Saturday, November 8, 2008

Getting Old

So I haven't blogged for a long while. My excuses are as follows; a.) I've been working (at work and at home) so much that I haven't had time and b.) I've been working (at work and at home) so much that I have done or encountered pretty much nothing worthy of a blog. However, just having been inspired into a HUGE rant by a very stupid woman at SMILE ADSL (I don't recommend unless you'd like to be really ripped off) I thought a Blog might help. Then I saw this tag from Stranger and thought it might be less destructive to complete this instead for your entertainment and see if I still feel like a RANT at the end...

At a certain age women should know put on make up properly, er, still not there
At a certain age men should stop waiting for other people to pick up after them and understand that women like surprise presents (OF ANY KIND) and know that if they start balding they should just get it all shaved off.
When I was a kid I thought I would be an air hostess and that I would travel to lots of different countries that way.
Now that I am older I HAVE travelled to lots of different countries, although not as an air hostess, and only realise how many more countries there are yet to travel too...
You know you are too old to be cool when someone who is potentially older than you calls you TEYZE (Aunty in Turkish but usually reserved for ladies significantly older than yourself)
You know you are too young to be old (and I steal this answer directly from Stranger because it is woefully so true) when you realize you have no retirement whatsoever, no plans or means of acquiring one, and you just go "Oh, well. It'll sort itself out."
When I was in high school I listened to the music of oooh I have to dredge my memory, but I suspect there was quite a lot of the likes of the Cure, Def Leopard, OMD, Pet Shop Boys, Elton John, Madonna, U2, Roxette, Oasis, REM, red Hot Chilli Peppers, Backstreet Boys, Counting Crows, UB40 and GOD knows what other horrors.
Because I'm now too old to be cool (some would say I never was :)), I'm listening to some Turkish Pop and any songs with video clips entertaining to a 1-year-old
On my last birthday a good friend of mine came round and cooked lunch for us and there was cake....
The year before that,... well I can't remember that long ago it seems- I guess I was 5 months pregnant! It would have been a weekday, so I was most likely working...
On my next birthday I want to be somewhere different for a change.
The best birthday present I ever got was .... well I'm sure I've received lots of lovely presents but none really stand out from the others... that or I've got a memory like a sieve!
The first time I felt grown up was when I was about 5 and went on a plane for the first time by myself. I got to hand out the sweets :)
The last time I felt like a kid was... well I do spend rather a lot of time in the playground these days. The other day there was noone else there so I slid down the slide with Arwen and happily discovered that my butt is in fact NOT so big that I can't fit down the slide! (I was concerned enough about this not to try it in the prescence of others)
When I read The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown it changed my life. Whoever thought that a book about religious history could be so page-turning? Not a very deep answer I know but it was the best I could do. Those of you who know me well, know that I like my books and films light- there's enough serious stuff in real life. I did read a super-USEFUL book last year that made a big difference to me, and that was The Baby Whisperer. Every expecting or new Mum should read.
Last year was really a learning curve, or perhaps the start of a REALLY long learning curve; really difficult, really amazing...
Next year I hope I will become master of my own work-life!

1 comment:

Yaramaz said...

I am planning to firebomb the Smile HQ as soon as I get to my secret bunker in Guatemala...

I am starting to feel extremely old surrounded by 22 year old french backpacking chicks in their teeny bikinis being hit of by creepy rastamen...who would probably call me auntie if they noticed me at all!