If you are a regular reader of this load of drivel, you will know that I work in a school.
We are back on Tuesday for the new school year, although my youngest isn't back until Wednesday.
What I want to know is, Where does the time go?" It doesn't seem that long since it was end of term. More to the point, have I done what I hoped to do during the break? The answer to that one is simple, NO!
The medication I got from the doctor knocked me sideways for a while.
I have managed to keep up with my swimming, and managed to walk the dog most days, so am happy about that.
I have also read quite a lot of books, and started a patchwork quilt for my own bed.
And painted about a 1/3 of the walls and ceiling in the back bedroom. I hope to paint more tomorrow.
But!!!! my ankle has been aching quite a bit the last two or three days, so I think at some point I may have over done things. Probably on Friday, when I got up early, then was busy until around 4-4.30 in the afternoon.
Old Bean is now safely out of the path of Hurricane Gustav. Just typical ain't it, the hurricane decides to arrive on a USA holiday weekend! I know it's serious, and my thoughts are with them.
Sunday, 31 August 2008
Saturday, 30 August 2008
Saturday night again
I know I haven't posted for nearly a week. For a Saturday it is very quiet here. No Eastern Europeans wall walking, no TWOCers, no one dumping cars in the street and running off.
Not much happening at all.
There's no-one really online who I talk to either. Mind you, Old Bean is busy getting stuff packed in case Gustav hits. They are going to a relative's house out of the path of Gustav. When the last biggy hit that area I didn't know anyone there, and it was just stuff on a map. I was disgusted then how slowly the USA central government reacted to the crisis. They send aid swifter to places not in their country, perhaps the illustrious leader was trying to find New Orleans on a world map, little knowing it was in his own country.
Have had a busy week, but not really done anything note worthy. Have been doing some work on the back bedroom for Edwin, but not as much as I'd like, due to adjusting to the tablets the doc has given me. I should be able to get stuck into things soon, or rather work my way through thins slowly but surely.
It's back to work on Tuesday for me. Everything should be quite organised, as I think I got most of the resources ready for DT before the summer. We have a new DT teacher starting, can't remember his surname, but his first name is Ben, tall bloke, not that old.
Not much happening at all.
There's no-one really online who I talk to either. Mind you, Old Bean is busy getting stuff packed in case Gustav hits. They are going to a relative's house out of the path of Gustav. When the last biggy hit that area I didn't know anyone there, and it was just stuff on a map. I was disgusted then how slowly the USA central government reacted to the crisis. They send aid swifter to places not in their country, perhaps the illustrious leader was trying to find New Orleans on a world map, little knowing it was in his own country.
Have had a busy week, but not really done anything note worthy. Have been doing some work on the back bedroom for Edwin, but not as much as I'd like, due to adjusting to the tablets the doc has given me. I should be able to get stuck into things soon, or rather work my way through thins slowly but surely.
It's back to work on Tuesday for me. Everything should be quite organised, as I think I got most of the resources ready for DT before the summer. We have a new DT teacher starting, can't remember his surname, but his first name is Ben, tall bloke, not that old.
Friday, 22 August 2008
Muuuuuuum!
My youngest came into the living room while I was watching TV , having my random thoughts of the earlier post. He announced, "I've made a bit more room in the glasses cupboard, Mum. Things will fit in a little easier now."
cheeky monkey! He'd broken a glass.
Mind you, he's right, things will fit in better now.
I wasn't cross, but who could be when he cleaned all the mess up himself, well he is 15, and put it so uniquely?
It happens in spates here, glasses and crockery getting broken. There's plenty more glasses, except they are either pint ones or smallish tumblers now, no half pint ones left. What's the posh name for them, Hi-ball glasses?
Should I make my son and his gf eat at Maccy Ds to collect some their promotional glasses? Or just offer visitors teeny tiny drinks, or huge ones. (I do have other glasses, but they are no better as they are champagne flutes ...from waaaaaaaaaaay back, when they used to give glasses away with fuel at garages.)
Nooooooooooo, don't want to be accused of cruelty.
And before I go, the weekend started in true style.
Earlier on there were 2 police vehicles outside, a tow truck thing, and what I can only guess was a stolen Corsa. The Police loaded the Corsa onto the tow truck doodah, and it was taken away, and I heard through the open window something about, driving without a license and insurance. Guess the scruffy looking individual was a TWOCer. And it's only Friday evening!
cheeky monkey! He'd broken a glass.
Mind you, he's right, things will fit in better now.
I wasn't cross, but who could be when he cleaned all the mess up himself, well he is 15, and put it so uniquely?
It happens in spates here, glasses and crockery getting broken. There's plenty more glasses, except they are either pint ones or smallish tumblers now, no half pint ones left. What's the posh name for them, Hi-ball glasses?
Should I make my son and his gf eat at Maccy Ds to collect some their promotional glasses? Or just offer visitors teeny tiny drinks, or huge ones. (I do have other glasses, but they are no better as they are champagne flutes ...from waaaaaaaaaaay back, when they used to give glasses away with fuel at garages.)
Nooooooooooo, don't want to be accused of cruelty.
And before I go, the weekend started in true style.
Earlier on there were 2 police vehicles outside, a tow truck thing, and what I can only guess was a stolen Corsa. The Police loaded the Corsa onto the tow truck doodah, and it was taken away, and I heard through the open window something about, driving without a license and insurance. Guess the scruffy looking individual was a TWOCer. And it's only Friday evening!
Random thoughts
Do random thoughts come into other people's heads unbidden? I don't think I'm the only one this happens to.
After eating tonight was watching something on the TV, and for some reason this question popped into my head.
"How do you find out you can sword swallow?"
What sort of thing is the person doing when they find out that they can sword swallow? Trying to commit suicide in a unique way?
Trying to dislodge a stuck piece of food?
Staving off a murderous attack in the only way possible?
What sort of sane person picks up a sword and sticks it down their outstretched throat, after all, if you've done even the most basic biology you would know that around 6 inches down it starts to get twisty.
One on from this is fire eating, or is it? Perhaps I should have asked my friend who fire-eats, what made her decide to give it a try? Mind you, on reflection, fire-eating isn't as bizarre as sword swallowing. And lying on a bed of nails, well so long as you don't bounce up and down I can see that working as your weight is spread over the area, and the nails are fairly close together, aren't they?
Fire-walking is another one that puzzles me, why not just go around?
Perhaps some kind soul will read this, and have the answers, then again, maybe not! More likely to just get even more imponderable questions posed.
After eating tonight was watching something on the TV, and for some reason this question popped into my head.
"How do you find out you can sword swallow?"
What sort of thing is the person doing when they find out that they can sword swallow? Trying to commit suicide in a unique way?
Trying to dislodge a stuck piece of food?
Staving off a murderous attack in the only way possible?
What sort of sane person picks up a sword and sticks it down their outstretched throat, after all, if you've done even the most basic biology you would know that around 6 inches down it starts to get twisty.
One on from this is fire eating, or is it? Perhaps I should have asked my friend who fire-eats, what made her decide to give it a try? Mind you, on reflection, fire-eating isn't as bizarre as sword swallowing. And lying on a bed of nails, well so long as you don't bounce up and down I can see that working as your weight is spread over the area, and the nails are fairly close together, aren't they?
Fire-walking is another one that puzzles me, why not just go around?
Perhaps some kind soul will read this, and have the answers, then again, maybe not! More likely to just get even more imponderable questions posed.
Is it just me?
Is it just me, or does this happen to other people?
Sometimes I will be reading a book, and the next book I pick up also mentions a minor incident.
For instance, the current book I am reading, and the two previous have all had the narrator commenting on the behaviour of flies. I know, it's odd. But I have found this before, obviously not about flies in the past, but a minor incident recurring in successive books by different authors.
Sometimes I will be reading a book, and the next book I pick up also mentions a minor incident.
For instance, the current book I am reading, and the two previous have all had the narrator commenting on the behaviour of flies. I know, it's odd. But I have found this before, obviously not about flies in the past, but a minor incident recurring in successive books by different authors.
Thursday, 21 August 2008
Tatling Shadow, again!
Today is Spark's 7th birthday.
Last night, Shadow was in the yard, whining and crying, and she came to me, whined and cried.
I called Spark ,but no answer. Shadow went into the yard and cried more.
I called Spark again, and he eventually appeared, covered in erm...I don't know, but he stank and was more brown than white.
Straight in the bath for him. That was what was wrong with Shadow, she couldn't follow Spark and knew he shouldn't be out alone.
Last night, Shadow was in the yard, whining and crying, and she came to me, whined and cried.
I called Spark ,but no answer. Shadow went into the yard and cried more.
I called Spark again, and he eventually appeared, covered in erm...I don't know, but he stank and was more brown than white.
Straight in the bath for him. That was what was wrong with Shadow, she couldn't follow Spark and knew he shouldn't be out alone.
Am still here
I'm really sorry that I haven't posted any of my daft guff for a while.
I've been distracted.
Anyway, I thought here might be a fun place to share one of my daft, "off at a tangent moments".
I was talking to a friend about a local takeaway place, and commented that they use "ham substitute" instead of real ham, then I realised that as the place also provided curry they may be Muslim.
My brain went totally off at a tangent then about the "ham substitute"
I had this mental image of little bits of "ham substitute" running around the perimeter of the pizza as the delivery person drove to the delivery, and it leaping into place onto the pizza as the doorbell is rung.
OK!
Yes, I agree with you, a very nutty mental image, but that is what sports subs do...warm up before joining in.
I've been distracted.
Anyway, I thought here might be a fun place to share one of my daft, "off at a tangent moments".
I was talking to a friend about a local takeaway place, and commented that they use "ham substitute" instead of real ham, then I realised that as the place also provided curry they may be Muslim.
My brain went totally off at a tangent then about the "ham substitute"
I had this mental image of little bits of "ham substitute" running around the perimeter of the pizza as the delivery person drove to the delivery, and it leaping into place onto the pizza as the doorbell is rung.
OK!
Yes, I agree with you, a very nutty mental image, but that is what sports subs do...warm up before joining in.
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