I saw this picture today and it got me thinking about what I wanted to do when I was little.
When I was a little girl, I had dreams. I had goals. I had planned out my whole life. Everything was going to be easy, I was going to be rich and my wedding was going to be the most talked about event ever.
While at primary school, I believed that I was going to be married by 23, have my first kid at 25 and be able to retire at the grand old age of 50…rich. All I knew was that I would be settled in a nice big house and be an actress come model come singer (none of this 9-5 office malarkey).
So here I am now, 22, with a Sports and Marketing degree under my belt, childless and single. I’m not a famous actress as I can’t remember reams and reams of script, I’m not a model as im only 5’5 and im not a singer because my voice could make dogs howl. The 10year old me would consider my life now, a failure. The more (and i use this word loosely) mature version, is glad she doesn’t have to worry about mortgages, wedding funds, living in a good school area and the rest that goes with it. Although a large piece of me would love to retire at 50.
Many of my friends have kids and the odd few are engaged or married, although I am happy for all of them, I know that I can go out, get rat arsed and not be guilty the next day that I’ve spent the food/gas/car money. I don’t think settling down young is right for everybody, heck, I know it’s not right for me. Everyday when I spot a young mum shout at their daughter ‘Beyonce’ for calling their little brother a ‘c**t’, I’m grateful I wasn’t a teen mum, living in a highrise with 3 different baby daddies (That’s a post for another time).
There is very little I wouldn’t do to swap this
If I win the euromillions, I know what im going to do first!
I have fallen off the healthy eating wagon one too many times! This time, as WordPress as my witness, I will stick to eating healthy and doing daily exercises!
I was so thin at university. Back when a few packets of crisps, squash and afew sweets could do you for the day. Now im chomping on PizzaHut while keeping an eye on the chips and fatty burgers in the oven! Long gone are the days when size 10s were loose and my abs could be seen due to lack of belly fat.
If I actually stick to a healthy eating plan, by Christmas I’ll be able to gorge like no mans business! Here’s to stuffing my face during christmas!
I’ve spent a lot of time watching Jeremy Kyle, not just while I was a student (#shame). Whether I have been employed or ‘in-between jobs’ I’ve always managed to make time for Jezza. There is something both relaxing and exciting about it. The same episode can have you laughing and gasping, judging and empathising. Like a drug which decreases your IQ, so is The Jeremy Kyle Show.
I’ve seen some real beauties on the show…some with teeth, most without. One thing is certain, you don’t have to be good-looking to be on TV anymore. The lack of suitable makeup and clothing is the real shocker of the show. I can only assume they have decided that clothing (makeup and hair) isn’t more important than finding out who your baby’s father is or if your lover has slept with your best friend behind your back.
What is so addictive about the show which airs the issues the dregs of society (the unemployed, drug addicts whom have faces for radio) have? I find myself wrapped up in DNA and lie detector results, hoping for the juiciest outcome. Wondering how one persons life can lead to appearing on the show. At what point does your boyfriend or girlfriend turn to you and say ‘the only way to sort this out is on Jeremy Kyle’ or ‘I want you to do a lie detector on Jeremy Kyle’.
I leave you with a special Jezza clip, 10points to whoever can decode what they are saying.
I thought, for my first ever post I would share a YouTube video. I’ve watched this video about 5 times today and still find it hilarious!
When the slightly overweight owner of Benton (or Fenton) realises that he is in no way going to stop his dog from chasing the deer (this point occurs around the ‘Jesus Christ’ mutter)I cant help but to burst out laughing. One thing is for sure though…Benton wont be going to Richmond Park for walkies anytime soon!