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.

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!

Irish Mancunian...

I thought I would do a quick little post about the Irish Mancunian...

Partly because I know he reads this blog and he's too far away for me to see as much as I would like.

And I thought if I were to show my appreciation on here it would add to the silly things I do for him to show my appreciation

Par Example:

• Send him silly faxes from the work fax machine... Don't reply! Don't reply!
• Send him silly cards in the post.
• Text him silly things like about my toast obsession. Ha.

I would totally send him Kissograms and things like that if I had all the money in the world.

And flowers... to the office.

SO I would just like to share with this little booth in the cafe that is the internet what a nice boy the Irish Mancunian is.

Plus points:

Looks like Russ from Hollyoaks

Is very sweet.

Fit as a fiddle - He runs for charity.

Makes french toast and bacon for breakfast if I beg.

Listens to me when I go on and on about general shite.

(In a nice way) Tells me I am being a dickhead if I need to be told.

He's funny.

Drives a nice car.

Takes me for lunch.

Likes good music and good films.

And a whole world of other things!

So there you go.

Read that and weep Padwarrrr.

LADIES. If you think this man is desirable... Let me know. He's single. I'll hook you up. Don't worry if you don't live here... He likes to write letters.

Personally I think being as I have advertised him so so so well....I think, basically, he should take me to New York in September. Thanks. Yeah. I'm only little. I won't take up much space.

I'm little and I am poor. I deserve charity.

Maybe if one of you hot girls snap him up he will be so happy that he will take me as a surprise hahahahaha.

♥ Love You! ♥

So....

A few cakey bits to report....

As I mentioned somewhere below my buddy Paddy was coming to town and we decided being as he had been hiding in Manchester when it was his actual birthday in october we would throw him a surprise party at Fubar. I know he loves the cupcakes I make so I decided I would make him loads of cakes to make his day as when I text him to say happy birthday he said he was sad because he didnt have any of my cake.

So the finished article were theeeeeseeee... (the photos really don't do them justice. IN FACT. All of my photos dont do any of my cakes justice...

I hope you had a good time Pad, I know you read this. Me and the boy killed it on the buffet. Don't act like you're not impressed!! Miss you honey xxxxxxxxxxxxx

So...Whats happened since my last post. The boys got back across from Ireland safely and we drove back... The weather on the way to Wales was horrendous but on the way back it went back to being nice driving with the boy weather. Sunny and pretty and nice times. He gave me another cool gift. A Man U glass with a picture of a young Ryan Giggs on it.Me and gab love it!!!

Got home hung out, went to the football etc.

Its been nice, still the same as always, but nice I guess.

Went to the pub last night with Picto and Darran. We were talking about funny things. At one point early on I thought I was gonna have to go home. You know when youre talking about things and you want them to happen for you but they arent happening and the worst thing in the world you can imagine is those things happening with the person you want them to happen with and someone else. Not you. Its heart breaking. That doesnt really make much sense but nothing really makes much sense right now. I didnt realise my 27th Birthday is less than 4 weeks away and I am having some sort of mini midlife crisis/breakdown. I have lots to say, fears, blah blah about it but I darent because I will sound like a worrying loser! woo.

I built my dreams around you - The Pogues & Kirsty Macoll.

I need to not build my dreams around the boy.

ANYWAY.

Work is still quiet... but on a good note my favourite Irish Mancunian is coming to see me (well not just me, everyone, but I'll say me, just because I can) tomorrow and I am excited! I miss his face.

Thought I would post as I have nothing better to do. I have nothing of interest to say though!

Its the wedding on 5th December! Scary! Didnt realise it was soooo close. Cupcakes ahoy!!