Heavy Metal Delight....

So hopefully the insurance people are sending me and Lar a cheque to cover all the bits we lost in the 'Great Robbery of 2010'. Well. They say this. They also say they sent it first class post last Wednesday but we are yet to receive it.

So I haven't decided where my loathe lies yet. Royal Mail or the insurers. Id like to say I have faith in the Royal Mail and it couldn't possibly be them. It is the Queens service after all. But I have a feeling if I actually said that out loud I would have to eat my words and then yeah. I hate eating my words.

But I am depending on that cheque a little too much really. My phone has been cut off. Yea readers. That's how bad it is, it wasn't even that much of a bill. But it was slightly more than normal due to being in Miami for a bit and being an avid texter. What are normally all inclusive text messages then turn into 40p a message text messages and then you realise you are a bit screwed. But yes, I digress, it went out the bank at the end of the month when there's no money there and ding! returned payment and no other money. Therefore I now no longer have the phone or the Internet. I feel like a social leper.

Orange phone company. I was gonna send you cakes. I retract my cakes now. HA.

I also have a parking ticket. But the boy is gonna pay that for me. Its my own fault really carelessly parking with my back wheels not quite in the lines. Parking Nazis.

I should always stick to my motto. If its in the lines its fine. Even if its on the wonk. Or really close to the line or, you know, upside down. As long as its in the lines its fine.

It was late, the road was empty. I didn't think the parking Nazi would be out in the bleak mid winter at 10pm down a back street on a Friday. My error.

But apart from that. Everything is gravy. Back to Miami on Saturday. Niceeee. Only for a couple of days mind but I don't mind. I will go anywhere!

Friday night I thought I would be good and stay in and have a bath and a relax but I couldn't relax. So I went to see Kam. We decided as the boys were out being boys we would have a little drink and play rockband. Thant turned into competing hard core on rockband and downing shots of tequila when we thought we had played bad ass and deserved it hahah. The boys came home and it all went to pot. Apparently we weren't that good to the everyday onlooker. Well we liked it so what?! Haha.

I was supposed to get up Saturday morning to go to hot yoga at 10am. Instead....I stayed in bed. Had some toast. Much more appetising than sweating out tequila in a room full of bears disguised as men in speedos.

Saturday I was good. Went to Soundhouse to watch Dethonator. If you like a bit of metal. Check these guys. I think they are the most awesome thing to come out of Leicester. At first I was biased as I used to be good pals with the drummer but I am hooked. They truly are awesome and Jim the singer is immense. I have never seen someone hold notes as sick as he does live.

Oh and also!Karl Phillips & The Midnight Ramblers. Also siiiiiick.

They are a weird one but I defy you to catch these guys live and not want to get in on it. They are like a hip hop band. Karl Phillips kills it and then they smash it on the instruments. Truly talented. You know when you watch something and it just looks so easy. Its like that. It looks easy, it looks fun. To be honest. I just wanted to be in the band.



ANYWAY.... off on a tangent. I didn't drink. I baked. I got loads of pics to put on here but, again waiting for the cheque, so I can replace my little laptop of dreams and get my photos out there.

There are some cracking bits I have been doing and its Christmas again so the cute shit is gonna come out!


Then Sunday got up early had a run and then made a roast with Kam for when the boys got back from football. It mostly went good. The yorkshires went a bit wrong. We didn't have a bun tin so we used cupcake cases and that didn't work. Also. I don't think the oven was hot enough hahah. SO the boy saved the day with a quick jog round to the spar and a bag of Aunt Bessies under one arm. Picto and him also brought dessert. I think I fell in love last night. Properly. When the boy dished out choc fudge cake and flake ice cream, in man portions.

We then played rockband til our eyes fell out. If I never hear Painkiller by Judas Priest again I will be a happy girl.


And she goes to bed happy. Zzzzzzzzzzzz

I really am pretty lame at keeping up aren't I...

Day 22... (late)... What makes you different to everybody else?

I was actually going to do this on the date it was due and I was sat at my laptop at the boy's house whilst he played on his PS3...

I actually said to him... what do you think makes me different to everybody else... and he just sat there and said he couldn't think of anything. So I thought "oh".

Is it wrong to be disappointed (if not a little upset) by that??

I tried to think myself though and I didn't know either. I have always thought I was but I can't tell you why? I suppose if there is someone else out there that goes hyper after dinner on a Sunday... please let me know... once I just lay on the kitchen floor laughing like an idiot. Once I had been out for lunch with the girls and I was lying in the back of the car on the way home with my legs out of the window... yelling at passing cars and pedestrians... that kind of thing.

I also sometimes go a bit mad at home... you know like forward rolls from my bedroom to the bathroom. Mad dancing. Silly voices. That kind of thing.

Maybe I have lost all that? I want to be silly and fun still? Maybe he thinks I am boring.



Maybe I am....

Day 7... Laaaate

Someone Who Has The Biggest Impact On You

Dear God, I hope he never reads this blog...

**dies of shame**

Yeah, that boy.

Which, is probably terrible, and wrong, and all things unjust.

But I am sorry to say that that is just the way it is.

This guy is my friend, my best friend, and I love him a bit.

But at the same time I hate him. Because I like him too much. Too much than is necessary.

I hate that his mood influences my mood.

I hate that all it takes is one nice thing... an action...a word... a look...and I am on cloud nine.

I hate that all it takes is one mean thing... an action... a word... a look... and I am lower than low.

I hate that everything I do is for him.

I hate that I would run to him whenever he asked.

I hate that I feel this way for him.

I hate that he cant handle it.

I hate it that when its just the two of us he relaxes and its lovely.

I hate that he panics and closes up like an old dusty book.

I hate that he can be stubborn.

I hate that if we argue he acts like he doesn't care and he can play that for as long as he likes.

I hate that even if we argue I cant be mad at him.

I hate that I want him in my life forever.

I hate that I cant let go.

I hate that even when I feel strong and try to pull away from him he can get me back with just a click of his fingers.

Generally. I love him.

And I just wish everything was easy.

Day 3 ... late...

Evening Readers,
So its the day where I show a photo of me and my friends... Well it is so hard to choose just one especially as I have so many good friends all of which come and go in different groups and stuff so I saw other people putting a few pics up and I felt like that gave me a green light to do the same!

I hope you likey like... It was really lovely to look through a load of old pics... good for the soul.

I look different in all the pictures hahah. Youll never guess who I am haaa xxx

Top to Bottom...L-R:

Me & Em: Boy, Me, Kam & Darran: Kam & Me: Me & Boy: Irish Mancunian, Picto & Me:

Us Girls: Reuben, Cary, Katy & Me: Homemade boardgames shenanigans:

Alan, Sinead, Laura, Picto, Boy & Me: Girls, Matthew Bateman & Mike Cider:

Lar, Boy, Me & Picto: Zoddy, Katy, Lar & Me: Zoddy, Katy, Lauren, Lar, Briar, Me, Preya & Shivi:

Me & James: Me & Spark.

This Weekend...

Was lovely...

From Thursday onwards...

Thursday I had half day so went to meet the boy for lunch. Nandos... And this time I had quarter chicken with mashed potato and macho peas (which, for those that don't know, are peas mixed with some mashed up peas with like chili and stuff all up in there... they do have quite a kick... but are LUSH)

Then we went shopping for birthday fancy dress outfits and birthday prezzies as it was Picto and Darrans birthday. I got tired of shopping before he did and begged to go to the pub... I think he was secretly uber glad...

Went to the pub, met Picto and John had some laughs and then walked back to the boys house where he tried on his outfit... Fancy dress for Pictos birthday was computer game characters... he was Guybrush Threepwood from Monkey Island and he looked HOT. I don't know what it was about that costume... but I was smitten hahah.

Then randomly went to Nottingham where the boys all played football.

Friday Darrans birthday. Was cool because we all went to his and his Xbox is now fixed! YAY!! So we played rockband and some tony hawks skate game where you actually stand on a skateboard... I felt like a dick because I have no balance but I did better than a dead cow. Which is something to be proud of surely? But then again, I have never seen a dead cow play tony hawks skate game haha.

Gave him a tonne of boardgames for his birthday. All from charity shops like but awesome. The boy also got him the neighbours boardgame which we found. Darran had apparently played this before when he was a kid and was already a fan so that was good.

Then Saturday came and I was hungover and still had to make a costume to make me look like a convincing Chun-Li from Streetfighter. I was in no way in the mood. I went to the boys house to get ready in the afternoon and just sat down and cried, partly because I was hungover and pathetic partly because in my rush to bring all my things over I forgot the essential safety pins I was gonna pin my costume together with because I couldn't be arsed to sew it.

The boy was mostly awesome and amazing and gave me lots of cuddles. Disappeared and brought me up diet coke and chocolate biscuits and I thought nothing could get better... Then he put his costume on and that was that.

The evening was fun. Apparently people knew who I was. Some lad came over to me in Mosh and said...
Him: Are you dressed as Chun-Li?
Me: Yes
Him: Let me see your thighs.
Me: *shocked face*

This boy looked about 15. I am 27. Really. Hahaha. Secretly thought it was a bit cool. hahah.

Lar dressed as a lemming. She looked so cool with green hair it was so funny.


Then went home, put candles on and cuddled the boy loads... candles and drunk people shouldn't be allowed haha.

Sunday was lazy. I felt like shit and just chilled on the boys sofa til late.

But then I went home.

I said to Lar... I felt like I had been on holiday, it was that nice a weekend with the boy, and that I dreaded Monday because everything would go back to normal. I wouldn't see him. He wouldn't text. And if he did he would be cold and mean. I hoped hoped hoped that wouldn't happen. In the bottom of my heart I always have hope that he will continue to be the awesome person I know he is... but he didn't.

How's Everybodies Week Going So Far....

Its thursday which basically means its the weekend because Friday's dont count... even though they are my busy day... but still.

I am so bored. Literally so bored I could die. And I am totally on edge because I have to have a talk with the boy tonight. So whatever I do have to do, work-wise, I dont want to do because its boring today and not keeping my mind busy.

Uh I hate feeling like this. But things like this have been going on for ages and I suppose it cant go on forever. Its either gonna hurt like hell now or hurt like hell in the future. So maybe... like a plaster I should rip it off now?

Hmmmm.

I dont want to. I wish he'd just accept me for who I am and love me loads and be happy and laugh with me. Not be afraid of what other people will think or how things will end up.

It makes me a wee bit paranoid. I fear hes embarrassed. He says hes not but when he freaks out about everything I dont see what else it can be.

Its making me feel like shit and become a paranoid mess, and I dont like it. So I guess I am trying to save myself?

Cupcake Update 3...

One Friday we went to Goals Football Centre (where the boy plays his 5 a side Sunday football...) because they were having an awards evening and the boys were due some medals for being the funnest team at Goals. hahah.

Picto decided, as manager of the Beardfaces, that they should do their own award for the best referee, so he decided to commission me to make some cupcakes for the team and then a slightly bigger one for the award for the ref... who is really sweet, if not a little pervy, actually.

He wanted blue and yellow cupcakes and then the main cupcake to have the Beardfaces team badge on it... I thought "no sweat".

Well after about 2 hours of trying to get the bastard badge right it came out quite well. (hardest bloody badge to pipe in the history of man!)

It took AGES. Right... Did it... Thought... Hmmm that's fine and then stupidly dropped the scissors and smeared and squashed bit of it! (What was I thinking?!?!?!)

Using cocktails sticks and a steady hand cleaned it up and re piped bits... put it in the fridge... (it was roasting and it was getting all melty.

Took it out of the fridge to place on cupcake (was piped onto a square of sugar paste) and the sides folded down a bit to shape to the cupcake...

OH LOOK... all the icing I had piped has all cracked.

Cue me storming about the house shouting at things that weren't there and then piping over the cracks,

I am surprised that badge didn't stand 3 foot out from the cake the amount of layers that were on it.

The ref and his daughter shared the cake. His little girl danced at the disco like she was on crack.

That's the sugar baby!

Hmmm

... Two and A Half Men.

I hate it.

I hate how cheesy and rubbish it is. And I hate it because I hate how Jon Cryer went from...

Oh so cool Duckie Dale in one of my favourite films....

To the complete loser that is Alan in Two and a Half Men.

Uh. And whats with the theme tune. Is it him and Charlie Sheen and that fat little boy singing the words "Men Men Men Men Manly Men Woo Hooooo" over and over?

Terrible.

Just thought I would say.

I'm happy today. Made a bunch of cakes last night. Photos to come... And then the boy invited me over for dinner and we curled up and watched a film and had a sleepover. First night of lovely undisturbed sleep in a while.

Happy Char.

Oh. Also wanna say big fat HIGH FIVE to Tuesday Kid cuz he got a job and all that. Yay, now go get yo' self some pink wine and get yourself down by the Lagan, lazy days are over my friend, make the most.

xxx

Middle of the Night...

... Wishing life was like TV...

A really lovely clip from Scrubs...

Scrubs gets me... Because its funny and also sad and sometimes really moving.

I live in a bit of a fairytale land...

I wish I could make things so... Like JD says... The future can be anything you want it to be.

That clip basically is what I want to happen. Maybe not now. But thats it. Is that sad? I feel a bit silly saying it. But I guess there comes a point. Maybe thats why I have been so upset. Because thats what I want... with him.

I have...

The worst Cough.

SO EXCITED for the end of this week!

Hanging out with the boy Thursday after work. Going to get him a new bed as he's a grown up and has actually brought a house! Then going cash and carry to buy regular things just massive versions hahaha.

Thennnnn LOST FINAL!! Double episode. Pizza. Beers. Last sleepover in the old house.

Thennnnn Friday... Off boy goes to see his friend in Sheffield and I get to see my girls! MY SEX AND THE CITY GIRLS!!! So excited to see this film. I remember two years ago like it was yesterday thinking. May. May 2010. I cannot wait. And here it is!!!

This is another thing I have managed to completely avoid. I haven't seen the trailer. I haven't seen anything to do with it. I haven't read any stories on it. Nothing. I know nothing about this film. I am saving it alllll up for Friday. 2 years of saving! And the time is finally here!

Dinner and drinks with the girls and then whoomph there it isssss.

And then Pictos parents are down to help him move because he is moving in with the boy so that'll be nice. Then the boy is back Sunday to move his stuff. Last minute as always... and I actually love that... And its bank holiday Monday! YAYAYAYAYA.

SO that's all I have to say.

No Facebook Makes Bitsy A Dull Girl.
No Twitter Makes Bitsy A Dull Girl.
No Telly Makes Bitsy A Dull Girl.
No Magazines Make Bitsy A Dull Girl.

Glorious Weekend...

This weekend was glorious! Except the fact I am still falling apart - healthwise haha.

England is soooo weird. How does it go from two saturdays ago being wet and icy and windy and soooo depressing to this weekend sunbathing at 7pm at night! So weird! To be fair. I am a bit burnt!

Basically this weekend was nice because it was beautiful weather. Ginger Dave was commuting from Colchester to see the boys, my Irish Mancunian was coming down and also Army Tom was back from Afghan so he was coming from Londres. So it was awesome. Kam and Darran were holding a BBQ friday night so that was lovely. Late night but lovely.

Then saturday came and we all decided to go to the park to play cricket.

Vote Shaun Dyer for Pirate Party! hahahaaha *

We took a wee picnic and loads of beers in cool box and went and killed it. Me and Sav didnt play this time. We have retired from cricket so we played travel scrabble, gossiped, played uno, watched the boys, sunbathed, ate cookies... that kind of thing.

Stayed there til like 8, still piping hot, got a bit of sunburn, headed home for a shower then met the boys in the pub for the Champions League final. Last two C.L finals I have watched have had English teams in so it was weird to watch it and there not be. Not as exciting for me but the boys will watch literally ANY football!

Then we moved on to Fubar and we stayed there all night. At first we were all a bit done from our day in the sun but then the Jager Bombs came out and we fucked about with You Tube. Nothing better than having your mom shut the bar at closing time and leaving you in there. Old 90s summer music on the You Tube... think Big Mountain, Charles & Eddie, Aswad, Inner Circle, Peter Andre... Oh and she's like the wind from the legend that is Patrick Swayze.

Ginger dave is getting married in September and he is having She's like the wind as his first dance. Thats amazing cuz its not even a joke!

Oh and all the cool songs from the Rocky soundtrack and Karate Kid sound track.

LISTEN!

So yeah, picture it... Me and these boys...

Drinking and dancing like we were 15 in our own little club.

Amazing.

Then went back to the boy's house where he fed me Jim Beam and we watched Road trip and had a cuddle then I went home at 6am. You know when you have no stuff and its all hot and meehhh and you really want your own bed... Yeah so that was me 6am Sunday morning bright sunlight... Walk. Of. Shame.

Morning dog walkers, morning!

Had a bit of toast... Went to bed.

Sunday My Irish Mancunian and Army Tom came and plucked me from my pit, where I now had lost my voice completely, still cold sored up to buggery and had now developed a little ulcer right in the corner of my mouth so it hurts to eat, talk, move, anything. CRAP.

See, thats why I am falling apart.

ANYWAY, those lovely boys came and got me and we went to go look at my mothers new pub... its in the process of being done out. I hope its gonna be cool, then we went into town to shop for sunglasses. And it was ROASTING out. Then the lovely I.M brought me lunch at Handmade Burger. Pesto mozzerella and chicken. YUM. Then back to the boys to get him to go watch football. Then Lost. Penultimate Episode.

OHHHH. I cannot wait for the final. Its on at 5am this morning they time it is being aired in US. BUT we are saving it for Thursday. I am gonna have to shelter myself from the world until then. If someone spills the beans I will literally beat them with a baking tray.

I am sunburnt and my bedroom is hot. I am uncomfortable. My cough is still there and I cannot talk. My mouth hurts. I look like a crack whore with this coldsore and I am still fat like a hippo.

BUT on the upside... I had one of the best weekends with my boys and girls. . . Put a couple of pics in for good measure. Gotta break up the rambling hey!

I dont want to work when its hot! My bits like a bloody greenhouse!

Lots of cakes to make next week so expect some actual cupcakes all up in this cupcake blogggg.

Peaceeeee xxx

*This is what happens in England. A wee bit of sun comes out and all the men take their tops off and start acting like nobs hahahah.

Shaun. Put your nips away hahaha. Love you!

Doorstep Cry

Ugh. Had a row with the boy. Only because I am down and wanted attention. Nothing more. And it seems the slightest thing will set me off.

He went home to bed. I sat on the step and sobbed.

Remember before when I said I sobbed so hard my chest hurt. Yeah. It was that again. Nice.

Need to cheer the fuck up.

Brighter note... Alan wants 40 cakes for his birthday. I have no idea who he will be giving these to. An order is an order and I REALLY need the cash.


Check this out... I love this song more than words can say

Its probably not want you want to listen to when you're a bit sad, but it has nice memories for me.

First heard it on Katy's Ipod when we were on holiday in LA and this, Wish you Were here by Incubus (Oh Brandon you beautiful beautiful man) and 99 Red Balloons by Goldfinger were our LA songs.

It's late in the night...

And I can't sleep.

Boo.

Thought maybe I should take this chance to blog about whats gone on in the past couple of weeks. Nothing major really. Mostly work. But a few bits. I hope I don't bore you. I really don't have the energy to write but I feel bad for not writing. It's so weird how this blogging thing gets a hold on you hey.

First of all I will report that right now I feel disgusting. Basically I am ill from work and I have just been stressing about my backlog and blah blah because it is my busiest time. I went in this morning because I physically couldn't stand it and I think it was making me feel worse and it didn't seem like I had that much to do and I managed to delegate some stuff to my friend Alicia who is temping to help out the other girls and they didn't have much for her to do. I felt bad for dumping stuff on her but it kinda lifted the pressure on me a wee bit. And I have a sore throat. Sunday and Monday I had chills. Today oh look! A cold sore. On my lip. Basically, that was the final straw. I burst into tears and that was the end of me for the day. I went home. The bus from work fucked me over. I ended up having to walk for ages to get home because I got dropped by the train station. I am skint. So managed to scab £5 off my brother and went to the shop. Brought junk food and ate it ALL. And I feel like a dirty tramp. If my throat wasn't killing like it is, and I hadn't have had a bad experience with trying to make myself sick when I thought I had eaten a wrong frozen meal, I would have tried to have thrown it all up. That's how disgusting I feel. I feel like a big fat ugly blob of doom. And I text the boy to say I was sobbing on a bus and I needed cheering and he didn't text me for like 4 hours and then when he did said he wasn't going to cheer because he had been in interviews all afternoon so wasn't in the mood. Thanks. Sometimes I do wonder what on earth I expect.

Last weekend was the boys Sunday night football team award evening. Which was just a silly little get together that involved drinking cake and silly awards. The boys always do these awards at the end of each season which only lasts about 1 month (haha) then they get together and have dinner and then meet us girls out for drinks and they give out awards to each other. But this time Kam, Sav & I decided that we would do our own set of silly awards and we made rosettes for each winner. It was a lot of fun, even when halfway through making the rosettes we wanted to give up because they were taking so long, but the look on the boy's faces was worth it. And we were proud of the end product!



They were them. We ended up making ten of them...phewwww. Took LONGGGG.

It was a lovely evening and we ended up staying in mums bar til late and when it was just the Boy, Darran, Nuj, Kam & I the boys had one of their "wrestling matches" the kind they used to have back in the day when we always stayed out late in the bar when I worked there, the kind that have me and Kam in stitches of laughter and it was so much fun. Then we went home.

Saturday Laura's birthday in John and Sav's garden. The weather was nice which was a change and it was nice to mingle around drink appletinis and eat pringles. Then we went inside when it got cooler and watches silly things on you tube featuring Brian Blessed. Who the boys LOVE. He makes anything funny just with his laugh!

Watch this episode of Henry 8.0 its only mini.

Then I went home with the boy and had a sleepover which was nice. Went to sleep laaaate. And was woken up by my friend Mark calling to remind me he was coming to get me so we could take Brodie out for the afternoon! What?! Oh no. I am hungover and tired. OK fine. Went to the countryside and looked at a model village. We were going to go to Wistow Maze but we fucked up a bit because it hadn't even grown yet and wasn't open until the end of July haha. So we took her to the pub for some lunch. I wasn't eating and decided to go meet Kam Darran & the Boy for a roast at the Old Horse and I thought I would walk there and in my hungover tired state I thought i was only 15 mins away as it was a straight road from where I was. Shame I didn't click on how long it was. I reckon if Darran hadn't have been so kind as to have rescued me I would have been walking for a good hour maybe 2. And my converse shoe had started to rub on my heel.

ANYWAY.

Watched the cricket later on. England beat Australia to win the 20/20 World Cup. So that was pretty awesome. Then went to the football with the boy and they lost. Boo. Then came home to watch lost. I watched last weeks and this weeks. I cried when I watched last weeks. I actually sobbed. I guess we are probably behind a wee bit on America but it was the one where the gang get on the sub. Well if you watch it you know how it ends. I felt utterly sad and depressed. So the boy made me beef and mushroom noodles and I remembered why I think hes awesome. Still feeling ill at this point wearing a jumper a jacket and a scarf in the house drinking tea.

And then couldn't speak when I woke up on Monday. So that's that. I can't remember any further back than that? I don't think anything of interest happened?

Oh. Lar is back from the states. She brought me back Victoria's Secrets pants with a cupcake on, and some magnets from Hollywood and Vegas for my international fridge magnet collection.

If anyone would like to contribute to my international fridge magnet collection, feel free.

If anyone lives in the USA and would like to purchase THESE BEAUTIES and send them to me because they only ship to the USA. Gab has a picture of her in them and I cannot believe she didn't buy them!! I collect sunnies and these are frickin fab! Even if you don't want to send them to me out of the goodness of your heart... Just go look and do yourself a favour and purchase them for yourself and spread some happiness about your city!

Might leave this post here and maybe start a new one with some cakes on it...

Just so you know. An advertisement just came on the TV for the penultimate episode of Lost on Friday. It was all dramatic. I truly and honestly do not know what I will do when it ends. What will happen to Sundays? (we record it save it and all get together Sunday after the football and watch it) We will have to life in normal society again. Nooooooooooooooooooooooo.

Peanut Butter Cupcakes...

So the boy put in a little request...

"Can you make peanut butter cupcakes? Because I always think that peanut butter should be sweet and its not so I thought that maybe if you mixed it with chocolate it would be nice? So I thought maybe you could make peanut butter and chocolate cupcakes."

Hahahahah. I was amused by this but I thought... I freakin love peanut butter and you should love it too... So yeah I will do that, partly because you are lovely and you only need ask and I do anything (ha) and partly because I have wanted to make these for some time. Just needed a little nudge...

SO I actually invented a recipe. I replaced the butter with peanut butter...well some of it...and that's all I will give away. Oh except for the fact that I put bits of Cadburys Fudge in there...

A finger of fudge is just enough...

Peanut Butter Cupcake...

Filled with chopped up bits of Cadburys Fudge...

Peanut Butter & Nutella Icing....

Crumbled up Cadburys Twirl on Top....

(Cadburys... Sponsor me? Yeah? Go on... I'm nice...)

Cuppy Cuppy Cake... In My HAND...

Nom Nom Nom

Thanks for inventing it boy... ♥

You can thank me later for making it.

Weekend Round up...

You ready?

Its not exciting.

Friday, met the boy and Picto for after work drinks. It was nice and I am a light weight. But it felt summery and I was enjoying myself.

Picto is standing for Local MP for Leicester West for the Pirate Party.

(As internet users this political party may be of interest to you. They are worldwide.

Go Look Pirate Party UK.

There are links to a whole heap of countries which may well include yours here

Basically ( and I am in no way polictical no, no, no) They are onto copyright laws...something to do with if you buy a CD you should be able to copy it to your Ipod or whatever and other such things like file sharing etc. They are onto privacy issues... I'm not even going into this its long...feel free to read about it on the Manifesto... And they're also onto freedom of speech and things like that. Oh I don't know. I am not a very good advert. )

Go look at the site.

I digress...

Anyway so yeah, we went for drinks and met some bloke from the Pirate Party. There was meant to be a small gathering of Pirate Party members but noone else showed up. How shitty. But it was cool cuz we didnt have to talk politics. Cuz I would have been bored bored bored.

Carried on drinking. Went home. Woke up the next day. Had toast for breakfast.

Saturday, went back over to the boys and we went out to the pub to watch the Spurs Chelsea game with Darran (big fat Spurs fan) I hate Chelsea, we all hate Chelsea so the fact that Spurs won and smug wanker John Terry got sent off made it a worthwhile and extremely excitable pub visit. Darran and the boy getting particularly excited and having lots of hugs and stuff. Hahaha very sweet.

Went back to the boys at about 8pm he promptly fell asleep on the couch everyone else went home. Watched a bit of Brasseye and then went and climbed into his bed about 10 and watched some Run Fat Boy Run before falling asleep. Woke up about 1 went and roused boy from the sofa to come to bed cuz it was freezing up there. Fell asleep having a nice cuddle woke up and had laughs watching race car driving...(grand prix??). He left for football. I had toast for breakfast.

Sunday was nice. The weather was lovely. Sat in the garden with Lar for ages when I got home. We had the spotify playlist running and it was lush. Then met up with Kam, Darran, Steve & Nuj and we headed to the local beauty spot Bradgate Park for a picnic.

Bradgate Park

It seems as soon as the smallest bit of sun pops out everyone loses the clothes and runs to the nearest open space with a towel and a picnic. Its funny. normally when I go to this park its just got joggers and dog walkers and the odd few families but today it was rammed. We walked away from the crowds up a big hill and sat under a tree over looking the whole of the park. Was pretty.
Came home. Went to the boys and watched Delirious with him. I had never heard of it but it was really funny, if you like late 80s early 90s movies with John Candy then you will love this.

I love John Candy

Then went to watch the boy play footy. Got mega angry at the other team but super excited cuz the boy kept getting angry and I like it and they won and it was a good match. Then came back ate pizza and watched lost.

Then went home went to bed and HOORAH MONDAY! (please note sarcasm)

Weekend Things...

Well this weekend was one of the nicest in a while...

Friday I had a half day from work. Spring cleaned the entire house and made it pretty then I totally chiiiiiillllled. I relaxed. I showered - long time. Pedicured. Manicured. Intensively conditioned my hair. Full on scrubbed/exfoliated/steamed/moisturised. Caught up on Sky Plussed TV. Chilled in PJs. Watched a shit movie. Ate a potato. That kind of thing.

Then Saturday I went to the boy's. He made me rice and chicken for lunch. We walked in the sun to the bookies drinking purple Rubicon - the best kind - and made bets on the National and the football. I'm not normally a massive gambler (if you do not include the national lottery or scratch cards...) but I get ever so excited in the bet shop! My friend Darran works there and he hates me coming in because of how excited I get and the fact that I am full of betting questions that he cant be bothered to answer. Haha... Shame.

Then we came home and played Home & Away

* Home & Away *
A drinking game played whilst watching the football scores come in.

You choose whether you are "home" or "away".

(Say you choose "Away") Every time an away team goal comes up on the scores you drink.

You choose a team you will drink a short for if they score. (eg. Man United)

If Man U score down a short.

If you play non league also - this is where it gets silly - when checking the computer for non league its ridiculous. Every 5 mins.. Char there have been 12 away goals non league. Drink 12! Oh and 5 league away goals. Shiiiiiiiit.

Jeff Stelling Of Football Scores Fame

Lar ♥'s Him

Matt Bateman ♥'s Him

Well in the whole 90 mins of football scores or however long... I had pretty much downed 6 bottles of corona and was feeling a little bit worse for wear... I really only need to drink three to be a bit drunk so yeah. Its 5pm and I am drunk.

Such a lush.

The boy won £17 by picking the Grand National winner. I won... NADA. Great.

We were gonna go pick up his winnings but got round the corner and saw Zod and Dave outside the Londis so just chatted to them for a bit and then by that time Darran had finished work so we just went back home. I sat in the garden reading a magazine smelling next doors BBQ. Nom nom nommmm. The boy was watching more football. I was totally out footballed at this point.

Football scores. Chelsea game. Barcelona game.... Meh.

But between the Chelsea game and the Barca game the boy and I snuck off and he made up for being an ass previously and then I randomly half sober half drunk made everybody a lush dinner of pesto stuffed turkey steaks, roast potatoes and mange tout, green beans and peas with chopped bacon and mushrooms and then after the Barca game made our excuses for bed and it all fell into place. I can never stay mad for very long.

I think football is ultimately more fun if you a. bet on it and b. fool around in the breaks hahah ♥

Sunday morning was nice, woke up early to cuddles and stuff then the boy went off on his merry way to play football and left me in bed. I watched Hollyoaks for a bit and then text Lar and told her to come meet me for breakfast. I like doing this. Met up at the London Cafe and compared our evenings. Lar and Katy had managed to get so violently drunk that they were making their way home at 11pm and Katy was puking in the street. Very un-Katy like.

Lar had been texting me not actual messages of words just letters the night before so I knew, even though she was hammered the night before she was in bed before 12 so would be up to come meet me. Hahaha. She scrubs up well hungover too. I, on the other hand, do not.

We went home. We finally watched FEED. I wish I never had. I wish I could wash my eyeballs out with soap. Do not watch this. The boy is now a newly proclaimed a hole for even suggesting I should watch this disgusting disgrace of a film. Although he is right, it does suppress your appetite haha.

Then Kamrun came around. We sat in the sun in the garden I told her of the weekends gossip then we went back to hers to meet the boys and watch some more football URGGHH and then go watch them play Sunday night football. Which I will be honest I actually love. And they won and the other team were such bad loser ass holes it was really good to watch them win. HA.

Boy from other team: Your team is really crap. Your team is soo crap.

Steve from our team: Really? Oh. I forgot we were beating you 3-0.

Boy from other team: What did you say?! Do you want me to bang you out?

Steve from our team: Disapproving look and no words.

Boy from other team: I could bang you out....mumble mumble...your teams so crap...mumble mumble.... *cries to his mummy*....mumble mumble....

Shame HA.

Then watched Lost. But I had a headache and was falling asleep so I really need to re-watch.

OH! And in other news when I got home from Lost watching I checked Ebay to see if I had won what I secretly oh so hoped I would win and WOO I WON!

Guess what I won.... For me and the boy... In May.... For cheaper than what you could buy originally.... I spoke about my desire for this here... Here's a clue....

Thank You Cupcakes

So the boy's parents came over again just before Easter... and for a while now his brother had been going on about how he was top chef and all that... Mick told me he was all talk and it wouldnt happen... Well in his face again said brother, Dave, sent me a cheese cake with the parents! Ahaha. Yessss bad boy cheesecake. Was lush. I was so over awed by it that I didnt bother to take a picture. The boy cut it up for us while he was a wee bit pissed and gave me and Kam the biggest piece I ever did see and we felt a bit sick but, you know, forced it down.

So in a food response.... I made him these for Ray & Mary to take back to Belfast...

I sneakily text him and asked what his favourite colour was and he said yellow so I made him pretty vanilla cupcakes with white and yellow swirled butter icing. And black fondant stars and a cute message piped on.

A week after the parents had gone back to Ireland still no word from Dave so I just text him thinking he was being an ignorant get. He said he had been working loads non stop and hadnt seen his parents so hadnt received his present and I thought oh no! The cakes are gonna be dry as a bone. Theyve been on their travels for just over a week. But apparently he ate one that night and it was still fresh and juicy!

Bitsys Cupcakes stand the travel test Whoop!!!!

Mood...

Well. I went to sleep upset last night as the boy was being a dick cuz United got knocked out of the Champions League. Well. I am sorry Boy. Didnt know I was supposed to take the brunt of your mardiness. Don't take your shit out on me thanks.

So due to that I woke up a bit meh. Not depressed just mildly annoyed at how he can go from making me feel so lovely to making me feel a bit bobbins.

But I took cakes to work today for some people because they worked hard for me. And everyone has just been so lovely and smiley and nice. It has been a breath of fresh air.

I think if everyone wasnt so lovely today I may well have sat and cried but I didnt.

It may well be because I am crafty and I am bribing them with cake. It may well be because the sun is out. It could also be that they genuinely think I am a nice girl.

I'm sticking with the last one. So I'd just like to send a big hug out to all my girls and boys at work who genuinely made my day today.

Ta.

I am a dog in a costume and I am not amused

A Wee Round Up...

So... Remember I went to see Dave Gorman just before Easter. Well where I went to see him, De Montfort Hall, is where Lar works. Well one night after I had been to see him I was really looking forward to watching a film with Lar that the boy had lent to us called Feed . Which he thought, being as we are obsessed with all the ridiculous fat programmes, we would appreciate. He said it was the most horrific thing he'd watched. And totally put him off food. We thought that would be amazing and a lovely diet trick. Well. We settled in to watch it but forgot that for some reason, being pathetic girls, we couldn't hook the DVD player up to the TV. (Reason being... The scart lead thing is too short to reach from the DVD player to the actual back of the TV. So I thought you could plug it in to the back of the sky box. Well it wont work. I don't know why. But it doesn't.) So due to this and not being able to watch the film I was in a mard. That was until Lar produced this....

She secretly got Dave to sign it for me on the day of his gig and she saved it until a good moment! Instantly cheered! Thanks LAR!!!!

Bank Holiday weekend then came. I had Friday and Monday AND Tuesday off!

Thursday night we went to the bar and played quiz and I sat out drinking til 4.30am. Woo. My lovely awesome friend Matthew Bateman came out and came straight from his new job and looked super snazzy in a suit. I was drunk and told him so. Zoe was there with some mates from work. One of them was called Dan. Matthew and Dan were getting on like a house on fire... Everyone was... Which was odd because we didn't really know them. hahah. When Dan left Matthew, Zod and I ran out of the bar and re-enacted a scene from Alan Partridge when he sees his mate Dan. I will post a video of this at some point in case you don't know it. Its funny as. I don't know if Dan knew what it was. If he didn't we just looked like a bunch of mentals.

Friday I felt like ass then ended up drinking with the boy. Saturday I chilled and made cakes and thought I would have a nice chilled night with a bath and an early night. That went out the window when I was invited for Indian food with some friends. Done. Then I went and sat at the boys and watched Match of the Day til about 11.30pm when I put my foot down and headed home. All because on Easter Sunday me and Savvo were heading for Wales for me to officially become the Fairy Godmother.

Well we set off at 7am. SO I was up at 6. I had a healthy breakfast of Red Bull & a chocolate Rice Crispie bar. Followed by Red Bull for a mid morning snack and half a Lindt egg (Cheers Sav - Feck off Lent!)

We followed Google maps directions until I had to ring my dad in a panic saying...
Me: "We're supposed to get off the motorway at junction 10a. We passed 10 and then came straight to 11. We don't know where to go! We've turned around and now we're at the service station in a panic!"
Dad: "What Motorway you on?"
Me: M5.
Dad: You're supposed to be on the M54. Where are you heading for now?
Me: The signs say Gloucester/Bristol!?!
Dad: Bloody hell child! You're about 50 miles the wrong way! GO BUY A MAP!

Went in the petrol station. Purchased a map. Jemma (mother of said godchild) rang up whilst I was paying and I promptly burst into tears. Cue very scared boy behind the till.

Well I then bombed it. And I mean bombed it. 110mph all the way back to Birmingham...where it appeared it all went wrong and started again. Church service was at 11. We managed to get there at 11.30. Get the Priest to stall!! GET THE PRIEST TO STALL!!!! This is why for a 2.5 hour drive I set off so early because I knew something stupid like that would happen.

Journey from Leicester to Wales - 4.5 hours.

Journey from Wales to Leicester - 2 hours.

Travelled 6.5 hours. Essentially just to devour a buffet.

Bloggers Meet Manon....

Manon meet Bloggers....

Oh and as a side note. Just to prove to y'all what a nice girl I am...

The boy had had a particularly shitty day at work. So much so he text me to say he was in a foul mood and to leave him be for a bit. So I went home and made him a chicken ham mushroom and leek "cheer up pie".

Pie makes everything better.

“When you die, if you get a choice between going to regular heaven or pie heaven, choose pie heaven. It might be a trick, but if it's not, mmmmmmmm, boy.”

~ Jack Handy

My List of Loves....

I was looking at this blog... The Rockstar Diaries and there is a series called "Here's to Happiness" which is where people state the ten things which make them terribly happy. Well being as I have been on a little high of late and am feeling rather nice I thought I would email my ten things that made me terribly happy to this chick. But... As I got started I found I couldn't stop... Which is nice? Hahaha. So I thought sod it. I will write all the things I could think of on here. Sorry if you are bored. But its nice isn't it. Maybe I will inspire you to make lists of things that you love. I for one would like to see them... xxxx

1. Receiving hand written mail.
   
2. Making something I am really proud of.
   
3. The smell of cut grass
   
4. Watching the "Fat Channel" with Lar.
   
5. Dancing like an idiot and laughing out loud when I am by myself.
   
   
   
6. Starbucks Mocha Light Frappucino.
   
7. Lying down and looking into his eyes.
   
8. Snowfights. Snowmen. Snow Angels.
   
9. Laughing so hard until your mouth is wide open but no sound is coming out and your eyes are streaming.
   
10. Sunny road trips.
    
    
    
11. Happy memories.
    
12. Late night non stop talking with him.
    
13. Warm, fat rain on your skin when you've got no place good to be and it doesn't matter what your hair looks like.
    
14. My friend Zod's ridiculous quotes: " Is Barry short for Bareth?" " I don't like horses. They remind me of dinosaurs."
    
15. Open fires.
    
    
    
16. Water fights on a hot day.
    
17. Sleeping in.
    
18. How I feel after Bikram Yoga.
    
19. Fresh bedding, new PJ's after a nice bath.
    
20. Paddling in the sea.
    
    
    
21. Baking cupcakes.
    
22. When a song you l-l-love but have forgotten about pops up on the radio.
    
23. Sunny driving. Music on full blast. Singing LOUD.
    
24. Fireworks.
    
25. Lunch with the girls.
    
26. The sound of an ice cream van...first signs of summer!
    
27. The smell of him when he comes out of the shower. "Holiday Showers".
    
28. Brightly Coloured petticoats.
    
    
    
29. Getting things for him that I know he will like and leaving them in his recycling bin on my way to work for him to find when he leaves out.
    
30. Barbecues that run late into balmy summer nights.
    
31. Picnics.
    
32. Lounge picnics.
    
33. Talking to Jo on the telephone and rambling and thinking I am funny. Even though I am not but because I talk so much shit she laughs anyway and this makes me happy. Hahah.
    
34. Watching LOST and eating pizza.

I ♥ LOST