A little bit of This "n" That

Girl Conversations 2


Elizabeth Taylor died yesterday.

I had two friends over last night  over for wine when we found out, the conversation went like this :

Me: “OH Elizabeth Taylor Died”

Friend 1 :  “Oh really? At least she will be with Michael Jackson now.”

Friend 1: “Talking about dead people, Isn’t Zsa Zsa Gabor dead too? “

Me : “No, She’s alive and …… well not kicking as she only has one leg”.

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Stop The Bullies


Saturday Night I came home after spending the evening with one of my very good friends to see on Twitter that a fellow blogger had posted a  heart wrenching article about Bullying.

I read it and wept at the hardship and trauma that ensued this poor boy through his childhood and the after effects it had upon him when he became a grown man.

Under no circumstances whatsoever is bullying ever acceptable. many of us have experienced it at some point in our lives whether it be  at school, at home, in the workplace or in everyday situations. We need to do everything in our power to  point out that NOBODY deserves to be treated in this fashion.

Below is the Link for the article I’m talking about, I implore you to read it, comment on it and continue to follow  the future writings of Seb Sharp.

http://www.projectseb.com/?p=98

Remember whoever you are and wherever you are, you are amazing, people love you and you are truly worthy of the life that God gave you.

A Glass Case of Emotion.


 

  

This past week I have found myself at   a point where I honestly do believe my head is about to explode.

The term “Mind-Fucking” should not be allowed in real life. It should be left back in the conversations that P-Diddy and Jonah Hill have in “Get Him to The Greek”.

 I don’t like how for some reason our relationships of the past seem to rear their nasty little heads up just when you think everything is going so well in your life . (Well, I may be slightly deluded here thinking everything is going well, but it’s the reassurance I have combined with my love of wine and cigarettes).

 Saturday Night I found myself confronted with “He who shall not be named”. I was totally unprepared, even though if I do say so myself I was looking a million bucks. ( I think the term we are looking for here was I had a little bit of RAWRRRRR! going on.)

His reaction to seeing me was an attempt to run away from what clearly was not going to be a pleasant discussion. I walked away and then decided that I had every right to stand up to him and give him a piece of my mind.

I marched right over there as quickly as my 5 inch Electric Blue Robert Roberts could take me.

 A piece of my mind at 8.15pm in the middle of a packed pub, involved me cursing at him telling him how much of a coward he was and why on earth had he not yet been deported. I honestly did not realise how possible it was for me to be so horrifically angry and nasty all in one go.

After this and me still having a bit of a psycho fit, the conversation turned into an adult conversation of two grown-ups trying to understand exactly what went wrong, and the backlash response of me launching a traumatic A-bomb of information on the man that reduced him into a blubbering crying mess.

At the time I was proud of my moment as I clearly wanted him to feel all the pain that he had made me feel, and then I realised it made me just as bad as him.

 After telling friends what happened, they didn’t really agree and the conclusion that they came to was “He deserved it”.

 The lack of communication when the break up occurred was the instigator for my mood along with the fact that he had disappeared to find himself , surely running away to another country isn’t going to solve your problems, and coming back to the country where you created the problems DEFINITELY isn’t going to solve anything.

 Seriously, Dude,  Australia is a big place – Don’t shit on your own doorstep and then rock back up to the same bloody city thinking that you will never have to deal with the crap that you created.

 All the apologies and crying and whatever else he wanted to give to me as an excuse on Saturday basically have made my brain go into melt down mode. The Glass Case of Emotion overtook me for the weekend and also over the past few days. The anxiety has been a little too much to deal with, but I’m having to build the bridge and get over it.

 Understand this though, I wont be taking him back, I just wanted him to hurt as much as what I did.

 I accomplished this.

 It doesn’t make me a bad person. In fact I did what most people wish they had done and never had the opportunity to do so.

Conversations With Mum.


After having a rather tiresome and extremely crapola week, I went out to dinner with my Mother last night. Yesterday Proved to be the worst day of my week. In her attempt to make me feel better this was part of the conversation with my Mother.

Me : “This week has seriously been the worst week Ive had in a long time”

Mum : “Why”

Me : “I can’t seem to do anything right, You know its that saying – Shit Happens”

Mum: ” Yes well they say that but then again you never expect Diarrhoea do you?’

My Bloody Valentine.


 

                                                                  

Oh, It’s that time of year again.

Valentines Day.

A day where you should over pamper, spoil, devote and display your affections of LOVE to that amazing one person.

It seems I’m not falling into that classification this year.

Yes, you point out that I’m single therefore I may be slightly bitter and not that wrapped up in the whole idea.

You are slightly correct.

But I’m not bitter. I just don’t get too wrapped up in the idea.

 If I receive anything on Valentine’s Day it does make me smile, but I do see it as a large excuse for over consumerism and a manipulative and shallow interpretation for a day that really should be rather romantic.

 I have scored some pretty cool gifts in the past and have had some great Valentines Days, but I have always stipulated to the boy at the time that it isn’t such a big deal, and if you have to take the time to say “I LOVE YOU” to me on that one day of the year – What’s going on with the other 364 days?

 Last year I didn’t expect anything, after two months together with ‘He Who Shall Not Be Named,’ I was actually spending the day at two family members birthdays. The first was a Dinosaur party in the morning for my cousin who was turning Five. The second party was in the afternoon for my other cousin who was turning One (The sugar I consumed that day was marvellous).

 Upon my return home, it was rather dark and I was particularly tired I got home entered the house and collapsed on the couch. After about five minutes I received a phone call ( See I had him well-trained – PHONE CALL  ) asking me if I was at home and could he come over.  He rocked up half an hour later, I opened the door and he just stood there, I glanced up to the left of the front door and saw that stuck to it with gaffa tape was a particularly large bunch of flowers. I asked him – “Oh, how lovely did you just put those there?” to which his reply was “No, I came over this afternoon to surprise you , you weren’t home so I dug around in my pockets found the tape and stuck them to the door knowing that you would find them when you got home”

 Awkward Turtle moment right there.

 2009 saw me spending the day with a large group of friends watching the Rugby at ME Stadium, going to an all night party with all the Rugby players and then having to work the next day with the hangover from hell, the excessive tiredness ensued that I may or may not have fallen asleep in the toilets at the Casino.

 Ok So I went a little off tangent right then but thought you might like to know about my most recent experiences of Valentines Day.

 The hype of the day finally arrives, Roses cost quadruple the price of what they will be on February 15th, Restaurants feel that they can increase the price of some dodgy three course meal just because they add a glass of Champers to the set menu ( Which in most cases is a glass of cheap Cava), The soft toy industry is compelled to try and make you buy a Bear  that has a heart attached to it and says ‘Be Mine” or for those who feel a little bit sexually emotive a devil  with “ I’m your Horny Devil” and then there is the naff “Book of Love” that crops up in you local Print medium, Just take your pick – “Dear Fluffy, You can butter my muffin always , Love Schnookums”.

 I was going to post a few more but the ones I found slowly made me want to vomit in my mouth so I refrained from including  you in on the experience.

After all of this the hype dies off, and those who are in relationships and got Sweet F.A are left wondering should I be with this person if they don’t even acknowledge our love on Valentines Day?

My answer for you is this. That person has seen the stupidity and commercialism that surrounds Valentines Day and decides it’s not really for them. But I reckon they are the ones that tell you everyday how much they love you and they definitely don’t need one day of the year to have to express their love and devotion to you.

 Valentines Day – Don’t Believe the Hype.

Girl Conversations 1.


Every now and then I’ve decided im going to post some of the Girl Conversations I end up having – Whether they be brief or long – So like a box of chocolates you won’t know what you’ll be getting, until you take the lid off.

Friday Night resulted in me heading over to a very close friends house straight after work for a quiet drink and a quick catch up. This ended up with us being slightly intoxicated and spending most of the evening gossiping and laughing – the laughter was nearly to the point of us crying.

Another mutual friend came over and one of the conversations that tickled my ribs slightly was this next one in a mini version.

Me to Friend 1 – ” Sooooo, you’ll never guess who came over to my place the other night?”

Friend 1 – “Who?”

Me – “The Bad Boy”( this is the name we are referring to him as just for the blog)

Friend 1 – “Hrrmmm – Next Subject.”

Friend 2 – ” So does this mean we are sleeping with him?”

Friend 1 – ” Us? Collectively? – No. No it doesn’t”

Me – “Oh dear”

Is Chivalry Dead?


Definition according to the Oxford Dictionary.

 adjective •

(of a man or his behaviour) courteous and gallant, especially towards women. • relating to the historical concept of chivalry.

 The concept of chivalry is bordering along the lines of extinction in my opinion. I don’t expect a man to rock up like a Knight upon a White Steed, lay his coat down over the puddle, after he has executed the dragon and then proceeds to call me M’lady. This does not exist. And in actual fact I’d be a little uncomfortable with this.

Chivalry becoming a rarity isn’t exactly the sole fault of the male species I do believe in some cases us women have become victims of our own behaviour. These behavioural tendencies seem to hinder the title of “Lady” for so many women to obtain. I’m talking about the following not only from my own personal experience but from what I have observed on a day-to-day basis:

 • Excessive Drinking – The occasional wine, beer or spirit is a win. Getting absolutely shit faced, Participating in Beer Pong or Wheel of Goon, falling over because of your total inability of being able to hold your booze, and walking barefoot through the streets of Perth / Northbridge / Mount Lawley / Subiaco – Actually wherever does not exude class – in anyone. (Note: I never take my shoes off. I don’t care how much your feet hurt, if they hurt that much then you should never have worn those shoes out in the first place)

• Taking an interest in Sport – Particularly if you don’t know anything about the sport and only start watching it to impress a bloke. You will get caught out and this also may result in the need for the excessive drinking counterpart so you can wildly stand on a table waving your hands in the air shouting AUSSIE, AUSSIE, AUSSIE, – OI OI OI or Good Old Collingwood Forever ( if you’re doing the second one most men are going to take an instant wide berth )

 • Flashing your body parts – Again this is normally accompanied by the excessive drinking. Ladies neither myself nor the male population will show you any respect if you insist on flashing your boobs or your Vajayjay , the boys may cheer But they wont look at you as someone they want to take home to mum.

 • Swearing – Yes, Pot – Kettle – Black. I know I swear a bit – well actually a lot, and I need to stop. It’s not pleasant and it definitely isn’t ladylike. I know there are men out there that would tolerate this behaviour – but ladies they have no intention of dating you or marrying you.

Men nowadays have become so used to this kind of behaviour that the need to be chivalrous just doesn’t seem to be there anymore. Women are so keen on being treated as an equal they are basically trying to compete with men in order to receive attention.

My experiences of men in Europe compared to those in Australia are quite different. But then again recently my track record with men hasn’t been that great.

Men who are gentlemen have: Immaculate manners, look after women, hold the door open, pull the chair out, hail a cab when its raining, give you their coat when its cold, Walk you to your doorstep, Call you the next day to make sure you’re got home ok, send flowers for no reason, call to see how your day went . These are the small things that seem to have dropped off slightly.

Germaine Greer kinda screwed us chicks over, along with the Bra Burners of the 60’s and 70’s. Their advocating an empowerment to women has meant that these days the door opening, the cab hailing and coat sharing sometimes gets confused with some sort of “patriarchal control.” ( thanks to a lovely friend for that last term 🙂 )

Ladies, it’s not control.

It’s awesome.

And I myself wish there were more men in the world willing to behave this way. I welcome it with open arms.