I’m Going to Britmums. What a Surprise….

Hello you there, you found me! Well done.


Firstly, what do we think of the snazzy new site? It took me a while with my dense head to work out wordpress, but after finding it not quite as scary as I thought due to starting Vinyl Problems over here too, I thought it was about time I got Lazy Girl over here too. If you fancy keeping up with my vinyl collection, you can find Vinyl Problems at http://vinylproblems.wordpress.com.

Anyhow, down to business and its that time of year (nearly) when London prepares itself for a bunch of free wine swilling drunkard Mothers let loose on it for the weekend. I hope its ready for us, poor Moorgate. Poor Wagamama. Poor Brewery.

So, its the time of year when I join in with the I’m Going to Britmums Live linky. For anyone who doesn’t know me of old or has forgotten who I am (I have been rather quiet haven’t I?).

Here’s me:


Do you like it? Its my moody boho instagram pose. God bless Instagram filters.

I am 33 (but how-old.net thinks I look 25 without filters), I have green eyes and if I get round to it I shall have red hair via Olia dye and not nature. Otherwise I have dip dyed red and brown hair with streaks of grey. Attractive. I am tall, and am a lover of cakes so not a skinny minnie. I used to live in Maidenhead, now live just outside of Reading in a little village called Earley (not Hurley), but I’m from the Medway Towns.

I have blogged since 2006, and have been The Lazy Girl since I turned 30, before that I  was 20somethingmum, and before that I was Claire The Girl Blogger over at Myspace. I also run Family Panel Reviews (since January 2010), and now also Vinyl Problems too. I sometimes remember to write up recipes at Lazy Girl Cooks but 9 times out of ten the Brats snaffle the food up before I can photograph it. Now I’m here I may have cooking stuff here too. Not sure yet.

I am a social media addict. I love anything social. I am in the process of starting up a Ustream Live radio show in my shed called The Sunday Social where you can join in by sending me instagrams and tweets and the like.

You can find me all over the net like a rash:

@TheLazyGirlBlog on Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, Youtube and Vine

I’m over other places as well but generally if you look for Lazy Girl Blog you’ll find me.

I was still Claire Curran last year at Britmums but I’m now Claire Deegan. Elder finally told me to change my name as everyone kept referring to me as Mrs Deegan anyway and neither of us can be arsed to actually get hitched after 15 years so its a happy medium.

I love music, dancing, and a laugh. If you’re new, come find me.

I’m hosting the annual “Britmums Scared and Wish to Meet a Small Group” gathering from 12.30 at All Bar One just on the corner of Chiswell Street and a short walk from Moorgate Tube so come along. Although I will not be drinking quite as much as last year. That hangover was killer. I blame Lindemanns.

I am PR friendly (running a reviews site since 2010 does give that away) but I’m not actually sponsored, so if anyone fancies doing so I am welcome to hear it.

I have two children, Mini, who is 8 going 18 and loves selfies, and Littlest who and is 6 and a computer and coding geek.

So, that’s me. I am coming along as always as I love being around other bloggers and no matter how long you’ve blogged it changes so much its always nice to learn new stuff. I shall be wearing jeans on Saturday with a charity tee, but Friday I have a little dress to put on to make an effort. But I bet I end up in jeans.

*photo courtesy of digitalphotos.net/Stoonn


Is It Just Me: Who Wants to Give You All A Massive Thanks (Without Even the Tiniest Hint of a Rant!)

*Dons Oscar Dress, falls over Jen Lawrence style and grabs a tissue to do a Gwyneth*

It seems you lot are bloody epic and ace actually, and I want to say a Massive mammoth THANK YOU to all you guys who kindly voted for me in this years Brilliance in Blogging awards.

As a result of you all being Legends, I am shortlisted in the “Social” Category. Which now means next time Elder moans about me giving my opinions (wanted or otherwise) on Twitter, Facebook and the like, I can go all fingers in ears and Nah Nah Nah at him and point to the shortlist. See, its worth being a moany old rant fueled biatch sometimes! And Instagramming everything I eat, see and do.

Of course, I am over the moon and shocked to be in the Shortlist, but if you would like to see me in the Final, possibly slightly tipsy and laughing like a nutter, then I need you to do your thing again!

I am up against some fantastic fellow folk so I don’t expect to win at all, just to be mentioned is lovely, and makes it all worthwhile, but if you would like to vote for me some more I will love you forever and ever and buy you a large G&T at Britmums Live.

You can vote here for me and for some amazingly great other people too, so feel free to go on over and see who else is through, the voting bit is a click through at the bottom. 

Well done to my fellow shortlisters, I am in some excellent company so Good luck, and thank you all loads 🙂 

Is It Just Me: Or Is This The Laziest Parenting Aid Ever?

The Facebook groups and Twitter feeds of Bloggers has been alive with derision today. And for once, it’s not down to us all in fighting either (I didn’t even have to hide after my awards post. Phew).

What has got us all doing a “hmm” face in disbelief? Its a new gadget that a Mumpreneur has invented and is trying to get us all excited about and review.

Its called the Mumma and Bubba Bib. 

Now, its not the awful chav sounding spelling of Mumma that has got the bloggers snorting left right and Facebook, no, its the concept.

The Mumma and Bubba Bib is, well, a bib. Which is fine right? Nope.

The bib has an attachment for a bottle. So the “bubba” can feed itself.

(Insert Face/Palm action here)

The first thing that springs to mind with this “ingenious” (loosely using that term, I can tell you) invention is that the name is going to have Trading Standards knocking. Its hardly fair to have it as a Mumma and Bubba bib is it, being that “mumma” is intended to strap poor “bubba” into it and naff off.

It brings up all kinds of lazy ass parenting questions. Seriously! Who is too damn lazy to feed their child? What the actual hell was this Mum thinking?

Apparently, she came up with the genius idea of this bib when she found that, just attaching her babies bottle to them “using a dressing gown cord”(!) meant that the pesky bottle moved and, one imagines, the just as pesky child roared with upset of where their mother  bottle had gone.

Self Feeding? Just Say No people!

I am not making this up readers, the website is here, but apparently her reasoning behind the bib are that it is a “repetitive process” and holding a bottle up for “an hour” “for months” is “frustrating.” Apparently, we should think of all that washing and ironing we need to do instead of being bored shitless holding a bloody bottle up for our frankly lazy and greedy babies.

Hell to the no love.

I loved feeding both the Brats most of the time. Its true it was a bit boring when I was tired, and I’d have rather have been asleep sometimes than trying to feed a reluctant child, true. But I did it anyway.

Its what you do. You become a Mum, and brushing your hair and making sure you have clean clothes on when you answer the door goes out the window.

How can anyone be selfish enough to begrudge feeding their child? 

I also would worry that, whilst a Mum was off doing the laundry and making herself look all pretty, the baby could choke on his or her own milk, either going down or coming back up. Littlest was a sickie baby due to his medication, so the last thing I could do was leave him to self-feed, no matter how much I wanted to avoid being covered in the same milk when he inevitably puked it back up again.

Feeding, I think the lady has failed to realise, is said to be the time when babies bond with whoever happens to be feeding them. It takes a bit of time, sure, but you just have to know that, once you become a Mum you are pretty much coming second to this little suckling bundle who is looking up into your eyes with contentment.

I really hope this invention ends up on the shelf and the Mum in question goes back to doing something worthwhile with her, supposedly stretched, time.

Like feeding her own damn child…..