Thirty six, still winging it…

So tomorrow is my birthday, I shall be thirty six, and all of a sudden I am feeling very old. I can distinctly remember a time when my own parents were celebrating their thirty sixth birthdays and they seemed so ancient, so past it, and I thought that thirty six was such a very long time away. And yet here I am, pushing forty, the lines on my face and the ever increasing grey hairs reminding me that I look, and feel, every single one of my thirty six years. And yet I still struggle with the fact that I’m a grown up. A fully fledged adult who has somehow winged it for thirty six years.

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I guess that on paper, I am very much, officially, a “grown up”. Not only am I married but I have also been divorced. And divorce feels like a very grown up thing to have done, more so than a marriage in some ways. I have five children, a number which I would never in my wildest dreams have imagined in my younger years. I’m a wife, a parent, a home owner, a responsible dog owner, a conscientious re-cycler, lover of crosswords and fleece pyjamas.

And more and more, I find myself using phrases such as, “We didn’t have that when we were kids!”, and even, “Kids these days don’t know they are born!”. I tell Lewis tales of my childhood, of VCRs and Walkmans, Gameboys, Spectrum ZX’s, bum bags and friendship bracelets. I tell him about how we used to put “Spokey dokeys” on our bike wheels, how we would collect them from multipacks of Monster Munch or afterwards, how they moved on to give away illuminous shoe laces – pink, green or yellow, and how if you were really cool, you would wear two different colours, sometimes even with illuminous odd socks. I tell him about Twist and Squeeze drinks, eating Tic Tacs and pretending they were drugs or that white candy sticks were cigarettes and the worry that too much raspberry slush puppy would turn your poo green.

I tell him how we used to greet our friends with the word, “Yo!”, say “dudey” if something was good, “necking” for kissing, “coo-el” for cool and “Not” was added to the end of every negative sentence. Friendships and “relationships” were agreed via notes passed in class, with Yes and No tick boxes, and you would be dumped, or “packed” in the same way. I tried to explain about “Chinny” and how we would rub our hands over our chins when somebody was lying, how the spin-offs of, “Many beards”, “Chinny chin chin”, “My chin is itching”, “Chinny Mandella” and “Chinny Man Whoppit” became part of our every day language. And how when our parents were telling us off, most likely for our incessant use of the word, “Chinny”, we would tell them, “Don’t have a cow man!”.

I explain to him what a shell suit is, about Naf Naf jackets, Benetton jumpers and Fruit of the loom polo tops. I tell him how we used to meticulously make sure that we had the same number of rolls in our “slouch socks”, spend hours perfecting our quiffs, scrunching our perms or blasting our hair with Sun-in or Wella colour mousse. I tell him about my first trip to the “pictures”, to watch The Adams Family, and how it cost just Β£1.50 for a film, paid for with money five times bigger than the coins we have now. I tell him how the tooth fairy left us just twenty pence per tooth and Father Christmas brought us a tangerine and a Curly Wurly. And he looks at me as though I am speaking a different language, as though I am crazy and, there’s no denying, as though I am old. So very old.

And although admittedly, I can see, and feel, my body getting older, I am still the worst kind of grown up. Because despite the faΓ§ade, the husband, the kids, the house, I’ll be honest with you, I’m not a real grown up at all. I still get scared if I’m in the house on my own, still hunt out a weapon, plan an escape route, jump out of my skin if the door bell rings. I still phone my Mum to ask how long will it take to boil an egg, slow cook a chicken or bake a fairy cake. I’m straight on the phone to my Dad if there’s a leak, a creak, a break, a strange noise in the attic that I’m too scared to investigate. I’ve never yet managed to cook a roast dinner without burning myself in at least three different places, still haven’t made it to Ikea without turning off at the wrong junction and on the several occasions my tyre has blown, or I have put the wrong fuel in my car, I have been entirely clueless how to deal with it. And I still have to go to sleep every night with both hands tucked under the covers, the duvet right up to my chin, for fear of somebody reaching up and grabbing me!

I have leapt from one qualification to another, blagged my way into every job I have ever had and never stayed in one place for longer than six months. I can still remember every single word of Do the Bartman, could tell you the play list order of every Bros, Tiffany and Debbie Gibson album and yet, some days, I can’t even remember the reason why I went upstairs. I’ve never watched a film with sub-titles, never drank red wine or eaten sushi and one of my favourite foods is still Findus crispy pancakes. I still look for someone to hold my hand when I’m crossing a busy road, class Enid Blyton as one of my all time favourite authors, count on my fingers when I’m working out a sum and categorise everyone I meet by which school year they would have been in. I still look at a tree and assess its suitability for climbing, worry about getting my hair stuck in the grids when swimming under water or accidentally swallowing an apple pip and a tree growing in my stomach. I still get butterflies in my tummy every Christmas morning, convince myself that I can hear the distant sound of reindeer bells, and feel that familiar sense of disappointment when not one of my presents turns out to be Mr Frosty.

I still laugh at ridiculously childish jokes, can’t keep a straight face when somebody uses the correct term for genitals and have a whole host of premeditated “sad thoughts” to draw upon to counteract the hysteria that ensues when I laugh at inappropriate moments. I have never mastered the art of winged eye liner, French nail polish, plucking my own eyebrows or the latest craze, contouring. I still say “taping” for recording, still refer to all of my school friends as their maiden names and still truly believe that Charlie and the Chocolate factory is the most amazing film of all time. I never watch the news, read a newspaper and the limit of my knowledge of world news comes from snippets I have read on Facebook or via the Daily Mail app on my phone, solely downloaded for the purpose of celebrity gossip. I have never voted in a general, or local election, until last year where I epically failed, ticked the wrong box and learned the hard way that you cant put your hand back into the ballot box to retrieve your voting slip. And anyone who knows me will tell you, if it wasn’t for Google I wouldn’t have a single, factual thought in my head.

And if this makes me a terrible grown up then Ill take that title, and I’ll accept it whole heartedly. Because really, despite the fact that I am fast approaching forty, I’m still not quite ready to be a grown up at all. And if truth be told, I’m not sure that I ever will. So here I am, aged thirty six, with my sore back, aching joints, frown lines and grey hairs.

Still winging it.

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And to anyone who tells me that thirty six is time to be a grown up, you know what I say?

“Chinny chin chin!!!”.

 

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108 Comments

  1. January 22, 2016 / 3:58 pm

    AHHH! LOVE THIS POST! Hilarious. And a very happy birthday to you for tomorrow. This brought back so many brilliant playground memories. Don’t worry – most of us just pretend to ‘adult’ most of the time anyway. You sound way more fun! LPMx

    • January 22, 2016 / 3:59 pm

      Thank you!! Oh I’m sure there’s plenty of us winging our way through adulthood! Thanks for reading! Xxx

  2. January 22, 2016 / 4:21 pm

    Love it. Made me smile as I am turning 30 in a few weeks (ssshhhhh) and I have been looking back on my 20’s thinking ‘when did I become a grown up’…..I don’t think I did! #BinkyLinky

    • January 22, 2016 / 4:30 pm

      Oh 30, feels like only yesterday I celebrated mine!! Happy 30th for when it comes, lets wing it together!! Xx

  3. January 22, 2016 / 5:57 pm

    Ha ha! I turned 37 in November so edging nearer to 40 but feel quite ok with that. I suppose I’m a proper grown up now πŸ™‚

    • January 22, 2016 / 6:10 pm

      Oh you must be! Congratulations on your grown up status, maybe this time next year I’ll join you!! Xx

  4. January 22, 2016 / 5:58 pm

    #binkylinky lifeinthemumslane

  5. January 22, 2016 / 6:58 pm

    Growing old doesn’t mean you have to grow up! Happy birthday for tomorrow xx

    • January 22, 2016 / 7:03 pm

      Exactly! Thank you, and thanks for reading!! Xxx

  6. Mumsmodulus
    January 23, 2016 / 8:19 am

    As a (n immature) 37 year old I got all nostaligic reading this. It reminded me of the bad perm I had age 13, my first crush (John Travolta followed by Patrick Swayze), wearing hoodies because they were coo-el, the first record I bought (Rick Astley) and waiting for the telephone (landline!!!!) to ring. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Xx

    • January 23, 2016 / 10:36 am

      Haha your comment made me laugh. My first crush was Jeremy Jackson from Baywatch, cringe!! And yes! The land line! You couldn’t have a private conversation without your parents (or in my case my brother!) ear-wigging every word you said! Thank you, 36 is so far so good!!! Xxx

  7. January 23, 2016 / 1:43 pm

    I loved this post so much. “Packed” I haven’t heard that for years. I still can’t do winged eyeliner either. I turn 37 next week. Thanks for linking up to #FridayFrolics

    • January 23, 2016 / 5:25 pm

      Haha it’s crazy isn’t it! You’re packed!! I remember it like yesterday! The mortification when a boy you have never spoke to, let alone kissed, packed you for your best friend! HA! Happy birthday for next week, thanks for reading!! xxx

  8. Robyn
    January 23, 2016 / 9:53 pm

    I enjoyed reading this so much, at around the same age I can relate to many of the things you remember from growing up (although not all of them, apparently some of these phenomena never made it as far as New Zealand!) I’ve been feeling this a lot lately too when I realised how quickly 40 is approaching and having a hard time thinking of myself as the grown up I really should be!

    • January 24, 2016 / 12:31 pm

      Oh wow how funny that some of these things travelled so far! Did you say chinny or was that just a British quirk?! Forty feels very close right now but I’m hoping to embrace it!! Will see how that pans out! Thanks for reading. Xx

  9. January 23, 2016 / 10:19 pm

    Happy Birthday!!! You look fabulous! And I am 42 and still don’t feel like a grown up most days. Some days when my body doesn’t want to work right I feel 80 but nothing some Ibuprofen can’t fix. Hope you have a wonderful day and embrace your age and wisdom…even if you still call mom for info πŸ˜‰ I am visiting from #justanotherlinky

    • January 24, 2016 / 12:26 pm

      Thank you! Oh absolutely, my body feels double my years but my mind will always be that of a teenager!! Xxx

  10. Nige
    January 24, 2016 / 7:31 pm

    Very funny post thanks for linking to the Binkylinky

    • January 24, 2016 / 7:35 pm

      Thanks for hosting Nige! Xx

  11. January 24, 2016 / 8:16 pm

    I turned 29 earlier in the month and I don’t feel 29 at all. Kinda dreading the big 3-0, but it’s a number I guess! Thanks for linking up to the #BinkyLinky

    • January 24, 2016 / 9:15 pm

      29?! Oh you’re just a baby!!! I remember turning 30 like it was yesterday, enjoy the last year for your twenties! Thanks for reading!! Xx

  12. January 25, 2016 / 5:02 pm

    Happy Birthday! You share your birthday with my daughter, who just turned eleven Saturday. I’m a few years behind you, but I agree that it’s by no means time to grow up πŸ˜‰

    • January 25, 2016 / 5:13 pm

      Oh happy birthday to your daughter!! I have an eleven year old son, it’s a great age! Thanks for reading! xx

  13. January 25, 2016 / 5:21 pm

    Happy Birthday! Be forever young. It will serve you well.

    • January 25, 2016 / 5:59 pm

      Thank you! That’s the plan!! 😘

  14. January 25, 2016 / 5:27 pm

    What a fab post. You look really good for your age! Happy Birthday lovely
    Thank you so much for linking up to #justanotherlinky

    • January 25, 2016 / 5:59 pm

      Thank you! I feel every one of my years today though, am truly frazzled!! Thanks for reading. Xx

  15. Mary-The Boondocks Blog
    January 25, 2016 / 5:38 pm

    Horray for grey hairs and ache backs… and the wisdom that comes with them, as you have shown us in your post above. You don’t ever have to grow up because your kids will keep you young forever! Sometimes reality might get in the way, but that’s ok. Happy Young 36th to you!

    • January 25, 2016 / 6:00 pm

      Thank you!! You’re so right, I’m going to embrace every ache and grey hair, my kids most definitely do keep me young! The best way to deal with them some days is simply to join in! Thanks for reading! Xx

  16. January 25, 2016 / 6:21 pm

    You have totally just described my childhood.Actually probably closer to my entire life!!Those slouch socks,I loved them and my rock solid Sun-In orange perm.Absolutely brilliant x #fartglitter

    • January 25, 2016 / 6:47 pm

      We’ve all been there with the sun-in. I also had the orange perm, bad times!! Slouch socks were high maintenance weren’t they? Thank god that crazy passed! Thanks for reading!! Xx

    • January 25, 2016 / 7:06 pm

      Thirty five is still mid thirties, I feel like thirty six is closer to forty than ever! Either way, winging it is the way forward. Thanks for reading!! Xx

  17. January 25, 2016 / 8:47 pm

    I love this post, I found myself nodding along to it all, I used to love my Bennetton jumpers and crispy pancakes were the best – I have not had one in years though. I am 35 this year and I feel like I am winging it – I cannot believe that I am in charge of 2 kids!!! Hope you had a lovely birthday xxx

    • January 25, 2016 / 9:06 pm

      Thank you! I had a bit of a findus crispy pancake obsession when I was pregnant with Lewis, I ate a box a day! The minced beef ones were my favourite!! I often can’t believe that I am in charge of four children each day or mature enough to have a husband and a mortgage! It’s good to know that I’m not alone! Thanks for reading. Xxx

  18. January 26, 2016 / 2:42 am

    Happy Brithday! Whata great trip down memory lane! I’m amazed at all the things you can recall — I’d blotted out much of these gems! I completely agree about not feeling like a grown-up! I still can’t believe that I can have chocolate cake for breakfast and only my toddler can tell me not to (but on;y if I don’t share …) Visiting from #mg

    • January 26, 2016 / 8:31 am

      Thank you! I am exactly the same! Sometimes when I’m in the house on my own (holding my make shift weapon and cowering at every noise!) I can’t actually believe that nobody is here baby sitting me!! πŸ˜‚ And chocolate cake for breakfast? Hell yes!! Thanks for reading. Xxx

  19. January 26, 2016 / 11:31 am

    Loved this post. I turn 30 soon and I’m not quite sure how I feel about it, one minute I’m excited the next sad about leaving my 20’s behind (I don’t feel like I’m old enough to be 30!) I hope you have a lovely Birthday and thanks for this trip down memory road. #abitofeverything

    • January 26, 2016 / 12:17 pm

      Thank you! Thirty was a big one for me, I didn’t feel ready to be thirty at all, it felt so old! Now through, closer to forty than thirty, I feel a little panicky about the fact that I really AM getting old!! Enjoy your 30th when it comes, and keep winging it!!! Xx

  20. January 26, 2016 / 1:53 pm

    Fab post! I’m 42 and you’ve got the best to come – hitting 40 is amazing! You just no longer care what anyone around you does or say and you generally have a more oh **** it attitude! Age is absolutely nothing other than a number – enjoy every moment you young girl you! #twinklytuesday xx

    • January 26, 2016 / 2:43 pm

      You’re not the first to tell me that about turning 40, the number of women who’ve said the same is crazy. I’m looking forward to that attitude most definitely! I’ve spent such a long time worrying about what others think of me or focusing on the negatives and I do find that with each passing year I am getting a little braver with my opinions and my choices! I’m just not enjoying the grey hairs and the wrinkles. Gahhh!! Thanks for reading!! Xxx

  21. Izzie Anderton
    January 26, 2016 / 2:31 pm

    Hope you had a fabulous birthday, I hope you’ll continue to wing it for many years to come! I’ll be 48 next month and still feel as though I’m pretending to be a grown-up most days.
    #ALittleBitOfEverything

    • January 26, 2016 / 2:44 pm

      Thank you, I did! I think I’ll be winging it way into my 80s, isn’t that half of the fun? Thanks for reading!! Xxx

  22. January 26, 2016 / 3:02 pm

    Ha I’m 36 and can totally relate to this – glad to hear it’s not just me playing at being a grown up πŸ™‚ Have a great birthday!! x

    • January 26, 2016 / 3:16 pm

      Thank you! Thirty six is turning out to be okay afterall! I love that there are so many of us fake grown ups out there!! Xx

  23. January 26, 2016 / 4:13 pm

    Such a fun post…hope you had the happiest birthday!! #mg

    • January 26, 2016 / 5:16 pm

      Thank you! I really did! Xx

  24. January 26, 2016 / 7:33 pm

    Hope you had a great birthday! I can relate to this as I was 40 (arghhhh!) last year. Even saying it still scares me witless. I love your list of reminiscing about pop music and sayings from the 90s. And I wonder if at any point you ever do actually feel like a grown up? Or if we’ll still be wondering the same thing when we’re in our 90s! #TwinklyTuesday

    • January 26, 2016 / 9:48 pm

      I did, thank you! Ahhh the big 4-0!! How is it? I’m thinking I’ll still feel the way I do now whether I’m 40 or 90. I’m the worst kind of grown up, and I like it!!! Xx

      • January 26, 2016 / 10:25 pm

        TBH I haven’t had much time to think about it. We were going through some horrible family times last year when my husband and I turned 40 so not much celebrating going on. When I remember, I freak out because I truly still feel the same way that I did when I was 22!! X

        • January 26, 2016 / 10:28 pm

          Oh I’m so sorry to hear that. Maybe you should celebrate your 41st’s when they come. Xxx

          • January 26, 2016 / 10:31 pm

            Thank you, we have a weekend away planned end of Feb to celebrate our 40ths so I’ll let you know. Might have got my head round being that old by then too! Xx

          • January 26, 2016 / 11:16 pm

            Ahh enjoy!! And you’re not old, far from it! 40 is the new 30, or so I’m told!!! Xx

  25. January 26, 2016 / 9:06 pm

    You sound just perfect the way you are. Age is a silly number. Take it from me. I’m 633 months old! πŸ˜‰

    • January 26, 2016 / 9:49 pm

      Haha thank you! I just tried to work that out in years but I’m far too tired! I’ll assume you mean 21…😜xx

  26. moderatemum
    January 26, 2016 / 10:15 pm

    Hope you had a great birthday! I don’t know about acting it but you certainly don’t look it. I totally forget about chinny chin chin until you mentioned it! #TwinklyTuesday

    • January 26, 2016 / 10:21 pm

      Aww thank you! I certainly feel it! πŸ˜‚ I’m trying to get Lewis to resurrect chinny amongst his friends but he’s not taking me on. His loss! Xx

  27. mackenzieglanville
    January 27, 2016 / 11:06 am

    you have such gorgeous eyes! Actually you are just gorgeous full stop! Loved this post and happy birthday! I feel like you I should feel grown up and in many ways I know I am, but I still call my dad to help me too! Funny aren’t we? I guess in someways we will always be that little girl #mg

    • January 27, 2016 / 3:56 pm

      Aww thank you so much! That’s really put a smile on my face, I think the older we get the harder we are on ourselves. I’m the first to point out my flaws or scrutinise my grey hairs, I certainly don’t feel gorgeous these days!
      And yes! I often wonder at what point will I become the grown up and the roles will reverse in that I will care for my own parents the way they have cared for me. Not for a very long time I hope. Thanks for hosting. xxx

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  29. January 29, 2016 / 2:32 am

    Feeling exactly the same and sharing a lot of those memories. MY mum reckons she doesn’t feel like a grown up yet so I guess we can all live in perpetual Peter-Pan-dom together.

    #fartglitter

  30. January 29, 2016 / 12:40 pm

    Brilliant post!
    We are all winging it, unless you’re supernanny or Gina Ford – then apparently you know everything.

    Ah, the good old days of Naf Naf.
    I find it amazing that at primary school kids were demanding to wear Spliffy merchandise (no, I’m not joking – he was a character that smoked a spliff as the name suggests, how horrendous is that?!)
    Also bomber jackets that had fake plastic bullets in the arm pocket… πŸ™ˆπŸ™ŠπŸ˜‚
    And kickers shoes. I had many a tantrum that I couldn’t have a pair and was being dragged to Startrite again…

    You’re doing wonderfully. Keep on ‘winging it’ and pushing on.xx

    • January 29, 2016 / 1:10 pm

      Haha I remember bomber jackets, I had an amazing maroon and black one and my brother had a matching one in black and grey! I don’t remember spliffy, maybe I wasn’t as coo-el as I thought!!
      My son has Kickers shoes now! Β£60!!! Should have gone to Startrite!!
      Thanks for reading!! xxx

  31. The Anxious Dragon
    January 29, 2016 / 7:42 pm

    Well I’m the grand old age of 42, so very ancient!! ActuallyI found turning 40 was a turning point because people (my mum) stopped expecting me to behave like a grown up.
    Thanks for linking up, Tracey xx #abitofeverything

    • January 29, 2016 / 9:43 pm

      Oh you’re hardly ancient! I think your 40s are all about having fun, I’m looking forward to that! Thanks for hosting. Xxx

  32. January 29, 2016 / 7:42 pm

    Love this! Happy birthday lovely lady. Do we have to be grown ups?! Lol. Thanks for linking up to #justanotherlinky xx

    • January 29, 2016 / 9:44 pm

      Thank you!! Being a grown up sucks, I’m sticking with winging it…thanks for hosting! Xx

  33. January 30, 2016 / 12:56 pm

    Life flies by so fast, how does it happen? I feel so grown up sometimes but I don’t at the same time. Winging it definitely sums up what most of us are doing in this life, I think. Thanks for linking up to #MarvMondays! Kaye xo

    • January 30, 2016 / 3:54 pm

      Thanks Kaye, glad to hear we are all winging it together! xx

  34. newmummyblogcom
    February 1, 2016 / 10:13 pm

    Awwww happy birthday! I love how you remembered so much from your childhood – I remember all of that too, now you’ve jogged my memory!! Hahaha!
    I hope you had a lovely birthday and remember, you’re only as old as you feel… so pick an age πŸ˜€

    Thank you for sharing and hope you can this week too #TheBabyFormula

    • February 1, 2016 / 10:18 pm

      Thank you!! I’m going to pick 30 I think! πŸ˜‚ Thanks for hosting, will be back this week! Xx

  35. February 5, 2016 / 8:43 pm

    Happy Belated Birthday. I’m so old I have to work out how old I am when anyone asks me!! Still not sure if it’s 36 or 37!! I loved reading this post. My nana used to say to me “You don’t know your born”!! Thanks for sharing #FabFridayPosts

    • February 5, 2016 / 8:47 pm

      Thank you!! When someone asks my age I really want to say 30 because in my head I think I stuck at that age!! Whatever the age, I’m still not a grown up! Thanks for reading! xx

  36. February 11, 2016 / 5:37 pm

    That is one hell of a list. How long did it take you to think of all that?! Love it. But two things we need to clear up: you’re not pushing 40 if you’ve just turned 36. You’re pushing 40 about 3 months before you turn 40. I know what I’m talking about here! I had my first kid when I was 36 btw. Great age πŸ™‚ And the red wine thing. I can’t continue to fall in further blog love with you if you don’t fix that. #justsaying
    #abitofeverything

    • February 11, 2016 / 8:46 pm

      Haha this made me laugh, that’s good to know and that means forty is wayyyyy off!!! Phew!!! As for the red wine thing, I’ve tried, I really have, I just can’t get to grips with it!! The only alcohol I like, and this is why I will never be a real grown up, is anything that doesn’t taste of alcohol!! Thank you for reading!!! Xxxx

      • February 11, 2016 / 10:40 pm

        lol. well that explains why you look so young! not a bad problem to have x

        • February 11, 2016 / 10:42 pm

          Ahh thank you! I feel I look every one of my years and then some!! πŸ˜‚xx

  37. February 15, 2016 / 11:01 am

    Love this! As. 33-year-old (albeit one who grew up on the other side of the pond), I can really relate to most of these things. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory really is one if the best movies ever!

    • February 15, 2016 / 2:41 pm

      Haha isn’t it?! I was so disappointed with the re-make, it really wasn’t the same! Thanks for reading! xx

  38. April 7, 2016 / 10:12 am

    Happy Birthday! You are definitely winning at winging it! πŸ˜‰ Oh and you’re not old btw πŸ˜‰ Made me giggle though when you mentioned Tiffany and Debbie Gibson, now I’ll be singing “Electric Youth” in my head the whole day! πŸ™‚

    • April 7, 2016 / 3:43 pm

      Ooh Electric Youth! Loved that one!! Life was so much more simple back then wasn’t it? Thanks for reading. xx

    • April 7, 2016 / 3:42 pm

      Haha me either! And I’m not sure I want to!

  39. April 7, 2016 / 6:06 pm

    I loved my Mr Frosty and I was always disappointed when I never got a Barbie! I am 42 this year and don’t feel old although when I look in the mirror I am starting to look my age (gutted). I am glass half full girl though!

    • April 7, 2016 / 7:04 pm

      Oh I’m so jealous, I still feel bitter about never having got one! It is quite scary when you see your reflection ageing but I like your attitude! xx

  40. April 7, 2016 / 6:40 pm

    As someone almost 8 years older, I can relate to explaining my childhood to our kids who just look aghast. No internet? No mobile phones? What did you do all the time? We went outside!

    • April 7, 2016 / 7:03 pm

      Haha yes!!! I would love that childhood for my children, sadly times have changed!

  41. April 7, 2016 / 9:53 pm

    We have lots of similarities. Hubby says I laugh at silly jokes and my jokes are very silly too. I think it is never time to grow up, we are fine just as we are! πŸ™‚
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    • April 8, 2016 / 4:20 pm

      Haha I have such a childish sense of humour, I definitely haven’t grown out of that! Thanks for reading. xx

  42. April 8, 2016 / 5:28 am

    I turn 38 this year and relate to everything you said, i remember all those things from school naff naff and Bros, im glad to hear im not the only one that is forgetful though, sometimes i think im loosing it already haha πŸ™‚ Marie

    • April 8, 2016 / 4:19 pm

      Me too!! I actually googled dementia yesterday as I couldn’t for the life of me get the names right of my kids! Ha! Thanks for reading! xx

  43. April 8, 2016 / 7:57 am

    I am the other side of 40 and am still winging it. At least once a week expect my headmistress to approach and firmly return me to the classroom.

    • April 8, 2016 / 4:11 pm

      Haha yes! I think I will always feel that way! I don’t think that its a bad thing, it’s great to feel young isn’t it? xx

  44. April 8, 2016 / 9:58 am

    Happy Birthday! I hope you had a lovely day. I think no matter how old we get we’re all winging it. I’ve just turned 26 and I’m caught in the middle of feeling really young and really old all at the same time!

    • April 8, 2016 / 1:04 pm

      Twenty six!!! Ohhhh I envy you that!! Thanks for reading! xx

  45. April 8, 2016 / 8:19 pm

    Ha Naf Naf is a brand I havent heard about in such a long time, memories!

    • April 9, 2016 / 3:54 pm

      Everyone had a Naf Naf jacket!! And a Benetton jumper!! I think my Naf Naf jacket was a knock off version off the market, but it still rocked!! HA! xx

  46. April 10, 2016 / 2:05 pm

    I love this post so much!! I’m 30 in September and hubby’s just turned 39, sometimes we look at how freaking responsible we are these days and we just have to goof around a bit to maintain some youth and silliness, it’s important!xx

    • April 10, 2016 / 7:44 pm

      Haha yes me and my husband are the same!! We often say if any of our friends could see the way we act behind closed doors that we might not have any friends at all! HA! xx

  47. Steph
    April 11, 2016 / 3:12 am

    You certainly don’t look 36! Beautiful lady! Great post – I’d forgotten about a lot of the products that used to be so popular! Fruit of the Loom! X

    • April 11, 2016 / 8:14 pm

      Ahh thank you!! I certainly feel it!! Feels a long time ago doesn’t it although I will never forget my first pair of LA Gear trainers and my purple zip off shell suit!! πŸ˜‚ xx

  48. April 11, 2016 / 8:32 am

    To be honest I think that life is about winging it and most of what you go through is spontaneous living. Good luck love xx

    • April 11, 2016 / 8:10 pm

      Thank you! If it’s all about winging it then I’ve had plenty of practice!! Xx

  49. April 29, 2016 / 11:11 pm

    This really made me chuckle. I relate to so much! Take us back to the 90’s!! πŸ™‚ x

    • April 30, 2016 / 9:22 am

      Haha yep, life was so much easier back then!! Xx

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