March 11th, 2009 / No Comments » / by Nicky
Me and my best mate met each other when we both worked at a golf club - that was about 8 years ago.
Anyway, the other night I was hunting for something and came across a poem one of the golf club members wrote about me and my mate.
We always used to have a laugh with the members, especially those in the Senior section, they seemed more up for a laugh, so we got on great with them.
Anyway, a little about how the poem came about.
The clubhouse had an open log fire which in the winter always needed to keep alive to keep the club house warm. Trevor, a member turned club ranger, would come in a start up the fire and rely on us to keep it going when he wasn’t around. You could say it went out a few times because we forgot to keep our eye on it now and again. It did become a bit of a joke between me and my mate, especially when the fire went out and we knew what we were in for when Trevor came back.
Well, there was the fire, and there was Wednesday nights.
Now and again on a Wednesday night, me and my mate would meet up with a few of the other gals and head out for the night. Bad idea always of course as we knew we would be fighthing the hangover at work the next morning.
Well, the members got used to us not really performing at our best on a Thursday morning, I do remember walking into a chair with a tray of tea on one occastion only to look over at one of the seniors who slapped his hand against his forehead as I did it.
Well, we always knew what Trevor was going to ask for when he came in for lunch. Turkey and branston sarnie on thick white break and a pot of tea. There was always a comment about one thing or another everytime he got his order, but it was all in jest.
Anyway, enough of the background, I thought I’d write the poem Trevor wrote us in my blog, as the paper is pretty much worn now, and at least it will always be here:
Before I was a Ranger my life was so complete
I went home to my wife she’d say “What do you want to eat?”
I’d tell her what I wanted and she’s always get it right
Salt & Pepper with the meal, Tea appears the same night
“I’m off now to the pub for a pint,
I’ll see you later my dear”, I’d shout
When I come home she’s gone to bed
but the fire, it ain’t gone out.
But now I am a Ranger and when I’m in the mood
Me & Odd Job - cup of tea and sometimes have some food
Smidgen of Branston with Turkey, the bread I like it thick
Sandra takes the order and then has a chin wag with Nick
The sandwich comes, it isn’t thick, these two they just can’t cater
I eat it up, I don’t complain, the tea comes ten minutes later
Til Annie comes they’re both in charge, they never get it right
Is it cos they’re lazy or are they not too bright
Thursday morning - no work done - you sure these two get paid?
Soon they’ll both be nurses when Nicks been to first aid
Replenishing fires is a problem, their minds go blank, can’t think
So my conclusion to both of them
THEY ARE THE WEAKEST LINK
Yeh, he thought we were great really.. lol
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January 12th, 2009 / No Comments » / by Nicky
So, it’s lunchtime, your sat at your desk eating your toast or noodles whilst sipping on a cup of tea, what do you do?
I was looking around and an articles titled “How to meet a man at 40” caught my eye. No I’m not looking to meet a man and no I’m not 40 (or at least not yet), but I thought it might be an interesting read.
The article talks about how us as women generate a list in our minds of the type of guys we are interested in and the things we check out in a guy which speaks volumns, such as, what kind of shoes does he wear, how does he keep his hair or when did he last shave.
The top of the list in the article of things a guy must have is hair. I would go a step further to say he must have teeth, and preferably his own.
There is also the mixed feelings of whether to consider being with a guy who wears hoodies and nothing but his bear chest underneath. Yes, he may still think he is 18 and still plays his air guitar imagining he is the lead guitarist in the Rolling Stones, but hey, he might be a Don in the bedroom dept.
The must have list is as follows:
- Must adore you.
- Must be smarter than you, or at least as smart. Smarter, probably, or you will keep looking for that Achilles heel.
- Must have bigger feet than you. Obviously. And must be hairier.
- Must be able to make you laugh in all situations, including when you get to the airport and discover he has no passport.
- You must fancy him unconditionally.
I think these are all fair to say and lets face it, if you don’t have at least that much, then you may want to consider if they guy with air guitar might be more fun (Although the fun factor may only last a short time before it becomes the annoying factor - note: one not to be taken too seriously).
Another suggestion was to loose your friends! I can see their point - friends and family around a new guy who you are with may not be the best way forward… initially. I too have been guilty of vetting a guy and turning into the head judge of the courtroom when asking grilling questions to the guy to see if he passes the test of being good enough for a friend.
It was only recently that we were out on the town, my friend said this guy was coming over to see her - as soon as he walked in I thought, heck girl, I take it you have only seen this guy before at the end of a nights drinking session when you had your beer goggles on.
As I was checking the guy out, I noticed he had dirty finger nails, and I don’t mean just a few hours worth, I’m sure there must have been a months worth there which had basically picked out the furniture and paid the rent, cos that muck was so ingrained it would take a heavy duty scrubbing brush to get them pinkys clean.
I couldn’t obviously tell her right there and then, so sent her a text message instead even though she was sat right next to me “Look at his nails”. That was it, within the space of 5 minutes he was out the door. And no, that is not cruel, but when it comes to you mates, you know what type of guy is good for them and which isn’t. But yes, this is a good reason to ditch your mates if your planning on meeting a guy.
Anyway, the article is 5 pages long and I have to admit I didn’t read the whole lot, but the link is in this article if you fancy giving it a shot.
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November 24th, 2008 / No Comments » / by Nicky
Hands up all those with the Monday Blues… cos I know it won’t just be me.
Mondays generally means you brain is only firing on 2 cylinders instead of 4 which also means it makes it near impossible to define a term such as “Monday Blues”.
I thought to myself, “Ok, I recognise this feeling, I’ve got the Monday Blues”, so I thought I would try and explain what they were, why they affect us and what is the best way to move back into making Monday as positive as the rest of the week.
I thought I would try and cheat and let Wiki explain it, but to my surprise, there was no page on what the Monday blues were? I wondered if it was a term I invented myself for a split second, or if it was just a slang word I had picked up from someone, but no, it is a common term - so here I am now moaning that Wiki doesn’t have a page on it.
Is it any wonder that so many of us get it tho? We push our bodies to the limits over the weekend, we know our body is pleading with us not to order another drink at the bar and go to bed at a decent hour, but we are having too much fun to listen.
Actually, saying that, the last drink I got from the bar on Saturday was a bottle of water! I half remember saying “I don’t know what to drink” and someone put their hand on my shoulder and said “Water Nicky”, I thought “Oh yeh, Water!” so thats what I had.. it didn’t help, I was already too far gone.
Why don’t we get Sunday blues? Why does it have to be Monday? Most of us don’t drink on a Sunday, and if your like me after partying over the weekend, Im pretty useless for anything on a Sunday except to turn into a vegetable and watch movies all day giving my body the rest it needs.
I even thought, if I was popping pills, it wouldn’t be until Tuesday that I would be about ready to slit my wrists - so why does it have to be Monday?
Anyway, I guess it is just the bodies recovery process and the best cure for the monday blues, is not to go too wild on a Friday and Saturday.
One of the other traits of the Monday blues is a short attention span and the ability to loose concentration quickly as well as get bored very quickly when sticking to one topic for any length of time, such as writing this blog post.
I also have someone in SL trying to sell me a business idea.. and because she is foreign, it is hard to make myself understood with my opinion on her idea, so any minute now, I am going to close the window and let her talk into space. So I guess another thing that goes out of the window with the MB is patience.
Ah - nevermind.. tomorrow will be better.
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