Saturday, 22 October 2011

Becoming all to frequent a response

Periodically over the last 4 months, I've managed to meet several men who have piqued my interest.  It could be that they are interesting or witty or can dance or are simply handsome.  Let me just say that the initial contact was made by the men and not me.
The end response from all of them has been the same.
"She is very nice, but not in a romantic way".
Where am I going wrong?
And what is wrong with me?
It seems that all the men in my age range are still looking for women who might be able to have babies and the ones that are interested in me are over a decade older than me.
I'm not ready to be with someone in their 50s.
So what do I do?
I feel like I want to just throw the towel in and give up.
Too many knocks is chipping away at my small piece of confidence.
Is there someone out there for me?
If so, please could you signpost the way for him.
Thank you.

Tuesday, 18 October 2011

Please return to....but I can't

What do I do with the word 'hate'?
It is such a strong word and carries a great weight.
My daughter used it earlier this evening.
She was stroppy and huffing about the place, not doing the small things that she had been asked to do before she could do what she wanted to do.
I had asked her nicely, but to no avail.
I asked again and then I shouted.
Maybe I shouldn't have shouted, but I did.
I also told her that we both had chores and that I also had work to do.
She was hungry and tired.
She started to try and make a deal.  She would do the chore if she could watch the telly.
I don't do deals.
I said that I was going to do some work and not make supper (childish I know).
Her response was to say, "I hate you!!!!!"
I just sat there.
It hurt.
Her words hurt me.
I didn't respond.
She came and stood next to me and in my face, saying "mummy".
I told her that her words hurt me.  That they had been said and couldn't be unsaid.
She started to cry and wanted to start the evening over again.
We started a fresh from that point.  It wasn't a do-over, but we moved on.
The trouble is, is that I don't know what to do with that word, hate.
I don't want her to hate me and I don't think she does.
But it hurts when she says that.

Wednesday, 12 October 2011

Shhh.....don't tell anyone

I had a half day earlier this week and was walking up the road when I bumped into a friend of mine.
We had been trying to meet for coffee for ages but without much success.
I asked what she was doing and she replied that she was going to see the senior performance of 'Cowboys and Aliens' and did I want to go with her.
My response was a resounding YES!
The film was not so great, but it was a wonderful, secret afternoon spent at the cinema.
Definitely a guilty pleasure!!!!

Monday, 10 October 2011

Hell explained.......

This was posted on a friend's Facebook page and I simply had to share it with you.

BY A CHEMISTRY STUDENT The following is an actual question given on a University of Arizona chemistry mid term, and an actual answer turned in by a student.The answer by one student was so 'profound' that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well : Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)? Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant. One student, however, wrote the following: First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving, which is unlikely. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. There fore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially. Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added. This gives two possibilities: 1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose. 2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over. So which is it? If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my Freshman year that, ‘It will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you,' and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number two must be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over. The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct...... ...leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the existence of a divine being, which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting 'Oh my God.' THIS STUDENT RECEIVED AN A+.

Friday, 7 October 2011

Taking 'babe' out for a run

I often talk about language as I grew up with the written word and am very partial to speaking.
(Not that many people listen).
A few months ago, I decided to start using the word 'babe' as a term of endearment.  A dear friend uses it regularly, along with a male friend that I'm close to.  
So I began to use it mainly in texts and then on the phone, but unfortunately it just didn't sound right.
I'm not sure if it is my slightly, very well spoken English or my personality, but it came out all wrong, it did not sit well on my tongue.  
It made me think about the character of the words that we use and why we sub-consciously and consciously choose to utter certain words.
Part of it must come from our childhood and how our family spoke to us and yet, so many of us are 'sheep'.  We go with the trend, the latest hip word as if it were a new style of shoe or jacket.  I remember when Jamie Oliver first came on to the scene, everyone was using 'pucker' and 'wicked' and we were all 'wacking it in the oven'.  And now these words have become much more the norm, until the next time a celeb comes up with a new saying or phrase.
With that being said, I have reverted back to an old favourite, which does roll off the tongue nicely, 'darling'.  I'm not a luvvy sort of person, so it is not 'daaarrrling', but the character of the sound suits me and feels natural.
I don't bandy it around, but those select and wonderful people in my life will continue to be called 'darling' on occasion.
It's what works for me.
So what's your word of choice?

Sunday, 2 October 2011

Silent Sunday

A Sunday rant.....nothing silent about it!

I've met a few men in the recent months and had continuous, really good conversations.  Not too flirty, but full of humour, slightly playful and then NOTHING!!!!!!!!
I wish this 'meeting-men' thing came with an instruction manual.  I'm pathetic at it.
I'm trying to be more open minded and less specific on what my so-called perfect man is, thus I'm meeting the occasional interesting man or so I think.
It just feels like we get to the point when we start being a more open in what we talk about and "wooomph!!!" silence.
I just feel like saying, when is it my turn?