Whilst skimming my reader I came across this post from with eyes wide open about Helen’s mum being in the Women’s Institute. My Mum has been a stalwart of the WI for over 30 years and can make a very fine apple pie!
Mum joined the WI at 32 and this weekend was telling me I really should think about it, that I was the right age, I wasnt getting any younger and oh the WI does such good work in the community (they picked up 30 bags of rubbish in the town centre the other weekend).
But am I really ready for jam making and learning the words to Jerusalem? Making scones and having talks from leering local artists?
But then I thought about it, for such a stuffy organisation, the WI has had a few scandals in the past…
- How about two WI ladies touring the world to find the perfect brothel (a campaign to legalise prostitution) or
- Eco-Activism on the Rainbow Warrior II, or
- that Calendar (and the film Calendar Girls of course) or
- how about sex tips for the over sixties (best position to make sure you man doesnt have a heart attack anyone? yes it is a video!!)
The WI? Seriously.
And then she told me about something called WI Lite, a very new and very un-WI like organisation. WI lite is different, i’m liking the sound of getting the best fitting bra, to naked male model sketching, to sex therapy and learning burlesque, to an outing to see Puppetry of the Penis. Is the WI really moving into the naughties and letting go of local flower and vegetable shows? WI lite sounds much more fun than joining a book club. I guess there may be hope for my 30s yet!
Yikes.
Kx
(Thanks Helen for reminding me of this!)
I slept in this morning which meant my first word of the day was “shite*”. A great start. I was grumpy to the boy, didn’t have time to inhale caffeine before I left, have no money on me and i’m properly starving. Plus I’m still off the fags**. I’m still trying to wake up at 11am and I feel a crappy cold coming on.
So, today’s mood is: Sulk.
Yup, things are back to normal.
And the topic of today’s rant? Parents.
I know its not really the done thing to rant about your mother openly on the internet (imagine if she found this blog), but if I promise to be quick will you listen?
Ok, thanks.
Like most 30 year olds, I left home over 12 years ago and never looked back. I’ve reached the dizzy heights of being able to pay my bills (mostly), brush my teeth without being told to (new electric toothbrush!) and make a risotto (red pepper and chorizo?) but a visit from my mother sends me back to high school.
Particularly the stomping off and slamming doors bit.
Not long ago I had an almighty rant about the state of my life (which you can read here), but so you don’t need to go clicking, basically it ended like this…
“there is nothing wrong with the choices I have made in MY life. Okay, it isn’t perfect right now, I admit, but at least I am free to make my own choices, not a slave to what should be. So this is my teary eyed, snotty nosed request to all of you out there – go back to worrying about your own life. It aint perfect either”
After the weekend I have just had, I just needed to reiterate this.
Oh and just in case you do read this mum….
I am a romantic, my heart is always going to rule my head and I’m never going to marry for money.
Thanks
Oh and as a post script… i saw this on Tara’s blog and thought it fitted well…
“People don’t want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messes cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown.”
~Chuck Palahniuk
Yes, mum thanks for the hand out to help finally get rid of the student loan. Im grateful, but can we step back from you knowing too much about my finances now?
Kx
*my dad’s favourite Scottish word.
**ok, I had one after the parentals left yesterday – I deserved it
Urgh, what a load of self indulgent tripe this blog has become.
Its all the fault of BlogSecret in my opinion, well done to Nilsa for organising it, but can we all stop being so introspective about everything now? I even had to take down a bloody awful I-need- to-sort-my-life-out-so-bad post last night before anyone read it and decided to delete me from their reader (all 10 of you – hello!). It honestly was that bad.
It’s taken me until now to stop feeling like life is generally shit for all of us.
Come on guys life isnt all shit.*
To cheer us all up, the best post on the day of BlogSecret was actually this one by RS27 and it wasn’t even anonymous. Or this one about National Toilet Day or how about (imo) one of the best FAILs ever. See all fun. Or if you are feeling suicidal how about trying a whole website of animal loveliness – Cute Overload. For some reason I can’t stop sniggering at this site and it doesn’t have anything remotely to do with sex on it…
But my favourite thing about today? This…. (worth clicking)
“A search of his car uncovered pornography, a homemade sex aid, women’s stockings and a Jack Russell terrier.”
Spaghetti car-boner-a!
Hoorah!
Mwah
Kx
*ok, just some of it, but im in a better mood today…
Ok, if you were wondering where the ‘ready to mary yourself?’ post went to, well I’ve shelved it for just now. It was a self indulgent I need tough love and please please please come join in kinda post that needs some more work before I unleash it on the world. And I’ve stopped feeling quite so sorry for myself – so we’ll leave it for just now. Ok? Cool.
Anyways, im on day 3 of not smoking so can I have some congratulations?
Mwah
K