The singularly most painful experience in my
life so far, was the death of my Dad.
He died very suddenly of a massive heart attack,
only 56years old.
A sunny Sunday morning, he was downstairs at home
whilst my Mum still slept.
It was the 3rd of September 1995,
the day before my 31st birthday.
Thirteen years have almost passed.
He is never out of my thoughts and
he is always in my heart.
I ‘used’ to have a rather large mole on my shoulder blade, of which I was rather fond : )
I was advised to have it removed a few years ago by my doctor.
This same doctor did the procedure, but to be honest
a dog could have chewed it off more sucessfully. LoL !!
(sorry…if your squeamish!)
After much cutting, ( I chose not to have it burn’t off…
...god, knows what he would have used! )ha,
the said mole was no more & I had to have several stitches.
Later when the stitches had gone, I found I had a new thing on my shoulder blade….
...a large scar, that looks very much like an insect drawn by a child !
Im rather fond of that now too : )
Whenever I am feeling unwell, can’t really face food but should eat.
I have ‘egg in a cup’. !!
This is pure comfort food and a pick you up, I had from being a child : )
Take 1-2 eggs ‘just’ soft boiled,
chopped up with a blob of butter in a teacup.
....then eaten with a small teaspoon,
on the sofa,
wrapped in your favourite blanket/quilt.
It always makes you feel better.
Every time , no question.
P.S The teacup is crucial : D
I dislike my photo being taken.
Im kind of ok if Im caught off guard or busy doing something.
You know, like an action shot ! LoL
But standing there waiting for a photo to be taken
makes me cringe. Im so uncomfortable. I avoid those
situations as best I can.
It also does’nt help that Im completly unphotogenic.
I can do the splits.
Ive been able to do them from being young.
I was obsessed with Olga Korbut & Nadia Comaneci and did my B.A.G.A awards at school.
I drove my dad completly nuts watching tv in the head-stand ? !
I have been known to ‘do’ them now after too
much red wine & lots of ” no you can’t” comments !
(Im not particularly proud of those moments ! LoL)
Its not a skill that is very useful : )
I have short grey hair.
Not ” I have some grey hair ” but all of it, Im totally silver grey.
Both my parents & many extended family members were grey very early, so Ive followed on.
I have been totally grey since the age of 30 & have never dyed it.
I have had the most outrageous comments from total strangers about my hair colour !
For some reason it can really ‘bother’ people & I often get stare’s !
For myself, I love my hair, always have.
I am happy with it : )
I could’nt imagine years of colouring it, the damage it would have done.
I do not understand the horror of finding a grey hair, age is relative, right ?
The only consession I did make was to get a very short cut.
I wore my hair long up until my late teens. With the advancement of the colour I decided to get it cropped as I did’nt want ‘long’ grey hair.
I will if Im lucky enough to reach a grand old age have it long then. I rather fancy myself with it in a granny bun, like Mrs. Pepperpot !
(Ok, I ‘may’ upset some of you now, so skip this entry !).
I am PASSIONATE in my hatred of artifical flowers !
My metal is often put to the test on this.
I have bitten my tongue on many occasions in friends, relatives, aquaintances homes not to offend.
I mutter & curse at them under my breath, they are everywhere ! Shopping centers, cemetaries, cafes, offices blah, blah, blah !
I really dont care how “real” they look.
They are not.
I find them ugly, hideous & vulgar.
I have NEVER mistaken them for the real deal.
Give me weeds, grass, twigs, pebbles, barren soil or sand.
Never give me artificial flowers.
ok, rant over : )
In the early 90’s I volunteered for ‘Rubberstuffers’. A HIV health inititive for gay men.
Twice a week I would ‘stuff’ condoms, lube & sexual health info into small packs to be circulated in bars, clubs etc. I worked alongside some really fantastic people, we had a blast in that tiny office in Kings Cross.
I lost a lot of friends back then.
We were all politically active, demos, marches, lobbying etc but packing those condoms I did to help myself as much as anything.
Every one I packed could keep someone healthy.
It was a practical way to help, sure, but it psychologically kept me from going under. Those days kept me fighting, the other volunteers kept me strong.
I learn’t a lot more about ‘family’ ,community, love & friendship, lessons I will always hold true to my heart.
For 12 + years I was a vegetarian.
However that all changed at 4 months pregnant I craved meat like a rampant carnivore !
I became duplicitous, the local bakers was my local haunt, bacon rolls my quest !
I managed to hide this behavior for 3 weeks before I came clean to my husband ! How he laughed : )
The rest of my pregnacy was a regular meat fest !
Mia Farrow in had nothing on me !!
After my son was born the cravings went , but Im still guilty of being unable to give up the occasional bacon roll.
Homer Simpson & I had a lot in common in those days!
“Homer: I’ll have the smiley face breakfast special. Uhh, but could you add a bacon nose? Plus bacon hair, bacon mustache, five o’clock shadow made of bacon bits and a bacon body.
Waitress: How about I just shove a pig down your throat?
(Homer looks excited)
Waitress: I was kidding.
Homer: Fine, but the bacon man lives in a bacon house!
Waitress: No he doesn’t! “
My favorite flower scent is the rose.
As a child I made my own rose ‘perfume’, various crushed rose petals in jam jars fermenting away !
I must have been quite succesful however as the only time I have ever been stung by a bee, I was wearing my own ‘rose perfume’ !
...Now I stick to wearing Marc Jacob’s ‘Rain’ : )