No idea why - and then some ...

Right, I must be a bit mental methinks.  I keep changing the look of this blog.  Sorry.  It's part of being a perfectionist, I think.  I am definitely that.  Or maybe I just like to see all the different possibilities, so I have to try every single one.  Thing is, I don't think I'll ever think it's quite right.  I know its not how I want it at the moment haha.  Oh dear.  But hey don't worry, it'll be looking different again, soon.  Think I can pretty much guarantee that.

Hey! I just had an absolute brain explosion, so to speak. !!

I have JUST realised, that when I'm writing this blog, I drop my 'perfect' mantle.

Wow.

Honest.  I just write.  Type, type, tippy tappy tippy tappy.  Whatever comes into my head and there it is, on the screen in front of me.  And when I'm done, do I check it? Ummm, only very quickly.  Honest.  With nigh a backward glance, I'm hitting 'publish'.  Amazing.

So I'm not really perfection compulsive I guess.  I'm not your usual perfectionist.  Not alllll the time. 

I have just paused.  And that's really strange.  Can't believe it, I actually stopped typing for what must have been a whole minute, 60 whole seconds without a flick of a finger.  Made meself stop & think. 

Ok.  Enough of that.  I came back online with the intention of picking up my story again.  Because I got off track a bit and left you hanging.  Oops.  Not sure if I feel like it right now, but I will make it my next post.  Well that's my intention anyway.  Don't hold me to it, I am female after all, blonde too.  Not a good combination apparently.  Well I think I'm blonde.  I was.  That much I know.  Many bottles of chemicals and heaven knows what, and I really haven't a clue if I'm blonde, chartreuse, or periwinkle blue, notice I leave out grey.  Simply not on my horizon that grey thing.

Actually I don't like getting older.  Nasty business.  I keep slapping on face creams, every day, always every morning and occasionally before I hit the sack too.  Have this terrible fear that if I stop doing it, I'll all fall apart or something.  Get all cracked in the face.  Can't have that, so no way do I miss my morning routine.  Exfoliate too.  Gotta do that these days.  I dont think youre supposed to do it every day, this exfoliating thing.  So I resist the temptation, well a couple days a week anyway.  It's expensive too.  Actually why is it that we have to put so much more on our faces these days anyway??  Really.  It used to be just slap on some Ponds cream.  Or whatever.  Well yeah you had to do the cleanse, tone & moisturise thing.  But now, you have to not only cleanse, but exfoliate.  And when you get to the moisturising part, now you have to put some sort of "serum" on before you put any moisturiser on.  And then its not called moisturiser.  Its sculpting cream, or regenerating cream, or some other high faluting sounding thing that you're convinced you absolutely have to use or else.  And the make up.  My goodness.  Not only foundation, we have to use minerals now.  They're the thing.  What on earth were we thinking putting plain old powder on our faces?  And my goodness, dont just put the minerals on.  No way!  Don't forget the primer!!  And dont get me started on the lipstick.  Heavens.

I could go on, but I'll spare you.  And anyway I've just thought about the other thing.  You know what I'm talking about ladies.  The weight.  My goodness.  I've put some on.  And I hate it.  Was looking at my wedding photos just yesterday, gee I looked good.  No wonder he married me.  Haha.  But I did weigh myself the other day.  Six kilos more.  I think that's about 14 lbs in that other language.  This is not a good thing.  Not insurmountable though, I can get rid of that.  Or this is what I'm telling myself.  Unbeknown to hubby we are now on a diet.  Salads the last two nights.  He'll never know.  Plan is he'll just notice how absolutely fantastic I'm looking, in case he hasn't noticed I've got this extra six kilos and my jeans are a lot tighter than they used to be.  He might like my tight jeans though.  Now there's a thing.  Maybe I shouldn't bother.  Then again, if I dont, I might get another six kilos and then the poor man would have to go through all the worry of whether to say anything about how cuddly I was getting.  Can't be putting him through that now can I?  I'll stick to the secret diet for now.  If he twigs I'll just say its because we need to watch our health.  Nothing to do with those scales in the bathroom, which by the way measure every gram or ounce.  So if I gain a milligram I'll know.  Damned if I'm gonna let anyone else know though.  Unless I lose a milligram, then I might wangle it into a conversation here or there, 'hey did you notice I've lost 4 milligrams? wonder how that happened?!"

Ok, that's enough of me today.  Catch you next time, maybe with a continuation of where I left off a couple of posts ago .... maybe ...