Boys and Girls

I love that boys and girls are so completely different. It totally intrigues me how we manage to come together and compliment each other so perfectly. I must admit, I do find the differences we have quite endearing and generally, fairly comical. 

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Here are a few truths I have found {or been told}...

I'm pretty sure that women have a dedicated part of their brain for remembering every piece of clothing that they have ever worn, where they wore it and who they wore it with. Men can't remember {or don't care about} what they wore yesterday.

A women will always know what to do when somebody starts to cry. A man will panic, grab the nearest women to help and run away.

Generally, women take 20 minutes to choose food from a takeaway menu, men will take 1 minute. When the food arrives, women always decide that they want to eat the man's food..... and subsequently do!

Men will answer any simple question with a long, boring and over detailed answer. They will also answer complex and important questions with "mmm" or "yep".

Men apparently have a 'nothing box' in their brain. When women ask men what they are thinking, "nothing" is officially a valid answer. This does not generally go down well with women. Mark Gungor amusingly validates this point.

A man will sleep through any sound. A women will hear any sound and be worried about burglars.

Men are generally good drivers. Women tend to believe they are good drivers.

Men learnt very quickly in childhood that small house spiders are not going to eat you in your sleep. A woman never learns this.

Men forget almost every birthday, anniversary or appointment. Women have a built in diary that triggers a 'card alert'.

Women must attend bathrooms in multiple numbers. Men use the tag team technique.

A man has six items in his bathroom: toothbrush and toothpaste, shaving cream, razor, a bar of soap, and a towel. The average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 337. {A man would not be able to identify more than 20 of these items}.

A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments and football games and romances and best friends and favourite foods and secret fears and hopes and dreams. A man is vaguely aware of some little people living in the house.

And just while we are on the point, here are a few random conversations we {girls} have overheard. Don't worry boys, it secretly makes us love you even more.

Guy 1: How was your weekend, mate?
Guy 2: Not so good.. my van caught on fire.
Guy 1: That sucks.
Guy 2: Yeah.
End of conversation.

Boyfriend: Look at that massive puddle over there!
Girlfriend: That's a river.
Boyfriend: Are you sure?
Girlfriend: Yes, that's why there are boats on it.

Man1: Has your sister had her baby yet?
Man2: Yeah, a couple of days ago, it's immature.
Man1: What?
Man2: A baby girl. She's immature.
Man1: Do you mean premature?
Man2: Er, yeah, probably.

Hope this made you smile xx

Just a little thought

Men should be like coffee - hot, sweet & strong {Dutch Proverb}

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That is all.

Happy Friday, lovely people xx

Mighty Movember

So it's officially that time of year again folks. The annual moustache cultivating month, commonly referred to as Movember.

According to the Foundation, Movember challenges men to change their appearance and the face of men’s health by growing a moustache. The rules are simple, start Movember 1st clean shaven and then grow a moustache for the entire month. The moustache becomes the ribbon for men’s health, the means by which awareness and funds are raised for cancers that affect men. Much like the commitment to run or walk for charity, the men of Movember commit to growing a moustache for 30 days.

So boys, get cultivating and girls, don't be too scared of the increased upper lip growth - it's all for a worthy cause.

And finally, to all you distinguished, tashe wearing gentlemen out there, here is a gentle reminder of the general moustache keeping etiquette. If your moustache in any way makes you bear resemblance to likes of Clark Gable or Tom Selleck, feel free to keep your razor at bay for a little longer.

However, if your lip growth is more comparable to these special varieties, may I encourage you to make friends with your razor on December 1. 

Just a thought x

Happy Movember lovely people! 

Damsel in Distress

If chivalry can be described as the qualities idealised by knighthood, such as bravery, courtesy, honour, valour, and dexterity in arms, then I certainly hope chivalry is not dead.

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Now, I am pretty sure I've lost all my male readers at this point, however, boys, if you are still with me, in the words of the British Government, Keep Calm and Carry on.

Now let me picture this for you. Enter one damsel of the distressed kind -  trapped in the tower of the horrid emperor's castle. Her only hope for survival is her handsome prince, her knight in shining armour who will climb up the tower to rescue his princess and carry her off into the sunset. And drum roll, please, here he comes, in true Cinderella style, gallivanting his way to the castle . He jumps effortlessly over the moat, swiftly climbs the tower, and gracefully lifts her up over his shoulder, and props her onto the horse. He slays the dragon and the happy couple are whisked away into the sparkly night sky. 

Now before we all let our minds run off with the whole 'damsel in distress' saga, let us unpack that whole thing. First of all, even if men had the physical prowess and agility as our fictional handsome prince, how are they supposed to find us? Us girls are pretty good at giving mixed signals and the whole 'i'm fine' scenario, when in fact, we are not fine and we do generally want help - we just hate admitting it. We want them to 'just know'. No doubt, if this scene was ever replicated us girls would complain about the fact that he was late, he didn't bring the right wine, he's all sweaty and needs to have a shower, he's got dirt under his fingernails and he forgot your 8¾ month anniversary. And unfortunately, the list goes on.

Just the other day, I saw a man get off the bus first and then turn around and offer his lady his hand to help her make the step, all while placing another hand on the bus door to ensure that it didn't close on her. Ahhhhh, so sweet. Totally made my day. And in this very same hour, whilst in the hardware store (I know, I can't believe it either) I witnessed a young man help a lady with some paint tins that she was having difficulty carrying. Just a little glimpse of chivarly at it's finest.

So, what I am saying is that chivalry is not dead, it has just changed a bit. Perhaps it doesn't manifest itself in the same way as years past, but look a little closer, and my guess is that you will find pure examples of it all around. 

And a little note for the girls, when a guy offers  to help us do something, be a little gracious. He is not saying he is superior, he is just saying he wants to help. 

And seriously girls, who wants to change their own tyre anyway?