What I like about blogging is you just happen upon random other blogs. I'll admit that I have quickly scooched past the All-American Family/Emo teenager/christian worship ones but one or two have caught my eye.
I am currently loving http://crummymummywhodrinks.blogspot.com/ . At a guess, I'd say we're a similar age (okay so she's probably a teensy bit younger) but unlike me she's pregnant with her second child... and she's not adapting well!
I love the fact she is seen as a bad mother by the not-so-crummy-mummies because she arranged her child's birthday party on the same day as the school charity fete [does she have no community loyalty?!??!] and I too have had the same thoughts over why the cleaner feels the need to clean EVERYTHING with kitchen roll rather than the reusable jay-cloths that are lovingly left for her.
To be honest, I do know a lot of people who have these moments but it's always fun getting a bit validation for being just a tiny bit crazy-lady every once in a while.
So let's put it out there, because I can't be the only one to do these things:
1 - saying 'thank you' in a very loud voice when someone lets a door slam in your face rather than holding it open for you.
2 - saying 'please' in a sarcastic manner when someone pushes past you on the train muttering 'excuse me' in a really pious voice. [this did result in a rather humourous exchange with a business man the other day who was slightly embarrassed when i did this and apologised blaming it on being tired....]
3 - picking up the cigarette packet/fast food wrapper/similar litter that someone drops in the street and giving it back to them saying in a most helpful way 'I think you dropped this...'.
An ex-boyfriend told me off for doing this to a group of teenagers who threw their Macdonald's packets out of their stationary car at a bus stop in Blackheath. I gave them their rubbish back and boyfriend dragged me away chastising me that it wouldn't be me they would turn-on it would be him. I wouldn't have minded but said ex-boyfriend was built like a shed and the average age of the 4 pimply children in the car was around 18 and had a combined weight of around 10 stone. Pah wimp!
Anyway, enough of that, I really should get busy, work to do... wedding to organise.... oh yes, and on that note, at what point does organising a wedding automatically allow you to be dubbed 'bridezilla'?
It's a no-win situation... if you do talk about it, then you're a bridezilla, if you don't talk about it (because I'm the first to admit that, like babies, your wedding is far more interesting to you than to other people) then there must be something wrong - Cue questions like 'Is someone upsetting your bridezilla plans?'
I was dubbed a bridezilla by a colleague because by 6 weeks after the engagement we had booked the church, reception venue and photographer. I thought that was actually being rather organised and a good thing so that I would not turn into a bridezilla and tearing my hair out that everywhere we wanted wouldn't be available if we left it later... go figure.
Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to be a bridezilla I go.... :o)
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