Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Four days til I get old

This is sad. I’ve started doing fantasy shopping. I go to exclusive online maternity stores, choose a whole lot of gorgeous clothes, put them in my basket and never check out. It’s tantric consumerist porn - I get rough and ready, tease my credit card out of my purse then… withhold. I suspect I am punishing myself for being about to turn thirty-three. Bloody hell, how did I get here so fast? I’ve reached the age that Jesus was when he carked it and I'm yet to perform a miracle. Have been keeping an eye out for Romans bearing crucifixes heading intently in my direction. Not to compare myself with Christ. He had much foofier hair and far sexier sandals.

And before I alienate all Christians out there, a moment of context. I’m rambling because I’m nervous. We meet with the bowel surgeon tomorrow to find out when O’s bowel surgery is. She’s recovering well from the spinal surgery but I’m not sure if she’s ready to go back into the cutting room again. Surgery is scheduled for ten days time, so we’ll see what he says.

And just when I need them, my parents have jetted off overseas for a month. They selfishly persist in being independent. They have careers, friends, interests outside of me. What’s the point? Why have kids if you’re going to treat them like adults instead of living in their pockets, pandering to their every whim?

It drives a girl to online shopping. Maybe this time I’ll actually consummate.


Blogger Urban Chick said...

sh*t, well that makes it 15 days 'til i am oldER (than you, but only just)

at least soon i can look back on my 34th year and think 'well hell, where was the fun in trying to achieve international, millennia-long fame for dying a hideous death - glad i didn't even try'


p.s. gosh, i hadn't registered that the bowel op was so soon after the last one - you poor loves...will continue to keep everything crossed for little O

10:49 pm  
Blogger Lin said...

Everything crossed for dear little O and you.

Did your parents leave any credit cards hanging around the house when they just took off? No, no, I're almost 33 and too mature for that sort of thing. You are still a kid in the scheme of things. Thirty-three is nothing and I'm being quite serious. Believe me, when you're my age you will look back at photos of yourself at 33 and think, Jesus Christ on a Bicycle but I was young. Happy almost Birthday and healthy vibes being sent your way for Baby O.

(re your remark to my comment about Rita Wilson being carelessly don't know how much I wanted to hug her and tell her we could be friends after seeing her looking so normal. Between looking like a regular woman and driving a Prius [in this land of behemoth vehicles], I just felt like there was big fat ray of hope in this city of illusions.

6:34 am  
Blogger fairyworshipper said...

miracles yid chick has performed while she is still in the prime of her youth:

- created a beautiful happy resilient bub who smiles and heals magnificantly
- has produced a further two eggs. TWO!! so clever
- has written films, scripts and endlessly entertaining ramblings
- has the extraordinary skill of making those around her feel all warm and gooey on the inside (that's a good thing icnidentally)

m'dear, 33 is a lovely round spiritually fulfilling number and no doubt you will have a year filled with joy and simplicity. besides, i'm 34 and my list is considerably shorter than the one above. happy happy everything. xx

ps. see you for a month of playtime in feb....

9:16 am  
Blogger Kyahgirl said...

well, the good news is, I'll always be older than you so you can be sure you're not the oldest bag around. :-)
Happy birthday.
Sending love and warm wishes to our little O. Poor thing, I didn't realize either that's she have to have another surgery so soon.


9:18 am  
Blogger Calliope said...

I do that too. That pretend shopping on the web. It's like a more exciting way to window shop.

Happy Early Birthday to you!!!

I will be thinking of O & hoping that she is ready for the next step. (((hugs)))

1:20 am  
Blogger LJ said...

33? 33? I remember 33. Actually, I remember starting to feel old when I was 28. Twenty-eight? Lord leapin'. I'm practically a fossil.

So I'll try not to snicker, here because it's all relative, isn't it?

Happy birthday to you, YC! You are still young, young, young. Believe it or not. And you will not always be pregnant. That's the best I can promise without tempting the shit fairy.

And I once spent two hours following up my results when I googled "bright green sweater." So I'm warning you, wisdom does not come with age.

Let us know how you are doing. I hope it's a happy birthday and that O's surgery is flawless and a great success.

Bless you, sweetie.


8:48 am  
Blogger Ova Girl said...

One day till oldness YC and speaking as a 37 year old I guess that makes me ancient. Fairy worshipper is right, you have achieved (and are achieving) so much you clever chick! Be proud, be happy! 33 is a lovely age to be. Apart from the Jesus thing it also looks lovely I think,with the two 3's lined up together...

8:09 am  

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