Month: March 2013
But I think as I’m still recovering from being ill, they are growing back a lot more slowly than they usually do. This is irking me no end! I need them to grow back so I can indulge in one of my other obsessions, painting my nails. At last count, I had over 40 different nail polish colours. People keep telling me that I have enough now, I don’t know what they are on about. Last month alone, I bought 3 more!
Some examples of what I have done. I just need to get better at making it neat and tidy!
I’m going to take this opportunity to talk about my personal style.
I like to think I’m a little bit different than the usual, don’t we all? I try to be brave and go outside my own little style box from time to time. Sometimes this goes well, other times, not so much.
My big thing at the moment is things with hearts on or anything heart shaped. This has even manifested itself in purchasing heart shaped coasters.
I’m sure I’ll OD on them soon, then I won’t want to even look at a heart.
I seem to go through phases like this a lot. When I was in college, it was the colour pink. A few years ago, it was emerald green, could not get enough. Then once I got bored of it, it was everywhere. I think I must have been ahead of the curve for that one!
So now it’s hearts. I would quite happily decorate my place in then and wear them every day. But then everyone would that I’m crazy!
I was hoping that when I started this blog I’d have positive things to talk about. But considering this cold has got worse I haven’t.
The one thing I will say is that when you lose your voice, which I did on Sunday, it makes working in a call centre an interesting obstacle.
I managed to just about survive one day but I know have a few off to try an recover.
Once I am, I promise I will be more positive and hopefully interesting!
Last night I went to bed with just a bit of a tickle in my throat. This morning I have woken up with full blown cold symptoms. My throat is now on fire and feels like I’m trying to cough up razor blades, my whole body aches and my glands are flaring away. Just waiting for my nose to catch up now. I am not happy about this!
It’s a Saturday for heaven’s sake. It’s just not right!
You might be able to tell, I do not cope with being ill very well. I swear I get man flu, and considering I’m a woman, I think that’s quite impressive.
When ever I get a cold I feel the need to share my misery with other. Bitch and wine about how ill I am. It’s not mature and it’s not dignified, but being poorly never is!
I can’t be the only one that feels this way.
I thought I would start my new blog by trying to explain my reasons for starting up this thing in the first place.
There is no specific purpose, or goal for this blog in all honesty. It’s just a place for me to talk about things, mainly to myself, in such away that is a little less mental than sitting in a room and talking out loud to myself.
Sometimes I can have randome thoughts about the future, past, present. And sometimes it helps to get them down and read them again. If anyone else come across my ramblings and feel the need to comment, then that’s good too. At least then I know I’m not the only crazy one.
The reason for the name of this blog, in it’s current form, of Big Tall Tales is that I’m big, as in overweight, plus sized or if you like fat. But I am also rather tall compared to the average height in the UK at least.
I’m not going to promise that this place will be updated with any regularity but I will try my best!