Hi peops
My last annual leave day today – then normal service is resumed next week… so while I started off thinking fab – let’s make the most of my last day of freedom– cos I’m not at work, I’ve had one of those ‘best laid plans’ days – where everything hasn’t gone quite right – but are we downhearted? No…..well yes maybe a little bit….
Y’see, I went and got a new humungous mirror to hang above the fireplace – very ‘seventies’ – I still blame Steve for all my reminiscing this last few weeks….and when I got it home I found out why it was so reasonably priced – the back is warped – the hardboard backing has two waves in it – so being the perfectionist… after all everybody is going to want to see the back aren’t they?..... I carefully lever the clips back and release the backing to see how much I may need to trim off – and then as I slide my hands back up it and slice two fingers – and bleed all over the back…..and me...and the carpet…..then the phone rang…… you’re getting the picture… then the doorbell rang…neighbour."Hello Alan" - by this time I am in mid ‘swear-box’ mode – and hoping his hearing aid was on low volume! Yes – there is blood over the door handles, phone etc etc – and now all over my PC and mouse cos I thought I’d share it with you before I go to Issie’s for dinner and bleed all over there too.
The mirror thing - I think I got back into the ‘seventies’ mindset after finding my 1975 diary – when I was 13….. it’s a real riveting read and has brought back loads of funny memories!
In it on most Sundays I mentioned recording the Top 20 on my cassette player – with a running commentary on how good some were and others not…. Carefully listed the whole of the top ten on some occasions… week of March 31st in 1975 – were Bay City Rollers Bye Bye Baby at No. 1 and The Goodies Funky Gibbon at No. 10! Kids these days don’t know what they missed out on do they with their ipods and nanowotsits… give me a good old cassette player any day…trying desperately to keep the DJ’s voice out of it in between the songs – and then you’d buy those awful LPs which were fake groups singing the songs????
On February 2nd…. “Washed and curlered my hair. It was not dry when I got them out…” What an exciting fashionable young thing I must’ve been. Facebook friends will have seen some pics already…
In fact there was a lot of excitement in 1975 as I got my first Saturday job at the hairdressers – 'Carole-Ann's - I started on Jan 11th – and got 20p an hour – so at the end of the day I picked up £1.20! I had 14p tips one day! Mom apparently came in one day and gave me 2p and wanted 1p change!
I also invented loads of fake boyfriends which I had to keep listed in my diary so I would remember the names to talk about them at school – nothing new there then ;-)
The corker was on June 22nd – when I had my first date with a real boy called Harold….. please don’t read on if you are easily offended….;-)
“Met Harold at Bournville Green. Walked through three parks, went to Rowheath – hand in hand. Had a choc-ice before he got down to business. He found a secluded gully where he slobbered all over me, he told me that he had got a ‘hard on!’ so I told him that it was time I got home. I had grass stains all over my safari suit. Came home, had tea etc…” Talk about playing it down… came home, had tea etc……!! Wonder whether poor Harold is still traumatised somewhere? :-D
Don’t think there’s much more I can say – I’ll try and find some more bits and put them on the Blog!
Have a great week folks!
Monday, 31 March 2008
Monday, 24 March 2008
Eyelash curler horror! TGIM :-)
I’ve had a bit of a shock this week, and this is why the TGIF is late – I know I’m often full of excuses, but this one is quite painful to share….
I suppose it was bound to happen one day… I’ve found out I’m too old to use eyelash curlers :-(
It has shook me up more than I thought it would. Y’see the last time I had trouble with my eyelashes was when I singed them all off accidentally fire breathing – and that was a bit of a shocker – more for the aesthetics really cos one eye had some and the other eye didn’t – well the few that remained were frizzy – like mini pubes - I still remember people’s faces as they tried to clock what was wrong with my fizzgog…..
As most of you know I’m naturally gorgeous and so have no need of make-up, so it has been a while since I used these things. I lined myself up in front of the mirror and carefully placed the top lid of lashes in the curlers and slowly squeezed together and discovered a nipping pain which I didn’t remember before, so I loosened my grip and tried again – and again….. anyway, after about the fifth attempt I leaned in closer to the mirror to see whether I could spot where I was going wrong… and discovered I was clamping the baggy skin (sod calling them laughter lines cos I’m not laughing right now!) at the outer edge of my eyelids!
I’ve decided to accept this growing old malarkey with good grace – think it all started last week with Steve’s reminiscing about the olden days white doggy doon the pavements! This week I decided to carry on with the reminiscing for real and surprise (well, it was more of a stun gun approach really – just turning up on their doorsteps) two old neighbours who I grew up with in the days when neighbours popped in and out of each others’ houses, and leaned over the garden fences – and compared whose front step was shiniest!! So I spent a nice Friday afternoon with Mommy Wickles and Nelly – mulling over old times – I even had ‘stera’ milk in my tea at Nelly’s – I’ve been gargling ever since!
Yesterday when the Met Office issued one of it’s new weekly severe weather warnings (y’know the sort – “it’s going to be a bit windy and it might snow a lot too – so don’t go out – especially if you live in Lincolnshire!” warnings, I duly ignored it and piled the old uns into the back of the pink thing, secured the plough onto her grille and drove them (mad) over to Norwich to see Uncle Roger – I was having a laaaaarf!!!! When I accidentally hit a bit of solid slush, it was like having my own personal Met Office spokeswoman in the back seat…. dad fell asleep twice so it couldn’t have been that bad – though you’d have thought I was in the Titanic hitting the icebergs….
I’ve spent today – Easter Monday having one of those therapeutic sort outs – What with digital cameras, Sat Navs, Bluetooth hands free and mobile phones I’ve got USB PC connectors, chargers and car chargers all over the place and have no idea which is which so they all lined up like Cinderalla’s seeing which bit fit where and being labelled thus, with the rest being thrown out…. a very satisfying exercise…. and on that extremely satisfying OCD note….
Bye for now – Happy Ostara :-)
Reporters interviewing a 104-year-old woman: "And what do you think is the best thing about being 104?" the reporter asked. She simply replied, "No peer pressure."
I suppose it was bound to happen one day… I’ve found out I’m too old to use eyelash curlers :-(
It has shook me up more than I thought it would. Y’see the last time I had trouble with my eyelashes was when I singed them all off accidentally fire breathing – and that was a bit of a shocker – more for the aesthetics really cos one eye had some and the other eye didn’t – well the few that remained were frizzy – like mini pubes - I still remember people’s faces as they tried to clock what was wrong with my fizzgog…..
As most of you know I’m naturally gorgeous and so have no need of make-up, so it has been a while since I used these things. I lined myself up in front of the mirror and carefully placed the top lid of lashes in the curlers and slowly squeezed together and discovered a nipping pain which I didn’t remember before, so I loosened my grip and tried again – and again….. anyway, after about the fifth attempt I leaned in closer to the mirror to see whether I could spot where I was going wrong… and discovered I was clamping the baggy skin (sod calling them laughter lines cos I’m not laughing right now!) at the outer edge of my eyelids!
I’ve decided to accept this growing old malarkey with good grace – think it all started last week with Steve’s reminiscing about the olden days white doggy doon the pavements! This week I decided to carry on with the reminiscing for real and surprise (well, it was more of a stun gun approach really – just turning up on their doorsteps) two old neighbours who I grew up with in the days when neighbours popped in and out of each others’ houses, and leaned over the garden fences – and compared whose front step was shiniest!! So I spent a nice Friday afternoon with Mommy Wickles and Nelly – mulling over old times – I even had ‘stera’ milk in my tea at Nelly’s – I’ve been gargling ever since!
Yesterday when the Met Office issued one of it’s new weekly severe weather warnings (y’know the sort – “it’s going to be a bit windy and it might snow a lot too – so don’t go out – especially if you live in Lincolnshire!” warnings, I duly ignored it and piled the old uns into the back of the pink thing, secured the plough onto her grille and drove them (mad) over to Norwich to see Uncle Roger – I was having a laaaaarf!!!! When I accidentally hit a bit of solid slush, it was like having my own personal Met Office spokeswoman in the back seat…. dad fell asleep twice so it couldn’t have been that bad – though you’d have thought I was in the Titanic hitting the icebergs….
I’ve spent today – Easter Monday having one of those therapeutic sort outs – What with digital cameras, Sat Navs, Bluetooth hands free and mobile phones I’ve got USB PC connectors, chargers and car chargers all over the place and have no idea which is which so they all lined up like Cinderalla’s seeing which bit fit where and being labelled thus, with the rest being thrown out…. a very satisfying exercise…. and on that extremely satisfying OCD note….
Bye for now – Happy Ostara :-)
Reporters interviewing a 104-year-old woman: "And what do you think is the best thing about being 104?" the reporter asked. She simply replied, "No peer pressure."
Monday, 17 March 2008
TGIM :-) Pooh Pooh Pooh.......
Hi folks
Sorry it’s a bit late – It’s been a pooh week actually – but y’know… I’ve learned that even pooh can be a good thing – and it’s not just the nurse in me………. Y’see I was getting quite concerned cos Dennis was holding back – embarrassed to pooh in front of me I suppose? I have to confess I was crass and sent a global text out when he finally used the loo……….it was a big moment for me (and Dennis I guess?)
Then…. I’ve been busy making a cake for the beautiful Emily – it was her naming ceremony on Sunday – so mum and dad wanted a Winnie the Pooh cake and I duly obliged. So y’see pooh can be a good thing…
I disappeared off on Friday, hence the late e-mail to stay at a Youth Hostel in
Edale – wont be doing that again – it was full of youths!! I enjoyed a somewhat misty 14 mile walk on Saturday led by Gary over Kinder Plateau – see the picture of the amazing view at the top….. the company was fab – as ever I love the spontaneous humour – mostly unpublishable – we were reminiscing about our childhood and Steve was talking about those e-mails that do the rounds that list the ‘olden day’ things that you all go “WOW…. I remember that….” and the most memorable thing that stuck in his mind apparently was the fact that you used to always see white dog pooh on the roads….and we did indeed all go “WOW…. I remember that….”
So yet again you can see a pattern emerging can’t you? Then the conversation got around to the fact that he’d felt right poorly the day before and was worried about coming on the walk but when he knew me and Gail would be there felt ‘safer’….. I pointed out that it was ‘time and a half’ on Saturdays and that I would demand payment before any resuscitation – and quick as a flash he said “I’d be happy to – just tell me where I can swipe my card…………..”
Congrats to those of you who realised that Dennis is in fact a moggie, here's a pic - not his best angle - but anoither momentous moment when he finally learned how to use his flap.... and to those of you who thought I’d finally lost the plot and let a real blokey over the threshold – you really don’t know me as well as you thought do you? I’ll never weaken you know – mind you a real blokey doesn’t wouldn’t leave half as much fluff as Dennis does after rolling round on my carpet ;-)
Now finally the exciting bit is that if you missed donating to Sport Relief and are feeling guilty, it’s not too late - how about checking out this link and reading all about what Alex’s dad Rob (and the whole family) got up to on Saturday – it really was an amazing feat – I wish I’d gone really – as it would have been my first bit of proper ‘pulling’ this year – and it is in a good cause – Forces Hospital Charity - I shall be donating some dosh as soon as I’ve finished this.
This link tells you all about it – with some great photos http://www.virtualchaos.co.uk/blog/
And this one tells you a bit more and gives you a link to donate – tho beware this one slows your PC up a bit – http://www.forceshospitalcharity.org/
I’ll leave you with this thought….
"You know that your landing gear is up and locked when it takes full power to taxi to the terminal."
Sorry it’s a bit late – It’s been a pooh week actually – but y’know… I’ve learned that even pooh can be a good thing – and it’s not just the nurse in me………. Y’see I was getting quite concerned cos Dennis was holding back – embarrassed to pooh in front of me I suppose? I have to confess I was crass and sent a global text out when he finally used the loo……….it was a big moment for me (and Dennis I guess?)
Then…. I’ve been busy making a cake for the beautiful Emily – it was her naming ceremony on Sunday – so mum and dad wanted a Winnie the Pooh cake and I duly obliged. So y’see pooh can be a good thing…
I disappeared off on Friday, hence the late e-mail to stay at a Youth Hostel in
Edale – wont be doing that again – it was full of youths!! I enjoyed a somewhat misty 14 mile walk on Saturday led by Gary over Kinder Plateau – see the picture of the amazing view at the top….. the company was fab – as ever I love the spontaneous humour – mostly unpublishable – we were reminiscing about our childhood and Steve was talking about those e-mails that do the rounds that list the ‘olden day’ things that you all go “WOW…. I remember that….” and the most memorable thing that stuck in his mind apparently was the fact that you used to always see white dog pooh on the roads….and we did indeed all go “WOW…. I remember that….”So yet again you can see a pattern emerging can’t you? Then the conversation got around to the fact that he’d felt right poorly the day before and was worried about coming on the walk but when he knew me and Gail would be there felt ‘safer’….. I pointed out that it was ‘time and a half’ on Saturdays and that I would demand payment before any resuscitation – and quick as a flash he said “I’d be happy to – just tell me where I can swipe my card…………..”
Congrats to those of you who realised that Dennis is in fact a moggie, here's a pic - not his best angle - but anoither momentous moment when he finally learned how to use his flap.... and to those of you who thought I’d finally lost the plot and let a real blokey over the threshold – you really don’t know me as well as you thought do you? I’ll never weaken you know – mind you a real blokey doesn’t wouldn’t leave half as much fluff as Dennis does after rolling round on my carpet ;-)
Now finally the exciting bit is that if you missed donating to Sport Relief and are feeling guilty, it’s not too late - how about checking out this link and reading all about what Alex’s dad Rob (and the whole family) got up to on Saturday – it really was an amazing feat – I wish I’d gone really – as it would have been my first bit of proper ‘pulling’ this year – and it is in a good cause – Forces Hospital Charity - I shall be donating some dosh as soon as I’ve finished this.
This link tells you all about it – with some great photos http://www.virtualchaos.co.uk/blog/
And this one tells you a bit more and gives you a link to donate – tho beware this one slows your PC up a bit – http://www.forceshospitalcharity.org/
I’ll leave you with this thought….
"You know that your landing gear is up and locked when it takes full power to taxi to the terminal."
Have a good week
Kimmie x
Friday, 7 March 2008
Dennis moves in TGIF :-)
Hi folks
So much has happened over the last fortnight, I don’t know where to start – I have had a male move in – yes I know… I know… I swore I’d never do it, and even more madly we have only just met, but he’s won me round and we have had a fabulous first week together – I’ll tell you more at the end….
It was a particularly hard week at work – it’s a whole month since I got back from New Zealand, and to rub salt in the wounds the gloating postcard I sent to my work colleagues finally arrived – of course it didn’t have the impact I’d hoped for since I was also there to receive the big size ‘Sheep grinning’ postcard saying “I’m here and you’re there!”… Mind you it has spurred me into finally sorting the NZ shots out – should be on the Blog next week latest.
The Chateau Impney carvery with Numpts and Dave was fab – boy did I put it away! I was lucky – I had a little stretchy black number on – whereas the rest of the guys were in their mess kit – shame…..buttons straining all over the place…. I caught up with Heather (at last) too last weekend and had a girlie sleepover, with Pat & Hils there too - which may explain why I’ve been a wet blanket all this week – one night out and it takes me a week to recover! Heather provided the healthy first course, and I ruined it with my famous’ Tiramisu – mind you I’d used low fat mascarpone and organic coffee to bolster the quarter bottle of Amaretto :-D I’m sure that was the reason for my delicate head on Sunday morning – which didn’t bode well for picking Dennis up to come and live with me, but it’s good that he has seen me at my worst already!
So… come Monday I rise blearily for work, and wander over to my garage and was shocked to find the car had gone….and then there was that embarrassing dawning realisation that I hadn’t put it in there after the heavy weekend….. I’d walked past the car on my drive (must’ve been in my blind spot) and crossed the road to the garage….. needless to say the neighbours have found it highly amusing – and Easton next door even sent me a text the night after to let me know where my car was so I wouldn’t miss it the next morning – har har!!
Anyway, more about Dennis….we only met a couple of weeks ago, and I was feeling a bit pressurised and needed time to think about it properly because it’s quite a big step for me – with my independence and everything, but he was forced to move out when his previous landlady became ill, so I offered to make room. He’s eating me out of house and home – I’m not used to having to look after two. Fortunately, he’s fully house trained ;-) and he’s ginger!!!! Yes, yes I know… I can hardly believe it – but it’s dark so quite handsome… but then I’m biased. He’s quite stocky, so consequently when he sits on my lap my legs go to sleep!! He’s 32 years old (which in cat years is around 4 I believe?), and so far touch wood, we are getting on OK.
As a PS, just to say I should’ve known better than to take the pee out of Sarah’
s new babe’s name – Flynn… she is rather miffed as any new mum would be I guess :-/…and now I can't bring myself to reassure her that it is probably better than Damien…. or John Thomas…. Or Gromit………. Mind you I read in the papers about a couple who made a bit of a howler when they called their newborn son ‘Drew’ and their surname was Peacock…. Just keep saying it together slowly………..got to larf haven’t you…….says she who has a cat called Dennis, and has lived with a dog’s name all her life….. :-D
Anyway, I’m heading off downstairs cos he’s calling me.
Have a great weekend – I gather there’s a storm coming in so I better batten the cat flap down!!
Kim x
So much has happened over the last fortnight, I don’t know where to start – I have had a male move in – yes I know… I know… I swore I’d never do it, and even more madly we have only just met, but he’s won me round and we have had a fabulous first week together – I’ll tell you more at the end….
It was a particularly hard week at work – it’s a whole month since I got back from New Zealand, and to rub salt in the wounds the gloating postcard I sent to my work colleagues finally arrived – of course it didn’t have the impact I’d hoped for since I was also there to receive the big size ‘Sheep grinning’ postcard saying “I’m here and you’re there!”… Mind you it has spurred me into finally sorting the NZ shots out – should be on the Blog next week latest.
The Chateau Impney carvery with Numpts and Dave was fab – boy did I put it away! I was lucky – I had a little stretchy black number on – whereas the rest of the guys were in their mess kit – shame…..buttons straining all over the place…. I caught up with Heather (at last) too last weekend and had a girlie sleepover, with Pat & Hils there too - which may explain why I’ve been a wet blanket all this week – one night out and it takes me a week to recover! Heather provided the healthy first course, and I ruined it with my famous’ Tiramisu – mind you I’d used low fat mascarpone and organic coffee to bolster the quarter bottle of Amaretto :-D I’m sure that was the reason for my delicate head on Sunday morning – which didn’t bode well for picking Dennis up to come and live with me, but it’s good that he has seen me at my worst already!
So… come Monday I rise blearily for work, and wander over to my garage and was shocked to find the car had gone….and then there was that embarrassing dawning realisation that I hadn’t put it in there after the heavy weekend….. I’d walked past the car on my drive (must’ve been in my blind spot) and crossed the road to the garage….. needless to say the neighbours have found it highly amusing – and Easton next door even sent me a text the night after to let me know where my car was so I wouldn’t miss it the next morning – har har!!
Anyway, more about Dennis….we only met a couple of weeks ago, and I was feeling a bit pressurised and needed time to think about it properly because it’s quite a big step for me – with my independence and everything, but he was forced to move out when his previous landlady became ill, so I offered to make room. He’s eating me out of house and home – I’m not used to having to look after two. Fortunately, he’s fully house trained ;-) and he’s ginger!!!! Yes, yes I know… I can hardly believe it – but it’s dark so quite handsome… but then I’m biased. He’s quite stocky, so consequently when he sits on my lap my legs go to sleep!! He’s 32 years old (which in cat years is around 4 I believe?), and so far touch wood, we are getting on OK.
As a PS, just to say I should’ve known better than to take the pee out of Sarah’
s new babe’s name – Flynn… she is rather miffed as any new mum would be I guess :-/…and now I can't bring myself to reassure her that it is probably better than Damien…. or John Thomas…. Or Gromit………. Mind you I read in the papers about a couple who made a bit of a howler when they called their newborn son ‘Drew’ and their surname was Peacock…. Just keep saying it together slowly………..got to larf haven’t you…….says she who has a cat called Dennis, and has lived with a dog’s name all her life….. :-DAnyway, I’m heading off downstairs cos he’s calling me.
Have a great weekend – I gather there’s a storm coming in so I better batten the cat flap down!!
Kim x
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