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| I think this will be my last entry before we go on holiday tomorrow. Now stop cheering so loudly. I've commented on most of my favourite blogs, but I apologise if I've missed anyone. The school reunion on Saturday was great.  The hangover yesterday wasn't.  So, I've voted for my favourite blogger this month (no, it's not you  lol) and I hope you have too. If not, then send your vote to David McClain   NOW. I've reserved my copy of The Blogville News to read on my return and sorted out my mailbox.I've done two loads of washing and pegged it out with non-matching pegs, made beds, dusted, washed pots, nipped into town and started packing. Hubby has been playing golf all morning. Seems a little unbalanced to me, but you know I'm not one to complain.  Next stop the supermarket and delivering goods to parents, followed by the gym. We must be mad in this heat. I knew another heatwave would arrive as we leave and I'll bet it's hotter here than Crete at the moment. Still, there'll be no housework to do there at least and the Ouzo is better. I dread to think what we'll find on return leaving son in charge, but I'll worry about that next week. Sis is coming over for a few days to help the parents, so that's some compensation. So, bye bye my friends; I'm going to miss you all.  Take care and I'll try to post a short entry from Crete. And don't let anyone mess with my blog okay? Now where did I put my sunglasses? Where's my Passport? Have I got enough Euros? Is my phone topped up? Do I need a jacket? How many more pairs of shoes can I get in my case? Which ducks deserve to travel? Decisions, decisions. |
| It's another school reunion tomorrow night. I think I organised a great venue this time but the only downside is there's no outside area. Of course, the weather forecast is for blistering heat, but at least the place is air-conditioned. Had I organised an outdoor venue, I bet the forecast would have been rain. Can't win can you? Our reunions are usually restricted to the same old suspects, but generally there's at least one surprise guest. Today I heard from a classmate called Malcolm who intends to grace this reunion for the first time and asked if I remembered him. Oh yes, I remember Malcolm. I think he was the first person to ever laugh at one of my corny jokes. Our Grammar school was streamed. The A stream for the brilliant minds, the C stream for those struggling in a very elite system. I was in the middle in the B stream, as was Malcolm. Many of our teachers were tyrants with no sense of humour or understanding of young people. Not so Mrs Mac as we called her, the very sweet-natured art teacher. I was no brilliant art student, more from lack of confidence than ability but Mrs Mac was always encouraging. She made me class monitor in our second year at Grammar School. I remember gathering up the students' paintings at the end of a session to store in the cupboard. I opened the door and gazed at the shelves allocated for storage. They were clearly marked with class names. 1A, 2C, 3B, 4A etc but nowhere could I find the appropriate shelf for my class. Spotting an empty slot I gazed at the shelf and uttered - '2B or not to 2B, that is the question.' No one can accuse me of not knowing my Shakespeare. Malcolm, sitting next to the cupboard just about fell out of his chair. I wonder if he'll remember? I'm really looking forward to this reunion but suspect the hangover on Sunday may not be so welcome. Have a great weekend yourselves and I WUB you all. |
| I received a parcel this morning from lethomson and once again am gobsmacked by the kindness and friendliness of members of this site. The box contained a cute card, a handwritten letter and a lovely new ducky, carefully wrapped in his own PANK comfort blanket for the journey. So, yet another fuzzy ducky dude has joined my duck hammock and very welcome he is too. I don't normally give my ducks human names but in honour of lethomson's love of Harry Potter and Mr Radcliffe I name the new guy Daniel. Did you know ducks have regional accents? I tell you no lie. According to research London ducks shout out a rough quack to be heard above the urban din; those in the countryside make a quieter, softer sound. There were many welcoming quacks from the hammock as Daniel took up his rightful place, but he was quick to recognise the familiar twang of the other Yankee duck, Damask. Before too long they were nattering away about their homeland and discussing ways they can make sure to be included on the holiday to Crete next week. Gawd, at this rate my luggage will be over the weight limit due to ducks smuggling themselves into my suitcase. So HUGE thanks again to Liz. There are some wonderful people of all ages and nationalities in Blogville. Please make sure send your vote for your favourite blogger toDavid McClain for the next issue of Blogville News. It's a great idea and a way for us to show our appreciation of those we WUB. I think I may be voting for the next decade to get all my favourites included!Here he is giving you a wave.   |
| I do worry increasingly about my mother's memory. Yesterday she failed to remember to meet me for the second week in a row. She was very apologetic later, but has probably forgotten she forgot today. lol I was thinking this morning much as I'm not a 'blue month' fanatic, I have actually managed an entry every day this month and maybe I should go for it. It was only hours later I realised we're going away next Tuesday for a week, so it won't be possible. How can you forget you're going on holiday? Does this really mean I'm turning into my mother?  When we return from Crete I'll be spending the last weekend in July in London with my friend, Joy. We're going to see 'Phantom of the Opera' and staying overnight at a hotel, then visiting Covent Garden on the Sunday morning, before returning home. This will be a first for me. No, not London, I've been there many times. No, not Phantom, I've seen it before and not Covent Garden either. No, this will be the first time in twenty-five years I've ever spent a night away from home apart from with my mother or sister. Hubby has never been able to get his head round why women enjoy a break away from males and has always created havoc if I've even been out with the gals for a meal. But in an effort to show he's trying, he's reluctantly given his blessing and I'll be interested in his reaction when I return. Smiles or sulks? Watch this space. If it works out, then I'd like to do more with my lady friends, possibly even a holiday abroad. I believe a change is as good as a rest and we all need time out from our families at times. The cowardly lion is finally plucking up some courage...grrrrr. Are you trembling? |
| Would Scarlett lie to you? Would she even contemplate pulling your leg (or other bits) over a serious issue like National Nude Recreation Week? Oh, I am shocked, nay deeply wounded over the doubting (John) Thomas's who have suggested this is but a figment of my imagination. 'Tis true I tell thee and all you have to do is Google to find many sites covering (uncovering) this event. But for those too idle or scared to do that I thank zwisis for her suggestion of posting a link. Here's one of them - http://www.metroactive.com/papers/metro/08.21.97/slices-9734.html Or you could visit www.clothesfree.com for more extensive uncoverage and even get to see the moderator of the site, Naked Gary, whose motto is clearly 'Size Doesn't Matter.' What were you saying about Guttersville Nada ? Moving on, I do find it odd that though readers still appear to use Imperial measures, a 'stone' seems to be unheard of. I can still remember the many chants we learnt at Infant school, one of them regarding the weights and measures of that time - Sixteen Drams is One Ounce (oz) Sixteen Ounces is One Pound (lb) Fourteen Pounds is One Stone. (st) Two Stones is One Quarter (qu) Four Quarters is One Hundredweight (cwt) Twenty Hundredweight is One Ton. Complicated for a five-year-old to retain and understand, but still more meaningful to me than the damned metric system forced upon us by being part of the EU. Gawd, even our bananas have to bend at the correct number of degrees to be acceptable by European standards. Anyway, I digress. Oh look a chicken. So there you are. A stone is fourteen pounds and it IS National Nude Recreation Week for many of you, so I'm still sitting here waiting for evidence you've joined in. Come on, you know you want to. |
| Apart from it being my sisters **st birthday, it's been just another rainy day and Monday. Trip to the supermarket, delivering my parent's shopping and our fourth assessment at the gym. Toot Toot - That's me blowing my own trumpet. Since March I have now lost almost two stone (28 pounds) in weight, my body fat has decreased by 7 per cent and my blood pressure reading has also improved. I deserve my glass or five of wine I believe. The kind and positive attitude of the staff at the gym and the positive results are all I need to continue the regime so after the assessment, we started on our individual programmes. Now, I'm not a big television watcher for several reasons, not least of which is the lack of opportunity to get my mitts on the remote. But thankfully at the gym, each treadmill and bike has its own television screen, complete with a wide choice of channels. It passes the time and relieves the boredom somewhat. I was pleased today to be able to watch a popular word and number game called 'Countdown.' Before the contestants began their brain battle the hosts of the programme entered into a little banter about what's happening around the world this week. I was very interested and amused to learn that in America it's the start of National Nude Recreation Week. So, my friends across the pond, I'll be avidly reading your blogs this week to find out what sort of activities you've been participating in, in your birthday suits. You better not let me down and photographs are essential. Anyway, the correct answer to the question... 'There is a river you must cross but it is used by crocodiles and you don't have a boat. How do you manage to cross it? IS... 'You jump into the river and swim across. Have you not been listening? All the crocodiles are attending the Animal Conference.' And don't start pointing out not everyone can swim, it's not my test you know. Think I'll do a bit of Googling myself now on that National Nude Recreation week. |
| It seems on the whole you kind and forgiving people feel David McClain should be let off the hook, so all charges are dropped. He must however be on his best behaviour for a respectable period of time, so let it be known we'll be watching him. On the same theme I often wonder why I tend to blame myself for almost everything. 'Guilty' should have been my middle name and my sister often says, left to my own devices, I'd take the flack for every accident and disaster in the world. Take this weekend for instance. On Friday I made a flippant remark to a friend which I feel may have been taken the wrong way. It's played on my mind and although the friend concerned may not even have taken offence at all, I couldn't forgive myself until I'd sent a written apology. I shall continue to feel guilty until I'm reassured all is well. I've spent two afternoons at my parents, done a few jobs for them and sorted out their shopping needs for tomorrow, but still I feel guilty watching them struggle with age and think I don't do enough for them. Hubby yelled at me when he came to fetch me from their house and the reason is still a mystery to me. But now I feel guilty as I don't want there to be an atmosphere in our home when our son leaves in only a matter of weeks. I feel guilty because I smoke, I feel guilty because I drink, I felt guilty for being overweight, but even though I've tackled that problem I still feel guilty if I overindulge, treat myself or don't go to the gym. I have no idea where this guilt complex comes from. Was I born feeling guilty because my mother had such a difficult birth? Did I develop it at school and college where I was often in trouble for what I now realise were petty incidents and often was wrongly accused? Or is it just a characteristic of being an over-sensitive, analytical person? Even WDC causes guilt at times. If I neglect the housework, I feel guilty for spending too much time here. If I tackle the housework, I feel guilty for neglecting my friends on WDC. Catch 22 isn't it? I feel guilty if I don't read and comment on all my friend's blogs. I feel guilty I don't read others on the list who may be excellent bloggers. I feel guilty for not reviewing enough, not supporting more forums and contests and for neglecting my own writing. I have given more reviews on the site than I've received. Does that make me an unselfish person or a nuerotic soul attempting to draw the attention of others to myself? Or maybe I'm a perfectionist who wants to be all things to all people, when in reality I know that's impossible and am the first to tell others they can't do everything. Again I quote my granddad. 'There's nowt so queer as folk,' and sometimes I don't think they come any queerer than me. Psychology fascinates me yet I understand so little of myself and my actions at times. GAWD this is getting deep isn't it? Must be something in the water. I suppose I should be grateful I'm not Catholic. With all my guilty feelings I'd have to take up residence in the confession box. And I hope none of you are behind me when I reach those pearly gates or you could be standing in the queue for eternity while I tell Peter all about the things I've been guilty of since I arrived on earth. One thing that does ease my conscience though on a daily basis is how much warmth and kindness I'm shown here in Blogville. The great comments, support and reviews I receive and the wonderful awards and badges which boost my self confidence no end. So thanks so much to emmyloo for the Journalling badge. Coming from one of the funniest writers I know, I consider it a great honour. Also many thanks to Wolfedale for the Generosity badge. It's wonderful to know some things we do in life are appreciated.I'm not giving the answer to the last part of the test today. Although it wasn't stated, there is NO bridge over the river and don't think you can use the one Tor built out of alligator butts. We all know he can't be trusted. So you have another chance to answer the question correctly. No one got it right but I won't gloat about it. Don't want you all feeling guilty. lol |
| Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury, how do you find the defendant, hereby referred to as David McClain , guilty or not guilty of cheating in the first degree? The case for the prosecution argues the smart-person questions were to be answered by individuals using their own problem-solving skills. Warning had been given to anyone who knew the answers to zip up. The three consecutive correct answers given by the defendant were obviously going to arouse suspicion. The case for the defence points out that by Googling the questions, David McClain was using his initiative and not officially cheating. It has also been noted the defendant openly confessed his actions to the whole of Blogville, thus redeeming himself to some extent. I ask you to adjourn to make your decision. Should you find the defendant not guilty, then he will be acquitted on all charges and free to continue writing witty blogs and leaving amusing comments on others. If, on the other hand you find him guilty, then I shall expect you to hand out a suitable punishment. Maybe a sentence of twenty years reviewing the writing of ccstring would be appropriate. The decision rests with you fine, upstanding citizens of Blogville. Of course, the correct answer to the question of which animal was missing from the conference is... 'The elephant. The elephant is in the refrigeraTOR. You put him in there the day before.' That question tests your memory. Final question then... 'There is a river you must cross but it is used by crocodiles and you do not have a boat. How do you manage to cross it?' It's okay, I'll just hang about whistling while you all rush off and Google it. Serves me right I suppose for trying to catch you smart folks out. In future I shall stick to questions that Tor/Google can't possibly know the answer to, like what colour are my pants and when did my mother last open her bowels. That'll teach you. Mind you, the way technology is evolving I suspect it won't be long until even those sort of details are available on the net. |
| It's been the usual Friday routine...yawn. Spent the morning doing boring housework, including bog cleaning of course. At lunchtime I wandered through the park to the school I used to work at to have lunch with my ex-colleagues. As I sauntered along pondering the meaning of life and whether to blog about the subject, I was jolted out of my thoughts by someone suddenly squeezing my derriere. Assuming it must be someone I knew I half giggled, half squeaked and turned round to see who it was. There was no one around apart from a young chap in a cap walking away from me towards the gate. Either a very visually challenged or desperate young man I assume.If I was in Italy I'd expect, no maybe even hope for such treatment by some hunky Roberto or some such, but not in the sleepy little town I live in. When he was a safe distance away he turned round. In retrospect maybe calling him an 'a***hole' wasn't the wisest choice of words. So that was the highlight of my day I guess - it's not every retired, grumpy old woman who can claim to have had their bottom groped in broad daylight is it? Anyway, you lot are way, way too smart. The correct answer to question two of the test was guessed by most of you.'Open the refrigerator, take out the giraffe, put in the elephant and close the door.' This question apparently tests your ability to think through repercussions of your previous actions. I'm now quite convinced you'll work out the other two answers but will carry on with them as I just WUB your very witty and varied, clever responses. So here's the third question... 'The Lion King is hosting an animal conference. All the animals attend except one. Which animal does not attend?' Easy, peasy, lemon squeezy. (oops bad word choice again lol) |
| Thanks to everyone who responded to my computer problems and the giraffe in the refrigerator question. I do delete temporary internet files and history on a regular basis - thereby hangs a tale but I'm not telling it you tonight. We have tried unplugging cables, routers etc but all to no avail. It does seem the problem is far worse in the afternoons however, so that still makes me think it may have something to do with overload on the net. The problem is I rarely have much time in the mornings to spend on WDC when the connection is fine and by evening I'm wilting (or inebriated) so that afternoon slot is important to me. No doubt it will all come out in the wash one day. Computer problems tend to resolve themselves eventually. I loved your responses to the giraffe question - I KNEW you'd be full of hilarious and inventive responses and I wasn't disappointed. I WUB you all.  David McClain was actually correct - word perfect in fact.The correct answer is.. 'Open the refrigerator, put in the giraffe and close the door.' Apparently, this question tests whether you tend to do simple things in a complicated way. I'm glad most of us do as your answers were all wonderful. Now you have a taste for the way of thinking in this test, here's question 2 - How do you put an elephant into a refrigerator? Answer and question three tomorrow, providing I can get on the internet. Are you praying I can't? lol |
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