Showing posts with label smoking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label smoking. Show all posts

Thursday, May 29, 2008

My Ugliest Year!

It Was an UGLY Ugly Year!

My second week participating in Kristen's weekly Fro Me To You carnival.

I'm getting brave.....VERY brave.....

Saying that 1985 was a REALLY ugly year for me is a HUGE understatement! It's like saying the desert is pretty dry.....or....or......Planet Earth is pretty big.....or......I don't know, I'm obviously struggling to come up with an appropriate comparison here....just take my word for it....or better yet....take a look at THESE treasures below.

Pictures from 1985. I was 13 in this picture below. This was the year I was allowed to start wearing make-up. (Note to self and other mothers of girls....PLEASE teach your darling daughter how to apply make-up before letting her walk out of your house!)



It is an absolute crime that my mother let me walk out of the house looking like that....SOMEone should have informed me that bright blue eyeshadow on someone with black hair and olive skin just DOES NOT WORK! HeLLO! And would you CHECK. OUT. THOSE. BROWS! This was before my mother introduced me to tweezers! That's my baby brother Ryan I'm holding there btw.....and my other brother Tom, and my Mom.

The picture below has been edited to protect the identity of two girls I no longer keep in touch with. They were friends at the time. We used to have sleep overs and do each other's hair and make up and get all dressed up like fashion models and then pose for pictures. We were delusional.

On Another Note....

Wanna know what happens when you quit smoking?

You eat!

Wanna know what happens when you eat?

You gain weight!

Wanna know what happens when you start to gain weight because you quit smoking?

You wanna smoke again!

It's a vicious cycle.

It's been approximately 62 hours and 23 minutes since my last cigarette and I've already gained 2 pounds.

I need to stop eating.

I made brownies for breakfast....

And for lunch I ate leftovers from breakfast....

I need to replace this Freudian "oral fixation" with a more constructive fixation....like sit-ups, or push-ups....something....

Keep praying for me....