I'M A MUMMY...

Well, a pug mummy!!

So I went through with it, I bought a pug puppy and am officially an old, sober, miserable swine who spends her days at work and my evenings cleaning up sloppy poo.. (if anyone can tell me why his poo his sloppy, you would really be helping me out!)

He is very cute... he has a lot of love and I officially have an excuse now to not attend the celebrity x list parties I have made a hobby attending... I can now say "can't go, I have a pup...."

This does mean however that I am losing my social life bit by bit... even my dog loving friends probably won't all make it round to visit, and I'm hardly going to rock up at an event with a puppy in my bag (I'm not Paris Hilton - Or a dick head)... but I figured I was bound to grow up sooner or later, I have just had the urge to do it sooner... rather than later.

Anyway, poo to clean, sleep to be had.

Mummy Gina x

My first sober christmas...

Well, clearly I spent my age 0 - 14 sober aswell... but its been a while since I can actually remember what occured Xmas eve....

So, as most of you know from my tweets, I spent Christmas with my BF in the South of France. It was awesome, relaxing and fun - and I didn't miss drinking one minute.

Ok, I did for ONE MINUTE. But let me explain what that minute was.

I am walking in one of the supermarkets, where EVERYTHING in Nice is ridiculously expensive, and I see the price tag 1.78e ... Hmm, something for less than two euros, what could that be? And it was red wine. Even in France, cheese is overpriced, yet here I was gauping at the wine shelf with this lovely red wine, and these lovely prices, and for ONE MINUTE I thought how lovely it would be to have one glass.
But then its never really one glass is it? Its 5 glasses and a hangover. So, I carried on walking and probably spent the afternoon eating chocolate crepes, a hobbie I thoroughly enjoyed partaking in whilst away.

We spent new years in a super club in Juan Na Pas (cannot spell it) and was quite happy I wasn't drinking as the prices were silly, and the rest of the two weeks eating, vegging out and watching movies.

So, sobriety is good - snow on the other hand, is crap.

Currently at work, everyone has left as they live out of london and must not miss the trains, and for the first time, I am annoyed at myself for living in Zone 2...

If for some remarkable reason you are reading this and do not follow me on Twitter, do so...

www.twitter.com/ginalyons

Anyhoo, going to get myself a new life and start blogging about something a bit more interesting. Z list party anyone??

G x

PS:

I MET JEDWARD!!!!

So, grandma action is in place...

I am off to Nice on Saturday for 2 weeks (any 'would be' burglars reading this can bugger off, as we will still have 2 beefed up men living in the flat. Well, two men at least) so I wont be blogging as I'll be having a romantic french time with my BF! 15 whole days together... bliss.

Anyway, happiness in that form is not the reason for my blog. After moaning last time that I have infact become an old woman, I have decided to actually be one! I am getting a puppy!

Before any of you moan about how hard they are bla bla bla... this isn't a decision I have come about lightly. I have wanted a pug puppy for years now, and now my situation is the most steady and it seems the ideal time to get one. We have four loving friends who will look after him, Nick works from home so he will never be left alone, and I no longer drink or have a life besides my trips to Nice - so I have the time, dedication and money to raise a puppy into the perfect pet!

I have spent months literally looking for a good breeder. I figured it is not worth risking any random breeding pugs, especially as they are a special breed, but I have found the ideal woman and will be going to see the pug in January! If all is good, I will bring him home!

This is perfect, as now I don't drink, and my friends don't eat, I will have a little man to always hang out with! My friend Deano who runs Project Models has got two small dogs too, so we are going to have 'Dog Outings'.... also, I work for a very well known Dog Lover too of course!


So, now I need name suggestions ? Feel free to leave some on here or my twitter page www.twitter.com/ginalyons

Righteo Blogging fans, Merry Christmas, have a great new year!!

Love Gina xx

I am still a grumpy old woman...

and now I am seriously considering getting a small dog, take up knitting and hang up my heels...

So, last night, was the local quiz. And my flatmate James, is the quizmaster. A ridiculous title if I ever heard one, as throughout the evening he gets more drunk, hense more aggresive and by the end is innappropriately yelling random, backward questions that barely sound audible...

But anyway, it was a great night. Two of my best mates Jemma and Gay Dave popped in, with their partners, we had the new chosen flatmate down (the raver, and yes, she hadnt slept from her works xmas party on the Wednesday night...!) and my mate Jamie and Hugh popped in. So, a packed place, a good quiz (exercising the brain and all that) and cheap gourmet burgers. I slurped on OJ (am now trying to quit the Redbull also now...) and my mates necked red wine or beer, and we all took a lot of silly photos and played dismally at the quiz.


A great night, wrapped up by 10.30pm in time for a Horlicks and bed...??

No No No No

What I forget is, being sober, I automatically think logically. "Up at 8am, big ideas to have at work... lunch meeting etc." But my drunken ass flatmates, and the newbie (who is really nice BTW) would like to continue drinking and smoking, until....6am!

I swear to God I wanted to rip off their arms just to punch them with them!!

So, little sleep, dead bodies all over the flat combined with empty cans, bottles and ashtrays (BTW I normally dont let them smoke in the flat!) and general shit everywhere, and the thought crossed me. I have gained the wonder of waking up without a hangover, but I have also lost the inability to drunkenly ignore the best the pre hangover party creates!

Pissing flatmates!!

Cinderella at the OK! party

So yesterday I was buzzing all day. I had to write up a pitch, and was convincing myself this was the program that would make us millions!! (My naivity is sweet no?) After a busy day at work, only popping out for a bite of some thai food (which I'll be doing again today, me luuuurve some thai food), I was going to the filming of the show my company makes at London TV studios.

Now, if you have known me for the past few months, you will know I am a fully fledged 'Jedward Supporter'. And last night, they were on the show, so I got to chat and hang with them for a bit!! They are as lovely and as funny as I imagined! I've asked them if I can be a tripplet with them? We'll see what they say.

After all that, what can only be called as DRAMA.... I was shooting off to attend the OK! Christmas Party that my lovely friends from Jonathan Lipman's Agency, as they do it each year! I had a load of friends attending, some actors I want to work with and my hairdresser (of course) - so I thought I would pop in.

The party was great, really nice buzz and the complimentary drinks were flowing all night. Now, a few months ago, I would have found a nice tall stall, propped myself at the bar, drank until I was seeing double, and then grabbed a goodie bag and staggered home.

But no... This is the 'New Gina.' So I drank one redbull (Crazy, I know), and one orange juice... (remarkably when its not alcohol you are necking, you need to pee more?! Weird that hey?).. and then after seeing all my friends I knew there, showing my face and doing what us media knobheads like to call 'networking', I left for home. At 10.45pm.

10.45? That is just pathetic isn't it? My nan stays up later than that!

I am ashamed with myself.

Ah well, quiz night tonight that should be fun, although I will probably go home early to get into bed with a Horlicks! And start knitting... (actually, that sounds like fun, maybe I could round it off with a game of scrabble??!)


Anyway, thanks for reading.

Your grumpy, sober, boring blogger - Gina x

One push up, two push up, three push up more...

Hello fair people,

A few of you have messaged me saying you are enjoying my blog, I do wish you would all comment more. Don't be shy!!

Anyhoo... so Super Healthy Gina was out in force again last night, and this blog is actually not about needing a drink at all, but the oppositive of 'drunk'. (Which is 'sober')

So last night I booked a PT session at the gym, as I've hit a lull and seem to be not losing anymore weight. Quite possibly because sitting on the weights talking, suprisingly doesn't lose you weight, (shocking!) So, I decided I needed to learn more about weight loss, and what that giant balloon is for, etc etc.
I had to rush my session a bit though, 'cos all these things are talking talking talking, and I wanted to build up a sweat as I had to be home for 8.30pm. It turns out anyway, that I just had to change the tempo, making my gym sessions what they call 'interval training.' It actually makes it easier, which is good.

So, I had to rush home at 8.30pm, 'cos we had 4 girls coming to look at the flat. Now, I thought being in TV and all, my organisation skills were tip top, best in the field... I soon changed my mind when all 4 girls arrived at the same time. Oops.

Tad awkward, being as there is only one room for rent, so it was almost a BGT moment, all I needed was the red buzzer.

Turns out, they are all great - so I am hoping one of them wants the room, or we can decide which one we like the most if they all want it!

Anyway, so I had a great night, albeit a bit random, and I didn't even think about drink.

Saying that... it was only Monday?!

G x