You're Fired

Hello Ladles and Jellyspoons! How are you all???

Right, I'm not going to beat around the bush. I have a huge apology to make, so.........I'm sorry. I have been soooo busy and soooo ill that I really haven't had a chance to write notes in my calender, let alone a blog post =S. I know I have neglected this blog for far too long but I hope this will be the first and last time that this happens.

So, today I have decided to write about....."Young Apprentice". Anyone who is reading this outside the UK, I'm sorry if you have no idea what "Young Apprentice" is. So that you're not left in the lurch, I will try and fill you in a little.

"Young Apprentice" is a T.V show in which about 15 girls and boys aged between 16-17 years old compete to be the young apprentice of the year. Now these young candidates are picked from thousands of entrants. They need to have outstanding qualifications and skills and preferably have their own business. During the show, they are split into two groups and are set a different business task each week. This could be making and selling ice cream; creating a phone app; creating, pitching and selling a mother and baby product; etc. They have to get the maths, market research, creativity and everything else, perfect. The team which sells the most, wins. They then get a treat. However, one of the candidates from the losing team must be fired by none other than Lord Alan Sugar. If you don't know who he is, Google him. I really can't be bothered to explain who he is =S. When Lord Sugar fires someone he always uses the phrase "you're fired" with an assertive point of his index finger.

So anyway, I find this show really interesting and also quite a laugh. Some (or most) of the candidates are sooo opinionated. Some think their ideas are better than everyone elses and really won't let them go. They sulk. They cry. They shout. They backstab. They argue. They boss each other about. Do you see now why it's sooo great to watch??

Now, as I said earlier, these candidates are between the ages 0f 16-17. Most of them younger than me. Now I'm no dope but, these guys have done a lot to be proud of, and let me tell you....they are! But it just made me wonder, If I really wanted to, could I achieve what they have? I mean, these guys have built businesses from scratch. Sure, some of them could work on their vocabulary a little. And some could learn to LISTEN rather than talk and talk and talk. But they have done really well, so a big pat on the back to them.

But back to my epiphany (if I can call it that...maybe it's not the right word. But do you know what? I'm not really bothered! I've been dying to use this word in my blog and so there.....I've done it!) So yeah, back to my epiphany. If I really wanted to build a business from scratch, what would I do? And then it struck me, like a doughnut thrown against a window. I would start a chocolate factory!! I would make the most amazing chocolate know to man. I would create chocolate that tastes amazing, doesn't make you put on weight, is suitable for coeliacs, diabetics and the like. But the most amazing thing about it would be.........................................................................................................................................................
every time a man has a small piece, it would trigger a thingy in his brain to make him WANT to buy his wife or girlfriend or sister or mum, a pair of shoes!!!! Just IMAGINE!!!!!!



Then I awoke from my daydream, had a piece of nestle white chocolate and thought "Ah what's the point? Heaven in a bite is right here beside me and I'm thinking of replacing it with a newer model. Pfft! How dare I! I should just sit back, relax, and enjoy my unhealthy friendship with chocolate.... and worry about the weight, well, when I can be bothered. It's at this moment that I realize, I could never be on the Apprentice. I give up too easily. Dieting.................dieting.....................dieting................ooh is that cake?? See, it's never worked for me!

But for now, gym is a distant memory, exercise is a swear word, and chocolate is my therapy =D.

So until next time peeps! Keep eating =P

Ditzy Polka Dot xXx

Shoe-aholic Much???

Looking at my profile pic you'd probably have guessed that I love shoes. The quirkier the better. Ever since I was allowed to wear high heels, I let rip. "You can never have enough shoes". Those 6 words are the wise words on which I cling, to this day. It's true though, isn't it? No matter how many pairs are rammed in your wardrobe, you never stop looking at the shoe section in a shop. You just find yourself there, even when you swear to yourself that you will steer well away from the "racks of temptation". Then you see the most gorgeous pair that you simply can't go home without. And what usually makes it even better is when they're on sale. You see, me being the cheapskate that I am, I don't spend more than a tenner on my shoes (mostly!). I take pride in those pairs that cost me no more than three quid, brand new on sale from a respected shop... I kid you not. And, annoying though it is to some people, I can't help but blurt out the price of my bargains when complimented on them. Only because I'm proud of how little I paid for them. 

But anyway, there's something about the shoe that just....completes you. We all have our favourite pair of shoes, I'm sure. There's that one pair that, sort of becomes a friend, more dependable than any man. That pair promises to complete an outfit. Elongate your legs. Make your feet look nice. Make you look taller and therefore more slender. Carry you all day, even in the rain. They'll never leave you for a better looking foot. They'll make you feel good. And they'll support you all day, as long as you want them to.

Yes, the shoe is a dependable creature, if one can call it that. Yes, nice shoes and women are the perfect combo, for anyone involved. Like cake and icing, salt and fries, fish and chips, strawberries and chocolate, boats and water, Romeo and Juliet ....do you get the picture?

So, if there are any guys reading this blog, take this entry to heart. Remember it for years to come. Buy that special someone a pair of shoes. =p

They say the way to a mans heart is food. Well, the way to a girls heart, is shoes!

Ditzy xXx

(Please note: This is just a material side of things. Shoes are not all there is to life, I'm not implying that. And shoes are definitely NOT the most important thing in a relationship. Just thought I'd better clarify before anyone thinks of me as a shallow, materialistic lemming =))