Reproduction,that’s what we humans do

A friend of mine is expecting twins.She already has a 2 year old son as well.As for me,I’m shocked over this.In 6 months she’ll have 3 small children,and she’s the same age as me.I don’t have any children,not even close,and my clock hasn’t even started to tick.It’s more and more normal now to have children before your career.It’s almost an unspoken rule.That’s why I’m thinking about children,or the absense of them.I don’t want them when the situation isn’t right.But when will it be?And will I want one then

Delegation and frustration

Delegating is normally a good thing.You can ease your own workload and give others the chance to take responsibility for a part of the job.And at the end,all the parts are put together to complete the job.

But by delegating to others I only feel lost.A loss of control mostly.I’d have liked to do more myself,to know what’s going on.Instead I’m left playing the waiting game.Checking my emails.Wondering.I’m depending on others’ abilities,not taking control myself.It’s not a pleasant situation to be in.

Five fascinating facts about Fem

-I write lists.No matter what needs doing I write it down and feel ever so satisfied when I can tick each job off.
-I’ve a crush on Jason Statham.He makes my knees go weak.
-I can’t have a lie-in.I wake up early every day,and with daylight seeping in to my bedroom,I find it almost impossible to go back to sleep
-I blush.Too easily.Mostly when several people’ve got their attention focused on me.
-Hot breath on my neck or ear sends shivers down my back.It’s something I can’t get enough of.

Interesting..

It has arrived

I have seen a bumble bee!Spring is now officially here.It does not matter that it is still rather cold at times,or that it rained bucketloads this morning.

The point is,I have seen a bumble bee.Spring is now officially here.

Celebrations

It’s getting close to my home country’s national day now.It’s a public holiday,which is normally celebrated with parades and festivities.In England,however,they don’t celebrate St.George’s day much.So I don’t think me asking for the day off,will do much good.But I did think about it.Especially since I’ve no parade to enter..Maybe I can wear a flag pin to work instead?

Rules of the playground

It was a lot easier,when I was young,if you didn’t like somebody.You’d hit them,then they’d hit you back.Or kick,if a need for more impact.And then you’re friends again,and have long forgotten what made you argue in the first place.
It’s not as easy now.You can’t hit or kick.Oh no.You’ve to bitch about that person behind its back,while being over-friendly to his face.Then gradually start to ignore him,don’t return any calls or invite him along.By now he should’ve got the nasty point you tried to make.Yes?

Procrestination

My to-do list is lying there waiting for me.It’s a perfect day for it,outside it’s wet and miserable,in here it’s warm and cosy.So I should get started,it’s enough on the list.

But I’m not moving.My head’s wrapped in cotton wool and my legs feel like lead.So far a cup of tea is all I’ve got down.No,it’s not a hangover,my life isn’t that exciting.It’s a throat infection,quite boring really.But it’s enough to postpone my to-do list to another day.Because it’s more tempting to snuggle up on the sofa.

What you do

What you do,disgust me.It’s wrong and definately not fair.How can you use people like that,without any considerations for their feelings?Your actions have consequenses you know.But do you care about who you walk all over,as long as you get what you want?

In a way I pity you as well.I feel sorry for you,since you can’t see what you’re doing is wrong.One day it’ll hit you and you’ll have to deal with the aftershock.And then i’ll be there for you,because you’re my friend.Until then i’ll keep my my mouth shut

You make me

You make me want to smile.You make me hot all over.You make my heart beat faster,so i feel ever so dizzy.You make me want to take off my clothes.You make me want to stay like this forever.

Sun,oh how I have missed you!

Changes

My shopping list used to consist of the most necessary food items,alcohol,make-up,maybe some clothes or a pair of shoes.What was important was to have enough money to pay the bills and then just enjoy life.

On top of my shopping list now is a knife set,a bread bin,vacuum cleaner bags and bed covers.Every month I count my pennies and see if some can be saved for a rainy day.I guess that’s called growing up.And it scares me that I’m there already.