Rant of the day: the older I get the more I realise people suck.

OK so here's a warning: I've got my bitch on today.

Yeah, it hasn't happened for awhile as lately I've been my awesomely positive, delightful self, charming everyone in my wake. Truly.

Seriously though, I've been pretty happy lately and have so many wonderful things to write but then there comes a day when everything gets on your tits.

It was inevitable, really.

And so I need to vent.

Apologies in advance for anything that I say that may offend...oh hell, if you're reading this you're clearly not easily offended so scrap this whole sentence.

So here 'tis my Rant of the Day (patent pending):

People suck. I mean seriously.

Its struck me for some time that there are some people in this world who seriously don't have enough to do. I mean, sorry people, my life is too full and I have too much on my plate to worry about what everyone else is doing. Its called a LIFE (yes I actually, truly do have one dad).

There are so many examples I could list here except no-one from work who may be reading this would ever speak to me again. Then again, anyone from work who is reading this must be pretty darn cool so you aren't on my radar.

Who is on my radar are those asshats fun police whose mission in life appears to try to ruin everyone else's day for the most minor of things that a NORMAL person wouldn't even give two craps about.  Or even notice. Or give two craps if they did...oops I already said that. You get the picture.

There's one in every crowd. In fact, they seem to be multiplying.

So while I'm just trying to do my job, I suggest you get on with yours.

And if you've got a problem, then you'll find I'm a pretty reasonable person to speak to about it. ie. TO MY FACE. My face, people. You may actually find out whatever you perceived I was doing wrong actually wasn't because it was simply carrying out orders of someone else. You know, for my JOB.

Going behind someone's back to try to stick the knife in puts you firmly on my asshat radar, and in this case backfired spectacularly. Karma, baby.

So even as I'm trying to rant, I'm obliged to point out that being nice to people actually worked in my favour this time, with YOU being taken down a peg or two from someone who has my back. As I said, karma.

So I should rephrase: a lot of people suck. Not everyone. But a lot.

Why is it that you can be having a great day until someone brings you down with a giant thud that then pays itself forward with you then having to try hard to not snap at everyone who has the misfortune of crossing your path? And then having to work extra hard to try to get back your equilibrium to once again resume charming the pants of everyone you meet (hey it's a tough job, but someone's gotta do it).

So sucky people, and you know who you are, get over it. There's no charge for being nice and if it makes you feel good to ruin someone else's day for no reason whatsoever, then that says more about you than it does about me. And not in a good way.

Get a life. And stay the hell out of mine.

Rant over.

(I feel better now).

Bec xx

Why I'm happy to have an arrogant child.

Maybe it's a side effect of being sick but I have been really contemplative lately. Perhaps it's the blog, perhaps it's the big changes I've made in my life lately or maybe I've just had too much time on my hands but I've been doing a lot of thinking about many random things, both important and unimportant.

A few weeks back I visited Brisbane for the first time to see my friends (who, without meaning to sound too wanky, filled my soul) and whilst I loved every single minute of catching up with my nearest and dearest, I really couldn't wait to get 'home'.

It's been such a short time in the scheme of things, just a few months, but Toowoomba really IS home now and I couldn't be happier. My health has been shot to shit, my house a comedy of errors and work has been insane but ultimately I have built a really happy and fulfilling life here. 

It all came full circle this weekend when I enjoyed a visit from my dad and my stepmother as well as my stepsister and her gorgeous kids. They were here to celebrate my stepmother's best friend's son's birthday (whew, did you follow that mouthful?) who also lives in Toowoomba (yes the one they've been trying to get me to meet).

It was really exciting to show them through my cute little cottage for the first time and to see the kids playing happily in the backyard. My stepsister has gone through a bit of a tree-change herself, moving recently from the Sunshine Coast to join my dad and her mum in Tenterfield. She's loving the simpler life and quite honestly, so am I.

So last night we went to the BBQ to celebrate Dan's birthday and I was caught up in conversation with a few people about how I was finding life in Toowoomba. I really wish I'd been in great health as there was a lot of drinking and laughter and all-around good times to be had, however unfortunately I flagged and bailed pretty early in the piece due to after-effects of sickness/medication.

While I was there though, it was so nice to talk to others who'd made the 'change' to Toowoomba and haven't looked back. 

Is it rare to feel so at home so quickly in a new town? I don't know what it is but we really just hit the ground running.

People often comment that I must be enjoying discovering new places up here and I promised myself I would do that...however since we got here we've pretty much established a really 'normal' life...you know, work, pottering around the house, becoming a 'regular' at the local coffee shop, enjoying the sunshine...blah blah. Clearly not the most exciting lifestyle you could imagine, but it is absolutely perfect for us.

I realised how perfect when my father and stepmother commented on a few things E had said to them in the car on the way to lunch yesterday. Basically the little brat spent the ride there bragging his ass off about his athletic prowess, his academic excellence and basically how fabulous and unparalleled he is at, well, everything.

Now to put this in context, E's first few years at school were pretty troubled. He was picked on, was considered anti-social and weird and had lots of social issues. I have worked pretty hard with him over the years to try to build his self-esteem and knew we'd made enormous headway. But it wasn't until dad told me the only ego issues he had these days were...well...a degree of ARROGANCE that I realised how far we'd come!

And it is so true. It has happened so gradually that I didn't really see it coming but standing before me now is a self-confident, assured young man who can laugh at himself, isn't mean or a bully and still dances to the beat of his own drum and doesn't give a rats what anyone says about it. What a win. My awesome little weirdo.

It makes my heart proud. Just effing fabulous. And what a contrast to the withdrawn, sad little man he was just a few years ago.

I always think that building self-esteem is the most important gift you can give your child. I had none as a kid and never want fear and uncertainty to hold E back the way it held me back. If a kid is strong and confident, then hopefully it will give him the backbone to hold his head high and make the right choices as a teenager.

Here's hoping...

xx