Oh the nerves, the nerves; the mysteries of this machine called man! Oh the little that unhinges it, poor creatures that we are! ~Charles Dickens

As promised the post that is all about ME. Yep now you get to meet the crap side of the person that is Sigga, the one that constantly scowls at the world, thinking that she has somehow been hard done by. It takes so much effort sometimes to get over myself- i often wonder why I am not on medications... The thing is I think I have finally realised we make our own shit and whether we revel in it or drown in it - it is basically up to us....

As you can see from the above I don´t seem like a very pleasant young child, I have no idea if I was a happy young person or not - my brothers and sisters will have to enlighten you on that - my memories from this period of my life consist of head injuries... maybe that is why I am as I am.

Later in life I put a lot of store in family and I always wanted everyone to be happy and to be happy according to my "rules", which I think were often never expressed out loud so my family never knew what internal dramas were taking place - most of these took place at Christmas - where according to my thinking everything was meant to be perfect.

This picture reflects the fact that obviously that Christmas did not go according to plan.

Yet another Christmas shot - you can see by the shoulders I am just about holding it together for the family photo. I don´t know how many years I expected Christmas to be perfect and it never was... At last now that I am in my own home I have no pressure about how Christmas should be - it just is - and I love it.

Now not so whiny shots... me when we arrived in Australia... not happy - but not sad...

Me and my cousin Elín... something I have to come to terms with on my own (It´s called inferiority complex - self created and self fed... before I die I will have worked this one out)

Another complex to overcome... I was the virgin Mary in our Christmas play - had to ride a donkey and all....

And I was an awkward 7 year old

And finally... whiny Sigga at her best - but hey the rest seemed quite happy...