All Is Quiet

It looks like next year will be really quiet for me.

Over the last couple of months some people, well only men, have been saying that I am really aggressive or rude when I talk so I have decided to change my ways and try to be more agreeable and not voice my opinion.

This will be hard for me as I am used to saying what I think and I don't beat around the bush when I'm saying it. I say it how it is and, as I have found, people don't like to hear the truth in a straight forward way.

Here's to a very, very quiet 2010

Happy New Year everyone!

What have men and buses got in common?

None come for ages then 3 come along at the same time!

I can spend the whole weekend, alone in my home without so much as a text from a man, then the next weekend I got 3 of them texting me asking 'What you up to later?' It's just a shame that out of the 3 that did text the one I wanted to text me wasn't one of them. :(

Oh well another weekend coming up, lets see what it brings.

Bad Boy

One of my favorite films is The Witches Of Eastwick. It was on TV tonight and it wasn't until I was watching it did I realise why I like it so much.

The Character played by Jack Nicholson, Daryl Van Horne, reminds me so much of someone I know and I could very easily be one of the witches

Joy Boy or Toy Boy?

After watching X-Factor tonight I started thinking about a remark made by an old woman who sang on there. She said she wanted Simon Cowell as her Joy Boy.
So is there a difference between a joy boy and a toy boy? The first thing that comes to mind is age. A toy boy is younger than the woman.
There is a rule that can be used to work out if the man is a toy boy. It is called the Half-age-plus-seven relationship rule.

On the Urban dictionary web site they define a Joy Boy as:
Man or boy who seeks physical pleasure, or joy from other men, or boys.

I think maybe the woman may have got it a bit wrong and really meant Toy Boy but I guess if you had a man just to give you joy he could be any age as long as he can satisfy you sexually. Well it wouldn’t be a joy if he couldn’t.

Control? You Have None

I don’t believe in many things and I tend not to believe anything unless I can see it. That is except for fate. I believe everything you do in life is for a reason and the outcome of your actions are beyond your control. They are outcomes that will happen whatever you do. Your life has a path to take and nothing will sway it from that path.

Think you are in control? Think again.

Driving in Whitchurch, Bristol

Some of the rudest drivers in the country have got to be the ones that drive in Whitchurch, Bristol.

I take the same route home every day and I find the same thing happens every time. I have to come out of a side road, East Dundry Road, and turn right onto a more main road, Whitchurch Lane.

Whitchurch Lane is quite busy during rush hour and especially during term time as there is a school right on the junction. Lots of cars want to turn right off Whitchurch Lane and drive down the road I am trying to get out of. Do they let drivers out of the side road thus making it easier for them to turn into it? No they don't.

They don't care that you've been there, waiting, like a cat waiting to pounce on a mouse, or a painter waiting to give a wall a second coat of paint while the first coat is still tacky to touch. These people think they are better than me, sat in their big 4 wheel drive monsters while I am in my little, huggable, family size car.

They do say that manners make man, well people who drive down East Dundry Road you are no man. You are just little men in a big car trying to make up for the rude, impolite, arrogant, condescending, people you really are.

Plymouth Argyle star in new Aviva advert

Good Times

When all my friends had Donny Osmond or The Osmonds on their bedroom walls I had Michael Jackson on mine. I watched as he turned from a sweet black kid, to a light coloured music master with the ability to captivate my attention as he danced on stage. I followed the stories about him in the press, never knowing what was the truth and what was really going on behind closed doors. Not that ever bothered me as it was his music I liked and not him as a person.

The first album I can remember buying of his was Music and Me. On Sundays I used to do the Ironing for my mum and I would play the record over and over again, which used to get on my older brother's nerves as he was a heavy rock fan. (Smiling as I remember)

I remember waiting at my friend house, with her dad, for the Thriller video to come on the TV. We sat transfixed as it played; we had never seen a music video like it before.

Well all that was the good old days when I never had a care in the world. I had not yet met my husband (now my ex) I had no kids to feed and I still lived at home with my dad. All I had to do was go to work so I would have money to go out at the weekends.

It seems like those times are returning. I have no husband, my kids are not kids any more and the only responsibility I have is keeping a roof over my head. I work just to pay the mortgage, which luckily for me isn't a lot, and to go out and have a good time.

As I started this with Michael Jackson I had better finish with him. I've been trying to think what my all time favourite song of his is and it is a toss up between You Are Not Alone and With a Child's Heart, from the first album I bought. There are others I really like to but too many to mention so I won’t. To be honest I like most of his songs and really it depends what mood I am in to which one I like the best. I think I must be in a sober mood this morning as the ones I have named are slow ones.

I'm rambling now so I'll stop here.

It Just Happened

To say I didn't know how it happened would be a lie as would where it happened, but just quite when it happened I don't really remember. Was I drunk? Possibly. I know it would have been a weekend as I usually go out at weekends and when I go out the least I get is very merry. Which weekend? Well I could look in my diary and try to work it out but I'm not that good at putting things in there to start with, so the chances that I put this in there is quite minimal.

I know people say, 'There's no need for it. There's plenty of advertising out there to help you'' Also ''It's not as if you're a young teenager, you should know better''
The answer to all those people is, 'I know but it happened, just happened, wasn't planned'

Now I have to live with the consequences of my actions and make the most of it.

I Love My Cherry

I have a challenge for fruit farmers all around the world. You can buy seedless grapes and pip-less oranges so where are the stone-less cherries?

I love cherries but they are so awkward to eat in public or anywhere for that matter. The hardest bit about eating cherries is finding the right ones. They have to be big, juicy, sweet and not too hard. Then you have the task, after you have eaten them, to find somewhere to put the stalks and stones. This can be hardest when driving. Yes you can have a rubbish bag to put them but all to often, after you put the first one in, the bag closes in on itself leaving you trying to open the bag whilst holding the wet sticky stone and trying to drive on a busy motorway.

Please can someone grow a stone-less cherry?