Missing

I haven’t written anything here for a while. When I do write something it’s meaningless posts. I’m not stopping to write but for a while I have decided to only use Instagram. I would be excited if you would join me there! My account is cecilia.helin.39. Take care!

Dating

I used to date a lot when I was younger. When I write date I mean just date not sleep around with every man I met. Now I’m single and I never wanna have a romantic relationship again. I dated much especially in the 90’s. Then there were no internet or online dating. You often met someone at a club or at a party.

I once met a man at a club me and my friends often went to. I don’t remember a lot about how we met. He probably asked me to dance and we began talking. We decided to go on a date. I don’t remember what we did on our date either but we could have had dinner or something. We didn’t drink alcohol. I remember that because of what occured next. We had our date and he told me he had a motorcycle. He didn’t use it to get to the date but we began talking about the motorcycle. He asked if I would go for a ride on it. I did. He told me to wait in town for him when he went home to get it. That’s why I remember we didn’t drink alcohol. Otherwise we wouldn’t have done it. He came back after a short while. He came with his bike and a helmet for me. We decided to go skinny dipping at a beach where I used to go during the summer. This was summer but in the evening. We went to the beach. There would just be an evening swim nothing else.

We got to the beach, parked the bike in the parking lot. The beach was a couple of minutes away. We went there and went in the water for a while. We were both fascinated with the light our movements created in the water. After this we got dressed. We went to the parking lot and………..the bike was totally stripped of everything! The wheels, engine and everything else was gone! The thiefs had left some parts. They could have taken the whole bike instead of leaving what they left. My date went hysterical. I often laugh in these situations and had to hide how hilarious I found everything about it. At this time no one had cell phones. We had to knock at the door of some random house and use their phone to call someone to pick us and the “bike” up. This was a sign of things to come. He was mentally abusing me and I left him shortly after we met. A “fun” date.

Words

I didn’t have any other idea for the title than that. I thought I would make my first post this year a bit on the funnier side. This is about things you don’t wanna hear. The wrong words at the wrong time!

The first wrong words are when you’re on a flight somewhere. The captain of the plain talks to you over the speaker system at least one time on every flight. I always feel safe when he or she sounds calm and like they’ve just eaten something. And they say the same things captain’s always say. “We are at this and this height” and so on. You don’t wanna hear this. The captain doesn’t know the speaker system is on. “What is this button?” And then “I shouldn’t have pushed it.” Crash!

Mama bear with glasses!

You’re at a restaurant. You hear from the kitchen “What do you mean you put rat poison in the soup instead of salt.” Not only have they poisoned the soup but they have a rat problem!

Little white nose and ears!

You’ve had surgery done. The doctor’s don’t think you hear them. “The right leg? I thought it was the left.”

You leave the hair salon. Before you go the hair stylist says “Oh and if you hair falls out……….” Just that. You’ve probably had your hair bleached too long. I once had a perm and lost half my hair. They should have told me the lose your hair part. Then I would have been prepared!

That was some situations you don’t wanna find yourself in.

Happy new year to all of you!

Having fun

I don’t feel that talking to a psychologist about my mental illnesses helps. I feel that talking about how I feel and why I feel like I do makes me feel worse. It’s a relief that there is that help out there for those who need it but to me it makes me more sad. And I don’t like talking about myself. I never have.

I remember when I was very depressed I found that seeing a psychologist was a waist of time to me. I always want to please everyone. When I visit someone to talk about my problems with I feel it’s important to make them feel they’re doing a good job. I say things like “I’ve never thought about it that way. You made me see things from another perspective.” I think “I already knew that can I please leave now?”

My psychologist I have now told me that not everyone feel that talking about somethings help. She was very smart that she noticed that about me. She said that we’ll stop seeing each other until I feel like I want to. To me it was hard going to our meetings cause that made me go through all the hard things we talked about again. Instead of thinking about my childhood and everything I’ve been through I try to find things that make me laugh.

The thing that makes me laugh can be lots of things. I love funny photos. Here are some of them.

“I’ll never think about a circus the same way again.”
“Always think about the animals first.”

Both are from my Instgram cecilia.helin.39

That’s my sense of humor.

It looks very much like I don’t have eyes here!

Needle

I think many of you grew up during the era where everyone wore shoulder pads. You couldn’t have too big shoulder pads! Many tops and those kinds of clothes had sewn in shoulder pads but we often added lose ones to get bigger shoulders. You never left the house without some added shoulders.

I have a memory from back then. It is rather funny. Most shoulder pads came with velcro. That made it easy to attach them to your clothes. I remember one time we were going out to a club. I wore a shirt without small He hshoulder pads, or no pads, and I wanted to add some to the shirt. The pads didn’t have velcro on them. I always used a sewing needle to attach those pads to the clothes.

This time I had to use needles. Sometimes the sharp end of needle “stuck” out of the shirt or whatever you wore. I remember this boy that tried to dance with me and wanted to go home together. He put his hand on my shoulder……….and the needle. That was not what he had expected! I didn’t want to have anything to do with him. Saved by the needle! He thought I wanted to be with him but the needle told him no! All of you feeling you want to get rid of an boy or girl that’s annoying you use a shoulder pad with a needle. Funny memory.

Funnier

I think everyone has to have something that makes you feel good. It can be anything as long as you don’t hurt yourself or someone else. Especially when your suffer from any kind of illness. To me that is music.

I have always been singing. Singing, playing instruments, writing songs and performing. For a long time because of my illnesses I didn’t do anything that had to do with music. I wanted to however I didn’t allow myself to do anything funny. To me funny is all about music. A while ago I began singing karaoke online. I just did it. My voice was shaky because I hadn’t used it for such a long time. I couldn’t find the strength in my voice I used to have. I began singing everyday and I found myself both enjoying and allowing myself to have fun. Now I take singing lessons and I love it. To many think I’m too old to do it but I don’t care. It’s my life and I decide what I do.

I want to begin playing the guitar again. But because there are many karaoke sites online I don’t have to play myself. I don’t mean I’ll never play the guitar again but for now online music is what makes me wanna sing.

I’m on the site “Smule”.

Silly joke

I don’t know but is this what they call a “gated community”? It looks very safe…………

Very big

“-This yoghurt is too big for me. You have to eat half!”

This is the smallest yoghurt I’ve ever bought! It’s tasty though.

Funny

I have to say sorry in advance because of the disgusting content (unless you have a dog or you are a dogsitter).

I know what dog owner and dog sitters have in common if there is more than one human in the family. The talk. This is how the talk would sound like if us humans had it with each other.

-Have you peed and pooped today?

-Yes. I pooped once but it took a while before I pooped. I went to the toilet many times before I got some poo out.

-How many times did you pee?

-One long pee and then I did some “marking” pees so everyone using the toilet after me would know I had been there.

-What did the poo look like?

-It was fine.

For those that never had the dog talk it goes like this.

-Has the dog peed and pooped today?

-It did a long pee then it “pee marked” countless times.

-What did the poo look like?

-It looked perfect.

Haha that photo! It is spot on!

I know it’s disgusting but that’s what the dog talk sounds like. With Kajsa (my dog I had to have put down) me and my mom had that talk almost everyday. It was “she peed so many times I lost count”, “we walked and walked but she didn’t pooped”, “she peed almost nothing”, “she pooped many times”.

You never think of how it sounds like. And if Kajsa didn’t poo we talked about where we would walk on the next walk to make her do it! “We go to the forest she always poo’s there.”

I was dog sitting a dog and the first time I met the dog owner she said “She always pee’s and poop’s first thing in the morning when we go for the morning walk. ” And all I thought was “how wonderful then the morning walk will go smoothly.”

Dog people are crazy!

Laughing

I have an idea what to give your kids when it’s their birthday! How about this book about a red dog named Clifford. He’s teaching your kid about what’s important. Or…………… I don’t know when I have read the fine print (I don’t know if that’s the right word). Never mind buy it and your kids will grow up reeeeeeeally fast!