Wednesday, 13 June 2018

The Love Islander!

Last year I never got the buzz from the popular, twisted love reality show.

I didn't even give it a try if I am honest, I seriously could think of better things to spend my time on and found the constant babble about it annoying, but this year I have caught on to how addictive the show is! I wouldn't say I was a fan girl or anything, but I do go glossy eyed at the mention of a contestant!

I don't completely hate the heavily made up, greased up, scantily clad people that walk around the 'love island' as much as I thought. There is a part of me that finds myself staring way too long at one of the sexy males thighs or even the many pairs of boobs....(seriously, they have underboob out any can one even look away?

I mean, yeah...I am not a fan of Eyal...he talks way too much! And reminds me of Ramsey from Game of Thrones with his annoying drone! And I don't really like Adam, who seriously loves himself WAY too much..... does he realise that he looks a bit of a numpty at times...but I am enjoying watching the 'Big Brother' style show. 

To say that I look forward to watching it each evening would be the GODS Honest Truth! :D 

I was disappointed to find that Niall had left though, he was my favourite! I loved how he spoke, he wasn't too 'muggy' at all. 

The coupling and re-coupling of the males and females does my head in a little....I know its a show, but I just cant get my head around someone snogging one person one day and then spooning someone else the next...but maybe I am getting old and boring!

What I would like is a big old drunken punch up! I would love to see DR Alex kick off and beat the shit out of Eyal....That would be entertaining to see! That Dr has took way too much shit already. Nobody fancies him! Nobody wants to pair up with him, except for Somali who is kind of in the same boat....and he is already second best to the other 'knob-jockeys'.

What is wrong with those girls? Alex is probably the best looking guy in there! Are they insane??

DR Alex is hot to trot!

S x

Sunday, 10 June 2018

Love Island

Last year I missed all the hype about Love Island.
I have never really been a fan of Caroline Flack and she helped to steer me clear of the show. As the popularity of it took off then I wished I had followed from the first episode but there was way too much to catch up on so I just gave up.

This year, I told myself that I was going to give it ago.

Yeah, sure the annoying Flack woman is presenting it, but so far I have only seen her once.

And Yeah, the girls make me want to slap fake tan on and saunter around in a bikini (If I owned a bikini).

Sure, the boys make my eyes pop out of my head as they flex their pecks, which are always shiny! The type of shine which attracts the eye and has you following the contours of the many muscles they are harbouring. 

And yeah, the romances are as fake as 'knock-off' perfume from a market seller...

...But I still find myself switching in to see what is happening, everyday. 

I already love Dani - She is Danny Dyers daughter and she is charming and funny, reminding me a bit of Stacey Solomon. 

I find it funny to watch the couplings; those that are forced and those that seem to be moving towards a more serious nature. 

Tonight 3 new people came to the island to shake things up a bit! 2 Guys and 1 Girl!

It may sound sad.....but I am looking forward to tomorrows episode!

I am a Love Islander Groupie!

Driving me Mad

It has been almost 18 months now since I started driving and little by little my love of it is waning because people are such JERKS on the road!

When Stew drove (before his accident) I used to laugh at his 'road-rage' moments. You know the ones! He's driving along, someone cuts him up or doesn't give way and he swore and called them all the 'colourful' words he could think of. I used to laugh, I put it down to him being hot-headed and I even commented that he should let it go over his head and ignore them....just concentrate on driving, I said.

Man, I was a knob! Because I now understand the anger from having a 'rubbish' driver around you...and little did I know that there are SO many of them.

I never remember noticing the 'pillocks' too much on my driving lessons, but I notice them now.

If they aren't overtaking you because you aren't going quick enough on a 30mph road or not giving right of way on an island; or reversing at you and checking their blind-spots enough then they are driving so far up your arse, they are almost in the car with you.

My biggest bug-bear is when they don't give right of way though, especially on an island. Not the usual moments when they don't see you come round the bend on an island, I have enough time to see them and slow down...that doesn't bother me too much, even if I do huff a little, but I have had people pull out at the last second and I have had to pretty much STOP on an island as they saunter past, always looking straight ahead, never looking back at the car they cut up in case they get the ever needed 'Wanker' hand gesture.

When I first learnt to drive, I enjoyed it a lot more than I do now. But the 'bumholes' on the roads kill my love of driving.

Lets not even get started on the kids on bikes who ride right 'smack-bang' in the middle of the road whilst looking back at you smugly as you are forced to drive at 5mph!

No...lets not mention them!

Thursday, 29 March 2018

Update 29/3/2018

Hi All

This past week has been busy to say the least! We had throat infections last week. Oliver wasn't very well at all and had all of the week off sick. He was suffering with a high temperature and a really sore throat. The poor little man didn't want to eat and he spent a lot of time lying around doing nothing. Ethan turned 7 last Thursday and he woke to presents and a Pokémon Balloon. The years are going by way too quickly and I looked at Ethan with tears in my eyes. He has become an amazing young boy, full of life, always inquisitive, always eager to learn and always cheeky. I love him for the person that he is inside and out and cannot be any prouder of how he is growing.

Ethan went to school as normal and spent the day showing off his 7 Birthday Badge. He was happy to play with his best friend, Daniel and came out exclaiming that it was the best day of his life. Once home, he opened a few more presents, including Minecraft Storymode for PS4, Star Wars Remote Control Fighter and Lego. We are sitting here looking at his many birthday cards as I write this; he hasn't wanted to take them down yet. For tea we went to The Keymaster Pub, Hungry Horse.

The boys had hotdogs and chips. Carrots for Oliver, Veggie sticks for Ethan.

Stew had waffle and chicken mess on a plate.

When it came out then it didn't look very appealing, but he said it wasn't too bad, but he failed to finish it as some parts were very spicy.

I surveyed the menu for a long time, I had been having a rough few days with a tummy bug and I wasn't feeling very hungry, but at the same time I didn't want to pay expensive for something small like a salad. So in the end I had the Chick 'n' Mix which was plain chicken on skewers served with salad and rice with sweet chilli sauce.

As it was Ethans birthday then the boys wanted ice cream as a treat so they both had an ice-cream sundae which was a lot bigger than it looked on the menu. It was off the children's menu, cost £2 and was amazing! The boys loved them!

Friday and Saturday were relaxed - school runs, spending time with family and generally vegging out. On Sunday we took the boys to Thomas Land as a birthday treat for Ethan.

It started off well, for the first time this year the sun shone down brightly and it was lovely and warm. I spent the day with my coat off. We got there for 10.50 and the queues to get in were immense! We waited patiently, showed off our tickets and entered the gates where crowds of people were waiting to get on rides. We decided to get food out of the way first, so rather than joining the many huge crowds then we found a little pizza place, ordered food and enjoyed a small meal. At this point Ethan started to complain of tummy ache and said that he wasn't very hungry. We put it down to him being too excited, so we forced a bit of food down him before we headed off. It started off well. The boys went on a couple of rides together and hopped onto the carousel with me. Stew still struggles getting on and off of rides, so he waited patiently on the edge whilst we whizzed around on the galloping horses. We were about to get into a queue for Captain, when Ethan started crying. He was complaining of headache and saying he felt poorly. Not like him at all. He has always loved going to Thomas Land and loves going on the rides with me, especially Diesel Mayhem. I stayed with Oliver and Ethan went and waited with Stew, who took him for a sit down and a drink of water. When I got back to them after riding the water ride with Oliver then it was obvious that Ethan wouldn't be able to go on much else. He was so pale, he was tired and he didn't feel like being there at all. I took Oliver on one more ride and we decided to take them home an hour earlier.

It is such a shame that his day was ruined by him being unwell. But we have plans to go back again, as we always do and then there is Harry Potter Studios later in the year too.

The rest of this week has been work, school run, work, school run. We had the boys parents evenings last night and despite some comments regarding Oliver that I am not sure I agree with then I am happy with how they are both getting on.

Now it is the Easter Bank Holiday and I am so relieved. I feel like I am running on empty most days, running from one place to the next.

We have a date with Paw Patrol tomorrow in Walsall for Breakfast, So I will bid you Goodnight!

Have a fantastic, chocolatey Easter everyone! Hope the Easter Bunny doesn't nibble your carrots!

S x

Wednesday, 21 March 2018

Ethan Richard Geary

Dear Ethan

The moment I saw you, I knew you would be someone special.
You lay in my womb for almost 10 months and each kick and movement resonated within me. I felt as you grew inside me and waited very impatiently for you to be born. The days ticked by and eventually around 5 days past my due date you were delivered to me and your Dad.

I was groggy from drugs when I first saw your face; you were being dressed by the midwife and I could hear your cries but not see you. The anaesthetic was playing tricks on me and I was a little in and out of it, but I was determined to liven up so I could see you. You were brought over to me and even though I couldn't hold you, I happily soaked in how you looked. It was a few hours until I was able to hold you properly as I had been heavily sedated and my arms weren't strong enough to hold you at first. You were born around 9.30pm on 22nd March 2011 and I was able to hold you properly around 3am the next morning. There is a moment that I will never forget. They had taken me out of the observation room and were taking me back to the ward. They placed you in my arms as they wheeled the bed and we had this moment. Both of us looked at the other at the same time and we simply stared at one another. Your eyes narrowed slightly and your brow furrowed as though you were wondering 'who the hell I was'. And then your brow smoothed and you simply stared at me. There was no crying, no pulling of faces; you simply looked at me.

From that moment you have gone from a wonderful, bright, cheerful baby to a sensitive, intelligent gentle crazy soul. With every step we have watched your likes and dislikes change and watched in awe as you thrived in all things that you put your mind to. Your reading and word learning came on brilliantly and you were telling the time before you were 3 years old. You have a good chunk of me and your dad in you. Mentally you sponge information and retain it in your beautiful mind, as your father does. And you are a chatterbox and have a kooky sense of humour, like me. I would like to think that you get your sensational good looks from me too.

You love your family; work hard at school and you are building a loving/competitive relationship with your younger brother, Oliver.

Each day that you are in our lives only helps to make our days better. We love watching you grow and I hate the thought of the day when you will leave home and not need me as much. I want to stop you growing and hold on to you forever. I look back at your baby photos and realise that I marched through those days in a blur. I wish I had slowed down a bit, I wish I had enjoyed the nappy days, the sleepless nights and the endless CBeebies just so I could mentally take a picture of every moment I made with you. I want to slow down your growth, I want to stop you getting any bigger, because I know I will miss 6 year old Ethan as I miss newborn Ethan and 2 year old Ethan and 5 year old Ethan. Every stage you held onto my hand as I guided you on the right path.

So, tomorrow you will turn 7 and we will celebrate as we always do. We will give you presents and then we will take you out for a meal after school.

Please always remember that we love you, you make us so proud everyday. From the constant babble you make to the fact that you are a Minecraft fanatic. Everyday that I am alive I will always have your back, and as much I hate to see you grow,  I look forward to seeing where your future leads. Wherever you go or whatever you do, I will always be by your side and will always Love you.

Happy Birthday for tomorrow Pudding.

Mom xx

Monday, 19 March 2018

Ant McPartlin

Unless you aren't in to watching or listening to the news, then you have probably seen the latest on Ant Mcpartlin.

The 42 year old Geordie presenter was yesterday arrested following a collision he had with two other vehicles. The news stated that a 'drink-driving' charge had been given.

Twitter-verse and Social Media feeds alike were ablaze with the news that he had been out drink-driving. There was also news of a 3 year old girl being injured in the crash.

Some called for his immediate dismissal from ITV programming; some felt sorry for the family television favourite, especially as this isn't the first time in the last 2 years that he has been in the spotlight for personal reasons after admitting himself into rehab for substance abuse and then publicly divorcing from his wife of many years.

The news was fresh off the press last night and facts about the crash were hazy, although online newspapers and broadcasters confirmed details as though they were 'fact'. The details about the 3 year old were limited, but we still heard that she was 'seriously' injured and that she was admitted to hospital. The internet was up in arms. This man has been well loved for years, but nobody could condone the injury of a child. People slated him, his behaviour and even had a go at his mother for allowing him to drive (She was in the vehicle with him). I am one of those that agree that he should get help, I do think he should be convicted as someone out of the public eye should be; whether that means imprisonment, etc. But I do think that he will be beyond guilty over what he has done.

We don't know the full story. Did he drive out after having a skin full? Was he still drunk from the night before after an ALMIGHTY bender? Was he simply enjoying one too many drinks with lunch and thought he 'was fine' to drive? None of this is fine, none of this means he SHOULDNT be punished for what happened, but he is still human. He made a mistake; yes it was BIG one, but it was still a mistake.

I don't think we need a witch-hunt or a 'slate on his character'. What he does need is help from the producers of his shows? Does this not show that MAYBE he wasn't ready to get back into the limelight? I saw the episode recently of Saturday Night Takeaway when he and Dec drove monster trucks. After driving his car, Ant came away with a knocked up arm. I watched as he struggled to deal with the pain from that, he appeared jumpy and on edge. Was he concerned about how people would perceive him if he didn't ride through the pain? Was he worried that people would wonder whether he was using painkillers excessively again? Or was he edgy for another reason?

I do hope he gets himself back on track. I have been a huge fan of Ant and Dec since there 'Byker Grove' days and I have followed there careers ever since. I used to be a big fan when I was a teenager and had their posters on my walls.....I also have an embarrassing confession - I used to wear the same red shirt and pin-striped shirt that Dec wore in a number of posters I had of them. OH Dear!

Come on Ant! Don't give up! Ride it out, take your punishment and come back fighting!

Monday, 12 March 2018

This Month...

This Month I should be preparing for you to arrive. 
This Month I should be feeling you swirl and tap dance in my tummy. 
This Month I should be washing and rewashing your tiny clothes eager to put you into them. 
This Month I should be fed up with pregnancy; groaning daily and eager for it to be over.
This Month I should be eating my body weight in pickled onions or other foods I crave
This Month I should be talking to you repeatedly through the skin that parts us.
This Month I should be counting down the days until you arrive.
This Month I should be too big to drive around in my car.
This Month I should be complaining of heartburn and swollen ankles. 
This Month I should be on maternity leave, enjoying the thought of the months ahead.
This Month your brothers should be welcoming a new sibling, someone they would love.
This Month I should be holding you for the first time in my arms after you have been born.
This Month I should be bringing you home to add a very welcome addition to our family.


This Month I am plastering a smile on my face and trying to act like I am okay.
This Month I am crying almost daily at the days and memories I wont be able to make.
This Month I am picturing what you would have looked like and long for you painfully.
This Month I am carrying on at my work; trying to forget that I lost you.
This Month I am carrying on for my boys, and not showing them how sad I am.
This Month I am trying to push onwards and hoping April will be better.  
This Month I sneak glances up at your memory box before I go to bed each night, knowing that your ashes are safely stored away in it. 

This Month I miss you; I never had you, but I miss what you would have meant to us. I miss what you would have brought to our family and I miss the memories we wont now be able to make. 

This Month I love you as I would have if you were here, but This Month I ache for you. 

I lost you months before now, but This Month you should be Born. 

Always thinking of you; always missing you, always wanting you. Never forgetting. 

S x