Ok, I admit, this year was not the best year to start this blog.
Yes, I am clearly learning that my actions have consequences...
I mean, who's idea was it to name the blog Giddy Kipper?
Yes, I am aware that was Me.
And this is a recurring theme of being a grown up.
(what a drag to find "blaming the parents" eventually means me?)
I have been a Giddy Kipper for as long as I can remember - but DOH... nobody briefed me on 2009 before blogger.com and I had our virtual naming ceremony.
with hindsight -
WhatTheBloodyHellIsGoingOn.blog may have been more appropriate
or - SickOfTheWholeDamnShootingMatch.blog (copyright Mr Jagger) would have made my entries flow easier...
Or even,
Don'tEvenGlanceAtTheExtraStoneRoundMyMiddleIHaveBeenComfortEatingGodDamYou.blog
2009 has been a BeeAtch.
I officially declare it the most tricky of my adult life - and I have avoided being a grown up quite successfully up until now.
So, no, I have not felt Very Giddy Kipper... (and goodness, that's hard to admit, my fingers typed it all on their own)
I would like to leave you with the wisdom I learnt from my six year old son Cole... ok, I learnt two things - one, that he is funnier than J**** in his class and two, that he was due a haircut:
Cole: Mum, J**** in my class called me a Fat Girl.
Me: Really? What did you say?
Cole: I said, "But am I a Pretty Girl?"
Apparently, this fantastic line is c/o SpongeBob.
Thank you Sponge Bob, I knew those hours of tele watching would come in handy.
And if you can be a six-year-old-boy-being-called-a-fat-girl and still crack a joke then the fact that I called my blog Giddy Kipper THIS YEAR is pretty bloody Hilarious..
For a while there I took it all too seriously.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year
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