pickin' on the wrong woman, lady!

Today I encountered THE most vile woman. EVER.

I was on my way to my sister-in-laws and stopped off at a corner shop to buy some smarties for Holly and her cousins. As I was getting back into my car, this woman skank, grabbed the door as she walked past, as I was shutting it. She wasn't trying to get in, or anything, it was like she was pulling it open as I was shutting it. I shouted 'oy' at her and she let go and walked off round the corner.

I was FUMING! Now, I am not normally confrontational, and I don't generally goad people, but something about this woman really got to me and I decided to drive round the corner to get a better look at her.

So this thing, was about 45 years old, was wearing what looked like a dead rat for a coat; had greasy, lank horrible hair; a face that looked like had fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down; and dirty old jeans. Ugh. She probably stank too.

I slowed as I passed her and stared her down, my eyes boring into her like an assassin would train his weapon on his victim. She looked at me, her eyes glazed and wild, clearly high on drugs, and made a gesture to me, by pulling her arms backwards and head forwards like 'come on then'! I shook my head and drove on.

What a sad, sorry excuse for a life she must live.

love and fear

I am sat here watching my 22 month old daughter talking to the fire.

'hello, are you alright? want dink (drink)? I go Tescos now, bye bye fire,I give you kiss, see you morning...'

That scary looking silver and grey box on our wall, with sharp corners, ommitting 1000 degree heat (slight exaggeration, I know), is her BEST friend. She shares her food, her sticky fingerprints and she religiously kisses it good morning/night and wishes it a fond farewell every time we leave the house.

The vacuum cleaner, however, is a whole different kettle of fish! She is absolutley terrified of it! Maybe if I used it as much as I do the fire, she would get used to it ;-)

happy birthday!

Today is my birthday. I like birthdays, for the attention and fuss, but what I dislike the most is the number.

I am 28 today. But what is crazy, is that I feel like I am 19. not in the sense that I am still the immature young adult that goes out every weekend kissing boys etc, but I kinda feel that life is passing me by SO fast that I am forever catching up with myself.

Now and then I stop and realise that wow! I and MARRIED! I have a DAUGHTER! I have a CAREER! I have a MORTGAGE! I am a bloody grown-up! But I still feel really young.

So I have decided that age is just a number. How old you are is how you feel, project yourself and what your outlook on life is. My number is 25 =)

This morning, I woke up and said, 'Hello 28. I've met you, I don't like you, so piss off cos I'm staying 25, thank you very much'.

What do your feet taste like?

I'm not one to usually speak my mind. I'm one of those people who tend to 'tutt' to themselves, or chunter on when I think noone can hear me.

I got caught out a couple of weeks ago.

So we'd had a LOT of snow, and after being couped up in the house all week with my 21 month old daughter (both driving each other somewhat stir-crazy, and the hubby was working away) I decided to brave the roads to take a trip to a superstore.

The carpark was very icy and there were piles of snow scooped up all over the place, but I'd arrived early and magaged to park close the entrance. Anyway, when I was leaving the store, carrying my daughter in my arms, I noticed that some idiot had squeezed his car right next to mine, meaning it would be difficult to actually get IN my car AND he'd parked on the road (well not technically a road, but it's the 'road' for the car park - you get what I mean!).

Anyway, I'd noticed this and said to my daughter 'look at that Holly, some idiot has parked his car on the road and is blocking us in, tch!' Obvisously I thought noone was around....

Then I heard this voice behind me.... 'that'll be me then'

I have never been so embarrassed in my life (well I have, but they are whole other blogs!). Talk about wanting the groung to open and swallow you up!