I am a ticket snob

I didn’t get tickets in the first five rows *cries* *screams* Stamps feet* Now I’ll go and rant that it’s not fair, why did other people get good seats and I didn’t?

No I’m not talking about me ... firstly because I am not a ticket snob. I’d genuinely be happy just to be there having fun with a friend regardless of where I’m sitting. Secondly because I got flippin brilliant seats for the first time ever. Third row to be exact...although that wouldn’t be good enough for some of you would it? Front row or nothing.

Some fans ever get offer what I would class as brilliant tickets, but nope they’ll try again to get even better tickets. When will these people ever be truly happy?

It really grates me that certain fans can’t just be happy for people who got good tickets, surely it’s a good thing that the tickets have gone to a fan and not a tout. Even better if it’s someone who’s never been lucky enough to get seats near the front before, but no people are just bitter and begrudging. Would it really hurt that much to say congratulations you’ll love being that close and then settle for tickets slightly further away. Ultimately it’s about the buzz, the excitement and the music – not who can get the best pictures, or get the most attention from one of the guys. At least that’s what it is about for ‘normal’ fans’

Some fan won’t be able to go, whether it because of other commitments or that they might not have the money to go. They’d give anything to be there and happily sit in the gods, so why can’t other people be happy there. Perhaps because they’ve been spoilt previous years by constantly getting seats in the first rows. Perhaps because to them it’s not longer about the music. Whatever the reason I personally think you are all selfish, egotistical people.

Shoot me down if you want, but it’s my opinion and we’re all allowed an opinion.

Dreaming of faraway places...

It’s my three year wedding anniversary next month and we’ve been spoilt for the last two by being on holiday, and our anniversaries before then we liked to try and get away for the night too. It’s making me really want to go away for this one to. The husband told me to find a cheap hotel not to far away and we might (I believe that to be a big might) be able to go away. Problem is I can’t think of anywhere in England that I’m drawn to, never mind somewhere that’s close enough to drive to and still make a day out of it.

Ask me to name places in Europe though and I could list a string of them, but no where I’ll be going this year for a number of reasons.

Paris – the city of romance. Everything about the city is appealing and enchanting to me, and one day I will make it there. I want to climb the Eiffel tower, take in the views of the city from above. Sit in a cafe drinking coffee (I don’t even like coffee that much) watching the world go by. There are to many places to mind, never mind visit but I want to see them all.

Venice – the city of love. I want to glide through the city’s water, with a singing gondolier – forget about cars and speed and spend leisurely days in the city. Wander the quaint streets, eating sea food in small restaurants. Take in the feel of the city during downtime, in between the rush of tourists and cruise ships. See Venice in its true glory.

Rome – the city of love and history. I went once on a school trip, the Vatican is amazing, the colosseum is fascinating. I want to wander the city, taking in the buzz. Sit at a small table outside a cafe, watching the traffic whizz by while eating their famous ice cream. I’ve been told by a reliable source that Italians not only make amazing pizza’s but Ice cream to die for.

I also want to visit Prague, Amsterdam, Barcelona, Budapest. I am sure there are more but I’m getting tired and my brain is refusing to think. There are also two cities that I would love to go back to: Dublin – I fell in love the first time I went, and was my favourite city for a long time. Edinburgh – Even more amazing than Dublin, and I have to confess it’s taken the top spot. I visit in the snow, wrapped up in lots of clothes, freezing but nothing could dampen the spirit of the city.

That’s definitely enough to be dreaming about anyway, one day I’ll visit some of them. One day when I’m old and gray and the kids have grown up and left home. I dream of travelling to these cities, but I’m happy to put my travelling dreams on hold while I fulfil my biggest dream of being a Mummy. Someone said to be all cities are the same anyway, and I think part of that is true. They all have their own quirks, but a city is still a city.

Do we take too much for granted?

It’s so easy to take things for granted, we all do it. It is all too easy to forget how lucky we are, that we should be thankful for everything we have. Perhaps we all just get too carried about with the details of our own lives? Surely our own problems are the worst, our jobs are the most tiring, it’s our dreams that are not coming true. No one elses problems can we worse than ours right?

Maybe we all need to take a step back and place ourselves in someone else’s life for a day. So your job is tiring and difficult but at least you have one right? You don’t have the latest phone, clothes whatever but it’s only a material object... how important is it truly?

It easy to moan about the small things, I am guilty of it. There are days when I feel like nothing is going my way, everything in the world is against me but then I take a step back and look at it from a different light. Something I never used to be able to do, something that was hard to learn but a skill that’s worthwhile. I step back and look at everything I have, my health, my own house (albeit with a huge mortgage), a husband who loves me and I love back. A small boy who is the centre of my world and another little boy on the way, both who make me smile at least once a day. So I may not have my dream car, I may not have enough money to do all the things I’d like – things might be hard at times, but I’d never swap my life for anyone else’s. I’ve worked hard to get where I am, to build a family life that I am proud of. I’m proud of my life...and if I don’t like something then it’s my responsibility to change it. No one else can.

So I just think we all need to take a step back at times, when you think things are bad and look at it with a fresh pair of eyes. Or look at someone else’s life and realise that you’re life isn’t that bad after all. Some people are ill, some don’t have a home and others don’t have even the basic of things such as clean water. Yet they are more grateful than we are... perhaps we have to much, perhaps we’ve never known anything truly difficult so we find it harder to appreciate the smaller things?

I don’t have the answers, and I don’t even know what he point of this blog was... but I was just thinking and felt the need to write it down.

How can people do it?

A guy who lived a couple of doors down from us got kicked out of his house – or at least we believe that is what happened. His things were on the street and we never saw him again but he left his cat behind. A beautiful ginger cat, so friendly – loves coming over for a bit of a fuss. The cat has been hanging around his old house for weeks now and in all honesty I never really took any notice of it before. This evening when I got home from work though it followed me to the door, and I noticed how thing it had got. So hunted out some tuna and the poor little kitty wolfed it down – so off the shop I went and came back with cat biscuits. It nearly knocked the everywhere in its hurry to get more food. He (I have no clue if it’s a he or a she) ate the food, then wandered back to his old house and curled up for a sleep on the doorstep.

If I didn’t have my doggy I’d have let the cat in and adopted him, but I have no idea how they would react to each other. Or how it’d be with Joshua. Poor ickle kitty, I’m going to feed him for the next few days with the food I bought while we decide what to do with him.

Maybe I’m just too soft, but Ant was just as bad stood outside stroking the cat. He
even suggested letting him in but only in the dining room!

Looks a bit like this – but skinnier!



What shall I call it?

It’s a brother thing...

I know I talked about Supernatural before, but there are another set of brothers who I’m totally in love with the Salvatore brothers. For those who haven’t heard of them they are from the T.v show The Vampire Diaries... I’m addicted to the programme. My Saturday I watch an episode of that followed by an episode of Supernatural. Two hours of extremely sexy brothers...what more could a girl want?



I mean just look at them...aren’t they gorgeous? Stephen the one at the front is the good Vampire, doesn’t drink human blood. Whereas Damon is the bad brother...bit evil, drinks human blood mostly thinks about himself. I wasn’t struck on Damon at first...but dam I love him now, think it’s probably something about him being a bit of a bad boy. Although I do love Stephan to, even with my weakness for bad boys I can’t help but love the good guy.
Maybe I just have a weakness for brothers... but then who wouldn’t when they look like Dean and Sam, or Stephan and Damon.

Mmm Melting Marshmellow Moments

I’ve been browsing lush.co.uk and I have found a product I really want to try ... so if anyone would like to treat me you can get me this one!



Here is the description lush gives this one:

Slow melting musky marshmallow marvel.
MMM melts into a pink, fluffy waterbed of marshmallow and moisturizing cocoa butter. Each Melting Marshmallow Moment is made with marshmallow herb, which produces a sweet, skin-soothing mucilage that was used to make sugar candies for hundreds of years, and marigold, which is equally calming for your skin. Take your time, savour each moment and have as many marshmallows as you like.

Makes me want to have a long soak in the bath; drinking a nice mug of milky hot chocolate topped with millions of tiny marshmellows. Devine!!

Manchester Madness

Three nights + two concerts + one very sexy man = The Perfect Weekend!
Great music, great dancing and even greater company! Definitely a weekend to remember. My first girlie weekend away with Tanja and our first concert together –it’s hard to say which of the two of us is more bonkers so I’m going to go with equal.
Friday night was our first concert of the weekend, and also Mark’s birthday making it that little bit more special than other nights. It was the one night I would be so glad not to be sat front row though as Nicky kindly covered them in champagne. The medley as always was the best part of the concert – I think it always will be.

Saturday was shopped and relaxed. Didn’t get dressed till about 11am, that happens sometimes at home – but staying lounging on the bed watching tele till that time of day doesn’t happen! So it was novel! Shopping was fun, bought myself some pretty new maternity tops and comfy shoes... my shoes and heels hurt in the ones I was wearing! In the evening we dressed up pretty and went for yummy Mexican food, but we passed on going for a drink for the option lying on bed in our pyjama’s. Although perhaps Tanja’s motivation was to see eurovision – whereas I was being lazy.

Sunday my third and final concert of the 2010 tour and what a night it was. The best night of all three I think – perhaps being 12^th row helped. Or the fact that I was completely and utterly hyper. For the first time we made it through the support acts – purely because we were too lazy to walk all the way back up the stairs. WOW – made me feel anything but wowed, they mimed badly and only half of the group appeared to be able to dance – you NSYNC wannabes. Second and last (thankfully) was ‘Wonderland’, managed by Kian and his wife is one of the singers – pretty much says it all really. I wasn’t impressed, I found they screeched a bit too much for my liking and apart from Jodi there dancing skills were somewhat lacking. Not my cup of tea.
Then finally it was Westlife time, they finally made it onto the stage twenty minutes late but all was forgiven. We sang, we cheered and we danced. Shane forgot his lines, Mark forgot to hold the microphone close enough, and Kian and Nicky almost sang when it wasn’t there turn but it all just added to the fun.  I can’t remember the last time I danced so much and I can say I am glad I wore comfy shoes. My feet were probably the only part of me that wasn’t acting by the end of the night – those stairs to get out nearly killed me. It was hard to remember there were four people on the stage because it was impossible to drag my eyes away from Mr Filan. Poor Kian was doing his speech but I have no idea what he was saying because Shane bent over right in front of me... perfect view of his cute behind! Another distracted was that ‘low cut’ top he wore for the medley ... chest hair is all I need to say,

I had a truly incredible weekend and if my madness hasn’t scared Tanja we definitely have to do it again next tour!

Being a teenager for the night  ROCKS!!