I have been observing behaviour again...it is becoming more and more apparent that female of the species is deadlier than the male!
On the tennis court, in social situations, as friends...woman are soft on the outside, but far pricklier deep down and seriously competitive and do all they can to exterminate the competition. This weekend, we played a match against two younger girls - they were sickly sweet, very hospitable but underneath the surface you could see the dark side! They wanted to kick our butt, hit balls through us, rip us apart, but would never actually say that...odd I think?
If you feel that way great, as what is wrong with a bit of competitive grrrrr!? Instead, they feel all of this, but cover it up with pretty tennis outfits, fake smiles and Swiss finishing school precision - women are nuts! At least I don't try and hide the fact I want to kick people on the tennis court; I don't smile and engage in surface chat when changing ends, I get annoyed, I get aggressive but then I am like that off the court! But girly girls...they are dangerous, as once you peel back the matching outfit, a monster lies within!
I have always been a little intimidated by girly girls for a number of reasons; I cannot relate to how they are, how they dress, their obsession with image etc and to be honest they are a complete mystery. Now that is not to say that all feminine girls are 'girly' girls, as they are not - girly girls are a breed of their own; girly on the inside, outside and their sole purpose in life is to be the top of the tree in girly girl land - a place I have chosen to avoid when holidaying!
This is what I have noticed and by doing so I sound like a man; honest to the point of hurting peoples feelings, oblivious to how women work and always getting it wrong as far as women are concerned - but obviously I am not a man, but I think I now get how men feel about women...confused?
The again, as a woman I guess I behave like this myself but no one ever points that out, well I don't think they do...but I suppose even if they did, I would ignore them as I am a woman and therefore always right! :>)
Monday 26 October 2009
Monday 19 October 2009
Car boot sale experience...
My god...I have never felt so out of place in my life, almost as though I had landed on another planet with people who spoke another language and had a different dress code; wearing clean clothes and having clean hair was clearly a criminal offence!
Yes, the car boot sale experience, the first and last one of those thank you very much! I did get rid of all my old stuff and made a few dollars, so well worth it from that point of view, but a totally awful experience none the less.
I have never seen so many crazy people in one field, seriously, even at Creamfields the majority seemed more with it! Several had a suitcase in tow - which either housed their belongings, a dead body or it was just a bag to carry home all of the s*** they had just bought from me!! The latter I hoped, but on reflection it was probably a combination of the three.
As soon as we arrived, they were on us, rummaging through my boxes, asking questions, prodding stuff to see if it broke, it was carnage! People are so rude, correction, boot fair people are extremely rude - I mean they practically want you to offer them money to take your items away! My three boxes went within the first half an hour, some tat went quicker than the quality stuff, quite surprising - although not many of the buyers seemed to have a penchant for classic model cars!
One of the only items that survived the car boot sale was my beloved Krups coffee bean grinder - this little number has been with me for 11 years and the only reason I decided to sell it is that I now buy ground coffee. However, now that the little bugger survived the nuclear blast aka 'Stevenage car boot sale', he gets to move to the new house and take pride of place in the kitchen cupboard and maybe, just maybe I will start buying coffee beans again!
Yes, the car boot sale experience, the first and last one of those thank you very much! I did get rid of all my old stuff and made a few dollars, so well worth it from that point of view, but a totally awful experience none the less.
I have never seen so many crazy people in one field, seriously, even at Creamfields the majority seemed more with it! Several had a suitcase in tow - which either housed their belongings, a dead body or it was just a bag to carry home all of the s*** they had just bought from me!! The latter I hoped, but on reflection it was probably a combination of the three.
As soon as we arrived, they were on us, rummaging through my boxes, asking questions, prodding stuff to see if it broke, it was carnage! People are so rude, correction, boot fair people are extremely rude - I mean they practically want you to offer them money to take your items away! My three boxes went within the first half an hour, some tat went quicker than the quality stuff, quite surprising - although not many of the buyers seemed to have a penchant for classic model cars!
One of the only items that survived the car boot sale was my beloved Krups coffee bean grinder - this little number has been with me for 11 years and the only reason I decided to sell it is that I now buy ground coffee. However, now that the little bugger survived the nuclear blast aka 'Stevenage car boot sale', he gets to move to the new house and take pride of place in the kitchen cupboard and maybe, just maybe I will start buying coffee beans again!
Thursday 15 October 2009
Waiting...
Not been here for a little while, as been pondering my reasons for writing the blog in the first place. I am still not sure, but feel like I shouldn't leave it too long as otherwise I will forget how to write down my thoughts - doesn't that sound familiar!
And so, I have missed writing down stuff, but now a few more of my friends have access to my 'thoughts' then I think I have put myself under pressure to write something funny or remotely interesting and not repeat anything I have said before!
A few things have happened this week, but then nothing significant enough to blog about - quite a boring week in the grand scheme of things actually, feel like I am waiting at the moment; waiting on the house move, waiting on possible promotion or at least more work and waiting on something else, but can't quite put my finger on it...
Sometimes things are just not enough, although sometimes I wish they were, just for the sake of not feeling like I am 'waiting'. I hate waiting for anything, people, trains, email responses - such a waste of time! Why can't things, people, computers, everything work at the same speed as the person interacting with them - now that would be great for people who don't like waiting!
So, there we go...a boring post, but some days are boring I guess and that is what I need to start accepting or at least getting used to...some days are quieter or less fruitful than others, which is ok I guess, as long as I don't have too many of those days in a row!
And so, I have missed writing down stuff, but now a few more of my friends have access to my 'thoughts' then I think I have put myself under pressure to write something funny or remotely interesting and not repeat anything I have said before!
A few things have happened this week, but then nothing significant enough to blog about - quite a boring week in the grand scheme of things actually, feel like I am waiting at the moment; waiting on the house move, waiting on possible promotion or at least more work and waiting on something else, but can't quite put my finger on it...
Sometimes things are just not enough, although sometimes I wish they were, just for the sake of not feeling like I am 'waiting'. I hate waiting for anything, people, trains, email responses - such a waste of time! Why can't things, people, computers, everything work at the same speed as the person interacting with them - now that would be great for people who don't like waiting!
So, there we go...a boring post, but some days are boring I guess and that is what I need to start accepting or at least getting used to...some days are quieter or less fruitful than others, which is ok I guess, as long as I don't have too many of those days in a row!
Wednesday 7 October 2009
Strictly...
Strictly speaking, I am not really a classic dancer, however the sultry beats of the salsa music aroused some sort of rhthym within my tracksuit bottoms and next thing you know I was Cuban turning with the best of them!
The worst of them actually as it was a beginner class; the basic steps, the basic turns, the basic people. It was kind of like an aerobics class where you do little sections and then put them all together at the end, only with funky latin beats rather than disco trance!
I really enjoyed myself and so did my buddy, although she needed a bacardi to settle her nerves on arrival. She was already drinking wine when I picked her up, which I could have done with as I was there in my sweat pants and trainers thinking I was going for a work out and there was her all glammed up as though we were out on the pull?!?!
I later realised that dance classes are now a potential dating zone - what is all that about?!?! I have clearly been in a relationship for too long as turning up at my local salsa dancing venue would not have been my first choice when looking for a suitable partner! Quite the opposite after last night's experience!
I found dancing with women the wierdest thing, I know, me of all people shouldn't really say that, but I did! I have never danced with a woman, as in proper dancing or slow dancing and now I know why! You can't do the same moves, as the man has to lead and move one way leaving the lady to be led and move the other way and spin, yes there was a lot of spinning.
My buddy discovered this the hard way, as she spent the night as a man, given that there were 3 woman to every 1 one man! I got to be a lady all night, which doesn't happen often, allowing me to spin and cha cha cha the night away - will I go again, probably not, as busting out the salsa with a sweaty man (sorry buddy) doesn't come close to burning rubber on a spin bike! ;>)
The worst of them actually as it was a beginner class; the basic steps, the basic turns, the basic people. It was kind of like an aerobics class where you do little sections and then put them all together at the end, only with funky latin beats rather than disco trance!
I really enjoyed myself and so did my buddy, although she needed a bacardi to settle her nerves on arrival. She was already drinking wine when I picked her up, which I could have done with as I was there in my sweat pants and trainers thinking I was going for a work out and there was her all glammed up as though we were out on the pull?!?!
I later realised that dance classes are now a potential dating zone - what is all that about?!?! I have clearly been in a relationship for too long as turning up at my local salsa dancing venue would not have been my first choice when looking for a suitable partner! Quite the opposite after last night's experience!
I found dancing with women the wierdest thing, I know, me of all people shouldn't really say that, but I did! I have never danced with a woman, as in proper dancing or slow dancing and now I know why! You can't do the same moves, as the man has to lead and move one way leaving the lady to be led and move the other way and spin, yes there was a lot of spinning.
My buddy discovered this the hard way, as she spent the night as a man, given that there were 3 woman to every 1 one man! I got to be a lady all night, which doesn't happen often, allowing me to spin and cha cha cha the night away - will I go again, probably not, as busting out the salsa with a sweaty man (sorry buddy) doesn't come close to burning rubber on a spin bike! ;>)
Sunday 4 October 2009
Run, fat boy run...
What a lovely day for a run, a 10k run in fact! The sun was shining, the leaves were falling from the trees and there was barely a wind; a beautiful autumn day.
Many of the tennis team had been dreading 'race day' for some time, some more than others; many of the tennis team had been training for 'race day' some more than others, me included, so it was going to prove an interesting race.
Running is just one of those activities where you are just against yourself, well you do race and others are around you, but ultimately you are there alone, beating the doubting voices in your head and trying to forget about the burning in your lungs and the aching in your feet. However, these feelings make you gald to be alive, especially when you cross the line and know that you had a good race and your work here is done, for today at least!
The team ranged from expereinced runners to complete novices who have never run on a tennis court nevermind on a road in a race. Regardless of the level, each person seemed focussed and competitive in their own sort of way. I was surprised, even those who are not openly competitive were putting themselves out there and going for it - this was so good to see and now I recognise this trait in myself.
I guess in some way or another I felt proud of my team and a little part of me was chuffed that they entered and actually enjoyed it, as it took a little (well rather a lot of) gentle persuasion to get them going, but we got there in the end.
Seeing them putting themselves out there, out of their comfort zone made me think about whether or not I would take a challenge that was really 'not me' and not something that I had ever done or thought I could do - probably not?!?!? So, does that make me a wimp, I am not sure, but it does worry me...do I only take part in things I am good at?
So, I have decided to put myself out there and next Tuesday night I am going to 'salsa' class, yes a salsa class - a beginners one! I can disco dance with the best of them (camp men that is!) but proper dancing, well, it is hardly a strength of mine...so here goes! There will be a post in due course, cha cha cha! :>)
Many of the tennis team had been dreading 'race day' for some time, some more than others; many of the tennis team had been training for 'race day' some more than others, me included, so it was going to prove an interesting race.
Running is just one of those activities where you are just against yourself, well you do race and others are around you, but ultimately you are there alone, beating the doubting voices in your head and trying to forget about the burning in your lungs and the aching in your feet. However, these feelings make you gald to be alive, especially when you cross the line and know that you had a good race and your work here is done, for today at least!
The team ranged from expereinced runners to complete novices who have never run on a tennis court nevermind on a road in a race. Regardless of the level, each person seemed focussed and competitive in their own sort of way. I was surprised, even those who are not openly competitive were putting themselves out there and going for it - this was so good to see and now I recognise this trait in myself.
I guess in some way or another I felt proud of my team and a little part of me was chuffed that they entered and actually enjoyed it, as it took a little (well rather a lot of) gentle persuasion to get them going, but we got there in the end.
Seeing them putting themselves out there, out of their comfort zone made me think about whether or not I would take a challenge that was really 'not me' and not something that I had ever done or thought I could do - probably not?!?!? So, does that make me a wimp, I am not sure, but it does worry me...do I only take part in things I am good at?
So, I have decided to put myself out there and next Tuesday night I am going to 'salsa' class, yes a salsa class - a beginners one! I can disco dance with the best of them (camp men that is!) but proper dancing, well, it is hardly a strength of mine...so here goes! There will be a post in due course, cha cha cha! :>)
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