bigfoodiemama

So the time had come to collect my new varifocal glasses, GASP having " given the gift of sight" for Christmas. It was Christmas eve and I reluctantly headed into Specspenders, feeling slightly flat at the prospect of my Christmas gift being an indication of my advancing age and increasing disability. Well, I must have been good all year, because Santa Claus decided that , as a reward for such a practical gift, it should be delivered in gift wrap....and gift wrapped they were ! I was asked to take a seat ( yes, in the place they tell you the bad news), removed my old blurry pair of specs and a blurred individual sat in front of me ( yes I am that blind !)and handed me my new glasses. As my eyes adjusted, what came into view was a blond middle aged Australian in a Christmas t shirt, exposing his perfectly toned biceps and hairy forearms........Yeeeeeessss !!! Happy F***** days ! He leaned forward and gently adjusted my glasses, in a soft Australian accent telling me they look...

The Christmas gift this year from GASP has NOT got me excited. The lovely GASP ( apart from when he says at this time of year " It's only one day!" ) very kindly suggested that he give me some money to get myself some clothes, Santa Claus kindly looking after the book, perfume, bottle of Chablis side of things. With delight I hit a well known store who have a section specifically for the 40+ age group. I have no need for designer clothing or labels but wanted a few key items for my " capsule" wardrobe. Sadly it appears that women over 40 in Ireland are deemed to have short legs as the 3 pairs of trousers I tried on flapped around my lower shins...well they would have flapped if they weren't also " slim fitting" .....What I ask is wrong with trousers being straight like they used to be as opposed to be so that I can balance my hourglass figure ( well hide parts of it anyways!) I gave up , disgusted that being 2 stone slimmer appears not to actually...

OK.....synopsis from part 1 for those who missed it....Dead car, Race ran, Butt hurt, Food eaten, GASP nervous, weight stable...hormones unstable. July - Jiving With the impending local barn dances, I decided to turn my attention to jiving, a skill I wanted to learn and in the absence of running, thought it would keep me fit . I loved it and was delighted that I could now join those at weddings etc. without looking silly. This month we took our annual holiday week out of the country to Wales, to where my dear friends from college days still live, and I very proudly brought my family to their homes, where they treated us like celebrities. We got time with the Burmese Scot, my 4th sister and had a ball. The highlight for certain members of the family was the trip to Anfield , but for me it was the sheer joy of meeting up with those I hold very dear, who always make me feel loved. Thank you ! That month also saw a re union of the BMM's side of my family in Brittas Bay, which wa...

So Facebook have compiled a video for me to share, apparently capturing the highlights of my year, but of course, Facebook only gets highlights, photo shopped smiley moments, so I thought I should take a look at 2016 as it actually happened. Like Christmas now starting at Halloween, I am bringing NYE forward to December 10th , as I will be far to knackered at New Year to write a blog ! 2016 - a short history January - Jaysus ! Engine of the much loved Peugeot 3008 died......€6,000 down in value overnight.....bought a Mazda....my old back hated it...had to change it for now much loved Hyundai ix35....car loan of €17,500 instead of my plan to own the Peugeot in 2016 with no car loan for the first time ever....happy f*****g days !!!***@@@ February - Feeling Fabulous Off to Dublin with the KOK's to do the Operation Transformation 5k run in the Phoenix Park in the cold and rain....was just wonderful. Met all the OT team and leaders but RTE decided that we were not fit for tele...

So the Friday had finally arrived. Having previously advised The Mad One that I could not possibly pop off to Carcasonne for 48 hours in November , I was delighted I had succumbed to her insistence and was well and truly of " switching off" for 2 whole days. The Caribbean Queen had adopted my usual role of chief organiser , booking flights and driving us to the airport , checking us in online and merely handing me my boarding card when we got to the airport. The Mad One was as high as a kite and actually ran through the airport to embrace Sunshine who had come by bus from the sunny south east. Off through security we went and 5 minutes later were sipping Vodka and Tonics , toasting our much needed break and trying not to cry with child like excitement. 2 hours later we were in Carcassonne having been subjected to a Ryanair Learner Pilots landing , causing the Mad One to utter a very loud four letter expletive on hitting the ground....trust me no one clapped the pilot on this...

I am an extrovert. This is not a shock to most people. I love being around people, get energy from those who are equally positive and happy, and am inspired to work by getting others together, with a view to making something better, making a difference or helping others out. No, I am not a version of Mother Teresa...my previous blogs should make you well aware of that ! The thing I have in common with other extroverts though is the fact that when we meet negativity, when others fail to appreciate our efforts or when we are met with obstacles to what we think are simple quick wins, our stress levels increase, our energy drops and the gregarious sociable happy funny one pulls away, becomes quite introvert and develops a pessimistic outlook . Recently bigfoodiemama's energy took a nosedive. It's kinda hard for others to tell when this happens, as I pride myself on a strong ability to " fake it" , as GASP could testify ! I can turn on the smile, put on a show and give t...

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