Scrabbleicious
here is such a word. Who cares! I don't. I've gone one better.
A friend of mine who has been playing scrabble for over 30 years now recently got an eight letter word from the top left red corner to the top middle red. Giving him some brilliant fantastic score going over a hundred. He was so pleased wit this as he had never done this before. He even took a picture of it to prove to other people that he had done it. I was there when he played this wonderful event in his life.
Me. I have been playing scrabble on my Nintendo DS for the past month on and off since i gave up work. The other day I managed a NINE letter word. Yes. NINE. N.I.N.E. No, I didn't take a picture of it. I am not that sad. But I had this feeling inside of me of disbelief. I had to look at the word two or three times to make sure I had played it right. Yep. There it was. All nine letters. RETOUCHED. The ED was already there. I just added the retouch part. I can't wait to tell my friend the next time I see him. Mind you, he probably won't believe me anyway. But I know. That's enough for me.
Today, I am helping my wife to defrost the fridge. Looking at the ice box I didn't think there was anything in there, but there was. That's how bad it was. Anyway, defrosting, with the help of the steam machine we managed to de-ice the ice box and its contents. This is where the fun starts.
Our two dogs love the ice. They love chewing on the big lumps that fall down. how they can do it without getting an ice headache I don't know. Maybe they have built in probes. This is not cold. This is not cold.
Anyway, the blonde, the dumb one of the two. She gets a big lump of ice in between her teeth. She chews it all up into smaller bits and then eats them. Approx. 2 minutes later it all comes back up including the egg and tomatoe leftovers from our Sunday brunch fry up. No matter how quick I try to be to drag her outside it is never quick enough. (if you are eating now please turn away. there are scenes of extreme colour description here) There she stangs gulping with the head down as dogs tend to do when they are just about to boke. Up it comes, right onto our nice lounge rug, and the conservatory rug, and the deck, and the back lawn. This mountain of yellow and red boke. How she can hold so much stuff in her stomach I don't know.
Of course this all has to happen just the very minute that my wife has gone out the door to take her Dad to hospital to visit her Mum in hospital (that's another story) ( it also includes a lot of boke).
So, there's me, after chasing the dog out and calling her all the names of the day ( and this being a Sunday as well) down on my knees scraping these mounds of yellow and red undigested egg and tomatoe mix off the rugs. After that, I had to go outside and hose the deck down. As for the back lawn. Let the rain deal with that. Either that or the birds will clean it up in no time. Strange thing that. There is never any waste in the wild. Not like the stuff that we humans throw out.
I have been looking back at some of the comments left by some of the readers of this gack. i am sure that there must be more intelligent people out there who could add some witticisms just for a laugh. Don't be afraid or embarrassed. we can't see you. You can even go anonymously if you so wish. But it would be nice to hear from you. Anyone.
Just click on the title above and scroll down and it's all there for you. Simple.
Cheers for now.
Posted :: Sunday 4/27/2008 8:18:00 AM
That Time of the Week Again
Yes indeed. That time of the week again. This is the creative time for me. Saturday morning listening to sounds of the 60's on Radio 2 and trying to remember if I remember that song. Or that song. No matter, I still think that the 60's were the most creative music decade, EVER. So many things were done musically in those years that had never been done before. You had singer songwriters coming on the scene. Horror on Bleaker Street there. You had folkies turning electric. More horror from the folkies themselves. Not necessarily a good thing but drugs came into the composing of some of the best music written, still being played today even though the druggies are now long dead and gone. i could go on with more stuff but it is too early in the morning. You get the picture anyway, don't you?
I have no thought for the the day, at least not yet. Too early. Favourite excuse at the moment. Is there a pattern starting here?
Plan for later this morning, when my wife gets out of the pit, is to go to the Post Office and cash in my Postal Order sent to me by a very grateful Ebayer who has bought something from me. Also to post off yet more packages to others Ebayers who have bought yet more stuff from me. It's great this. Getting rid of ones junk, sorry collectables, to people from all over the world. Example. I got a parcel from the good ole USA from a friend. She had put stamps on it instaed of one of those printy out lables that Post Offices tend to give out. now these stamps depicted the character Yoda on them from the Star Wars films. So, what to do. Put them on Ebay and see what happens. And, yep, you better believe it. Somebody bought them. Cost to me, just the cost of inserting them on Ebay otherwise all profit. Not bad for a bit of rubbish, sorry, a very collectable item.
I spent last night putting more pieces on Ebay. Money, money, money.
As i am now the dedicated house husband in training I am not doing too badly. Cooking, yes, hoovering, yes dusting, yes, using the washing machine, WHAT THE FECK! How is any sane mined person ever supposed to understand the mechanisms of this feckin' thing? I think I will need to go to night school to learn that one. Is this my Achilles Heel then? Maybe. Or is it because I couldn't be bothered? Possibly.
After the Post Office trip we, as in my wife and I, will go for our Saturday morning coffee. I really look forward to this. I say to her. 'Come on and i will take you for a coffee'. She says 'OK, where are you taking me'. I say 'Let's try here'. 'OK' says she. Then, after we have finished she pays for it. I told you I look forward to it.
Looking out of the window and seeing that there is nothing but blue sky. Great. By this afternoon it will be raining and I won't have to work outside, as much as I would love to. Not. There might be blue sky but it isn't warm enough yet to be working outside. That means only one thing. Watch a DVD. One that I want to watch. Not a sissy one like the mush that my wife likes to watch. One with action in it. One with no story line in it. One where the goodie always wins in it after killing 20 bizillion people with his/her bare hands. That sort of DVD. (It is only on a Saturday afternoon I can do this when my wife is visiting her Mum. It is also the only time I can play MY music at loud volumes.
Gotta go. Breakfast awaits me.
Posted :: Saturday 4/19/2008 2:52:00 AM
Thought for the day
Passion Fruit -------Frog spawn that has come out of the inside of your nose but tastes delicious!
Posted :: Tuesday 4/15/2008 1:56:00 AM
I've Been Persuaded
I've been persuaded to come out of retirement, sorry, that should read grumpiness after yesterdays disaster. It just goes to show. The old adages are the best. When working with these feckin' things always save, save, save.
Anyway. Grumpiness aside. What I was writing about yesterday has no more relevance for today. In other words, I couldn't be arsed doing the same thing over again. I am sure that as I write here now something will appear in my mind that I feel I should share with everyone who reads this. That is all 4 of us, so far!
Let's see now. Got up. Had food. Got dressed. Faffed about. Decided to go out. Went to the post office to post off a load of parcels to peoples from around the earth who paid me money for my junk on Ebay. Wandered about for a wee while. Went into a cafe for a coffee. Looked at the price and said 'Feck that', I'll go home and make myself one for nothing. Now we are up to the stage that I am writing this stuff.
While am writing this I phoned my daughter. Had a chat with her as it seems that I haven't seen or spoken to her for days. She does live in this house.
Wait. Wait. There was something that I saw while i was out. Something that reminded me of Monty Python from all those years ago.
It is a lovely day. Blue sky. Sunshine etc. My neighbour, God bless him, (he's a DUP man true and true) was sitting out in his front garden getting a few rays. Now this kindly neighbour of mine is not the youngest kid on the block but there he was, shirt, ties, jacket, trousers, trouser legs rolled up above his knees.....!
That's the part that reminded me of the Monty Python days. In my mind I saw John Cleese / Eric Idle etc on the beach. All my neighbour need was the knotted hankie on his head.
Later this week I have to have some blood tests done. nothing serious. Just to check levels of something in my body. I have been put on yet more feckin' tablets to keep me alive. That now makes a total of 23 tablets a day to keep me going. I often wonder how I would feel if I stopped taking them altogether. Maybe it's a conspiracy. The Government want people like me to take these tablets so that the drug companies can make billions. Anyway, 23 is the number. Is there anyone out there that can beat that. I also have 4 injections a day, 5 on a Sunday. Let's hear from you. It would be very interesting.
The one thing that I always wondered about the above. Would / could I drink more Dr Smirnoff if I stopped the tablets? Interesting thought there. Very interesting indeed.
By the way. Does nobody out there have any Rolling Stones stuff lying about that they don't want anymore? I have asked, requested and begged many times throughout this blog for kind donations but nobody has come forward yet. A good home will be made for anything that is offered. First contact can be made by clicking on the title above. should you want to be anonymous. But don't be shy. Hoke those old vinyls out. As Mick Jagger once sang 'I am waiting' Maybe that's a bit before your time. It was a B side to one of their 60's hits.
Don't forget now, the great secret of working with these things. Save, save, save.
Look forward to your comments as always
Byse byse
Posted :: Monday 4/14/2008 7:48:00 AM
How NOT to Blog
I have just spent the last hour writing a new blog.
Instead of saving the fecker I didn't. I lost it. I can't retrieve it.
I am not going to write another one as i am really pissed off.
Posted :: Sunday 4/13/2008 8:42:00 AM
News Break... News Break
News break indeed.
I have just read in the local paper that The rolling Stones film Shine A Light is going to be shown in Belfast.
Of course I am going. Silly question. I have it all arranged. Transport. Jube jubes. Ticket. Seat. And everything else that is necessary for going to see such an auspicious movie.
I will tell all after I have come back to earth. Commander Tom and all that.
Here ends the News Break
Don't forget to add your comments now. They have been so good up to now.
Posted :: Friday 4/11/2008 1:53:00 PM
Im me!!!!
Yes folks. It turns out that I am me. According to the bletherings that are going on in the writings below I am writing to myself. At least that what it looks like.
Kidding folks. It looks as though at least 2 people read this stuff that I put down, not on paper, but on your monitor, as you are reading now. I do hope that there are more of you out there. If there is it would be great to see your opinions, good of course, otherwise if they are bad I will probably cry. I am a very unstable person, not only in my mind but in my physical body as well. I will hunt you down and stick jelly up your nose, strawberry jelly of course, until you say the word. (you mean you don't know the word?) (read back all my r amblings and the name will come to you.)(here's a clue, 'he sings for a well known r 'n' r band that I like)
Sorry, I seem to have gone a bit crazed there for a moment. Never mind. Good news though. My son has got another kob. Wahey!!! He is to work for the Great Grocer that every city, town, village, hamlet, hovel has just around the coener. Yes folks, it's Tescoe. I know it's not the best job in the world, but it's a job. No more bank of Dad with him. I can spend / save my money now on things that I want. Not give it to him to piss up against the bar toilet's wall.
Today I am having what I would call a bad day. I am having continuous seizures. It is a form of epilepsy called mio tonic. I can go for weeks without any bother, but today they just won't seem to go away. As a result I haven't got any of my house husband duties done. Not a bad day's work all in all. Eh!
Due to this illness I am not allowed to work in the kitchen. Just in case I injure myself, or anyone else for that matter. If I felt like this everyday then I wouldn't have to go into the kitchen at all. Mmmmmmm I wonder!!
For any thoughts on these ramblings, remember to click on the title to send them in.
Cheers for now
Posted :: Wednesday 4/9/2008 9:33:00 AM
Tou Can Make A Comment Here
Well, as long as it isn't a rude one that is. From now on you can comment on my excellent writing skills just by clicking on the title above. I look forward to all the complimentary comments you are going to make! You ARE going to makem some, arn't you????
I was out shopping the other day with my lovely wife, she gets better looking every day, or do I need to clean my glasses? Maybe not. It is possible for someone to get better looking as they get older you know. In my eyes anyway.
Anyway, back to the shopping. We were doing the weekly grocery shopping and we were in the supermarket. After we got everything that we needed into the trolly we then went to the checkout. This is where the fun began
After everything had been passed through the computer costing device that never makes mistakes because all the items are bar coded. Eh! I'm afraid not Mr Asda. Now I know that we had a full trolly and all that. We expected to pay about the usual amount. Wait for it..........
Our total for our weekly grocery shopping came to.............
£950.88
Feckin' £950 quid. what have we got that costs so feckin' much.
We had all the stuff packed away in our reclaimed bags, (think of the environment people) and there was no fecki' way I was going to unpack and repack everything. One of the managers was called. Now this is a funny incident as well. He is a manager. He should be able to manage when there is a crisis. What does he do. He calls for help from one of the floor staff. Who by the way was able to fix the problem. Apparently there was a bar code that had been put into the main computer with the wrong figures. Not only that. It was an item that was reduced to clear. It turned out that this item cost us £880.00 quid and a few odd pence. It should have read .50p. Computers. Hah. Who would trust them?
My son has a job interview. Yippeee. If he gets the job, which I hope he does, it will mean no more bank of Mum & Dad. It will also mean that he will have to get up early. That's daylight you see out there son, real daylight. Isn't it good?
The one other thing that is going to happen very soon. There is to be a secret surprise leaving party in my honor at the Nursery where I worked
. The reason I know it's a secret surprise party is because my ex boss phoned me this week and told me about it. Some secrect surprise now. What to do. Pretend to look shocked and surprised? I will tell all after the party.
Now, I think that's enough excitement for this week. Don't forget now. Leave your comments. Be as free with your criticisms, witticisms et al. Just remember, anything nasty, language wise that is, I edit out before it shows. Hopefully, providing the programme works. Have a go and see what happens. Just click on the title above and away you go.
Cheers for now
Posted :: Saturday 4/5/2008 12:57:00 PM
