Happy Valentines Day ??

God, I can remember when I was.....7 or 8?... in school in Canada, the teacher organised a big cardboard box covered in pink and white tissue paper, for our Valentines cards. The premise was, that we kids secretly placed our homemade cards into said box, which was then emptied on Valentines Day, and handed out to the lucky recipients. Imagine, recipe for disaster! All well and good for the lucky, popular few that got a card, (in some cases more than one even )but quell domage for the poor wee unpopular fekkers that had none! How cruel. Shit I hated school, even a good, progressive school such as Gracefield Junior School in Port Dalhousie was still fraught with oppression and torture. Mind you I was never the popular, compliant schoolkid either. My two older sisters were 'good girls' and of course I followed in their footsteps (and wore their hand-me-down clothes). They were, and still are, a pair, a self-contained unit. I was more of a tomboy, my wee brother Jeff and I got into mischief, a lot. Younger siblings often use humour or misbehaviour to attract attention, and we were no exception to that rule, we were holy terrors, always on the recieving end of Dad's belt, funny how the beatings didn't moderate our activities, at all really, we just got better at covering up the badness, better at lying,....'no Dad I swear I didn't take the money out of your pocket when you were lying blind drunk passed out on the sofa.' I also remember a few times ,being 'between' boyfriends on this particular day, and feeling like a right tool when the rest of the world seems to be composed of smug, loved up twats, intent on rubbing it in at every opportunity, 'What? You didn't get a card?? Oh well don't worry there's always next year...let me show you the gorgeous big, boxed one Barry sent me, oh he's such a love I told him not to bother, but you know what he's like...such a romantic!' Being a single mother at 16 has its advantages, let me tell you, one being I had a foolproof immunity to Valentines Days humiliation. I had my little daughter to think about, I sent her a Valentines Days card from whichever object of affection was current over the years. She's had cards from John Travolta (Grease), Corrie Haem (Lost Boys), Kenny Rodgers??? and many snotty nosed little beggars now long forgotten as well as the most delicious of all, Guess Who!! Did the same for my son and baby daughter growing up also. No fekking way were my kids going to face the pain of being the ones not to get a pink envelope, on the day. Nowadays, I don't have to worry, both daughters and even my big, shy, son have objects of mutual affection to protect them from Valentines Days blues. Me?? No... Darren and I didn't exchange cards, or even buy little token gifts we have in the past. We have achieved the seemingly impossible..we don't give a rats arse about a particular day, we are content in the knowledge that love isn't about a day a year, its everyday, every night, happy as a pair of porkers rolling around in the shit called life! Sorry, couldn't help a bit of a gloat....so.....to conclude, if you don't have a partucular warm body to snuggle up to when day is done...whats keeping you hun?? we were not meant to be alone. Believe me there is SOMEONE out there feeling/wanting/needing to be ying to your yang, don't delay, absolutely no excuse in this day of online dating  and chatrooms etc to be a miserable tosser alone if you don't want to be, but, just in case the heart at the top is meant especially for you, its from... Guess Who xxxxx Happy Valentines Day!

Sorry for neglecting you wee blog/ too many tweets !!

It has been 1 month since my last blog post, forgive me Internalised Disapproving Father, for neglecting this blog. The past 4 weeks have been a time of change, a time of self reflection. I always jokingly called myself a twitter addict, but it was not until I finally left, after much soul searching and a few lapses that I could actually admit that I have been addicted, not necessarily to the other twits I exchanged tweets with, as many I am in contact with via facebook, but the actual process, the immediate and exciting high of conversing with so many strangers, with so few constraints, no physical boundary apart from 140 characters limit. Towards the end of the Christmas break I drank too much wine and went off and created another twitter account. In the morning the realisation of what I had done was akin to wakening up in a strange bed listening to snoring coming from a fellow bedmate who's identity was completely unknown to me!!  Horror!! At first I couldn't remember my username or password, but eventually I worked it out. Guilty and facinated in equal measures I had a look at the account and the followerers I had already gained and the old ache to be a part of it flooded back. I kept it for a few days, dipping in and out, getting a rush from the secretive, guilty pleasure, but in the end, after significant cognitive dissonance, reason won out and I deleted the account again. This makes I think 4 twitter accounts I have created and deleted. How sad am I. As long as I can continue to delete and stay away from twitter, the better chance I have of beating this addiction. Oh I also managed to give up smoking. Giving up twitter was much more difficult. I am a serial stopper, so I hope on both counts that my period of abstinence will continue........... My name is Debbie and I am (still) a recovering twitterholic.