Silent Sunday

Mummy's Room 101.... What Would You Put In?

Tweeting away minding my own business as you do, then someone goes and commits the biggest ever sin.

They RT stupid so called "celebrities".

Argggggggggggggggggggg

When will people learn, stop RTing them, they are stupid people and you are massaging their already oversized egos by making them look popular.

Stop it!!!!!! *gives that mummy look*

But then it got me thinking, if I could go in Room 101, what and who would I put in there. That list would be endless, but I'm not one to shy away from a challenge.

The first thing I would put in would be Piers Morgan *shudders* Urggg this man annoys the living daylights out of me. He has a massive ego, he tweets utter crap and he's delusional. I rest my case.

Secondly would have to be vampires. Sorry ladies, they may be utterly handsome, but seriously who wants a date that's going to eat you alive?

Three would have to be skinny celebrities. Come on ladies, it's all about the curves. I was lucky enough to be born with curves and a butt Beyonce would be proud of. Ok I maybe the shape of a pear, but I'm embracing my curves, lumps and bumps. After all it's all about the inside that counts right?

Forth would have to be "Low Fat Cake", *rolls eyes*. If your going to make cake and eat it you want to enjoy it. Come on keep up, the prices of gas have gone up again, I know my blubber will keep me warm in the winter months.

Fifth, well that's easy TOWIE!!!!! Seriously no one is that stupid surely? These people are the worst advert for Essex. Please stop NOW!!!!!!

Sixth, would have to be "Remakes", please you are just spoiling our memories. Watching shows like Blockbusters, and seeing the contestants getting excited about winning a portable CD player. Stop messing with old TV leave it in the past and just let us enjoy reruns.

Seven, would be two of the most annoying women ever. Kerry Katona and Katie Price. Need I say more. If I were locked in a room with these two then I would most certainly be imprisoned for double murder.

Eight, Chavs you ain't cool, you look ridiculous, and seriously stop putting bling on your off spring (tacky). I can't really say anymore than that really. Well I could but I'd only be wasting my time and breath.

Nine, politicians, I could just leave that as it is but I'm not one to leave anything alone. Politicians are like a scab on your sore knee, they irritate the living daylights out of you, so you have to pick at it and make it bleed. They are a bunch of over paid idiots, who actually should try living on minimum wage and paying for stuff, then they might just have an idea about life.

Ten, now some may say I've left the best until last, I say I've only just got started. My final room 101er has to be *cue drumroll* Mr Bloody Annoying Tumble (as he's known in our house). Don't get me wrong, the man is a frickin genius, but just when I thought the man couldn't get any more annoying, he comes back with Justin's House. Which in my opinion has to be one of the most annoying tv programmes EVER!

So that's my top ten Room 101ers. Who and what would you choose?

Let me know, take care

Drama and the Grading

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This Friday lil 11 year old Drama Mission will be taking one of the biggest steps of her life.  She will be taking her Black Belt Grading in Tae Kwon Do. OK some of you may not think it's so big, but to us as a family believe me it's a big step.

Now everyone that knows her, knows her as lil Em.  She is bubbly, Confident and my Inspiration.

When Em first started TKD at the age of three, she was painfully shy, she wouldn't even do the class alone, I spent most of the class standing close by or even joining in.

Then someone magical came into her life, Tanya (who is her instructors daughter) she came along to help out one day and Em just clicked with her straight away.

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Watching her TKD journey progress, she has come on in leaps and bounds, her confidence is like a bubble that surrounds everything she does.

She may have taken the longer route to getting her Black Belt, but sometimes she can be her own worst critic.  If she felt that she wasn't ready, then she didn't grade and i think she has gone the right way about it.

Her Instructor Rik has been with her every step of her journey, encouraging her to do more, pushing her to the best of her ability.

Everything she does in life makes me proud, (OK not the moody teenager tantrums) but she does make me proud every day.

I actually sat and watched her class on Sunday and watching the passion and the pride she takes with every step, and movement.   She stands by every tenant of TKD, She is ambitious, she will give training 110% but most of all she loves what she does.

So Thursday she will leave the house a Black tag, she will go to Bristol with Daddy Mission and Friday, both Drama and Daddy will be doing their gradings.

Daddy will be aiming for a 2nd Dan (which is another stripe on the black belt), he thoroughly deserves it as he trains so hard and he too has come along way on his journey.

Drama, well she just wants a Black Belt with her name on it.

I just want to say how incredibly proud I am of my lil family of Tae Kwon Doers, they have all come a long way and it's all thanks to Mr Richard Saunders, Mr Rik Orford, Mr Alex Stear, Mr Richard Jones and the rest of the instructors at our local Academy.

They make every single student feel special, they help me with my lack of even knowing my left and my right, they have more patience than anyone i know and they are all an amazing source of knowledge and friendship and to them i say a huge thank you for everything.

Drama and Daddy well they will be in my thoughts all day, they will be the reason i can't eat and they will be the reason why i keep checking my phone.

But the excitement doesn't stop there, because then i have a weekend of worrying to do, you see "THE" phone call doesn't come until late afternoon, to see if they've passed, but not thinking about any of that the pride that i have for them both takes center stage.

So what's next, well Drama has already stated she wants to be a part of the STORM TEAM at the academy, so who knows, but with Drama Missions ability to dream i'm sure her future is very bright and oh so pretty.


Good Luck to all of the students grading on Friday, stay focused and just try your very best that is all anyone can ask of you.

Take care

It's All About The ..... Job.

Today is just a normal bank holiday in the Mission house, well it always rains and there really isn't that much to do in the rain.  So we opted for the safest option, films, chocolate and snuggles on the sofa, bliss.  Then i remembered tomorrow was back to reality day, back to the full time job, back to the commute, back to everything that pays for all the luxuries in the mission house.

Don't get me wrong i love the job, the people are all bloody amazing and i love them all (OK, Just some of them) and the pay well that helps pay for all of the mission shoe's, clothes and dance lessons.

But something is just not right, whilst laying my clothes out on the bed, sorting out the frizz that is my hair and organising my bag and to do list, i suddenly realised, i'm not doing what i set out to do in life.

For all my life i wanted to be a writer,(This post will explain all) i wanted to write about things that interest people, I wanted to make people smile and talk about things i write.

My eldest daughter watches me when i sit down at the laptop and says i have the biggest smile when i'm writing.

October 2010, was a changing point in my life, i got involved with an online blog/magazine project.  It was all voluntary, so i was doing it for the sheer passion of writing.  I would sit and write articles and synopsis for the TV and Music section.  I loved everything about that job, but it just didn't pay the bills.  Sadly after 8 long months i had to leave, partly because of the money side of things, but mainly because everything had changed.

I can't really explain why, but everything seemed different and i just couldn't stay no matter how much i loved that job.

Sadly my online portfolio is no more as the editor of this online magazine has now closed it down and all of my 8 months worth of work has vanished.  Well not entirely, I would have been called  foolish if i hadn't kept a copy.  (Sadly apparently she owns the copyright to all of the work, i submitted).

I want to write, I want to get paid for writing and i also want to be able to stay home with the missions and do the school runs again.

Maybe i'm just being selfish, but if i were one of my kids right now, i would be telling them to get out there and start living the dream.

So for the next week, month, year, I'm going to start searching for the dream, I will keep writing until i get an editor to say they like what i write, being freelance would be amazing, even getting some work experience with a paper or a magazine would be a dream come true.  Sadly i want to be a part of one of the most flooded career choices ever.

It's dog eat dog (i'm not keen on eating dog, not that i've tried ever), I'm going to have to be good to even get noticed. Or as my nan would say "You need to stick out like a sore thumb" In a good way i suppose.

I'm not even sure where to start, but I have to give it a go, for the sake of my sanity, for the sheer joy of loving a job and if i ever want that Laura Ashley styled office, then sheer determination will get me through this and hopefully get me published somewhere and somehow.

If you can help at all then please, point anyone in my direction, I'm willing to work for free to start with, anything to get my name in print.

I would do a Samantha Brick, but stupidity has never really been a strong point.

So here goes, wish me luck and please if you know of any writing opportunities, or even if you could point me in the right direction, i would be most grateful.

Thanks in advance

The Missions Need You!

Sitting here on a wet and cold Sunday morning, thinking about the future. Now this is something I love doing, thinking and making special plans for my special family.

I normally spend all of my spare time in between two projects. One is my journal of life, a special place where I glue and stick pictures of things I want our life to become. The second is my beautiful baby blog.

You see the Missions have been with us Doherty's for nearly 2 years now. (yes, it's amazing how much I can waffle).

We have had an amazing time, sharing our ups and downs, we've moved from the ranks of Blogger, to self hosting and we even have our very own .co.uk web address . *proud face*.

We have been approached by tonnes of PR's offering us items to review, which we love doing.

But the one thing we haven't yet managed to do is to win an award.

Now I know this is going to sound so lame but if you love us and what we do week in week out, then please pop over to the MADS (link below)

http://www.the-mads.com/nominate.htm


All you have to do is put your name and email address in on the first page.

Then our web address www.amumonamission.co.uk

Then click next, then go down the list of awards adding our address *the one above* to any of the awards you want to nominate me for, the ones that you think that are appropriate to our blog.

Then the rest is up to fate.

I would love it if we were nominated again * proud face from last year*

So what are you waiting for, for each vote I will booty squeeze you all in person when I see you .

Lots of love

The Missions x

Yo Fat Momma, What's Happenin?

(The dreaded before picture from a while ago)

Now as you all know I've always been a cuddly lil mum. That was up until last year when I managed to drop 2 dress sizes and lose a fab 2 stone.

I was amazed by my own motivation strength and actual enjoyment of doing a new activity.

Yes people I took up Tae Kwon Do, with the most amazing group of women. They have been the most amazing support network and outside of the classes, they make the greatest friends and drinking buddies.

Anyway over the last few months, I've been suffering with some sort of an Achilles Heel injury, which has meant me missing quiet a lot of training. Which has then lead to me to start comfort eating, which has been enjoyable, but sadly stepping on the scales has made me cringe once again.

Yesterday after yet another trip to the doctors, he thought it was his god given right to inform me that my injury was not a straight forward as just a strain.

Oh no, he looked at me and informed me I had "Policeman's heel"

What the hell is that I hear you all scream. Well it's more glamourous name is Plantar Fasciitis (yer that).

The doc went on to tell me that, it's ver common in women. I wasn't too sure how to feel I've never been called common before (well not in the past week anyway).

He went on to add, women of a certain age (which I'm not), it also happens to women who are over weight *checks the mirror*. Well kick a girl when she's down why don't you!

So here's the plan, the doctor has agreed to let me train, but no running, zilch, nothing. Which is going to kill me as I love to escape the house for a little run.

I have also agreed to do some physio, and lots of different exercises at home.

I've also agreed to lose some weight, but this time for good. So not being one not to step up to the challenge, I've agreed to start from next Monday.

The doctors words were lets get Easter out of the way first. (I love that man)

We discussed the possibility of running again, he said as long as I lose 4 stone he can't see my foot not getting better and recovering.

Which is a challenge in itself, but needing to get better, for a project I've got planned I need to be able to run and run and run.

So here's the deal, I will do a weekly weigh in, monthly before and after pics and you guys will support me by just reading my blog. (and leaving little messages)

You see I have to get better, I refuse to have to give up training, I love it far too much, I refuse to give up being active, now I've started I love it and I refuse to be beaten by a small muscle in my foot (that's my stubborn streak).

So will you help this mummy on her journey?

I hope so.

Take care

Life Lessons According to Mummy

*Post Revisited*

When I was younger, my mum taught me many things about life in general. That you get washed and dressed in the morning, always eat breakfast because it’s the most important meal of the day and show some respect to your elders.

So I seem a little baffled as to why these lessons aren’t being taught to some of our young. It seems that the most important life lessons are being ignored and I now feel that it’s my duty as a mummy, to guide these little lost souls, as I now lovingly refer to them as “Generation Chav”.

I would now like to lay down some of the ground rules that I was taught as a child, they are very simple I will try not to baffle you with long words and if you don’t understand a word you can google it ( I know you will understand that word)

Lesson 1. Please don’t feel it necessary to walk around the shops with your Pyjamas on. Pyjamas are BED CLOTHES and should be worn in the privacy of your own home. Primark, Top shop, New look etc were not invented just to make the high street look pretty you know, they sell a massive range of stylish clothes at affordable prices and there is one on a high street near YOU.

Lesson 2. Personal Hygiene this is one of the most important lessons you will ever learn, a bar of soap costs 7 pence in Asda ( I googled that). I really don’t want to walk past you in the street and then smell you for the next ten minutes because you smelt so bad. A few years ago now there was a shop that opened called Pound land (the clue is in the name) everything is £1 surprisingly! They sell everything from deodorant to special crappy toys so no excuses.

Lesson 3. Now many celebrities will benefit from this life lesson. Underwear is VERY important. My Nan used to say “make sure you put clean underwear on every day, just incase you got run over”. Now if some of these youngsters got run over, well let’s just say it wouldn’t be a pretty sight with no underwear on. I don’t wish to see your bits and bobs on display as you climb out of your car and I certainly don’t think it necessary to have your other bits and bobs unsupported that is just wrong. Please see lesson one for good places to buy these garment from and PLEASE start using them you look a sight.

Lesson 4. Rollers in your hair are for the home and the hairdressers, not for walking around the shops on a Saturday morning. You may think you look fabulous but really YOU DONT.

Lesson 5. Now I’m certain that you have never heard the saying “less is more” come on ladies it’s just not nice or classy to walk around with more cheap gold draped on you than they have got in the window of the half price jewellers. Ditch the cheap gold and accessorise with style.

Lesson 6. PLEASE STOP feeling the need to paint yourself ORANGE, you look like you have been slapped by the tango man and the man from Del Monte he will say a big fat no. Girls come on self tan is fine and you can get some really classy looking self tans. But please STOP adding to it every day, you look like you haven’t washed for a few years.

Lesson 7. Now this is where I start sounding like I’m repeating myself, no not because I’m getting old but because you are making the same mistakes. Makeup is supposed to be a statement of who you are and it’s not supposed to look like you grabbed a trowel and forgot to looking in the mirror. Again ladies “LESS IS MORE”.

Lesson 8. Now mobile phones are a great invention it means that you can go anywhere and still be contacted. But please young chav when having a conversation on your mobile, don’t feel it necessary to shout the person on the other end of the phone isn’t deaf and I don’t need to know how big your latest conquest was.

Lesson 9. Manners they don’t cost you anything, just simple words PLEASE and THANK YOU. See they aren’t that hard to say. Go on practice and when I hold the door open for you or you want me to move out of your way say these little words and they will get you further than grunting at me. I don’t have a qualification in grunting, but I am learning I do have a teenager.

Lesson 10. Now for the last lesson of the day. I see some of these lovely young Chav’s have off spring of their own. Lovely little things they are, with snotty noses, little chav chains and an attitude bigger than their parents. But please big chav don’t see this as your god given right to haul abuse at these little ones. It’s not nice to stand there shouting nasty and vile words at your child and its certainly not acceptable to slap then in any way, shape or form.

So there you have it, life isn’t that hard, and if you follow my 10 lesson plan you can be CHAV free by the end of the day.

Take Care