couldn’t be more open. Yet because I want it to be right. I want to find the man of my dreams. He would mean so much to me. And i’m not going to be able to find him, and nurture a relationship around gossip.

Saying that, work wise, I’m influencing a lot, i’m filming ‘Welcome to Wunna Land’ for IG. I’m about to tinker back onto your tellies very shortly…and during those times everything turns public, simply because (if i’m being honest..and anyone in the business will tell you) it’s really good PR.

You kinda have to be out there…and I DO really enjoy every inch of all the *bazinga.*

I’m built for it.

I don’t know what’s happening right now, but like i said, my ‘milkshake’ is accidentally bringing ALL the boys to the yard, right now. Dudes are coming at me, at full force from all angles, and all over the world…with everything they’ve got.

It’s such a funny thing, isn’t it? I mean, when you feel all needy and want love *hashtag* now…ain’t nobody cares to tinker and in and adore you. However, when you’re all chilled and dandy and secure with your singleness…the boys come a thundering, wrapped in charm and that good old snazzy persistence..

I do like persistent though. I also like forward GENTLEMEN. And I say GENTLEMEN, because a dick pic isn’t going to tug on my heart strings ever.

(A random German footballer tried to have a racy shot at Wunna Land, two nights ago, by coming at me, with an offer of sex. Dudes shouldn’t ever offer a girl, their body,as a treat before a ‘Hi, there.’ Lol. It’s the most unromantic thing ever…)

and I am a HOPELESS ROMANTIC.

That was first message he ever sent me and because he step with his romantic foot forward, I just pied it off politely, by pretending I was really tired.

I left him to slide into someone else’s DM’s.

What i’m always looking for is a handsome best friend, a bantery, fun, gentleman, a sexy one, who knows how to have a good time. Someone who can enjoy both the finer things in life, as well as a slummy ‘chill fest.’ A man who at the same time, as all that, is protective, loyal, romantic, knows how to look after a girl and is an utter and complete family man.

IS THAT YOU?

If so, apply within. Lol.

(Where are all the Hero’s at??)

 

Gut Instincts, Fate & Lovey Bits…

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I’m really chipper today. There’s a skip in my step and a glint in my eye. Summer is no longer getting the better of me, which is making me feel productive, kinda like i’m back in control of the shizzle. I’ve been rushing around and enjoying every inch of work. My baby boy Junior is now back from his holiday with Keiran (his Daddy)..and even though I’m a single mum & we co parent extremely well, nothing fills my kitten heart with love MORE, than having both babies together….WITH ME. Lol. All is well, all has gone back to normal. The family is thriving and yeah there’s been a cheeky drink here and there, but most of all i’ve felt alive.

Today is a good day. I’m feeling confident, like I can conquer anything!

I’ve been using the Breethe App, on an evening and meditating before bed. (I know. You’d never have guessed, but I’m quite a bit of a spiritual tinker.) I had my Tarot cards pulled for me last night and everything about my cards, put a wee smile on my face. (It kinda made me giddy, and even though i’m far from ‘living my life by them’ and I just find it fun. Plus, when you hear great things, it just makes you feel good, doesn’t it? I love happy surprises.)

In life, I’m going with my GUT instinct. Everything I do, is based upon my gut instinct. I never listen to anyone. I will always stay loyal to what I believe is right. Nothing’s more powerful, than what your soul says. Regardless, as to whether you’re a glamour puss, a builder, an adult or a child. Even when at times, you don’t feel like you have 100 percent support. All bad things pass, because life goes on. It will always go on…so you might as well embrace it. You’ll always have moments of difficulty, be it in work or love. Yet as long as you never give up…your consistency will always come out on top.

Everything you deserve is coming your way!

Right now, i’m feeling pretty whole, pretty powerful and pretty ‘goody goody.’ (Dare I say it?) I might reach for my gingham dress and start skipping around to nursery rhymes…with my ‘naughty eyes.’ 

(I just received a message from a guy, who simply responded to my ‘check in’ with ‘naughty eyes.’)

A bit of a flirt is always healthy!

But i’m working hard and not letting anything get in my way or get me down. At the end of the day, I’m really quite lucky!

Anyway…

I have a strong gut instinct about two things right now and one is about my career, the other about my love life. I won’t tell you about them, because I don’t want to jinx ether and I like to keep some things ‘shushy.’ I’m currently single. I’m very single. Yet, I’m always one to wait for the right guy. I’m not one to go on a million dates, or commit to a ‘numbers game.’ At 37, I can’t be arsed. I always know what or who I want…

When I say the right guy, it doesn’t mean that I haven’t already met him? I could’ve? Or I may not have? Yet, everything is about timing and when the time is right, I honestly believe that everything will fall into place, exactly the way it’s supposed to.

I always say, that when it comes to work and success, hard work pays off. You ‘muscle’ and charm your way to that part of your happy ending.

However, when it comes to love. The most powerful emotion in the world. Something just tells me that part of your happy ending is down to a ‘magic.’ There’s something in the air, that ‘The Gods’ already have planned for you. It’s something you can’t control..and that’s what makes it beautiful. It’s not practical. It’s spiritual.

I know, I’ll have my time and when I do, I will have learnt so many lessons in love by then, that I’ll be the happiest girl alive. 

Enough about all that though!

I managed to tinker into Ginos, Leeds the other day for a prosecco.  I do always go there and I’ll always be at the prosecco bar downstairs. It’s a place that makes me happy. I mean, whenever I totter through those revolving glass doors, i’m always greeted with hugs, warmth and love…and that’s from the moment I slowly ease through. That’s why it’s my favourite haunt in Leeds, because everyone around me, goes out of their way, just to be lovely, Italian and well mannered.

If you know me personally..you KNOW that I ADORE GOOD MANNERS.

After that I managed to beat the bustle at Leeds, train station, run out of chewing gum, miss all the right trains, post everything on my Insta story, but get home in one piece…where I surrendered to one more fruity gin, under the night stars, with friends.

The rest of the time has been work, meetings, influencing and just waiting now to get back on our telly boxes.

It’s been a long long wait.

I ended up missing ‘Bingo Bongo’ or whatever it was called with ‘Firmonnell’ because I didn’t get back from an influencing gig until much later than I thought.

I did get to see ‘Jonesez’ at the pub, who literally had the shakes and ordered a Fanta. I thought he’d be fine, because a snapchat earlier he was bouncing with children on a trampoline. But no…his bit of ‘Bingo Bongo’ certainly knocked him out.

He must’ve had a fun night, a hard night, or both? Lol. 😉 He’s one of my good guy friends. We chilled and watched the football (Leeds Vs Stoke) in the pub, as we caught up on life and he nursed himself back to health, before leaving.

Other than work, its been babies, babies, work, work…and I’m pretty much over the moon.

I don’t even have everything crossed anymore, because i’m not worried. I’m really confident, right now and because my gut is telling me ‘all is going to be okay,’ i’m leaving the rest to fate.

There’s always only so much you can do…The rest you MUST leave to magic.

I have a busy day tomorrow. I have meetings in Leeds and all kinds of jiggery pokery. I do have loads of people nagging at me, don’t we all? Yet, even though i’m polite and will listen, I think that as long as you KNOW, what YOU’RE doing and you have faith in your OWN ability, it’s certainly BEST to refrain from letting people who DO NOT KNOW, your world, TRY and take control.

Everyone’s different. Leave people to embrace their strengths and life knowledge.

Did that even makes sense? Haha..

Thank you for following my life.

Chrissie x

 

 

Girl Besties, Busy Times & An Offer Of Friendly Dinner

Busy, busy times. I’m working. The children are working. There’s a great deal to tango through and we’re all doing it with a smile on our faces. I love being busy. It’s when I shimmie at my finest. So there’s not one second of this period, that i’m not at all grateful for. I’m feeling pretty blessed. But there’s a mountain to climb. Technically in heels, it’s not that easy a strut. However, and as always, i’m shaking off the stress and doing my version of life, the best way I know how.

Late nights of Summer fun are now over. I’ve tickled really hard quiz nights with Sheffield Greg, had long chats with little Tyler, over Rhubarb and Custard ciders. Tyler’s great because he’s only 18, but he’s so emotionally together, after probably going through an awful lot, that I have all the time in the day for him.

I’ve cut away from debauchery and all things that end in naughty. right now. Plus, if i’m being honest, I’m kinda pretty focused, and it’s serving me well.

FINALLY!

Most of all, I’ve had the most amazing chats with my girl bestie ‘Firmonnell.’ I spent the morning filming, shooting, and in between sharing banter snaps with the chick that knows me, far better than I know myself. I also had a quick audition this morning…So hopefully that worked out well.

Yet, anyway, ‘Firmonnell’ and I are both in a good place and when we are….

We are on fire!

Firmonnell: ‘How you feeling today? Maybe it’s the right time now?’

Me: ‘Should I send a message? I’ll send a message. I’ve sent the message….Shit! He’s typing back.’ 

I don’t like the loss of good people in my life, so I always tend to treasure the good’uns and keep that bridge a ‘flourish.’ I only checked in. But to me, ‘checking in’ matters. I like it when people ‘check in’ on me. Especially through busy spots, as it makes me realize (through the bustle and the rush) that there are always folk who care. The people who’ll take a minute to think about you and whizz you some ‘love.’ (Even when you’re a swine, to them.)

It’s thoughtful and thoughtfulness is the new sexy.

Then as I was filming, my phone pinged and I noticed an Facebook inbox message, *ping* up. I never really notice them, as to be honest, my inbox is ‘ping‘ filled to the brim, almost every single minute, second and wink.

But anyway, I’ve clicked onto it…which hardly ever happens, with my Facebook messages…and I’d noticed that this person had recently followed me on all my ‘socials’ and ‘liked’ a few pics. (Always a good way to make yourself noticed.)

And then I read…

The most lovely picture message came through, of himself and his son. Followed by a voice message, a brief written message and another voice message, which gave me the option of adding his contact to my phone.

Now, this happens a lot. Yet, it was done SO WELL and with such grace, that I stopped for a second and well…it’s the ‘social’ age, I stalked all his pics. Lol.

His voice messages were filled with love, not smut. They were sponged with kindness and humility…instead of banter or cheekiness. He wasn’t scared to be himself, and didn’t try to force a charm.

And I listened…

(Then I messaged ‘Firmonnell’ because that’s what I do…as I was filming…and as I was signing papers that could change parts of my career. Lol)

I can’t really tell you much about it, as it only happened this morning. And I can’t really tell you too much about what ‘Firmonnell’ and I said to one another, because you wouldn’t be able to quite take the banter, just yet, if you didn’t know how close we actually are. Lol.

Our banter is for our ears only. Lol

Then we talked through our current states of ‘love life.’ We’re both single…so as girls do, we’ll ‘exchange,’ stories quietly…

Anyway, I guess he’d like to take me out on an ‘if i’m interested, friendly dinner.’ He’ll be FLYING OUT. However, no one needs to get their knickers in a twister just yet, as I only read the message this morning. Plus, it wouldn’t be just yet, right away, within a blink of an eye, as he’s currently on holiday, before the season kicks in.

Anyway, I got back to filming and sorting out all that I’m needing to influence. I’m in Leeds tomorrow afternoon, or is it morning?

Yet, if I could pass of any words of wisdom right now, it would be to LIVE, (as it always is.) Adventure. Take chances. Never get stuck in a rut. Embrace everyone human you meet and enjoy your time with them. Moments with them could change your life. They also couldn’t…and everything could stay the same. Yet, just in case…it’s key to keep your mind open, fresh and willing.

You can think about people, the past or a situation…and if it’s meant to be, in the end, life will force you to cross paths again. The ones that love you will always stand by you. They’ll always make the effort to care. Yet, sometimes good things fall apart, so better things can fall into place.

Enjoy it.

Have faith it life. Have faith in love. Have faith in your story…and the rest will ‘jigsaw fit.’

Tomorrow…Leeds. (I fancy Issho)