Can’t believe that it’s my turn again – 30 days sure goes fast. I’ve spent the last week or so, (to be honest I’ve spent the last 30 days) thinking about what I would be writing about and just as usual it’s the day before and I’ve got nothing…. nothing…!
I think my problem is that I have trouble relating the premise of this blog with how I see myself. I don’t think I suck. In fact, as a teenager, I kind of thought I was the bees knees. It was my way or the highway. I was never one of those girls who sat around waiting for the guy. If you said you’d be there or call and didn’t, then you weren’t worth my time. No second chances. Done and dusted. Palm slap.
That’s one thing I don’t really understand about young people today. They never seem to let anybody go. Get dumped by someone and still keep them as a friend? Why would you do that to yourself? Just let them go. They are not worth your time or effort. You rejected them or they rejected you. Gone. Seems black and white to me. Though now that I think about it, I kind of still feel like that. Like those memes that float around Facebook – if you bring me down, then you’re just not worth my time. I don’t want it, I don’t need it, I’m not having it. No how, no way.
Now I don’t want you to think I’m a heartless bitch. That’s not me. I know I have my faults. I mean if you asked my husband, I’m sure he could rhyme off a boat load. There are some things, for sure, that I know I’m not great at, but on the whole I like myself, and my life. I mean my kids are as screwed up as the next person, but a lot less than some. My daughter graduated college and got a job, my son still muddling through. My husband and I have survived many years together without any major injuries to either party, and still quite like each other, an achievement in itself. So I don’t really see myself as a failure, quite the opposite.
Now for sure there are some things I wish I had done different. I really wish I had gone to a four year college and got a degree, not just for the money but for the opportunities that it brings. I did go to college and gradated with a qualification that got me the job I wanted. I did that job for 17 years. Then my husband and I moved to the States, and my qualifications and work experience were useless, but I’m lucky. I don’t have the best paid job in the world, I like the job I have, but options, options are always good, and I’d like to have more of them. I mean who doesn’t?
So now I’ve got this finished I can start thinking about what my next comment should be about. I’ve go this really great and easy recipe for lemon chicken which I think I should share with the world. Should I talk about car shopping, did that recently, why do car sales men think women don’t like fast cars? I like to drive with a little attitude, as most of my friends will attest to. Now my husband he drives the sensible car. I drive the fun car, balance. Maybe something more personal. Here we go again……