So, Here's the deal:

I am going to see about cancelling my membership in the Adult World. Yep, gonna nullify all connections and obligations with The Grown-up Club.

I do not want to be the one to get stuff for people, or clean up after people, I want some big person to do it all for me. Preferably someone whom I trust and love implicitly and who could swoop me up into their protective arms for cuddles or airplane rides, as I see fit.

I also do not want to pay bills or taxes. Now don't get me wrong, my NDP sensibilities and Canadian world-view means that I do not at all resent having to let go of some of my cash, I just don't want to have to be the one to organize, understand, write the actual cheque and do all the GROWN UP STUFF that surrounds bill paying and tax paying. Nope, don't wanna.

I want laundry and housekeeping to be magically done by itself. I don't even want to think about it.

I do not want to have to go to work.

What I want do with my days:
I want to run and skip a lot.

I want to run down to the bottom of my street and call on my best friend to go to the variety store together and buy orange slush puppies.

We will spend many hours day-dreaming in the long grass behind my house, and we will talk about our future romances and boyfriends (wait, scratch that...I know how that story ends).

We will go to the pool at the park and become Olympic Divers, Deep Sea Explorers or Beauty Pageant Winners for the day.

In the winter we will go skating and toboggoning, and giggle a lot. In the spring we will pick gigantic and fragrant lilac bouquets for our big people, and in the autumn we will enjoy the wonderful smells of wet leaves and fires and the unforgetable flavours of pumpkin pies and turkey dinners.

We will make the best haunted houses.

My big brother thinks that I have to remain in the Grown-up Club, he thinks that once you're in it there is no getting out. Hmm. I'm still lookin' for a loophole.
I'll keep you posted, and let me know if you have any ideas.

p.s. Do you remember?

A rotten end to a good week

So, the week was a pretty good one because
(see http://faddy1notfurlong@blogspot.com/)
I have finally stopped complaining and I am on my way to a better self-image and a better level of fitness. (ie)I have gone 5 days with exercise every day, keeping track of what I eat and what I weigh, and NOT snacking after supper - really huge issues for me.

I also had some wonderful down-time to play crochinole with my son, build snowmen with my kids and clean my linen cupboards (yah!!) So, over all it was a good week.

Even though my evil exhusband still refuses to pay the proper amount of child support and I am as poor as a church-mouse, I am SURVIVING and I am doing it on my own.

Although I am still generally in the "men-are-all-asses" stage of recovery (going on 3 years now) I agreed to go out to a bistro with a small group of people after work today: One of which happens to be a man (Mr. Smith). As we were sitting in the restaurant waiting for the others to arrive, an employee who knows the guy in our group said (whilst pointing at me)"HEY!! YOU'RE NOT MRS. SMITH!!! and then he pointed at this poor married bastard that we work with at our office and said "SHAME ON YOU!"...then the Pointer giggled and walked back into the kitchen. He is quite young and clearly thought he was "making a funny".

I thought I would vomit. (It brought back in a flash all that I had tolerated with my exhusband)
So I left the restaurant.

Oh well, but I felt soooooooooooooooo bad because the whole group hadn't even arrived yet - and I was the one who picked the venue...and this poor bugger I was sitting with was left on his own now.

Oi vay.

Now now, I must be serene because stress releases cortisol which results in weight gain and impedes the immune system.





There, thats better. I won't let the turkeys get me down.