Totside jõulud / Holiday lasses

It now can be called a tradition that just before Christmas my girls and I, we get together and have some extra fun. No penises are allowed, interesting powerpoint presentations are optional and good mood is a must. 

(Click here for Totsid 2017)

As we are strong influential independent women,

then we were asked to be on the cover of Tsirguliina Vogue.

We were honoured!

Mordant Dazzle, Emblem Copper, Palm Leaves, Medallion Star and Sakiori Meteor –

the DJ names of my ladies:

Alright, I have to be honest. One penis was allowed to stay at the party.

He tried to French all the girls –

here it is just a moment before their first kiss:

The prepared presentation opened our blind eyes!

We have yet so much to learn, but now we know that pregnancy is not a disease: 

Difficult at the military drill, 

easy in the battle:

We found out that animals have rather colourful sex life:

TOO MUCH FEMALE STUFF,

MUST TRY TO ZONE OUT:

Sharing our boyfriends' dick pics:

She took some BANG! with her from home:

Bitches love golden rain,

my dog on the other hand hit his head against the door (best dog owner of 2018):

Walking on sunshine, whoaa-ooh:

Ladies chose their outfit from my closet and now I have this flimsy pretext that

 "I cannot give these amazing dresses – that I have not worn or will never wear – away, 

since they were worn in 2018!":

V as is in vagina!

Sit down Tyra Banks and be humble:

We found out that female koalas have three vaginas.

Three times the fun!

We are prettiest when our faces are covered:

In the same time our significant others were having a sausage party just some kilometres away. 

It was strictly "Penises only" or come with a random girl (NOT your own partner): 

Some things that are seen...

...cannot be unseen:

World peace!

When girls get together, then it does not have to be stereotypical chick-chat,

but sometimes it is so good to find fellow understanding.

Even Queens need some time off:

Thank you, ladies!

I was my pleasure.

It's a trap! This post is actually all about my dog.

Look at this fucking blogger back in action. I just browsed the past stories on this blog and found quite many links to fellow friend bloggers like Castle of Fashion and somewhatslightlydazed. They were smarter and deleted it all, however I have no chance to become president or something, because you can scroll back to 2009 when my dad went to Brazil. Instead of being responsible with the allowance, the eighteen year old me blogged about blurry nights and pukey mornings. I somehow still have kept on blogging, although not as often as I would like to (and less liquid lunch is involved). Even if I have only one reader than this blog here is my memory back up.

I still have a 9 to 5 work. I still had (focus on the past tense) university lectures to attend in the evenings. 

I am still Wilma and the Circus is going strong.

*random moments of life are coming up*

Why have I kept on blogging you ask?

I am still Wilma, nothing has changed much.

For example I still do not use any make-up and when my face was covered for one day in November, 

I felt like an adult women (I became a kid again once I washed my face):

Wilma still loves Fred (yes, the blog name comes from the Flintstones):

How boring am I, trying to convince you that nothing has changed?

Actually this has become a baby blog, since in August we gained a new family member: 

Yes, this post is actually full of dog pictures,

because Šarik is the apple of our eye:

From Valga shelter straight to our hearts:

Ok, maybe he wants to move out,

since fashion is not his thing:

Of course I have tonnes of dog picture, because I look too pale for selfies and nothing notable has happened. Actually, I am in a weird situation right now as I do not have any travel tickets booked. Which has not happened like nine years or so...

Maybe you did not catch him on this side,

so another dog picture is on the menu:

Getting older. Loving AK (the news not the gun) way too much. Preferring not to drink alcohol. 

Instead of investing in fast noodles, I enjoy food that tastes heavenly, but costs some € 

(sometimes I still calculate prices into EEK and have a heart-attack):

Overall being grown-up rulez.

Wilma has become older and wiser.

Instead of drinking until pulse is gone,

I visit Tartu soberly (this now sounds like recovered alcoholic blog): 

Long weekends at the country side and cheering for those who might be (or not) pregnant.

It's not me nor Šarik:

And then it feels embarrassing to tell "I am so old" stories,

when grandpa becomes 75 and is the real OG:

University takes the best of me and actually everyday does not look as glamorous than this.

(only master thesis left and "goodbye"):

Also, work is not always this glamorous, but I still love it:

I have the nicest baubles in the office:

How ugly are you?

Pretty ugly!

My support group is my centre if I spin away:

The Christmas is coming. My calendar is full of events. It is time to charge my camera battery!

Stay tuned.

Ian's homecoming

I swear if my memory would be any worse, I could plan my own surprise party. However, let's talk about another party, that...like...happened in August. Once Ian sent me flowers day after my birthday with a note "I fucked up". Honey, now it's my turn to send you the flowers. 

Today I will make amends and let's enjoy some memories from August, when Ian was home and I had a pink shimmer on my skin that I call suntan:

Casually sneaking away from others to make some timer pictures, 

since we are just so damn pretty that it would be ridiculous to

waste all that beauty. #humble:

A Russian, an Armenian, a Norwegian and an Estonian walked into a bar 

and said "KAWAIIII!":

The most photoshoots and posing I have ever done

has happened at Ian's house. I mean, Müürivahe brings out the model in me:

Strike a pose,

everybody Vogue!:

Performing the "Hetero to the max" act:

We had to walk like 10 steps from Ian's house to a restaurant.

We were all so exhausted, next time we will take a taxi:

That moment, when you remember that you have no money in the bank:

I always focus on wrong things

and I do not notice the greatness that lays just in front of me:

This picture has summer smell.

I miss that:

IS IT REALLY DJ ELLA IN DA HOUSE??!!

Straight from London with wicked tunes:

IS IT REALLY MUSIC GROUP W.A.N.K.?

Wilma, Annie, Nigel and K is behind the camera:

"No, I do not want to come to your dog's birthday party, freak.

My cat is getting married that weekend!":

Maybe some deals were made that some pictures would not see daylight,

however August was long time ago and my memory is not the best:

*Let's end with a random picture, when we tried to create a winter feeling during summer. 

And now it is bloody winter and I am desperately trying to create summer feeling.

I miss Ian.

I miss Ella.

I miss summer.

Fuck my life now.