BOOM
Every time before I drink water from a bottle, I have to shake the bottle. Every time I put lip balm on I use the excess to smooth out my wack eyebrows! For luck I cross my right hand fingers, and touch wood three times, then my head three times- these have to be repeated in sets of three (depending on importance!) I have to put my phone in my right hand pocket. I have to wear my three special rings or I feel nackie-nackie. I have to put kisses in CAPITALS. (XXXX)
These must seem as strange, unnecessary habits to most people, and I don't know where most of them stemmed from (apart from to keep these badBOY eyebrows from going AWOL!!) but they are now all just a part of my day to day FLOW.
When someone notices these habits, that's when you know they're caring, interested and watching you.
I am being reunited with one of my best friends who I met when we were 14, and have not seen sine July 2010. TOO LONG. When we were 15 we shared a room, and we made up a good night ritual. After we said it, neither of us could talk. (Pretty sure she made it up so I'd shut the fuck up FINALLY) So I am off to see her, and it's been 5 years since we started the ritual. BUT I KNOW we will both remember it word for word, and tonight before we snuggle to sleep...we'll most definitely be BOSSING IT OUT!
*Night Night Daph, Love You.* %Night Night Hicks Love You%
*Sleep Well* %Sleep Well%
*Mwuh Mwuh* %Mwuh Mwuh%
*%MWUH%*
OLD HABITS NEVER FADE.
If someone can't accept you with them, then you should not accept them. With or without them.
*OVER AND OUT*
12 March 2012
17 January 2012
jobjobjobjobJOB
Started my first nannying job yesterday. BOOM.
I'm not gonna lie I thought 'how hard can it be' ...
Funnily I would say with age I am less tolerant of children. I can not stand the endless wailing, unexplainable strops and fussy eating (obviously I did none of the above haha)
FUNNY. ADVENTUROUS. POLITE. OBEDIENT. BOOM.
Today I made dinner and the youngest decides she doesn't want to eat it because it is 'yuckie'. The eldest very kindly reassures me that it is 'yummy' and says to ignore her because she is 'just fussy.'
Hang on!There is no 'just fussy'. 'Just' implies that it is not a big deal 'oh i'm just tired' yehhh well, there is no 'just fussy' when fussy people are the hardest ones to live with!
BUT it wasn't the fact that she didn't like it that got to me (fair enough, matter of taste) but the way she worded her complaints "urghhhh disgustingggggg what is thisss yuckkk". I mean, can a cheese sauce really get that reaction from a child who loves milk and cheese?? Apparently so!
Manners are the most important quality to have in life!
The meal ends in me saying she only has to eat half of the, already tiny portion on her plate (which was more of a compromise than I had wanted to make).
She point blank refused.
I say four words that result in tears and her climbing inside one of those chairs covered in material, and lashing out every time I approach. Never ideal.
'You are being babyish!'
People say even the smallest things can offend, and bam, here's the example!
If I were talking to a mate I would have force fed them and told them to MAN UP. I feel I would have done the same if they were my own children. But in this situation I lost the battle.
Second day and the nanny's a push over! Girls 1-0 Nanny.
Tomorrow is fish and they WILL like it!
Started my first nannying job yesterday. BOOM.
I'm not gonna lie I thought 'how hard can it be' ...
Funnily I would say with age I am less tolerant of children. I can not stand the endless wailing, unexplainable strops and fussy eating (obviously I did none of the above haha)
FUNNY. ADVENTUROUS. POLITE. OBEDIENT. BOOM.
Today I made dinner and the youngest decides she doesn't want to eat it because it is 'yuckie'. The eldest very kindly reassures me that it is 'yummy' and says to ignore her because she is 'just fussy.'
Hang on!There is no 'just fussy'. 'Just' implies that it is not a big deal 'oh i'm just tired' yehhh well, there is no 'just fussy' when fussy people are the hardest ones to live with!
BUT it wasn't the fact that she didn't like it that got to me (fair enough, matter of taste) but the way she worded her complaints "urghhhh disgustingggggg what is thisss yuckkk". I mean, can a cheese sauce really get that reaction from a child who loves milk and cheese?? Apparently so!
Manners are the most important quality to have in life!
The meal ends in me saying she only has to eat half of the, already tiny portion on her plate (which was more of a compromise than I had wanted to make).
She point blank refused.
I say four words that result in tears and her climbing inside one of those chairs covered in material, and lashing out every time I approach. Never ideal.
'You are being babyish!'
People say even the smallest things can offend, and bam, here's the example!
If I were talking to a mate I would have force fed them and told them to MAN UP. I feel I would have done the same if they were my own children. But in this situation I lost the battle.
Second day and the nanny's a push over! Girls 1-0 Nanny.
Tomorrow is fish and they WILL like it!
9 January 2012
THINGS WITH A MEANING
DRUMS
I've played since I was 10 years old.
I picked it up pretty quickly and was unbelievably keen. Every day after school I would set up my 'drum kit'. This consisted of 4 metal saucepans, two whisks being held up in mugs (acting as the cymbals!!) and a very hefty foot (the bass drum!) The only REAL part were the drum sticks, and before they came along it was down to the wooden spoons!
I still remember when my dream came true... It came to my 10th birthday and a delivery man came to the door with a number of GINORMOUS boxes...I got my very own racing green drum kit!
MY PRIDE AND JOY
I am 20 years old and when I meet people they always think I am a LOT older than I am...
This is not because I am a very
mature person (I think the picturedemonstrate that!) but because I have a very expression-ary? face!
If I tried to have a conversation with out moving my face it would be a struggle.
BUT even though when I am 30, and people will look at the wrinkles I
2 January 2012
Tinsel Shirt!
Spent new years eve day with my best mate Batman in Wales. We watched the inbetweeners, had beans on toast (WINNER) and then browsed the shops before I hopped onto a gruelingly long train to St Albans, for what was a BANGING FANCY DRESS party with the delightful Kfedland and LittleBUM (I expected NO LESS!)I had been thinking through the travel/changing situation for some time, and was still a little weary of hopping on the 3.30 Neath to Paddington , then tubing it, then training it, to arrive in St A's at 8pm!! Some may say traveling that 'hourage' in full gear would've been a little keen, and perhaps asking to be shanked on the tube, so I opted out. This meant I was to change on the 7.21 to St A's. EPIC. My choice of fancy dress was a 60's Dj. This was purely because I was looking in a charity shop and saw what can only be described as a LITTLE PUPPY of a shirt...
In essence it was a shirt made of woven tinsel! It made for an itchy night ending in chafed armpits. Had I been busting my usual moves I most definitely would've had a bead on. GRIM. So half changed I arrived in St A's. I then headed to the ladies where I was greeted by Chantella. WOW. I love how it is suddenly OK to speak random shit to a random someone in a loo JUST because it's NEW YEAR. I know that given a normal day, Chantella would not have given me the time of day. But ohhh no, we are tight! She borrowed my phone to text her ex who she used to live with and is planning on boomTANGING tonight. She then asked where she could get the (UNIQUE) tinsel shirt, AND she EVEN got involved on the GLITTER. We then hugged it out and went our separate ways.
This is why you've got to BLOODY LAP UP the sacred times of the year when people suddenly remember (for a VERY short amount of time) it's inhumane to ignore everyone simply because you don't know their name. Then came the bossing night. BOOM.
In essence it was a shirt made of woven tinsel! It made for an itchy night ending in chafed armpits. Had I been busting my usual moves I most definitely would've had a bead on. GRIM. So half changed I arrived in St A's. I then headed to the ladies where I was greeted by Chantella. WOW. I love how it is suddenly OK to speak random shit to a random someone in a loo JUST because it's NEW YEAR. I know that given a normal day, Chantella would not have given me the time of day. But ohhh no, we are tight! She borrowed my phone to text her ex who she used to live with and is planning on boomTANGING tonight. She then asked where she could get the (UNIQUE) tinsel shirt, AND she EVEN got involved on the GLITTER. We then hugged it out and went our separate ways.
This is why you've got to BLOODY LAP UP the sacred times of the year when people suddenly remember (for a VERY short amount of time) it's inhumane to ignore everyone simply because you don't know their name. Then came the bossing night. BOOM.
1 January 2012
A new beginning
I'm Hicks!
Never done this blogging malarkey, I'm rubbish with technology, so was having a bit of a mare setting it up. Definitely needs a tweak or two! Shit hit the fan a few months ago when I got brutally shoved off the pavement by a sketchy character. I'm starting everything new, so thought i'd start a blog.
Over and Out
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