Showing posts with label grumpy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label grumpy. Show all posts

Friday, 4 January 2013

Ha .... and they say women are the WEAKER sex!


 Happiness CAN be synthesised!
Hercules, the rather large kitty that lives down the road
.... he comes out to say Hi to the hound and I every morning!
It’s not just the Heron that’s grumpy
... a certain lemming in our house was grumpy today too, but he didn’t know why.
The moon in my morning sky as I walked down to the beach today
He needed a hug ... and I’m good at hugs
I should know ... I’m always giving myself some.
Bumble bees on Sunflowers at the Botanic Gardens
I reminded him about a TED video that he posted the link to on his FB page the other day. It described HAPPINESS and our capacity to manufacture it, regardless of our circumstance. He told me to F*&k Off .... with an exclamation mark .... how rude!!


As I’m writing this I know both my male lemmings are smiling. They think it’s the most amusing thing in the world to pull the cushions out from under me when I’m sitting on the couch. As I’ve got my laptop on my lap, they didn’t do their usual “tip Mom in a heap on the floor”  thingy, but they did pull the cushions out so that I’m left at an awkward angle with my legs higher than my bum.
Just loving those clouds!
The oldest lemming did it first, then the youngest lemming appeared and offered to right the cushions for me ... and I let him, only to have them pulled out from under me again by him.
Still glistening with dew.
I’ve continued with my writing though
 ... just to irritate them and just because I can.

I’ve been reading some interesting articles about how we’re evolving as a species. One of them is titled  “The Male of the Species: Why is he needed?” and was written back in 1994 by Pullitzer prize winning science writer Natalie Angier. 
It’s here if you’re interested in reading it.

It’s a rather ‘tongue-in-cheek’ look at the mystery of why males arose on the evolutionary stage and why women have tolerated them. 
A lot of it makes an awful lot of sense.
Gorgeous reflections ...
She says and I quote “One of the most persistent and frustrating problems in evolutionary biology is the male. Specifically ... where did he come from and why doesn’t he just go away?”
.... and still more
For instance, scientists have finally found evidence that the greater majority of new mutations that are appearing in a population of animals, are caused by the male of the species.


It’s not because their genes are weaker but rather a simple matter of cell division. The male of any species, including humans, generates much more sperm than a female does eggs. His sex cells therefore are dividing faster and more frequently. It’s during cell growth when the chromosones are being copied that the greatest likelihood of mutation arises.
... and I even caught myself in the reflections too!
Amongst humans the rate of mutation in a man’s sperm cells is at least six times greater than in a woman’s eggs. That rate of mutation increases as a man ages.

It makes sense then to choose a “toy-boy” to father your children
 .... and men say women are the weaker sex ..... pffft!!

Having sparked a bit of controversy here I’ll go back to loading my photos of our gorgeous ramble at the Botanic Gardens this morning!
The moon was STILL visible well into the morning!


Promise .... I DIDN'T get wet! Really .... I didn't get wet!!
This was when the hound and I were on the beach this morning before Julia picked us up.
I was trying to keep her dry! She wanted to join the heron in the waves.

Thursday, 27 December 2012

I was GRUMPY.



They're becoming the best of buddies!
“BROWSING only, NO sales today.

I SHOULD have put that darn sign up! I so wanted to NOT have ANY sales today so we could show HO that it wasn’t worthwhile being the ONLY shop in the mall OPEN on Boxing Day
 ... or any public holiday, for that matter.
Huge restless waves this morning .... and rain 
HO have this warped idea that EVERYONE goes shopping on a Public Holiday. That might work in the bigger retail centres but our little shop is in a pedestrian mall in the village. 
Our village DOESN’T do ‘Retail Therapy on Public Holidays’ 
..... or so I thought.

A CLOSED mall!

I was GRUMPY. I had to open up the shop at 9 and stay open till 6. There were NO other shops open in the mall ... the mall itself was locked and armed. We’re one of two shops at the entrance to the mall, on the outside of the security doors, so couldn’t even access the ablution facilities. I was stranded .... my only company being the Superette on the High Street and the Newsagent.

Even my usual coffee haunt WASN’T open ... HELP
.... how was I meant to survive without my daily caffeine fix?
A Christmas Hound .... and the caption on her bandanna reads
"Dear Santa ..... I can explain ..."

Why did I choose to work on Mondays and Wednesdays?

New Zealand has this strange policy of moving the majority of Public Holidays, with the exception of Christmas Day, New Year and Good Friday, to the Monday closest to the date of the Public Holiday. All well and good .... and when I first heard about this policy I thought it was a great idea .... until I started working at the shop!
The fur-ball likes my reindeer antlers!
MOST public holidays are celebrated on a MONDAY ..... dam!
Getting her Christmas present.
Our little village CLOSES down on Public Holidays. For some obscure reason it DIDN’T stop customers coming into the shop today .... BIGGER dam!
Sales were better than I expected them to be.

That might have had something to do with me being GRUMPY. All the customers coming into the shop expressed their amazement at the shop being open when EVERYONE else in the mall was closed .... I won’t tell you what my reply was. Suffice to say most of them had a good chuckle .... and spent money .... even though I didn’t want them too!


It was a fun day despite having to work. I had friends pop in and visit, the family pop in and visit .... even the flirtatious milk delivery chap popped in to chat even though he didn’t have any deliveries to make in the mall! Most of the customers were in the mood for a chat too so I wasn’t short of entertaining company. Facebook added to the mix with the saga of the seven dwarfs .... that was a lot of fun too!

So Christmas is done and dusted for ANOTHER year! We celebrate the youngest lemming’s birthday tomorrow .... he’ll be 17!! 

Boy, do I feel old!