I love my friends. No more than when we are having lunch, completely slating our wonderful Hubbys for all their worth. Why do we get so much enjoyment out of this?! We have a male friend who eats with us and he is the only, very outnumbered, defence for the male species. He isn't married and doesn't have a long term partner so he feels no effect from the brandishing that lashes from our increasingly agitated states of mind!!
By the time we are finished, we have dishevelled the good reputations of our other halves to the point that they would remind us of a homeless, weak tramp, with his woolly hat, holed shoes and cider in a Brown bag. And why is this activity so infectious? Anyone of us could start off the conversation...'I was so pissed off last night'...'You will never guess what he did'.....'What is it with men?' From that moment on, those not initiating are drawn in like a magical spell has been cast. Eyes wide, poised, waiting for the next line......and it's not difficult to join the band wagon at that point.
I find the most emotive topics are either a lack of house keeping, not being pro-active, feeling ill (as in 'I sneezed, I think I have pneumonia') or the constant badgering for sex.
I have come to believe that us girls use these forums because we can't actually face the real problem. For example. My Husband (or Stanny as I will call him) decided to help me out at the weekend and cleaned our utility room, which I was going to do before our visitors arrived. What a lovely gesture. There he was, standing in the kitchen, all peacock proud waiting for the usual oral tap on the head - which I might care to mention I never get when I have cleaned the house from top to bottom! - so I don't have the heart to moan at his sandpaper still laying on the table, where it has been for a week because I am still waiting for him to PUT IN THE SHED!!!!!!!! Phew...See how this goes?! I tell you, it's a curse!
I suppose I should blame myself for getting irate. He is not going to change but everytime I wait for that small miracle that he will see the sand paper, think 'that belongs in the shed' and take it out for himself, it never comes. I suppose I am just jealous that he has this magical condition that enables him to block out certain visions like, incorrectly placed tools, shoes, jumpers, glasses.....oh don't get me started on the glass collection he keeps on his bedside table...
So I love man bashing. I think every therapy in the country should use it. I think man bashing could save a lot of marriages. Don't you agree??
Wednesday 7 November 2012
Let's start at the very beginning.......
To coin a phrase from a song from one of my favourite films. In fact I could use many different lines for the title of this, my first ever blog.
Recently I have been introduced to the world of blogging through many friends who have tried it and become successful, both at the act itself and the repercussions from it. I have thought to myself, why not give it a try? What harm can it do? None, I realise very quickly. I have no agenda; do not wish to make a fortune.
Let me describe my reasons for this intreped adventure into a new world. I am not the most 'techno' friendly but at 38 I feel a need to keep my toe dipped in the e-ocean, as it were. I have a busy life. A full time working mum of three, two of which are still at home. I have a lovely husband 8 years my junior, who keeps me young..some would say immature!
Yes, my life seems to be much the same as the next woman who 'wants it all', so why do I feel alone in my situation? And why do I feel that I don't 'want it all' - as we are so badged by the outside world. I am not sure of the answers but I do know that writing things down helps...and although my friends are the most gorgeous supporters in the world, they all have opinions. I chose to blog simply because it can be anonymous. I can write down the most frustrating parts of my life and no-one is going to offer their unsolicited thoughts.
So that is a small introduction. Feel free to read, ignore or do whatever you will...but I warn you. My blogs will be honest, frank and sometimes a little near the mark.......I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them.
Recently I have been introduced to the world of blogging through many friends who have tried it and become successful, both at the act itself and the repercussions from it. I have thought to myself, why not give it a try? What harm can it do? None, I realise very quickly. I have no agenda; do not wish to make a fortune.
Let me describe my reasons for this intreped adventure into a new world. I am not the most 'techno' friendly but at 38 I feel a need to keep my toe dipped in the e-ocean, as it were. I have a busy life. A full time working mum of three, two of which are still at home. I have a lovely husband 8 years my junior, who keeps me young..some would say immature!
Yes, my life seems to be much the same as the next woman who 'wants it all', so why do I feel alone in my situation? And why do I feel that I don't 'want it all' - as we are so badged by the outside world. I am not sure of the answers but I do know that writing things down helps...and although my friends are the most gorgeous supporters in the world, they all have opinions. I chose to blog simply because it can be anonymous. I can write down the most frustrating parts of my life and no-one is going to offer their unsolicited thoughts.
So that is a small introduction. Feel free to read, ignore or do whatever you will...but I warn you. My blogs will be honest, frank and sometimes a little near the mark.......I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them.
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