The next four weeks are going to be very odd. The croc is going backpacking in Thailand for the whole month of July starting from this weekend :-( Well he's flying to Algeria first to do a Hed Kandi gig leaving tomorrow then he flies back to London and then out the next day for Thailand! He's a proper little jet setter now which makes me wonder where my inner backpacker has got to recently. I always have itchy feet (not in the athletes foot type of way) but as in I always want to travel and explore new places. I guess the fact that I rent a flat, own a car, training to become a journalist and holding down a full time job have something to do with it. But why don't we throw caution to the wind sometimes and spend out hard earned cash on something more exciting that fabric softener and dog food. We all get set in our ways sometimes and stuck in a little rut wishing the weeks away to count down to that package holiday in Magaluf that you've been saving for all year. Go to the places you've always wanted to go to, there are ways and means. Take me. I've ALWAYS wanted to go to New York. It's on my 'places to visit' list and I've always said, like a lot of people, 'oooh I'd love to go there one day'. Well people, that day has finally come. Instead of wishing I was somewhere, I'm actually going to go. Me and the Croc are going hopefully in September for a week and we going to stay in hostels, true backpacker style. I'm very excited.
But in the meantime, Dan is leaving. He flies to Algeria tonight then straight to Thailand. That's 32 days without kisses (and cuddles!) It's going to be very tough and there are going to be good days and bad days which will probably be documented on the blog. I think it will take me a week or so for it to sink in properly so that leaves three weeks. But I have a plan! A plan to look amazing for when he comes back- a get fit and healthy plan. The time I would be spending with Dan I'm going to go for a power walk or a swim. 32 days of that and I should be as fit as a butchers dog. As well as this, I've also made sure my weekend's are so jam packed so I don't have the opportunity to miss him! I've got hair cuts, sleepover's, cinema trips, dinners out, lunches out and a potential weekend in Newquay so I think I will be a pretty busy girl.
We are used to spending time apart. When we first met, we spent 5 months apart when he was still in Australia and I was in England. We still spoke to each other every day but it got really hard towards the end. That was 2 years ago so we've come a long way since then but we will be fine. He'll be back in the blink of an eye!
Wednesday, 29 June 2011
Saturday, 25 June 2011
The hen party to end all hen parties!
OMG. That's all I can say about my booze filled, 3 day head banger of a weekend. 3 hen's, 2 farmhouse cottages, 1 hot tub, 3 naked butlers, 50 bottles of wine and 28 girls partying just about sums it up in a nutshell. It was AMAZING. Crazy but amazing. Lunch, dinner and breakfast was like feeding the 5,000 and I was in charge of making the tea which is no mean feat when your trying to remember who has sugar and who doesn't.
It got off with a bang on the Friday. We met up in the pub at 11am and got on our coach at 2pm. Our destination- Buxton in Derbyshire. In the middle of nowhere with nothing but an abundance of sheep and a few horses. To be fair, there's something about the country air that gets rid of your hangover in a flash, apart from the smell of manure which makes the bile come out of nowhere. Friday night, with the excitement of us all being together in a country lodge we went a bit mad. The 50 bottles of wine and 2 of every spirit you can think of was calling us and before you know it, we'd hit it hard. We woke the next morning to a mountain of empty bottles fearing we'd drunk the whole weekend's rations. The food situation wasn't looking too great either. A lot of us had unknowingly got the munchies...really bad and we had consumed about 30 bags of crisps between us- not the diddy packs which have nothing in them but the family packs.
Saturday, we had a host of games prepared including dodgeball with water bombs, volleyball, football and rounders. Unfortunately, the rain came but in teh true spirit of trying to get rid of a raging hangover, we ploughed on thinking the rain and wind whipping across our faces was only doing us good. It passed though and we had lots of fun.
Saturday afternoon, Claire had planned an afternoon of pampering and complete with pressies (pink flannels with our names on, nail varnishes, face packs, leg gels, nail cream, nail stickers) we spent the afternoon pampering each other and generally being really girlie. We had more pressies to open- a pair of brightly coloured board shorts which we were all to wear to the party starting at 8pm.
At 8pm the party started. The buffet was flowing, the wine was flowing and the naughty bits were flowing. Hang on a sec, yes you did read that right. Naughty bits, a plenty! Three naked butlers and 28 girls was bound to be a bad combination. Throwing a hot tub into the mix was even worse. We were assured they don't get naked very often but I saw enough naked man that night to last me a lifetime. There are things that I've seen and heard that I never thought I'd see and hear. I did befriend an inflatable turtle which kept me company all night long with a bottle of wine which was glued to my hands...good times. Being a hen party, what went on in that cottage stays in that cottage so that's all I'm going to say. The journey home wasn't pleasant, we were all tired and hungover. Luckily, I had booked the Monday off work to chill out and a definite chill out was needed. What I did take away with me that weekend, besides all the pressies, was a lifetime of memories and a weekend which was much needed to forget about the mundane things like work and so on. I'm just sitting back and waiting for the facebook pics to come flooding in! In the meantime, here's a sneaky peek! Cover your eyes mother!
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It got off with a bang on the Friday. We met up in the pub at 11am and got on our coach at 2pm. Our destination- Buxton in Derbyshire. In the middle of nowhere with nothing but an abundance of sheep and a few horses. To be fair, there's something about the country air that gets rid of your hangover in a flash, apart from the smell of manure which makes the bile come out of nowhere. Friday night, with the excitement of us all being together in a country lodge we went a bit mad. The 50 bottles of wine and 2 of every spirit you can think of was calling us and before you know it, we'd hit it hard. We woke the next morning to a mountain of empty bottles fearing we'd drunk the whole weekend's rations. The food situation wasn't looking too great either. A lot of us had unknowingly got the munchies...really bad and we had consumed about 30 bags of crisps between us- not the diddy packs which have nothing in them but the family packs.
Saturday, we had a host of games prepared including dodgeball with water bombs, volleyball, football and rounders. Unfortunately, the rain came but in teh true spirit of trying to get rid of a raging hangover, we ploughed on thinking the rain and wind whipping across our faces was only doing us good. It passed though and we had lots of fun.
Saturday afternoon, Claire had planned an afternoon of pampering and complete with pressies (pink flannels with our names on, nail varnishes, face packs, leg gels, nail cream, nail stickers) we spent the afternoon pampering each other and generally being really girlie. We had more pressies to open- a pair of brightly coloured board shorts which we were all to wear to the party starting at 8pm.
At 8pm the party started. The buffet was flowing, the wine was flowing and the naughty bits were flowing. Hang on a sec, yes you did read that right. Naughty bits, a plenty! Three naked butlers and 28 girls was bound to be a bad combination. Throwing a hot tub into the mix was even worse. We were assured they don't get naked very often but I saw enough naked man that night to last me a lifetime. There are things that I've seen and heard that I never thought I'd see and hear. I did befriend an inflatable turtle which kept me company all night long with a bottle of wine which was glued to my hands...good times. Being a hen party, what went on in that cottage stays in that cottage so that's all I'm going to say. The journey home wasn't pleasant, we were all tired and hungover. Luckily, I had booked the Monday off work to chill out and a definite chill out was needed. What I did take away with me that weekend, besides all the pressies, was a lifetime of memories and a weekend which was much needed to forget about the mundane things like work and so on. I'm just sitting back and waiting for the facebook pics to come flooding in! In the meantime, here's a sneaky peek! Cover your eyes mother!
Tom's 13th Birthday!
I sometimes feel a bit like my life is one of those fairground carousel's. Like the cartoon one in Mary Poppins (SUCH a great film!) where I'm whizzing round and round in circles doing so much and being so busy that I don't have time to get off and chill out. Well it finally caught up with me last week when I caught a chest infection. I have a slight lung condition which means I'm prone to contracting chest infections much more easily than others and I can usually tell when one's coming. This one has been coming for two weeks and I have tried to curb with it with copius amounts of orange juice, iron tablets, multi- vitamins and fruit and veg. Unfortunately, as I got cold on the weekend in Essex and pushed myself to the limit- I got worse and had to have Monday and Tuesday off work. I'm one of these people who feel really guilty when I have time off work, even though I was genuinely ill. But it was nice to relax and watch films. (By the way, I've just rented Tangled, the new Disney film and highly recommend it).
Anyway, I've started on the antibiotics just to keep it from developing further and it seems to be doing the trick. If it develops fully, I'm no good to man nor beast for at LEAST two weeks.
So last week was my little brother's 13th birthday. It' so strange as I still feel like he's a baby. I was 13 when he was born. I was meant to have a big party for all my friends but ended up not being allowed in case my mum went into labour. Luckily enough, little Thomas wasn't born until 10th June 1998. He's so grown up now and started looking like a proper young man- it's so hard to believe he's finally going to become a teenager. It's true what they say, it really does go far too quickly.
PS) as the balloon flight was cancelled yet again last week, we have re booked for the 15th August. Fingers crossed the weather will hold up for us!
Anyway, I've started on the antibiotics just to keep it from developing further and it seems to be doing the trick. If it develops fully, I'm no good to man nor beast for at LEAST two weeks.
So last week was my little brother's 13th birthday. It' so strange as I still feel like he's a baby. I was 13 when he was born. I was meant to have a big party for all my friends but ended up not being allowed in case my mum went into labour. Luckily enough, little Thomas wasn't born until 10th June 1998. He's so grown up now and started looking like a proper young man- it's so hard to believe he's finally going to become a teenager. It's true what they say, it really does go far too quickly.
PS) as the balloon flight was cancelled yet again last week, we have re booked for the 15th August. Fingers crossed the weather will hold up for us!
Tuesday, 7 June 2011
Well Reem!
The last weekend has been really fun, busy but really fun. The croc and I spent some time together, more than we've been able to the last few weeks. I accompanied him to Southend on Sea...to all those not in the know, that's in Essex. Dan works away every weekend to do his Hedkandi gigs and to be honest I had absolutely no idea what was involved- until Saturday night.
To start with, the balloon flight was cancelled AGAIN! The day was perfect, a little windy but that wind could spell big trouble apparantly. So after three (or possibly more) attempts, I'm still the proud owner of two bits of paper entitling us to a flight. It's getting very tiresome, it will be two years this christmas since I bought those.
So Saturday we travelled in the baking hot sun to Essex. The weather was beautiful but unfortunately we spent the whole day in a dark and dingy nightclub setting up all the gear. Now it usually takes Dan 2-3 hours to set up the stuff but through my lack of experience and not wanting to get up tall ladders, it took him...wait for it....4 and a half hours. I was tearing my hair out by the end of it. I did as much as I could to help but in the end I did the run for food, drink and an emergency staple gun from B&Q.
The night was great. There was an amazing DJ called Sarah Louise and a saxophonist called Yasmine who were lovely and did a cracking job. Dan mostly had fun with the confetti cannon and we stayed up until 4.30am.
A few hours sleep later and we were back in the club dismantling the stuff that had taken four and a half hours the day before to put up. We left about 2pm and drove the three and a half hours back to Brum. We were shattered but it did put it in perspective just how hard Dan works for his money.
Since then, I've had two days off work and I've come down with a horrible chest infection. Not good. Hopefully be back on my feet for this weekend but for now, my memories of Essex are well reem!! xx
To start with, the balloon flight was cancelled AGAIN! The day was perfect, a little windy but that wind could spell big trouble apparantly. So after three (or possibly more) attempts, I'm still the proud owner of two bits of paper entitling us to a flight. It's getting very tiresome, it will be two years this christmas since I bought those.
So Saturday we travelled in the baking hot sun to Essex. The weather was beautiful but unfortunately we spent the whole day in a dark and dingy nightclub setting up all the gear. Now it usually takes Dan 2-3 hours to set up the stuff but through my lack of experience and not wanting to get up tall ladders, it took him...wait for it....4 and a half hours. I was tearing my hair out by the end of it. I did as much as I could to help but in the end I did the run for food, drink and an emergency staple gun from B&Q.
The night was great. There was an amazing DJ called Sarah Louise and a saxophonist called Yasmine who were lovely and did a cracking job. Dan mostly had fun with the confetti cannon and we stayed up until 4.30am.
A few hours sleep later and we were back in the club dismantling the stuff that had taken four and a half hours the day before to put up. We left about 2pm and drove the three and a half hours back to Brum. We were shattered but it did put it in perspective just how hard Dan works for his money.
Since then, I've had two days off work and I've come down with a horrible chest infection. Not good. Hopefully be back on my feet for this weekend but for now, my memories of Essex are well reem!! xx
My Birthday celebrations!
After being thrown back into work with a bang (a half an hour rant in the office by my manager), I've almost completely forgotten my birthday celebrations two weekends ago. Almost. The weekend has been filled with dinners out, cocktails, cake and ice cream. I feel like I took the traditionally birthday 'treat' to a whole new level of spoiling my body and indulging in the sugar cravings.
Friday night saw a dinner with my family and the croc at a well known Italian chain restaurant. It was very lovely but felt very full when moving onto the spoons afterwards to soak up a jug of aptly named Woo Woo. I did definitely 'Woo' after a few glasses of that. After lots of drinks, we called it a night. I split cocktail down my lovely dress and my feet were hurting...a lot. Is this what a 26 year old has come to? Dribbling and walking slowly because of the pain from her feet?
Saturday was good. After meeting up with my brother and sister for a good hot chocolate in Starbucks, I headed back to Brum to prepare for the evenings shenanigans of a night out with the girls. When they arrived I was still in my PJ's and they were dressed up to the nines. Instead of going out, we had a lot of wine (and more cocktails) and ordered pizza and watched the video's I recorded when we lived in Oz. Was a cracking night!
Sunday, me and Fowler had a much needed fry up followed by a trip to asda to stock up the supplies. It was a nice chill out day actually.
Monday- when Dan returned from work we went to the cinema and dinner out which was lovely. We were so full that we could hardly move but by this point I was too excited fro my birthday the day after to care!
Tuesday- My Birthday! After 4 days of celebrations the day had finally arrived. Dan brought me breakfast in bed accompanied by pressies! Tickets to the Royal Shakespeare company in Stratford, some soap and glory goodies and a cute picture frame of the two of us. We ventured to Stratford for the day under my specification as I really wanted a Mr Whippy with a flake and some strawberry sauce. We strolled around in the lovely sunshine and ended up having a sneaky drink in the pub on the way to my mums. At my mum's she'd made an amazing two tiered cake complete with stuck on flowers and butterflies. I was spoiled with pressies and was absolutely shattered by the time we came back to Birmingham.
Friday night saw a dinner with my family and the croc at a well known Italian chain restaurant. It was very lovely but felt very full when moving onto the spoons afterwards to soak up a jug of aptly named Woo Woo. I did definitely 'Woo' after a few glasses of that. After lots of drinks, we called it a night. I split cocktail down my lovely dress and my feet were hurting...a lot. Is this what a 26 year old has come to? Dribbling and walking slowly because of the pain from her feet?
Saturday was good. After meeting up with my brother and sister for a good hot chocolate in Starbucks, I headed back to Brum to prepare for the evenings shenanigans of a night out with the girls. When they arrived I was still in my PJ's and they were dressed up to the nines. Instead of going out, we had a lot of wine (and more cocktails) and ordered pizza and watched the video's I recorded when we lived in Oz. Was a cracking night!
Sunday, me and Fowler had a much needed fry up followed by a trip to asda to stock up the supplies. It was a nice chill out day actually.
Monday- when Dan returned from work we went to the cinema and dinner out which was lovely. We were so full that we could hardly move but by this point I was too excited fro my birthday the day after to care!
Tuesday- My Birthday! After 4 days of celebrations the day had finally arrived. Dan brought me breakfast in bed accompanied by pressies! Tickets to the Royal Shakespeare company in Stratford, some soap and glory goodies and a cute picture frame of the two of us. We ventured to Stratford for the day under my specification as I really wanted a Mr Whippy with a flake and some strawberry sauce. We strolled around in the lovely sunshine and ended up having a sneaky drink in the pub on the way to my mums. At my mum's she'd made an amazing two tiered cake complete with stuck on flowers and butterflies. I was spoiled with pressies and was absolutely shattered by the time we came back to Birmingham.
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