Archive for January, 2012

Never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyways.

Oh I got all excited about this I have always want to see the aurora borealis   but alas we are in the wrong part of the country. Did any of you see it?

Children are now lacking in vitamin D  and all children and pregnant mothers should take a supplement. I don’t remember taking a vit D supplement when I was pregnant, I did however take iron which did terrible things to my bowels. I do remember however being told to ‘Take baby out for a walk everyday no matter what the weather’ you don’t see mom’s walking with babies in prams any more, perhaps that should be promoted.



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Meditation is the dissolution of thoughts in Eternal awareness or Pure consciousness without objectification, knowing without thinking, merging finitude in infinity.


I found this on Kate’s site, learn about the galaxy in a short time.

I was watching a program the other day that was supposed to be set in the 60s and they were playing Black Sabbaths Paranoid, and as we all know that was not released until 1970, ooooh time travel, I have also watched the most beauitfull film called Wings of Desire, it left me with a smile on my face and a tear in my eye.

Just finished reading The Wee Free men by Terry Pratchett, what can I say it’s Terry enough said, and Ben in the World by Doris Lessing, it’s the follow up to The fifth Child, Ben finds out what he is, I didn’t think this book was half as good as the first one, it all seemed a little far fetched.

The government want to cap the amount of benefits that can be claimed by families, and the cap is to be set at £26,000 a year, I have never earned that much and some people are up in arms because they think people living on benefit should have more. One minster was saying that some families will have to move out of their homes and move into somewhere they can afford, just like the rest of us then. Sturth if I could afford to move there’s no way I would be living here.

As hubby’s leg is still playing him up we decided on another short walk so on Sunday we did the Edgbaston Reservoir and Summerfield Park walk (2 ½ mile, well just over as we went around the park a couple of times). The reservoir had very little water in it as you can see from the Photos.  What looks like sand banks and grass should be water. As you can see the weather wasn’t bright but very dull and cold with a wind that cut threw clothes and skin right to the bone, a day that makes you feel alive.

How is putting the price of stamps up  going to make more people use the Royal Mail?

Heres a fun site what todays movie posters would look like if they had been made in the 50s and 60s


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Law of the Theater – At any event, the people whose seats are furthest from the aisle, always arrive last. They are
the ones who will leave their seats several times to go for food, beer, or the toilet and who leave early before the end of the performance or the game is over. The folks in the isle seats come early, never move once, have long gangly legs or big bellies, and stay to the bitter end of the performance. . The aisle people also are very surly folk.

Well I thought winter had finial arrived, we have had a couple of frosty mornings, but no I was wrong. It as gone mild again. I need to get a life, by 7.30 this morning I had washed and dried one load of towels, made a meat pie for hubby to take to work, baked a coffee and walnut cake, 12 mince pies, a jelly, 2 loaves of bread and emptied and wiped out a cupboard I thought there was a leak in, that turned out to be condensation.

All the years I have spent at Sandwell valley first as a little one with mom and dad, then a teenager walking the woods, then with number 1 when he was little and there were two bits I still have never seen one being Sot’s Hole and the other Ice House Pool and Cascade Pool. So on a frosty Sunday morning that’s where we headed and the photos are HERE.  The route and maps are HERE and HERE  if you fancy a little walk and live close enough. Funny thing is I have walked in Priory Woods many times over the years but always stuck to the woodland walks and must have walked past the Ice House and Cascade pool a thousand times and never seen either. A lot of work as been done since I last walked there, at one time you had to know where the old Priory was as it was hidden by trees, these have now been cut back and information boards put in. Good on one hand but somehow it has taken the ‘feel’ away. A lot of new tracks have been laid making it easer to walk too; I suppose that’s the access to all thing.

On Monday the fuse box refused to reset so the emergency electrician was called out and we were told we needed a new circuit box, so on Tuesday that was replaced.
The porch door was replaced but it took such a lot of banging and pushing to remove the old one that the corrugated plastic ceiling has broken off, so now that has to be replaced, (you know they say money can’t buy you happiness, well at this present moment in time…)

I have read Telling Tales a History of literary Hoaxes by Melissa Katsoulis, a very entertaining book about some of the hoaxes that have been pulled over the last few hundred years.

We have also watched The Big Lebowski  and Barton Fink both very surreal but that said good fun. Blood simple.  very dark and  The Hudsucker Proxy

very funny in a strange way.

Many of us over 50, WAY over 50, or on the way to 50 are quite confused about how we should present ourselves. We’re unsure about the kind of image we are projecting and whether or not we are correct as we try to conform to current fashions.

Despite what you may have seen on the streets, the following combinations DO NOT go together and should be avoided:

1. A nose ring and bifocals

2. Spiked hair and bald spots

3. A pierced tongue and dentures

4. Miniskirts and support hose

5. Ankle bracelets and corn pads

6. Speedo’s and cellulite

7. A belly button ring and a gall bladder surgery scar

8. Unbuttoned disco shirts and a heart monitor

9. Midriff shirts and a midriff bulge

10. Pierced nipples that hang below the waist

11. Bikinis and liver spots

12. Short shorts and varicose veins

13. Inline skates and a walker

And the ultimate ‘Bad Taste’ in fashion ! for the ‘Older folks’…………………

14. Thongs and Depends

Please keep these basic guidelines foremost in your mind when you shop. Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance.


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“The reason fat people are happy is that their nerves are well protected.”

– Luciano Pavarotti

So what’s been happening since I last put finger to key board. We went for a stroll around Forge Mill Lake and farm where I gave some baby cows a bit of a fuss and then onto Sandwell Valley for a walk around Swan Pond and into the farm where we watched a pig trying to demolish his pen and I had a chat with a hen, yes I did. She clucked then I clucked, then she clucked, you get the picture. If there’s one thing I don’t like about the valley is the fact that the only toilet and tearoom is inside the farm, which there is a charge to get into. So if you take little ones into the valley for the day and they need to go its £1.50 an adult and 50p a child. £2.00 for a tinkle, and that’s if you only have one child. Likewise if you have walked the valley and surrounding area and fancy a cuppa its £1.50 before you start. Not good really is it?

I have spent sometime in the garden tidying, it never looks any better this time of year but I always feel better when I have done it.

I watched Fargo,  which was good but very strange.

It’s love your liver month and for once this advice seems sensible.

Yet another earthquake in Indonesia

and who in this day has £72 a week to spend on one persons meals, even if it is to lose weight? Another thing all these people you see that have lost a lot of weight, where is all the excess flesh, I know from losing weight myself you get a lot of hanging flesh. Have they all had surgery to remove it as well?

Talking about a waste of money £32 billion on a train that won’t be completed for 21 years. Funny how we are being told there is no money to keep the old warm, day centres for the vulnerable open or maintain parks and public places, but we can find £32 billion for a train no one is going to be able to afford to ride. £32 billion would build a lot of houses for the homeless you know.

A man is driving down the road and breaks down near a monastery He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, “My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?”

The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, and even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound; a sound like no other that he has ever heard. The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.”

The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way. Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery.

The monks again accept him, feed him, and even fix his car.

That night, he hears the same strange mesmerizing sound that he had heard years earlier.

The next morning, he asks what the sound was, but the monks reply, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.”

The man says, “All right, all right. I’m dying to know. If the only way I can find out what that sound was, is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?”

The monks reply, “You must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these numbers, you will become a monk.”

The man sets about his task. Some forty-five years later, he returns and knocks on the door of the monastery. He says, “I have travelled the earth and devoted my life to the task demanded and have found what you had asked for. There are 371,145,236,284,232 blades of grass and 231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth.”

The monks reply, “Congratulations, you are correct and now you are a monk. We shall now show you the way to the sound.”

The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, “The sound is behind that door.”

The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked. He asks, “May I have the key?”

The monks give him the key, and he opens the door.

Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man requests the key to the stone door.

The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. He demands another key from the monks, who provide it. Behind that door is another door, this one made of sapphire. And so it went until the man had gone through doors of emerald, silver, topaz, and amethyst.

Finally, the monks say, “This is the key to the last door!”

The man is relieved to no end. He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he is astonished to find the source of that strange sound. It is truly an amazing and unbelievable sight!








. . . But I can’t tell you what it is because you’re not a monk.


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A Week Gone

A diplomat is someone who can tell you to go to hell in such a way that you will look forward to the trip.

Well it seems the house and our belongings have it in for us. Just before Christmas the lights and microwave blew up and 2 days into the new year the hair dryer blew up sparks, smoke the lot, then the door to the porch decided it had had enough and the lock gave out, while the door was shut, (locking us in) and it’s one of those 5 bolt security locks, which meant the door coming off, but first the builder had to find somewhere that sold the internal bolts that fit our door, then (come on this is us we are talking about nothing is ever easy), a phone call from the builder informed us that the door we have is no longer made, so the whole panal, (door, frame, and the bits around it) would have to be changed. I really need a lotto win, haha.

I managed to slip down the stairs and hurt my back, but I didn’t do it as spectacularly as L who did it down their stairs the day after I did it down ours. They slipped down their stairs and went through the front door! Their Ok just a sore back like me. We could be a double act.

Just finished reading Brick Lane by Monica Ali. A young girl is sent from a Bangladeshi village to London to marry a man 20 years older than her. This is a lovely book set over a period of years about love, life and awakening. It is so well written that I felt I knew these people. All the way though you have the feeling of this is not going to end well but hoping that it really will. I will not give the ending away you need to read it.


Mean Moms

Someday when my children are old enough to
understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will
tell them, as my Mean Mom told me: I loved you
enough . . . to ask where you were going, with whom,
and what time you would be home.

I loved you enough to be silent and let you
discover that your new best friend was a creep.

I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours
while you cleaned your room, a job that should have taken 15 minutes.

I loved you enough to let you see anger,
disappointment, and tears in my eyes. Children must
learn that their parents aren’t perfect.

I loved you enough to let you assume the
responsibility for your actions even when the
penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.

But most of all, I loved you enough . . . to say
NO when I knew you would hate me for it.

Those were the most difficult battles of all. I’m
glad I won them, because in the end you won, too.
And someday when your children are old enough to
understand the logic that motivates parents, you will tell them.

Was your Mom mean? I know mine was. We had the
meanest mother in the whole world! While other kids
ate candy for breakfast, we had to have cereal, eggs, and toast.

When others had a Pepsi and a Twinkie for lunch, we had to eat sandwiches.

And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was
different from what other kids had, too.

Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all
times. You’d think we were convicts in a prison. She
had to know who our friends were, and what we were
doing with them. She insisted that if we said we
would be gone for an hour, we would be gone for an hour or less.

We were ashamed to admit it, but she had the nerve
to break the Child Labor Laws by making us work.

We had to wash the dishes, make the beds, learn to cook,

vacuum the floor, do laundry, empty the trash
and all sorts of cruel jobs. I think she would lie
awake at night thinking of more things for us to do.

She always insisted on us telling the truth, the
whole truth, and nothing but the truth. By the time
we were teenagers, she could read our minds and had
eyes in the back of her head. Then, life was really tough!

Mother wouldn’t let our friends just honk the horn
when they drove up. They had to come up to the door
so she could meet them. While everyone else could
date when they were 12 or 13, we had to wait until we were 16

( or in my case…umm never.lol )

Because of our mother we missed out on lots of
things other kids experienced. None of us have ever
been caught shoplifting, vandalizing other’s
property or ever arrested for any crime. It was all her fault.

Now that we have left home, we are all educated,
honest adults. We are doing our best to be mean
parents just like Mom was.

I think that is what’s wrong with the world today.
It just doesn’t have enough mean moms!

(And Their Kids!!!)


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2012 already

“I am in shape. Round is a shape.”

– Anonymous

Happy new one to you all, hope it was a good one.

I don’t make New Year resolutions but I am going to get my health under control this year, I am going to follow the diet the hospital gave me and I hope to encourage one member of the household to understand that it is not necessary to eat everything in the cupboard all at one go, and another that a little more exercise and a little less drink wouldn’t be a bad thing. Yes I know I have my work cut out for me. Haha.

I really must learn to read the labels on things, just after Christmas I saw artificial Christmas trees on sale, mmmmm I thought we need a new one for the kitchen and £11 is not bad for a five foot tree, so in my basket it went. After we had left the shop and were halfway home hubby asked,
‘Why a six foot tree’
‘It’s not a six foot tree’ I replied
‘Err yes it is’ he said
‘Its five foot’ I said pointing at the box
‘It is in two halves’ he said
‘I don’t think so’ I said

The only thing I have to say on the matter is…I will need more globes next year!

We headed for the coast New Years day, Weston-Super-Mare to be precise. We parked by the pier and walked along the beach to UpHill and then back the other way as far as Birnbeck Pier. Walking back along the sea wall, we had a wander onto the pier which was very busy, so we popped into a cafe and had a spot of lunch, hubby had seaside fish and chips and I had a Jacket potato, (see being good). Then the heavens opened, so we headed back to the car and it rained all the way home.

I have just finished reading QI the Book Of General Ignorance by John Lloyd and John Mitchinson with foreword by Stephen fry and four words by Alan Davies. It’s pretty much like the TV program full of facts you thought you knew, but don’t. How many wives did Henry VIII have? Wrong, he had only two legal ones, or four if you are catholic as the book points out, and here’s how, Henry’s marriage to Anne of Cleves was annulled which means it never took place. Henry’s marriage to Anne Boleyn was declared illegal because the king was still married to Catherine of Aragon when he married her. Henry then declared he was never married to Catherine B because according to the Old Testament a man can’t lay with his brother’s window. Henry then annulled his marriage to Catherine Howard, (but still have both of them beheaded).

You have four nostrils not two, and panthers are not black because there’s no such thing as a panther. All big cats are panthers. What people think of as panthers are black leopards or black jaguars, I could go on, but I won’t.

I have also read The Road by Cormac McCarthy. Set in the future when the world is nothing but ash, a man struggles to find somewhere safe for his son. A very disturbing book but once picked up this book is very hard to put down.


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Auld Lang Syne
Robert Burns

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp,
And surely I’ll be mine!
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

We twa hae run about the braes,
And pu’d the gowans fine;
But we’ve wandered mony a weary fit
Sin’ auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidled i’ the burn,
Frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roared
Sin’ auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere,
And gie’s a hand o’ thine!
And we’ll tak a right guid-willie waught

For auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.


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