Monday, 27 December 2010

If you are not scared you are not taking a chance?

I went out to the local bars last night with Shy guy and friends.  I was dancing with one friend when it became noticeable that a girl across the room was looking at me with eyes that could wound more than the sharpest dagger.  I didn't know this girl, was wearing nothing that was provocative and doing nothing other than dancing but still her dirty looks and obvious whispering about me to her friends leaned toward her having a problem with me.

At first I thought I was being paranoid but no, her actions had been noted by others.  I am such a total wuss and hate confrontation of any kind and also get upset at the thought that people don't like me or that I am not good enough..  I so wish I was more like this and could adopt a 'f' you' approach:



My best friend once said that being scared is a way of letting you know that you are on to something important - if you are not scared then you are not taking a chance, and if you are not taking a chance - what the hell are you doing?  She was on about bagging the guy but  I thought of what she said and tried to adopt it to my situation - I wasn't scared but then I wasn't comfortable so what was the 'important' bit and what was I taking a chance on?  Well I wasn't going to take a chance on playing the opponent in a girlie battle that was for sure and I certainly didn't feel important, the opposite in fact.  I sometimes think that some sayings that are passed down to us are pointless - a party of words designed to make us feel better but actually really prove no purpose at all.

I decided to take a chance on being safe and left the bar and I guess being onto something important - I had a lesson in not everyone is nice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, 21 December 2010

Oh what fun it is to..................



Once again we find ourselves enmeshed in the Christmas Season, that very special time of year when we join with our loved ones in sharing centuries-old traditions such as trying in vain to find a parking space at the shopping centre, driving around the car park until we see a shopper emerge and walk toward their vehicle, then we follow her, in very much the same spirit as the Three Wise Men, who 2,000 years ago followed a star, week after week, until it led them to a parking space.  Once inside the stores we are subjected to music that blares out peace and goodwill messages - clearly oblivious to the barging and shoving and elbows in faces as the shoppers race for pole position in the queue for the tills.  With regard to Carols, clearly Santa got stuck up the bloody chimney in my home as I'm left to do the Christmas shopping or in my case handing over large quantities of money to purchase gifts that the recipients won't like, need or want - I think I've got it so wrong this year:(  Gold, frankincense and myrrh - oh why can't present shopping be that bloody easy now?

I am trying to get into the festive spirit - maybe I need some 'spirit' - where is that vodka?  Today I am going to do my December workout, wrestling with Christmas wrap and sticky tape and ribbon, losing my rag as I struggle to wrap with perfection my gifts.  I figure that if they look good on the outside it will compensate for what lies underneath the paper.

Bah humbug - I need to go and suck another mint;)

Thursday, 16 December 2010

A trip out from work



Today I fell over arse over elbows - in the middle of the road and in dramatic fashion and FYI I was fully sober.  It's been years since I've had skinned knees.  Each time I've been broken-hearted I've wished I could revert back to childhood when the only pain I suffered was skinned knees.  Stupid me - my knees are as sore as hell not to mention the rest of my body - a broken heart seems less painful.

No one rescued me but chances are some idiot has filmed me and I'm now on youtube or similar!  Where are all the goodwill citizens - it is Christmas time afterall!!

I had to spend the entire work day with dirty, badly scuffed trousers and top and suffering in pain - yes get your violins out - this girl needs sympathy!

It wouldn't have been so bad if a hunky guy had been nearby and I could've used the excuse that I was 'falling for him' but no - just me and general Joe Pleb.  It also wasn't an 'icy day' and I was wearing super sensible boots - I just had clumsyitis - actually I was doing the usual K rushing/stressing thing - nm.

Anyway home safe and sound now to bathe my wounds lol and to online shop for more work trousers.  I can't have an accident doing that at least - or can I? :)

Wednesday, 15 December 2010

Flush the demons away



We all lose control at times and these present in different ways.  I lost control earlier and was overcome by a compulsion.  We all have demons, mine just decided to present themselves today.  I guess:

The courage to be is the courage to accept oneself, in spite of being unacceptable. ~Paul Tillich

We all have the ability to find courage and not let the BULly wIn.  That's My Initiative Anyway x

Tuesday, 14 December 2010

HIS CAT :(


My Kitty Prayer

Because I’m only human, it’s sometimes hard to be
the wise, all-knowing creature that his cat expects of me.

And so I wish for special help, to somehow understand
the subtle implications of each meowed command.

Oh, let me not forget that hairs don’t stay on its head
and what I like to call a lap is actually a bed.

The awful aroma from its vomit and poo
And to think I was supposed to, with it, share my loo.

The love for her master of which I can’t compete
Yet I have to put up with her twirling round my feet.

I know that I come second to a ball of fur
Maybe I need to swap my mumbling for that of a purr.

I know it’s really lots to ask but please, oh please, take pity
and though I’m only human, help me like his kitty!

Thursday, 9 December 2010

A job worthwhile to make me smile

No, really!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay so I've only been in this job since Monday and so it's early days but so far I am an advert for McDonalds - 'I'm lovin it!'

For many people a job is more than an income – it's an important part of who we are. So a career transition of any sort is one of the most unsettling experiences you can face in your life.  However for me it is so far the best decision I've made.  Choices are the hinges of our destiny and up until now my hinges have been so rusty that the path to destiny has been thwarted.

Good decisions come from experience and experience comes from bad decisions.  I reckon I therefore am super experienced in most aspects of life ;)

At the moment my life is looking up - about time :)



Happiness does happen :)

Monday, 6 December 2010

Brotherly Love x


For once I don't have a broken heart - this time it is my bro who has one and I hate it!  When we were kids I helped my Mom look after him as I was big sis and that was my job:).  When I was little an elastoplast and a 'magic' kiss and hug mended everything.  As we grow past the skinned knee stage most of us experience the shattering and splintering effects of a broken heart caused by lost love - unfortunately no elastoplast or magic rub can take away this kind of pain.

I know my bro will be fine 'cus he's stronger than me and will move on for the sake of his daughter (he's an amazing Dad)!  As a hip-hop fan - I am signing out of this post with a quote from TUPAC the relevance is there:

Saturday, 4 December 2010

Lettuce Rejoice ;)



"Lettuce! O Lettuce!
Let us, O let us,
O Lettuce leaves,
O let us leave this tree and eat
Lettuce, O let us. Lettuce leaves!"

Edward Lear, English artist, writer (1812-1888) 'The History of the Seven Families of the Lake Pipple-Popple'


Lettuce - I love it and admit it forms the major part of my daily diet.  I had to put the above quote in my blog 'cus no one seems to 'get' my lettuce fascination, but clearly Mr Lear understood:).  Maybe it takes two literary artists to give such passion into a humble lettuce (okay so I am NOT a literary great) lol!

Beatrix Potter (see another literary great - there has to be a lettuce/writer connection) says that: 'the effect of eating too much lettuce is 'soporific'.  Well there you go - some people say I am always tired 'cus I don't eat enough - the reality is the lettuce is making me sleepy.

This lettuce research (yes I have a sad existence lol) has helped build up ammo to fire at the 'lettuce grumblers' who moan at my daily consumption of the leafy plant.  Well okay the ammo is poor really and hardly going to stop the grumblers - infact just like the lettuce won't stop their tummies grumbling, but it makes me feel good lol.

Well  anyway I have to go 'cos' it's like an 'iceberg' in here - need to turn the heating on - catch ya later x

Friday, 3 December 2010

Abbreviated Nonsense



What is it with abbreviated disorders? Our attention span is short. We’ve all got Attention Deficit Disorder or ADD or OCD or one of these disorders with three letters because we don’t have the time to pronounce the entire disorder. What's that about?

Then as if that wasn't bad enough - we don't abbreviate appropriately! Take OCD - I have a genuine diagnosis so am not taking the wet but genuine sufferers will get this one - 'OCD' it should be 'CDO' that way the letters are in the right order !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God it so winds me up the wrong way !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It got me thinking about abbreviations in general and how stupid they are, or is it just me that is too 'deep'?  S.O.S (Save Our Souls) - God am I stupid but I want my body saved - I will worry about my soul later - S.O.B. (Save Our Body) is way more appropriate don't you reckon - I mean I would be sobbing if I needed rescuing!

A.A (Alcoholics Anonymous) - how the hell are you anonymous unless you attend the group in disguise - I mean the rest of the group will identify you in the least - A.A. (Alcoholics Arise) - isn't that better?  I mean don't you have to stand up and say, 'My name is.....................and I'm an Alcoholic?  God I need a drink after this rant;).

S.A.S (Special Air Service) - huh - clearly a guy came up with that one - should be SEXY ARMY SOLDIERS) yeah ok so I have a uniform thing - and which girl doesn't?

In reality there are loads more - that is just my short account but they are now starting to bug me.  I reckon I need to re-write all abbreviations.  I did come up with a cool one for my last job title.  I was a P.S.A (I will leave that up to your imaginations';)

Feel free to leave suggestions!

T.T.F.N - L.O.L. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!;)