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Mother’s Day

Published March 10, 2013 by naughtyviews

Firstly I would like to wish all mothers out there a very happy mother’s day. I know it’s not easy to be a mother. I admit I can be a bit of a problem child from time to time. I’m definitely more of a problem child when I don’t really buy my mum a present because I think it’s a commercial day. Why do I need to buy my mum a present? How does it make the day better? I believe it’s a made up day just to create more revenue in the shops. I REFUSE to be a part of it. My mum and I have a typical relationship. We get on, have a laugh, have a slight argument, break up and then make up again. I think a lot of people have a relationship like this. If you don’t argue with your mum, you’re either the perfect child or your mum is the perfect mother. I’m far from the perfect child but I don’t feel the need to buy my mum a present. It doesn’t make me love her any more. If it was so much of a special day then it would be celebrated across the globe, not just in the UK. That’s my justification for not celebrating this made up occasion. Call me a party pooper all you want, but I know a few of you reading this may agree with me.

To make the day worse, I see the shops filled with Happy Mother’s Day for a nan. Classic example has been included below. I know she may act like your mother but quite frankly she isn’t. Am I the only person who doesn’t see the logic in a card like this? I’m surprised they don’t have a separate occasion for grandparents. I bet someone’s thought of it and may implement it soon. Like I said before, I REFUSE to be involved with this hype. I’m not the richest person around, I can’t afford to keep buy people presents.

card for my nan

card for my nan

You might think my views are bad but the image below makes me seem like an angel. At least he had bought his mother a card to explain why he couldn’t make it to her celebrations. Truth be told, this is the perfect way to end this post.

It's the thought that counts

It’s the thought that counts

It Doesn’t Feel Like Christmas

Published December 23, 2012 by naughtyviews

I’ve heard so many people say “It Doesn’t Feel Like Christmas“, I’m one of those people too. Usually, I’m really excited about it but I don’t know why not this year. I decorated my tree on the 1st December, my house is decorated, the lights are up, the presents are wrapped. I’m not sure what more I can do to make it feel like Christmas. I thought it was just me so I tweeted “is it me or does it not feel like Christmas this year?” To my surprise, I wasn’t the only one. Here are a few other tweeters (is that what they are called?) had to say about it.

“It doesn’t feel like Christmas. Is it just me..or does Christmas feel really weird this year….” <<<<< I think she stole my tweet but re-worded it. But it’s Christmas, so I’ll let her off (because I’m nice like that).

“Christmas is in 2 days and it doesn’t even feel like it….I have NO Christmas spirit whatsoever.

“IT DOESN’T FEEL LIKE CHRISTMAS IS IN 3 DAYS I HAVE NEVER FELT LESS CHRISTMASSY THIS CLOSE TO CHRISTMAS IN MY LIFE” <<<<< Gosh, she must really be unhappy, she tweeted in capital letters hahaha.

“Still waiting for the snow to fall it doesn’t feel like christmas at all

I actually think there may be some logic behind the last tweet. Do we really need snow to make it feel like Christmas? Correct me if I’m wrong but I don’t actually remember seeing snow on Christmas Day for a long time. I know we’re had a lot of snow afterwards, the kind of snow that was around for a month after it fell *sad face* I hate snow. I think snow needed to be in capital letters so you get the feeling of how much I really hate it. I’m from England and we are known for terrible weather. Recently we’ve had really heavy rainfalls and there were so many flood alerts across the country. If we have snow on top of that, it would be a disaster. I’m actually praying for NO snow so hope my prayers are answered.

Why else doesn’t it feel Christmas-sy? Maybe it’s the shopping. The shops are full of rubbish, with over priced stuff which is apparently on ‘sale’ and crying babies and angry mothers. That’s the reason why my family aren’t getting many presents this year. I can do without the headache of shopping. Call me cheap or stingy but I’ve got a reason, well an excuse, which I hope my family understand. I am trying to teach them it is better to give than to receive. It’s well planned and I have got the perfect tone of voice to say it in too. I’m smart!

As much as I love Christmas, I’m getting bored of the Christmas songs. The same ones are playing year after year. Why can’t someone else sing a new song? There are so many artists in the world, someone, anyone, for the love of God, sing a new song. Maybe I should do it. My singing isn’t bad. Obviously I’m nowhere near as good as Mariah Carey but I can have a jolly good time trying. Should I?

Maybe Christmas dinner is the answer. You can’t beat it. I’m a greedy person, I don’t deny it. But there’s so much to choose from, my eyes are always bigger than my belly so I eat way too much food. By the end of the day, I’m stuffed and bloated like a fat Santa. It is me or does Christmas dinner taste just as nice when you eat it the next day? That’s how you know I’m greedy.

Before I end this, I have to say I’m sick of people that you don’t enjoy Christmas when you’re old. REALLY? I’m 23. That’s not old, especially with my mentality. Anyway, If I don’t write another post in the next few days, I want to wish you all a very merry Christmas. Think of me when you’re tucking into your dinner.

Shopping Experiences

Published December 7, 2012 by naughtyviews

I’m not a great fan of Primark. It’s way too cheap, dirty, messy and crowded for my liking. However they sell amazing socks really cheap. Let me expand on the point that I made about it being too cheap. I mean that the quality of the clothes aren’t very good so I’d rather spend more money in another shop on less items, rather than buying a new wardrobe full of Primark clothes. No offensive to anyone who shops there but it’s not my cup of tea. I was passing the shop the other day and thought well winter is here so I might as well stock up my socks. What a massive mistake I made. Why do people take ages to grab a basket from the front of the shop. It’s the entrance, not an invitation to a mother’s meeting. GET OUT THE WAY! I’ve got things to do and you lot are just getting in the way. Another thing I hate about the shop is the way that everything is on the floor. That’s disgusting. Someone is going to buy them clothes so I don’t understand why people trample all over the clothes. Bunch of idiots.

One of my biggest pet peeves are mothers with prams. If you cant control them, then you should just stay home. They are constantly in the way and are always ramming the pram into the back of someone’s feet. I’m usually in the right mind to tell them to watch where they are going. Just because you have a baby and a pram, it’s not your God given right to abuse me with it. They tend to stand in the way of the aisles. I’m not being rude but park your damn pram in a proper place. What should be a 5 minute trip turns into an hour of battling with people.

Right, I’ve finally made it to where I need to be, I choose all my items and take it to the tills. OH MY GOD! Is this for real? The queue is so long. I get tired just looking at it. Do I really want to join it? Should I just leave my items behind? I might as well join the queue seeing how I struggled to get to the point in the first place. I must have been in line for about 10 minutes before I got served by a POLITE woman. This actually shocked me. Usually I get served by someone rude so it was nice to have a pleasant woman serving me. What the hell is wrong with her? I would be so annoyed if I had to work there so I was wondering how does she seem to be really jolly serving demanding customers. Either way, it made my day and to be fair, I couldn’t care less. There would have been hell to pay if she was rude to me. But bless her little socks, she seemed nice. I think Santa will definitely be paying her a visit.