Throwback Thursday – No Shame….

Blogmas Day 26 – An Old Photo Of Yourself

Sooooo….I could have chosen a super cute picture of me stuffing my face with spaghetti, or getting a bath from my retro mom…but I thought I would get right to the core of the awkward stage that was me during pretty much my entire adolescence….if you question where my lifelong insecurity comes from just take a look at this gem…and before you ask, yes…that is a mullet.

Enjoy.

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Hugs and love

Happy Blogmas! Playing catch-up!

Merry Christmas everyone!  It is a quiet day for me…hanging with my pooch at my mom’s house.  Dinner is done and I figured on getting caught up with my missed blogs.  I will include day 22 – 25 here so get ready! (I will keep them short…)

Day 22 – The best thing to happen to me this year.

I would have to say my acceptance into a teaching exchange program right back to the part of Australia I was living in.  I put in my application late and was told that it could hinder my chances of placement but I went ahead anyway…with a 3 hour radius as a guide/limit for my placement request I never thought I would get placed….but then came a match directly to the town I had been living in not 2 years ago.  Crazy!  I am so looking forward to the challenge and the new experiences I will have on my own.  Can’t wait!  (I do need time to slow down just a little bit so I can get all the loose ends tidied up though!)

Day 23 – My Dream Job

I have always been hooked on cooking and experimenting in the kitchen.  I love food and get lost in cookbooks and cooking shows like nobody’s business. I think my dream job would be to be talented enough to run my own kitchen/restaurant.  I love feeding people…I rarely spend any effort on food for myself but will jump at the chance to cook for friends or family.  Maybe in my retirement I will take cooking lessons and see where that leads 😉

Day 24 – Your Favourite Childhood Book

I would have to say it would be Uncle Wiggily…now if you know who Uncle Wiggily is I love you!  When I say my parents used to refer to me as Nurse Jane Fuzzywuzzy my friends look at me like I have ten heads.  She was Uncle Wiggily’s nurse (another job I would love to have…#2 to chef) and took good care of him…I guess from a young age I used to make sure everyone was okay and take care of them.  I loved Uncle Wiggily and have fond memories of being read to by my dad from that book (I still have it!)

What’s your favourite childhood book??!!

Day 25 – My 5 favourite blogs

1.  The inspiration behind many things in my life:  http://www.jackstrawlane.com  You NEED to follow her.  She is amazing.  LOVE

2.  My favourite little family ever: http://rohalfamily-partyoffour.blogspot.ca/2013/08/our-summer-must-do-list.html?spref=fb

3. I feel like she is my sister and we have been separated at birth…she doesn’t know I exist and would most likely think that is a creepy comment to make but I absolutely adore her and would love to meet her someday…her blog and her videos got me through all of last christmas.  She’s great!  Check her out: http://sprinkleofglitter.blogspot.ca

4.  Where I got the idea to do this challenge (sorry I didn’t rock it as well as you…not missing any more till I’m done!) Thanks Mel! http://sparkly1ms.wordpress.com

5. I have been in tears reading some of the posts on this blog…if you haven’t checked them out please do…hilarious!!  http://www.cakewrecks.com

Merry Christmas everyone.  I promise I won’t miss another day of the challenge…I will stay on top of it!  I am also going to play around with my new camera and possibly have a video up by the new year for you all to judge!  Hope you all had a lovely Christmas or are enjoying a few days of holidays if you don’t celebrate!

Hugs and love

I Wake Up To The Sound Of Music

I have always envied the passionate people I know.

To have something they love so much it’s almost as if it drives their soul…they find their purpose in their passion.

I’m not such a person.  Don’t get me wrong…I love life and am passionate about living but I don’t have a true “passion” per se.

However there is one area of my life that falls pretty damn close.

Music.

I am in no way any kind of gifted/talented in the music department…I took piano lessons when I was in High School (totally rocking out a New Kids song at my recital…oooooh yeah…) but piano playing and double jointed/easily lockable fingers don’t really get on together and I only made it to Grade 3 I believe…I also love singing along to songs…although trust me when I say it’s better if I sing along in private.

It never, ever ceases to amaze me that we, as a species, have taken such often simple instruments and created amazing sounds from them….sticks drumming, little hammers hitting strings, blowing air into a metal tube, fingers strumming wire….it blows my mind.

There have been many times where music has been my comfort….from curling up and listening to soft melodies made by voice and instrument and feeling so much less alone…to dancing naked in my room to a current favourite song (c’mon…I’m not the only one)…and to being crazy emotional and singing as loud as I can to Nine Inch Nails or Rage Against The Machine whilst driving alone.

For as long as I can remember my life has been shaped around the enjoyment and appreciation of music and I think my current, well rounded, tastes stem from always having some form of music in my life… from car rides as a kid listening to The Beach Boys or Willie Nelson on 8 Tack (the main music in my childhood was Country  & Western), to be-bopping with my Dad on New Years Eve to Bill Haley and The Comets or Jerry Lee Lewis…to doing jigs and polkas while my Uncle played the fiddle and my Dad the banjo or accordion…to putting on my mom’s square dancing skirt (complete with crinoline) and pretending to be Sandra Dee and singing, and acting, the entire soundtrack of Grease…to stealing into my brother’s room when he wasn’t there to listen to Depeche Mode and The Smiths…

I find strength in music.  There isn’t a day that goes by without music playing in my life.  It can transport me out of reality or push me deeper into it.  I love that with whatever emotion I am feeling I can find something to match so that I feel understood and not so crazy or isolated.

What does music do for you?  Do you have any sentimental music memories?

Never stop singing.

~Hugs and love~