Tasmin and the Three Puddings

I'm still at Superdrug. I'm still applying for jobs. I am still going out at the weekend. Everything is 'Still' at the moment whilst I continue to attempt and plan some sort of successful life for myself.
At the moment I am running on auto-pilot, I have too much to think about, yet nothing to say, I have no idea what to think or do, yet I can't stop lying awake at night, thinking too many thinks to sleep,
In other words I am completely and utterly...Brain mushed.

We are moving house soon, this means this afternoon two big boxes of memories were left in my bedroom. Cards from when I was born, cards I have written, baby pictures, school pictures, school certificates, paintings, school books, folders and folders of writing. I seemed to like documenting my life when I was six, in fact there is a whole folder of 'documents', letters from friends and a4 pages that I use to write on holiday, along with pictures I'd drawn explaining what I had done that day.

It's really interesting to see it all, it reminds me that even in all this grown up scariness, when I see things I've written and things people have written about me, I realise that I'm still the same 6/7/8 etc etc year old that I was, obviously in a grown up body with slightly more grown up tendencies (kind of), but reminders are there that I am still the same person and that underneath all the current panic and confusion, I'm still just Tasmin.

There's a photo of me in bed asleep sucking my fingers with my teddy Huggles aged 6 in my bright yellow bedroom; I still go for the yellow straw/ yellow counter in a game/ yellow lollipop when given the option. I still have my Teddy bear Huggles (in fact he is sitting on my bed right now) and I still like sleep and I sometimes, occasionally, maybe...istillsometimessuckmyfingerseventhoughimtwentyonebutonlyinsecretsonooneknowsexceptmyfamilybecausetheyhaveseenmedoitforthelasttwentyoneyearssowhystopnowAHEEEEEEEEEEEEM.

There's my old child of the week certificates where my classmates describe me as 'She is the Cha-Cha Queen' (I think they mean the Cha-Cha slide in which case...correct) 'She is a dancing disco diva' (obvs), 'She is a real superstar' (duh), 'She has lovely neat handwriting' (It's now more of a mahoosive round print), 'She is a founding member of french club' (Je' Nem Pas la spaghetti, Bonjour mon petit fluer')  'She has custard legs' (Yes...Yes...I do)

One of my favourite findings was a 'post' I had written whilst on holiday in Florida.

So since my brain is mushed, this weeks blog is brought to you by Tasmin aged Nine and Eight Months:

TASMIN AND THE THREE PUDDINGS:
On Saturday after we had been to Blizzard Beach we went for a meal it was a buffet.
I wasnt very hungry so I just got myself some beef, mashpotato and some gravy: So I ate that everything going smoothly so far,
Then came the pudding:
Pudding NO1: I got myself some Jelly and Icecream well I though it was Ice-Cream but it wasn't. It was actually butter that I put had just loaded onto my plate on top of my jelly (well it looked like it, So I got another plate like it! and started again!
Pudding NO2: I got myself some ice-cream (real!) Jelly and some Jelly beans.
I had a lot on my plate and it looked lovely.
I couldn't wait to eat it! I went to the table and put it down. Just as I put it Down mum moved her arm knocking my pudding onto the floor. SPLAT! suddenly there was Ice cream and jelly  and jelly beans all over the floor! we had to call a waiter and sort it out! How embarassing:
3rd Pudding: LUCKY!

It could have been written last week, though if I wrote it last week, hopefully not every single Y would be back to front (unfortunately they don't have a keyboard option for that one..)

I've also found a picture of me dresses as a ballerina (I went to one class), A handmade card from my Uncle saying 'Congratulations on being born' (thanks) and a very curtainy looking dress which I like to think belongs to a doll, unfortunately I have baby pictures to prove otherwise!

Right..on to box number 2...