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» Stuff I've found
Chewy suprise
I have just remembered this, it is what I think is called a flash memory, I can actually see the scene in my head it’s bizarre and I am slightly appalled, I guess it counts for both found memories and things found, curiosity bites!
~~ wiggly lines that dance into the past ~~
I was in my parents bedroom...playing I guess, doing whatever small children do, I think I was about three or four at the time. I happened to be on my Mother’s side of the bed (by the window) when I found the lovely shiny silver packets of –what I thought/hoped – were sweets. So I opened a packet and tried to eat it, it was chewy and not very tasty. I think that was when I figured they must be balloons as I tried to blow one up....no result. There were others opened beside the bed, I am going to hope that I didn’t try to chew on those ones. I honestly don’t recall (perhaps I have blocked out the really damaging memory!).
I suspect as a child I found many things and put them into my mouth, realising many years later that you found and tried to eat your parent’s condoms is horrifying.
/shudders
(Fri 7th Nov 2008, 23:10, More)
Chewy suprise
I have just remembered this, it is what I think is called a flash memory, I can actually see the scene in my head it’s bizarre and I am slightly appalled, I guess it counts for both found memories and things found, curiosity bites!
~~ wiggly lines that dance into the past ~~
I was in my parents bedroom...playing I guess, doing whatever small children do, I think I was about three or four at the time. I happened to be on my Mother’s side of the bed (by the window) when I found the lovely shiny silver packets of –what I thought/hoped – were sweets. So I opened a packet and tried to eat it, it was chewy and not very tasty. I think that was when I figured they must be balloons as I tried to blow one up....no result. There were others opened beside the bed, I am going to hope that I didn’t try to chew on those ones. I honestly don’t recall (perhaps I have blocked out the really damaging memory!).
I suspect as a child I found many things and put them into my mouth, realising many years later that you found and tried to eat your parent’s condoms is horrifying.
/shudders
(Fri 7th Nov 2008, 23:10, More)
» Housemates
It’s ok Robert it’s just us...
Allow me to introduce you to Cormac, 30 odd and from Meath, works in IT.* I lived with him in a shared flat in Dublin some years ago.
Cormac was living in Ireland and England working on a contract which was according to him making him millions of pounds/euros. He was constantly going on about how much money he was making. He was the only person I ever met who said ‘I work hard, and I play hard’... oh even writing that sentence makes me grimace, twat!
He bought a microwave to nuke the 14 chicken breasts that he used to eat every evening and put it in the middle of the kitchen table so we couldn’t use the table any more. Took a bit of talking and a relocation alternative before he would even consider that it wasn’t practical to have the bloody microwave on the table.
He drank those stupid WD40 smelling protein drinks...
I had friends over for a dinner party one weekend when no one else was around so I temporally re-arranged the furniture in the kitchen-dining room, and he had a go at me for not consulting him about the change in furniture!
We had an argument once (one of many I am sure) where he told me that I needed to change my personality (yes really) because he didn’t like the fact that I am sarcastic, and when I am not being sarcastic I am facetious... I took it under advisement and then ignored him.
Anyway he was a git but seemed harmless enough, until Kylie moved out, and my friend P moved in, Cormac was unable to arrange to meet with P because of his ‘busy’ schedule, and he didn’t want him to move in because P might steal the ‘thousands’ of pounds worth of recording equipment he kept in his room FFS!...we arranged a phone call as times could not be arranged and Kylie needed to sort her deposit etc as she was returning home. P moved in and there was not a lot more to be said...a few incidents where we hear young ladies slam the door and shout at him while they left in the middle of the night, but Cormac basically kept to himself.
Until one quiet morning I get a text from P really early – ‘Did you hear that?’ Now, neither my then boyfriend, nor I had heard anything unusual however when I got up this is the story that P told. And it has scared him for life.
He was in bed, naked (mental note!) and his girlfriend had just left to go to work, the door to his room opens and someone lays on top of him, and whispers in his ear....’it’s ok Robert it’s just us’. It's Cormac! P attempts to get up can’t, hollers, and trys to shove Cormac off his bed, about to climb out of bed to forcibly remove him from the room, he realises that Cormac is naked too! Cormac then proceeds to sit at the edge of the bed and mumble a bit, P was somewhat reluctant to get out of bed as he didn’t want to get into a physical fight with Cormac, naked wrestling was not on P’s agenda! Then Cormac left the room, came back in to say sorry (or something) farted! And left. And that was the last time we ever saw him.
This story makes me giggle every time I think of it, poor P he is still traumatised and his face goes a funny colour every time I remind him of it. The funniest part is that P maintains that he hollered and yelled, and I heard nothing, I claim that he welcomed Cormac in just to wind him up.
I am not nice.
* details not changed to protect the 'innocent'
(Mon 2nd Mar 2009, 18:18, More)
It’s ok Robert it’s just us...
Allow me to introduce you to Cormac, 30 odd and from Meath, works in IT.* I lived with him in a shared flat in Dublin some years ago.
Cormac was living in Ireland and England working on a contract which was according to him making him millions of pounds/euros. He was constantly going on about how much money he was making. He was the only person I ever met who said ‘I work hard, and I play hard’... oh even writing that sentence makes me grimace, twat!
He bought a microwave to nuke the 14 chicken breasts that he used to eat every evening and put it in the middle of the kitchen table so we couldn’t use the table any more. Took a bit of talking and a relocation alternative before he would even consider that it wasn’t practical to have the bloody microwave on the table.
He drank those stupid WD40 smelling protein drinks...
I had friends over for a dinner party one weekend when no one else was around so I temporally re-arranged the furniture in the kitchen-dining room, and he had a go at me for not consulting him about the change in furniture!
We had an argument once (one of many I am sure) where he told me that I needed to change my personality (yes really) because he didn’t like the fact that I am sarcastic, and when I am not being sarcastic I am facetious... I took it under advisement and then ignored him.
Anyway he was a git but seemed harmless enough, until Kylie moved out, and my friend P moved in, Cormac was unable to arrange to meet with P because of his ‘busy’ schedule, and he didn’t want him to move in because P might steal the ‘thousands’ of pounds worth of recording equipment he kept in his room FFS!...we arranged a phone call as times could not be arranged and Kylie needed to sort her deposit etc as she was returning home. P moved in and there was not a lot more to be said...a few incidents where we hear young ladies slam the door and shout at him while they left in the middle of the night, but Cormac basically kept to himself.
Until one quiet morning I get a text from P really early – ‘Did you hear that?’ Now, neither my then boyfriend, nor I had heard anything unusual however when I got up this is the story that P told. And it has scared him for life.
He was in bed, naked (mental note!) and his girlfriend had just left to go to work, the door to his room opens and someone lays on top of him, and whispers in his ear....’it’s ok Robert it’s just us’. It's Cormac! P attempts to get up can’t, hollers, and trys to shove Cormac off his bed, about to climb out of bed to forcibly remove him from the room, he realises that Cormac is naked too! Cormac then proceeds to sit at the edge of the bed and mumble a bit, P was somewhat reluctant to get out of bed as he didn’t want to get into a physical fight with Cormac, naked wrestling was not on P’s agenda! Then Cormac left the room, came back in to say sorry (or something) farted! And left. And that was the last time we ever saw him.
This story makes me giggle every time I think of it, poor P he is still traumatised and his face goes a funny colour every time I remind him of it. The funniest part is that P maintains that he hollered and yelled, and I heard nothing, I claim that he welcomed Cormac in just to wind him up.
I am not nice.
* details not changed to protect the 'innocent'
(Mon 2nd Mar 2009, 18:18, More)
» Tightwads
Tight with the help
As a teenager I spent 2 summers working as an ‘Au Pair’ aka very badly paid personal slave. Now most people who have live-in home help have a few pounds, you would think, and for the most part they did - big houses, multiple cars nice things etc - they also gave much weight to the old adage – take care of the pennies and the pounds will take care of themselves.
Mrs A refused to pay me the weekly princely sum that we had agreed (about £20 p/w) before I went over because I was younger than she expected.
Mrs A used to ask me how many potatoes I would have as part of my dinner as she would only put on the exact number for the family dinner!
'My husband will eat two potatoes - how many should I put on for you?' (5 please Mrs A! I like potatoes!)
Mrs A gave out to me for being too generous with the ‘nice’ biscuits because I gave the cleaner chocolate biscuits with her tea! (I was only allowed to give her ‘a’ plain biscuit!), she then started monitoring the number of biscuits in the cupboard!
The following summer, I had not learned my lesson, I went back for more this time to another family.
Family B had a weekly nice dinner with wine etc on Friday nights, I was normally included in this dinner (woo me didn’t have to eat with the kids!) sometimes they would have friends over and open nice expensive bottles of wine. Mrs B on one occasion tried to avoid pouring me my usual half glass of wine because she said it was too nice to give to me, ffs!
Mrs B also deducted the phone calls that I had made home to my family (and no I was not on the phone for hours every day – a quick chat on alternating weeks as my mum called me) from my last weeks wage.
On reviewing this, I think Mrs A was tight; Mrs B was just plain mean!
/unlurked
(Sat 25th Oct 2008, 14:01, More)
Tight with the help
As a teenager I spent 2 summers working as an ‘Au Pair’ aka very badly paid personal slave. Now most people who have live-in home help have a few pounds, you would think, and for the most part they did - big houses, multiple cars nice things etc - they also gave much weight to the old adage – take care of the pennies and the pounds will take care of themselves.
Mrs A refused to pay me the weekly princely sum that we had agreed (about £20 p/w) before I went over because I was younger than she expected.
Mrs A used to ask me how many potatoes I would have as part of my dinner as she would only put on the exact number for the family dinner!
'My husband will eat two potatoes - how many should I put on for you?' (5 please Mrs A! I like potatoes!)
Mrs A gave out to me for being too generous with the ‘nice’ biscuits because I gave the cleaner chocolate biscuits with her tea! (I was only allowed to give her ‘a’ plain biscuit!), she then started monitoring the number of biscuits in the cupboard!
The following summer, I had not learned my lesson, I went back for more this time to another family.
Family B had a weekly nice dinner with wine etc on Friday nights, I was normally included in this dinner (woo me didn’t have to eat with the kids!) sometimes they would have friends over and open nice expensive bottles of wine. Mrs B on one occasion tried to avoid pouring me my usual half glass of wine because she said it was too nice to give to me, ffs!
Mrs B also deducted the phone calls that I had made home to my family (and no I was not on the phone for hours every day – a quick chat on alternating weeks as my mum called me) from my last weeks wage.
On reviewing this, I think Mrs A was tight; Mrs B was just plain mean!
/unlurked
(Sat 25th Oct 2008, 14:01, More)
» Stuff I've found
My best friend
We found each other in college and over the years she has always been there for me no matter what,I have found myself in the middle of an absolute mess...I can barely talk about it...and she is going to hop on a plane to come visit and drink wine and listen to me sob my heart out...you really can't beat that.
(Tue 11th Nov 2008, 17:11, More)
My best friend
We found each other in college and over the years she has always been there for me no matter what,I have found myself in the middle of an absolute mess...I can barely talk about it...and she is going to hop on a plane to come visit and drink wine and listen to me sob my heart out...you really can't beat that.
(Tue 11th Nov 2008, 17:11, More)