My Own Little Christmas Miracle

So my mother told me on Christmas morning that she had yet to receive two of my gifts in the mail, which I quickly forgot about after getting a year’s subscription to Chelsea Magazine. But last night one of my other presents arrived in the mail. I opened the envelope and inside was the Centennial Chelsea Autobiography of the club. It was a used copy, but I didn’t care. I was downright giddy.

My mother paged through it and said, “Oh it’s signed to someone, that’s odd. I hope that doesn’t bother you.”

Then she showed me the title paged that was signed. There in my very own book was the loopy signature I’d been pining over for the past 3 years.

Yes, Frank Lampard, my favorite player in the whole entire universe had signed and touched the very book that was in my hands. I screamed. Loudly. (There also may have been some jumping, leaping, and making of sounds that I had only heard in videos of Twilight fans meeting Robert Pattinson.)

Although it’s not signed to me, I don’t care. It’s kind of cool that my wish came true. I actually DID get Frank Lampard for Christmas!

P.S. Faith, if you would like your book back. Let me know. I realize that if this had so much importance to me it must have A LOT more for you.

Coleen's Extra Baggage?

No, I'm not talking about her excess shopping bags. Maybe it's just a bad picture, but doesn't it look like she might be carrying a little extra weight in her face, perhaps in the chin area? I mean, you can't blame her around the holidays. A few too many mince pies and cookies? Or too much planning and preparing to make the time to go to the gym? Preggo maybe? (G to the AAAASP!) I won't pass too much judgment. Just making an observation.

Oh and by the way, the black suede Uggs are soooo 2006. Pull yourself together woman. And lose that character in the back with the bow tie while you're at it.

picture via Kickette

P.S. This is post #499 on my blog. (Massive amounts of applause and praise would be appreciated.)

Coleen's Last-Minute X-Mas Shopping

Mrs. Rooney was looking very low-key whilst shopping at Carphone Warehouse and Sainsburys in Wilmslow, Cheshire. In sweatpants, trainers, and a North Face jacket, the WAG dashed about getting gifts and stocking up the fridge for the holiday season.



pictures via dailymail