Thursday, 28 April 2011

Retro Big F

I'm coming up on my first year blogiversary on May 4th and in that year so much has happened and I've written so many posts that I thought I would repost one or two of my older posts that some of you may have missed but I am still so proud of.

(No Paul Rudd naked this time guys, sorry bout that)




This one was posted on Wednesday, 29 September 2010. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it.


I'm A Grown Up!!! No-one told me!!!

Apparently at age 34, I am a grown up!!! (who knew) This crushing blow was dealt to me by my 10 year old daughter after I had busted some moves to the latest Taio Cruz son in the privacy of my own kitchen!!!!!



"What the hell are you doing?"



"Dancing"



"Well don't................... you are a grown up, it's just embarrassing" cue pitying look and sad shake of the head.



WHHHHHAAAAAATTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!



Seriously I don't think it had crossed my mind before!!! I still expect people to ask me what I want to be when I grow up (Usual answer, a Tree)



When did this happen? Responsibilities seem to have slipped through my letterbox with the bills while I was out with my friends having a great time and built up until that is it. BANG you're a grown-up.



I don't feel any different from when I was a teen. I still have the body of a 19 year old (avoids the disturbing desire to add, Yeah, buried in the basement) It is just that I buried her in a layer of fat. I still like all the latest songs. (I just get the odd word or two wrong....... there are no lyrics anymore, not like in my day..... oh crap)



And so what if when I was a teen I used to show my friends my latest purchase and shriek, "Look at this, FIFTY QUID this cost me" whereas now I say "Look, look, a FIVER, bargain or what"



I used to like Malibu & Pineapple, now give me a nice glass of wine and i'm happy. Does that HAVE to mean i'm a grown-up?



When does this grown-up thing happen anyway? I remember wishing for it when I was a teenager. It couldn't come quick enough. It was always used as a get-out-clause by parents wasn't it?



"When you are a grown-up, you will understand"



I hated those words, I yearned for that elusive grown-up status. Now, take it away, I didn't order this.



Being a grown up is scary. (Does this mean that I can't go on the swings in the park anymore) I prefer the idea of not labelling anyone a grown up. It sounds so staid and frankly quite boring. I want to carry on waving at strangers out of the car window as I drive past so that they spend the day wondering who that was in the car (juvenile, but so much fun as you watch them crane to see who it is they are waving to) I want to discuss which of the Jonas Bros I would Snog, Marry, Kill. (I will never share that info with anyone other than my diary)



So I will bust some moves to Taio Cruz, I will be found on the swings at the park.



(I have been reliably informed that if I do any of this within 200 ft of my children or anyone that they know, may know or could know in the future-they are calling Childline)



I'm a grown-up?



WHATEVER.
 
 
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3 comments

  1. I think one of the reasons the boyfriend and I have so far avoided the whole notion of having kids, is that undying hatred of the idea of being told that I have to grow up.

    I dread the day when a future child of mine tells me that I'm "too old" to play video games, or to wear bright green nail polish!

    Oh god, that's it. Kids are off the cards, I'm gonna be a teenager forever!

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  2. If grown up means no more swings I don't wanna go there *folds arm, stamps foot*

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  3. I'm 28. I only realised that I was a grown-up about a month ago (bear in mind, I have a 6-year-old). I was watching a repeat of Club Reps on Sky, used to love watching it when I was younger. Only difference: When I was younger, I used to watch it and think "OOh I SO want to go to Ibiza, it looks like such good fun". Last month, I was watching it thinking "Jesus, I hope her parents aren't watching that". Le sigh. Excuse me, I have some colouring to do ;-)

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