Keeping it simple

Yes, I know what you're thinking... ANOTHER blog post, Debs?  So soon??

Well, lots has happened in the last 6 months and I don't want you to think I've forgotten you :D

So living in Devon is pretty damned fine and dandy although I have recently been picked up on my lack of commitment to any one accent.  Which is pretty harsh, since I got the **** kicked out of me when I first moved here, from Hampshire, for being 'too posh'.  Anti-elocution followed pretty quickly and now I have no accent of my own... What does one do about that??

I think my varying speech patterns may also be affected by the work I do.

Some of you may already know that my job requires me to work with young people... Youth work jobs often do.

It's not a bad job - I have a lot of fun with the groups I work with but just sometimes they tell me things that leave me reeling and scared for the future of this planet.

The most recent gem came this week, when one of my young people told me that I should stay away from "that 'organic' crap.  Do you know they use loads of chemicals to make it more pure?"  Well, that conversation lasted a lot longer than it should have and I don't think he got the idea, anyway :(

But the scariest and most scarring opinion has to be that God must be real because that stuff with the dinosaurs is too complicated.  Just.... Wow.

Puddles and Bubbles

And so age crept up on me slowly.  I didn’t see it coming.  Then one day I was 33, overweight and scared of the increasing number of years I hoped to clock up.

I made the usual decision.  I’ll get fit.  I hated the gym – puffing away on the machines whilst streamlined goddesses ran and chatted with ease next to me.  Sod that for a barrel of laughs.  Running?  Too…. visible.

So…. Dancing!  Yes!  It’s so obvious.  Dancing is the way to go.  So this chunky mid-30s woman attempted street dance.

A few steps in and all was going well.  

Then I attempted cranking...

It turns out MY milkshake only brings paramedics to the yard and they’re like: She’s having a fit.  Damned right, I’m having a fit.  Otherwise I have to admit that I thought street dance was suitable for someone of my age and that yes; that really is how I dance.

Now it’s time to revisit the whole idea.  Getting out in the fresh air and volunteering with an environmental charity is my plan… Let’s just hope their idea of team building activities for their volunteers isn’t dancing.

Or perhaps I should just stick to jumping in puddles and blowing bubbles.  Two things that always make me smile.

Should you be here?

Were you looking for proof that unicorns can fly?  Then there's a chance you're lost.

Now, I think you know me well enough to guess that I'm a cancerian with virgo rising.  Oh, OK, you got me - I'm a  leo-cusp-born cancerian.  How did you know? Oh, my hatred of people and superstitious nonsense....  Ha, you've got my number.

My horror-scope from horoscope.com...

"A selfish attitude on your part won't be tolerated today"

Oh, really?  Cos usually it's encouraged...

"Don't make it worse for yourself by pretending that you don't notice others' hurt feelings." 

Worse?  Everyone already thinks I'm selfish.... how is being selfish going to make that worse?

"People are likely to be extra sensitive today"

Is that because that selfish bitch isn't noticing their hurt feelings?

"be careful about trying to impose your will on someone who really wants nothing more than an ear to talk to and a shoulder to cry on."

Oh, jeez, I haven't even written a will, now people want to cry about it?

Well, that was different to EVERY DAY OF MY LIFE.

Still, I'm doing better than aquarius - They're being told "Don't get into the habit of constantly judging the quality or outcome of your work"

... at least I'll still have a job.  Is that selfish??

More about me...

It's all rather self-indulgent, isn't it, this personal blog thing?

Anyway, I hear the cries of anguish as I have not kept my promise to share more information about myself...  Well, it's hard to know what's interesting about yourself.  I guess some people are more comfortable shouting about their fabulousness than others... not that it makes either type opf person more or less fabulous.

Well, last month, my Aussie friend, David, and I set up a league of superheroes.  We are The Hoppingly Dull League of America (for tax reasons).  We are based in Jersey (for tax reasons). Neither of us has any real understanding of these tax reasons, but you can like the league here: https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Hoppingly-Dull-League-of-America/344544842229881?sk=info  

But I don't know why you would.

Still, join us, choose your superpower and add the league to your employers list on facebook, if you dare.