Yes, I realise the irony of this post. I write every day about a particular whinge of mine – but honestly I have to really scrape the bottom of the barrel sometimes. How I’ll keep this up for a year I really don’t know.
However, there are people who can get an Olympic Gold medal for whingeing. Every little thing is negative and the whole world is against them. Day after day they tell their tales of woe, craving sympathy, sucking the emotion out of others.
No more. I reserve the right to claim back my emotions. I am now being proactive and choosing to follow only those who bring me hope, joy, positivity and calm.
I know I’ve touched on this before but I’m about to do it again. I’m not talking about accents here. I like accents and realise that each accent has its own nuances. I’m talking about words which are changed through lack of correct pronunciation into different words.
This started yesterday on twitter with a comment from @digitalmaverick about the word lackadaisical. Not laxadaisical – which is the incorrect version. This led to a torrent of other commonly mispronounced words from @Langwitch.
We started a list. This is what we came up with:
bowkay (bouquet, being a French word, should be pronounced boo-kay)
lonjuray (lingerie – another French one)
weary (when it should be wary)
There are sure to be more. Feel free to add your own in the comments below.
I used to love shopping but over recent years I have stopped loving it. I find it much more frustrating and now prefer to shop online whenever possible. For some things though, online shopping is not an option for me. For example, when buying clothes or shoes, I have to try them on. Something which looks good on a model might look like a sack of potatoes on me. I have already blogged about my shoe problem so won’t repeat that.
What annoys you most about shopping? For me it is this:
People who dawdle and block aisles.
People who assemble in groups catching up on news and block the aisle.
People who don’t watch where they are going and ram their trolley into your ankles.
The great unwashed who stink of sweat or worse.
Parents who don’t control their children in a public place.
Inconsiderate parking – especially those who use disabled or child spaces without reason.
Trollies that go sideways.
Supermarkets that change where things are regularly.
The fact that when I have no money, I see loads of things I’d like but when I have some money, I can’t find anything I’d like.
I’m sure there are more. Feel free to add your personal shopping nightmare to the comments below.
In my house I have eight clocks. There are also clocks on our laptops, tablets and phones. This brings the total to about 15 devices plus a video player, oven and microwave which display the time.
So why is it that at any given time of the day, each one of them seems to tell a different time?
I hate clutter. My idea of Hell would be living in a house full of ornaments, floral wallpapers, patterned carpets and curtains. For an ‘older’ person, I have quite modern taste. I like clean lines, minimalist decoration and plain colours. It has been a lot of fun moving into a beautiful, perfect brand new house and working through room by room, making colour choices and buying furnishings.
I watch a lot of home makeover programmes and it never fails to amaze me that people put their houses on the market and take so little care over how their house appears to the potential buyer. It is hard enough to sell property in the current climate so you have to do something to make your house stand out from the crowd.
It got me wondering whether this principle should extend to life itself. I have gone through times of feeling life was full of clutter and gazing at those with more simple lives with envy. Perhaps we try to fit too much in and sometimes we should step back and reflect on areas of our lives which need a ‘Spring clean’.
This came on a day when a new twitter friend was tidying out her garage and finding it hard to part with some of the things therein. At the same time another twitter friend is coping admirably with terminal cancer, agreeing with her medical support services that her life should concentrate on fun because laughter really is the best medicine. Time to simplify and declutter.
In the days before the internet, it was clear to see those who were vain. What the internet has done is bring their vanity into your sitting room and workplace. Just as in real life gatherings, in social networks there are blatantly vain people. I’m sure you have all met them at one time or another. They scream ‘Look at me!’, ‘Look how clever I am’, ‘See what this person said about me!’, ‘How gorgeous do I look today?’
Then you get the vanity people’s followers who reply with sycophantic responses, hoping to bathe in the shadows of this great person. They were always there too, but the internet has made them all the more obvious.
Now consider this. If you really were an amazing person, you really wouldn’t have to shout it from the rooftops now, would you? And to those who bask in the shadows, don’t spend your life trying to ‘be’ that vain person. Find your own strength and give it all you’ve got.
But when you finally achieve greatness, please don’t tweet about it or make it your status on Facebook.
Does anyone else get really fed up with the news? The vast majority of news items contain bad news. War, murder, cruelty, disaster, politics (always bad news), fear – it’s all in there as the news programme hooks in its viewers like rubber-neckers at a motorway accident.
What I want is a ‘good’ news programme, full of positivity and hope, telling me all about the wonderful things happening around the world. I can guarantee that the ‘good’ news would by far outweigh the ‘bad’ news. There is so much good going on in the world and yet we only focus on the negatives.
We should all be seeking out the good news and count our blessings in a world where only the bad seems newsworthy.
This week’s prompt is the phrase ‘the angle was very acute’
The meeting was called for 9:30. All parties were seated around the table and Jim tapped his pen nervously on the white vellum in front of him. The double doors were snatched open and the architect entered in a flurry of damp raincoat and assorted document cases. He apologised whilst handing over his coat and arranging the documents on the table.
A stapled booklet was handed to each person. There was silence punctuated by the rustling of paper. Finally the man at the head of the table boomed out,
‘It will never work. The angle is very acute. Surely this can not be built.’
I haven’t blogged on here since April. I’ve neglected my 100 Word Challenges completely. I feel so guilty. My first novel (which implies there might be others!) is still unfinished and requiring attention. I am in danger of losing the will to be creative and need to get back on track.
I will! Really.
I am not a great lover of sport or exercise. I know I should, I know it is good for my health, I know it will help with my bones which are my weak spot, but I find it tedious and boring. At school, I was always the last one picked by the sporty little team captains. Me and the big, fat girl. I can’t throw and I can’t catch. I can’t hit a ball with a bat. So for me, Sports Day was my idea of Hell. I was the one who ran up to the high jump pole and knocked it off deliberately. I was the one who learned to play the violin for six years because it meant missing a lesson of PE each week. (Funnily enough, I managed to ‘mime’ playing the violin in the school orchestra as I was rubbish at playing that too.)
This week a school banned parents from attending Sports Day as having an audience is too stressful for the children. In the past, others have suggested that competitive sports are bad for children. Even though my experience of sports in school is quite a negative one, I find myself disagreeing with both of these stances. In my experience, children love their parents to come to school to see them perform. They want to do their best to please their parents or carers. School should be encouraging parents to come into school as much as possible as those relationships can bear fruit and enhance the work done in school and the co-operation of parents with work taken home. For example, parents can make excellent role models in Careers work, bringing years of experience in a variety of fields into the classroom.
As for ‘competition’, whether we level children or not, they will do it themselves. They compare work and teachers’ comments. They compare marks in spelling tests. They compete with each other in maths. My five year old grandson knows clearly what it means to be working on ‘green table’. His face beams when he tells me of his successes but he also knows that there will be times when he doesn’t do as well as others in his class.
It is life. There are winners and losers. When they eventually enter the ‘real world’ they need to be prepared. I learned long ago that sport wasn’t my thing but that I had other talents. I am not scarred by my school sport experiences. Just older and wiser.