17 Nov 2014

Crazy Dog/Goat Lady

Monday 16th November 2014 – is that the correct date? I have no idea. I'll check it in a min. S'what happens when you don't work and spend a lot of your time asleep – all the days blend into one.

It's not been long since my last blog but I was just in the mood to write so thought I would anyway. 

I've had a good weekend – well Friday and Saturday were good but Sunday was spent vomiting – totally self inflicted so no sympathy needed (just wanted). 

Sami and I had a date night on Friday and watched The Hunger Games after I cooked us a nice meal and we had microwave popcorn which was great! On Saturday we had friends over for a dinner party and somehow ended up very, very drunk. We were playing Cards Against Humanity and then I don't remember much afterwards. Whoops! I love Cards Against Humanity – if you have a very dark sense of humour you will LOVE it and if not, don't go near it. So yeah, I woke up on Sunday with a mouth drier than camel's fanny and promptly had to be sick. Disgusting. I have not been that hung over for a very long time. Bad times, bad, bad times. Sami was not impressed. Apparently puking your guts up all day isn't how a nice wife should behave.

Thankfully I'm much better today and have spent the day going through our wedding pictures, updating my CV and doing shitey housework. Isn't it exciting?! I shouldn't really blog about that because it's not even remotely interesting but hey, this is a blog about my life. Sami just told me I don't need to iron his boxers or the bed sheets....is that a bit much? It is isn't it? Oh well, it keeps me quiet. 

Illness wise I'm not too bad apart from a very stiff neck – I woke up in AGONY. Basically I was having a bad dream and in the dream I got angry and must have moved too quickly and my neck did some weird thing and it felt like something snapped and this weird sensation went from my neck right up my head to my eye. It's happened before the one time I tried to do sit-ups. It's the scariest thing, I'd put in a parr with middle of the night leg cramp. Why does that shit always happen at 4am? Anyway, I woke up crying and Sami was just like 'What now?!' I told him I was dying from a broken neck and he just told me to go back to sleep and then the alarm went off like 20 seconds later! So yeah, I've not been able to turn my head much today. I've also been ultra clumsy lately. In the last week I've broken 2 wine glasses, a mug and I've spilt so much over the kitchen floor such as bbq sauce, beans, rice, you know all the things that are ultra annoying to clean up. So I'm not sure what that's all about.  I'll mention it to my doctor next time I see him. Do any of my friends with Fibro/Lupus ever get this? I'd love to know if it's related.

I'm typing this whilst watching I'm a Celebrity Get Me Out of Here – this has got to be the funniest thing on TV ever! Ant and Dec crack me up! Oh em geee I'm in stitches!

Anyway what was I banging on about? Oh yeah, I was about to say how happy I am with the wedding pictures – it's so lovely to look back because to be honest the whole day is a bit of a blur. You're so nervous and excited and overwhelmed it's hard to take it all in properly. I have no recollection of walking down the aisle – it's so bizarre how I've somehow blanked it out so it was great to look at the photos. I can't wait to show them to everyone. Sami's Mum said I was the happiest bride she'd ever seen! Hahaha! I was ridiculously happy. Sami is literally the best human being ever and I got to marry him! I'd been waiting (not so patiently) for him to ask me to marry him for a long time, and as with everything Sami does, he took his sweet ass time! He is so laid back its crazy. I've never known such a laid back person. So after 7 wonderful years together we finally got married and I loved it. I said I wouldn't go on about the wedding didn't I? Sorry, I can't help it.

Here's a few pics for you....

Special moment with my Dad:

 
The moment I got to Sami...
 
This one was taken outside the office where we met:


My lovely parents in their garden - I love this Russian Ivy in the background!
 
 
We have around 400 pics but I will leave it there and do a post just for wedding pics once we have shown them all to our parents.
 
Omg it's Christmas soon! I LOVE Christmas! Everyone says things like it's time to appreciate your family and it's not about gifts, it's about getting together etc etc. NO. Sorry but for me, its blatantly about the presents! LOTS OF PRESENTS! PRESENTS EVERYWHERE!!! I mean of course I enjoy spending time with the family and all that but seriously, it is about presents. I get so excited my Mum still has to give me a gift on Christmas Eve. I just can't cope otherwise. When I was little I used to get sick all of Christmas Day because I was so excited. One year I even found all my presents, opened them and wrapped them back up again. Its not normal - at 29 years of age I should be able to cope but I still can't. I struggle to sleep on Christmas Eve. What the hell am I going to be like if Sami and I have kids? Oh Jaysus. It will be a whole new level of excitement/craziness.

This year for Christmas I'd like a pug. I ask for a pug every year and I never get one. I might sound like a dick by saying this but I usually get what I want except a pug. Sami says it's because we live in a small flat and it wouldn't be fair when we don't have a garden and all these other sensible things and I'm just like 'I want a pug, I don't care where we live, I want a pug!' I'm not the sensible one. Thank God I have Sami otherwise I'd have 2 pugs, a goat, one of those poorly donkeys on the charity adverts, a cat with three legs and every dog you see on the Battersea Dog's Home adverts. I seriously would, I'm not even exaggerating. I'd be the crazy dog/goat lady. For some reason when I wrote that I imagined myself in a smelly jumper with holes and manky leggings – why have I suddenly got manky?

Look at him....












 
My new jumper...
 













 
Right well,  that's enough from me. I'm off to bed. Na-nights xxx











14 Nov 2014

Return of the Bridezilla

Allo! 

It's me, I'm back! I've returned from wedding oblivion – you know that place brides go to be mental and not care about anyone or anything else whatsoever? Well, I made it out alive. Just.

I aint gonna deny it – I was one seriously mental bride. Well not a mental bride, but I was off my rocker for around 6 months beforehand. The wedding took over my life, it's all I thought about, talked about and dreamt about. So for all those I see a lot, I apologise. It's over now and I hope you still love me.  Poor Sami. Poor, poor Sami. I'm so surprised he was there at the end of aisle and not half way around the world screaming 'I'm freeeeee!'

Wow, all that craziness for one day. But what a day it was! I won't go on about it because less face it, other people's weddings are boring but it was lovely and a lovely experience. I loved it all and I'm so happy to be Mrs Ceyhan (pronounced Jeyhan, yep, you read that correctly a 'C' pronounced as a 'J') Some people say it's no different and technically it isn't – you're still the same annoying people but it just feels more solid now and to share the same surname makes it feel like you're even more of a team. I dunno how to explain it but basically I'm loving this marriage stuff. On honeymoon Sami and I kept saying to each other 'Dunno what everyone moans about, this marriage lark is great!' Lol! But we were on a beach in Mauritius and had only been married 5 minutes.

Right, I promise I won't go on about weddings any more, if I go on too much you have permission to punch me in my eye.

So apart from honeymooning, I haven't been up to much. We are thinking of selling the flat to buy somewhere bigger and we had an estate agent round today but nothing is actually happening just yet, we are trying to figure out our options first but it's all very exciting! It's weird – I don't feel grown up enough to be doing all these things like getting married and selling property! Selling and buying a new house is what you do in Monopoly, not in real actual life. It's madness I tell you! Madness!

Lupus wise its all the same old, same old - one day good, 4 days bad etc etc. I thank the Lord I was well on the wedding day as I had been pretty awful the few weeks before but I think it was all stress related. I've not been too bad since though, I'd say I'm better than usual but I think it's because I'm still on a high from the wedding and our honeymoon. I don't have post wedding blues or anything like that I'm just wandering around in my pink and fluffy bubble of happiness with the song 'happy' on repeat. Lol.

I have been quite bored with no wedding/honeymoon to plan though. What the frick did I do beforehand??? I really want to get a part time job but it's hard because when I feel well I'm all like ,'Yeeeeah, I can get a part-time job, it will be fine!' Then I get ill and I'm like 'What was I thinking? I can't be getting no part time job! You is crazy girlfriend!' haha. So I dunno, if I do it would only be local and maybe a couple of 4hr shifts or something. Sami reckons I just need to up my 'wife game' and start baking. I love cooking but I've never really been into baking – I'm scared I'd get too into it and we'd both end up morbidly obese. I often take things to the extreme – I'm not the kind of person to do things half heartedly, it's all or nothing! So I might have to leave the baking thing. Hmm, maybe I could just make my own bread or something? Sami would come home and there would be bread everywhere! Nope, I'll just stick with my normal cooking. 

I made a lasagne last night big enough for a family of 6, we eat half of it between us and then I wonder why I've gained weight since the wedding. Speaking of which, Sami being the wonderful man he is made it quite clear I'm not allowed to get fat or 'let myself go' now that we are married. I grassed him up to my Dad hoping he would say Sami is out of order or something along those lines but he said, 'Well, I think Sami should make you try on your wedding dress every year to be sure it still fits.' Cheeky bastards! They said they were joking but I think they kind of meant it. I told Sami he has to try his suit on every year as well and he just replied with 'At least I will get better with age, you'll just deteriorate.' Nice! 
Men do though don't they? With their distinguished grey hair and more mature outlook on life . What happens to women? We grow beards and tits down to our ankles. I'm gonna start saving for surgery now.

Anyway, not sure what else there is to tell you really, I could waffle on about our wedding and honeymoon but I'm sure that's not that interesting to you so I'll spare you the boredom. Other than that nowt much else exciting is going on.

After reading loads of negative stuff lately I decided I was gonna do a post about all the best feelings in the world such as fresh bed sheets, etc but I fell asleep (damn fatigue) so I'll probably do it another day. Aahhh! It's good to be back! I've missed blogging and waffling on about my life! I'm still surprised people actually read this shite.


Right, that's it from me, have a good weekend my lovelies and I shall be back soon.


14 Aug 2014

shoes

Wednesday 22 July 2014

Hi guys!

I haven't written for a month now which is the longest I've ever gone (I think) but basically I've been dying. Ok, maybe not dying (I can be slightly dramatic) but I'm not sure how else to describe the horrors that be my life of late.

Since the last time I wrote I've pretty much been in a flare. The MOTHER of all flares.  This flare was on a new level.  It wasn't even a Lupus flare it was a Fibromyalgia flare.  I think up until this week I've slept for most of the day plus the whole night.  I have struggled so much to stay awake and at one point I was in so much pain I almost admitted myself to hospital because I didn't know what else to do.

Sami was at football one evening and I called my Mum crying so much she got my Dad to come and pick me up (good ol' Daddy) and I stayed there for 2 days just so I wouldn't be on my own whilst Sami was at work. If I'm honest, I wasn't coping and I was scared. Really scared. I was saying to myself, 'How can I cope with this any longer? How am I actually supposed to live this way?' I felt like I couldn't.  Two whole weeks of constant and unrelenting pain plus exhaustion really fucking takes its toll on your sanity.  I tried to blog about it but writing it all down made me realise how shit it really is and I couldn't type the words without sobbing like a maniac so I stopped, went to my parents and took some time out.  I'd almost call it a mini-breakdown.

As you all know, I deal with a lot of pain etc but it rarely gets me down to the point where I question whether or not I can carry on like this but this time I'd really had enough. Thank god for parents eh?

So right now I'm a lot better.  The flare seems to be on it's way out now and my sanity has been restored but I'm still napping a few times a day which is annoying. All I want is to be a fully contributing member of society instead of someone who naps a few times a day, goes to work once a month and pretty much does nothing else!  I don't mean to moan but Jaysus Christ can you blame me?!

On the bright side, I am very grateful to have Sami who is a real life angel.  He looks after me so much, never moans and he spoils me rotten!  I'm so glad we have each other and I'm so glad I get to marry him soon.  An example of how sweet he is, is when he bought my wedding shoes for me a few weeks ago.  To cut a very long story short, I've had my eye on some very special shoes for many years now and the day I got my wedding dress, Mum and I went to Liberty in London and I saw these shoes in real life.  I tried them on only dreaming I could have them one day and after trying them on I fell in love with them even more but never thought I could have them.  Mum and I carried on with our day but I couldn't stop thinking about them and to make it worse they were perfect for my wedding dress - it's like they were made for my dress!  I said to Mum 'I have to get them! I have to save up and have them!' and she told me I should think about it as they are so expensive.  After sleeping on it, I decided that yes they were too much money and I should look else where.  I bought a lovely pair of typical bridal shoes but after a few days I decided they were too bridal and boring and they just weren't me so I sent them back. I then bought some other shoes online but they didn't fit properly.  I bought a third pair but there weren't comfortable so I decided to save up and buy 'The shoes'  I saved hard and once I had the money Mum and I went up to Harrods to get them and on the day Sami gave me his credit card and said, 'Here you go, darling, go get your shoes.' I said 'What? omg! No, I can't accept this!' But he insisted and said I can't buy my own wedding shoes and he'd like to treat me.  Well, obviously I took it and went!

Quite a few people have said it was ridiculous to spend so much money on shoes but I don't care. I tried other shoes but they weren't right.  To me, the shoes were almost as important as the dress because I am passionate about shoes.  I've loved shoes for as long as I can remember so it was important to me to have the most amazing shoes on my wedding day.  And to be quite frank, I have had so much shit to deal with in the past few years and if these shoes make me happy then why not?  I'm not usually shallow or materialistic so eff it!  Some couples buy expensive things for each other all the time or go out for expensive meals or buy jewellery but we tend to just do little things for each other like Sami will come home from work with a chocolate bar and a shitey magazine or I'll run him a bath when he gets in from football.  I don't expect him to buy me expensive things but on this occasion I think he realised how much I loved these shoes and he wanted me to feel amazing on our wedding day so he got them for me.  I'm even justifying it now but I'm kind of fed up of justifying it because with regards to the wedding we haven't spent fortunes at all, we've made lots of things, negotiated discounts and our reception is in a pub so if I want to be extravagant with the shoes then why not.  Plus I'll wear them again and cherish them forever! They're my babies!

It's things like that which make me realise I shouldn't moan at all. If I wasn't ill I think I'd have the best life ever! But then my illness makes me realise how much I have to be grateful for so it's all swings and round-a-bouts really isn't it?  Some people really don't know how lucky they are.  God what I wouldn't give to wake up with my health back!  If you are reading this and are healthy please count your blessings and realise how wonderful that is.

Ok have I waffled on for long enough now?  I'm falling asleep, I shall save this and continue tomorrow.

Na night xx

14 August 2014

Well, that was bloody ages ago! Once again I haven't written in almost a month.  I'm only really just coming out the other side of that nasty flare.  I had a few good days here and there but it's mostly been bad.  I went back to work last week for the first time in ages so that was nice.

I've had quite a frantic week but today I am looking after my friend's pugs, Charlie and Stanley.   They are so cute! for those of you who know me you will know how mad I am about pugs so to look after 2 for the whole day is a treat! They're asleep and snoring at the moment and it's making me feel very sleepy too.

Think thats my queue for nap time!

Be back soon! xx

24 Jun 2014

Monday Ain't No Fun Day

I am not happy. Not happy at all!

So I'll start off with the whinging then I'll move on to happier stuff as it will be a better way to end this post.

I woke up Friday feeling like death warmed up and I'm still feeling like it.  I'm in so much pain I'm trying not to wail like a some kind of wild animal - I'm still really surprised my neighbours haven't called the RSPCA yet.  One day they will turn up the door and say 'excuse me, we've had reports of a distressed and possibly dying animal in this flat' Lol.

We got back from France last Monday after spending 6 days there for our friend's wedding.  We had a busy but very lovely time although I was tired when we got back I felt relatively OK.  We had so much fun and luckily I only felt ill on the last 2 days (probably because we drank more than any human should and we were ultra busy) but we had a blast and met some really cool people.  I especially loved meeting Daryl and Luke - Becci's friends from the Shopping Centre where she owns her shop, Daryl also owns a shop and Luke works at the television centre there.  We got on so well and Daryl and Sami had a little bro-mance which was cute.  I look froward to seeing those bitches again.

Anyway so after a blast in France I was feeling pretty alright considering and decided to go to work on Thursday after a day of chilling and a day of catching up with the housework.  Work was fine and afterwards Sil and I went out for a few drinks and to watch the England game (what a load of shite!) and Friday I felt OK but then in the evening I felt awful.  I was hot, sweating, my head hurt, my whole body hurt and I was exhausted. Saturday was no different but I managed to pull myself together and go out for my Sister in laws birthday. We went out for a meal and then the plan was to go to a few bars afterwards but Sami and I went straight home which is so unlike me - if there's a party, I'm there! So that made me feel a bit shitty but there was no way I could have carried on, I was exhausted and in a lot of pain - not a good mix. We got home and I went to bed and didn't get out of bed until around 6pm on Sunday.

It's like every bit of energy I had has been sucked out of me.  I feel horrendous.  I can't even think.  An example being when I made myself a poached egg on toast and brought it to the table I realised I only had a fork so went back to the kitchen to get a knife but came back with a fork.  I realised and went back again and came back with another fork! I now had 3 forks and still no knife and I kid you not, I did it AGAIN. So there I was with four forks and still no knife.  Four Forks sake (I know, sorry about that but I couldn't resist)  What an imbecile.  (It only took me three goes to spell that word.)

I can't even type any more because I keep forgetting how to spell words, what word I'm looking for and to be honest I'm fecked.  Bed time for me (it's 3.30pm).  I'll be back...

Tuesday

Well, I'm feeling slightly more with it today which is nice!  I'm forcing myself to chill against my will and I'm booorreeed.  I got the laptop out and I've just been doing some wedding bits like chasing biyartches up that haven't got back to me and I've made a spreadsheet.  I love spreadsheets.  I need to do some housework but I don't have the energy so I'm just gonna have to sit here all day looking at things I need to and should be doing.

It's hard not doing stuff when you know you shouldn't. If I start trying to do stuff I'll end up feeling 10x worse and then I'll be all like 'Faye, you knew you shouldn't have done that' and then I feel stupid. So today, I will chill. And try not to eat loads of crap.  I like eating when I feel rubbish.

Anyway, it's only 9am and I've already received 3 emails from friends and acquaintances asking me to sponsor them for something or other for some charity or other.  Now, don't get me wrong, I love charities and what they're all about but seriously if I sponsored every person who asked me to, I'd be a broke ass mother fucker wearing charity shop (oh the irony) shoes and living off food bank cast offs.  So no, sorry I won't be sponsoring you for your walk down the road or your jog because one day you might be sponsoring me just to live.

I do my bit by donating to Cancer Research every month, I regularly give clothes to charity shops and I always donate to Children in Need so I can decline your invite to your charity sponsorship form with a clear conscience.  Good on you for doing something and fair play to you but no, I won't be getting involved.

Urgh and what about those shitty I'm not drinking alcohol for a month ones? I mean are you for real!!? You want me to sponsor you to NOT drink alcohol? I'd rather sponsor you to drink alcohol and maybe you won't be so bloody boring.  I understand the cause is great but I refuse to sponsor someone for that. If you can't lay off the booze for a month without having to be paid for it then you need someone to sponsor you to go to rehab mate.

Whilst I'm having a rant I may as well have a rant about the things people put on Facebook.  I cannot abide it when I see a pic of some poor abused dog or a woman beaten up by her husband.  I do not want to see that shit.  I know it happens, I'm aware we live in a cruel world but when I go on Facebook it's a way of escaping reality and I do not appreciate being slapped in the face with the harsh reality of a picture of a dog with an ear missing.  Unless you are physically going out and preventing this from happening you are not helping by sharing a graphic photo.  I just like to see people's whiney status' about how boring their day is at work or what they ate for dinner.  I do not want to scroll down and see a mangled dog or face. Stop it.

Oh and another thing that really gets my goat is when Facebook suddenly becomes the fecking weather channel.  I know it's hot/cold/raining! I don't need 12 acquaintances telling me so! 'Ooooh its snowing!' Oh wow, great observation. Well done.  I don't mind when people are saying nice things like 'Oh I love the sun' or whatever but when people literally just put 'snow!' or 'This rain is so bad' or something like that I'm like Grrrr!! Here this goat says it all...



Hmm, I'm a fine one to be complaining about what people say and do on Facebook! I'm a Facebook fiend! I can't get enough of it!  But I always say if I annoy you, you know where the 'unfriend' button is.

One of the best things about Facebook is when you get to be nosey and look at people's pics you don't even know.  You start off having a stalk on a colleagues page then before you know it your looking at their sister's brother in laws cousins wedding pics and then your like 'Erm what am I doing? I don't even know these people' Lol - don't lie and say you haven't done it.

Do you know what else I can't stand? Random friend requests.  Erm, we have no friends in common, you look weird and your from a completely different part of the world - I do not know you so no, we can't be 'friends' I mean, how do these people in find you?? Who are they??

Right OK, I think I'm done.  And breeaattheee.  Stress isn't good for the cells.  My cells are already weirdo's they don't need extra stress.

I was just having an email conversation with my sis in law, she said she hopes I feel better and I was like well I am and I'm not in as much pain but I still feel so exhausted.  I wish I could think of a better word because exhausted doesn't really cover it.  I was saying to her it's weird to feel this knackered when you haven't done anything to warrant it.  Oh well never mind.

So yesterday I went and fed a friend's cats as she is away on honeymoon.  I also fed her parent's cats as they are away at the moment too.  Her Mum and Dad live about 5 mins away in a car and she lives about 7 mins away in a car I don't drive so I had to walk.  I walked to her parent's in around 20 mins and had 3 cats to feed, one of which has a small bum hole so needs laxatives in order to shite (seriously, no lie).  I gave her her laxatives via a syringe in the mouth and went upstairs to clear the litter tray.  Poor little bugger hadn't made the litter tray and I trod in it's runny lump of poo. IN FLIP FLOPS. Yep, poo all over my foot.  After dry-heaving for a good 5 minutes I managed to clean it all up then made my way to Becci's house which was another 20 mins or so away.  I fed her (normal) cats and came home, had a shower and went to bed. I was so tired and really I wasn't up to it and shouldn't have gone but I couldn't leave the poor cats especially the one with the small bum hole so I just got on with it but when I got home I ended up texting her best friend and luckily she's going to feed them in the morning and I'll do them in the evenings when Sami can drive me to each house.  Why does this stuff happen to me? I swear I can't just have a nice, normal life!

Not being able to drive is stupid.  Sooo many people are surprised or say why? Well, the answer is I'm not allowed.  Two of my medications can cause blurry eye sight so I'm not able to drive.  Plus most of the time I'm so tired I don't think it would be safe.  I hope one day I can come off theses meds and as soon as I do I will most certainly learn to drive.

Ok so I said I'd end this post on a happy note but clearly I'm in a ranty mood! Hmm how can I end it happily...Ooooh I know! Its my wedding dress fitting in exactly 3 weeks! I can't wait to put it on again. OMG so excited.  They are going to measure me then it will be made from scratch according to my measurements which is great but it means whatever size I am is the size I have to be in October. No pressure!  I've lost around 12lbs since Christmas and I was hoping to lose another 6lbs but as I've been feeling so weird and ill I've had to go on a course of steroids which ALWAYS make me gain weight so rather than lose I'm probably gonna gain but hey, my health is waaay more important than how much I weigh so I'm just gonna get on with it.  I'm blatantly gonna look amazing in my dress anyway...I joke. But seriously.

OK I shall leave it there and hopefully the next time I blog I'll be in a better place, mentally and physically.
I've actually thought I might have dementia at one point.  God Lupus brain fog is scary and weird and kind of interesting.  Here's a little info about it so you might be able to understand what I'm talking about:

http://www.mollysfund.org/2013/06/lupus-brain-fog-what-is-it-and-how-do-you-cope-2/

Peace out.





21 May 2014

Little catch up

Wednesday 21 May

Shit, is it only Wednesday?!  I've been thinking it's Thursday all day! I want Saturday to hurry up because my best friend in the whole wide world is getting MARRIED! Shit the bed! It's THIS Saturday! Oh my Jaysus!!! This is just too much excitement to contain in my little self!

I've just written my Maid of Honour speech - I hope I can get the words out on the day - everyone will just think who the feck is that blubbering wreck up there?? All they'll be able to hear is me going 'my beessssttttt friiiieeeennnnddddd waaahhhhhh!'  Wish me luck, peeps.  Seriously, I need it.

She asked me to do a speech one evening (after our usual 3 bottles of wine) and in my drunken state, of course I said yes but in my sober state I thought 'feck! I've actually got to stand up in front of 70 people and say emotional stuff.'  Too late now, I've gotta do it.  It'll be fine, I hope.

You'd think I wouldn't want to write anything else after sitting here typing through blurry, teary eyes but once I start I don't want to stop. I've got that writing bug!  I need to learn how to write properly and perhaps I can turn my desire into something I get paid for, now that would be nice! And then I can get a pug and work from home.

So what else is occurring in my life? Well apart from my best friend getting married on Saturday (have I mentioned that?) not much else.  I've been up and down with the ol' Lupus, you know the usual - bad pains, tiredness, brain fog (I put the butter in the cupboard the other day) and generally feeling sorry for myself, which is annoying after a good spell and frustrating when you can't exercise and need to get into a bridesmaid dress but hey ho life goes on as they say.  I've just been chilling when possible this week in order to be well for Saturday.  Sil and I picked up her wedding dress on Monday, I picked up the bridesmaid dresses on Tuesday, had my hair hi-lighted today and Sil and I are having our nails done tomorrow then on Friday I'll have a lie in and head over to the wedding venue with Sil - we're staying over so we're there to get ready in the morning and then after the wedding I'll probably need a week to recover - no joke.

It's Sami's birthday next weekend but we haven't planned anything yet. Well, we're having dinner with both our parents as a pre-wedding get together and the only date everyone is available is Sami's birthday so that's what we're doing but I'll arrange some kind of get together with friends maybe on the Friday or maybe the weekend after, we'll see.  I now have to arrange stuff around the World Cup as planning something when a game is on is a no-no.  Men and football! I'll never get it but I'll try and do the right thing.  Talking of football, I'm glad Arsenal won the other day - Sami's an Arsenal fan and if they lost I would have packed my bags and gone and lived with my parents for a week or so.  Eff staying here! Haha well luckily they won and it was all good.  We went out after the game and ended up getting home at about 3am - needless to say we were pretty hungover the next day.   We got over our hangovers and went to a really nice restaurant called Sushi Samba in the Heron Tower.  We went with Sami's mum and her husband Chris which was nice, although I didn't like going up 40 floors in the glass lift. No thanks! Coming down was worse than going up - I think I may have shouted 'Muummmyyy' on the way down.  What a loser. Food was good though, I recommend it if you live in London or next time your in town.

I've been quite busy actually! Will defo have a chilled week next week and on that note I'm gonna go to bed now - my eyes are starting to close involuntarily.

I'll do a post after the wedding with pics and everything.

See you soon!!