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Apocalypse Now?
20six is still here?
I thought I'd log on and find some holding page.... Argh! All this suspense is killing me! I shall join in with the general feeling and say I am not remotely looking foward to 'the change'. Wait, that makes me sound like I'm dreading the menopause which, like most women of a certain age, I am but to make things perfectly clear I meant the change in 20six. 20six is so lovely the way it is, I bet it goes all pants and pooey. *grump* |
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Doggone
I’m still feeling a bit jittery today after stopping my tablets yesterday so I reckon I’ll be back to where I was by the weekend, which sounds pants but as I felt so much worse with the tablets I’m actually looking forward to it! Nothing much to report today except to say that poor dog got a bit confused this morning. He has his basket facing a different way in my house in Reading to the way it is in Nags house in Derbyshire (where we are at the mo) and it would seem the poor lamb forgot this. He spotted me getting out of bed earlier and rolled on to his back to get ready for his usual tummy scratch, unfortunately he obviously didn't remember that the sturdy back of his basket is on a different side here and promptly rolled over and fell out of his basket opening on to the floor in a mass of tangled legs and dog blankets with a very confused look on his face. After a few moments he untangled his legs and then swiftly got back in to the basket looking rather sheepish. If his face could show blushing, I think he would have been ;o) Anyhoo, before I go check out this link (courtesy of nagnagnag) below, David Copperfield eat your heart out! Is This The Most Amazing Magician In The World? Click here to find out! |
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Super Gran
Urgh, I’m feeling very grim. Some new medication I’ve been given has me in a bit of a state with its horrible, horrible side effects so I’ve stopped taking it, but it’s left me a bit washed out so I won’t be online long today. Ayhoo, my weekend was busy (too boring to go in to minute details but it was hectic) I told my granny about our engagement on Saturday and she was so happy and excited she had to take a heart pill! Bless her, I was quite worried about her but through her happy tears she said that she was, and I quote “the happiest granny in the world” hearing about nagnagnag and me being engaged, she adored the ring as well and said she would do her best to stay fit and healthy for the wedding which is tentatively planned for 2008. Marriage is hugely important to my granny, I think it’s her generation and upbringing. I don’t think any of her other grandchildren have married but they all have kids, which isn’t a big deal at all to me but to my granny, although she dotes on all her grandchildren and great grandchildren, well, I think she felt it was all too modern for her, and since her son (who fathered all her other grandchildren by three different mothers and lives with none of them) never married, and her daughter (mum) split from dad at the age of 27 after 6 very rocky years, eventually got divorced and never remarried, she’s wanted a good old fashion wedding for years and she is absolutely over the moon that she’ll get one from me ;o) On Sunday nagnagnag and I went to John Lewis and set up a gift list (which is up and running now) for our engagement party we are having, and had a right giggle scanning little affordable things to put on the list online, although after I told nagnagnag I didn’t think he should play with the scanner in case he did some damage to himself, I accidentally turned it on while he was looking at it and shot the scanner laser in his eyes (not a good move by me at all!) So I think he felt a little smug after that ;o) I have to go email my sister in Trinidad now, and start to let other family know, it’s all quite exciting! Woohoo! |
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Men!
Oh. MY. GOD! I was not going online this weekend (on Tuesday I’ll reply to all the lovely emails and comments I got last week – hope that’s ok, I’ll blog and explain my busy state later ;o) After blogging THIS a few weeks ago I just had to come along and blog and let you know about this: Nagnagnag was going to drink a bottle of wine he’d left in the fridge, but he claimed it wasn’t there any more, I told him to look a bit more and he did and came back insinuating that someone else had drunk it. I felt so sorry for him I went in to the fridge to see if there was something else he could have and what do I find???? THE BOTTLE OF BLOODY WINE!!!!! It was on it’s side, on a shelf with hardly anything else in the fridge !!!! ARGH! WHY DON’T MEN LOOK!??? WHY?! Agh, anyhoo, I’ll be online to bore you bout my busy and eventful (it was quite ;o) weekend on Tuesday, so have a super bank hols all, I’m off to finish my jug of sangria and explain quantum physics (see his blog) to nagnagnag |
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Flight of the Bumble Bee (and the moths, flies, mozzies, wasps....)
Why do insects try and headbutt me? Is my head THAT large? Am I so bright that my bonce shines like a beacon in the night? (Highly unlikely.) Does my barnet smell of poo/honey/lady insects? Or is my face the centre of some insect gravitational pull? Which means that I could be the centre of their universe.......hmmmmm. Maybe not. Either way I wish they would just stop bloody attacking me, I’m not doing anything, I’m just minding my own business! It all starts when the dog needs to pee, I open the door and all of a sudden they fly out of the shadows like creepy-crawly paparazzi, zooming in on my startled expression and bumping in to me as I make my way down the garden with my blissfully unaware doggie. He meanders about sniffing around and I’m there bobbing up and down like a lifebuoy in a storm as I try and duck from the onslaught. People in the distance probably watch me as I flail about batting away creatures so small they can’t see them from their distant vantage point, so to them I’m guessing I look like some overactive schizophrenic, dancing (extremely badly) to rave music apparently only I can hear. When the dog has finally finished I walk back up the garden with the bloody things still aiming for my face like it’s covered with some ultraviolet bullseye and as they rack up accuracy results “Oh double marks for getting her right on the nose Mr BigMoth!” I’m gurning away with my face screwed up looking like a bulldog chewing a wasp and attempting to get back in the house with my eyes closed: *BANG!* “Oop, no that’s the clothes line” *BUMP!* “Ahh, that’s the BBQ, nearly there” *BOOF! - rubs nose* “Ow! That’s the doorway, now where’s the step?” *SPLAT! - gets up from the floor* “Oh there it was.” Even as I turn around to close the back door they are still hurling themselves against the pane of glass at the top half of the door, you hear them making a *tic* noise as they try one last ditch attempt to knock me unconscious and take over my house. I’m presuming that’s what they want anyway, I guess I could also just be sport to them, and somewhere in my garden there’s a little score board with a crudely drawn picture of me at the top and a couple of beetles counting up the points. Or maybe I’m just tired and my brain is running away with me. Yes, that’s more likely. Whatever they’re doing I wish they would stop bouncing off my cranium; it’s really getting on my nerves and making me feel all itchy!
Happy Birthday Panda-eyed, here’s your virtual birthday cake as promised!
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Returned To Sender
Hello campers, Sorry my blog is late I had to go in to town to talk debt stuff with the Citizens Advice Bureaux and very helpful they were indeed. After a year of dealing with the situation alone (and very well I might add, I was told I’d done a great job by the CAB) they have taken over my debt plan while I am ill so I won’t get the horrific, abusive and intimidating phone calls and letters I have been getting from some of my creditors recently which have actually made me physically ill with worry. Some creditors have been extremely bullying, despite my constant contact, regular updates and proof of my current situation, so the CAB have come to my rescue. Anyhoo, I’m back now and I felt so proud that even though I'm not feeling too well this week I had done everything that needed to be done today, and that's because I had my list: Bottle of Kaolin and Morphine for dicky tums – check! *pulls out the birthday card* Bollocks.
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I'm Sorry, I Don't Understand, I'm Not Fluent In Bullsh*t
Someone outside 20six has annoyed me greatly today by talking total and complete bollocks and so when I found this by accident on google images I thought how cool it would be to send this to them. I won't of course, it would cause FAR more problems than it's worth but it made me laugh to think of sending it ;o)
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