Let's start off by saying I like hugs. A lot. I think there's a time and a place for hugs, and the world would be a sad place if there were no hugs. I like to hug friends I haven't seen in a while. I like to hug people when they have good news or sad news. But I think some hugs are weird.
On Friday night I went out to dinner with some people I work/worked with. It was great to catch up with everyone (well most of them lol), and it was a really pleasant night. The thing I thought was weird was that everyone had to go around the table and hug everyone when they arrived, and then there were big hugs again at the end. We are not a staff who hug every day at work, and few of us would say we are actually friends (there are some exceptions there so please, no hurt feelings lol). But my point is, why do we hug as if we are long lost best friends when we go out for dinner on Friday night, but tomorrow morning when we go back to work, I'd be considered a weirdo if I walked in and went for a cuddle with each and every staff member I came across during the day! I'm tempted to do it just to prove my point.
I understand the cultural thing of kissing on the cheek when saying hello or goodbye, but I think this huggy thing is completely different, and weird.
That's all.
Sunday 27 November 2011
Sunday 13 November 2011
All the small things
This last week or so has been frustrating. There have been a couple of Big Things that have happened that I can't talk about publically (yet) (ooh does that make me sound all mysterious?) but mostly it's been a series of small things. Here's just a few in no particular order.
Grill'd
We went to dinner at Grill'd to celebrate the Boy's successful start in toilet training. Hadn't been there before but it sounded good so we decided to give it a go. Ordered our food, found a table and waited. The chick brought out our food. All good except that mine was nothing like what I'd ordered. Pointed this out to her. She looked at me like I was on drugs and quizzed me on what I'd ordered as if she was trying to catch me out, then she finally realised I did know the difference between chicken and beef and took it back to get me a new one. Few minutes later, she brought out my replacement meal with a thousand apologies. All well and good - except this still was not what i'd ordered. There was no pineapple or cheese. We'd paid extra for pineapple and cheese. I wanted pineapple and cheese. Took it back and got a thousand more apologies. Then instead of simply popping a piece of pineapple and a piece of cheese on my burger, they took the chicken off, put it back on the grill, threw the rest of the burger out, then remade it. I couldn't understand this. If they have to remake the burger then why keep the chicken? So I went back to the table and waited while the Man and the Boy ate their dinners. When mine finally came out again, the Boy was jiggling like he had ants in his pants so the Man took him all the way into the mall to the toilet (they'd both finished their dinner by then anyway) while I sat there and ate by myself. Fun night out.
Mango
I bought a mango. They overcharged me. It was a Kensington Pride and they charged me for a Calypso (or vice versa, I can't remember). It's not so much the 50c that upsets me, it's that check-out chicks these days don't know their fruit and veg. Back in my check-out chick days, we were routinely tested on our knowledge of fruit and veg and I'm proud to say I always kicked ass. We even had to memorise all the codes - check-out chicks now just have to press a button. They have it much easier and still can't get it right. Hey I STILL remember some of those codes -pretty sure bananas were 1194 at one point, carrots were 1278 and an iceberg lettuce was 8891 (quantity: 1). I might add I stopped working as a checkout chick 14 years ago. When I went through the check-out at Coles today the lady in front of me had a telegraph cucumber. The check-out chick put it through as a Lebanese cucumber. I wanted to point out to her that as far as cucumbers are concerned, a Lebanese cucumber is about as different to a telegraph cucumber as they can get (except an apple cucumber which really is quite different). But I didn't because they would have thought I was weird. On a side note, did you know that seedless watermelon is actually a hybrid between watermelon and cucumber? Ahuh, yep, it is (or so I've been told). Cool huh. But yeah, the mango thing pissed me off.
Moshi monsters
My Nephew would like a Moshi monster cake for his birthday next weekend. It's my job to make this happen. Which is great, because I'd seen these cool little Moshi toys at Kmart which could go on top of the cake and save me trying to make them out of sugarpaste, plus he gets to keep tham after the cake is cut. Win for everyone. But nooo. When I went back to Kmart they didn't have any left. Bugger. So I went to Big W. They were sold out as well. Did you know there are about 20 different brands of little weird-looking plastic alien-looking animals on sale at the moment? And of course the little Moshis were the only ones sold out. So next option was the bigger Moshi figures. $20 for three of them. There are 6 Moshi monsters. So you have to buy 2 packs to get all 6. Not likely at $20 each. So I had to try to remember which one it was that the Nephew likes best. Made a guess. Preparing myself that if I got it wrong it may be The Worst Day of His Life and it will be All My Fault.
Drop off
Had to drop some stuff off to a Friend. Walked out of the house without it. Got to the car and remembered it. Went back in the house, got it, got in the car and drove almost all the way to Friend's house. Remembered other stuff I was also meant to bring. Drove all the way home, got the stuff, drove all the way back and dropped it off (ok so it was only a couple of suburbs away but that's not the point).
Cake board
I have to make a square engagement cake next weekend. Bit nervous about it but I know it will be ok IF I can manage to get a cakeboard the right size and shape. All the ones I have in stock are round. Can't put a square cake on a round board - it would be like putting a square peg in a round hole (lame joke, ok). Went to Spotlight the other day to get a square board. Surprise, surprise, they didn't have any. I'd almost be disappointed if I didn't get frustrated by a visit to Spotlight - it's just the way it is. So today I went to Urambi bakery to get one from there (they're more expensive but more reliable with sizes). Bloody bakery is closed on Sundays. Seriously?! Grrrr. Will have to see if Mum can pick one up for me during the week.
Cancelling cakes
On Thursday night I ran a baby shower for some ladies at work. Went really well, but half-way through I noticed my throat was getting sore. Hmm. Wondered if it was just from talking too much. By Friday morning I felt like shit. Headache. Sore throat, runny/blocked nose. The Boy was just the same. Spent most of the day in bed which was great. Unfortunately I had to cancel making two cakes and attending one event. I feel sooooo bad about having to cancel cakes when people are counting on me but I just don't think it's right to breathe on/handle fondant when I'm sick. Thank you to the friend who was understanding about it.
Being sick
I hate being sick.
Snoring
When the Man has a cold, the Man snores. The Man has now caught my cold, or as he put it "I think I've got the Man version of your disease". Last night it seemed like he purposely timed his snoring sessions in the quiet times between my coughing fits so I was guaranteed to not get any sleep. I'm tired.
There are some little things that make my day though, not all the small things are bad.
Free Stuff
When I went to Spotlight and got the dumb/distracted checkout chick, this time I wasn't overcharged. I was actually undercharged - she put my 3m of ribbon through at 30c/metre instead of $3 per metre, and she didn't ccharge me at all for two glass bottles. Score 1 to me.
Great Success
Just when I thought The Boy was going to be in nappies forever, things just seemed to have clicked and he's weeing in the toilet like he's been doing it forever.
Wonderful Mummy
Yesterday The Boy made my day by calling me "Wonderful Mummy", completely unprompted (this time) and right at a moment i needed to hear it. Made all the annoying and frustrating small things fade a little bit as I just took a minute to remember how much I love being his Mum.
Oh, there was one more bad thing.
The fly
A big fly bit me. Apparently I shouldn't have posted that on facebook but I did and I'm telling you here as well. It was a big-ass fly though. It hurt. And when I told my Mum she said "oooh, I hope it didn't lay eggs in you, I'm serious, that could be really bad." Thanks Mum. Now even if the Man isn't snoring tonight I'm still not going to get much sleep because i'm too worrried about dreams of maggots crawling around under my skin. Awesome.
(I'm waiting for someone to correct me on the fruit and veg codes)
Grill'd
We went to dinner at Grill'd to celebrate the Boy's successful start in toilet training. Hadn't been there before but it sounded good so we decided to give it a go. Ordered our food, found a table and waited. The chick brought out our food. All good except that mine was nothing like what I'd ordered. Pointed this out to her. She looked at me like I was on drugs and quizzed me on what I'd ordered as if she was trying to catch me out, then she finally realised I did know the difference between chicken and beef and took it back to get me a new one. Few minutes later, she brought out my replacement meal with a thousand apologies. All well and good - except this still was not what i'd ordered. There was no pineapple or cheese. We'd paid extra for pineapple and cheese. I wanted pineapple and cheese. Took it back and got a thousand more apologies. Then instead of simply popping a piece of pineapple and a piece of cheese on my burger, they took the chicken off, put it back on the grill, threw the rest of the burger out, then remade it. I couldn't understand this. If they have to remake the burger then why keep the chicken? So I went back to the table and waited while the Man and the Boy ate their dinners. When mine finally came out again, the Boy was jiggling like he had ants in his pants so the Man took him all the way into the mall to the toilet (they'd both finished their dinner by then anyway) while I sat there and ate by myself. Fun night out.
Mango
I bought a mango. They overcharged me. It was a Kensington Pride and they charged me for a Calypso (or vice versa, I can't remember). It's not so much the 50c that upsets me, it's that check-out chicks these days don't know their fruit and veg. Back in my check-out chick days, we were routinely tested on our knowledge of fruit and veg and I'm proud to say I always kicked ass. We even had to memorise all the codes - check-out chicks now just have to press a button. They have it much easier and still can't get it right. Hey I STILL remember some of those codes -pretty sure bananas were 1194 at one point, carrots were 1278 and an iceberg lettuce was 8891 (quantity: 1). I might add I stopped working as a checkout chick 14 years ago. When I went through the check-out at Coles today the lady in front of me had a telegraph cucumber. The check-out chick put it through as a Lebanese cucumber. I wanted to point out to her that as far as cucumbers are concerned, a Lebanese cucumber is about as different to a telegraph cucumber as they can get (except an apple cucumber which really is quite different). But I didn't because they would have thought I was weird. On a side note, did you know that seedless watermelon is actually a hybrid between watermelon and cucumber? Ahuh, yep, it is (or so I've been told). Cool huh. But yeah, the mango thing pissed me off.
Moshi monsters
My Nephew would like a Moshi monster cake for his birthday next weekend. It's my job to make this happen. Which is great, because I'd seen these cool little Moshi toys at Kmart which could go on top of the cake and save me trying to make them out of sugarpaste, plus he gets to keep tham after the cake is cut. Win for everyone. But nooo. When I went back to Kmart they didn't have any left. Bugger. So I went to Big W. They were sold out as well. Did you know there are about 20 different brands of little weird-looking plastic alien-looking animals on sale at the moment? And of course the little Moshis were the only ones sold out. So next option was the bigger Moshi figures. $20 for three of them. There are 6 Moshi monsters. So you have to buy 2 packs to get all 6. Not likely at $20 each. So I had to try to remember which one it was that the Nephew likes best. Made a guess. Preparing myself that if I got it wrong it may be The Worst Day of His Life and it will be All My Fault.
Drop off
Had to drop some stuff off to a Friend. Walked out of the house without it. Got to the car and remembered it. Went back in the house, got it, got in the car and drove almost all the way to Friend's house. Remembered other stuff I was also meant to bring. Drove all the way home, got the stuff, drove all the way back and dropped it off (ok so it was only a couple of suburbs away but that's not the point).
Cake board
I have to make a square engagement cake next weekend. Bit nervous about it but I know it will be ok IF I can manage to get a cakeboard the right size and shape. All the ones I have in stock are round. Can't put a square cake on a round board - it would be like putting a square peg in a round hole (lame joke, ok). Went to Spotlight the other day to get a square board. Surprise, surprise, they didn't have any. I'd almost be disappointed if I didn't get frustrated by a visit to Spotlight - it's just the way it is. So today I went to Urambi bakery to get one from there (they're more expensive but more reliable with sizes). Bloody bakery is closed on Sundays. Seriously?! Grrrr. Will have to see if Mum can pick one up for me during the week.
Cancelling cakes
On Thursday night I ran a baby shower for some ladies at work. Went really well, but half-way through I noticed my throat was getting sore. Hmm. Wondered if it was just from talking too much. By Friday morning I felt like shit. Headache. Sore throat, runny/blocked nose. The Boy was just the same. Spent most of the day in bed which was great. Unfortunately I had to cancel making two cakes and attending one event. I feel sooooo bad about having to cancel cakes when people are counting on me but I just don't think it's right to breathe on/handle fondant when I'm sick. Thank you to the friend who was understanding about it.
Being sick
I hate being sick.
Snoring
When the Man has a cold, the Man snores. The Man has now caught my cold, or as he put it "I think I've got the Man version of your disease". Last night it seemed like he purposely timed his snoring sessions in the quiet times between my coughing fits so I was guaranteed to not get any sleep. I'm tired.
There are some little things that make my day though, not all the small things are bad.
Free Stuff
When I went to Spotlight and got the dumb/distracted checkout chick, this time I wasn't overcharged. I was actually undercharged - she put my 3m of ribbon through at 30c/metre instead of $3 per metre, and she didn't ccharge me at all for two glass bottles. Score 1 to me.
Great Success
Just when I thought The Boy was going to be in nappies forever, things just seemed to have clicked and he's weeing in the toilet like he's been doing it forever.
Wonderful Mummy
Yesterday The Boy made my day by calling me "Wonderful Mummy", completely unprompted (this time) and right at a moment i needed to hear it. Made all the annoying and frustrating small things fade a little bit as I just took a minute to remember how much I love being his Mum.
Oh, there was one more bad thing.
The fly
A big fly bit me. Apparently I shouldn't have posted that on facebook but I did and I'm telling you here as well. It was a big-ass fly though. It hurt. And when I told my Mum she said "oooh, I hope it didn't lay eggs in you, I'm serious, that could be really bad." Thanks Mum. Now even if the Man isn't snoring tonight I'm still not going to get much sleep because i'm too worrried about dreams of maggots crawling around under my skin. Awesome.
(I'm waiting for someone to correct me on the fruit and veg codes)
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