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Men are like Twitter

Men are like Twitter

Firstly can I point out I have a loving Father, Brother and Son in my life and since I was 20 I have always worked in a male orientated environment. Yet be that as it may I STILL think that this phrase is applicable…….Men are like Twitter.

What I mean by this is if you are wanting them to pay attention to what you are saying, remember a specific date, event, your likes, your dislikes……whatever it may be you have to keep it to 140 characters or less.

Basically and in a nut shell, keep it precise, keep it relevant and more importantly keep to the point.

As much as there are people out there whom say women and men are the same…..they are not.

For instance me and my girlfriends can talk and talk and talk some more. Whether it be in depth, trivial, funny or upsetting…..whatever it is we can talk until we can talk no more. Even if it is a joke, you can guarantee a woman will extend that joke so long that it becomes an ebook. We can talk about the fact that men don’t like talking until the cows come home. That is how much even the quietest of women, despite their rebuttals…..like to talk. Its who we are, it is what we do. It is not nagging or prattling on about nothing, what we talk about is relevant, it is relevant to us hence why we talk.

My friends that are boys/men (note I don’t call them boyfriends) are different, when I talk to them I keep to the point and if I forget myself they remind me to get to the ‘cliff notes’. Don’t get me wrong they are not being disrespectful, but to a man they just want what is relevant and if necessary the points so whereby they can resolve, laugh or make any suggestion based on the ‘cliff notes’ given. They don’t want the detailed run down of what went off, who did what, what happened next and whom said what. At the end of the day have you seen a man read Jane Austen……NO. They don’t want to know why Elizabeth hated Mr Darcy at first, they don’t want to know why she thought he was proud and how he was prejudice of her. They don’t care about the romantic liaison beforehand, all they need to know is how it ended, they can figure out all the rest from the title.

My point being, when talking to a man, be like Twitter and keep it to 140 characters or less. Don’t go round the outskirts of Sheffield to get to the city centre, it is pointless. Get to the point, be direct and hopefully if you’ve given them the precise ‘cliff notes’ they will note what you have said and act accordingly. It saves so much time and effort.

If you want a beautiful new kitchen, keep it to 140 characters and in a language he’ll understand. For instance; ‘You’ll get better cooked meals!’,  ‘There’ll be storage to hide all the stuff.’,  ‘Loads of room for the beer!’, ‘Gadgets to play with!’ This way you’ll have a very agreeable partner and an easy route to your dream kitchen!

Do you agree? Is this what you have experienced?

Let us know your thoughts.

As always thanks for reading, B x

There's no better cure than laughter

There’s no better cure than laughter

There is no better cure for a bad mood than laughter. Not just a little giggle, but side-splitting, drink-coming-out-of-your nose, hard-to-breath, tear falling laughter. It’s like having an emotional colonic. Cleans out all of the stuff and purifies the soul.

It’s hard not to feel better after a convulsion of hysterical laughter. I don’t know about you but it makes my mind and body feel re-freshed.  Like I am invicible and can take on anything that comes my way, any problem and however serious is long forgotten and all I feel is happy.

When I want to laugh like that, there are a couple of friends I always call. Within minutes, we can hardly speak because the tears are rolling, noses are running, and our breath is coming in short pants!

This week has been one of those weeks where a much needed ‘gin dinner’ as we girls call it has been required.  So on the spur of the moment of we set off to our favourite restaurant to have a few well deserved gin and tonics and a bite to eat.

After talking random rubbish (but important rubbish all the same), ample amounts of alcohol, not-very-clean-and-will-not-do-our-healthy-eating-any-good food and a boat load of laughter later we all departed, returning home feeling totally refreshed and restored.

Don’t get me wrong sometimes running and exercise work perfectly well, but sometimes a good side splitting laughter session with your closest friends is just what the doctor ordered.

Now although this isn’t a funny blog I hope it has you thinking…………….what is it that makes you feel refreshed and restored after a hard week or troublesome problem? Laughter or exercise?

And don’t you deserve what works for you more often so you feel more happy?

We would love to hear your views.

As ever thanks for reading, B x

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Amusing memories

Whether it be my children or my friends you can guarantee not a week goes by whereby someone has said something that has been highly amusing, humorous or at the very least memorable. Here are some of mine;

1. A son’s logic

Son: ‘Mummy can we have a rabbit’
Me: ‘No sorry darling I am allergic to them’

Son: ‘When you die can I have a rabbit?’
Me: ‘OooooooK…….yeah sure why not’

Problem solved although if you find me in the freezer and replaced by a rabbit you know whom the culprit is.

2. Intelligent little bean

When my daughter was about 3/4 we were at the doctor’s. The nurse was asking all the standard coordination type questions such as touch your nose, put your hands up etc. Being a healthy capable little sugar bean, she’s was doing everything fine.

Then, the nurse says, “stand on one foot.” My darling daughter looked at the nurse, looked down and hesitated.

She then walked over and stood on one of the nurse’s feet.

Hmmmm didn’t quiet see that one coming!

3. Popcorn and Cinema

One day whilst my daughter was at her friends birthday party I decided to take my son to the cinema as a treat. Please bare in mind he was no older than 3 years old.

Through half of the film I had held the box of popcorn between him and I. Then halfway through I moved it to sit on my lap thinking he would simply just reach over.

He did but quiet reach and before I could hand him the box he shouted at the top of his lungs ‘MORE COCKPORN MUMMY!’

My only thought was ‘Ground, open, please!’

4. Parents watch your language

Having strapped my son into his car seat and commenced down the road my 4 year old son (at the time) says ‘any dickheads on the road today mummy’.

5. Geography took a beating

In a conversation with my friend about our girls weekend.

Friend: ‘Right so I want to do a return flight to Nepal?’
Me: ‘Well you can go to Nepal in Asia but I am going to Naples in Italy so you can come there instead if you like?!’

What are your amusing memories?

Thanks for reading, B x