Hello, and welcome to my corner of the world wide interweb. I have started blogging as the 140 characters on Twitter were not longer enough and asI have so much to say that people increasingly suggested I blog. That was 2011 and I haven’t looked back.
Not for one second did I ever think that in 2013 I would win not one but two Brilliance in Blogging Awards. One for my use of Social Media (ie being all over it) and another in the Commentary category for being a founding member of Team Honk and the work we started with Comic Relief. Or that in 2014 I would be involved in winning another Brilliance in Blogging Award for Team Honk’s work, nor a MAD Blog award for the same. Team Honk is something I fiercely proud to be a part of and is something that is a direct result of blogging and shows perfectly the power of social media. To date it has raised over £40,000 for Comic Relief and brought together a band of over 200 bloggers.
As for me personally. Well I am the wrong side of 40 and the wrong side of a size 16. Mum of three and married to Mr B .
All my friends call me T (family call me TT), so pull up a chair and join me.
You might be asking “why the duck with the blindfold?” Well that is a very qood question. There are few pictures of me as I hate having my photo taken. I dislike most pictures of me as I don’t think I am photogenic. So when I signed up to Twitter, before I blogged and that meant that I needed a pic. This picture of a big rubber duck out of our hot tub had been taken at a party a few months before. There had been a pinata and somehow the blindfold from that ended up on the duck and a friend of my daughter’s took the pic.
I wanted to be anonymous on Twitter when I started and so I hid behind this duck. As I got more followers and then started to blog the duck stuck.
And I kinda like it. I am the same shape as the duck, would love lips like that and I am ever so slightly quackers.
You might also ask why “I am not a sodding potato”. Another good question. When people see my picture on Twitter that dirty duck tummy looks like a potato. Or a butternut squash. This lead to several hundred tweets where I screamed “I AM A DUCK I AM NOT A SODDING POTATO” and as a tag line it kind of stuck.
I am MummyB a self confessed handbag-aholic. I am the wrong size of a 16 so high street fashion doesn’t really do it for me. I buy all my clothes on line. That doesn’t mean I am not interested. I definitely am interested in looking good, I just can’t do it on your average High Street. I also love all things smelly: body lotions, hair products, shower gels etc. My bathroom shelves groan. I am also turning into a bit of a foodie. I still can’t cook but I love to try.
Mr B is my long suffering husband. He is fluent in French and German and really likes the finer things in life. Give him a decent bottle of wine or a fabulous steak and he will be in heaven. Works in IT and has a long commute so being able to relax is high on his list of priorities. As is more time to play golf. And play with cameras.
Spare time together is rare as weekends are spent ferrying children around or heading off to blog events, or catching up with friends. We do like to travel though and are always planning the next trip. Mr B is also a keen golfer, and doesn’t get to play as often as he would like. Whilst I like to explore, I am not one for lying on a beach.
C is now 21 and has left home to set up her own nest with the adorable Mr M. Working all the hours she can, C is never idle and makes me proud everyday. She is a fashion junkie, and dreams of one day having a pug and a Fiat 500. Another foodie who makes the most amazing cakes and baked goodies in her spare time
J is 19. Now done his A levels and walked straight into his first job within weeks of leaving college having decided that right now uni was not for him. Doing all things accounting that I can’t begin to understand (having done A Levels that made my brain hurt when I even thought about them) Heavily into music and a complete petrol head, more so now he has passed his test and has his own car. When it comes to cars he knows it all. And then some. Also into every gadget known to mankind. He makes me smile and very proud every day
E is 16 going on 21 and deep into GCSEs. More computer literate than I care to admit and knows it all (and I don’t mean that in a sarcastic way, she really does). Obsessed with music that makes my ears bleed sung by people with more eyeliner than you can begin to imagine. Sport mad and thinking that physiotherapy might be the way to go “because I can be paid to hurt people”. Another one that makes me proud of everything she does.