Is there a link between your name and your degree of reluctancy towards adulthood?

What's in a name ?
My brother once broke up with an otherwise compatible girlfriend because he just couldn't stand her name. " What's her name ...I mean how bad can it be..?", I asked my bro.
" Her name is Chantel". "Oh...I see",I said. We both agreed there was no future for this relationship. You can date a Chantel, and even have a very good time with a Chantel...but marry one? No way..especially as my brother noted..there is no good nickname for it. " What am I gonna call her..Channy ?.. Telly? ". NO. She was a thing of the past within weeks.
It got me thinking about my own name and it's relevance in my life.
Let's see...Wendy. A name created by the guy that wrote Peter Pan...the story about NEVER GROWING UP..Hmmmm. Can I blame my disaffection for adulthood , at least in part, on my parents giving me this name? Yes. I can... and I WILL! How immature! Which only goes to prove my point. Wendy isn't a name for an old person..it just isn't. So I have two choices: 1) Die young. No thank you... or 2) Continue to act young even when I'm clearly not.

R.A. guilty retro pleasure of the day

If I read one more article about healthy eating I think I'm going to barf.
I get it, I get it ,I know, I know , I know , I know..Good carbs, not bad carbs, more fruits, more veggies, less saturated everything, more fiber..blahblahblah.
Yesterday I did a quick trip for groceries. Lots of nice normal bland same-old stuff in the cart....like a zombie shopper, I rarely deviate from the list. Then I saw it...seductively beckoning me from the peanut butter aisle...In it's sexy glass jar with the logo that hasn't changed since its inception.. my very first childhood food -crush..... FLUFF. Sometimes you just can't say no to a good old guilty pleasure.

R.A. Issue of the day/Why can't my life be more like a '60's sitcom

WHERE THE HELL IS ALICE ? It's dinner time, and even though it's Taco Tuesday (about as staight forward as meal prep. can get) I am nevertheless lacking the will to cut up the tomatoes, lettuce and onions brown up the beef, crack open the can of black beans and stuff them into their cardboard -stiff little shells. I NEED ALICE..you know Alice..from the Brady Bunch..with the fetching little black maid/chef/gofer outfit and the "can do , Mrs. Brady !" attitude. If my memory serves me, Mrs. Brady didn't do JACK all day !! I'm tired.. I just want to kinda sit back, let the big A take care of dinner and chill until Idol comes on . Is that so WRONG ???

R.A. Issue of the day/ Is being a negative role model better than not being a role model at all?

On St. Patty's eve after downing a few glasses of Bailey's, I decided it would be a good idea to drunk dial/prank phone call a buddy of mine from work. He is totally addicted to the NCAA playoffs so I knew he would be home glued to the tube..I also knew that he would hear my messages as they were being made. How immature to make REPEATED prank calls during his high holy religious event. How REALLY immature to involve my children in this ugly display...i.e. " Check this out you guys !'.
At least I did redeem myself by telling them that drinking is NOT cool, especially when you don't do it well.

Some insight into possible reasons that some people are comfortable in the adult role

I think i had a revelation today...
At work this morning Eddie told me that he has been spreading the word about SRA. Slowly, some of my workmates are hearing about us and wanting to join. Some people even want slogan T-shirts pronouncing their refusal to embrace maturity.

I was telling all of this to my co-worker Carol. After some thought I realized that Carol couldn't join because she seemed to be OK with her adultness. " How come Carol?" I asked her.." how did you get to be like this?".
Turns out that she DID GET A PONY as a child.
I'm on to something BIG here!

reluctant adult issue of the day/working for a living

I returned to work today after three days off . Three days of lying around trying to feel better and watching back episodes of Desperate Ho-wives and the L word. Such drama, such hair, such bodies, such amazing wardrobes..and absolutely no scenes of these babes at work! It sunk into my psyche ...they don't ever work..IT'S NOT FAIR. when i was a kid i thought i'd grow up and sit around in an office and write slogans and jingles like Larry Tate and Darren Stevens. And here I am schleping mail around for a living. I also thought I'd get a pony..but I guess that ain't gonna happen either. damn it.

Reluctant adult issue of the day/ funerals are still creepy

Funerals , wakes, memorial services......I've been to more than i can count. The first person of any importance to me (that i was old enough to comprehend ) that died was my swim coach Bob Hannon. He was a warm and wooly big bear kinda guy. The man was so funny that you could easily imagine him being a drive time morning DJ..with his larger than life personality and booming laugh.
I can't remember what he really did for a living ..might have been a teacher. He was a second dad to everyone on the team. It was 1973. I was thirteen and already obsessed and spooked by the concept of mortality. Mr. Hannon died of a massive heart attack.
After hearing the news I was so upset that I couldn't sleep. My dad tried to comfort me. He was buddies with Mr. Hannon and needed to process this whole thing himself. Dad talked to me about fear ..about how he tried to deal with it in his own life. He was right there for me..even though talking about stuff was not easy for him. I decided that I could not handle going to the funeral. Most of the kids from the team went. I was embarrased that I wasn't strong enouhg to go.
Today I am going to a memorial service. I've got to admit..that while I no longer avoid going..the 13 year old frightened kid also attends