Don't Say Don't

Don't say...I'm 18 on the inside.

I hear people say "I feel exactly the same as I did when I was 18."

Well, I don't.

I feel 42...that's still young...but I certainly don't feel as naive as I was at 18.

Don't say...it's complicated.

Went for a bit of a re-con mission this morning in preparation for the big circumnavigation tomorrow.

I have my mantra (above).

How hard can this be ?

Don't say...another overdue gathering.

As always great to catch up with the 'College' crowd.

I often wonder why I didn't go to 'Uni' (like most people).

Don't say...I am NOT fighting the urge to panic.

Leesy reallllllly wanted me to read this article in yesterday's local rag.

This hasn't stopped me from my Birthday Circumnavigation.

Don't say...12.

Group sleep-overs are good in theory but the birthday personage often feels very grumpy the next arvo due to lack of sleep.

This part is not fun.

However, this time....the group just talked in whispered tones until midnight.

The next arvo, where there once would have been irritability...all we had was sleeping on the couch.

Don't say...I should leave a trail of bread crumbs.

It's only ONE week until I attempt my 3 hour birthday trek to walk the entire perimeter of the dam.

If I don't blog next Saturday, can ya please text Leesy and tell her to send out a search party.

Don't say...life goes on.

Michael, Farrah and Bruce...all in one day.

How much can a personage take ?

Don't say...they don't work.

I am a 'chart' person...over the years it has been my major behaviour modification tool (along with the 'whackily').

Currently we have charts for cheekiness, saying 'bum-head', jobs, table manners, getting the kids out of our bathroom....but the latest one was created by X....

It's called the "Shut the Toilet Door" chart.

You see, Leesy cannot stand the door left open - obviously someone thinks a little motivation is needed.

Don't say...I am not psychic.

My heart sinks when it's State of Origin night....is that bad ?

I am gonna apply my already proven psychic powers to predict the outocme of tonights game - my Guides tell me - 18 to 12.

Don't say...that pizza is real.

Do you ever have days when you just can't face cooking ?

The dream of having rubbishy take-away EVERY night seems so appealing...the reality it is very unattractive.

Don't say...I don't suffer with poor concentration.

I know I should not have been mucking around taking novelty photos during the recital.

Don't say...it's too soon to start.

Can you help ?

I am collecting 1 litre cartons for my Christmas project.

Don't say...it wasn't cold.

Missed blogging on Thursday night owing to attendance at the Winter Festival.

Soup, bread, fire-sticks, gathering in circles with lanterns, eurythmy, walking silently with extreme reverence to the bonfire....so pagan.

Don't say...you cannot see it too.

Look closely at the decorative border...do you see a rude word ? Do you ?

I do.