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Have I ever mentioned before I have issues….

No not serious ones, I’m not a babbling drooling mess, nor am I totally freaked out by the world, I just have ‘run of the mill’ kinds of issues, the tame stuff. Parental leftovers you may say!

So recently I engaged with a psychologist, just to iron things out… to be a better role model for my children and all that nice stuff you are meant to say while seeing a shrink. Anyway it turns out a lot of my issues stem from a lack of assertiveness… in fact a personality mostly formed of passiveness! YAY go me!

In order to lead a more assertive existence I am to find opportunities to be assertive. (Queue ‘Jaws’ music)

The psychologist suggested perhaps sending a coffee back and asking for a better one. (Queue nail-biting and high-pitched shrieks of “I could never do that to somebody”)

So perhaps we start with something smaller. This time she suggested saying “Excuse me” in an actually audible tone when somebody is blocking the isle in the supermarket. It happens to all of us, all of us do it, so a ‘excuse me’ should be received reasonably well and overall be a positive experience for me!

I haven’t been to the supermarket!

But I have been to the movies.

I went all on my own the other night. Kind of my valentine treat, I know it’s a bit different to have a treat on your own for valentines but I did just state I have issues. Anyway this is what I wanted, a night on my own (for a few hours at least) able to gorge myself on popcorn, mmmmm popcorn…………  oops, sidetracked!

Where was I, oh yes, gorging myself on popcorn and fizzy, and not sharing!!! And no interruptions of children just for a few hours… yep great valentine present. Thanks my Man, I appreciated it tons!!

mmmm popcorn

I arrive at the cinema, feeling all empowered on my own! Get my ticket and massive combo of popcorn and fizzy. Find the cinema and take my seat, thinking ‘ooh this is going to be AWESOME’. I used all my willpower to save my popcorn to eat it during the actual movie, or otherwise the majority of it I have inhaled before the previews have even finished, and the movie begins. I crack open the box and breathe in… no hang on, this is not right, where’s the intoxicating aroma? Taste test then, ‘ah what! its blimin stale’, and even worse it’s all those little bits, the corners of the perfectly popped kernel and all the little yellow husks that get jammed in between your gum and your tooth and are really annoying because you can’t get them out.

Man I was bummed out. Usually I would not complain, because that’s being passive. NO confrontation. But in all my psychologists wisdom, she had suggested that I, Renee, take on these kinds of opportunities and  be assertive and grow from the experience accordingly.

Well I didn’t want to miss the movie now, and who knows how long asking for new popcorn takes? I certainly don’t because I have never done it before, so my best option was to wait until the movie was over then go and ask for a voucher for a new popcorn for my next visit. This was the most logical solution, and it lent me time to build up the courage to actually do it.

So from my persistent anxiety about the whole situation, I only half enjoyed my movie, (which is my issue not the cinemas, so I would not be asking for free tickets) Any how it was still very enjoyable and satisfying that not one person said “muuuummmm”

The movie ended and my stomach lurched at the thought of the upcoming confrontation. I pried myself out of the seat and forced myself to walk towards the doors and then the counter. All of a sudden the need to pee arose and I quietly told my body to stop trying to talk me out of this, I’m going to do it. Thankfully I had chosen the last showing of the movie for the night so there were very few people to witness me fumbling my words…

I finally make it to the counter after a walk which seemed like the green mile, only to find….

They had shut for the night and there was not a soul to speak with.

But anyway, the point I was actually making was that I nearly did it.

Popcorn I can fight for…..   Mmmmm Popcorn

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Whats In A Name?

In my recent attempt to find who I am, I began this blog.

Still not really understanding exactly what I’m doing here or who I’m writing to I have just began to ramble….

Hopefully some of my ramblings will turn out to be interesting enough for people (you) to read!

How hard was it to come up for the name of your blog? Or did you come to WordPress with it all mapped out?

I came up with my name ~reneenomore~ as a reminder to myself what I’m trying to achieve here

reneenomore is because once upon a time I was Renee.  Just Renee.  Carefree, High-Sprited, Funny, Outgoing Renee.

Not any more it seems somedays. Now I am Mans girlfriend, Child 1’s mother, Child 2’s slave, and general dogsbody and go between for my family.

So I am now signing up for Postaweek2011 challange to see if each week I can find just a little more of Renee.

Dictionary.com defines Hospitality as
1. the friendly reception and treatment of guests or strangers.
2. the quality or disposition of receiving and treating guests and strangers in a warm, friendly, generous way.
And Mannerliness (and you thought I’d made the word up) as
–adjective 1. having or showing good manners; courteous; polite.
–adverb 2. with good manners; courteously; politely.
What I am left wondering is why hospitality is now more commonly thought of as an industry to work in, and nobody has heard of the word mannerliness?  What has happened to the world today?
 
The reason I am pondering this is about a week ago it was 33 degrees (Celsius) here and I went out of the house and noticed 2 men doing the gardens around the community I live in.
“So what” you may think.
Well when I returned around 6 hours later these 2 men were now drenched in sweat and working outside my front door.
EWW I couldn’t think of a worse thing to be doing on a hot day.  Thinking to myself as I was drinking a nice cold glass of water from my fridge, ‘those poor buggers out there, wonder if they have a drink?’
So of course with no more hesitation I went and offered them one, man they were thirsty, I’m not sure if the glass even got wet!!
They said thanks, I said sweet as (‘sweet as’ is a kiwi thing… ill explain one day!) and I thought that would be the end of the story. (you’d hope it spices up hey, or its gonna be boring!!)
I came inside and my man asked who I was talking to. “oh just Norman doing the garden, I got them a cold drink”
Man starts mocking me saying ‘well arent you a nice person, you should get a medal….’
I didn’t think that getting somebody a drink was such a big deal… he was just teasing me because he reckons im too nice to people and get taken advantage of all the time, which is mostly true but however.
 
Then a few days later I get this message left:

” Hi Renee, its Mandy (huh, Normans wife? how did she get my number?)

I just wanted to thank you sooo much for giving him a drink the other day, out of all the people he seen coming and going in their houses you were the only one who stopped and offered them a drink, so thank you so much, you are a real sweetie.”

Queue surprised and puzzled look on my face, im thinking, why is this such a big deal…

It’s fundamentally because nobody seems to have manners these days… and as for hospitality, well that’s the cafe/bar we worked in as teenagers isn’t it? People go on about this next generation having no manners, you know what it’s actually ours, (mine) our kids are only modelling our behaviour, in the hustle, bustle and dramas of our own lives we forget that simple courtesy gets you a long way in this life… I’m grateful that Mandy took the time out to thank me but im shocked that a glass of cold water is such a rare occurrence these days that it requires so much appreciation.

Interesting footnote…. Just spell checked my post before i published it, and it didn’t have  suggestion as to what was wrong with mannerliness!! Point proven!

Hello to the world of bloggers!

Never fear, Renee is here!

Well in the last year I seem to have forgotten what I am interested in, what I am passionate about, so I guess my blog is about me reuniting with myself and finding out who I am and what I like to do.

At the moment my life seems to revolve around my children and partner, I cook dinners, take child 1 to school, feed child 2 and wash and iron their clothes. when im feeling a bit bored with this I wash the floors and clean the bathroom…..

Oh My God, where did I go… who is this nana writing to you?

So welcome to my quest of finding myself again…

I need to set myself a task, a deadline if you will of actually leaving my house and accomplishing something for myself….

todays task will be to walk to the beach, by myself. Yup with no pushchair or tagalong whining on how far it is.

I have to go and give child 2 lunch…