- hello Mari
- Username: whooleygirl
- In response to: "What was the comfort food you enjoyed most growing up?" Butter Sugar Biscuits Take a plain digestive, cover with butter and dip in the sugar bowl. Sandwich with a second digestive....
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- Hi, my name is...
Marianne and I like it. I use Mari for short
- A flippant remark
That's what I would take back. If I write the words down it won't even seem that bad but I know there was an intended malice underlying the comment that surprised even myself.
The comment was made over 20 years ago at college and after leaving college I never saw Karen again.
You see, it was a boring lesson and we were sitting at U shaped tables, Karen was opposite me and I could see her tight cladded legs under the able. I thought it strange for such a young girl. I didn't like her look. I can't remember how it came about that I made the flippant remark, to get a laugh from my classmates, and before I realised it the comment was out, the laughter followed and I felt horrible.
I felt nasty, spiteful and a bitch.
Karen was a star pupil at college, she was also attractive, popular and witty. She hung out with Sarah and it was only in one of our first English lessons that I learnt that Karen was already a mother. I was shocked. She'd actually got pregnant at 16, a capitol sin, I mean, hadn't she heard of the pill???? How could she have let that happen. Why had she 'ruined' her life so early?
Karen worked damn hard at college. Her assignments were all A+ and she went home to her little boy of an evening with no father to help her out. She put in 100% and got out 100%. Admirable.
'What like Karen's 'policewoman's legs?'
That was the comment.
It got a great laugh too. Karen even laughed herself. It was winter and it was cold but tights? I couldn't let it go. I blurted out my stupid comment and have regretted it ever since.
Weird. I have never seen Karen or anyone I was at college with since and yet over the years it was the cattiness behind the comment that won't let me drop it and move on.
I have learnt though to think before I speak and to never misjudge a woman for keeping her child so young.
Now, I am full of admiration for Karen's achievements and should I meet with her tomorrow I would say I am sorry for being such a cow and thank her for allowing me to grow up a little.
- Who lives next door?
The road on which the house was situated was a busy one, it was the major route from the housing estate to and from the motorway, it was also a shortcut between the lower road and the motorway so during the rush hours traffic would divide the community in two.
This contributed to the fact that it was difficult to get to know the nieighbours opposite and rarely friendships were formed unless there were children of the same age involved.
Shiela could sit at her window all day long hidden by her net curtains and watch the world unfold in front of her.
Sheila's nextdoor neighbours were always very polite but distant. Nobody really wanted to get to friendly. They had their lives and enjoyed their privacy. This suited her down to the ground. The last thing she wanted was a nosy neighbour on her doorstep trying to get a foot through her front door. The thought alone sent shudders of fear up her spine.
In fact Shiela very rarely left the house, she shopped via internet, she had no direct family to bother her and she had no one to call a friend. Sheila was the personification of private and without it her world would collapse.
No, Sheila enjoyed her anonimity and would do everything she could to keep it that way because if just one person got to know her past and discovered her crime, the enormity of what she had done, chaos would be born.
- What I'm Avoiding
Only a few days ago I bought a domain, a place to call my own, you know, just in case I ever make it in life and to beat the 'false guys' to it on buying MY name as has happened to Wayne Rooney and other famous people before now.
BUT, I haven't done anything since, which in my eyes is a crime. Apart from the money side of matters, where's the ambition? The Dream? The get up and go girl that I know?
Well Ladies and gentlemen let me tell you I am ever so politely and silently crapping myself.
Fact is - I haven't got a clue! I have no idea where to start and I'm worried by touching some button to 'have a go' I'll make an unbelievable mess and 'ruin' everything.
There is also the fact that this week Paul is off work and we've been decorating our brand new front room which is ever so exciting and can't wait to see the end result but extememly exhausting. My arms are deadbeat from rolling paint onto walls that suck it up like the Sahara desert and I'm praying I got the colour right.
So that's what I am avoiding right now - how about you? Own up and spill the beans.
- Time machine service - step on board
Mari, the superhero who can take you any place in time... where would you like me to take you today?
I would have the ability to go back and forth in time. Think Star Trek with those magic bracelets but not just from place to place but anywhere in time.
I would also be able to take people with me and then maybe I could show them where they were making mistakes and they could go back and correct them before any damage was done.
Not to mention the winning lotto numbers :)
Oh the fun :)