Thank you to @seagypsymermaid for tagging me in your post. So here’s 8 things about me.
1. My favourite sound is a dog eating crackers. 2. I bought my first home when I was 18 3. I love the smell of horses. 4. My husband and I met when I was 16 5. I’m obsessed with @bringoutthebranston pickle and eat it straight out of the jar with a spoon. 6. I have an irrational fear of swimming in deep water. It’s the only thing I’m scared of. 7. I have visited 44 countries. 8. I’ve never watched any of the Star Wars films (or ‘The Sound of Music’ or ‘Gone with the Wind’).
Quite an adventure this week Seb (my son) spent the morning on Saturday in the river searching for a lost wedding ring, hoping to return it to the owner. No luck …. yet. He hasn’t given up and we will visit again for another look. He found some vintage brass salmon lures from 1930, a few coins and part of a gun.
He is so like me. He cannot keep still. Always on the move looking for his next adventure.
Recently I shared that my only fear is swimming in deep water. When Seb was training as a freedive instructor in Egypt several years ago, I jumped on a plane to visit him to see the clear waters of Dahab for myself.
The visibility was 30 metres or more. Seb asked me if I would like to watch him dive and of course I was thrilled … but I really didn’t think this through. He headed down to the 50 metre marker followed by his safety diver. What I hadn’t considered is that I would be left, floating all alone as shark bait on the surface.
I watched as he passed scuba divers underneath me, disappearing into the blue.
Alone I hyperventilated on the surface, with the soundtrack to Jaws on full volume in my head.
I have never been so relieved to see his face when he surfaced, and on seeing my pale terrified face he offered to swim me back to shore to compose myself. I hate that I’m scared, but luckily it’s not something I have to face everyday.
I am happy to face anything else head on. I’m a positive, happy and determined person, which gets me through most challenges and scrapes.
On my 40th birthday, I wasn’t thrilled with the number on the scoreboard. But I decided I was going to make the most out of life and squeeze very last drop out of the second half of my life. I signed up for snowboard lessons and ever since haven’t let age limit me in any way.
Armed with lipstick, I’m ready and up for anything!
I’m not focusing on any of the bad stuff going on, just trying to distract myself with lots of other projects. It’s the only way to stay sane.
I have big news!!! No dick pics received for 2 weeks – this is incredible. Finally my campaign to stop the naked man sausage seems to have done the trick. I know many women are put off posting anything on here for fear of the barrage of private messages from men. I can report that operation ‘name and shame’ has yielded great results! I’m no longer scared to open messages – woohoo!
I do love purple lipstick. This one is ‘Desire’ from @muacosmetics I have another new lovely purple to test so check back tomorrow to see that.
Most of the time I can cope with huge amounts of stress and other times, just one little thing can tip me over the edge.
A lack of sleep this week (for many reasons) has depleted my supply of patience. Half of my kitchen is ripped out with the contents now stacked in the dining room. The new kitchen arrives tomorrow, which means I won’t have anywhere to sit either as the lounge will be full too.
I live in a small cottage. I have no spare space. It’s going to be a squeeze.
Everything was going ok today, I had all my plates spinning, juggling all my jobs and working through my ‘to do’ list in my head when ‘Dirty Bird’ (my Hungarian Vizsla) decided to roll on the rotting and putrefying dolphin carcass again this afternoon.
I was done.
I just wanted someone else to deal with it. I wanted to be anywhere else but on the beach next to the idiot dead dolphin dog.
Why do dogs do it? I have one dog which eats anything brown and stinky and one who wants to bathe in it or anything dead. I call them ‘Scoff’ and ‘Roll’
Dead dolphin dog has been scrubbed and doused with a bottle of vinegar. She doesn’t look very happy about smelling like a chip shop. I’m curled up on the daybed in my office, hiding from the rest of the day.
Hopefully decaying Delphinidae will make it’s way back out to sea soon on the tide to liquify in the waves. Or maybe it will hang around a while longer to fester and attract pets to bathe a little more….
I’m guessing I need to stock up on shampoo and vinegar!
This beauty of a lipstick is from @tucheir and is called ‘Social butterfly’ I LOVE IT!!! ?
Turning 50 is not about saying ‘goodbye’ to all the things which you had taken for granted, it’s the time to say ‘hello’ to a new and ever changing version of you.
When we move from childhood to adulthood, we barely notice the incredible and drastic changes as we are so busy being alive and growing.
But in midlife we see the changes each day. A line here, a silver hair there. Like there is someone busily painting a new version of us each night directly on our face.
Sometimes the changes come on quickly – its scary. But there is truly nothing to be scared of. This is where we should be.
Huge corporations spend billions to convince us that looking our age is a terrible thing, that we must hide and disguise everything that validates the signs of time passing on our bodies.
When I’m told I look older with silver hair. I say “Why is that important to you and why does it bother you so much? It doesn’t bother me at all”.
I put my efforts into retaining my strength and energy, to simply be the best version of 50+ me I can be.
