Grateful to be a giver.

I was chatting with a friend and during the course of our conversation I had a bitch and a moan.  My friend turned to me and said...."you know what?  Your a giver, that's the problem."  And shes right, I am. 

However I think even though I'm complaining I'd rather have my problem than be on the other side of the fence.  I read recently 'give more than you take' and I think that's wise.

Even though sometimes you end up feeling like I did, a bit pissed off that once again someone just doesn't get it, that you got the short end of the stick and can't believe how one sided some people are - it's much better for your whole self to be a giver.

And although I'm sounding all mightier than thou I just honest to goodness feel better about who I am.  That can't be a bad thing!

Doing it alone is probably safer.

I had the most awful experience yesterday.

It left me shaken, anxious, overwhelmed and a little cross.

I'm a planner by nature.  I make lists.  I'm tend to do things the same way if they work.  If not I'll make adjustments but sometimes things get so out of whack that they can threaten my very being.

This is what happen yesterday.

My world was upset.  My way - that quiet, organised, calm way was upturned.

And to be fair there was a reason to it.  A good thought gone horribly wrong....never again though.  It's not worth the fall out.

What happened you ask?

Well on a busy Saturday morning my husband, the Farmer, decided he and the children would come with me.........................to do the groceries.

Never again.

The children, well they know how I roll, but the Farmer, as well meaning as he was almost got a clobber around the head with a wine bottle.

He's fine on his own, with a list (ensuring that it is in order of food aisles otherwise he forgets things) but with me, the kids and what seemed to be 90% of the rest of the town, it was a nightmare.

Never ever again.

When the shoe is on the other foot.

Sometimes it's the double standards of life that make me, well a bit Pippy to be frank.

You know.......it's okay for me to have to make all the effort but not the other way around.  I find some people have short memories.

I'm not going to go into the ins and outs of this personal dilemma.  I just find it a bitter pill to swallow.  And seeing as I have this open forum to go 'GRRR' in, I thought I would just do that.......

so

GRRRRRRRRR

 

Thanks for letting me vent!

By the way 3000 page views.  Seriously?!  Can't believe other people are interested in my ramblings!

It's still kinda cool though!  Cheers!

High heels and Hair cuts

Extraordinary day yesterday. 

It had me smiling in my sleep!

I had decided it was time for a haircut.  Spring is here, Summer not far away and well a change is good.

I brought some really funky heels, the kind you can wear with jeans and but I realised that since I first brought them I'd only worn them once.  So with a confident application of lippy, my flavour of the month top and my ever faithful jeans I chucked on my heels and trotted off to the hair dressers.

At the start when I told her I wanted a change I'm sure she was a bit doubtful but nonetheless she worked her magic and I left a new woman.  Or something.

I knew it was a good cut when out with the Farmer for lunch he commented on how good I looked numerous times and even went as far as a PDA (Mum that means public display of affection!).

Surprising to me though was the general stuff that happened in the afternoon - the bookstore lady was expectionally friendly and chatty to me, the wee man at the petrol station just appeared to fill my tank (usually they are noticeably absent), the lady at the clothes shop ignored people right in front of me and said hello to me and the lady at the bakery let me off .10c of the french stick I was buying as I didn't have quite enough.

Now I'm not sure if it was just that I was feeling good, therefore smiling more and relaying a general state of happiness which the world picked up on or just a good day in town.  Who knows but if town was more like that I'd probably go in more!!

On my arrival to school in the afternoon I don't think I've ever had so many nice comments on my hair before.  A couple of people didn't even recognise me!  Sheesh, talk about a getting a big head!!

The down side is that today I'm be back in my work clothes, work shoes and my hair will probably not look nearly as good.

But that extraordinary feeling is still there.  And that is bound to put an extra big smile on my face.