Christmas with the Domestic Goddess.

Well that's that then, Christmas has been and gone in a flash. All that planning and wrapping, all the shopping and worrying about the sodding snow. I am so exhausted by the whole experience that I feel in need of a holiday to relax.
 This Christmas was slightly different because it was the 1st year that The Teenager knew the truth about You Know Who!!! She did looked ever so slightly relieved that some big fat bloke wasn't breaking into our house on the 24th and having a look around before helping himself to a mince pie and a glass of beer. However we kept up the whole charade for the 9 year old Whirl Wind who is still in complete denial that anyone is lying or fabricating the truth about Christmas.
I still feel that there is definitely something magical about Christmas Eve, not sure what it is but its there for sure. Maybe its the fact that if you lie for enough years you actually start to believe it yourself.

So what's next then for me........... New Years Eve I guess. The Husband and I will do the usual on this momentous evening, a glass or two of champers some nice food then in bed by 11pm ready to wake up when the fireworks go off around the town, at which point we roll over and wish each other Happy New Year then promptly fall back to sleep again oblivious to the whole episode. Maybe one day we will actually stay awake for the stroke of midnight but for the moment we are quite happy to mark the occasion whilst sleeping.
Well this is the last time I shall be writing to you all in 2010, the next time will mark the start of the big countdown to my 40th, and that's when the fun really begins, so hold on to your hats folks because its going to be a bumpy ride.
All that's left to say is to wish you all a Happy New Year.
P.S Remember Age is just a number!!!!!!

5 Months To Go

Hello again its me the Nearly 40 Year Old Domestic Goddess or as I could be known TN40YODM if it was up to The Teenager who seems to abbreviate every word she says these day "OMG I just CBA any more!!!!". The joys of having a teenage daughter, she seems to have invented a whole new word just by adding "YUA and WA" on the end of everything she says "okYUA.....noWA....I'm comingYUA" you get the drift.

Anyway its December and its only 5 months until the big day arrives (my 40th), my mum has already organised an all day party which knowing my mum will be bigger that Wills and Kates wedding day. I was secretly hoping that my birthday would fall on their big day as everyone would get a day off from work, I wonder how you go about organising a wedding for that many people with that much money to spend, not sure that 3 for 2 party food from Sainsburys will be anywhere near their reception.
 My mum is the best at organising food. she has the ability to produce food from anywhere. I remember the day that I gave birth to the Teenager, there I was legs in those stirrup things pushing and panting, sweating and swearing when my mum suddenly produces a cool bag and asks the nurses if they would like a cheese or ham sarnie. I just looked at her in disbelief for her to say to me "don't worry darling I've got chicken too ". She is from up north you see and food is a big thing up there, it was her that introduced me to mushy peas, gravy and curry sauce on my chips, now I cant have them without anything moist going all over them.

Don't get me wrong I bloody love food, what's not to like, I mean there really is nothing better than a huge non low fat meal. I have tried to diet, I have tried every plan out there but I just get so depressed and I am not really that overweight so why not enjoy what I eat. Its all about moderation at the end of the day ......moderate lettuce, carrots and anything else that doesn't need cooking basically.
I have however made a promise to myself that by the time I am 40 (which is in 5 months in case I hadn't mentioned it) I will be a size 12 -14. I just want to go into a shop and not have to go straight to the back of rail to look for my size. I want to be able to walk through a shop with the item in question hung over my arm and not feel the need to hide the size 18-20 label that is swinging as if saying "whoooooooo look how fat she is". It would be nice not to have the shop assistants look at me with that patronising I'm a size 10 look on their faces whilst for reasons only known to them they shout at the top of their skinny lungs "SIZE 18". At which point I find myself turning round to the people in the queue and telling them its for my mum (who is annoyingly  a size14).

What is it about us ladies that makes us question our bodies, I have never met anyone who is 100% happy with their body shape, I was recently at a party and got talking to a friend of mine who to me is perfect in every way, size 10 figure, gorgeous shiny hair, lovely nails and skin like a porcelain doll. I mentioned that if I had the guts I would love to have a boob lift (this stems from the time that my 9 year old looked at me in the shower and asked if The Teenager would have LONG boobs like me when she was older). We spoke for a while (mainly me) about all the work we would have done and I said how lucky she was that she didn't have to worry about all that stuff being that she was a walking talking supermodel. She looked at me completely horrified and just laughed "you must be joking" she said " there isn't enough money in the world for me to fix all of my imperfections". "like what" I replied. She then went on......and on......and on a bit more and listed things like cheek implants, bum implants, calve implants and her desire to have a designer vagina!!! YES THAT'S RIGHT A DESIGNER VAGINA. I mean, I didn't even know you could get that done, what for, unless you go around with it on your face for everyone to see. The sad thing was that she was absolutely serious about the whole thing. The implants come from other peoples fat, so with that in mind I offered to sell her mine.........strangely she declined!! I'm not sure if we have stopped calling each other because I offered to sell her my body fat or if its just the thought that she might want to show me her minny ha ha one day . (I wonder how many of my friends reading this are now thinking "who's she talking about", My lips (pardon the pun) are sealed).

Right that's it for now folks, will write again soon.
Lots of love

Here we go !!!!!!

Hello to anyone who might be having a little look at this. First let me tell you all something about myself.... I am 39 and will be 40 next May, I am married to The Husband and have 2 children lets call them The Teenager and The Whirlwind. I have a very blessed life with hardly any traumas, except of course that I am nearly 40 and it is somewhat playing on my mind. I have no idea why as plenty of people have been there worn the t-shirt and probably written a blog very similar to this one.

I have no idea why turning 40 is freaking me out so much, its not as if I have to worry about things drooping as they have already done that years ago. Is it the fact that I remember my mum being 40 and thinking that she "was well old", and now I worry that The Teenager and The Whirlwind will think the same. Is it that the small teeny weeny idea that I might like another baby has been snatched away from me by Mother Nature as there is no possible way I could cope with the sleepless nights, mashing food and the Teletubbies. Is it that when I go into a clothes store now the assistants (who look about 12) look me up and down as if to say "yeah right love like we've got anything in your size, try Evans". Or is it just that my brain suddenly is not as sharp as it used to be and I find myself wandering into a room and then thinking "what the hell am I in here for".
No its none of those things, I'll tell you what it is ............. its the burning desire to do things I have never done before, to take some risks and actually make my kids think "MY MUM IS SOOOOOO COOL". I still feel 21 inside so as long as the old body can keep up I am going to give everything a bloody good go. Hopefully I will have a bloody good giggle along the way and laugh in the face of age.

People tell me that I am very funny (my mum in fact), and sometimes things happen to me that don't seem to happen to anybody else. I tell people the story and suddenly realise that they are laughing helplessly on the floor at me. A gift I am told is a good one to have and I agree I love making people laugh.

So where am I going with all this...... well I have decided against having a huge party thrown by The Husband next year and settled on doing 40 things that I have always wanted to do or places I want to see. Then I am going to report back on here with any funny stories that have happened and tell you all whether it is worth a visit.
I was going to start this in January 2011 but thought I would have a little go now just to test the water and see if I enjoyed it. I really hope you all enjoy my blog, I have never done anything like this EVER and am quite excited about the whole thing, if anything it takes my mind off of the fact that in 8 months time I will be 40.

YIKES !!!!