I wouldn't say I am a massive football fan. I claim to support Chelsea but as my boyfriend will tell you, I'm not a very good fan, between you and me, I only support them because I didn't want to support Man U, Liverpool or Everton like the vast majority of my family!
This all changed last Saturday when I went to see my first football match. It was Ipswich v Crystal Palace at Portman Road and WOW -it was amazing!!!! The atmosphere was electric, there was a crowd of over 22,000 and you could taste the excitment in the air!
Since dating Alex Dack, I've tried to be good and take an interest in 'Ippy' Town Football Club. I've been learning the players names, watching the matches and I've really gotten into it - so I was very chuffed when he said we were going to watch them and even more chuffed when his lovely Mummy bought me my very own Ipswich Scarf.
I sat in the crowd, wearing my scarf and screaming along- I felt like a real fan.
My heart raced every time we got close to the goal and I had to shut my eyes whenever Crystal Palace nearly scored.
I'm glad to say we won because it really made the match for me.
I think I've now been converted to the football hype - but only for my new favourite team - Ipswich.
So I encourage anyone who hasn't been, to go and watch a match, you never know, you too could be converted!
Saturday, 16 April 2011
Shopping for Labels, Shopping for Love
It occurred to me last night whilst watching Sex and the City, that us girls really can take some valuable lessons from the characters.
Friend and fellow blogger, Tania Steere, has already labelled Sex and the City her"Modern Day Bible", and I think she's quite right.
Nothing, and I mean nothing, can cheer you up like a bit of retail therapy, especially if your boyfriend is on the other side of the country!
Carrie Bradshaw, the main protagonist teaches us that as long as you look great, who cares. Love will come in its own time. This is a character who keeps sweaters in her oven for heavens sake! Samantha, a sex obsessed, know what she wants kind of girl, teaches this too, dumping her long- term boyfriend in an effort to go from flabby to fabulous.
We are still young at the moment and we don't know what the future will bring us, or even who. I like to think I will be with my wonderful boyfriend forever but now that I've found my love, I'm going to get back to concentrating on labels.
I already own quite a few expensive things (including my Loboutins), and I don't seem the harm in splashing out if you can. You can't spend money when you're dead!
And whilst a new Chanel bag might break the bank, it won't break your heart.
Friend and fellow blogger, Tania Steere, has already labelled Sex and the City her"Modern Day Bible", and I think she's quite right.
Nothing, and I mean nothing, can cheer you up like a bit of retail therapy, especially if your boyfriend is on the other side of the country!
Carrie Bradshaw, the main protagonist teaches us that as long as you look great, who cares. Love will come in its own time. This is a character who keeps sweaters in her oven for heavens sake! Samantha, a sex obsessed, know what she wants kind of girl, teaches this too, dumping her long- term boyfriend in an effort to go from flabby to fabulous.
We are still young at the moment and we don't know what the future will bring us, or even who. I like to think I will be with my wonderful boyfriend forever but now that I've found my love, I'm going to get back to concentrating on labels.
I already own quite a few expensive things (including my Loboutins), and I don't seem the harm in splashing out if you can. You can't spend money when you're dead!
And whilst a new Chanel bag might break the bank, it won't break your heart.
Wednesday, 9 March 2011
Do you want the truth or something beautiful?
From a young age we are told to tell the truth. The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
That telling lies is wrong and the honesty is always the best policy. But, as with most things, as we get older we find out for ourselves that this isn't always the case.
Frankly, if we told the truth all the time, this world would most likely be in a worse off state then it is now. That's saying something.
Yes, whilst lies can destroy something, the truth can also do this. I shall use an example from Glee. Rachael only found out this week that Finn slept with Santana and to cut a long story short they broke up because they decided no more secrets/lies and Rachael admitted to kissing Puck. Rachael was in the wrong but perhaps if what had Finn had done was kept hidden from Rachael they would still be together. We all have a past.
I'm not suggesting that lying is something we should do all the time but one little white lie can't hurt, can it?
A lie can prevent you from really hurting someones feelings, perhaps be slightly less economical with the truth as opposed to telling a full blown lie but if you know it will cause more damage then its worth, then is the truth always the best option?
Lying can be the lesser of both evils.
Maybe we just shouldn't put ourselves in situations where lying might be necessary.
But hey, we're all human.
That telling lies is wrong and the honesty is always the best policy. But, as with most things, as we get older we find out for ourselves that this isn't always the case.
Frankly, if we told the truth all the time, this world would most likely be in a worse off state then it is now. That's saying something.
Yes, whilst lies can destroy something, the truth can also do this. I shall use an example from Glee. Rachael only found out this week that Finn slept with Santana and to cut a long story short they broke up because they decided no more secrets/lies and Rachael admitted to kissing Puck. Rachael was in the wrong but perhaps if what had Finn had done was kept hidden from Rachael they would still be together. We all have a past.
I'm not suggesting that lying is something we should do all the time but one little white lie can't hurt, can it?
A lie can prevent you from really hurting someones feelings, perhaps be slightly less economical with the truth as opposed to telling a full blown lie but if you know it will cause more damage then its worth, then is the truth always the best option?
Lying can be the lesser of both evils.
Maybe we just shouldn't put ourselves in situations where lying might be necessary.
But hey, we're all human.
Wednesday, 2 March 2011
Men really are from Mars...
It's been said for years that Men and Women really do come from different planets. Men from Mars and Women, from Venus. While I agree we have several major differences such as women being the Greater Sex I have never fully believed we were all that different until the other day...
In a rather desperate but sweet (I hastily add!) attempt to 'understand my world' my beloved boyfriend often asks what we women would call ridiculous questions.
Now, don't get me wrong, the man in question is a very smart young man, has much more common sense then me (well, that's not hard) but when it comes to all matters concerning females...he has no clue.
I guess for a girl, I would say I know a fair bit about his interests, not only have I starting supporting his beloved Ipswich Town Football Club, but I have been learning the names of the players, I watch football with him on a Saturday, I play Fifa and I think I could just about explain to you the Offside Rule. Not bad I think.
But he on the other hand...
Now as you all know from my first blog, Tania and I bravely went and had our eyebrows threaded. I'm hoping you all know what this means because dear Alex just had no clue:
"You know when you went and had your eyebrows threaded, well do they just thread the hair into your skin..."
I imagine you can picture the look on my face, I really thought he was joking until I looked back into his blank face and realised this poor boy just had NO clue.
Now whilst I appreciate that he was just indeed trying to understand my world, you would think he had some idea.
How and why would we permanently want eyebrow hair threaded into our skin?!
But Alex, I do thank you for trying to understand my world, we women are complex creatures and it's not everyday you find a man who even cares about the great lengths of pain we go through to try look half decent for them let alone care enough to ask questions as ridiculous as they may be.
Let's just hope he doesn't ask where babies come from...
In a rather desperate but sweet (I hastily add!) attempt to 'understand my world' my beloved boyfriend often asks what we women would call ridiculous questions.
Now, don't get me wrong, the man in question is a very smart young man, has much more common sense then me (well, that's not hard) but when it comes to all matters concerning females...he has no clue.
I guess for a girl, I would say I know a fair bit about his interests, not only have I starting supporting his beloved Ipswich Town Football Club, but I have been learning the names of the players, I watch football with him on a Saturday, I play Fifa and I think I could just about explain to you the Offside Rule. Not bad I think.
But he on the other hand...
Now as you all know from my first blog, Tania and I bravely went and had our eyebrows threaded. I'm hoping you all know what this means because dear Alex just had no clue:
"You know when you went and had your eyebrows threaded, well do they just thread the hair into your skin..."
I imagine you can picture the look on my face, I really thought he was joking until I looked back into his blank face and realised this poor boy just had NO clue.
Now whilst I appreciate that he was just indeed trying to understand my world, you would think he had some idea.
How and why would we permanently want eyebrow hair threaded into our skin?!
But Alex, I do thank you for trying to understand my world, we women are complex creatures and it's not everyday you find a man who even cares about the great lengths of pain we go through to try look half decent for them let alone care enough to ask questions as ridiculous as they may be.
Let's just hope he doesn't ask where babies come from...
Wednesday, 26 January 2011
Just an average day...
Well, after months of saying 'I will do this' and 'I will do that', it seems the New Year really is the time to put those 'Wills' into action.
Yesterday, Tania and I ventured down to Chatham and low and behold, we saw someone get searched by the police! The man in question appeared to be carrying some sort of illegal substance (we are in Chatham after all!). But nevertheless, having come from a relatively nice if boring little town in the West Country, it still shocks me to see the amount of police down in Chatham high street during the day! We sure aren't in Kansas anymore Toto!
Like any good reporters we 'slyly' sauntered by but much to our dismay, the police moved the man out of the public view while his two companions stood looking shifty and keen looking to make a dash!
But anyway back to the actual matter of this blog...
We had gone into Chatham hoping to spend some pennies but after a fairly unsuccessful trip, Tania and I very bravely decided to have our eyebrows threaded in full view of the Public's eye. Although Tania had experienced this before, her reaction was a very funny thing to watch - I can't imagine mine was much better! This was my first time and I felt very nervous as my pain threshold is rather low. But after months of saying I would get them down, I finally 'plucked' up the courage!
See, I'm not sure if fellow bloggers or readers have ever experienced having their eyebrows threaded. Unlike waxing which I find preferable, threading takes a little longer and leaves your eyebrows (well, what's left of them!) very red for a good few hours.
Whilst the lady was threading away I wanted to punch her and scream at her to hurry up, I held my tongue. Just. I rather dread to think how I shall take child birth! But I hung in there and thanked Tania under my breath for letting me go first!
After, we had to quickly run back to the car and remove the streaks of mascara and eyeliner running down our cheeks, not an attractive look along with extreme redness!
Alas, the job was a gooden and the result..well you tell me. Thin and well shaped I'm happy with them, I just dread when they start to grow back. Maybe I'll stick to waxing...
Yesterday, Tania and I ventured down to Chatham and low and behold, we saw someone get searched by the police! The man in question appeared to be carrying some sort of illegal substance (we are in Chatham after all!). But nevertheless, having come from a relatively nice if boring little town in the West Country, it still shocks me to see the amount of police down in Chatham high street during the day! We sure aren't in Kansas anymore Toto!
Like any good reporters we 'slyly' sauntered by but much to our dismay, the police moved the man out of the public view while his two companions stood looking shifty and keen looking to make a dash!
But anyway back to the actual matter of this blog...
We had gone into Chatham hoping to spend some pennies but after a fairly unsuccessful trip, Tania and I very bravely decided to have our eyebrows threaded in full view of the Public's eye. Although Tania had experienced this before, her reaction was a very funny thing to watch - I can't imagine mine was much better! This was my first time and I felt very nervous as my pain threshold is rather low. But after months of saying I would get them down, I finally 'plucked' up the courage!
See, I'm not sure if fellow bloggers or readers have ever experienced having their eyebrows threaded. Unlike waxing which I find preferable, threading takes a little longer and leaves your eyebrows (well, what's left of them!) very red for a good few hours.
Whilst the lady was threading away I wanted to punch her and scream at her to hurry up, I held my tongue. Just. I rather dread to think how I shall take child birth! But I hung in there and thanked Tania under my breath for letting me go first!
After, we had to quickly run back to the car and remove the streaks of mascara and eyeliner running down our cheeks, not an attractive look along with extreme redness!
Alas, the job was a gooden and the result..well you tell me. Thin and well shaped I'm happy with them, I just dread when they start to grow back. Maybe I'll stick to waxing...
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