I caught the ‘mums’ – but there’s a social media cure for that.

My body.

It’s an amazing thing. It grew and housed another human. It provided food for that tiny human. It expanded, it shrunk, it contracted. It really is a source of amazement – I’m pretty amazed at just how much weight I managed to gain and carry when I was pregnant. I took the guidelines of ‘expected’ weight gains and ate them along side my two lunches before my 3 course dinner. Being pregnant really was a great time (*rain check, other than eating like a hungry horse, no it wasn’t).

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Away and gie’s peace *insert rage face*

Today was going to be the day I introduced you lucky folk to the newest member of our family, the new lodger that is giving Jessica’s chubby cheeks a run for their money. You were going to get a cute post about our hamster.

But you won’t be. I am ragin!! (Scottish for at the end of my fucking temper)

Try not to be too aroused with my gorgeous face

Feeling a little blue today?

In need of a quick laugh?

Well, you are in luck! I am here to solve all our woes!

Twitter is so mean!

When I created my blog I was sucked into the realm of growing your blog. I sat there for a while worrying that I had little to no followers or page views, I joined some facebook blogging groups, read some posts, did some research. The conclusion of all my researching is…..that I really can’t be arsed with the blogging rat race. I would very much like those who follow to do so, only if they like my blog. So my social media game is pretty poor, don’t even get me started with Pinterest.