This is a place for me to make fun or you, your mother, the world and myself.
Mostly myself. The world comes a close second though.
Last Minute dot Salmon | Saalene’s Noms
I’ve always been one to vent. I haven’t done it in a while but have found this medium to be suitable. But as we are hyper connected now and Chinese whispers only take a share, tag or Ctrl+V these views aren’t kept under wraps.
Once you’ve said it you can’t take it back. A lesson we can all learn from.
I have upset those who have upset me. I’ve removed the last post for this reason. Like I’ve said before a woman scorned is a force to be reckoned with.
Foot in gob has become fingers in screen.
How can someone at work turn to me and tell me that I look old because I’m fat?!
And she didn’t stop there either! She proceeded to tell me that if I were to loose weight I’d look younger!
Now I can’t lie. I had a face like thunder for the rest of the day. Until I was given a little perspective. When I told some of the guys this we laughed at how someone could manage to stick two insults into one…
Well yesterday. It’s been an anxious one. I know I talk a lot but there are certain things I’m not so keen to talk about. Mostly things I don’t know anything about. Business. Money matters. Corporate stuff – the jargon gets me every time.
But it’s not just stuff like that. Today we were meant to go out. Three of us. One bailed. Baby sitting duties. So the other did too. “That’s fine.” I lied.
I have missed home made jam times.
This is plum jam. Or damson jam.
Also. We love a pun. This is what Twitter was made for!
So you may or may not know that I presented a show recently. Big deal in the community. And I did this pretty much single handedly. Usually you have two anchors. Lots of people backstage. But not this time. But we got it done. Everyone said it went well. People who could have helped said they heard otherwise. There’s nothing more frustrating than someone who could have done something to help…
Someone told me a story once. And it still makes me chuckle when I have to send out mass emails to a whole bunch of people.
So one day someone accidentally sent a email out to a whole bunch of people at work – not my work, mind, I’m just retelling the story. So this person sends this email out and all is well. Until someone hits reply all. By accident of course. But then someone else wants this…
25 years on this planet and I am yet to get this type of parenting. Often I’ll have a dark thought “When I go for my appointment and I’m actually really sick she’ll take all these horrible words.”
But then I remember. She’s an Indian mum. The only things they take back have receipts.