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Another plate full of the meat and vegetables of my life.
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January 17, 2007 at 6:08pm
January 17, 2007 at 6:08pm
#482033
I went to see a 'Medium' with my friend Big Pam this morning. We do this from time to time, generally when we're bored and it's too cold for swimming. Not that we take it very seriously but we're curious and enjoy comparing readings.

Mediums aren't gypsies or fortune tellers and don't make heavy predictions. I was a little disappointed this one used Tarot cards as I prefer a reading without props and gadgets.

When she started by telling me my dad's in the spirit world, I have three children and my marriage is a happy one I had to check there wasn't someone else in the room and wondered if I should ask for a refund.

However things improved after the bad start. She said a holiday is on the horizon - hubby was out at the time trying to find a last minute deal for next week.

She then told me there's been a recent wedding in the family but there was something weird connected with it. She said someone dropped a bombshell and there's been rows about it. But, it will be alright now an olive branch has been offered. The wedding she felt was my son's and she didn't feel it would last a lifetime.

She returned to the three children and assessed that two of them belong to my stepdaughter. The third she predicts will belong to my son. OMG - I certainly hope not.

She didn't mention carrots at all, so I won't either.

Afterwards Big Pam and I went for a coffee and teacake and concluded we'd paid £25 to hear things we already know. *Laugh* I guess we just want to hear we're going to be rich, famous or worshipped by Robbie. Such is life but we live in hope.

I then walked up to la la land where my father was definitely there in the flesh although maybe the spirit she referred to was the one in his glass.

She also predicted I'd pick up a bargain in a clothes shop so I made up my mind that's a good enough reason to spend the day shopping tomorrow, weather permitting. It would make a change from the supermarket...and carrots.
January 15, 2007 at 2:15pm
January 15, 2007 at 2:15pm
#481544
I was a woman on a mission at the supermarket today. But as I stood in the vegetable department gazing at the carrots, I realised my task was not as easy as I'd anticipated.

First of all I had to decide whether to study the pre-packed bags or loose carrots. It seemed more logical to focus on the ones I could handle and I discovered they cost 69 pence a kilogram.

Now, there's the first problem. Despite Britain deciding to join the Common Market and go metric many years ago, I'm afraid I haven't. So I had to spend a while converting and eventually worked out one kilogram is 2.2046226218 pounds.

Okay, now for the test. How many carrots would I have to put on the scale to work out the cost of a single one? Thereby lay another problem. All the carrots were different sizes, so depending on which ones I picked, I realised the price would vary somewhat. I decided to select what I consider would be average-sized carrots.

Problem number three. We all have a different opinion of what an average size is don't we now? *Wink* Anyway, I selected the ones I considered pretty average and started loading them on the scales until it reached 2.2046226218 pounds. Precisely nine carrots.

Another calculation as I worked out that each carrot would cost approxiamately 7.66666 recurring pence. So there, you have it - the price of a carrot. Then I put them back as we don't actually need any carrots this week.

As I wandered the supermarket aisles more problems invaded my frazzled brain, Things like converting 7.66666 recurring pence into dollars for one thing, but why stop at that? I need to be aware of the price of a carrot in every currency in the world.

Then the thought struck me that this is only one supermarket. I can only stand shopping at Sainsburys because it's the only one that doesn't play music or have queues snaking out the door. Hubby complains it's expensive so obviously the price of a carrot is less elsewhere.

What I really need is sponsoring to travel the world and study the price of carrots in every corner of the globe then compare different shop's prices. I mean, I'd be very reluctant to give up my glamorous, jet-set life going to the gym, shopping at Sainsbury's, doing jigsaws, visiting la la land and cleaning but someone has to do it in the name of the carrot.

I guess Robbie would miss me too much though, so I better go get ready for my hot date with him tonight. Maybe he'll show me his idea of the average carrot. Nah - you don't want to hear about that boring stuff.
January 14, 2007 at 6:57pm
January 14, 2007 at 6:57pm
#481330
Well, it was a close run contest but after counting up votes it seems more of you are interested in carrots than my sex life with Robbie Williams. I'm not sure what to conclude from that, but research into carrots has been the highlight of my day.

1. Did you know carrots originated in Afghanistan and were originally red, purple, black, yellow and white?

2. Did you know the Greeks used carrots as a love medicine, believing they made men more ardent and women more yielding?

3. Did you know that Mel Blanc, the voice of Bugs Bunny didn't like carrots at all.

4. Did you know the longest carrot recorded in 1996 was sixteen feet, ten and a half inches long?

5. Did you know the foot soldiers who hid in the Trojan Horse were said to have consumed large quantities of raw carrots to inactivate their bowels?

If you want to read more on the fascinating history, facts and figures or uses of this underrated vegetable just type 'carrots' into any search engine and you'll be richly rewarded. Go on, I know you're dying to. There are even over three hundred carrot related items for sale on ebay. *Laugh* No, I didn't look. *Pthb* You think I have nothing better to do huh?

So, here's to carrots. They really don't get enough publicity. But I still don't have a bleeding clue about the price of them, but that will give me something to investigate at the supermarket tomorrow. Don't you wish your life was half as exciting as mine?
January 13, 2007 at 6:21pm
January 13, 2007 at 6:21pm
#481118
It's strange some days how you find blog topics everywhere. In the cupboards, on the kitchen floor, under the bed, down the plughole or round the u-bend. Other days - zip, zero, zilch, nada, nothing.

1. I could blog about the weather. But seeing as it's still grey, dreary and blowing a gale, there's little to tell. Oh, and it rained again tonight but talking about boring, unsensational weather is a sure sign of being desperate.

2. I could blog about my exciting day. But two hours hard graft at the gym this morning, followed by an afternoon in la la land sorting out the pieces of the latest jigsaw with mother is about as interesting as the price of carrots.

3. I could blog about my resolve to lead a healthier lifestyle. How I'm going to stop smoking and drinking, eat sensibly and take more exercise. Get up early and drink green tea, go to bed at a reasonable time after a cup of cocoa but I'd only be fooling myself, though not you lot I suspect.

4. I could blog about my illicit, steamy affair with Robbie Williams, my million pound Lottery win tonight, the rocket I've built in my garden for my trip to Venus, my multi-million dollar signing for my novel and the cruise ship I just bought to take my WDC friends around the world but I don't want to bore you.

5. I could blog about the price of carrots. Except I have no bloody idea how much they cost these days.

So, that's it then. No blog from me, no blue number and no name on the list. Shame really, as I always enjoy reading your comments in the morning but maybe tomorrow I'll find something under the doormat to really catch your attention.
January 12, 2007 at 6:14pm
January 12, 2007 at 6:14pm
#480899
It's actually stopped raining today *Shock* although the wind is still strong enough to turn me into Mary Poppins. I contemplated going out this morning but then the loo started demanding its weekly clean. Just as I brandished my brush in preparation, the telephone rang.

It was my son. He and new wife are now in Kuala Lumpur (something about that name always makes me *Laugh* for some reason) eventually making their way to Singapore. For once the line was clear, no echo, delay or static and it was like talking to the son I remember and love so very much.

We had quite a long and unheated chat with no animosity. He's been laid up again with food poisoning and is disappointed they won't be able to stay as long in Australia as planned. I resisted saying he maybe should have looked into this before rushing into marriage. Gawd, restraint is something I never thought I'd become an expert at.

But, he sounds fine, is determined to make the best of things and could be coming home in May. I have assured him we will do our best for him and Mey Ling will not be made to feel unwelcome. What happens between now and then I leave to destiny and my son's capabilities.

We had a giggle comparing medical conditions and who's suffering most - almost like old times. I certainly felt better after we'd spoken and I hope he did too. We'll work this through somehow and as long as he's safe and well there is nothing we can't handle. He's my boy and nothing will ever change that...sniffle.

I braved the storms this afternoon for another session with the hopi ear candles as my latest cold has clogged up my tubes again. I think there's a slight improvement already. Oh, my life in the fast lane wears me out.

I'll be starting on The Blogville Newsletter this weekend so can I drop another big hint to the contributors to please get their brains in gear and submit their articles. Sorry to be a nag. Also please remember to vote for your favourite blogger - to date I have four votes this month and it's a two-horse race. All you need to do is send me an e-mail with 'BOTM' as the header and the name of your chosen blogger in the body of the e-mail. Easy Peasy, lemon squeezy. Ta very muchly.
January 11, 2007 at 5:58pm
January 11, 2007 at 5:58pm
#480722
January is the worst month of the year in my estimation and generally lasts five times longer than any other. This year has been one of the worst January's of my life and the weather enough to drive the most optimistic of people into a state of doom and gloom.

For eleven days England has been subjected to the darkest, dreariest, wettest conditions I can ever remember. With no morning sunshine to wake me I've been crawling out of bed at the crack of near-noon and still needing to put lights on to find the bathroom.

All day the sky is steely grey, heavy rain and wind make going out very unpleasant and by four in the afternoon it's dark again. Yet it's not particularly cold; in fact temperatures are very high for the time of year. Weird, unnatural and very depressing.

Last night (or early morning) the squally weather resulted in a power cut just as we were going to bed. Groping about in the dark to perform the ablutions was bad enough but the sound of a hundred burglar alarms springing into action due to the interference of power made sleep impossible.

All night the rain pelted against the windows and gusts of ninety miles an hour rattled eerily through the trees. Consequently another very restless night and a very late start to the day. It's like living in some murky underworld and I hate it.

I fill up my bag of bird fodder and brave the elements to put the food on the bird table in the garden. I open the back door and discover that Deirdre, my favourite pot, ornamental garden duck has lost a beak in the night due to the severe weather. How do you say 'Quack Quack' when you're beakless?

A sad day indeed. A sad person who only has the weather to blog about too. So I'll finish my Weightwatcher's wine *Sick* and leave you in peace. Roll on summer!
January 10, 2007 at 12:18pm
January 10, 2007 at 12:18pm
#480433
I signed up for Chewie Kittie 's 'Submit it' group, not because I'm determined to be published, but because I felt I needed a kick up the backside to get motivated. I recently took up the offer of free membership to another writer's site which shall remain nameless, as they looked to hold some interesting competitions. Sure enough, within hours they sent me an invitation to enter their contest for new members. The challenge was to write a short story starting with the line, 'The Gods were pissed off.' Well, I just happened to have a story I thought I could adapt to fit with that, so attempted to give it a go.

I spent much of yesterday editing and fiddling about with said story until I felt satisfied it was good enough to be entered. I clicked the 'Enter your story here' box only to be informed I needed to upgrade to a fully paying member to enter the contest. And it wasn't cheap either. I tell you I was more pissed off than any of those Gods and sent them a sharp e-mail asking them to delete my membership. Possibly somewhere in their communication in size one font was a reference to this condition of entry, but it was certainly not made clear from the outset. What a con. I don't mind paying a little to enter a contest, but I'm damned if I'm willing to cough up a full year's membership for the honour. So what a waste of precious time that was.

Anyway, I scouted through some other contests and found a suitable story for one, so I have kept my promise for January by sending something out. A couple more looked interesting too but it all depends on time. I also made a start on my 'Dear Me' letter, but now I'm way behind on blog commenting and dinner is yelling to be cooked. Is there a writing contest where the prize includes a maid and chef?

We finally heard from our married son this morning after a few days of anxiety. Seems his plans aren't all falling into place either. The Australian authorities are only prepared to offer his wife a three month visa, if at all. That does not surprise me in any way, but I promise I will never say 'I told you so.' So, he's saying they could be 'home' sooner than anticipated. Whether 'home' means Sihanoukville or England I'm not sure. Neither am I sure what the British authorities will require for her to be able to stay here. Soft as they are, I know they are tightening up on these matters and suspect there will be more problems ahead.

I'm not gloating or wishing them any distress, but must admit I hope one day he realises it might have been more sensible to delay his wedding until these things had been sorted out. So, we'll be playing the waiting game for a while yet but it's not a laugh a minute, that's for sure. Okay, coming pots and pans, you can start rattling now I've stopped.
January 7, 2007 at 3:45pm
January 7, 2007 at 3:45pm
#479782
I assume we now have a daughter-in-law. I wouldn't imagine there is anyone else on the site or many parents in the western world who can claim they have never met or spoken to their child's spouse. I wouldn't think there are many who can say their unknown daughter-in-Iaw is Cambodian, has an amputated arm and a young baby by another westerner either. I always said I wanted to be different but this wasn't quite what I had in mind. My cynical head can't help but think there's got to be some humour in there as well as tragedy.

We haven't heard from our son by telephone in a week but did receive an e-mail regarding his activities on Thursday. It's been difficult to picture his Buddhist wedding on the sunny shores of Sihanoukville today. It's been difficult to get through the day at all if I'm honest, but maybe I'm learning to live with this very surreal and strange nightmare.

I guess in a way it's a good job the wedding didn't take place here. It's pimply sissed down all day and I would have felt a pratt in my best red hat and matching nose, coughing and spluttering all through the service. Sometimes you have to laugh or you'd cry. But then don't all mothers cry at their child's wedding? Although most of them are actually present and have an inkling who their child is getting married to.

So what next? We gather he and new bride will be travelling, minus baby, starting on Wednesday and eventually arriving in Singapore. Then it's off to Australia where they hope to find work and save. Methinks that may come as a shock to the system after four months of doing very little in the way of labour, but that's his responsibility now.

As for us, we are simply left in limbo wondering what the future will bring and still very concerned about the actions of a love-struck son. But, as many wise folk have pointed out, there is nothing we can do except let it be and hope one way or another things will settle down and we can sort it all out.

I've tried to do as much blog reading and other activities on WDC as I can today, but I'm sure you'll understand my concentration is even worse than usual. I think it's time we cracked open a few bottles of vino now; rather commiseration than celebration but a good excuse whichever way you look at it.

I feel a hangover coming on. But I'll think about that tomorrow.
January 6, 2007 at 5:50pm
January 6, 2007 at 5:50pm
#479523
I've been fiddling around trying to create an official group for the Blogville News. Not having tackled this area before I'm sure there will be a few hiccups and problems, but I know all you experts out there will help out this bear of very little brain. It just seems a more logical way of announcing when the Newsletters are ready and to let you all know of any changes, requests, upcoming weddings, births...

I've added the names of people I know who read and contribute to the Newsletter and also those who let me know they'd like to be added to the group when I mentioned it in my blog before. Apologies if I've missed anyone *Blush* Please let me know if you wish to be added to the group. Also if your name has been added but you do not wish to be a member then I won't hit you too hard if you ask to be removed.

I have already received some gift point donations for the group and will transfer them when I actually work out how. *Rolleyes* It's not easy being a pea-brain I can confirm. If anyone would like to donate to the group that would be very welcome to pay for merit badges and awards.

In time it might be an idea to create a forum where members can discuss the Newsletter, make suggestions (not that sort *Pthb*) or just meet for a drink but for the moment I'll take it one step at a time and see how it goes. Thanks for all your support.

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January 5, 2007 at 5:29pm
January 5, 2007 at 5:29pm
#479311
Not much to report on yet another drab, dark and rainy day. Still feeling sluglike but Friday being Friday means I had to kick myself into action yielding the bog brush for my favourite ritual of the week. It struck me as quite amusing to find this story on my homepage when I later switched on the computer.


"LONDON - Police in Britain would like to speak to a man who stole a urinal from a pub bathroom.

The man walked into the Royal Oak in Southampton, southern England, ordered half a pint of lager and then went to the lavatory, where he spent 40 minutes expertly removing the urinal from the wall.

He stuffed it into his rucksack and walked out but was caught on the pub's closed circuit television (CCTV) system, which landlords Alan and Suzie Dreja have now handed to police.

"He did a very professional job. He turned off the stop cock and capped off the pipe.

"It was such a good job our staff thought we had taken it off for repair and it wasn't until the evening we noticed," Suzie Dreja said Friday.

She added that the man had even wiped his fingerprints from the bathroom door as he walked out.

Hampshire Police believe the urinal may have been used for a plumbing job elsewhere and said they would like to speak to the man shown on the CCTV footage."

Talk about taking the P*** *Laugh*

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