It’s all happening, folks -49 days until I leave my single status behind.
I’m kind of sad. I have a valid reason.
I’ve had my name for 34 years and my wild reputation precedes me and all that – Ha ha.
Lots of haters (and lovers) made over the years..
All the crazy shit I did. I own up to it. I don’t want to people to forget what a punk I can be!
Ha ha. just got to shrug these things off.
Seriously, I am in two minds about changing my name. First off ,I only just got my French passport renewed in London last year.
My daughter has my name and well…. things didn’t end up – peachy with the ex.
All I want is for my Bella Bee not to feel like the odd one out. I won’t take my G’s name if I can’t have Bella’s changed.
G has offered to take mine. I’m like
“are you sure you can handle all the haters?”
“The crazy labels?”
This is no Haute couture designer label brand I am talking about.
He is going to get stuck with the wild , reckless, push the boundary,break the law, Anorexic, psycho , bipolar, druggie, binge drinker (who tells the birds to shut the fuck up at 4 am in the morning). The bastard child. The female version of John Snow.
Yeah he will get stuck with that baggage.
I think he likes the idea of looking at the shiny colourful suitcase, as it goes around and around and around the carousal.
I don’t think he realises he has to pick up the luggage and take it home with him!
Oh what have I done to him?
Back to the bastard child..
Ha! I’m sure somewhere deep down my Dad loves me. People say he is not much of a communicator . I must be his worst enemy.
I communicate all the time!
I’m always hounding him.
“Dad look check this out . I can jump through hoops -they is high too “
“Hey Dad did you see what I can do with my ears –wiggle wiggle “
“Dad hey ? read thisarticle. Let’s get this relationship on the go . I don’t want to not know you and have you die on me, cos that would suck”
Yeah, people say he is a quiet one. He hasn’t done anything to make me think any different. 😀
So with my Dad – living all the way in Africa- he won’t be walking me down the aisle.
My Ma will.
We have different surnames so I do know the insecurity and feelings of displacement that comes with not having the same name as my own mother.
I’ve only just recovered from the trauma.
I’m probably going to have at least half another child . If I can bear the thought of getting
fat pregnant again.
My Bella B needs some one closer to her age. I don’t want her to end up like me!
She may look like me but she is nothing like me.
Her personality is so cool.
She is frikking hilarious, beautiful, ,charming.
Everyone loves her.
Today she was went to go and play with some kid at school and the kid said
“I don’t wanna play with you”
My B – completely dead pan in the face:
anti social kid,
” Cos I don’t wanna”
B shrugs her shoulders and skips over to the next person. Totally unfazed.
She is awesome.
She went through a ‘Everything is about Cinderella’ moment not so long back.
One night after I had read the story for 1000000000000000000000000 th time she looked at me with those baby blues and said
“I love your Mommy. I love you with all my heart.” My heart swelled..
“Aaaw I love you with all my heart too baby,” – I replied.
Then she says,
“Mommy, I don’t want my heart to break- ever” that was it . I had got the haagen daz ice cream and two spoons out, tears streaming down my face, ready to let her cry over the heart break that may never come.
Where did she learn about hearts breaking ? She is not even 5 years old!
Yeah ,so the wedding dress fit went well.
I just fit into it. I want it taking out. I’ve had the dress since 2014.
I’ve worked my butt off to keep the weight off.
tired sick to death of daily exercise sessions. I want to do other things.
I don’t want to diet.
Finally found the perfect head piece 😀
My mommy should become a wedding planner. You will understand after the wedding. When I put a few pics up. Trust me on this.
I’m having my 3rd make up trial . I loved the whole feline look but I think it needs to be a bit more understated.
Seems like there are quite a few coming to the hen do. YAY! I am loved .:)
There is a great mixture of personalities and well I can’t wait.
I kind of accidentally bought myself two new pairs of jeans and a pair of shoes today.
Don’t know how it happened.
One minute I’ve got my bus fare ready to get home and the next I am in a clothing boutique (not a wedding themed one) for the first time in like over 4 years.
So now I have an hen do outfit.
Silver linings and all that.
I’m sure there was some discount on certain items – up to 30% off on some items of clothing which was a bargain
– for the lady in front of me
-and the one behind me 😀
I’m blaming it on the sun. Sunshine has hit the U.K. and brought in the feverish heat with it.
I’m hormonal , the sun is out.
The receipt accidentally flew out my hand – it was that little breeze that did it when I made the left turn, passed the fish shop.
Did you know that we now can have the option to have our receipts emailed to us?
How fucking thoughtful. (heavily laced sarcasm here)
I’m busy researching for our personal vows. We have less than a month to sort out the ceremony bit.
It is looking like there is a good chance my Gran with Vascular Dementia will be able to make the ceremony with her carer. We are going to bling up her wheelchair.
I don’t care if she shouts out and is who she is today. I just want her there.
so it is ALL happening ….
I’m just sat looking at that last half finished sentence nodding. letting it sink in……..
“All the world is birthday cake, so take a piece, but not too much.” George Harrison
WHY I HAVE CHOSEN THIS QUOTE
To be my natural 1oo% transparent self. I do promise too much. I demand too much of myself. I get bummed out if I don’t do everything I set out in my head to achieve for the day. . #FollowGreatFootsteps
Take yesterday as a fine example,
I’m up at 5 a.m. going through my emails , comments, start finding inspiration for the blog/s I want to write for the day. My hubby makes me a coffee every morning. I think he has a similar condition to people who have been kidknapped by weirdos annd develop Stockholm syndrome, except in our house it is called
He is a bit of a super star when it comes to little small gestures. My Bella Bee and and other non human child usually come bounding into my bed at about 6-7 am.
Cuddle time and I have to listen to the diatribe of events that occurred in my daughters dream. Along with say the 5 or 6 other things that come out of her mouth which can seem like such a perfect and nonsensical thing at the same time.
She is the, Martin Luther King , of her generation
” I have a dream……..”
I usually then do any challenges or whatever blogs I need to. I then get ready for a good blog catch up.
I’ve realised that saying yes to everything means I’m fucking knackered when I get home. I love volunteering. I had a blast at the training yesterday. It was intense( 10- 4 pm. )
We did a lot of practising how to facilitate in a support group group. I never realised how hard it is to hold the space, let the group lead and support each other, speak as little as possible , make sure the support group sticks to boundaries and their ground rules, time keeping and choosing what to disclose about myself.
We did a lot of ‘what you would do if? ‘ scenarios- where we were timed 30 seconds to come up with an answer.
My head was blagged and ready to implode by 3: 30 pm.
On the way home. Thoughts of going to put the heating on and put my feet up, eat and chill enter my mind. It’s cloudy, raining and cold….. I’m going home to chill…
erm, we are talking about me -Daisy.
I have a massive gym session to do.
There is no time to pause.
I’m at it like a boss.
Throwing my punches and my best kick boxing moves to the imaginary prick/opponent I am uppper ‘hooking’and jabbing and crushing with my awesome knee jump -like a ninjaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
I wish it were this easy
These imaginary opponents can take on a human form or an animated form of
oh let me think now….
So hard core session is complete.
Steam is eking out of my pores.
I have a moment of panic that I might be one of those rare individuals you read about,in some obscure magazine,, who just spontaneously combust into flames.
I can see the headline:
‘Girl works out – with epic awesomeness and bursts into flames and then she arises from the ashes like a phoenix bird because she is awesome like that’
I decide that I’m being overly dramatic and then smell myself and think a quiet bath with a face mask and a hair mask will be the Dogs bollocks- the best way to treat myself.
Erm……………………… I have a four year old who wants me to play princess Jasmine, Elsa, Raja and whoever else she can think of -all at the same time . Remember
Ooh and don’t forget she wants to help clean me.
Aaaaah how sweet.
More like, please piss off and give me time to myself. 😀 .
The last of the bath water remnants swill down the plug hole and I look down at my hands –
shiiiiiiiiiiiiit , my nails are in a state .
I’m also thinking the blue colour totally out- rocks the orange I have on them.
I then have to simultaneously dry hair an nails at the same time.
To say I’m slightly talented is well a bit modest 😉 Ha ha!
Ooooh. Tummy starts growling.
FOOD. – THE MISSION BECOMES DAISY GET FOOD NOW OR I WILL TURN ON YOU AND EAT YOUR BODY ORGANS.
I’ve got way too much living and things to do for that to happen.
Get sat down in bed and I think of all the promises I made to catch up with y’all.
Before I can get any kind of decision made in my head.
It’s story time and it is not my turn to read 😦 very sad face- because Bella Bee’s reading can take what seems a very long time.
I then get all sparked up with my laptop fired up, I’m under the duvets ready to enter the blogospheare. Cue – Epic music.
I must say these clean sheets are mighty comfy – only 7 pm .If I just close my eyes for a sec….
“Daisy wake up ,take your meds and brush your teeth it is half ten ”
Yes my other half does say this to me.
My mind is scrambled. I have a bloody bloggging z-z challenge to do and I have to read over 200 posts of the people I follow.
No I am not going to cheat myself and just like them.
I am going to read every. single. one. Comment on every single one.
Two a.m. and I finally can hit the pillow almost guilt free:
I didn’t do my blog challenge
or my gratitude surprise challenge for my readers and peer followers
useless, take yourself out with the trash incompetent being.
My thoughts are retired drill instructors. they paid a membership to lease out my mind and now that won’t fuck off -pardon my sewerage mouth talk.
It is now 5:50 am and I am going to edit and polish off this post and hit the publish button -blast it into the blogoshphere.
Today I can imagine the set up being similar.
I will not give up.
Can I just say coffee is a truly my best friend. None of the crap shit.
I mean proper coffee made from some little village in Columbia with it’s fair trade stamp on.
So, I’m a greedy Bee with an itch ( bitch) . I want big slices of the cake. Hell, I want all the cake.
Sharing is something my four year old daughter has to do. This does not apply to me. I am an adult.
Okay, luckily my days are not always so full on – my mental health is important and it should be for everyone.
This is not a long term solution to living for me. I have committed myself to various projects and (coughs) a wedding and all that. Nothing major….
Look just take care of yourselves, please. We all live busy lives and have our shit to deal with but be kind to yourself. 🙂
Happy mid week!
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Mini Daisy update
bit of a hectic week this week. I will probably only be able to catch up with your blogs 8 pm ish time U.K. time
I haven’t given up on the Blogging challenge a-z . I will finally get a round to posting my monkey theme at some point this evening. It will be a
I’m buzzing and really looking forward to a long day of co -facilitator training with Healthy minds.
EPIC NEW ALERT!
My uncle hasn’t got Cancer. It’s been a tense few weeks
My other uncle is living up to his reputation for being the biggest wanker in the world. Not all things can change, right?
Wedding hair trial went well yesterday. Here’s a pic.
It looks bit messy but it will look the shizzle on my wedding day -with a bit of bling added to it.
LONG HAIR -LOVE FAKE EXTENSIONS!
Hope you all have an awesome day.
I have a big surprise for you guys and gals soon.
I want express my gratitude and how blessed I am to be healthy, wealthy -not in the money sense.
I have got it all going on and now is the time to use it.
There is a saying something like
You will never look and be the way you are today -EVER again.
Think about it….. It makes sense . You know it does!
Holy shit! I want to thank my new followers. I have a great idea to thank you all personally. So watch this space.
okay, you can go now ha ha!
I’m kind of over whelmed by the support I receive from all of you. It’s been 7 months of pure pleasure.
WORD PRESS 353? THIS IS MENTAL!
I feel mega guilty for just putting you down as numbers so I have a surprise to humanise you. You are all fucking brilliant.
Have an epic day and will catch up with you tonight
I’m out of here.
“I have to keep facing the darkness. If I stand tall and face the thing I fear, I have a chance to conquer it. If I just keep dodging and hiding it will conquer me.”
― Mary Pope Osborne,
WHY I’VE CHOSEN THIS QUOTE.
I’ve been letting the dark extinguish all light. I have basically been a wuss. It is the start of a new week. Unfortunately this day starts with an M. but go look outside your window. check that cloud out and look for the silver lining..
My passion for life, just recently got ran over by a steam roller and flattened me out, Rolling me out like a piece of dough, taking all the air- like passion out of me.
We all have our struggles. Shit, it
sometimes a lot of the times may seem like hiding under the duvet covers and growling at anyone who dares to step their big toe into my bedroom like a good idea.
How many times have we done that one?
What did we achieve?
what did we learn?
So how can I big myself up?
I could hire out a cheerleader and personal mascot to follow me around for the week shouting
GO DAISY! GO DAISY! D.A.IS.Y. -WHAT DO YOU GET ? DAISY!
If I did this I may end up in prison by the end of the week under murder charges for temporarily losing my mind and killing a cheer leader and mascot.
Imagine it. All week. That would drive me nuts!
I’m going to use my busy week to learn.
I know for a fact,that if I 100%
engage in my life this week;I will become bigger in spirit and character and I will learn more. I will evolve.
Come Sunday . I will no longer be who I am today.
I’m kind of nosy how that is going to turn out.
Change is good . Push yourself.
I think the idea of being conquered sucks. I know how much of a buzz I get when I push myself and I DO what I set out to do. I go on a natural high.
I am usually quite successful in all that I take on.
I’m worried that I won’t have enough time to be a Mom, partner and put the effort I usually do into my blog and reading other blogs because:
I’ve got my hair trial
Make up re trial
Food tasting for the wedding
Run through for the wedding
Bella Bee back at school
long hours of group facilitating training on Tuesday and Wednesday
More long hours of training with a different organisation on Friday
Exercise every day
I know it may not sound like a lot. To me it is a huge challenge considering how I have been feeling lately.
I’m so going to own this week.
Make a list of what you have to do. By all means focus on one day at a time. You don’t want to freak yourself out
Oh and please be fucking kind to your self. I hear this a lot.
GIVE YOURSELF CREDIT FOR WHAT YOU DO GET DONE
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So as you may or may not know – you should know 😉 I go on about it enough. I’m getting married on 22/06.
Yesterday me and my better half went to have a look at wedding bands. Nothing fussy. There were sales on. We found the most simple ,nondescript looking band and thought that will do. Then seemingly at the same time our eyes veered to the price tag underneath £299. *SALE* WOW! DON’T MISS THIS OPPORTUNITY.
We both looked at one another.
Our eye connected. This sounds so romantic .
This is it.
We both looked at the entrance to the jewellers.
Smiles mirroring each others.
We both had the same thoughts.
True soul mates.
We backed away and I may have mumbled something about looking for a ring another day. Today was paying bills day.
I may have said to my better half
” Why don’t we get tattooed rings.”
My other half’s face said it all. How can you be so tacky,Daisy. I shrugged, it was just an idea. He is a bit of a dude- long hair,skater type.
So I kind of imagined this was running through his head
My other half is from the North of England. The cheaper the better or so I thought.
He was mumbling about how as soon as the word ‘wedding’ was put n front of anything consumable the price triples. He has a point. He is not cheap.
I merely jest. I jest…… 😀
So, it got me thinking. Why do we need a wedding band any way?
Let’s buck tradition.
Oh no– I get the same look again -this time the thoughts that seem to go thorough his mind are: Oh Daisy. Do you always have to be so otherwise, so ,so rebellious. He is already planning on invites to make me conform to how a traditional wife thinks.
So what does all this ring malarkey mean?
I get the whole ring /circle thing represents something eternal, something un breakable. A bond, a pact.
There must be more to it than just a symbol of our undying love towards one another.
Can’t we just seal the deal with a blood pact? I’m kidding. …
So the research begins and like a ring never ends, so does the shopping… I’m kidding.. .. I do get tired and I do need sleep.
Lets go back to Egypt and walk like an Egyptian for a moment. The brides used to wear a woven plant circle ring on their finger as a sign of I am not going to go off with that rather sexy slave of ours.
We humans are an indecisive bunch. The ring was worn on the right finger for a time. The Romans had to make up their own rules, of course and decide the ring will go on the left finger.
Do they need a reason?
It is actually quite romantic:
According to a tradition believed to have been derived from the Romans, the wedding ring is worn on the left hand ring finger because there was thought to be a vein in the finger, referred to as the ‘Vena Amoris’ or the ‘Vein of Love’ said to be directly connected to the heart.
Before you start swooning ladies they also were the first people to use iron to make a ring.
Not because it would last longer but it was a sign that women were owned. A bit like a mini dog chain.
Here’s me thinking the Romans redeemed themselves.
Another more reserved and practical reason for wearing the ring on the left hand and fourth finger comes from the Christians. Not a bone of romanticism in this reason:
Most people are right handed,and it was seen as the finger that would do the least amount of work.
*DISCRIMINATION ALERT* . (I take offence to that, I am a lefty) I think the fourth finger would like to point out he does as much work as the others….
Interestingly, in many countries, even today, including Norway, Russia, Greece, Ukraine, Bulgaria, Poland, Austria, Germany,Portugal and Spain, the wedding ring in worn on the ring finger of the right hand and not the left
So, do we even need a ring. Can’t our vows be enough?
I suspect I’m going to lose this argument. I even got shot down with another look of disgust mixed with pity, when I mentioned Haribo rings!
And so the search ring band shopping continues……….. forever and ever and ever and ever. There seems to be no end to this search…
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Right, nearly three pm and I have got plenty accomplished today. My dentist is so good to me.
Here is a message to all of you who want to start messing with your diet. My anxiety around my looks and weight cost me a lot.
My teeth being a massive loss. It is something that I have had a huge hang up over. I’ve been living with the gold –
“aaaaaargh matie” look for so many years now.
My dentist is helping me sort out my teeth so they can be in the best possible condition for my wedding.
Not perfect but better.
I even cried today,when I saw my new not gold tooth. I know it’s superficial but I want to look in top from.
I’ve caught up with a fair few of your blogs this afternoon.
Daisy calm down and breathe. A lot of people seem to be stressing at work.
Spring break is happening..
All of you are awesome.
I mean that.
I read so many posts where I think I could never handle what you guys/gals go through.
We have a bunch of tough cookies in our little word press community. To those who work late shifts and/or can’t blog daily. I look forward to reading any upcoming updates.
Should I post a pic of my new smile? I don’t know ……….. Ha ha….
Our wedding is only 10 weeks away. I can’t believe it. I’m not even panicking.
I’ve been really low in mood lately.
I have been so excited about co -producing and facilitating an eating disorder group in the town I live. It is so needed.
Unfortunately, due to red tape issues. I’m not really sure when it will be up and running -hopefully by Autumn. All good things come to those who wait -as the saying goes….. 😀
My first non -human “child” Tatiana has finally forgiven me for having a second human child. It has only taken nearly four years.
When I got back from the dentist. I did my daily work out ,had a bath and when I walked into my bedroom -she was all curled up on my bed -purring.
Just like the old days. mega watt smile 😀
I don’t know what is up with my daughter at the moment. She was doing so well with going to the toilet but lately she is having accidents constantly .
Is this normal?
I feel like a rubbish Mum.
Have I failed my not so four year old baby girl?
Looking forward to Saturday – DATE NIGHT- My mommy is having my Bella Bee for the night. We are going to binge watch movies in bed and veg!
Easter is happening this weekend!
I’m being pampered by my mommy- she is paying for my hair and eyebrows to be done.
I do feel blessed and lucky.
Blogging is exceeding my expectations. I’m in awe that even 1 person digs what I write..
I’m also growing as a person and developing interests that I was too unwell to grasp years back.
Loving symbols, beliefs, religion, quotes. It’s all in my blog. I’m passionate and enjoying learning and discovering.
While we are on the subject of beliefs. I was walking back from the dentist and look what I found on the pavement. Yes, a daisy!
I don’t know what it means but I’m going to look at it as a positive sign.
I’m finding myself more and more comfortable with my writing style.
I used to worry people wouldn’t get my brand of humour.
Some don’t and some do – that’s the way it rolls.
Okay you got this far with reading my post so,
Here is a pic of me with my new non pirate tooth
and a lovely pic of two babies Tatiana and Bella Bee to help you over come the trauma of my not so Colgate smile perfect teeth 😉 – the main thing is I am happy with them.
That’s all folks
Stag do’s seem to go back to the Spartans, in the 5 century? Spartan’s afraid to get married?
Spartans! this challenge of taking on a bride is no ordinary scuffle in the arena. You will never win –
Mwahahahaha – from the evil bride(lurking in the background) from some obscure adults-only pantomime
Henry the 8 th was partial to oh I don’t know -say roughly 8 stag do’s in his time.
I look at him with a fresh perspective, he was just a wild party animal who didn’t know when to retire and let the young ones pick up the party where he left off.
I could get really rude here and suggest an innuendo of a she be a heading stag do?
I think. I would rather not go into that too much. Daisy has a filthy mind.
Okay so on to Hen do’s?
There is some research – it’s on Google 😀 that says that the word ‘hen’ way back could refer to any type of bird.
Us “chicks” have been associated with augury -divination by birds since Greek times. So, quite rightly, our Grooms- to -be would need to get together with there fellow stags to have a few beverages. If only to help prop the poor groom to be on the day or give him a few pointers on how to win an argument with his bride. Good luck with that one…
In the East, henna is believed to have properties to purify us sinful brides and I quote
“…. and hold her risk free from the evil eye”
The evil eye, hey?
Ah, of course, us ladies, over the centuries, have honed in our ability on how to make sure the recipient of our evil eye – men- make them feel the wrath of their inability to bring back the right colour box of tampons.
Are we that bad?
The research on these stag/hen do’s are rather hazy – maybe that is the point. I mean I thought there would be tons of information on how and when the stag and hen do originate but not much is coming up. Only suggestions.
What am I doing for my hen night?
A cocktail making class with a difference.
And my beloved stag,
Well, it started with rock climbing- the only reason was so my hubby-to -be could laugh at his supposedly unfit friends – He is a cruel bastard isn’t he? 😉
He out right refused paintballing. He doesn’t want to look all bruised on the day. This coming from the same mouth who had to be dragged into a shop and forced into a suit on by his Best man along with the help of the best man’s wife!
The mind boggles….
Then it changed to a RPG night a the pub with a Ghostbusters theme!? That one went straight over my head.
Last time I checked it could be a toss-up of bowling and a “historic” pub crawl. The difference is (according to my partner )a normal pub crawl is going from one bar to the next and consuming as much alcohol as possible and a historic pub crawl is visiting pubs with history and admiring the decor,as you do.
Interpret that as you may. My partner doesn’t drink alcohol but hey? It’s his stag do.
His theory in the ‘historic’ pub crawl is not focused on the drinking but on the pubs themselves and his other stags company.
And I thought is was us ladies who changed our mind as and when.
I’m sure him and his besties will have an epic time. I intend to 😀
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So, I’m only getting married in 4 months. 4 months! I’ve not planned this very well.
Invitations need to be sent out and paid for. I need to pay for my daughters dress. I need to meet up with my photographer and talk about what kind of photo’s I want. We are slowly building up a compilation of music. Decorations need to be chosen
The actual wedding: reception, ceremony , bridle suite, food and drink is sorted out. Paid for
I need a cake! I need RSVP’s – or I will have no one to celebrate with.
The small , final details need looking at
Oh wonderful husband of mine. You have put up with me. I am surprised you are still here. I promise to not be such a hermit. We met under the most painful time in my life. You swept me off my feet. I didn’t think for one moment you would every like little old me .You looked far too cool. Probably had loads of women flinging themselves at your feet. Yet, we got talking. You walked me home. I explained the situation with my daughter. I thought you would run for the hills. You have grown up so much in these 4/5 years. You stopped drinking. You help around the house- in fact you do more than your fair share. I think my daughter has the most chilled out personality because of you. I’ve done shameful things and you still love me and want to grow old with me. I know you are my soul mate. We laugh so much together. We don’t really fight. I respect you. I’ve never opened my heart and soul and mind to anyone – family, friends- any one but you. When I have doubted myself -you have urged me to go on. You never put me down. Never. I can’t really find one wrong thing to say about you except you won’t wear a coat in winter. Oh and you are not as cool as I thought. You are a bit of a geek but I love you for that. Your heart is generous and forgiving, your mind -well your mind- is brilliant. You are so intelligent. I love our little debates and chats. Our families have the same sense of humour. You have helped me believe that I am beautiful. You love my soul.
I vow to be loyal to you
To always be honest with you
To be your mascot when there is something that you want to achieve
To try and not ask you if you think I am fat all the time
To get out more in the world and do things
extend our family
keep reaching for our dreams
I vow to never lose my sense of humour
I vow to never put you done
I vow to let you get a pet duck – only joking. we are not getting a pet duck
These personal vow things are hard. So may be it will go something like that. Or not….
I need to find out what the groom to be wants to wear. He is stubborn. ‘ No suits’, he says. I need a club. He needs a blow to the head to instil common sense and come around to my way of thinking 😀 I have my dress. Only 4 months left of torturing myself with daily exercise.
I need to sort out hair and make up for my bridesmaids and me and my Mom and Nan. I can’t believe I will have a new surname. That is going to be seriously trippy.
So this is it. I’m getting married. No, it hasn’t sunk in yet….