Did anyone else secretly get an ominous feeling as they welcomed in their new year? I certainly did, but only because the part of my brain which is susceptible to all the hype about Mayan calendars and Doomsday theories and Jake Gyllenhaal movies was having a field day. But it's all nonsense of course. At least it better be, if the world ends before I get a chance to wear a wedding dress, visit Tokyo or pick out a kitchen from Ikea I'll be very upset.
So what has been happening over the past few months? I had a shlovely Christmas at home, I only managed four days this year instead of the usual couple of weeks I normally get, but it was fine as I still managed to get spoilt rotten, consume many thousands of calories and spend some quality time with my lovely family. I was a very lucky girl and managed to shuffle my travel arrangements so I got to have an overnight stay with the Scotsman and his folks, which definitely helped to make up for us having to spend the holidays apart. After an evening of craic I was off on my way to Norn Iron on what was the possible the roughest, most puketastic ferry crossing I've ever been on. There was literally a person on either side of me boking into little paper bags, which is not the most pleasant seating arrangement for a three hour journey. Not having the strongest of stomachs when it comes to these situations, I doused my scarf in perfume, wrapped it round my head, shut my eyes tight and went to my happy place until my feet were on the dry land of home.
Xmas was fab, I managed a few jars down the pub catching up with my chums back home but spent most time at home, just vegging out with Quality Street and turkey and playing with our mad shih tzu. Before long I was back in the Burgh, ready for my first ever Hogmanay! Twas exciting stuff indeed, and seeing in the new year with my man felt so so good. The anniversary of our first date is next week, I can barely believe it! This is going to be our year, there are strange and exciting things coming in our near future and I just can't wait to see where we end up next.
Now I couldn't finish a catch-up entry without mentioning my birthday, could I! This year, I had a TOWIE night, and it was facking class. The girls all got dressed up to the max to the sweet sounds of Rihanna, downing fishbowls of cocktails in the flat and left for a local dancefloor covered in several layers of Sunshimmer and fake lashes and short skirts and faux bling. My chum Smecky provided an instant vajazzle, which went onto my thigh as even I am not bold enough to show off a diamante-encrusted foof in the middle of a bar. The Scotsman got away with a layer of fake tan and escaped without the stick-on diamond stud earring I kept threatening him with, however it got lost in his January-white skin and didn't quite provide the TOWIE-orange I was hoping for. All in all an excellent and most drunken night was had by all.
So that's me all up to date, and ready to complete my new year's resolution and actually post something on here regularly and not just when the mood takes me. We shall see. I'll just have to continue on my merry path to mayhem so I have plenty to write about...
Xmas was fab, I managed a few jars down the pub catching up with my chums back home but spent most time at home, just vegging out with Quality Street and turkey and playing with our mad shih tzu. Before long I was back in the Burgh, ready for my first ever Hogmanay! Twas exciting stuff indeed, and seeing in the new year with my man felt so so good. The anniversary of our first date is next week, I can barely believe it! This is going to be our year, there are strange and exciting things coming in our near future and I just can't wait to see where we end up next.
Now I couldn't finish a catch-up entry without mentioning my birthday, could I! This year, I had a TOWIE night, and it was facking class. The girls all got dressed up to the max to the sweet sounds of Rihanna, downing fishbowls of cocktails in the flat and left for a local dancefloor covered in several layers of Sunshimmer and fake lashes and short skirts and faux bling. My chum Smecky provided an instant vajazzle, which went onto my thigh as even I am not bold enough to show off a diamante-encrusted foof in the middle of a bar. The Scotsman got away with a layer of fake tan and escaped without the stick-on diamond stud earring I kept threatening him with, however it got lost in his January-white skin and didn't quite provide the TOWIE-orange I was hoping for. All in all an excellent and most drunken night was had by all.
So that's me all up to date, and ready to complete my new year's resolution and actually post something on here regularly and not just when the mood takes me. We shall see. I'll just have to continue on my merry path to mayhem so I have plenty to write about...
