Friends, Wine, Gingers & *C* Bombs

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Morning! Gosh! It’s such a busy time. I’m running around like a topless ๐Ÿ˜‰ chicken, trying to get everything dished, dashed and sorted. It’s absolute mayhem. But, what can I say, I’m loving it. (I never take for granted how lucky I am.)

There’s a lot going on right now and yeah, it can feel stressy and yeah, yesterday I felt like I didn’t have the positive support that I needed…But today’s a new day…I’m breathing, I’m smiling and i’m sat blogging this in a giant faux fur, knee high boots, diamante danglers and with heated rollers in my hair!

THAT MY BITCHES…IS GLAMOUR PUSSING. We’ll call it *EXTRA.* ๐Ÿ˜‰

Anyway, that last Sunday, I ended up meeting ‘Poggy’ at The Carleton for a couple drinks…without my bank card. (I have it now. Life is bliss.) The guy she wanted to maybe go on a date with was busy, yet instead, a different guy had waited all night until his guy friends had each left, then approached her with a…

‘I was waiting for them to leave, so I could get to chat to you….’

They ended up on a ‘date.’ So, even though it’s ‘early days,’ I guess everything happens for a reason. You get what you’re meant to get…and life sort of times things correctly for you. You’ll be surprised at how many things do actually fall into place. It’s magical and like I always say, it’s a ‘magic’ we can’t control.

I never use timing as an excuse. You meet people because you’re meant to meet them..even if right away that second, you have no clue why? It’s always for a reason, a season or a lifetime. You’re paths will keep crossing, until all life elements are correctly in place, and you’ve figured out your connection.

Barmaid to Poggy: ‘He’s the kinda man who will kiss you when you need to be kissed and slap you when you need to be slapped.’

That Sunday night ended up being wilder than I thought? So much fun. Good friends, new memories and all around a table…as day turned to night.

There was laughter, wine and sarcasm as it’s finest…and as always, we definitely got carried away. You can’t get us started with banter, in the name of wit and ‘Being Yorkshire’ we go for it.

I went to school with ‘Poggy’ and she’s been a good friend of mine for years. We were actually laughing over the fact that our ‘careers teacher,’ stated that she would become a marine and that I would become a florist, after we answered a couple of personality questions. Lol.

Poggy: ‘How the F*** did they come up with that!!’

Me: ‘I must have just said I like flowers and pretty things and you must have said that you…’

Pet Laura: ‘Like to kill things…Lol. It’s like The Hunter & The Vajazzle.’

(‘Pet Laura’ is a Dog Groomer. She found herself at our table, wishing she was in Africa, bottle feeding tigers, or something? Then she had gin.)ย 

One gin down and she was naming our vagina’s after ‘Harry Potter’ spells. I distinctly remember looking up and for some reason ‘Poggy’ and ‘Pet Laura’ were doing these weird hand actions and refering to their ‘lady parts’ as..

HUNTER.

(Mine’s not a ‘Hunter,’ mines just tired. Hi, True love! Where are you? Please find me.)

Poggy: ‘I think that because you have such a busy life and a busy life online, you would always need a man who is chilled. Someone who gets on with it and takes that stress away…’

Me: ‘Yeah, I don’t like a stressy man. I don’t like them to come with a bundle of emotional issues… I don’t like things to be complicated. I don’t have time to unfold, mend or cry into wine anymore.’

Y’know, everyone always thinks i’m picky when it comes to love and I’m not picky as in ‘fussy,’ i’m just happy and when you’re happy….you sometimes wonder whether you need to invite another human in? But then I think, I’m gonna need someone to carry heavy bags and do the bins, aren’t I? ๐Ÿ˜‰

So, yeah, I should probably team up with a fella and do ‘lifetime’ sometime shortly.

I just don’t want to invest in a ‘fling’ at 37. I can’t be arsed. I’m not excited by them. I’m too old for that I’ve ‘flung’ all the way through my 20’s, hoping that it would always be forever. Each time I got it wrong. Even after ‘I doing it’ three whole times!

What I’ve learnt, is that I don’t need to worry about it. YOU don’t need to worry about it either. Girls always worry about it. I never do.ย  I have absolute faith, that no matter what, the man who truly loves me, because he can’t help it, (banter, winks, diva strops and all)….will come get me. (I shouldn’t have used the word ‘get’ it makes it sound like he’s gonna kidnap me and throw me in the back of a van.)

But you get what I mean….innit! ๐Ÿ™‚

All I have to do, is ‘sit pretty,’ get on with life…and wait. Cupid an I are mates now. He doesn’t mess with me. I don’t mess with him. It’s simples. Plus, Girls shouldn’t chase boys. We shouldn’t have to. I enjoy the traditional art of the ‘dude coming forward.’

Annnnnyway… (I totally got distracted…)

That Sunday…day turned to night and the bright blue skies, were slowly blanketed with a navy sheet, that almost swirled in a grey mist, littered with stars. (I don’t actually know if there were stars out?? Lol. I’ve made that bit up.)

‘Pet Laura’ had left and just as she did, the outside door swung open and out popped ‘Parsons.’ (She’s a friend of a friend, who is ace, because whenever she’s drunk, she gets really gobby and starts doing hand stands and rollie pollies everywhere.)

The tempo changed to that good old, loud, cracking, fast Northern, naughty, foul mouthed, BANTER.

IT WAS GREAT! (I cannot even repeat what was said.)

‘Parsons’ enjoys to use the *C* bomb, which I always find hilarious. She’s such a free spirit. Such a wild, loud, laugh! In fact, she loves the *C* bomb so much, that she even delivers it in melody.

Everything at this point turned into a blurry, fun, wine drenched haze. And a red ‘outside heater’ glow, surrounded us. It nurtured us. It kept us safe. It obided to he rules of The Wine Gods.

Now, ‘Poggy’ and ‘Parsons’ got on really well…They have swimming in common. They want to swim everywhere together. They want to travel the world and swim through valleys.

It was like one of those moments when you first meet someone in a bar, but you’re both pissed, think you’re best friends and plan holidays together! ๐Ÿ™‚

Me: ‘You’re definitely not going to swim together.’

Parsons: ‘Everyone thinks i’m fat. But i’m actually a really good swimmer.’

(Then she did ‘swimming arm’ demonstrations at me.)

Me: ‘I only do breast stroke with my face above the water, so it doesn’t ruin my face.’

Anyway, they had some unique ‘hoe’mance’ going on. They loved each other and mocked ‘Parsons’ ginger husband, who was definitely stood, pressing the ‘heater on’ button every 10 seconds.

Poggy: ‘He’s like The King of The Gingers.’

Me: ‘But he’s not even ginger? You can’t be The Ginger King…when you’ve got brown hair? Surely that’s not a title you can take?’

Parsons: ‘He IS ginger. I’ve got a ginger kid and i’m a brunette. I love you *Poggy,* you’re like a blond version of me… in a polo neck.’

(Now, i’ve just looked at my blog notes from that evening and I’ve typed ‘Fast pass to brown hair,’ after that piece of ‘polo neck’ statement. However, I have no clue, what that means now? Lol. All I remember was looking up and seeing the girls bickering over who had said the ‘funniest’ thing..)

‘Why have you put that down. I said something WAAAY MORE FUNNIER THAN HER and that SHOULD MAKE THE BLOG.’

All got really drunk. All had a lot of fun. I got stopped a couple times, that evening by the occasional Geordie and people who love my ‘Blog/Influencey’ stuffs.

I absolutely bantered with you all. But I was far too drunk to dish out advice, which is what everyone was asking me for. ๐Ÿ™‚

I’ve received your DM’s though…So, i’ll try and swizzle in some time to meet and inspire. (I appreciate the love.)

Message me again, in case I forgot. There’s not such thing and reminding me TOO MUCH. I love ‘people reminders’ as I often get lost in work load and jiggery pokery.

Right, I’m off. I’ve got the babies and a lot to try and organize. Things have been so jam packed, that it’s been hectic. I fly to Spain in 7 days. Thursday morning.

I’m kinda really looking forward to getting away for a few days by myself, just to relax and finally get that ‘chill’ time in,ย  that I never seem to prioritize.

It’s been a busy first part of the year…and sometimes I feel like i’m running as fast as I can, but on the spot. Lol.

What I need right now, is to relax…a wine….and a result.

(Things are never that easy though, are they?)

Kisses,

Chrissie,

 

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When guys are like…………

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I’m in such a GOOD MOOD today!!! I’m like a juicy little bubble berriedย  with excitement. You could justย *squeeze* me and I’d *POP* confetti, with *squeaks* of laughter and shrieks and ‘ooh laa.‘ Then champagne showers would simply start roaring out of nowhere, as let’s face it it’s Wunna Land. Glasses would be poured.ย  ‘Handsomes‘ would be winking…. and I would just strut forward, knowing that my version of life just seems to be getting better!

To be fair, after that really shit 2013…or was it 2014? I’ve blanked out deliberately. Lol. One of those years was SHOCKING. After that point…MY LIFE, just changed and I became the luckiest chick ever.

Then at the beginning of 2017 my mentality changed…new people entered Wunna Land. I became closer to people who I never knew I would be so close to….Then my life changed again…and Right now,because I whopped out that sassy Wunna ‘Gusto’ and decided to justย  do the things that made me happy, without fear…2018 has ended up (so far) being one of the best years of my life….

YIPPPPPPPPeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEE!

I’m in the most wonderful mood, for no real reason and it’s fantastic because I feel ALIVE! I’m ‘happy go lucky’ by nature. I’m the frill in ya twisters. The *pop* of that champers spray. I’m giddy…I’m great. I’m like a little girl, that’s filled with charm….I’m celebrating life and no one can stop me. And the most wonderous thing about my Tuesday, is the simple the fact that today…I have NO PRESSURE! I’m freeeeeeeeeeee!

So, I’m feeling like a Winner! ( Chicken! Chicken! Dinner!)

To me ‘balance’ย is one of the most important things that I measure when it comes to success. (I nearly typed ‘ ‘when it comes to sex‘ then. Lol. How ‘Cougar‘ of me. I can’t wait until my ‘Cougar’ days kick in. I CAN REALLY. I’D HATE IT. After financially and emotionally looking after every single man in the entire world, that Cupid has FORCED me to date…or Life has MADE me cross paths with….A little lost boy, with no job, is not gonna make my wish list. Ever. And I don’t even care. Lol. I can like what or who I want….

At this point in my life, I very much want to be taken care of emotionally, mentally, physically and by a grown up man that I don’t have to pay for. That’s always good, isn’t it! And i’ve noticed that the more successful I’ve become, the more ‘lost little boys, with no job‘ come a knocking.

‘Meal tickets are the other way…Nope…No…Wait…Turn around…A bit to the left…Oh yeah and keep on walking darling…Don’t look back now, you cheeky little thing. Wunna land’s door is FUCKING SLAMMED….beautifully shut. ๐Ÿ˜‰ย  Oh the kids are swearing at you, from the rosy tinted windows.’

What has happened to men?

I mean, the ‘Little Lost Boy’ aside….It doesn’t take much to value your girl, guy, wife, partner or fancy piece and treat her with both respect…AND like a Princess! ๐Ÿ˜‰

ITS NOT THAT HARD!

I mean my guy friend, the other day was moaning about howย  we chicks are all ‘trying to be independent’ now….(He took a chick out on a date, made her pay for THEIR meal and then ‘boned’ her in the back of a car.)

Romance is alive….Shakespeare couldn’t have written it better himself.

We girls have always been independent. Not only have some of us wanted to be. But we’ve also HAD to be.

I’m adventurous and fun by nature. I moved to LA by myself as a kid to chase dreams. That’s my ‘WANTING to be’ independent streak. But my ‘HAVING to be‘ independent streak is still utterly alive, because i’m a lone parent of two little babies…I’m Mum, I’m Dad, I’m Love, I’m Money. I’m everything!

At first that wasn’t by choice. Yet now….It’s great and it’s made me feel powerful… and if I love anything, I love feeling powerful. Lol.

It’s a turn on. (Sick I know.) But I go for that in guys also? I have no clue why, other than sickness? However, yes, I’m totally turned on by it….BUT ONLY IF THEY HAVE A BEAUTIFUL SOUL AND RESEMBLE A DELICIOUS PIECE OF EYE CANDY. ๐Ÿ™‚ (Meaning not some big grizzle, ancient years older than me, evil pervert, with 22 beer bellies and a boner.)

I like a well rounded, fun, loyal, loving man. The ‘power’ things is only a sexual turn on. I don’t want you to get it twisted. Lol. It’s not an essential trait that they need. Lol. In the bedroom…I’d find that REALLY SEXY. But like I said, they have to be of the ‘handsome’ variety…You can call me ‘shallow’ for that….and…well..I won’t care. Lol. It’s what I fancy.

Everyone loves eye candy. Some people just like to look at eye candy. I like to find eye candy, with an amazing personality, that would make a good hubbster …and just make him MINE. ๐Ÿ™‚

Italiano: (My LA Friend..) ‘She pretty much grew up in Hollywood around a bunch of guys. We were all roomates. Models, actors, lawyers, agents… But it was definitely ALL guys and Chrissie…So she kinda picked up a Hollywood dudes mentality when it comes to dating… And it’s fucking awesome. She was the best roomie I ever had!’

(We all just had so much fun. I cannot even beginย to TELL you the stories. But they’re scattered throughout my blog… through the years….I loved that at 20, we could just show up to an audition, do really bad at it and then simply say ‘Fuck it’ go to The Standard, order 4 poolside strawberry margaritas and make ourselves feel better, before our next audition.)

I’ve gone on a flipping tangent!

What was I even on about? Balance? Or things I like i guys? I forgot about it all, because I was too busy *bobbing* away with cocktails at ‘The Standard.’

When it comes to men…their spirit needs to play well with mine. I want them to be my best friend. They have to be a family man. I have kids. They are part of my package. I love a laugh. I love a thoughtful person. I love sexy. I LOVE SEXY. Smart. Vain. I love ‘good times.’ But I love to chill and even if I fancy treating myself to utter glamour pussy, dressed ‘to the nines’ luxury, (which I adore,) I also love to just slum it and banter in my comfies…with a takeout.

When it comes to ‘balance’ true success to me, is when someone has everything…Happiness, health, wealth, a career they love, their dream partner, maybe even a family…and it’s all easy and all beautiful.

When I see a man who has that…I see him as ‘Successful.’

(I mean, what’s the point at winning at ONE thing, if during that time, you managed to lose everything else….?)

I learnt that early on in life in LA, when I was about 23. It was a very hard ‘learn.’ Hahaha. I cried a lot for a while…then cried over useless wilies….;)

Throwback convo….Do it in your best American accent….

Christine: ‘What the fuck is up with her…?’

Theo: ‘It’s fine, leave it. She’s crying over a penis…’

I can’t be bothered to write anymore…I need an afternoon tipple…Or an adventure with friends! I met my good friend ‘House of Solo’ Magazines, ‘Big A’ yesterday. He’s on a diet and with an orange juice, showed me all the people he was booking for the front cover of his magazine. This was at Ego…(which is like my local bar.)

BUT…

I’m excited, because I’m actually at Ego this evening for dinner and drinks, with all the Mum’s of Ruby’s class/year…whatever you want to call it. It’s great because we’ve never really hung out with each other before. We only ever see one another in passing…So, it will be really lovely, to just sit down, eat, drink and be merry, and get to know some faces that I pretty much see everyday!

That’s tonight!

Kisses,

Chrissie. x

 

Because I love a Hero….

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Are you freezing too? What is this crazy ass, snow doing? Now, we know I don’t like the cold. It makes my nose runny and that I assure you is something that can never be well accessorized. I had to make the scariest drive yesterday, where I kinda just skidded into oncoming traffic. Lol. Then Ruby and Junior had a ‘snow day’ off school (AFTER I DROVE ALL THE WAY THERE Lol), followed by that awful moment when they (in fact all kids)ย  turn around and shout..

‘LET’S PLAY IN THE SNOW!’

It’s always something that you feel you should do, even though you really don’t want to…But you do it anyway, don’t you? Just to see them smile… ๐Ÿ˜‰

We built snowmen (that didn’t build,) they made snow angels, (and looked devastated,) we had snow ball fights (Junior cried) and Ruby chose to crawl all the way home like snow dog. I was literally screaming at her to ‘PLEASE GET UP, COS YOU’RE MAKING ME LOOK LIKE A REALLY BAD PARENT…LOL‘….But she just kept ‘woofing‘ at me and saying she was a ‘SNOW DOG.‘ ๐Ÿ™‚

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(The other evening, when we did our ‘Mummy/Daughter’ dinner at Ego, she had a whole conversation with me about my love life and demanded that she saw their FEET first, because it was vital that I did not ever marry a man with ‘rubbish feet.’ )

‘Honestly, Mum…can we Google his feet, pleeease?’

I couldn’t ‘picture take’ yesterday because firstly, it got ‘snowed off’ and secondly I am UTTERLY rubbish at shooting in the cold. I can’t stand it. I can’t get into it. I lose my swagger. I lose my ‘ooh laa.‘ I won’t do it.ย  And you have to feel comfortable when you’re on a shoot.

So instead, I *selfied* my snow walk….Who knew you’d all be that excited by it? ๐Ÿ˜‰

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(There’s me moaning about Ruby crawling like a ‘snow dog’ home and I’m tottering along in the snow with my bra out! Lol)

Even my chick friend saw it on snapchat and said,

‘Know wonder you’re bloody freezing. Most people wear a top out in the snow.’

But whatever, you’ve godda keep it sexy don’t you! And I’m certainly one of those girls. I didn’t even think that I looked like a plonker either? I mean, I would’ve done it WITHOUT THE BRA, if I thought it was respectful enough around the people passing by.

A bra is odd to viewers, but acceptable in the cold. A nipple is a whole different game. And my child was crawling home, like a ‘snow dog.’

What we must look like… is beyond me!!

I’m glad we did it though and i’m glad I have half exotic children, that prefer the poolside heat and swimwear, to the snow. They cried after 10 minutes because they wanted to be in the warm. ๐Ÿ™‚

YIPPPPPPPPPPPPEEE!

But thank you for all the love I received for my ‘snow walk’ selfies. I appreciate it. And do know, before you all start. I was zipped up when the children were in front of me, yet it wouldn’t have made a difference, as they see me in my bra, or with my boobs out all the time. We don’t have body hangups in our family. We’re swag. ๐Ÿ˜‰

I will tell you what was cute on my walk…The fact that I saw old gentlemen, young men and all sorts of others, shoveling the drives clear, for their wives, running all the errands…sort of really taking care of their ‘honey pies’…They were just being proper MEN. That was so cute. They were hand holding and guarding their families. They were keeping them safe from danger, yet still managing to have a laugh in the snow.

What a turn on! I love a HERO.

(I prefer to be warm, but definitely love a hero.)

Like I said to my friend ‘Tomfri’ the other day, when we passed each other in a pub car park (It was The Carleton.)

‘I love it when boys can do boys things…’

(We had some brief conversation about him laying his own floors down. Lol. He was with a mate and they had ladders wedged in their car. It’s the first manly thing ‘Tomfri’s’ ever tried to do or something? But that’s impressive.)

Boys are attractive when they have an emotional softness…yet at the same time, can do BOY THINGS. (That’s quite sexist. But It’s really how I feel! Lol)

Like I’d LOVE TO BE MARRIED TO THE PERFECT MAN, who can do things like ‘lay floors down,’ put a new light bulb in, do the bins and all that shit, that we girls hate. Lol. He’d have to be stylish and ‘cool as’ though and enjoy both the FINER AND THE SIMPLE things in life. Like, he couldn’t have a no teeth….It just wouldn’t work.

I’ve already bored myself with that paragraph.

Chick friend: ‘She wants you to be fit. She loves eye candy, because she’s shallow. Lol’

I’m not shallow! I’m really not. Just vain. We’re going down the wrong path!

WAIT!

What i’m trying to say is that I’m actually great at doing ‘GIRL THINGS...’

*WINK HERE*

So, I enjoy a gent who is equivalently GREAT… at doing BOY THINGS…

I have boyish banter, but I am a GIRLY GIRL. Don’t get it twisted. I’m a glamour puss. A kitten! Sometimes a bit of ‘diva’ the say? ๐Ÿ˜‰

Aww, my friend ‘Sykes’ is just messaging me on Facebook…

Sykes: ‘I adore reading the comments on your photos. How you have the patience to say something nice back is literally inspiring. Lol. Someone told me I had a nice arse at the gym the other day, and I had him thrown out. I presume it’s your business acumen that drives you. Bravo Wunna.’

(I love Sykes. I went to school with her and she’s hilarious. )

I think i’m just used to it. I hear it all day, every day….and I don’t mind it. No, in fact, I do mind it when they’re rude, because i’m feisty…They sometimes need cold showers or slaps.ย  But if you put a suggestive picture up…that is whats going to happen. I don’t mind sexy banter…I just don’t like it when people are disrespectful and cross the Wunna line.

Yet, on the whole, everyone’s doing the whole ‘you’re beautiful, you’re sexy’ย thing.

That’s not so bad. I’m quite laid back by nature. Worse things have happened to me then that…Lol.

PLUS, I try and make time for people, who make time for me….and they do…every day….I whole heartedly believe in the art of ‘what goes around come around.’ I wouldn’t want anyone to think that I didn’t appreciate the fact that they’re helping ‘Wunna Land’ sail.

I can’t remember what I wanted to tell you now?

Thank you those of you who are sending me products to ‘influence’ย ( I always find it really exciting and I can’t wait to sort through them all) and thank you to the gents who have been signing up to my ‘Onlyfans’ account. (Onlyfans.com/chrissiewunna) I’m glad you have a ‘home’ now. Lol. 41 pictures are up on there right now…and 4 more went up today. It’s certainly the place for the ones of you who aren’t bothered about reading the blog and just want to see the ‘sexier’ versions of my pictures. Lol.

ย I say ENJOY! (Copy and paste the above Onlyfans link and subscribe yourself happy.)

I hope this snow is nearly over. Yesterday I felt trapped and house bound…It was a nightmare. I was literally pulling my hair out…The kids were going mental and..

I had run out of flipping wine!

I was gonna brave the blizzards, just for a bit of wine! Yet for once, I went all sensible and left merriment to others!

BEING SNOWED IN YESTERDAY IS SO DULL. Especially if you have no booze or no fun. ๐Ÿ˜‰

What else did I need to tell you?

Oh yeah. I’m gonna be changing my diet, in my quest for a more delicious body….

I’ll tell you all about it shortly…I just need to get everything set up!

Chrissie

ps/ Thank you for following my life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Private Messages, Blog Readers & What I Want…

Me: ‘Can you believe that he said he didn’t go on my blog..? That winds me up!’

Chick Friend: ‘I know it does…Lol. But it’s not like you know them personally, or even at all. They’re a Wunna Fan and they like your Facebook photos…They’ll go on your blog, now that you’ve told them off..lol.. read it.. realize…feel all intimidated and then shit themselves.’

Me: ‘LOADS of people click on the blog…all the way around the flipping WORLD!!!!! I can’t believe that some people just look at the pictures, send me adoration and then don’t click on the blog? Yet, they’re so interested in Me and my life??? Who’d do that? It’s not smart! I’m insulted. Lol! It’s the DIARY of my goddamn LIFE! Haha! But good! Once they DO click and they DO read…then they’ll appreciate me for what i’ve done, achieved and enjoyed. Plus, I learn a lot about THEM. I can wiggle through the ones that read the blogs and the ones that just *like* the half naked photos.’

Chick Friend: ‘You need a morning Mimosa.’

Me: ‘Hahaha. I don’t even know why it’s riled me right UP!’

Happy Friday everyone! I hope you’re well. We made it through the week! I feeling great! Sort of on top of the world, if i’m being honest. I’m bubbling over with ‘joie de vivre.’ย  I’m happy. I’ve had a busy week. It’s been filled with ups and downs…But it’s glistened over dandily. I’m over the moon. It’s been a great week, in every area.

I’ll always tell you, i’m the luckiest shit in the world. ๐Ÿ™‚

I’ve got one more audition today…I had one yesterday….I need to shoot more content for my ‘socials’ and take a look through today’s collabo’s. Once that’s done, it’s a vino for me and a Kitty welcome to the weekend. (I worked all last weekend and filmed bits and bobs…So this weekend is all about family, the babies and good times with them.)

God!!! My body feels all knotted up. It needs a big stretch out. I love a good stretch. It’s weirdly sexy, isn’t it? No? Just me? Lol. I mean,ย  I’m fascinated by watching people stretch…I’m aware that, i’ve just made myself sound incredibly creepy. And I am somewhat creepy. But honestly, you watch people stretch…They just look all relieved and ‘free from tension.’ย Makes me happy!

Hahaha.

(I need to stop or just go see a therapist. Lol)

So, obviously, my inbox gets filled with a generous amount of dodgy messages, I’ve stopped reading them….but i’ve been reading all the good ones.

I love my comments, because they’re usually so lovely and it’s not really too terrifying, because they’re all out in the open. It’s my DM’s, Messenger Messages and PM’s that CAN BE terrible.

Sometimes, I look at men and think, GOD, just learn some manners.

I mean it’s fine if you’re dating someone and you’re being all sexy with one another…That’s NORMAL. It’s exciting. It’s fun. It keeps your relationship ‘juicy.’

And to me, relationships and romantic commitments are about that. It’s a bundle of...loyalty, love, friendship, trust, fun, family and SEXINESS. (Like, I don’t know how anyone copes with a ‘sexless’ marriage, or has a relationship that is simply JUST SEX, where in which you can’t find yourself just chilling in your comfies, watching Saturday night telly with your significant other and laughing at the shit bits, with a take out.)

I mean, GOSH, I’m not hear to give relationship advice, by any means. I’m just saying….If you don’t know a girl personally, date a girl at all, she’s never ever spoken to you before. and you’ve just found her profile on social media…

The most gentlemanly thing to do, is to approach her with a tone that shows respect, humour or loveliness..There are some HORRIBLE MUNTERY GUYS, who look like they live in a cellar or under a bridge somewhere, where there’s been no sunlight for years, or lessons on common social etiquette, who send me the rudest,trying to be naughty or masterful’ messages.

I hate bad manners. No wonder you’re single…and live under a bridge. Lol

So yeah, that’s why I only reply to my open air comments and never reply to anything on messenger, any direct messages, or private messages.

I ignore them for my own sanity…Unless they’re to do with work, or it’s one of my actual ‘real life‘ friends. Everyone else, who knows me properly…will have my number anyway.

And I get that i’m a girl, in my undies and you’re all excited. ..I’ve played the ‘tease game‘…which is the art of a glamour model….and that’s great, that’s fine. It’s fun! I appreciate the love. It’s flattering. I couldn’t thank you more for all of your comments… (even if you don’t click on the blog!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lol.)

Yet, the pictures are there to draw attention…and i’m not gonna lie to you and say that they’re not. I’m just saying that SOME strangers simply need to learn some manners. Like what strangers, talk shit like that to women they’ve never spoken too. What strangers show you their willy? What strangers, try to give your vagina selfie tips? Lol. (He didn’t even have a profile pic. You can’t give out selfie tips, without a profile pic. ๐Ÿ™‚ )

On a cheery note:

I will tell you that I received the loveliest message from that guy, who sat next to me on the train to Manchester last weekend, before filming. The one that owns the clothing store.. I blogged about him.

This is what he send me,

‘I remember you saying about your blog, so I had a read and I saw that you put me in the post, and I just wanted to say thank you very much for your kind words. It genuinely meant a lot to read, when you’ve had a shit year and a half, so it means a lot to see something nice written about me. Thank you very much. It means a lot to me. ๐Ÿ™‚ x’ ‘

And see! It’s THOSE moments, that make me smile, that make a difference, that make me beam. THOSE MOMENTS that make me feel like the blog has a purpose, that I have a purpose and show me that i’ve inspired. Even the moments when NEW people take the time to read the blog.

You never get to read those messages, because they’re always sent to me privately. Meaning you only see, the ‘Hey sexy lady’ comments…..under tje half naked Wunna pics. (And I do love those comments too! They keep an old bird happy!! ๐Ÿ™‚ )

I get quite a lot of those lovely messages..so now, as they come in, i’m gonna start putting them on my blog. I’m actually astounded because it’s the smallest things, in my diary that have impacted people, with love. The smallest things have great power.

I’m a glamourous girl…Yes. I’m sassy…Yes. I fancy myself as a glamour puss. Yes. I’m an attention whore…Yes.

Yipppeee!

But, I have an awesome sense of humour. Which is the BEST THING about me, other than having great boobs and that never comes across on my selfies. People don’t expect me to have a personality…and i’d say my personality CERTAINLY out weighs the way I look.

But i’m a simple girl…I DO APPRECIATE, the finer things in life...(I’m not going to lie to you.)ย  And I DO LOVE IT, when a guy treats you well.

ย However, it’s the smallest things that make me smile. I love expression. I love thoughtfulness. Mixed in with sexiness. I could have all the riches in the entire world. I could be the MOST FAMOUS and MOST SUCCESSFUL PERSON EVER……

Yet, to me, what is success if you go through life and never ever inspire others…What is success, If you never put your children first…If you never found a great man or wonderful woman that loved you with every inch of their heart….If you never took a chance and chose a career that you loved, if you never appreciated your friends, your family….YOURSELF, If you never stood your ground, If you never felt the glisten of happiness, swirling through your soul….

If you never have achieved any of the above..then what success have you actually achieved??? They’re ALL things that riches cannot buy!

They’re all things that matter to Me…

Happy Friday,

Chrissie x

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When girls need a *pamper.*

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I remember, back in the day, that I used to always *preach,* (I adore it when i get ‘preachy,) that all Girls, Ladies, Dolls….whatever title we wish to label ourselves, should make sure that they enjoy a *pamper* at least ONE day a week and if our lives were far too busy, than we should definitely try to get in our *pamper* day ever two weeks, or at the VERY LEAST once a MONTH.

I still think this is important, as often we as women, forget to plonk ourselves on the ‘Winners Podium,’ and usually out of choice, (and this has nothing to do with us being an insecure sex, as if anything I believe women have become more and more confident over the years and more to do with the fact that ‘other things’ like children, work, hobbies, boyfriends, husbands, friendships, drama and all sorts, tend to sometimes be placed infront.)

It’s cold today, bare with me. I’m exotic. I literally can’t do anything in the cold.

Okay, so when I say *pamper,* i’m not necessarily meaning, go to a spa, fling out of your Mummy gowns or work clothes, slip into the white towelled robe and be dipped into mud baths, massages and champagne sips. (Although that is something that I will always adore, I’ve just done it so much in my life, that I can probably mark it off as less of a luxury and more of something ‘regular.’ Not so much now, But, yes…it should be regular. Lol.) But what I do mean, is just that moment, that half hour, that day, that we take out to just do something for us! For ourselves. Something WE love, that we’ve chosen to do as a luxury.

Now, this luxury can be anything, It CAN be the spa. Or it could be half an hour to ourselves, alone, at home. A shopping trip. An evening in with the babies, if you work all the time and never get that. An evening out with the girls. if all you seem to do is be at home with the babies. A ‘date night’ if you never get treated to one. Or a pyjama night, if you’re always out on ‘look at me’ dates. It could be a moment that to take to write a blog, enjoy a hobby, get your hair done, your nails done, or just pig out, eat millions of carbs with no face on. A day where you do the opposite, glam up, flounce around in a dress and enjoy a salad because you’re determined to start that diet and care about you for a change, because you never have the time to do it. It could be work harder, Work less. Have someone do something for you, if you’re always being the doer. Have fun or just take a nap! Lol. YOUR thing.

It can be anything! Something big. Something small. Something, anything.

No matter what kind of girl you are, ALL girls need this day. (As do boys. Yet, I always think women are a bit more selfless than ‘the boys.)

I mean, as soon as I come home from work, the first think I do is pour a wine, get out of my ‘routine’ clothes and maybe write a blog. Me time. Sometimes, I don’t and I plummet myself into baby and girlfriend mode.

But i’ve said it millions of times before and I’ll always say it again….make sure you get your *pamper.*

That’s all. I’m off, Love you loads! x

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