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imageWhat a month! There are soooooooooo many pink slips in that jar. Just LOOK AT IT! This is such a wonderful exercise for me; I’m glad that I’m doing it. Makes a hell of a lot of difference if I’m having a bad day, being able to look at that jar.

So… if I recap, the jar this month includes such delightful tid bits as the sign off of my business plan by my business mentor, working on The Write Feeling website, my boys sleeping through the night, making tasty culinary treats and fun days out with the family. Despite the atrocious weather I’ve had a very pleasant March.

While today is April, I feel I should also mention that I picked up two Hotel Chocolat eggs at half price in John Lewis today. I’m thrilled; because I didn’t buy any Easter eggs, or do anything Easter-ish this year. Well… I ate a couple of bunnies, but I didn’t buy them. :p They were actually for Leon and Michael, but I took a bullet for them and ate one myself. Dave had the other.

Coming up in April, we have the launch of The Write Feeling coming up (yes, yes, I know I haven’t talked about it much; I’m going to soon. Really soon, promise!) as well as more milestones for the boys. I’ll be signing off JSA which will be a massive pink green slip (yes, yes, I am changing the colours each month) in the jar.

How have you guys been getting on? I’ve been busy enough that I’ve not put many updates on Twitter about this (apologies!) but things are calming down a bit now. Hopefully I’ll just have regular bits and bobs that I can plan for which should make getting onto social media, responding to comments and visiting other blogs, possible.

So… have you have a good Easter? What have you been up to? How does your jar look? ^_^


What?

That’s confused you has it? Okay… well take a look at this:

That’s great, right? ^_^

I found this picture over at Kirsten Lamb’s Blog and just had to share it. Have a good day!

Junk Food; Boys vs Girls


Yeah I know, I know. Controversial as hell, but its not what you think.

A couple of weeks ago I bought a bag of crisps and a yummy chocolate bunny thing (yes… the Easter shit is already out… in January! – do NOT get me started!). Anyway, the girl beside me – I’m at work – is eating these crispy, curly, fake crisp things.

Now, don’t get me wrong I enjoy my Snack a Jacks as much as the next person, but that day (and several others around, before and after then) I just wanted a bag of crisps.

Anyway, she finishes up the packet, looks at the back and, with an expression of surprise in her eyes, shows me this. Now… its not immediately odd (unless you’re like me). Its just the ‘please put your crap in the bin’ picture, right? But look closely. Notice that the figure has flicked up hair, a ridiculously narrow waist and a skirt which inescapably identifies it as female. Or a dude in a kilt.

I looked at it. And then I looked at it again. And then (because I’m insane) I kicked off a rant that initiated a conversation of almost an hour.

Because… honestly… didn’t the picture, once upon a time, look like this? Yes it did! Don’t argue with me; of course it did!

And, if you really want to be fussy about it, when the hell did the little figure start to look like this?! I’ll bet you’ve never noticed it either.

But herein lies the debate. Are we being told, through the foods we eat, that only girls like the light, fluffy, low calorie, tasteless crap, and that only men like the fat-filled, crunchy treats that are potato crisps? Ha, I bloody hope not. And what about the chocolate? The little generic, angular figure was on the back of my chocolate bunny; surely, if anything was going to have a woman on the back of it, a chocolate bar should? Chocolate and ice cream; a woman’s domain! But isn’t that just as bad? Particularly when Yorkie’s slogan was (and possibly still is) ‘not for handbags.’

Grr.

I dunno… it bothered me far more than it should have done, but what can I say? I’m a bit of a freak like that. And… while constantly thinking about ensuring that my babies grow up free of society’s restrictions and preconceptions with regards to gender (read this article, its BRILLIANT!) seeing these images on the back of packs of junk food just set me off.

Bear in mind that I’m the woman who is seriously considering not finding out the gender of my babies, just so I don’t accidentally tell anybody else, as a means to avoid getting shit-loads of pink or blue clothes as gifts. -_- Because you know (you KNOW!) the second I say my twins are boys or girls, people will consider that when buying gifts. Even on a unconscious level. Lots of people say they won’t… but fuck it- I know better.


List your bad habits and/or addictions and what you have tried to rid yourself of them.


Hmm.. Well isn’t that a hard thing for anyone to do? Listing things about themselves that may not be as good as they should be. Or are expected to be. Or as one wants them to be.

 
Well the first that comes to mind is that I used to suck my thumb. A lot. To the point that by the time I hit 13/14 years old I totally needed braces. I had a retainer at first; one of those giant pink things that you can pull out or leave put which the plate that covers the top of your mouth. I had them top and bottom. I was NOT impressed by that. As you can imagine. And neither was the dentist because I’d be repeatedly taking them out to eat (I never learned to eat with them in) and then leaving them in places. I can only imagine how disgusting that must have been for the poor souls who kept finding my gummy, slightly icky retainers lying around the place.
It was way better when I had tracks; at least you can’t take those out and lose them.
Point is, with that, I didn’t stop myself sucking my thumb, it was done for me because I couldn’t fit my thumb into my mouth any more. Though to be honest, I’m glad I did stop… my fingernails would never look as nice as they do now. :p

 
Which brings me on neatly to biting my nails. I did that a lot when I was younger because I didn’t really ever feel like cutting them, but they broke when they got too long. Nibbling on them was the perfect cure (in my book). These days, so long as I can still type my nails aren’t too long and since I’ve developed a liking for various funky colours of nail varnish I must admit that it pleases me to have nails long enough to show them off. That was more of a vanity thing than anything else.

 
Food has always been a problem of mine, but the consumption of unhealthy amounts of chocolate was one of my big ones. I seem to have solved that problem by getting pregnant. -_- not that that was the reason for it, but more that, as well as the occasional lower abdominal twinge, bout of gas and fit of rage/happiness/bleakness/mopeyness I have completely gone off chocolate. To the point that a couple of weeks ago I had to take two bites to finish a Lindor chocolate truffle and when I had the next one I couldn’t finish it. One bite did me in and I had to hand it to my mate to finish. *sob*
I suppose its good that I’m eating less of the bad stuff and more of the good stuff (give me salad! Give me salad NOW!), but I kinda miss chocolate. And booze. And riding my bike. And sleeping straight through the night.

-_-

Okay, that’s enough of that!
If I think of more, I’ll come back to you! :p

 

 

 

 

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