It has indeed been a while since I knocked one of these up, I've been very busy this summer more or less living out of our car as L and I have been up and down England, and here, there and everywhere in Italy. It was almost a relief to start school and work again. Almost.
1. Why can't all the consultants at the supply agency I work for give clear information, you know like the postcode of where you're going, the year group, if there is planning... Apparently it's rocket science!
2. When should I decorate for Autumn? Part of me is itching to and the other part doesn't relish digging about in the cupboard under the stairs. There will be spiders and I will scream.
3. Why do I stay up and eat rubbish when L goes away? It's like I turn into a rebellious child! What do you mean LIKE, you do turn into a child!
4. Will I get that job of teaching 3 days a week for 6 weeks? You can but hope. And smile nicely, but don't show too much teeth, you look like you're snarling when you do that.
5. When will they change our windows and doors? Everyone is having them done where we live but I'd bet my last £10 that it won't be before we move and can therefore feel the benefit with a lower heating bill. Yeah, so that will be the day you move out!
6. Why are some people so doom and gloom? Sheesh! It's exhausting listening to their misery! Which is why you stop listening when they resist your attempts to cheer them up. You're nice like that.
7. Why does toast always land buttered side down when you drop it? Because it's the last slice and you really, really want it.
8. Why are my dreams so weird at the moment? I actualLy dreamt about having a temper tantrum over people not making enough fuss of me and my birthday! What a diva.
9. If I promise myself that I'll go to bed and try to sleep at a reasonable hour, will I actually do it? Not in this life time, apparently you like looking haggard.
10. Is there anything more despicable than football hooligans? Yes but it makes you sad to think of them, so don't.
11. What can you do with a child who kicks another child simply because they are in their way? Communicate with them, put consequences in place and repeat, repeat, repeat.
12. Will I ever stop jumping every time my phone lights up or vibrates in case it is a call for work from the agency? Probably not anytime soon.
13. Can I be more excited about my mumma coming to visit in a few weeks? Yes, but not too excited you might pee yourself, since going back to work and having to hold your bladder for hours at a time it's not as strong as it used to be.
14. Will L and I get the kind of house we've requested when we move? Truth is I'd be happy with any house as I know there are people the world over without one. Patience Natasha.
15. Where has my gym mojo gone? To the bottom of a crisp packet at a guess.
16. Am I seriously down to my last £40 in my account? Ah man! Yes, so get off the Internet and stop torturing yourself with what you can't have!
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Wednesday, 3 April 2013
Wednesday Wonderings
I've not actually been pondering much lately. At least nothing remotely entertaining, my mind has been preoccupied with 'adult' things *how dull*
Why do men have to ask questions when you're in the middle of watching something?
And to add to the above when you pause it to explain or answer one of their many questions, why do they then insist you don't need to BUT still ask questions?
Why is the waiting game the hardest one to play and why aren't there any winners?
Why does toast always land butter side down?
Why is my hair currently doing its own thing and making me look bedraggled?
Did L and his friend Easy really add milk to their fruit teas and wonder why it tasted so disgusting? hahahaha so wish I could have been a fly on the wall when they did this! Hahaha
Why does L laugh at me so much?
Why have I STILL not started my Masters level assignment? Ugh Natasha. You never learn.
Was cutting my own fringe really a good idea? Erm no, like you had to ask.
Why can I feel myself retreating into myself again? *sigh*
Why, when you have to make a choice are these choices always stacked up against each other to put you between the proverbial rock and a hard place?
Who has stolen my battered sheep slippers? They are about the only thing that I still hold on to out of sentimental attachment. It's a weird story.
Why do companies who are cold calling you withhold their numbers? Common sense tells you if you see a private number on your mobile it's a cold call and chances are you're not going to answer.
Why do men have to ask questions when you're in the middle of watching something?
And to add to the above when you pause it to explain or answer one of their many questions, why do they then insist you don't need to BUT still ask questions?
Why is the waiting game the hardest one to play and why aren't there any winners?
Why does toast always land butter side down?
Why is my hair currently doing its own thing and making me look bedraggled?
Did L and his friend Easy really add milk to their fruit teas and wonder why it tasted so disgusting? hahahaha so wish I could have been a fly on the wall when they did this! Hahaha
Why does L laugh at me so much?
Why have I STILL not started my Masters level assignment? Ugh Natasha. You never learn.
Was cutting my own fringe really a good idea? Erm no, like you had to ask.
Why can I feel myself retreating into myself again? *sigh*
Why, when you have to make a choice are these choices always stacked up against each other to put you between the proverbial rock and a hard place?
Who has stolen my battered sheep slippers? They are about the only thing that I still hold on to out of sentimental attachment. It's a weird story.
Why do companies who are cold calling you withhold their numbers? Common sense tells you if you see a private number on your mobile it's a cold call and chances are you're not going to answer.
Wednesday, 26 September 2012
Wednesday Wonderings
I missed a post or two, Wednesdays have come and gone what and I knew what I 'should' be doing but I can't multitask, so panicking was in and posting random thoughts was out.
In light of me trying out the new mantra 'just let it go' here is a select sample of what has passed through my brain matter...
Why would cheese be on this earth if it wasn't meant to be eaten?
Just how much space have I left in my brain to cram more information in before I reach saturation point and my hard drive starts smoking?
Who invented the punch bag? I need to kiss that person for helping me out with my anger and emotion issues. Oh and for keeping me sane.
Do people on a Postgrad Teaching Course really need to be forewarned of posting up inappropriate statuses and pictures re children/schools on their Facebook accounts?
After a nearly 3 weeks of being 'good' and 'organised' (doing my homework when it's set and not leaving it until the last minute) will I be able to continue this or will it all go to pot very soon?
Am I aware of the gruelling pace I'm setting for myself with trying to stay on top of Uni work, cram things into my already pretty full head and my usual responsibilities of exercising, cooking dinner and housework etc?
Is it normal to have moments of dread when I think about different aspects of this course like being assessed while I stand in front of class supposedly teaching?
Or even the fact I am going to have to be responsible for something as heavy and weighty as others' education?
Can I please get off this emotional roller coaster? It's exhausting swinging between calmly getting on with the work and the panic of the reality of QTS tests, cramming information in my head and juggling everything. Oh and PMT too to boot.
Why do academic writers make their text so dense and deliberately inaccessible to people like me?
Why does seeing children in their own world entertain me so much? They really do brighten my day.
Why is it no matter how organised I am or how well I think I am juggling the work load for uni, do I often get to class and realise there's something I missed?
If the course directors are aware and have said themselves that its impossible to do all the reading etc, why do they give us so much? Surely the common sense approach that would be less overwhelming and panic inducing - for people like me - would be to reduce the reading? Makes sense, no?
Why am I disengaging with the course all ready? Now that one I can answer - I'm looking for a pattern and trying to compartmentalise things, like what bit is them teaching us how to teach and what bit is subject knowledge for us. Maybe it's a case that all of it is subject knowledge for us???...
Why do men have to be such a-holes at times?
An ear infection in not one but BOTH ears, really?!
Who invented Advil? I could kiss them for their pain relieving magic.
Who would have thought writing your first lesson plan could be so hard?
In light of me trying out the new mantra 'just let it go' here is a select sample of what has passed through my brain matter...
Why would cheese be on this earth if it wasn't meant to be eaten?
Just how much space have I left in my brain to cram more information in before I reach saturation point and my hard drive starts smoking?
Who invented the punch bag? I need to kiss that person for helping me out with my anger and emotion issues. Oh and for keeping me sane.
Do people on a Postgrad Teaching Course really need to be forewarned of posting up inappropriate statuses and pictures re children/schools on their Facebook accounts?
After a nearly 3 weeks of being 'good' and 'organised' (doing my homework when it's set and not leaving it until the last minute) will I be able to continue this or will it all go to pot very soon?
Am I aware of the gruelling pace I'm setting for myself with trying to stay on top of Uni work, cram things into my already pretty full head and my usual responsibilities of exercising, cooking dinner and housework etc?
Is it normal to have moments of dread when I think about different aspects of this course like being assessed while I stand in front of class supposedly teaching?
Or even the fact I am going to have to be responsible for something as heavy and weighty as others' education?
Can I please get off this emotional roller coaster? It's exhausting swinging between calmly getting on with the work and the panic of the reality of QTS tests, cramming information in my head and juggling everything. Oh and PMT too to boot.
Why do academic writers make their text so dense and deliberately inaccessible to people like me?
Why does seeing children in their own world entertain me so much? They really do brighten my day.
Why is it no matter how organised I am or how well I think I am juggling the work load for uni, do I often get to class and realise there's something I missed?
If the course directors are aware and have said themselves that its impossible to do all the reading etc, why do they give us so much? Surely the common sense approach that would be less overwhelming and panic inducing - for people like me - would be to reduce the reading? Makes sense, no?
Why am I disengaging with the course all ready? Now that one I can answer - I'm looking for a pattern and trying to compartmentalise things, like what bit is them teaching us how to teach and what bit is subject knowledge for us. Maybe it's a case that all of it is subject knowledge for us???...
Why do men have to be such a-holes at times?
An ear infection in not one but BOTH ears, really?!
Who invented Advil? I could kiss them for their pain relieving magic.
Who would have thought writing your first lesson plan could be so hard?
Thursday, 30 June 2011
Wednesday Wonderings
I actually meant to post this up yesterday but I saved it as a draft and then became distracted with sulking with Lucy. So without further ado, here you go....
If I should go to Glastonbury and experience it just once in my lifetime? Its not the camping that bothers me, its the sheer number of people which I find intimidating and I like my own space.
What's caused the latest infestation of earwigs and daddy long legs that have decided to visit uninvited? Yuck.
How long I have to wait for my new and expensive pore reducing organic product to work? Have been using it for a week now and I can't say that I've noticed the slightest bit of difference. Imagine that.
Where I am going to find the motivation to take Lucy Lou - dog that I'm dog-sitting for 2 weeks - on a run today?
How much longer is L going to milk the fact I fractured his nose?
Why lack of sleep makes me emotional?
Why Lucy peed on the carpet in the middle of night? I think its was the washing machine coming on that scared her because she's not used to the sound but....she's a dog so who knows.
What is the psychology behind comfort eating?
How I am going to find the energy and enthusiasm for my 90 minute karate session this evening? (Tuesday)
Why every favour I seem to do for people actually ends up being very complicated and drawn out?
How long a dog's memory lasts? How long is the right amount of time to chastise or to remain angry with them for?
If its wise to be contemplating going through all my clothes and throwing things away when I feel this angry? Definitely not. But when have I ever let reason get in the way of emotion.
Why instead of going to get my glasses I insist on squinting at this computer screen and giving myself attractive crows feet? Huh bet there's an expensive organic face product for that.
Why sarcasm is said to be the lowest form of wit but the highest form of intelligence? If any one is interested Oscar Wilde said that.
Why I am not a uniform size? It used to be that I could walk into any shop and pick my size off the rail and it would be the same size in every shop, now I have to spend hours in the changing room trying on all manner of sizes only to find out that my boobs aren't in the right place, aren't the right shape, my waist is in the wrong place, I'm not tall enough, my body is too short etc.
Why do we look at other people and assume that their life is perfect?
Why if one woman says something a little below the belt about another she is being a bitch but when a man does it...its called being witty?
If I should go to Glastonbury and experience it just once in my lifetime? Its not the camping that bothers me, its the sheer number of people which I find intimidating and I like my own space.
What's caused the latest infestation of earwigs and daddy long legs that have decided to visit uninvited? Yuck.
How long I have to wait for my new and expensive pore reducing organic product to work? Have been using it for a week now and I can't say that I've noticed the slightest bit of difference. Imagine that.
Where I am going to find the motivation to take Lucy Lou - dog that I'm dog-sitting for 2 weeks - on a run today?
How much longer is L going to milk the fact I fractured his nose?
Why lack of sleep makes me emotional?
Why Lucy peed on the carpet in the middle of night? I think its was the washing machine coming on that scared her because she's not used to the sound but....she's a dog so who knows.
What is the psychology behind comfort eating?
How I am going to find the energy and enthusiasm for my 90 minute karate session this evening? (Tuesday)
Why every favour I seem to do for people actually ends up being very complicated and drawn out?
How long a dog's memory lasts? How long is the right amount of time to chastise or to remain angry with them for?
If its wise to be contemplating going through all my clothes and throwing things away when I feel this angry? Definitely not. But when have I ever let reason get in the way of emotion.
Why instead of going to get my glasses I insist on squinting at this computer screen and giving myself attractive crows feet? Huh bet there's an expensive organic face product for that.
Why sarcasm is said to be the lowest form of wit but the highest form of intelligence? If any one is interested Oscar Wilde said that.
Why I am not a uniform size? It used to be that I could walk into any shop and pick my size off the rail and it would be the same size in every shop, now I have to spend hours in the changing room trying on all manner of sizes only to find out that my boobs aren't in the right place, aren't the right shape, my waist is in the wrong place, I'm not tall enough, my body is too short etc.
Why do we look at other people and assume that their life is perfect?
Why if one woman says something a little below the belt about another she is being a bitch but when a man does it...its called being witty?
Wednesday, 9 March 2011
Wednesday Wonderings
So...well I'm kind of in a better mood than I was this time last week. My sense of humour hasn't really came back but I have had a double helping of sarcasm recently, so...I suppose I should be thankful.
Being semi-thankful has freed me up to have time for musing about the following;
Where my head was on Monday? Monday morning, remembered no less than at least 4 times that I had a hygienist appointment with the dentist at 14:30, Monday afternoon...FORGOT!!! My forgetfulness cost me £82.00 - £41.00 for the appointment I missed and £41.00 for the one I had to go to today.
What horrible person gave me a stomach bug and why would they do that.
What is so hard about putting a dirty bowl and some cups in the dishwasher that makes L place them on the work surface ABOVE said dishwasher rather than in it. Let me guess...because the sink is full.
Why people are interested, even remotely, in the car crash of a life that is Charlie Sheen. The guy is odious, seriously repulsive. Oh and you can add Lindsay Lohan to that list of repugnant individuals too.
I know I've mentioned this one before but I'm still waiting for an answer, why if we have a double bed with our own pillows does L insist on sleeping on my side and sharing my pillows.
Why people assume that because I adore my little pudding (God son to be) that I have changed my mind about having children.
Why there are only 24 hours in a day when I have so much that I need and want to do.
Why workmen NEVER EVER turn up on time or when they say they will.
How I managed to hurt the tendon in my big toe on my right foot to make myself walk like a complete freak.
What is going on with my hair today, it is sticking up in so many places that I look like I have been plugged in and electrocuted
Why when L goes away do I turn into a kid left home alone - the house descends in to a chaotic mess, I eat all the wrong foods, stay up late and refuse to get out of bed in the morning.
Being semi-thankful has freed me up to have time for musing about the following;
Where my head was on Monday? Monday morning, remembered no less than at least 4 times that I had a hygienist appointment with the dentist at 14:30, Monday afternoon...FORGOT!!! My forgetfulness cost me £82.00 - £41.00 for the appointment I missed and £41.00 for the one I had to go to today.
What horrible person gave me a stomach bug and why would they do that.
What is so hard about putting a dirty bowl and some cups in the dishwasher that makes L place them on the work surface ABOVE said dishwasher rather than in it. Let me guess...because the sink is full.
Why people are interested, even remotely, in the car crash of a life that is Charlie Sheen. The guy is odious, seriously repulsive. Oh and you can add Lindsay Lohan to that list of repugnant individuals too.
I know I've mentioned this one before but I'm still waiting for an answer, why if we have a double bed with our own pillows does L insist on sleeping on my side and sharing my pillows.
Why people assume that because I adore my little pudding (God son to be) that I have changed my mind about having children.
Why there are only 24 hours in a day when I have so much that I need and want to do.
Why workmen NEVER EVER turn up on time or when they say they will.
How I managed to hurt the tendon in my big toe on my right foot to make myself walk like a complete freak.
What is going on with my hair today, it is sticking up in so many places that I look like I have been plugged in and electrocuted
Why when L goes away do I turn into a kid left home alone - the house descends in to a chaotic mess, I eat all the wrong foods, stay up late and refuse to get out of bed in the morning.
Wednesday, 23 February 2011
Wednesday Wonderings
Its been a slow week for my musings because I've been fairly busy; editing stories, planning weekend trips to visit family, organising volunteering...and one hundred and other things that I can't seem to think of right now.
So, getting to the point here's what has been on my mind in my more vacant moments...
If lying is, or can ever be, acceptable?
Why as soon as L goes away so does my good eating habits? I dive right into anything with loads of sugar and preservatives that I can find the first night he's away.
What people see in MacDonalds, come on people there are hundreds of better tasting burgers out there. And no I do not succumb to them when L goes away, I'd rather gouge out my eyes with a spoon then contaminate my palate with anything from there. Yuck. MacDonalds...right up there with Brad Pitt on the yuck scale.
Why the glass has to be half full or half empty? Surely half a glass is half a glass, its neither one nor the other but has the potential to be both?
How many more people I am going to see this week that strangely resemble their dogs? Seriously this has happened a lot. And its only Wednesday.
Why people have a problem with me as a 33 year old woman wearing jeans, trainers and hoodies or hooded sweat tops? I'm comfortable and I'm secure enough (mostly) in myself that I do not feel the need to go everywhere with make up on worrying that others will think I am less than perfect if I don't look immaculate. I am less than perfect and if I'm okay with that...you can be too.
Why when I'm up against a deadline do I find every task that needs doing, but isn't pressing, irresistible? Cleaning toilets, wiping out the fridge, cleaning the filter on the washing machine or the hoover...all strangely alluring when I have a deadline.
Why shoes which have practically nothing to them - like flip flops - are the one type of shoe that tears your feet to ribbons? Trainers...a little bit of rubbing on the heal, flip flops...blisters everywhere - between the toes, on the toes, on the sole of your foot, on the top of your foot!
So, getting to the point here's what has been on my mind in my more vacant moments...
If lying is, or can ever be, acceptable?
Why as soon as L goes away so does my good eating habits? I dive right into anything with loads of sugar and preservatives that I can find the first night he's away.
What people see in MacDonalds, come on people there are hundreds of better tasting burgers out there. And no I do not succumb to them when L goes away, I'd rather gouge out my eyes with a spoon then contaminate my palate with anything from there. Yuck. MacDonalds...right up there with Brad Pitt on the yuck scale.
Why the glass has to be half full or half empty? Surely half a glass is half a glass, its neither one nor the other but has the potential to be both?
How many more people I am going to see this week that strangely resemble their dogs? Seriously this has happened a lot. And its only Wednesday.
Why people have a problem with me as a 33 year old woman wearing jeans, trainers and hoodies or hooded sweat tops? I'm comfortable and I'm secure enough (mostly) in myself that I do not feel the need to go everywhere with make up on worrying that others will think I am less than perfect if I don't look immaculate. I am less than perfect and if I'm okay with that...you can be too.
Why when I'm up against a deadline do I find every task that needs doing, but isn't pressing, irresistible? Cleaning toilets, wiping out the fridge, cleaning the filter on the washing machine or the hoover...all strangely alluring when I have a deadline.
Why shoes which have practically nothing to them - like flip flops - are the one type of shoe that tears your feet to ribbons? Trainers...a little bit of rubbing on the heal, flip flops...blisters everywhere - between the toes, on the toes, on the sole of your foot, on the top of your foot!
Wednesday, 8 December 2010
Wednesday Wonderings
Bit of a slow week this week, have had other things to stress about other than musing about the strange randomness of the world...
Why, when I want to be left alone because I'm in less than a good mood does L think it would be a good idea to annoy me? And people wonder why we don't have children...
Why even my best made plans go wrong?
Why my cooking tastes good (well fantastic actually) but doesn't look particularly ascetically pleasing?
Why my mum asked for a laptop for Christmas when she still hasn't worked out that a scientific calculator isn't a remote for the TV? Bless her.
Why that private school had to ruin my plan to see Mega Mind at the cinema by bringing 63 children to see it, during the week. That is hardly sporting. Saw Harry Potter instead, (shrug of the shoulders) was okay...little too long winded in places. I zoned out, a few times...a fair bit, thought about sleeping once or twice too.
Why I woke up screaming two nights ago? Hhmm what makes you think I have things on my mind????
If the bags and dark circles under my eyes can get any worse?
Who I pissed off in my previous lives to be having such a hard time in this one?
Why, when I want to be left alone because I'm in less than a good mood does L think it would be a good idea to annoy me? And people wonder why we don't have children...
Why even my best made plans go wrong?
Why my cooking tastes good (well fantastic actually) but doesn't look particularly ascetically pleasing?
Why my mum asked for a laptop for Christmas when she still hasn't worked out that a scientific calculator isn't a remote for the TV? Bless her.
Why that private school had to ruin my plan to see Mega Mind at the cinema by bringing 63 children to see it, during the week. That is hardly sporting. Saw Harry Potter instead, (shrug of the shoulders) was okay...little too long winded in places. I zoned out, a few times...a fair bit, thought about sleeping once or twice too.
Why I woke up screaming two nights ago? Hhmm what makes you think I have things on my mind????
If the bags and dark circles under my eyes can get any worse?
Who I pissed off in my previous lives to be having such a hard time in this one?
Wednesday, 24 November 2010
Wednesday Wonderings
I should have posted this one up last week but I didn't feel like it after the loss of Ann. So although this is a week old here goes...
I've been too busy with things like revision for exams, telephone interviews, face-to-face interviews etc to have time to ponder the finer details of life lately.
That said I have been wondering about;
Who L is going to get to do all the little jobs that he gets me to do when I go back to work? Oh little jobs like haul a tyre to a shop/place where they fix these type of things - see I don't even know what the name is of these tyre-fixing places are! By fix I mean mend/plug - whatever - the hole made by the nail that was driven over.
Why wives/girlfriends are meant to be a walking calendar of EVERYONE's birthdays/anniversaries/general special occasions, oh you might as well add responsible for purchasing the cards, writing them out and a postal service too to that list
Why, despite having his own pillow and sleeping in a double bed L has to use my pillow and sleep so close to me - as in on my side - to render having a double bed pointless
Why bad things happen to good people
If women really are THAT stupid that they ACTUALLY believe that a mascara featured on TV will make their eyelashes look like the model and that the model DOESN'T have false eyelashes/extensions on - seriously someone please tell me that my own species isn't that challenged and restore my faith...
Where my sudden adiction to playing Fable III has come from - yup really am that sad
What women find so thrilling about shopping - I can't stand it. I can't think of anything worse than going in and out of a dozen shops to try on clothes that don't fit, need to be altered, look awful on because I am vertically challenged (i.e. short) and have to stare at my own body in mirrors with hideous lighting that makes me look even shorter than I actually am?!
Why the cost of train fares are going up and the standard of the service is declining proportionately - seriously WHERE and on WHAT is the publics' money being spent on
Why I don't seem to have the mystical art of multitasking that other women have. This is no joke I really can't multitask, I think I might have been able to once...but I couldn't say for sure. I do have a tendency to make things up and am so convincing when persuading others that I convince myself in the process.
Why I was born with a trigger thumb or hyperextensible metacarpophalangeal anomaly as its also know (my mum told me I was born like it but some Dr argue its something that developes as an infant)
I've been too busy with things like revision for exams, telephone interviews, face-to-face interviews etc to have time to ponder the finer details of life lately.
That said I have been wondering about;
Who L is going to get to do all the little jobs that he gets me to do when I go back to work? Oh little jobs like haul a tyre to a shop/place where they fix these type of things - see I don't even know what the name is of these tyre-fixing places are! By fix I mean mend/plug - whatever - the hole made by the nail that was driven over.
Why wives/girlfriends are meant to be a walking calendar of EVERYONE's birthdays/anniversaries/general special occasions, oh you might as well add responsible for purchasing the cards, writing them out and a postal service too to that list
Why, despite having his own pillow and sleeping in a double bed L has to use my pillow and sleep so close to me - as in on my side - to render having a double bed pointless
Why bad things happen to good people
If women really are THAT stupid that they ACTUALLY believe that a mascara featured on TV will make their eyelashes look like the model and that the model DOESN'T have false eyelashes/extensions on - seriously someone please tell me that my own species isn't that challenged and restore my faith...
Where my sudden adiction to playing Fable III has come from - yup really am that sad
What women find so thrilling about shopping - I can't stand it. I can't think of anything worse than going in and out of a dozen shops to try on clothes that don't fit, need to be altered, look awful on because I am vertically challenged (i.e. short) and have to stare at my own body in mirrors with hideous lighting that makes me look even shorter than I actually am?!
Why the cost of train fares are going up and the standard of the service is declining proportionately - seriously WHERE and on WHAT is the publics' money being spent on
Why I don't seem to have the mystical art of multitasking that other women have. This is no joke I really can't multitask, I think I might have been able to once...but I couldn't say for sure. I do have a tendency to make things up and am so convincing when persuading others that I convince myself in the process.
Why I was born with a trigger thumb or hyperextensible metacarpophalangeal anomaly as its also know (my mum told me I was born like it but some Dr argue its something that developes as an infant)
Wednesday, 10 November 2010
Wednesday Wonderings
Hhmm, over the last few days I've been pondering the following:
Why us women frantically clean our houses and tidy up before any one comes to stay - no one is fooled that our houses look like that all the time or naturally.
Where men were when Mother Nature was giving out the ability to listen? Coupled with this one I also wonder why I even bother to expect to be listened to?
Why there is no translation between Maths and English - in Maths 2 negatives make a positive, in English 2 negatives just reiterate the point. I mean when you're young and you're after something, you ask your dad and he says no. Obviously this isn't the answer you're after so you ask your mum, she says no too. So if you apply the mathematical rule of 2 negatives make a positive...you should get the answer that you want which is a positive, but you don't, you get a clip round the ear instead.
Wondering where the shock and sensationalism is meant to be in the headline 'Jackson was addicted to surgery' Because no one had figured that much out for themselves had they?
Why I always seem to get sick when Luke isn't here to look after me or make me cups of tea? No wait, that doesn't happen but I'd prefer it if it did because that way I wouldn't get upset and angry about the fact he refuses to acknowledge the fact I'm not well and still ask me to do things like 'mow the grass' or 'weed the patio and path' Hhmm guess I should change this one to wondering where L was when mother nature was giving out sympathy, at the back playing with the Lego I imagine.
What the saying 'a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush' actually means.
Where the common sense is in people saying your lost item 'is always in the last place that you look' Well of course it is. Where would the common sense be in continuing to look?
Why people on day release (i.e. slightly crazy) always make a bee line for me? What is it that they see in my face that makes them pick me to talk to?
What my Creative Writing lecturer was trying to impart to us students by saying 'there's no such thing as an original idea, someone somewhere will have already written a story based on your idea' To then mark us down for being unoriginal.
Why us women frantically clean our houses and tidy up before any one comes to stay - no one is fooled that our houses look like that all the time or naturally.
Where men were when Mother Nature was giving out the ability to listen? Coupled with this one I also wonder why I even bother to expect to be listened to?
Why there is no translation between Maths and English - in Maths 2 negatives make a positive, in English 2 negatives just reiterate the point. I mean when you're young and you're after something, you ask your dad and he says no. Obviously this isn't the answer you're after so you ask your mum, she says no too. So if you apply the mathematical rule of 2 negatives make a positive...you should get the answer that you want which is a positive, but you don't, you get a clip round the ear instead.
Wondering where the shock and sensationalism is meant to be in the headline 'Jackson was addicted to surgery' Because no one had figured that much out for themselves had they?
Why I always seem to get sick when Luke isn't here to look after me or make me cups of tea? No wait, that doesn't happen but I'd prefer it if it did because that way I wouldn't get upset and angry about the fact he refuses to acknowledge the fact I'm not well and still ask me to do things like 'mow the grass' or 'weed the patio and path' Hhmm guess I should change this one to wondering where L was when mother nature was giving out sympathy, at the back playing with the Lego I imagine.
What the saying 'a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush' actually means.
Where the common sense is in people saying your lost item 'is always in the last place that you look' Well of course it is. Where would the common sense be in continuing to look?
Why people on day release (i.e. slightly crazy) always make a bee line for me? What is it that they see in my face that makes them pick me to talk to?
What my Creative Writing lecturer was trying to impart to us students by saying 'there's no such thing as an original idea, someone somewhere will have already written a story based on your idea' To then mark us down for being unoriginal.
Wednesday, 3 November 2010
Wondering Wednesday
I've been musing about the following;
Why the postman can't deliver the right post to the right house? Next door had a whole pile of our post. It really isn't rocket science to be able to tell the difference between 41 and 42, and don't even get me started on the difference in our surnames. (I will resist the urge to bellow at him tomorrow that his village called and they want their idiot back!. I will resist, I will resist)
Why when I'm in a bad mood does L immediately ask if I've taken my pills (Agnus Castus to help with the PCOS) rather than think he might be what has upset me? Yeah because it couldn't possibly be his fault!
When manners went out of fashion because no one told me. When did it become okay to not say thank you when someone holds a door open for you, or to not give up your sit for an elderly person, or to not say thank you when given sweets for halloween but rather to whinge about the - and I quote - 'lack of choice' - yes trick or treaters I am referring to you.
What they do with the bits that they don't use in Polo mints and doughnuts?
Why buttered toast always lands butter side down when you drop it? Does it have something to do with being heavier?
How and why do cats always land on their feet? and how did they go about finding/proving that?
Why my Christmas Cactus - that flowers, not sure why that's important - suddenly becomes an Easter Cactus around Easter time? If (yeah right like it isn't a definite) that its just super markets conning us what are they really called?
And that's about it for the time being.
Why the postman can't deliver the right post to the right house? Next door had a whole pile of our post. It really isn't rocket science to be able to tell the difference between 41 and 42, and don't even get me started on the difference in our surnames. (I will resist the urge to bellow at him tomorrow that his village called and they want their idiot back!. I will resist, I will resist)
Why when I'm in a bad mood does L immediately ask if I've taken my pills (Agnus Castus to help with the PCOS) rather than think he might be what has upset me? Yeah because it couldn't possibly be his fault!
When manners went out of fashion because no one told me. When did it become okay to not say thank you when someone holds a door open for you, or to not give up your sit for an elderly person, or to not say thank you when given sweets for halloween but rather to whinge about the - and I quote - 'lack of choice' - yes trick or treaters I am referring to you.
What they do with the bits that they don't use in Polo mints and doughnuts?
Why buttered toast always lands butter side down when you drop it? Does it have something to do with being heavier?
How and why do cats always land on their feet? and how did they go about finding/proving that?
Why my Christmas Cactus - that flowers, not sure why that's important - suddenly becomes an Easter Cactus around Easter time? If (yeah right like it isn't a definite) that its just super markets conning us what are they really called?
And that's about it for the time being.
Wednesday, 27 October 2010
Wondering Wednesday
I have A LOT of random thoughts throughout the course of a day. Thoughts about things that I notice and day-dream or muse on - things that only be called innane - that also help pass the time of day.
So, to give voice to all the strange things I think about I'm going to save them/write them down and post them up every Wednesday. Yes I really do think about that many stupid things that I can dedicate a weekly post to them.
Here's a taster,
As its getting closer and closer to Halloween and all the shops are full of costumes and sweets, pumpkins, decorations etc I got to thinking about how strange the tradition of Halloween is. Here's why.
On the odd occasion mum was forced to take me to a friend's house, her friend not mine, because she had to pop in on the way home this is what would happen. Around the corner from said friend's house she would pull me to a halt, straighten my collar, use mystical spit to clean my face (yuck) cup my chin in her hand and tell me sternly 'Okay when we get in there Natasha I want you to be on your best behaviour, don't embarrass me. Sit nicely and quietly and don't ask for anything, no drinks or sweets or anything ok?' I'd usually nod my head and think longingly of dinner. Now, the tradition of Halloween is essentally the time of year where your parents dress you up in something ridiculous in the guise of it being 'cute' and they take out to what basically comes down to begging. Now here's the thing that gives me pause for thought - how is that you're not allowed to accept or ask for food from a friend but its perfectly acceptable to dress you up in stupid clothes and take you out begging from strangers?
Equally I never really got the Santa thing either. All year round at school and at home you'd be lectured until your ears bled about accepting sweets from strangers, going off with them, talking to them etc and then comes Christmas time. Again you're dressed up in something awful taken to a shopping centre, where you que for forever. Finally you get to the front of the que and you're told to sit on 'Santa's' lap, smile to have your picture taken and to tell 'Santa' if you've been good and what you'd like for Christmas. And then, and here's the best bit, you get given a present. So just in case you're missing the point...you sit on a strange man's lap, have your picture taken and get a present. And your parents think this is okay.
Talk about mixed messages;-)
I'm also wondering why the other day a lady who I really don't know that well felt it was entirely appropriate to tell me that since having her children she can't cough, sneeze or laugh without peeing herself a little. We were in the middle of the street and she wasn't particularly quiet about it. Charming.
Why are all the things that taste good bad for you? Chocolate, tastes good but bad for you, crisps, tastes good, but again bad for you. Cakes, biscuits, muffins - all taste good yet also bad for you. Brussel sprouts, taste like trump but good for you. Where is the fairness in that?
Also, one last thing, why is it considered good luck to either step in dog crap or have a bird crap on you? From where I'm standing neither one of those is much fun to have to deal with, and personally I'd consider myself lucky to NOT step in it or have it descend on me from a height.
Am also wondering why dogs have to try to carry mini trees instead of going for a reasonably sized stick. I've been looking after a friend's boxer - Bella - and walking her every day. Today, third day of hour long outing together, just as I was wondering if it's a male dog thing to pick up a stick that is far too large and will just knock me off my feet as they go passed, Bella did the same thing.
Admittedly her chosen mini tree didn't have as much girth as the ones male dogs seem to pick...but it was incredibly long. She lost interest when it snapped. But why do they do it? Are they compensating for something - male dogs that I've seen doing it have all had the snip?
So, to give voice to all the strange things I think about I'm going to save them/write them down and post them up every Wednesday. Yes I really do think about that many stupid things that I can dedicate a weekly post to them.
Here's a taster,
As its getting closer and closer to Halloween and all the shops are full of costumes and sweets, pumpkins, decorations etc I got to thinking about how strange the tradition of Halloween is. Here's why.
On the odd occasion mum was forced to take me to a friend's house, her friend not mine, because she had to pop in on the way home this is what would happen. Around the corner from said friend's house she would pull me to a halt, straighten my collar, use mystical spit to clean my face (yuck) cup my chin in her hand and tell me sternly 'Okay when we get in there Natasha I want you to be on your best behaviour, don't embarrass me. Sit nicely and quietly and don't ask for anything, no drinks or sweets or anything ok?' I'd usually nod my head and think longingly of dinner. Now, the tradition of Halloween is essentally the time of year where your parents dress you up in something ridiculous in the guise of it being 'cute' and they take out to what basically comes down to begging. Now here's the thing that gives me pause for thought - how is that you're not allowed to accept or ask for food from a friend but its perfectly acceptable to dress you up in stupid clothes and take you out begging from strangers?
Equally I never really got the Santa thing either. All year round at school and at home you'd be lectured until your ears bled about accepting sweets from strangers, going off with them, talking to them etc and then comes Christmas time. Again you're dressed up in something awful taken to a shopping centre, where you que for forever. Finally you get to the front of the que and you're told to sit on 'Santa's' lap, smile to have your picture taken and to tell 'Santa' if you've been good and what you'd like for Christmas. And then, and here's the best bit, you get given a present. So just in case you're missing the point...you sit on a strange man's lap, have your picture taken and get a present. And your parents think this is okay.
Talk about mixed messages;-)
I'm also wondering why the other day a lady who I really don't know that well felt it was entirely appropriate to tell me that since having her children she can't cough, sneeze or laugh without peeing herself a little. We were in the middle of the street and she wasn't particularly quiet about it. Charming.
Why are all the things that taste good bad for you? Chocolate, tastes good but bad for you, crisps, tastes good, but again bad for you. Cakes, biscuits, muffins - all taste good yet also bad for you. Brussel sprouts, taste like trump but good for you. Where is the fairness in that?
Also, one last thing, why is it considered good luck to either step in dog crap or have a bird crap on you? From where I'm standing neither one of those is much fun to have to deal with, and personally I'd consider myself lucky to NOT step in it or have it descend on me from a height.
Am also wondering why dogs have to try to carry mini trees instead of going for a reasonably sized stick. I've been looking after a friend's boxer - Bella - and walking her every day. Today, third day of hour long outing together, just as I was wondering if it's a male dog thing to pick up a stick that is far too large and will just knock me off my feet as they go passed, Bella did the same thing.
Admittedly her chosen mini tree didn't have as much girth as the ones male dogs seem to pick...but it was incredibly long. She lost interest when it snapped. But why do they do it? Are they compensating for something - male dogs that I've seen doing it have all had the snip?
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