Sunday, 17 April 2016

Wrong blog name

Last week saw the 20th birthday of my youngest. This means my blog is incorrectly titled. 2-young-adults-who-sometimes-behave-like-teenagers doesn't quite have the same flow though.  But I can officially say I've made it through the teenage years. They have provided me with great material when either of them get married. A lot of which has never made it on to my blog. I may have to take legal advice to see where I stand before revealing all. 

Despite all the mood swings, shoutiness, door slamming and serial flouncing there is always something warm and glowing about having a celebratory meal altogether usually with their respective boy or girlfriend at the time.  Even if it ended with flouncing for dessert.

Sunday, 13 March 2016


So here I am Sunday night doing some back ground reading for my MBA because that's the way I roll OK.  Scanning the Harvard Business Review, cos I am so well read, I came across an article on Starbucks and their practice of clopening.
What on earth is clopening I thought?
So type in the phrase to twitter and I'm astounded really. This is up there with zero contract hours. The practice of closing one shift but being expected to be there to open the next. I watched my son do this last year when he was working for a well known local bar group, award winning too. They serve expensive drinks by staff who are on zero contract hours and victims of clopening. Sometimes he would get home at 4 or 5 am and be back on at 11am. When he complained he lost is shifts.

Why do we treat people like this?
I don't think this rant is over. I feel a letter coming on!

Monday, 7 March 2016


I had never hear of Puerto Rico until a  kind lady rang me up and said "you've won a holiday there!" I know a hell of lot more about the Caribbean, long haul flights, luxury hotels and the rum industry than before.

A holiday of humidity, heat, beautiful beaches, great food and utter luxury. St Regis Bahia Beach staff were the most wonderful hosts ever. They upgraded us to a suite. Yes a suite! We had a butler and literally didn't have to lift a finger. Clearly the playground of wealthy Americans. We went on trips to the rain forest, catamaran and snorkeling adventures. We hiked our selves off the to local beach  at Luquillo where the sea water was like a warm bath and the 60 odd kiosks offered every variety of food you could imagine. We opted for El Jefe for its famed burgers and the name if we a are totally honest.  We swam, slept and sunbathed. A stunning place where nothing was too much trouble.

Tuesday, 1 March 2016

Burning the midnight oil

The study regime is in full sway. A creature of discipline means Monday, Tuesday Wednesday are books out head down kind of nights. As the term gathers momentum funnily enough Thursday nights join in too. But never ever Friday nights. And you can back away from my Saturdays too.

Having promised myself faithfully I would not start the week again with a late night Monday thus knackering myself before I've even begun, lo and behold here I am flitting between Spotify and my essay gone past 11. Dog is at my feet harrumping because she cant sit on my knee when I'm at the pc. She much prefers the laptop.

Joys of Study, I do hope it will be worth it. At this rate its going to take the full 6 years to pass :(

Saturday, 6 February 2016

It's been a while

Oh dear, I feel very apologetic towards my wee blog. It's been ignored, neglected, dare I say it totally forgotten about. I feel bad. This blog has got me through tough times in the past. the past few months have been tough to say the least. And on that point I would just like to say "IT'S NOT MY TURN!" i have had more than my fair share of the shitty end of the stick.

I did think it was my turn to do something for me. So I  finally applied, got sponsored and got accepted for the MBA I had been dithering about for so long. My nights may well be spent up to my eyes in books and I may well well look truly knackered but I love it. I just wish that all the other things ( well people mainly ) in my life hadn't decided go off the tracks too. Doing 2 modules in the run upto Christmas with an unexpected family shit going down and well just Christmas itself was way too hard.

So. Sorry blog it has been hard fitting everyone and everything in and something had to give. I will try and document my approach to studying to help any other *ahem mature students on the way.

Saturday, 22 August 2015

Life with Young Adults #102

After extolling how quiet my 21 year old son is when he returns from his bar job in the small hours of morning he decided that making quesadillas at 5am was quite the norm and indeed a very quiet act. I can tell you it isn't! Every cupboard door opening, chopping ingredients on the chopping board, getting a frying pan out from all the other pans sounded like war zone. Why he also had to go up and down the stairs several times during the process I have no idea but he clearly used the squeaky stairs he told me he always avoids stepping on so as not wake me up. 

Needless to say a mum style Banshee joined in this cacophony of sound where upon I was told I was making to much noise as I hissed through my teeth Go to bed! 

It was night back from holiday, and across the house, 
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse... Except my son! My arse!