Construction workers and tights worn as pants

Been a while huh? I actually have nothing of significance to write in here either, but stumbled across the link and thought I would share more random rubbish I have thought about recently.

*About construction workers. We live in a new suburb right, and so walk past many a construction site on a regular basis and are therefore subjected to the whole wolf-whistling and ever so complimentary hollerings that happens when you are female and happen across a scenario such as this. I've discovered something bizarre. When I walk past, and hear the not-so-sublte shouts and whistles I mutter to myself what pigs they are, I even almost make that "tsk tsk" sound and shake my head to myself. How revolting! What, like they REALLY think we enjoy that? Treating women like some kind of object, I mean honestly!

But....then you walk past sometimes and there's nothing. You wait for it, you wait for it.....but all you hear is the hammering and the saws and the radio blaring. What the hell? Er, hello, did you not see me just now?? *try flicking hair* Nothing. You look down at what you are wearing and think, hey I look alright, I don't get it? *walk a little slower cause almost completley past and still no hollers or whistles* And feel just a little bit indignant about it all.

Go figure hey? Cause then the next time you walk past one and are bombarded with the comments, whistles and stares that make you wish the ground would open up and swallow you, you find yourself cursing them again, thinking how disgusting they are.

*Latest fashion I am not a fan of: tights/leggings worn as pants. Not cool. With long shirt that covers shiny bottom? - that's okay, that's cute even, quite a fan of that. With normal t-shirt that means when walking behind you all I can do is stare at your somewhat see-through leggings knowing exactly what type of undies you are wearing and somewhat transfixed by the movement of your bum cheeks as you walk? - REALLY REALLY NOT OKAY. First few times I saw this I did actually wonder whether at some point during the day, they looked down and went "oh crap, I forgot to put my skirt on!"



Had more irrelevant and uninteresting stuff I was going to ramble on with, but I really ought to do something productive before night shift tonight huh....

Pantene and homework.

Okay I rarely watch TV anymore nowadays so I miss a lot of stuff. Tonight I am watching and there is a new pantene ad. Hair ads always grate on my nerves but this one is just ridiculous. A few chicks with ultra shiny GHD'd hair wearing blindfolds that supposedly are amazed at how their hair has suddenly become so much silkier and smoother after using Pantene.

Okay so firstly...Were they wearing the blindfolds while someone washed, conditioned, blow dried and straightened their hair?? Is that even possible? And secondly the ad says "after 14 days". They were wearing blindfolds for FOURTEEN DAYS!!?? And never touched their hair once during that time?

Also ridiculous - Emma comes home with her second homework sheet for the year. We sit down the first day she gets it to get stuck into it since you know, it's the second week of school and we are all organised and not frantically scribbling out stuff the morning it's due, swearing that next week will be different and all that...

So, I currently have a cold (don't even get me started on venting about snot. SO WRONG. Vile stuff. Even my own. *gag*) plus I've come off night shift so my usually high level of intellect is somewhat compromised at the moment. Two questions on the sheet had me completely perplexed and questioning my sanity:

Q1. Ben arrives at the Valentines day dance half an hour late. What time does Ben arrive?

Q2. Ben wants to buy an ice cream and a drink of juice at the dance. How much money does he need?

There was no other information relating to those questions. I sat there for like ten minutes re-reading and re-reading and thinking "there is something wrong with me, why can't I figure this out??"

So this morning I decide I will swallow my pride for the sake of my child's education and admit to the teacher I am struggling with my daughters year 2 homework. Imagine my relief when she explained they forgot to copy in the text with the information necessary to answer the questions. Oh well of course, I mean OBVIOUSLY. I just wanted to point out the error to her was all.

Yeah.

Moroccan hair....

Just so you know, yesterday whilst Bailey was getting his hair cut I was admiring all the lovely rows of products while I waited. There is a NEW fancy product...made with extracts from some special plant in Morocco. How cool is that? Smells awesome. Sounds exotic. Makes my hair shiny.

*flick flick flick*

See?

Possibly a bit of a rip off at $40 for the tiniest of bottles but it made me briefly happy when I rubbed the "pea sized drop" through my hair and admired the results.

Broomsticks...

Tonight Bailey googled "broomsticks" or something to that affect, as he has been reading the Harry Potter series and become slightly obssessed.

I am standing in the kitchen when he jumps up from the computer and exclaims "Mum! Did you know you can get REAL broomsticks?"

"Dude of course you can get real broomsticks, we have one in the garage..." I reply.

He looks at me with that look that says "My Mum is an idiot".

"I mean FLYING broomsticks. This website is selling them, can I buy one PLEEEASSSSEEEE? I'll use my own pocket money!"

"I don't think so son, you may be dissapointed with what you get, if you get anything."

Will I ever grow out of this??

So, people who know me well know that I have a bit of a tendency to have to figure things out the hard way. I've been like that since I was a child and nothing has really changed. You'd THINK I'd have figured out it's not the ideal way of doing things but no, I haven't.

EVERY SINGLE TIME I pull a tray out of the oven I sit it carefully on the bench using a tea towell to protect me from burning myself. I go do something else for like less than a minute and then I wander back to the tray and think "I wonder if that has cooled down yet?" and promptly burn myself poking it with my finger. No kidding...every time I cook. It reached a point where I'd swear in the kitchen and David would yell out "did you burn yourself checking how hot the tray was again?", and I'd be like "No I certainly did not!" while I ran my finger under the cold water tap.

If someone hands me a hot cup of tea and says "be careful that's really hot" I feel like they are challenging me. What you don't think I can handle it? Just watch me drink it I think to myself and burn my tongue. Then I proclaim "Ow that's really hot!" and look at them like, what did you do that for??

When I was 15 years old I actually put my finger directly onto a car cigarette lighter just to see how hot it was. For the record - it was VERY VERY hot. I still have impaired sensation in that finger tip.

Or like when I was in Melbourne with a girlfriend and we had all our luggage and asked some woman where a particular hotel was and asked "could we walk there?" and she said "no way, not with those bags, it's way too far" and I looked at my friend and said "whatever, we can SO walk it".....30 minutes later I found myself wondering if perhaps that woman had been correct.

Or in a recipe when it says "simmer over a gentle heat for 30 minutes" and I'll think....stuff that, if I just boil it rapidly for 5 minutes that'll save me 25 minutes!! And when it all turns out horribly wrong I wonder if I should have followed the directions more carefully?

Warnings on products or equipment I also tend to test. Like if a paint or something says on it "avoid direct contact with skin" I wonder why it says that? I find myself applying some directly to my skin to see what happens. Often it is hugely dissapointing and nothing happens and I think "ha I knew it". Or if something DOES happen I think "wow fancy that!".

Buttons that say "do not press" really really grate on my nerves. I have this overwhelming desire to press it to see what happens. I find it difficult to concentrate on anything other than that button.

So basically I have learnt nothing since I was a child who when told "don't touch that it's hot!" would glare at the person defiantly and slam my hand on the hot surface. I can't explain it, I'm not deliberatly that dense, it's just something I can't help but do.

Judging a person by their shoes...

Ever done it?

Look I'm the first to admit I'm not the trendiest person on the planet. And to be truthful, my favourite foot attire is generally haviana thongs so really I probably should not be pointing the finger here but something just needs to be said about it.

I'm sitting on the bench outside school waiting to pick my darlings up, doing the gossiping school Mum thing and this lady (who I don't really know so it makes it easier to mock her) is standing in front of us talking about immunisations/vaccinations - specifically influenza and H1N1 and whether or not people should get their children done. Regardless of the fact my opinions differed from hers on the topic (for the record she was pro and I am anti)....I sat there totally distracted by most of what was coming out of her mouth and came very close to saying "Look lady, I cannot take a word you are saying seriously when you wear the most ridiculous looking foot wear I think I've ever seen!".

I mean....I don't know if they are a new thing, or whether I've been blissfully unaware of these hideous things for quite sometime now but whoever invented them has some serious explaining to do......am I right?? :

Irrational fears...

I have a few irrational fears that came up in a discussion on night shift the other night. It started because we were looking at rentals online (dodgy people ha ha - thank you Doctors for your login and password!) and I refused to even consider a house that was otherwise really quite nice because of the bathroom. Firstly it was a bit skanky but mostly it was becase it had A SHOWER CURTAIN. I don't do shower curtains. The girls at work thought it highly amusing that I was terrified of having a shower in a shower with one on because I'd spend the whole time in a frenzied rush with heart palpitations and sweats and all, expecting a stalker to stab me through it at any moment (as per most horror movies I have seen). Irrational yes, but feels very real to me. Mock away, it won't change the fact I would rather stink than subject myself to that sort of terror everyday. And that says a lot because I am normally a 2 showers a day kind of girl - I don't take personal hygiene lightly I have to say.

So that got us into a discussion on irrational fears we all have. I seemed to have the most. I will NOT close my eyes when I wash my face...whether that be at the bathroom sink, or in the shower. Once again, a result of horror flicks. I've seen too many where the person washes their face and when they open their eyes there is a stalker/axe murderer in the reflection of the mirror behind them or standing on the other side of the glass shower door. It stings my eyes like nothing else, but it's a sacrifice I am willing to make rather than risking my life by closing them. One of the girls thought this fear was very justified and seemed suddenly alarmed that all these years she had unwittingly closed her eyes while washing her face and vowed she would never do it again. I like to share my fears and educate people on life enhancing survival skills such as this.

Another one I have is when I am unlocking a door at night I always feel like I have to do it AS FAST AS POSSIBLE, like there is someone stalking me and waiting to jump out and grab me if I'm not fast enough. My heart pounds inside my chest and sometimes my hands even shake a bit. Yes, really. Of course, the urgency is even more intense if I happen to drop the keys or something - it only reinforces the feeling of having to rush because then I almost feel like I am on the set of a horror movie because that always frikkin happens in the movies doesn't it? They drop their keys as someone comes running to grab them. Like in the lift...when the doors are closing and someone is coming and you wonder if the doors will close in time? Wow I hadn't considered that one....will be extra careful when I next arrive at work and step into one.

Of course, some people would tell me my fear of spiders is irrational but thats ridiculous. It is a perfectly normal human reaction to scream and flap your arms around and get the sweats and chills and jump onto the nearest high object when you see a big disgusting hairy spider. HOWEVER I do have an irrational fear of praying mantis's (sp?). Those things are the creepiest creature I think I've ever encountered. If one is stuck to my screen door...I will not use that door. Argh they are foul. The way they rock backwards and forwards and the way they can suddenly fly around and then their sticky little legs .....eewwww...seriously, I have goosebumps right now thinking about them. Evil little things.

So....before I have you all thinking I am the most disturbed person on the planet...I would like you to tell me what your irrational fears are?? I'm sure someone must have worse ones than mine right??

Just so you know...if you DON'T reply then in my mind I think your irrational fears are SO ridiculous you are too scared to share them.