Okay I might as well get it out now.
20 guests have been invited to our wedding on the 22/06/2016. Invitations were sent out ages ago. Everyone confirmed and then Life happened.
Everyone on the list is not expendable. In our books they are chosen for specific reasons.
Five of the guests -a family – are chosen for being the ones that brought me and my King together.
I don’t know if they will make it (I’ve asked them to tell us on many occasions) because of their current situation. It is a matter of life and death. I understand life happens but this is our wedding and after many phone calls and chats; I don’t think I will be in a forgiving mood if they don’t make it.
Another couple is literally family. I’ve asked repeatedly over the months if they are sure that their health issues won’t affect them from coming to the wedding.
A lot of mixed signals and I’m dubious.
I’m quite sure that my two bridesmaids will be there considering the money invested in making them feel beautiful on the day. I have not gone all bridezilla on them . The only thing I made clear was I wanted their hair to be flowy and boho – up and down , plaits and not fussy with loads of crap in their hair.
I don’t want to fall out with people I have known for many years and people I will get to know in the years to come; over something that is not life threatening.
Hair – unless it involves losing it should not be a big fucking issue!
I’m starting to doubt my own hair do and thank fuck I am having another trial soon.
I am quite positive that four of the guests will be there – unless some travesty happens and of course that would not be be their faults.
The final guests I am kind of hoping won’t have any kind of issue on the day- I understand people get sick. I would always put my friends and families health before my own happiness.
One guest is our daughter. She is coming.
The thing is: Our wedding day is a once in a life time event.
There are many people we wanted to invite but we had to be really strict so we could have our wedding day, and make sure that every guest is catered to and has the very best we have to offer them ,to thank them for celebrating our day: with us.
I can’t control this. It is bigger than me and I’ve got to the point now where I have to sing ‘ Let it go’ because I’m a fucking first time bride – worrying about making sure everyone else is happy while I don’t get a chance to worry about my own hair, make up, health state etc..
I know I am having a bride to be rant. I didn’t want to post it because it is so…..
I hate being predictable but I want my guests to be predictable.
Isn’t that a bit of a catch 22 ?
So I’m letting go and will have an epic day in spite of what happens on the day.
I love everyone who is going to be there but there are also a lot of other people I love to pieces who I wanted to be there too.
My mantra up until the wedding is this little gem
Apparent-ly ,I was not as prepared for the whole love you in sickness in health bit of our binding vows when we get married in June.
Weeks away from the wedding and I find out a week ago that my husband to be has been going blind in his right eye.
He didn’t bother to casually mention it to me, in the the month that his detached retina ,has got further and further away from his eyeball to the point if he left it any longer; he may just need a cane. I’m not talking about this kind.
I was full of rage and disappointment. Sometimes I want to throw stones at the martyrs in my life.
I DO! (I only ever wanted to have to think that on my wedding day? 😀
We joked about the Stevie Wonder rumours yesterday and how epic it would be if he actually put a stop to all the rumours of him faking he is blind.
I’m lucky to have a partner that came from parents who use humour to get on with life’s shake ups. My family do the same.
It sure takes the edge off the reality of the situation.
I just want to put out on this post how much I rely on my G. He is a
diamond – a star. I know there are those gifts you can buy and name a star after someone you love. This to me screams ‘you being taken for a ride’.
HE IS A TRUE STAR.
No monetary value can have a hold on the one I love.
The full package. The rarest of them all. The beat to my heart.
I say this all the time about him and my Bella bee – they are what makes my heart go
kerr- dum ker- dum ker- dum… not so dirty dancing..
Speaking of dancing . We are not having a first dance.
I think it would be awesome to have one but G is not keen. I’m not expecting him to bust out some ‘put your back into it’ moves –
I’m not going all Missy Elliot on him.
He can if he wants too……
but in all truth – I would love to dance to this song with him..
Oh fuck! Shit… ‘THEM THERE EYES !
This is how my mind works?
I love my man’s eyes…. I’m not taking the piss here.
I am being 100% authentic and real.
I dedicated that song to G when I met him…
I’ve been on a high since the SS have exited our lives and I went a bit party hardy but I’ve calmed down since NYE.
Living the quiet life..
monastic excitement only.
I find out the news about this surgery he is going to have in two weeks time.
The surgery seems pretty straight forward. .
It is what he has to NOT do after the surgery which will predict success or epic failure.
I fucking loathe complaining.
I don’t know who else to talk to .
Everyone I know comes to talk to me and I can’t just stop some -one mid sob and go:
” Shut the fuck up . Back the fuck up . I need help .I feel like I am a shit wife to be. Can I hack this? Do my man proud.?Be a real woman and put on my big but sexy panties? “
I’m not going to go all renegade master on my G.
I’ll don my sexy ‘SUPER NURSE’ outfit on and I will get back into the groove of doing ALL the household chores again. We usually split the chores straight down the middle. No grey areas .
I jest.I jest..
We do work as a team though. It is what works for us.
I’m not used to some one- like the man I am going to marry- getting ill….
Sex is off limits. I am not lying. Well.. I am lying down but you have to believe me on this one.
I dunno google it.. Ha ha
I’ve got it good and this kind of shock experience makes me appreciate my G even more. He does so much for me, hides so much.
He protects me.
He can be a stubborn MOFO most of the time but hell, so can I eye .
Fucking terrible joke. #SOCS I blame thee
I KNOW !
So this is where we are at.
I have to thank my Ma and my Nan because they will be looking after Bella Bee so that makes life a lot easier for me.
I don’t fucking cook….
So, take out it is…..
Or maybe just maybe this experience will bring out the traditional wife who cooks, barefoot, wild flowing hair, all tits hanging loose.
Where has my courage gone?
Here is me Me worrying about stepping up and being counted.
Change is good .
I have to see this is only going to make me and us stronger.
So as apparent as my initial shock is that I am going to be gobbled up by the world that is my oyster. I may just shock myself and bust out all the moves and yell:
STOP! THIS IS DAISY’S TIME!
TIME TO WORK IT! BE BRAVE.
Whatever we decide to say in our vows on our wedding day. Anything about health and love and standing by my man will be a FACT and not some mere idea. I can say the same for my G.
He has stuck by me with all my toil boil and troubles.
No matter which!
I just have to trust the process of commitment.
This post wouldn’t be without :
I will be posting and reading blogs as much as I can after the 19th May – the day of G’s operation,
My Hen do is on the 21 st May-
and the stag do after that-
-and then our epic wedding on the 22nd June.
I wish I had six heads with 6 pairs of hands that I could conjure when I wanted .
So, I am going to leave you all and have a good old rummage in my mask trunk. I need to find the‘ right faking it till you making it’ mask to don in the next coming weeks.
The show must go on…
Last thing I want to share that always makes me laugh is this
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……..
*TRIGGER ALERT* Lots of wedding themed pics.
I must be the most anti bride ever.
What I mean is I have kind of been dreading doing these posts. I don’t know why..
Well, in a way I do. I hate seeing all those brides gushing and having everyone fawn all over them and ordering people around.
I’m a pleasant bride thus far. No Bridezilla behaviour as of yet and no symptoms. So I’m doing well.
It’s just not me- yet. 😀 My Ma, my Nan and my twin Uncles and of course my better half and myself have worked hard on saving and making sure our day is gonna be GRANDE.
So, we got to do a little food tasting today ….
– gosh wait . hang on a sec.
I did a post on the venue months ago so let’s start with zeeeeeeeeeee venue.
THEME: NEW ORLEANS , LOUISIANA , VINTAGE JAZZ DREAM
VINTAGE TEA – small and intimate – We are doing this but on a smaller scale. There are only 20 guests and us two.
Due to money not growing on trees and that kind of thing..:D
I wish I could invite everyone I love.
My G doesn’t drink and I don’t drink unless I go out which is never! So we are not having the whole night shebang.
I have ordered canapes and a cocktail for after the ceremony which will give the lovely photographer ,Hannah a chance to get some intimate shots and just do her thing.
There will be a champagne toast with the speeches and a mojhito waiting for me at the reception table so I will be well on my merry way in no time.
MET THIS EPIC LADY-who will be leading me like the blind on the day
Here are a few pics from our food taster session
I got to chat with Claire the fabulous wedding planner. She has been so lovely and I feel like everything will go perfect now, we have had an update chat.
I would love to show you my bouquet and dress and all the other details and bits and bobs. There is so much!
But I may hold out on that for a bit longer..
I did get to see the interconnecting double and twin room for the night before and for the day so ,Laura,can do my make up, Sian will be doing the bridesmaids -my beautiful niece and my God daughter,my Ma’s hair and my Nan’s and mine.
My G and his best man will be sleeping at our house the night before. The car is booked.
The rest of the party are the best man’s wife. I went to their wedding 2/3 years ago and I cried like a baby. It was beautiful.
We have my quirky in laws- Julie and John including my soon to be sister in law Tami.
The couple and their 3 with another bun , called Layla in the oven. They introduced us officially.
I had actually met Gaz way back in 2009. He was working as a barman and I rocked up at the place he was working to meet some mates one night and my jaw dropped. This man with olive skin, dark flowing hair , a real man – A Greek god like looking man behind the bar.
I tried everything to get his attention but he didn’t fall for it or me until that day at our mates house in 2011.
This time I got his attention and he had mine. Got to give the guy a break – he was working when I first encountered him and he probably had a girlfriend at that time too.
Oh my god.. My Bella Bee’s outfit – I have turned into the gushing bride. It’s all becoming real – at last.
THANK FUCK FOR THAT. I am a human!
So many things going on in my head.
My wedding dress. What a find – all vintage lace. -long sleeved..-no long trail.
IT IS TRULY JUST DARLING!
Okay here is a peak. I am not superstitious and you haven’t seen all the other tiny details
Got it for less than £500. Considering dresses start at over £1000 and much more. The bridesmaids dresses are pale lemon. That is the colour theme.
Yellow roses. I love yellow roses
I think I showed a pic of the look my G is going for on another post but here is another peek
Oh one last pic…
I got to see the bridal suite today – eeeeeeeek.
So. I’m starting to feel the wedding vibes now.
There is so much I haven’t shown you but all in good time.
I’m getting married!
The most non traditional person I know is getting married.
I will leave it at that ….
“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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