Moving day

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Men can multitask after all?

It’s been stated that men are incapable of doing several things at once.Something I frequently point out to my husband-to-be.Mostly for amusement really.But one day he came back with a reply: “Oh but we can,my dear Spanky” (don’t ask) “Now,I’m talking to you,walking, breathing and scratching my nose at the same time.”

He does have a point.It’s still doing many things at once.Just not very practical ones.I suppose that’s the male version of multitasking..Better than nothing really.

Roleplay

Power or responsibility changes people.It’s a fact.When you’re a general dogsbody,with no ways of changing anything at all,you’re fine.They’ll like you then.But try being their friend when you’ve got a different role than them,and watch the change.Now they smile to your face,then moan behind your back.Maybe it’s a threat?Or that you can tell them what to do?Because surely you,of all people,shouldn’t have that privilege.

I think some people don’t like change.And some just don’t like other people.

My own celebration

I’d prepared myself for Saturday,to do my own little celebration of my national day.Granted it wouldn’t be a big parade,but I wanted to do my own little walk.And buy an ice cream to eat along the way.

When I spoke to my mum,she told me it was cold and windy,some places it even snowed!So maybe it was fitting,that it rained the whole day here.Just to make it more like home,perhaps?

I didn’t go on my solo-parade.Instead I stayed in,looked at photos online of the celebrations and ate ice cream from a tub.

My respect

“Respect us,we’re your parents.” I heard that sentence being said today.Thankfully not to me,because I’d have laughed in their faces.Respect is earned,not expected,not even on the basis of being someones relative.If so,does that mean that my parents can treat me like scum,and it’s just ok?I don’t think so.You’ve to show,by actions,words or means that you actually deserve someone’s respect.I don’t have a problem with respect.But I do have problems with those who try to claim it,and clearly don’t deserve it.

It’s gone

I’ve been robbed.Of time.I went to bed on Sunday,and when I woke up it’s Friday.Where’s the week gone?It’s like a blur when I try to think back.The only proof I’ve got of me actually taking part in this past week,is a phone with a serious amount of minutes used.

I also think I’m turning into Bridezilla,as I feel like strangling anyone that mentions the word wedding…

Metallic blue

When you are in the need of a little pick-me-up,there is nothing like nail polish to make you feel feminine,groomed and girly.My toe and finger nails are now catching the rays in a funky blue metallic colour.Which goes so well with my pink skin,not entirely happy after another day in the sun.

It would have been suitable to put a picture of my blue nails here now.And I would,if only I knew how to send pictures from my phone to this blog.Or if it is even possible..

Disappointment

Being let down by a stranger is not that bad really.You don’t expect that much from them.Except common courtesy that is.

Being let down by someone close to you is a different story.The disappointment seems to last longer,and you’ve the added bonus of bitterness as well.I assume it’s down to higher expectations and thinking they actually care,since they know you.Surely they’ll help you,family always does,right?

But that’s not true,and tonight I’ll take my bitterness to bed with me.

The age thing

A lot of people start to feel old when they hit 25.It’s halfway to 30 and a time at which you should’ve achieved certain elements in your life.But I didn’t get this realization then and never have had an age focus.Until I started working with a bunch of fresh-out-of-school youngsters.The ones who don’t have a mortgage,loan or an upcoming wedding.Whose biggest worry is what shop to spend their wages.Who are so much more cheerful than me!

Well,my next pay’s getting spent on creams.Off the anti-wrinkle kind.

You can’t teach an old dog new tricks

I never learn.It’s a fact.Yesterday,as the day before I lie in the garden,enjoying rare moments of sunshine.Ok,maybe it’s a few hours.Last night I then discovered that my back,bum and calves had a nice colour of red.After-sun lotion.And a cold shower.

Today I’m back in the garden.Why?Every year?When I really know that people with my skin type only ever get red,not tanned?Because it’s sunshine and that’s what you do then.And silently suffer afterwards.But at least I got to lie out in my garden.That’s good.