Five Things About Me

This is a photo taken yesterday at the surprise Birthday Luncheon my friends from church gave me.  I have always hated having my photograph taken.  Even when I was thin and pretty and young . . .  I did  not like it.  I don't think I have ever liked the way I look.  Not since I was very young at any rate!

And that is a first thing about me, on a five things about me post, on my 60th Birthday, 2015.




I used to be a pack a day smoker.  Although I don't think I ever ever looked this cool smoking. It started with taking puffs off friends cigarettes when they were being handed around at the bus stop when I was 17.  Trying to fit in I guess.  It didn't take me very long to get hooked.  I smoked for 17 years.  My mother smoked (Cameo) and my father quit when we were quite young.  I started off on Export A and finished off on Players Light.  (What could ever be light about smoking?)  Quitting was the most difficult thing I have ever done in my life, and something which I had tried many times.  It finally stuck when I was 34.  I have never looked back, or been tempted since.   Okay . . .  lie  . . .  I was probably tempted multiple times in those first six months, and occasionally, very occasionally,  to this day, I will have a dream where I am smoking.  (And I am always uber upset with myself when I do!)  I did chew Nicorettes gum for two years after I quit, just so I could make sure I really had quit.  Then I chewed regular gum, and then I didn't chew anything at all.  I did find a whole new person in that I put on a ton of weight, which really annoys me.  I hate that fact about me.  The whole fat thing, but I am not sorry I quit smoking.



I have tried every, and I mean literally EVERY diet under the sun.  I have even had hypnotherapy to lose weight.   And they have all worked.  I've taken off tonnes of weight.   But I have always failed at every diet I have ever tried, and ended up putting on more weight afterwards than I have taken off.  I guess you could say dieting has made me fatter.  I don't know what the answer is.   In all honesty, I repulse even myself.  I would go for a by pass surgery if I was not so afraid of being put to sleep and not waking up.




I love the colour purple and once had purple highlights in my hair.  (A LOOOOOONG time ago now.)  I need to find myself something purple that I won't mind wearing.    I am growing my hair long again.  Not by choice, but because going to the hair dresser to get it cut is just too expensive.  £28 every time.  We can't afford that.   It's just too much.  We can barely afford the £30 it costs us every 10 weeks to have Mitzie done.  That is a necessity, but getting my hair cut is not.  It will be okay once it gets past this awkward stage.  But back to purple.  I love the colour purple.


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I love making lists.  I have always loved making lists.  Some of my earliest memories involve making lists.  Lists of what I was going to study in our encylopaedia over the summer when I was six or seven years old.  (What a geek!)  Lists of what I was going to do all day, each day.   Housekeeping lists.   Christmas lists, etc.   lists, Lists, LISTS!  I love the thinking process in putting one together, I only ever rarely follow the lists I make.  List making is almost a compulsion for me.

And with that I have to stop.  My laptop is telling me it is going to restart for updates in 14 minutes, and I can't figure out how to postpone it.     So I will have to love you and leave you!



Baking in The English Kitchen today  . . . .  Lemon Cream Danish!  Delish!

Have a wonderful day!  Don't forget . . .

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And I do too!