TROLLEY RAGE

Trolley Rage

:Warning! Contains Swearing:

OK so I know I am feeling a little better when random strangers in TESCO really start to piss me off. On this particular occasion I was standing in the aisle – with the beans and such when I suddenly started to feel nauseated when seeing the macaroni cheese in a tin – reminded quickly of some sick bastard that used to eat that shit cold out of the tin (heave) I was standing there a while as I was sending a text from my phone – yes I am one of them annoying people that stand in the aisles randomly. So! I am standing, minding my own business when my attention is rudely diverted by a stupid wanky, whiny, old bastard that was not capable of pushing a trolley. I mean, it’s not like I am a skinny wafer and you can’t see me when I stand sideways. Maybe I should have a yellow flashing light on my head for other people to see me! then again, maybe, if the fuck-ing inconsiderate old bastard that felt the need to start moaning about the 2p increase on his TESCO value spaghetti hoops, was paying more attention to where he to was going, rather than finding something pathetic to grumble about to his other whiny old bastard friends, I would not have got rammed in the back of the legs. Fuck-ing rude old moody bastard! HE grunted at me like it was my fault I was standing in HIS way. Suddenly I am the one saying sorry??!! What the fuck...  I blame my good manners but what I wanted to do was lean over him, then for my skin rip open straight down the middle of my face and a big blue 8 foot trolley monster with big teeth and yellow eyes to then be roaring in his bleating old bastard face! Then maybe grab his tin of TESCO value spaghetti hoop and shove……… OK I will stop there, and before you start wondering, no, I am not high, this shit finds it way into my head all on its own!

I wish I had really kicked off at that fuck-ing rude whiny old bastard now. I could have told him I have a blood clotting problem and he could literally kill me if he drew blood. Fuck-ing groaning old bastard probably still won’t give a flying fuck and just blame my being rude on me being female and having a period.  Anyway back to Wally’s using trolleys. I mean how hard is it to push one of those things, anyway? There really is no excuse to ram into someone. I think TESCO should employ someone to fix the wonky trolley wheels. Can’t be that hard surely, some WD40 and a hammer and away you go – simples!

Maybe what they should do is employ especially skilled trolley pushers. And these trolley pushers get trained to shop quickly and speedily without ramming other people or stopping mid aisle to decide (‘shall I get this one its 10 p dearer? or this one because you get 25g extra. Oh I don’t know so many decisions!’ or the wankers that stop and stand randomly while they text their mates!) They could hold a monthly contest to rate how good the trolley pushes are at their good. I mean you can pay what £4.99? for your shopping to be picked up and delivered to your home without even leaving your sofa these days. So why not have trolley dollies that you give your shopping list to in the store and they whiz off and go sort that out while you ample around looking – this would surly decrease impulse buying as you would be restricted to carrying you’re shopping until you meet up with the trolley dolly at the end of the shop. And of course these trolley dollies would be expertly trained in the loading of the shopping at the till and bagging of goods. (How many times have you over filled one bag and struggle to lift it up into the trolley then you grab the next bag thinking it will be equally as heavy to find it has a bag of crisps in it and you almost throw the feather light bag into the trolley?)  So, trolley dollies – they shop, they load, they bag and all you need to do is pay, say thank you and away to you and no one gets a ram in the back of the legs – simples! You could even treat the trolley dollies like the SIMS – pick what you want them to look like – trolley dolly or trolley dude – blonde, dark, buff, sexy … I would defiantly give mine a really tight fitting t-shirt that says ‘MEL’S BITCH’ maybe give them a pair of roller skates just to make their job extra fun while they do my shopping.  Cor I am back – ramble ramble fucking ramble!

MOJO

MOJO           

Mojo, mojo where for owt there mojo? You abandoned me… why would you do that?

I seem to have lost my mojo L this makes me kind of sad. My mojo is my essence it’s my witty quick response and my flirty nature. And I seem to have lost it. I know it is close because I can sense it. I want you to come home dear mojo. I miss you so. I am sorry that I have not been very well and have ignored your need to be alive and kicking in my daily life. Come back come back!

Any day now... I await my mojo’s return. I feel like a messed up puzzle that is waiting for all the pieces to fit back in its place.

BAD DAYS- IT'S OVER

Bad days

I have not blogged for a while due to the fact I have had a slip in my mood. I have been reckless and distracted by things that are not good. However, those things that are not good are the things that help me escape this cruel world we live in. I have started to climb back out of the hole I have been in. I have nothing by appreciation for the family members and friends that have been there for me over the last few days. My head is back in the game and I am counting down the days until I am back at college and back to what feels right to me. So now I am once again a proud member of the ‘I fucked up’ club just like a lot of others. I have a lot of regret and guilt that I am working through. I will come out the other side as I know who I am and what drives me. I know what I need and what I don’t need. So on ward and up ward for this trooper.

I should be back to my witty sarcastic self in no time at all.....

MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU

MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU  

Hello again followers! I am so having one of them MONDAY feelings. The weekend was amazing and now it is all back to reality Monday and it kind of sucks big fat hairy ones. However, I should not complain as I had a fucking awesome time over the last 3 days!

I have received my course materials for my next module with the OU. I am not opening that baby until I have my next assignment even remotely done. The weeks will soon tick by I am sure.

The kids are having a great summer holiday so far. I just seem to be running out of money super quick these days L this is the only thing I do not like about the holidays.

I spent a lot of time driving over the weekend and I was locked on to a radio station called FORCE FM. Now I have listened to them for a very long time. They have changed their name over more recently but the tunes and DJ’s remain the same. I send in many random nonsense texts (as you do) and have a good giggle and love love love their music choices.

I want them to send me a FREE CD and some car stickers so I am going to put their site link on my blog, you never know eh!

Not everyone likes this kind of Moosic! If my car had a decent sound system in it I would be tumping down the road big style! Hahaha!

Anyway… hold tight Richie M, Contrast and Pressure and the rest of you guys… send my free shit out bitches!

Reputation

Reputation

Now most people will be aware that Basildon has its own epic reputation.  Starting in the 1970’s this reputation still stands strong. I feel that Basildon is more my home town than ever before. When I visit Kent I don’t get that feeling of home. Maybe I am true ESSEX, who knows. I maybe a snob deep down, I had never lived on a council estate, until I moved to ESSEX. The council estate I live on in Basildon is not the best kind but it is not the worst kind either. I feel I have been lucky in my location.

I was offered an exchange to Tilbury some time ago. I did consider the offer as I was at the time very anxious to get closer to Kent. So Tilbury would be one of a few steps. The house (from the pictures) seemed big and nice. I got to see this estate up close and personal this week. I had one of them OMG moments. I have had my eyes open to a different kind of estate. I felt uneasy a lot of the time. I was outside watching men playing with a car engine (yawn) but also this was comical. Especially when they have no clue what they are doing. I sat and admired the passion for trying and the positive comments they made to each other about getting it sorted. Often joking that, they should have spent the 200 quid out to go to the garage. It felt a lot like when I was young. Saturday’s were always spent looking under the bonnet of somebody’s car, admiring each others cars! (Boys eh) So I sat text-ing the local radio station ‘ Force FM’ telling them how the engine rebuild was going,( or not going) sending them some cracking jokes about how many Essex boys it takes to bolt on an alternator and such, let’s just say I kept myself amused for the hours I was there. I took my OU book with me but it felt like it should not have been on the estate. I was worried that someone would try and use it for roach!

As we were sat outside many people walked past us. This interested me a lot as I have a real interest in people. I was watching two women having a row. This was awkward. (Yes I am a curtain twitchier!) I feel that I can cuss with the best of them but this Doris was very creative. Anyway, I was struggling not to gawk at the row, yet everyone else carried on as usual like it was not happening. Made me think, holy shit this happens all the time... clearly.

One of the guys helping was older. Women with pushchairs walked past saying to their kids, ‘Say hello to granddad.’ … (The older guy) Now, 3 different women walked passed and said this. I was gagging to ask WTF. But it all came clear to me the next time I was up on the estate. As for some shocking reason the engine did not get fixed. LOL the sons of the older bloke, can’t seem to keep their dicks in their pants. 12 grandchildren! One of his son’s came down and was talking, then a woman with a buggy came up to him, spoke with him for a few minutes before he walked back to the car. She started yelling and name calling. Again, my head whipped up to gawk and no one else took a blind bit of notice, she was screaming for him to go fuck himself and yet no one said anything. Not a single ‘what was that about?’  It seemed that most people that walked past were smoking weed or drinking from a can. I knew this sort of social behaviour existed but I had not really seen it so blatantly out there before. I watched a couple of girls walking past, I was admiring her shoes- she kissed threw her teeth at me. LOL I find this very interesting and  funny on a sick level. It made me feel very lucky, Judgmental? Yes, perhaps but still, my chooses have all been my own. I can not blame anyone for how my life has turned out. I may be a cliché at this moment in time. However, my journey is not over yet J

I would not move to this estate if you paid me to. Would I pick location over the house – yes I would. I am not sure why I feel a pain of guilt by admitted this. Maybe I feel that I am being a hypocrite in some way. Snob or have I just got standards? I feel lucky being here in Basildon than in Tilbury, even with the neighbours I have got and the drama I do have around this area. Perhaps I have felt that I was seen as that kind of person on a council estate by friends and family members, I mean let’s face it, the whole concept of council estates has its own stereotypical reputation.  (But mainly from people that don’t live on one.) The fact I didn’t grow up on one has allowed me to know what it is like on the other side.

Now this may seem like a weird thing to post but with the recent events that have happened in London and close to home here in Basildon. It has me thinking more about the ‘why’ I sat on this estate and lots of people spoke about what was happening around the city. There was no ‘Come on, let’s go join in!’ They seemed to be as concerned about the state of social behaviour as I was and just wanted to stop the idiots involved. The feeling around me was - disappointed

DIRTY TREE

DIRTY TREE

The big day has arrived and I am not officially thirty three years young!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

Spending the day with my FAM, and then out with my partner in crime on Saturday night... bring it on!

I hope everyone has a lovely weekend.

Let the beeroth overflowoth!

:)

-SHABBA-

-SHABBA- The results are in! I am very pleased that my genius has been recognised by the Open University (Yea, get in! lol) my tutors comments and feedback were positive and encouraging. I feel so proud of myself right now J

It is not over yet; I have more to do… tomorrow ;)

It is still over 28 here in Basildon and it is 5.48 pm! Its going to be sticky tonight I feel. –SHABBA-

I got so tired of seeing Charlie sweating I cue balled him today. He has now got a number 4 on the top and 2 on the sides. It still amazes me how much a hair cut can change how you look so dramatically! I still remember when my mum went for LOWLIGHTS (back in the 90’s –SHABBA-) the day of her mates wedding and turned up with blonde highlights and the right hump!

The 90’s!!!

I heard a song today that sent me back into the fun, loving, carefree time, that felt like a world that was not as shot to shit as today. So I got a hold of 90’s summer hits – SHABBA-

There are some absolute classics on there. So many songs that brought back the summers in the garden with friends and water fights! Good times! The other night I was rambling on and on about my teenage years and how much fun they were, even though, now I do understand my actions were not so clever and very dangerous – SHABBA- however, fun they were! I have written a short story about some of my antics that drove my parents mad. –SHABBA- I will post that later once I have checked it don’t incriminate anyone (and there was me moaning the other day about my past being an issue)

Did you see my horoscope on my face book? lol I swear someone read my profile and just wrote what they see? Spookie but good. Wonder if Fridays will predict me winning the lotto… if so, the Mr. whippy will be on me!!

HOPE YOU ALL HAVE A WONDERFUL WEDNESDAY AND A SPECIAL HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FRIEND-HAVE A GREAT DAY SMELLY SPIV-STICK.

-SHABBA-

There is a new poll on the right. Please take the time to tick the box that you feel was the best decade.
Thank you :o)

PINCH, PUNCH, FIRST DAY OF THE MONTH… NO RETURNS!

PINCH, PUNCH, FIRST DAY OF THE MONTH… NO RETURNS!

OH MONDAY, HAPPY ..MONDAY

So in the blink of a very tired, red shoot, excited eye the weekend came and went. Sleep deprivation hellooooo. I think I have caught about 13 and a half hours sleep since Friday morning. I am soooo looking forward to my bed tonight!

I am still awaiting my assignment results... tick tock tick tock … come on dammit! Off to College shortly to discuss payment plans for September. Should be interesting!

1^st of August already... birthday week J in only a few days I will be 33 years old OMFG!

Erm I have forgotten what I was going to say now as my chain of thought just shifted.

Had a great weekend so thank you to all those that help make me laugh till my sides hurt J

Much love and hugs for friends and family that check in. I hope you all have a great HAPPY MONDAY!

Be back once I have some sleep J