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{March 31, 2009}   What year is it?

So, clearly during the typing of my previous blog post, I mistook the mineral turpentine for vodka.  As I imbibed, drowning my pitiful sorrows, I announced to the world that I am 36.  That’s right….36!  Soooooo what!?  Well……..I’m 35. Apparently, according to my mathematical wiz husband, a person born in 1973 in the month of September is still only 35.  Who knew? 

 No, I didn’t lie to get in good with all the over 35s in the audience.  I really believed I was 36.  See, you reach a certain point, and it’s just not cute to brag about your age.  When I was 25 I was more than happy to let the world know of my youth, particularly if surrounded by a group of “older” mums.  Cries of  “Oh you’re just a baby” made me squirm with pleasure.  Now, I’m the one saying it to the youngies.  

I’m rambling I know, so here’s my point!  When people stop asking, you really have no reason to remember.  It’s a bit like your PIN (notice I didn’t say PIN number!) for your ATM card.  Stick it in, push the buttons, money’s exchanged.  It’s second nature, thinking not required.  But sometimes you catch yourself, and then bingo!  The number is gone, and you’re standing in the line mentally bashing yourself whilst the people behind you are thinking a similar thing.  So, this is what’s happened with the age thing. People stopped asking. 

  Not that I mind being 36, in fact it sounds a bit sexy.  Like I could still be hot at 36! 

 And 35, well it’s a bit like standing in the middle of a see saw.  I could go either way.  A couple of drinks on a sunday afternoon and I could very easily go sliding back to 31, and still get away with it.

  I guess  the thing that scared me most about 36 was that 37 was next!  I’d done a Rip van Winkle and lost a year…..and I’ve got such high hopes for 36! 

 Not that I could tell you what they are.  It’s just a feeling.  But to give you an idea, here’s a list of things I wont be doing at 36!

  • Making out with a stranger ( hell doing it with my husband is strange enough)

  • Joining a fight club ( for starters, I can never keep anything to myself)

  • Starting my own band ( why share the spot light when clearly I am already bigger than the Beatles?!)

  • Not sit in my car at the local pub, pointing my hairdryer at cars as they drive by  (coz that’s just mischief…..right…….?)

  • I will not be taking anymore “natural” poses of myself with my webcam. 

  • I will stop going into the changerooms at Myer and then announcing in a loud voice “There’s no toilet paper in here!”  (seriously, those bitches deserved it!)

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  • I will stop getting upset when my husband doesn’t remember “anniversaries”(his therapist is starting to get suspicious.  Like she’d know when the tenth anniversary of the first time we washed the car together was!)

 Folks it’s a real issue.  Truthfully, despite the maths, I think the MOTH could be wrong!

 ” Shhhhhhhhhhhh”….don’t tell him that though.

  He’s starting to doubt that his hair has stopped growing! 

 Gonna have to be a little more careful with the nocturnal haircuts from now on!

 

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{January 5, 2009}   All the Things that Mum said.

As the eldest of three girls in my family, the advice dished out to me by my mother always had an interesting tinge to it. Particularly in my pre-teen years, when the awkward question came thick and fast, her responses while always prompt and accurate-ish, were sometimes a little peculiar.

For example:

As a young woman it is important to NEVER shave above your knees. Why? Well according to the philosophy of Mum, it’s uncomfortable for your husband in bed! At twelve years of age, I could care less about my husbands comfort, and told her so. She insisted that I wasn’t getting her point. I assured her I did….and I still didn’t care. Still don’t!

Something I never understood was the constant referring to the dictionary. It was like the 70s parents bible to half assed parenting! “Muuuum, how do you spell complicated?” Response? “Look it up in the dictionary!” Are you freakin’ serious? What is it, a state secret? I doubt ASIO is waiting anxiously for parents Australia wide to slip up and give there kids a straight answer for once! If there was ever a time when kids should have been permitted to slap their parent swiftly up the side of the head..this was it!

Never drink wine and eat watermelon at the same time. Apparently it’s not the copious amounts of alcohol consumed that leads to nausea and vomiting the next day. It’s the watermelon fermenting in your stomach!

Only boring people get bored! Truthfully, I actually believe this to be true. However at the time, I was severally tempted to point out how boring in fact that saying was!

“Oral sex….is talking about it!” Well obviously. This statement was followed by..”And that’s not a very polite question.” Awkward!

Young ladies always sit with their legs closed. Now I know this is a fairly traditional standard. To my mind though, a man has way more to show off. Having sat across from several exposed gonads in my time, I can assure you that a bit of pink lace (and the occasional Hello Kitty) are much preferable. And less likely to be permanently etched on the psyche!

Dry cleaning is a scam! Actually this is one of my own Mumisms. The MOTH is a dry cleaning fanatic, but is always disappointed with the returned result. I can only shake my head at his naïveté and remind him that all dry cleaning involves is hanging your clothes out in the fresh air.

On a side note, my nine year old recently explained to me that women use sanitary napkins in case they wet themselves on the way to the toilet! Seems like I’ve got some awkward explaining of my own to do! Wish me luck!

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