Bed day, Mummyhood & Racism


Bed day! Bed day! Bed day!

I’ve been inundated with a sexy case of the flu. It’s dolloped all over me with a ‘yeah baby-gotcha.’ Yet when you’re a Mum and you have two little winkles to care for, with all of your kitty cat heart, you’re sort of not allowed to have the flu. That’s fine by me. I cooked. I played. I loved. Then when it came to bed rest, I woke up, I fed, I nappy changed through the night. I cuddled. I sang. I did it all the way through until 5am and I guess yeah it was challenging, but it’s the overcoming of challenges that ‘champion’ you with a sense of achievement. So, if you’re a Mum, or even a ‘Daddy of the year’…when you really think you can’t handle it, know that you can. If i can, anyone can! All you have to do is fill your heart with love, or body with gin 🙂 and then make it to the finish line with a smile! 🙂

I’m grateful for Ruby & Junior. So, these days when asked if my cup is half full or half empty, my only response is the that i’m grateful to have a cup. I’m naturally a glamour puss and often i’ve found the roller coaster of my life quite difficult, emotionally. Yet at the end of the day (and I do say this as i’m in my pyjamas, with no work today, slumming it because I finally get to be ill…even though I have still done my face and had chilli con carne for breakfast) that a pretty face gets old…a nice body will change…but a good woman will always be a good woman. I’m that…i’m a good woman and that’s something that even when stripped bare, no-one can take away from me. My natural integrity is good, even though it may not ‘seem’ so to those who don’t know me. But I’ve done life in ‘L’ plates and all over this merry world.  At 32, with two children, i can honestly say..I’m there! *Flings L-Plates off* When it comes to parenting, all you have to do, to be a good parent is to SET THE EXAMPLE. I mean you want your kids to grow up, look back and say, ‘My mum was great, she always did this with me & that with me and always stood strong no matter what..’ Or..’My Dad was a romantic…he loved mum so much, he worked hard too and I want to be just like him.’

Anyway, enough of all that. I’m currently having to arrange a calendar shoot, whilst fluey. Hardly the sexiest combination. But whatever, being a Glamour Puss rocks. I haven’t shot in ages, so it’ll feel good. I’m actually also doing a big shoot for this website, to give you all a bit of an update. I’m a whole different being these days and even though i’m still as GLITZY, I’m certainly far less tragIco.

Christmas is almost here!! My favourite time of year. My birthday a week before. This year is special because it’s my son Junior’s FIRST EVER Christmas and the first Christmas where my little Baby Ruby actually KNOWS what’s going to be going down. She understands Santa, she of course understands presents, she loves the smell of it, the look of it, the merriment and just the basic warmth of it all and simply because I taught her well. So yeah, it’s almost here. Well…its 98 days to be exact, which to me, is a lot. In Wunna Land, things change by the hour, let alone the day, LET ALONE NINETY EIGHT OF THEM. But our local garden centre is filled with Christmas prettiness right now and it has filled my world and in fact Ruby’s world with absolute utter joy! It’s just going to be so wonderful on Christmas Eve getting Ruby excited for the morning  and SO GREAT to be waking up next to them on Christmas day and rushing them to the tree to open all their goodies. I keep replaying it and replaying it over in my head. *Happy face* I don’t know where we’ll be, but nonetheless it will be magical. I really do want to adopt elves this year and simply so I can have them mulling around the joint, all angry and scowly, but still pouring me wine whenever I demand them to.

So, i’ve been writing this blog over hours and simply between blowing my nose, laying around and watching daytime tv and just as I thought the world was a safer place I go through the news and read this;

On Sunday, the first ever Indian-American girl was crowned Miss.America, which I believe is amazing. She’s beautiful. So, she was born in Syracuse, New York, making her an American, yet she is of Indian heritage. Therefore it’s just the same as me being born in England, which makes me British. However, i’m fully Burmese through blood. Innit.

But oh no…people can’t just *clap* and be happy for her big win! No! Instead she is now being called…get this…’a terrorist.’ WTF! Who raised these people? She’s Indian-American, hence why she’s not rocking a Snow White glow of skin colour. All she’s done is work hard, wear a tiara, carry around some flowers, cheerily wave and like bubble baths in the name of happiness, national achievement and love. She hasn’t strapped bombs to her beings and cunningly sat in dark corners wanting to blow the country up.

Get an education you Plonkers! Firstly, if you are one of those Americans who have chosen to be racist- Not knowing that you are actually an immigrant is bad history. Not knowing an Indian from an Arab is bad geography. Assuming that ALL Arabs are terrorists is simply poor judgement and shows a lack of life experience.

Seriously have a read through some of the things they’ve been saying about her in the above link. It’s so terrible, that you can only scratch your head and feel sorry for people who have not had the opportunity to be educated approrpriately.

So in the name of ‘Nina Davuluri,’ the current Miss.America, I think you’re beautiful and certainly not responsible for the 9/11 attacks. Lol. CONGRATULATIONS ON MAKING HISTORY!!! #whatnumpties #racismistragic




2 thoughts on “Bed day, Mummyhood & Racism”

  1. I saw your post on FB and actually made a similar point about the racist posters from the USA not even comprehending the fact they are immigrants themselves. Glad I’m not the only one who immediately spotted the elephant in the room!

    Same in the UK we are all a rather varied mix of races. tribes etc – being an island and being invaded/conquered over the centuries has given us quite a mix of genes – roman, anglo saxon, viking, nordic, Irish and further afield.

    I do hope your own gorgeous and unique heritage does not see you suffer any of this type of ridiculous xenophobia.


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