Remember me? I used to post here sometimes.. Well good news! I’m back. I wish I could say I had been off seeing the world, checking out the seven wonders or even camping in England but none of the above I’m afraid.. I have just been busy. But never fear! I am back in the … Continue reading

Sentimental Sundays

This weeks Sentimental Sundays post is dedicated to relationships (heavy, huh?).

It has taken me a long time to realise that life is not like the movies.

The Boyf and I have been through a lot in a relatively short space of time. We met on December 1st 2010 and started renting a house together at the end of April 2011. After the initial excitement of looking for a property, unpacking our belongings and searching for the perfect house hold appliances (yes, I really am that much of a geek) we eventually settled down into everyday life.

It was then it hit us, I think the exact thought was something along the lines of ‘oh, so this is it then’.

We then spent a good couple of months feeling sorry for ourselves, questioning if we had made the right decision, questioning if we were really right for each other, questioning the reasons a 24 year old and a 26 year old were sat in watching Strictly Come Dancing on a Saturday night when everyone else our age was out drinking the loopy juice. We fought until we cried. And then we realised (after many heart to hearts with my mum – she’s amazing) that you have to make your own happiness.

People (myself included) believe that love is all about walking around with butterflies in your stomach and birds singing mary-poppins stylee as you walk hand in hand through a bed of roses.

Well it’s not.

Love means different things to different people.

To me, love is still wanting to hold him tightly, even when I want to punch him in the nose.

Love is the private jokes we have that no one but us will ever understand (or find funny if they did..)

Love is waking up next to someone and not wanting to move because you are enjoying your snuggle to much.

Love is loving his weird and quirky ways.

Love is knowing what he is going to say, even before he has said it.

Love is talking in goofy voices that you wouldn’t dream of letting anyone else here.

Love is not being embarrassed when he never understands any jokes ever.

Love is cooking his dinner every night whilst moaning that he never does anything around the house.

Love is constant nagging.

Love is sitting for hours at a time whilst helping him with his books.

Love is laughing until you cry.

Love is doing nothing but sitting.

Love is arguing because you care.

Love is blazing rows over who spilt the milk and then laughing about it later.

Love is singing at the top of your voices whilst holding an invisible microphone.

But mostly? Love is knowing that the person sitting next to you is the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, no matter how many trials and tribulations you have to go through to get there.

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Little from large

Let me set the scene for you.

Upon arriving home from our Christmas break in the south of France we visited the Boyf mum for an evening meal.

Before serving up an incredible display of pancakes I took myself to the bathroom.

‘what do we have here’ I said to myself.

This suspicious looking object was in fact a set of weighing scales. Now I hadn’t weighed myself in around 7 months and I believe the last time I did I was 164lb’s. That was bad enough.

So I removed my clothing (like you do before dinner in someone else’s house..) and carefully positioned myself on the scales.

The number on the scales was horrifying for me.


Now this may not seem like a huge amount but for my 5″4 frame it is pretty ginormous.

This was the wake up call I needed.

So (after finishing the pancakes) I made a commitment. I reinstalled ‘my fitness pal’ on my iPhone and got back on track with my calorie count.

Over the next few months I began to lose weight, weighing in at 147.4lb’s at the beginning of June. That’s a loss of 24lb’s.

Canada ended it all.

I gained 5lb’s in Canada and have only managed to budge 2 of those since returning home.

I currently weigh 151.2.

Now, the NHS website tells me I need to weigh 133lb’s to be ‘healthy’.

Today I am back on it.

I am hoping if I track a little bit of my progress on here (never fear, this will NOT become a weight loss blog) I may find some willpower to lose those last 18lb’s.

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March, as February was a bit boring..

March was a strange month for me.

March was a month of ‘things to look forward too’. The Boyf and I were given the exciting news that we were celebrating my grandparents 50th wedding anniversary at The Ritz. Yes, you heard, The Ritz.

We had also made the decision to purchase a puppy, so that was another excitement for us. Both of these things were happening in April so more about that later.

March is also the month in which the Boyf was born.

Now I don’t know about you but I am a little bit of a birthday fanatic so naturally I had the house decorated, a candeled muffin ready and a stack of presents patiently waiting to be opened by the time the birthday boy woke up.

Unfortunately, I had to do a system reset on my phone which consequently lost all my photos and therefore I have no proof of how amazing my attempts were. Better luck next time.

The end of March was a hard time for my family and I. March 21st 2012 marks the day my great grandmother passed away. This is not a subject I feel ready to talk about just yet as it still feels very raw however I will say that my Nana was the most incredible woman and I love and miss her very much.

Stay tuned for Aprils shinanghans, what could be better than a weekend at the Ritz??! Continue reading


So this week marks my ‘500 views’ goal post along with my 20 followers mark!

Now, to the expert blogger this is no big deal.

To the novice?  a huge one.

Some facts for you:

That is on average –

  • 13.2 views per day
  • 92.4 views per week
  • 400.4 views per month
  • 0.5 Followers per day
  • 3.7 Followers per week
  • 16 Followers per month

These figures demonstrate to me that people actually read this thing!

*little happy dance*

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WordPress Wednesdays!

A blog I have been completely gripped to this past week is Hopes and Dreams.

I think I stumbled across it through a link on Pinterest, but ever since I did, I have read it word for word, right back from when it started in November 2009.

This blog is written predominantly by Jessi, wife to John.  Although, John does get his word in every now and again!

In a nut shell (I wouldn’t want to ruin the story for you, obviously you are going to hop right over there once you have read this..) Jessi and John are Latterday Saints and met from a distance at church (I am saying this all in my own words so if anyone feels the need to correct any of the deets then please do comment!) following a rather lovely first date, they got to know each other more and John popped the question.. wedding to follow.. baby to follow that..

That’s all you’re getting from me on the story front, you will have to go and check it out for yourselves for all the nitty-gritty.. They are the perfect level of cute, cheesy, romantic and real.

Anyway.. a post that really caught my eye was this one.

I feel I can relate to it on many levels.  I am sure I am not the only one who has read blogs (Hopes and dreams included) and thought ‘I wish my life was that hunky dory..’ or looked through Facebook photos and thought ‘why isn’t my life so exciting and adventurous!?’

But in reality?  neither is theirs (as in anybody’s.. not Jessi and Johns.. I am pretty sure theirs is amazing!) but you get my drift.. and the drift of Jessi’s post.

No one has a Facebook album entitled ‘The Bad Times’ do they?!  People post the good because that is what is important to focus on.

Everyone faces trials and tribulations, granted, some more that others, but people don’t like to boast about them.

Anyway, I guess what I am saying is this post was a real eye opener for me.

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Musical Mondays

This week the charts are getting a bit repetitive with the same old songs appearing time and time again.

I guess that will happen a lot.

So, in a nut shell:

United Kingdom (along with the world charts)

Maroon 5 – Payphone

USA, Europe, France, Denmark, Czech Republic and Brazil

Carly Rae Jepson – Call Me Maybe

Right, so now we have the repetitive, singles chart out the way, I thought we would jazz it up a little and move on to ‘Movie Monday’s!’

So, taking the UK box office by storm this week we have Prometheus in the lead, closely followed by Men In Black 3.

The US have been taken over by Ted, yes, the sexiness that is Magic Mike has been outvoted by a teddy bear.

Now, I haven’t actually seen any of the above films as yet but if I have to choose between aliens, more aliens a teddy bear and a naked Channing Tatum? I know which one I would go for…..

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Other news from January

I accidently auditioned for Big Brother.

Yes, you heard.

I travelled to Cardiff with a friend so she could audition, only to be told only auditionees were allowed in the building.

It was cold. It was wet. And the audition process can last up to 7 hours.

I had no choice.

Needless to say, I did not get past the second round! Continue reading