Sunday, 26 June 2011

Karaoke Meme...*you are advised to cover your ears*

The lovely and fabulous Tash over at The Domestic Anarchist tagged me into this rather amusing Meme.  Amusing because for one i REALLY can't sing, no i REALLY  can't! And two, I actually think i sound like Beyonce in the shower, but the word on the street is the neighbours phoned the R.S.P.C.A up because they thought someone was strangling a cat. We don't even have a cat!

Any way i'm deviating from the task in hand, So one song that i would or have sung at Karaoke.  Well I have never sang at a Karaoke for the fear of killing someones ear drums, so the only time i have sang out loud was when me and my best mate Poe very very very drunk back in the day.

Here is the song:

Can't beat a bit of Frankie baby!

Have a fab day

Love mummy x

Silent Sunday

Wednesday, 22 June 2011

Song Titles to Live Your Life By.

Now when I first saw this fab little Meme I wanted in straight away, the lovely Caroline over at @scribblingmum started this little ball rolling.  I quickly tweeted her asking could I have in, she politely tweeted back that I would be more than welcome to join in.  So off I set to find 5 songs that I could live my life by.

I thought it would be dead easy, but since Saturday I have picked songs and then picked better ones.  So I have bitten the bullet and today I will be choosing 5 songs and sticking to them.

So here we go:

1.       Travis – Flowers in the window.

This is one of my favourite songs and always reminds me of my husband, who had NEVER held a baby until we had our eldest son Teenage Mission.  In fact he never wanted kids until he was 30 and by that time he had 2 of them.

 2.  GLEE – Loser like Me

This is definitely the new theme tune to my life.

All of the dirt you've been throwin' my way
It ain't so hard to take (That's right)
'Cause I know one day you'll be screamin' my name
And I'll just look away (That's right)

Just go ahead and hate on me and run your mouth (So everyone can hear)

Hit me with the worst you got and knock me down (Baby, I don't care)
Keep it up and soon enough you'll figure out
You wanna be, you wanna be
A loser like me! A loser like me!


Every time someone bad mouths me or take sly dig’s this song just runs around my head and the lyrics are so true!

3.  Pink – Perfect

This song is for my beautiful children, showing them that its life that they will make mistakes, but that is life.

And they will always be perfect to me!

4.  Jessie J – Price tag

This song is definitely the here and now, these days everything seems to be about what everyone has.

As Jessie says “money can’t buy us happiness”


My favourite lines have to be  


Seems like everybody's got a price,
I wonder how they sleep at night.
When the sale comes first,
And the truth comes second,
Just stop, for a minute and


5.       B.o.B  feat Hayley Williams – Airplanes

This is one of my favourites, it’s a favourite on my iPod, the lyrics mean so much to me, it also a favourite for Drama Mission too.  It’s a “be careful what you wish for” song.

I could use a dream or a genie or a wish
To go back to a place much simpler than this!


The lyrics mean a lot to me especially now more than ever!

So that’s it, those are my 5 songs, I could have gone on forever, but these songs are my life right now.

A big thanks to Caroline for letting me share them, it’s been very therapeutic.

Tuesday, 21 June 2011

Little Mummy Lost

Sunday was Fathers Day as you all know, but like any other day the family made a big fuss over daddy for about half an hour and then it was business as usual.  Daddy took the three little ones to Tae Kwon do and left mummy home alone with Teenage Mission.  He was actually still in bed; well he is a teenager now, and the only time he sees lunchtime is through the week, but that’s only because school is compulsory.

Anyway, I found myself in a bit of a dilemma; I had to shoot to asda to get some bits for our special Fathers day lunch.  So? , I hear you all shouting; well I couldn’t go ALONE, Could I?  I don’t think I have been anywhere alone for the past 13 years; I have always had someone with me ALWAYS.  Even a quick trip to the loo involves one of the kids.

I got into the car and drove to Asda, the car was too quiet so I turn the iPod on JLS, The Saturdays, Bob the Builder...What happened to mummy’s playlist?  I was driving so I had no time to find it, so I listened to JLS all the way there.

Once I got to Asda I drove straight in and automatically drove to the Parent and baby spaces before realising, I had no right to park there, so I drove around looking for the regular spaces that regular people park in.  I don’t think I have ever parked anywhere else in our asda car park, but I gave it my best shot to find a suitable parking space.  I got out of the car, feeling like I should be doing something or I had lost something.  Quick check, keys, purse and phone all present and correct, I automatically opened the back door without realising I was still alone.

I trotted off into the store with my list and my basket; I strolled around looking at all the lovely things around me.  I had never been so relaxed shopping before, every time I heard a shout “Mummy” I would turn around, even though I knew I was alone.

I wandered off to the sweet aisle, there wasn’t a sound, no fighting, no “Mummy can I have?” nothing, I was expecting a little announcement to come over the tannoy.

“Can the children of the lost mummy in the sweet aisle please come to the customer service desk and collect her please”

I finally finished the shopping and managed to pay for everything, strangely there was no added surprises lurking at the bottom of the basket.

I got back to the car still thinking that I had forgotten something or I was missing something.  I checked, phone, purse, keys, shopping, head.  All present and correct, the drive home was once again unusually quiet.  But this time mummy had a plan, I switched the ipod over to Mummy mode, and it was the Foo’s all the way home.  Yes, I got some strange looks when I stopped at the traffic lights, I knew what they were all saying “Look at that mum, with no kids”.  I half expected to get pulled over by the police, I wonder if it’s an offence to travel in a car with child seats and no kids in them.

Well that was it, my trip into the outside world, all alone I should have made the most of the whole hour I was away, because I know it’s never going to happen for another 13 years.

Monday, 20 June 2011


I have been known to rant and shout every now and then, well we all do it, some more than others granted.

So after the week from hell, I thought I would blog about all the things that annoy me the most, so if we were ever to meet, you would know what things NOT to talk about.

Well let’s get cracking then:

  1. Firstly has to be those pesky kids on the Green Balloon Club, for some reason, Cbeebies have decided to start randomly showing some of their songs.  Please BBC STOP!  They are very very annoying; I would rather listen to some one scratching a blackboard.

  2. Chav’s, please it is NEVER acceptable to slap your child, especially around the head, and  it is even less acceptable to slap them around the head again, because the first time you did it they dropped their toy.  If I see you do this again I WILL SLAP YOU!

  3. Sly dig’s, it is never professional EVER to make a public dig at someone no matter how much you think you dislike them.  It maybe your public account and freedom of speech is your right, but as my Nan always says “If you have got nothing nice to say, then don’t say anything at all” Wise woman my Nan. Please note this is not a dig at anyone and if you think it is then that is down to your own paranoia!

  4. Rude Neighbours, Seriously you haven’t move into the house yet so can you refrain from being rude and obnoxious thanks. And for the record Manners cost NOTHING so get some!

  5. Rude Drivers, especially those who steal your parking space just as you were about to park in it, those who have no business parking in the parent baby spaces and those who are running late for work and decide it’s their god given right to push in to an already long queue of road works.

  6. Being Late, This is more of a pet hate than an annoyance, but I suppose I inherited it from my granddad.  I hate being late for anything, I was one 2 hours early for a job interview, because I was so afraid of being late!

  7. Mobile Phones, Now I have a mobile phone, but if I go into a shop and I’m just about to be served and it rings I will ignore it until I get outside.  I hate it when people are too busy chatting on the phone to their mates about what so and so did last night, to even acknowledge the people who are serving them in the shop.  Manners people!!

  8. 8.       Dog Poop, Yes if it drops out of your dogs bottom, pick it up.  I don’t appreciate having to scrape it off my child shoe because they accidentally stood in it.  The next time you don’t pick it up, I will and then I will post it through you door.

  9. 9.       False friends, You know the ones?  They only really talk to you when they really want to know the latest gossip!  To combat this is put up misleading facebook statuses just for the windup, I know its mean, but you soon find out who your Real friends are as they will send you a delicate little email.

  10. 10.   Chocolate stealers, Now being a mum of four I understand more than most that there is nothing sacred in my house.  But the one thing I have taught my children is NOT to steal chocolate from mummy. I will share anything else, well apart from chips and coleslaw, but you understand about those don’t you?

OK so now I sound like a Grumpy Old Woman, but there they are my top 10 things that annoy me, I could have gone on the list is endless.  Now I’m not doing myself any favours am I?

So to balance me out I will give you a list of things I actually love:

  1. My Family, they make me smile everyday and I count my blessings that I have them in my life.

  2. My friends, these are the people who not only believe in me, but are always there when needed or not!

  3. My Mobile Phone, I know they are in my hate list but I adore my new baby Iphone so you have to give me that one.

  4. Facebook, because no matter how crap you think your life is there is always someone worse off than you, or someone just making a tit of themselves with statuses (Not a DIG)

  5. Twitter, makes me smile, no matter what time day or night there is always someone to talk to and from all walks of life too.

  6. Chocolate, my best friend, my soul mate, without it my life well just wouldn’t be complete (I’m lying but it does help)

  7. Wine, now this you have to understand is for medicinal purposes and is only taken when needed (most days)

  8. Internet, now what would I do without the internet; my life would simply not exist.  I’m lying again, but you know what I mean. What did we do before the internet by the way?

  9. Tea and Toast, this is the only combination that gets me going in the morning, without them I would still be in bed (I should be sponsored by them or something)

  10. Finally the apple of my eye, the sugar in my tea the icing on the cake has to be my beloved laptop, without it, there would be no blog, no social networking, no business and  I would look naked without it and believe me that’s not pretty


So that’s me warts and all, some say I’m like marmite you either love me or hate me.  But you choose and let me know what you think.

 Love you lots


Saturday, 18 June 2011

Happy Fathers Day.

I actually don’t know where to start on this blog post but, I will give it a go.

35 years ago, my 17 year old mum, gave birth to a tiny 7lb baby (that’s me), when she returned home with her little bundle she didn’t have a partner to support her, as he had decided that he was far too young for any kind of responsibility and off he went.

So growing up I had a unique set of parents, I had my mum, my nan, my granddad and my god father who also doubled as my uncle Bill.

Growing up was a truly amazing experience, I had two mums, one stand in dad and an uncle who was more like a big brother.  I had three other uncles, but none of them compared to my uncle bill, he was funny, kind and gave the best cuddles in the world (he still does today).

It’s funny how now matter how young you are you can hold on to certain memories, like the time I was sick in school, my granddad had just got in from work and he took the call to come and pick me up.  I was only about 4, and I was sat in the secretary’s office feeling very ill.  She said “Your dad is on his way to collect you”, I remember sitting there thinking my dad?  I don’t have one of those.  My granddad came strolling in with a big smile on his face and took me home.  He wrapped me up in a blanket, on the sofa and gave me a glass of water.  I wasn’t allowed glasses, but I was sick.

There was a darker side of my childhood that really shouldn’t be told in this post, as it involved a wicked step father.  You know the one, if you imagine the child catcher from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang and you would just be about right.  (Don’t worry he won’t sue me it’s all true).

Thankfully mum saw the light and met my new improved dad, I was 13 and he was her childhood sweetheart.  He is of course the man I call Dad, he taught me how to drive, how to put a lining on my tummy before I went out drinking and came to pick me up after that midnight call home, whilst steaming drunk.

What else are dads’s for?

He also took on four young girls that weren’t his own and made us feel wanted and then went on to have my baby sister with my mum (yes people that 5 girls in one house)  Don’t worry he had a shed.

So this is my life, two amazing dads, two hardworking mums and one amazing god father/Uncle and Brother.

This father’s day I would like to say a massive thank you to all three of them for making my life complete.  They have all played a massive part in making me the person I am today, they made me strong, they made me believe in myself and they taught me that no matter what life throws at me they will always be there, telling me to get up, wipe myself down and start again.

To them I am truly thankful and blessed.

But there is also one other man in my life now, that is my husband and long suffering Daddy Mission, you see, when we first met and started going out with each other, no one knew that after just three months I would end up pregnant.

We were both shocked, but unlike my dad, Daddy Mission stepped up to the mark and he has been there ever since, loving us his family.

So ladies and gents that makes four amazing men in my life (not forgetting Teenage and Monster Mission).

I think the moral of the story is, I may not have had a “biological dad” but I do have four amazing men that more than make up for his absence from my life.

and I just want to say, Happy Fathers day, To Daddy Mission, Grandad Mission, Uncle Mission and of course my one and only Dad Mission.

Hope all you dad’s out there have a fab day tomorrow.



Tuesday, 7 June 2011

Mummy is REALLY Sick

A few weeks ago now, I had to go and see a consultant about having to have an Endoscopy.  I have been having problems ever since I fell ill over New Year and it hasn’t really sorted itself out.  So after lots of pushing and shoving Daddy Mission finally got me to go to the doctors.

What is it with us mums and going to the doctors, we are quick enough to push the rest of the family into going, but we are busy little bee’s.

So after finally going, it seems I am REALLY sick after all.  It seems that ignoring my symptoms have just made things worse. 

So I suffered from a little Appetite loss, Tiredness, Excess acid and Heartburn as well as feeling bloated constantly, who hasn’t?

But I was also getting the feeling that food was getting stuck in my chest and back and the doctor shouted at me as I should have seen her sooner.

After I spoke to my GP and she immediately referred me to a consultant, who prodded and poked me.  He tested me to the limits and I felt sick from all the poking and prodding.

His diagnosis, we need the Endoscopy.  I was quietly hoping that he would say it’s just a tummy bug and it would all go away, sadly not.

So I had to relish the thought of having a minor procedure, but the thought of having someone check out my insides wasn’t thrilling me at all.  I mean what will they find in there?  I keep imagining that film, MOBY DICK!  Errmm No it wasn’t that.  It was Inner Space.

So procedure done and dusted, a little uncomfortable but not too bad and guess what they found, a tiny gastric ulcer, caused by a bacteria that has been lying on the pit of my stomach.

Explaining it to the kids should be simple, mummy has got a small ulcer, kind of like a spot in her tummy so she has to take tablets and it should shrink away.  There you go easy as pie, well maybe not.

Princess went first with the questions, “Mummy, is the ulcer big or small”, very small I told her.  Her mind started working overtime “Mummy if your ulcer is small why is your tummy very very big?” well sweetie that is mummy’s special apron, most mummy’s have one.  “Nanny has an apron” she replied “yes she does sweetie”,   “She hangs hers on the kitchen hook” she replied to be fair, my mummy apron isn’t anything like nanny’s but she went away fair satisfied with the answer.

Monster was next, “Mummy did the camera take pictures?”  yes, it did, here we go...”Why sweetie?” I asked.  “Will the doctor will put them on your facebook so we can all see them?” he replied.  “I don’t think doctors use facebook lovely” I replied, “Oh ok, maybe he will put them on youtube” he replied.

“I don’t think he will do that either huni” I said.  His little mind was working overtime, and then he came back with “But you said doctors were clever”.  “They are” I replied, “Well they can’t be that clever if they can’t use facebook or youtube, granddad isn’t clever and he has a facebook”

I couldn’t answer that one.

So the journey begins, it has been 8 weeks since I started the treatment.  The symptoms are easing every day, the bloating well I still look like I’m 9 months pregnant and it doesn’t help when people stop me and say “awww any day now?” so I will be glad when that settles.

But in another few weeks I will have to have another endoscopy to make sure all is clear from bacteria and ulcers then I can get back on the exercise wagon and start losing weight.

I never thought I would hear myself saying those words...EVER!

Monday, 6 June 2011

Monsters new words.

This is little Monster Mission, he will be 3 in a matter of days (if he makes it that is).  He has grown up so quickly, it seems like two minutes since I gave birth to him.  We have watched him learn to walk, talk, and potty train and now he has been accepted, to start nursery in September.

The excitement is all just too much, he asks everyday “Is it today I put my uniform on and go to school?” September is such a long time away, so we spend our days planning and playing.  Learning to copy letters and trying so very hard to spell his name.

But there is a small, well tiny habit we need to get Monster out of before he hits school; he has this tendency to copy what other people say.  I know this is completely normal, but he is very selective about what he says, where he says it and when he says it.

Example, his new favourite words are Arse Pain, Bugger, Boobies, Miserable Sod, etc, you get the jist.

So when we were shopping at our local store, Monster squeezed past an elderly gentleman, who huffed and puffed and muttered “Children these days have no manners”.  Monsters’ hearing is crap hot for his age, and he wandered off to pick his sweeties.  When he returned to the queue, the elderly gentleman was sorting his change out, Monster stood next to the man, I prayed he wouldn’t say anything, it didn’t work, and no one was in upstairs, they weren’t listening to me.

Monster placed his money and sweets on the counter, and said to the lady behind the counter “You shouldn’t let that Miserable sod come in here anymore” *ground open up now* I could have died.

The lady behind the counter was crying with laughter and she promised him that she wouldn’t let him in anymore.

The next day we were at our local Asda, Monster loves chatting to the cashier smiling, chatting away.  This cashier was only a young girl, Monster took his chance, Chatting away he told her “You have very nice Boobies” Oh god here we go again, I apologised to the poor blushing girl and told Monster to behave. That didn’t work; he kept looking at her chest and saying they are like Katy Perry’s cake boobies. (If you haven’t watched the video for California Girls, then watch it, it’s his fave at the moment).

I couldn’t get out of Asda quick enough; I actually thought we would be thrown out at one point.  I explained to Monster that he wasn’t allowed to say things like that.  He looked at me and said “they were nice like bouncy balls, not like yours”  Thanks son, make your mum feel better why don’t you.

The icing on the cake was when teenage mission got home; Monster was playing with his blocks when Teenage Mission decided to knock his tower over (as big brothers do).

Monster turned to him and said “You stupid Gay boy” my boys are so affectionate to each other, when teenage mission continued to torment him, monster shouted “Right arse pain, I am going to kick your bum” he launched himself at his brother.

*picture the scene* Teenage mission is roughly about 5”2 in height monster is about 3 foot, just the right height to cause some serious discomfort.

Let’s just say Teenage mission will not be tormenting his brother again.

As for monster, well the outbursts they still happen and it’s normally with words he knows he is not allowed to say, but you really can’t help but chuckle inside.

I hope this phase goes before he starts school, I would pray but no one every listens.

Sunday, 5 June 2011

Love and Marriage

It has been a lovely long weekend in the Mission Household; we went to a beautiful wedding on Friday (just me and daddy all alone).  It felt very strange, having four kids the only alone time we have is when we are in bed at night and that’s for about 5 minutes before one of us (normally me falls asleep).

But spending some alone time together was quite nice, I know I moan about him a lot and he can be a proper pain in the bum, but we had an amazing time together.  Watching the bride and groom looking so in love, all the guests were having an amazing time and then something caught the corner of my eye.

It was Daddy Mission looking at me, I looked around just to check there wasn’t some gorgeous woman standing beside me, and nope he was definitely looking at me.   I asked him what was wrong.  He smiled and said “Nothing’s wrong”  I didn’t believe him so I nipped to the loo to make sure my hair wasn’t sticking up, or that I didn’t have lipstick on my teeth.  Everything was fine, so what was he looking at.

I went back into the reception just in time for the first dance; the way the bride and groom looked at each other was so lovely.  Then it dawned on me, the last time I remember him looking at me like that was our wedding 8 years ago.

I remember it so well, we had such a beautiful day, I didn’t want our wedding to ever end, but that’s a bride’s prerogative.

At the end of the night, we chatted all the way home it was probably the first time in ages we actually got to talk without someone interrupting us.  Don’t get me wrong I would NEVER be without the kids, but it was nice to catch up and chat.

Sadly the flip side to the weekend, was finding out that friends of ours are getting a divorce.  They had been married for about 15 years and been together for about 20 years.  It was heartbreaking, they were such an amazing couple, well respected, they adored each other and everyone could see that.

Apparently he had his head turned by a younger, slimmer model.  I don’t know how any man could turn his back on 3 beautiful albeit grown up children, and a loving wife after 20 years of being together.  I know I probably shouldn’t blame this younger model but I do, apparently she chased him, sending 20 texts a day, following him around like a puppy dog.  He is just as much to blame, for falling for this woman.

But I just DONT get it, why?  Why when you know someone is married, do you pursue the person? 

When I was younger my nan used to say “If you meet a man and he is already with someone, no matter how unhappy he says he is just WALK AWAY”.  She was right, a few years later I met a man, he was charming and very sweet, he actually made my head spin, but once I found out he had a girl friend, it didn’t matter how charming he was, I walked away.  A few years later I found out he had cheated on his Girlfriend about 30 times.

I think what I am trying to say is life has a funny way of turning out sometimes.  I would love to say that we will be together forever, when we got married it was forever, but people change.  How do I know some younger or older model, prettier and slimmer than me (that’s not hard) isn’t going to pursue my husband?

But what I do want to say is I adore my husband, I don’t tell him very often that I do, but we tell each other every day that we love each other, he still holds my hand when out walking and he still looks at me like he did when we first met 14 years ago.

He still kisses me on the head when I’m asleep (I know this because he wakes me up) and he sends the cutest texts in the world when I’m not expecting them.

To him I am eternally grateful for him being the main breadwinner of our family, he has given me four amazing little people and he has nursed me when I have been ill.  He is my true hero, my soul mate and my one true love (in fact I still get butterflies when I see him).

If anyone ever tried to turn his head, I would hope he would remember that I may not be slim, sexy anymore, but those lines on my tummy mark every nine months I carried our children, the little lumps and bumps I have on my body are from the extra weight I still can’t shift from carrying the children and those lines under my eyes are from the sleepless nights.

I’m still the same person he fell in love with 14 years ago, smile and all.  Every day I count my blessings that I have him in my life, and I hope he still feels the same way.