Tuesday, 31 August 2010
Monday, 30 August 2010
Saturday, 28 August 2010
Reasons I know I'm turning into an old woman:
- I drink more tea than a vicar.
- I drink more tea than a vicar.
- My nights are more commonly spent with me feet up on the sofa than out on the town with my tootsies imprisoned in 6 inchers.
- Playing games & completing crossword puzzles make me happy.
- Technology is scary & impossible to use.
- Playing games & completing crossword puzzles make me happy.
- Technology is scary & impossible to use.
- A blanket on the knees is standard evening wear.
But you know what? I don't even care. I'm happy & this is me.
But you know what? I don't even care. I'm happy & this is me.
Saturday, 14 August 2010
Friday, 13 August 2010
Anything you want done baby, I'll do it naturally
Just waved my mum off on a week away with my nana. If someone had told me a year ago that these two would be spending a holiday together, I would never have believed them. Not in a million years. But now, strangely enough, it seems right. The timing fits & everyone seems finally able to put the past aside & just be a family again. Which is nice.
So, with my mother away I am left to manage the house & look after, not only myself, but the boyface too. I'm looking forward to it though. A week long taster of what it'd be like living together. I have lots planned for us. Although if I fail as a domestic goddess I may just kill myself.
Thursday, 12 August 2010
This is what my love looks like
Today at work this obnoxiously loud woman was talking about how mothers should not be allowed to wear tight clothes or skirts because it sets a bad example for their children, or specifically she said 'daughters'.
I think this is ridiculous. I turned around & said 'I'd take a mum that actually takes care of her kids in a mini-skirt over a mum who neglects them in a sweatshirt any day'. I think the idea of having to de-womanize yourself for your child is proposterous.
In my opinion, being proud of your body is one of the major things you should teach your daughter. Confidence is one of the most important things in the life of a female, and I don't want my daughter to have to suffer through insecurity. Sometimes I think I could be a nudist. There's something so liberating about being completely unashamed of your body. I love how unapologetic they are. I think that takes alot of, for lack of a better term, balls.
Anyways, this is how I feel. Sorry if you don't like it.
Well actually, I'm not really sorry at all.
I think this is ridiculous. I turned around & said 'I'd take a mum that actually takes care of her kids in a mini-skirt over a mum who neglects them in a sweatshirt any day'. I think the idea of having to de-womanize yourself for your child is proposterous.
In my opinion, being proud of your body is one of the major things you should teach your daughter. Confidence is one of the most important things in the life of a female, and I don't want my daughter to have to suffer through insecurity. Sometimes I think I could be a nudist. There's something so liberating about being completely unashamed of your body. I love how unapologetic they are. I think that takes alot of, for lack of a better term, balls.
Anyways, this is how I feel. Sorry if you don't like it.
Well actually, I'm not really sorry at all.
Wednesday, 11 August 2010
Monday, 9 August 2010
Sunday, 8 August 2010
I've forgotten what I started fighting for...
I think I'm angling for a fight at the moment. Not a physical fight. Obviously. That would merely result in me bloody, bruised & embarrassed by my failure. But a passionate, screaming row. Or maybe I'm just crazy.
The last few weeks or so I've been snapping at everyone for no particular reason. It's like I have to argue against what they've said simply because I can. I'm not big-headed enough to think that I'm always right so it's not that. I can't help it either. My poor boyfriend has had to put up with more moody rants & criticisms from me than I'd wish on anyone. He must think I hate him. I'm hoping this is just a phase, maybe I'm hormonal or something. I'm tired of being a bitch & of constantly upsetting the people I love. If I keep pushing them away, soon enough they'll just up & leave. It's time for me to change.
I dunno exactly how I'm gonna do it & it's not gonna be easy but I know that I need to nip this in the bud now. Maybe if I try the old anger management technique of simply counting to three when something annoys you before reacting. Who knows. But watch this space. Soon you'll see a transformation from a dragon to a princess. Well, as close to a princess as I could ever be anyway.
The last few weeks or so I've been snapping at everyone for no particular reason. It's like I have to argue against what they've said simply because I can. I'm not big-headed enough to think that I'm always right so it's not that. I can't help it either. My poor boyfriend has had to put up with more moody rants & criticisms from me than I'd wish on anyone. He must think I hate him. I'm hoping this is just a phase, maybe I'm hormonal or something. I'm tired of being a bitch & of constantly upsetting the people I love. If I keep pushing them away, soon enough they'll just up & leave. It's time for me to change.
I dunno exactly how I'm gonna do it & it's not gonna be easy but I know that I need to nip this in the bud now. Maybe if I try the old anger management technique of simply counting to three when something annoys you before reacting. Who knows. But watch this space. Soon you'll see a transformation from a dragon to a princess. Well, as close to a princess as I could ever be anyway.
Sunday, 1 August 2010
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