Monday, 23 February 2009

Repetition, repetition, repetition...argghh!!

I'm quite honestly starting to believe that I'm turning into a parrot. Why else would i have to spend my entire life repeating myself? Here are the main culprits:

* My kids - did they really not hear me the first 5 times? I think not. Especially as they have an uncanny ability to hear phrases such as 'Anyone for ice-cream?' and 'Fancy a trip to the cinema?' Spooky eh?

* My husband - why can he not just accept that he hasn't heard and should possibly book a hearing test rather than non-commitedly grunting or giving what he hopes is a 'cover it all' answer such as 'Yeah, mmmm, if you want to / think it's best'. This really doesn't work when the 'question' was 'Do I look fat in this?' Infact, nine times out of ten it leads to me adding to my little mental book of ways to inflict pain upon his person.

* My Mother. See above regarding the hearing test suggestion. I feel less violent towards her though! With her it is simply exasperating. Typical example of a conversation:

Me: Hi Mom, I've been to the zoo today.

Mom: You've got a new loo?

Me: No Mom, I went to the zoo.

Mom: You're renting a new what love?

Me: No Mom, the ZOO

I love her to bits, I honestly do, but would it be so bad for her to admit she needs a hearing aid?

* Random cold-callers - I detest them anyway. What gives them the right to call my house when I'm busy and expect me to drop everything just on the off-chance I may want to buy some new windows? I didn't want to buy them last week and I bloomin' don't want to buy them now either! But then, for them to constantly mishear what I'm saying? It adds insult to injury. Oh hang on....what do you mean? Cold-callers don't actually mis-hear? They just hear 'No' and transplant 'Yes, I'd love my whole house to have new windows by tomorrow'? Well I never........

Ranty Love
Honor xx

Monday, 16 February 2009

Let me introduce myself.....

Well, if we start with the basics, my name is Honor (no, not really but a girl must have some level of mystique I find!), I'm in my thirties and a Mum of two. 'So far so utterly boring' I hear you cry? Yep, you'd be right, but here's the thing.....in my head I am a siren, a spontaneous witty and irresistable vixen. My problem is I'm too polite to let my inner siren show. So, here I am, my own alter ego has a blog. On here I can say and think all those things that would be frowned upon in the hum-drum world of real life!

Hmmmmm, must think of a clever sign off........

Honor xx