Kate & Emily

Happy New Year!!!!!!

Well, the year ended with a party and as I see it, it's the best way to continue. I don't mean spending every day slurrping champers and snogging strangers, I'm talking about the 'party in your mind'....

January is usually a time of contemplation, hope, regret and general feelings of failure (come on, how many of you actually stuck to the resolutions you made last year?), so I am not going to submit myself to a future of failure by making promises I don't intend on keeping. I know that the self help books make a killing in January too. Everyone is setting goals, targets and milestones and generally analizing every part of themselves. In my experience, this self help euforia is often short lived. I suppose it's like a hit to an addict. At first the high is unbelievable, and then you need more to feel the same, however with self help, the more you have, the worse you feel after a while. Lets call it 'self help overload'. After feeling indistructable for the first few weeks of January, ready to 'think positive', 'love thyself', and 'feel the fear but do it anyway', how many of us start to get a wee bit sick of all this positive energy? So I have come to the conclusion, that in order to keep my mind healthy, I am simply going to think of my head as a 'party zone', with rooms for dancing like crazy, smooching to love songs, chilling in the zone, spending time with loved ones, and meeting new and interesting people. So, if you're sick of self help and new year resolutions........ Come join the party!!

Right single ladies,

I feel duty bound to warn you of the hazzards of internet dating.

After a few weeks of correspondance with a seemingly lovely gentlemen, I agreed to a date. I followed all the rules. Public place, told people where I was going and who with, arranged for the obligatory emergancy get out phone call. Now all I had to do was turn up, look gorgeous and enjoy the evening.

Well, the thing with internet dating is that although you have a picture (and believe me, from past experience, the camera most definately DOES lie), and a short profile, you have no option but to trust what you see. When I began my correspondance with P (that stands for perv...) he said all the right things, made me laugh and was a complete gent. In actual fact, what he was, was a predetory pervert, who clearly got his kicks from luring unsuspecting ladies on the internet.

Hello peeps,

Well thank god the dreaded BB has ended. At least now I'm only duty bound to stare at the telly once a week for 'Lost'.....

Well, my tv debut was last week, and I know I've said it before but a massive thanks to Kate and Emily for their pearls of wisdom and encouraging words. I was really pleased with how the programme turned out, and I didn't even notice how fat I looked!! Still planning on trying to shed a few pounds before the winter sets in though.

Yipeee, I'm off on my hols on Thursday!! Myself, Jack (my son) and J (the sperm doner) are off to see my folks in the mountains of Crete. Don't worry though, nothing is likely to happen between J and I, I have after all been there, done that and got the babygrow. Seriously though, the question of J and I has been bounced around in my head since we met 8 years ago, and last year I finally stopped seeing him as a sex object, and realised that we are stronger apart than we ever would be together. It is a little strange though when we do things together as a family. For the past 3 years J has accompanied Jack and I on our hols to Crete. I've always thought it's good for Jack to see how we all get along, and I have the added benefit of another responsible parent to help me. This year though I had my doubts about travelling en mass. After all, we are not together are we. Sometimes it's like we're a married couple, but without the love and the sex. And how am I ever going to meet Mr Right, is Mr Wrong is tagging along for the ride. I know I should be grateful to have a super dad for my son, and believe me I am, but sometimes being with J reminds me of how lonely I am. Sometimes I hate being reminded of the fact that he didn't love me, and that we'll never have a future together. Gosh, it sounds like I want a future with him doesn't it. For any shrinks out there reading, I DON'T..... I just want to move on with someone who loves me.... aah!

Greetings peeps,

It's been a while since my last blog and I'm afraid to say Ive been housebound. The weather is hot and the hotties have come out to play so why oh why am I not outside flashing my boobs and wiping the sweat from my upper lip? Bloody BIG BROTHER! That's why!

I'm afraid I've been bitten by the bug and I tried ever so hard to resist. I should be out seeking the one, not unleashing my inner hatred on the likes of Grace and Jane. I do however feel that although addiction to BB may seem dullifying and regressive, there is a very healthy mental benefit to watching the housemates 24/7. I have found myself coping with situations in a much calmer and thoughtfull way. Why? Well let me explain.......

So, I woke up bright and early after my night with Mr B, Jack at his dad's for the weekend and the only thought on my mind... my second date with A.............

Maybee I should have been prepared, after a long week of glorious sunshine,rain and gloom ascends upon my opportunity....
Actually though I was quite looking forward to meeting with A, after all, date number one was OK. We had a lovely dinner, followed by cocktails in a private members club (although I had to take myself off for a tacktickal puke....) and then smooches on the platform (sorry about the sick breath, but it can't have been that bad if I managed to get date no 2 out of it...)