Ten of the Stupidest Things I Have Ever Done, Guest Post by Daisy Roo & Two.

Where oh where oh where is Lolly?

I’m on a self inflicted holiday, due to the fact that I have broken several bones in my right hand and the way the doctor has casted it means that my palm faces upwards and i am typing this message slowly with my left hand! So while i fat out on the couch and get my kids to help me with EVERYBLOODYTHING, I’m handing the mic over to Daisy from Daisy Roo & Two to tell me the 10 stupidest things she as ever done…

So I heard Lolly had been a bit of a mong and punched her hand into a wall. She blames it on the evil cartoons. I’m not so sure, Lolly. In any case, I thought I’d write about something that would make her feel better about her silly old self:

The Ten Stupidest Things I Have Ever Done (That Are Suitable for Display on the Internet)

1.
1987: When I was three, I climbed a tree that I thought was huge. And I got my foot stuck in the fork of the lowermost branches. I was stuck as stuck could be. I screamed, I wailed, I even smiled for a photo (yes, yes I did) and insisted that I was never going to be released by the tree and that it was trying to eat me. Half an hour later my Mother decided she’d had enough, came along, unbuckled my shoes and rescued me from the Human-Eating tree. I wasn’t stuck, my new shoes were.
2.
1989: In Kindergarten I was pretty spoilt for lunch choices. My mum was a stay at home mum, pregnant with my little sister. I had just learnt the true art of negotiation at home, and managed to score myself a Chocolate Sprinkle Sandwich for my lunch. Katie, the only other redhead in the class, had scored herself a pack of Cheetohs. I asked nicely, politely and sweetly for just one Cheetoh. Katie refused. I offered half my chocolate sprinkle sandwich (both mine and Katie’s favourite). She still refused. My WHOLE sandwich for ONE Cheetoh? Surely this was an amazing bargain, could she not see the coup she was about to make? No. She could not. She refused my amazing Chocolate Sprinkle Sandwich and would not give me just one Cheetoh. So when she went to the loo I stole one. She noticed (could it have been the orange powder on my lips?) and I got a stern talking to. That was the first and only time I’ve knowingly stolen something. And I still feel guilty.
3.
2003: My first boyfriend. I was 19, he was 26. And hadn’t come out of the closet yet (not a joke). Nuff said.
4.
2004: My second boyfriend. I was 20, he was 18. Nuff said.

5.
October 2009: Declaring to the world and my husband that Roo “completed” me and I would be having no more children. Now I look like a fool.

6.
1998: Lusting after Scott Miller in Year 9. What was I thinking?
7.
2011: Searching Scott Miller on Facebook just now. What *was* I thinking??
8.
2010: Getting an iPhone. What colour is the sky? You mean people actually socialise outside of Twitter? What are my children’s names again?
9.
This morning: Putting my washing (two weeks of blankets and sheets) on the line this morning when the sun was shining, even though the forecast said it was going to rain. But I could SEE the blue sky and the sun! Surely what I can SEE right now isn’t nearly as good as hundreds of scientists and satellites monitoring the state of the atmosphere? Surely!
10.
Not believing in myself. I’ve done it so many times. Written myself off, given myself a hard time, not bothering because why would someone want/need/hire/cast me?
You don’t know until you give it a go, so give it a bloody go!

Daisy is the Mum of gorgeous Roo and Twin boys F&O (two). She can normally be found blogging and dancing to Yo Gabba Gabba over at Daisy Roo & Two. Pop over and show her some love 🙂