Horrendous! It's taken me all this time to get my blog together. But things are gonna be different this year. Honest. As this is the year I leave the 30something and turn the 40th corner. Scared? Hell no. They do say that life begins at this point. And it must, my friends, it must. 3 maternity leaves, back to back...I'm now ready to open the door marked 40-enter this way.
Despite not wanting to turn thirty as I had no will or desire to don a pair of slippers, Nora Batty tights and hairnet, I managed to enjoy myself and Sambuca my way into my third decade.
A lot has happened since then. I've done a bit of growing up, donchaknow? Career progression, bought a car, bought a house, bought a husband...no, sorry, acquired a husband, had a baby, and another, and another one after that, fell out of love with my job, fell back in love with it again, discovered Pinterest. And here I am. Turning 40.
I have been prepping for this momentous year by creating a 40@40 list. With the help of my insane and (un)loving family and friends I have constructed a list of 40 things to do in my 40th year.
1. Get my groove on in a blues or ska club
2. Finally sit down and write a will
3. Take my brood to a Festival, preferably of the Vintage variety
4. Karaoke night with a bunch of girlies - so many more people need to hear my Big Spender!
5. An N party! Everyone has to come to the party dressed as something beginning with the letter N - the suggestions have already been flooding in.
6. The most amazing food at Lucky 7 and a day shopping at Portobello Market. Bring it West London.
7. New York. *deepbreath* Yep...get on a plane (aarrggghh!) and take my dream trip with my fantastico Dad
8. The Wire boxset to be watched in a bathrobe, holding a monster glass of wine and eating a barrel of chocolate.
9. A gig! Whoever, whichever, wherever.
10. Basketball game - I've never done it, so...
11. Ice Hockey match, I've never done it, so...
12. Designer handbag or shoes - eBay here I come!
13. Eurovision party with sis - the family tradition continues.
14. Weekend spa with the Indian sisters (in laws)
15. Maintain a regular blog. It's not that hard is it??
16. Contribute regularly to a savings account.
17. Kitsch themed dinner parties - Spanish, Mexican, Caribbean, Indian, Thai, - complete with fondu
18. Burlesque lessons.
19. A regular charity that I support in its entirety.
20. Organize that pile of rubble otherwise known as my daughter's baby keepsakes
21. Gym membership - get one, use one.
22. Surprise the Geordie Lad
23. Tea and cute eaty things at the Ritz
24. Tweet, tweet, tweet
25. Snog Benedict Cumberbatch *sighs in soft focus"
26. Own a pair of silk pyjamas to show off to no25
27. See Femi Kuti's tribute band because I missed Fela Kuti
28. Buy my dream car, a red Mini cooper
29. See a proper old movie at the national film museum
30. A night out in Newcastle-upon-Tyne in the Bigg Market wearing a miniskirt, white stilettos and a toon top
31. Helicopter ride to God knows where - I hate flying!!!
32. Get back in good contact with the friends I should never neglect
33.Ballroom dancing lessons
34.Do the monopoly pub crawl
35.Go to a night viewing at the national gallery
36.Watch a sun rise somewhere cool
37.Start the search at the Kew archives with my fantastico dad
38.A dream and a plan to make it happen. For real.
39. Line dancing night
40. Get that LBD
This is also going to be the year that I become an auntie - from zero to four in a year. My SuperSis and her HB are expecting triplets - count 'em - in the summer, and my Brill S-i-L and her HB are waiting on their first sproglet in May. And how can we forget the summer to end all summers: The London Olympics. I've never been one for flying the Union Flag (long story, brown face in a sea of white 1980s Essex ones) but mi casa will be festooned with red, white and blue and we will embrace a summer of British tea and waving.
Bring it on 2012.
Despite not wanting to turn thirty as I had no will or desire to don a pair of slippers, Nora Batty tights and hairnet, I managed to enjoy myself and Sambuca my way into my third decade.
A lot has happened since then. I've done a bit of growing up, donchaknow? Career progression, bought a car, bought a house, bought a husband...no, sorry, acquired a husband, had a baby, and another, and another one after that, fell out of love with my job, fell back in love with it again, discovered Pinterest. And here I am. Turning 40.
I have been prepping for this momentous year by creating a 40@40 list. With the help of my insane and (un)loving family and friends I have constructed a list of 40 things to do in my 40th year.
1. Get my groove on in a blues or ska club
2. Finally sit down and write a will
3. Take my brood to a Festival, preferably of the Vintage variety
4. Karaoke night with a bunch of girlies - so many more people need to hear my Big Spender!
5. An N party! Everyone has to come to the party dressed as something beginning with the letter N - the suggestions have already been flooding in.
6. The most amazing food at Lucky 7 and a day shopping at Portobello Market. Bring it West London.
7. New York. *deepbreath* Yep...get on a plane (aarrggghh!) and take my dream trip with my fantastico Dad
8. The Wire boxset to be watched in a bathrobe, holding a monster glass of wine and eating a barrel of chocolate.
9. A gig! Whoever, whichever, wherever.
10. Basketball game - I've never done it, so...
11. Ice Hockey match, I've never done it, so...
12. Designer handbag or shoes - eBay here I come!
13. Eurovision party with sis - the family tradition continues.
14. Weekend spa with the Indian sisters (in laws)
15. Maintain a regular blog. It's not that hard is it??
16. Contribute regularly to a savings account.
17. Kitsch themed dinner parties - Spanish, Mexican, Caribbean, Indian, Thai, - complete with fondu
18. Burlesque lessons.
19. A regular charity that I support in its entirety.
20. Organize that pile of rubble otherwise known as my daughter's baby keepsakes
21. Gym membership - get one, use one.
22. Surprise the Geordie Lad
23. Tea and cute eaty things at the Ritz
24. Tweet, tweet, tweet
25. Snog Benedict Cumberbatch *sighs in soft focus"
26. Own a pair of silk pyjamas to show off to no25
27. See Femi Kuti's tribute band because I missed Fela Kuti
28. Buy my dream car, a red Mini cooper
29. See a proper old movie at the national film museum
30. A night out in Newcastle-upon-Tyne in the Bigg Market wearing a miniskirt, white stilettos and a toon top
31. Helicopter ride to God knows where - I hate flying!!!
32. Get back in good contact with the friends I should never neglect
33.Ballroom dancing lessons
34.Do the monopoly pub crawl
35.Go to a night viewing at the national gallery
36.Watch a sun rise somewhere cool
37.Start the search at the Kew archives with my fantastico dad
38.A dream and a plan to make it happen. For real.
39. Line dancing night
40. Get that LBD
This is also going to be the year that I become an auntie - from zero to four in a year. My SuperSis and her HB are expecting triplets - count 'em - in the summer, and my Brill S-i-L and her HB are waiting on their first sproglet in May. And how can we forget the summer to end all summers: The London Olympics. I've never been one for flying the Union Flag (long story, brown face in a sea of white 1980s Essex ones) but mi casa will be festooned with red, white and blue and we will embrace a summer of British tea and waving.
Bring it on 2012.
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