tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72234812009-07-06T09:51:47.845+01:00NMLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14649537721588885703noreply@blogger.comBlogger675125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223481.post-2367301096173179572009-06-24T23:19:00.006+01:002009-06-24T23:49:55.893+01:00

There was a few minutes earlier when the boyf and I were discussing the bambino and how we're going to have be firmer, as she's fast learning how to run rings around us. For starters, we're gonna have to crack down on the bed situation as she keeps rocking up in the middle of the night since about a month before her little sister was born. We could probably hack it more if she didn't either, 1,

NMLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14649537721588885703noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223481.post-4971808226907236112009-06-15T21:10:00.007+01:002009-06-15T22:05:02.113+01:00

I actually said to the kids today (yes I'm still bemused by having 'kids'), "If you two don't stop crying, I'm going to change your names to Whingey and Whiney!" Now they're only 8 weeks and 2 years so they don't know that they can't change their name by deed poll until they're 18 but who's checking?There was a moment today where I was faced with a difficult conundrum. The bambino seemed to come

NMLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14649537721588885703noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223481.post-21627616958777075842009-06-08T10:30:00.000+01:002009-06-08T10:31:09.940+01:00

It seemed only right that on the same day I crossed the 5 year mark in blogging that I also ventured out on my first proper night out since having the baby. In fact, it's been ages since I had a night out with the girls! Our close friends are getting married next weekend so it was hen do time which invariably means cringey moments over male genitalia...It seemed like we were going to escape a

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I realised recently that I will have been blogging for five years this Saturday and suddenly, the thought of never writing on here again or shutting it down filled me with dread, despite not writing on here for a few months. I don't know what it is, but I can't let go and maybe it's because I shouldn't. Yeah, this has been almost five years of a journey which has seen me chart some of my deepest

NMLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14649537721588885703noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223481.post-62590494036349037942009-01-29T12:29:00.005Z2009-01-29T13:52:52.618Z

Er, I guess it's too late to say HAPPY NEW YEAR! And merry Christmas whilst I'm at it! It was only today when I realised that almost three months had gone by and I was missing my old haunt.So where have I been? Hmm, well last time I updated I announced that I was pregnant with 'baby 2' and since then I've continued to be either up to my neck in work, parenthood, throwing up (this weirdly didn't

NMLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14649537721588885703noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223481.post-13776462224281176642008-10-31T14:09:00.002Z2008-10-31T14:54:13.896Z

Well I thought it was time to pop in and say hello. I've been having one of my extended breaks as work, family, and well, life keep me on my toes and even pull my pants down from time to time, well the bambino does. She has a thing about pulling down my PJ bottoms and putting her hand down the back of my jeans when I'm bent over... Anyway...I digress...So where have I been? Knee deep in work and

NMLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14649537721588885703noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223481.post-90589129968478684162008-09-22T08:37:00.002+01:002008-09-22T09:15:19.556+01:00

Jaysus, where the frick does almost a month go? I'll tell you where - In a blur of mourning, work, baby, life, funeral, work, work, baby, baby, baby, and well, you know how it is. It's 4 weeks tomorrow since my grandma passed and it still seems incomprehensible that I won't see her again. I'll be fine for a few days and then my mind will latch on to the idea of seeing her and the realisation hits

NMLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14649537721588885703noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223481.post-39084190364352654202008-08-29T14:00:00.001+01:002008-08-29T16:37:35.699+01:00

It actually hurts to write this, but my grandma passed away early Tuesday morning. Since my stepsister called me hysterical at about 7.45 am, life just really hasn't been the same. My wonderful grandma is gone, I haven't seen her since earlier this year, but she died with my dad, aunt, my heartbroken granddad, and my uncle, the annoying but very much loved son-in-law.I've never lost anyone from

NMLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14649537721588885703noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223481.post-75804343604990590372008-08-19T13:51:00.001+01:002008-08-19T18:45:59.365+01:00

So aside from spending my summer knee deep in work and the bambino, there has also been the 'battle' of sorts to get the Daily Mail to admit that not only did I not set up a blog to take revenge on an ex, but that I am not an e-venger. This is what will eventually appear on the Press Complaints Commission website:Ms Natalie Lue complained that an article in the Daily Mail inaccurately said that

NMLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14649537721588885703noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223481.post-33247088418222451802008-07-16T09:00:00.006+01:002008-07-21T20:37:40.822+01:00

So I've ended up having an accidental break...well sort of... Where have I been? Working and in an exhausted heap! No matter what anyone tells you, much like the pain of childbirth, I don't think anyone can quit capture how exhausting not only being a mum is, but being self-employed. It's almost six months since I bit the bullet and decided to be my own boss and quite frankly, it's kicked my ass!

NMLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14649537721588885703noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223481.post-88102671342841163092008-06-11T17:54:00.002+01:002008-06-11T17:56:12.475+01:00

Don't be eating whilst you read this bit...I'd love to say that very little can shock or surprise me, but Other People's Beaver's will always catch me off guard... I'm sitting on a sofa and She of the Beaver is sitting on a breakfast stool in front of me. Her mobile rang and she hastily excused herself, scrambled out of the seat, and in slow motion I found myself trapped in beaver headlights!I

NMLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14649537721588885703noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223481.post-75641618947111375252008-06-04T15:07:00.003+01:002008-06-04T15:31:09.759+01:00

It's been a pretty crazy week. The bambino turned one, yay!...and I failed my driving test this morning - Oh.F*ck....F*ckity, f*ckity, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, ffffffffff*******CCCCCCCKKKKK! The funny thing is that it was mostly minor stuff that was totally down to nerves like raising the clutch too quickly when I was moving away. You'd think he'd have let me off! Instead he of the the big yellow

NMLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14649537721588885703noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223481.post-43740341138817317372008-05-25T20:54:00.002+01:002008-05-25T21:29:25.332+01:00

Sometimes I have to wonder if I am on crack..."You know you're gonna have to stop worrying about being organised before the baby arrives because babies have a way of killing that off..." I wisecracked to our pregnant friends husband."Why?" interjected our party host. "Who's having a baby? Are you having a baby?" she exclaimed.The boyf fell around laughing as the husband admitted that they are

NMLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14649537721588885703noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223481.post-17302581338982406812008-05-14T13:09:00.005+01:002008-05-14T14:43:50.838+01:00

Well after a pretty eventful seven days since that bloody article about e-venge was published by the Daily Mail, it was removed last night.The most distressing result of this defamatory article with all of its whopping 26 inaccuracies, was that it triggered a spate of harassment from my (convicted) cyberstalker for three frickin' days over the weekend, with some of the nastiness still on their

NMLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14649537721588885703noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223481.post-32728408346694093832008-05-12T12:36:00.009+01:002008-05-19T21:47:27.617+01:00

Thanks to everyone who took the time to comment or post about, or even email me to show their support over the article that appeared in the Daily Mail last week claiming I set up this blog for "e-venge". Whilst I am still angry with the Daily Mail about what I feel is a very personal and public attack on my character, my issue with the Daily Mail represents the wider issue of how bloggers are

NMLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14649537721588885703noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223481.post-84698746818902074342008-05-08T20:23:00.031+01:002008-05-14T14:42:37.567+01:00

On April 30th just after 3.30pm, I snatched up my phone and bit the bullet. I called up the journalist that had 'interviewed' me (I say this loosely) and expressed my upset at her not actually stating that she was interviewing me and my concern that I would be included in a feature about revenge, which is not what I, or this blog are about. I told her quite shrilly (I was stressed for fecks sake)

NMLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14649537721588885703noreply@blogger.com54tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223481.post-9640396920479764752008-05-06T23:14:00.005+01:002008-05-07T01:35:43.939+01:00

Sweet baby Jesus and the angels, it's been two weeks! It wasn't intentional; life as usual is pulling my pants down and giving me a slap. I tell you, much as I love being self-employed, time just seems to disappear and I'm constantly busy!Anyway...so today I'm in Waitrose with the bambino when I get approached by a tall black guy as I debate whether to get some mini banofee pies. "Hi...sorry to

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I haven't been on friendly terms with my neighbours since I moved away from Dublin about seven years ago. In Dublin, people know if you fart in a different way to the way you did the day before and everyone feels like they know everyone. The whole neighbourly thing is just not the done thing in London where it's a cardinal sin to ask a stranger for directions nevermind acknowledge that there are

NMLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14649537721588885703noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223481.post-20220092994836896412008-04-14T23:38:00.002+01:002008-04-15T09:53:19.254+01:00

Well it's been a crack filled couple of weeks that's for damn sure. I've decided that my family are crackhead nutters. I almost think I should shove a crack pipe in their face and make their madness legit.My ma and I, well it's day 30 in My Ma is Not Speaking to Me Even Though There isn't a Legitimate Reason. She did call me on Day 21 but after doing the usual filling me on herself and her

NMLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14649537721588885703noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223481.post-16440813357962248982008-04-01T11:16:00.003+01:002008-04-01T11:33:25.687+01:00

Day 18 in NML's house, her ma is still ignoring her even though she has no reason.Yep, it seems that peace and quiet will continue to reign. Whilst I have been irritated at her behaviour (OK p*ssed off) at times, I recognise that this is an opportunity to not have to cater to lots of drama and enjoy normality. There's no denying I love my ma but I don't like relationships with anyone where it's

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Towards the end of the Easter Sunday service, the priest was giving out Cadbury's Creme Eggs. I didn't go up first time around but when he said that there were still loads left, the boyf's mum urged me to go up, knowing how much I love chocolate. I carried the bambino up with me and her eyes lit up as they held out the foil covered egg and she snatched it gleefully, refusing to let it out of her

NMLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14649537721588885703noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223481.post-37122642337228794952008-03-18T23:00:00.003Z2008-03-18T23:14:36.143Z

Jaysus! I'm rapidly learning that being self-employed and working from home sucks up a lot of time and energy. But...I'm really enjoying it which is lucky because I won't be going back to the Big Scary Media Owner. I think I knew it was game over when my maternity leave was described as a "career break"... Fortunately I was holding all the cards because I hadn't placed all of my eggs in one

NMLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14649537721588885703noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223481.post-61241806403472020492008-03-11T18:29:00.001Z2008-03-11T18:31:27.669Z

I'm going to shoot the boyf if he doesn't do all of the things around the house that he swears he's going to do every week. My ma bought us a tumbledryer nearly 3 weeks ago and it's sitting in the workshop outside..in the box. When she gave us the money for it originally she said "Now you'd better buy a tumbledryer. I'll want to see it!""Er...it's not like you're going to come around and ask

NMLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14649537721588885703noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223481.post-47059503616393092382008-03-06T20:39:00.001Z2008-03-06T20:41:45.822Z

I dragged myself down to my local Carphone Warehouse yesterday as I desperately needed a new mobile phone. OK, desperately is a bit of an exaggeration...but one phone has been on the blink for the past few weeks due to attack of bambino saliva and the other is my phone from my long-standing employer, The Evergrowing Media Owner. I don't like restrictions or being scared that a whopping bill will

NMLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14649537721588885703noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223481.post-46866741292142039952008-03-03T21:36:00.001Z2008-03-03T21:46:36.659Z

I've been thinking about this blog a lot recently thinking that I missed my old digs. I thought that I would love making a move but I missed this place almost as soon as I left it! This morning I woke up thinking that I wanted to open up shop again and I decided that if it was meant to be, I'd get some sort of sign. I opened up my email and saw another comment about smelly bums (yes people do

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