Saturday 29 November 2008
A Cheeky Visitor
I can always tell when winter is approaching, as that cheeky mouse who lives in the field next door tries to gain access to my home, in order to gorge himself on the dog biscuits. Ive had to save his sorry hide on more than one occassion from the dogs. Why do I stop the dogs from killing him my hubby asks? "I dunno", I answer, and then I feel my lips starting to quiver and water spurting from my pathetic eyeballs. He's torn between feeling guilty at my tears, and angry at my stupidness. Then with a shrug and a sigh he gives up and walks away. I cant help it. I know Im daft, and the mouse is vermin in the eyes of others, but I have this karma thing going on. Plus the tiny little thing is rather cute. Ive' even given Mr Mouse a name. I daren't tell hubby I have christened him Lucky though, as he may finally lose his patience and attempt to put that to the test.
Dance With Me
He bowed so lowly, brushing the ground
and desperately grasped as she spun around.
Twisting towards her with creaks and a groan,
“dance with me wind I’m so much alone!”
“You have shorn my crown, laid bare my friends,
crooked my back and make no amends.”
She buffered his request, and with a shrill,
laughed at his pretence of a sapling will.
and desperately grasped as she spun around.
Twisting towards her with creaks and a groan,
“dance with me wind I’m so much alone!”
“You have shorn my crown, laid bare my friends,
crooked my back and make no amends.”
She buffered his request, and with a shrill,
laughed at his pretence of a sapling will.
Monday 10 November 2008
I can just taste it now
Cake Mountain
A meringue of white peaks
sprinkled with snowy icing
decorated with windswept swirls
and topped with a cherry sun
Friday 7 November 2008
It's Been One Of Those Days...........
My computer went doolally earlier and my broadband packed up, and I started having withdrawal symptoms and heart palpatations. Thanks to AOL tech staff though I got it all tickety-boo again. I have a love/hate relationship with the internet and my computer. I hate it because neither of them will bend to my bidding as I want them to, but I cannot live without them either.
The day was also confounded by the fact that my older dog Titch decided to eat one of hubbies new tartan slippers (I hate them too he looks about a trillion years old wearing those baffies). Titch hasn't done this since he was young, and I think it may have been because he had bile in his stomach and needed some grass to chew on (apparantly the sap in it neutralises the acid in the gut). I thought here we go, he's going to moan all night about the loss of his precious slippers (cue image of Gollum saying, "My Preeeeeeeecious").
Now I had a choice to either hide the evidence and feign innocence, or plead that the dogs getting old, is stupid, and for hubby not to give him dirty looks and scowls because of his age. I can't help it -Titch is my buddy, my comfort, my crutch (and he keeps my feet warm of a cold night) , and I hate to see his eyes looking all googly at me if he's told off. He always does that you know. He always looked at me when hubby or one of the kids ever told him off , or tried to move his butt off the sofa, expecting me to save him from his reprimand, or let him keep his favourite seating spot (which I always did).
Funny enough, and to my surprise, hubby just tutted and never give him so much as an eye roll. It was then that I realised it just might be fun to get old, you can get away with murder, and probably get up to all sorts of escapades. Im going to bear that in mind, when I'm in my dotage.
The day was also confounded by the fact that my older dog Titch decided to eat one of hubbies new tartan slippers (I hate them too he looks about a trillion years old wearing those baffies). Titch hasn't done this since he was young, and I think it may have been because he had bile in his stomach and needed some grass to chew on (apparantly the sap in it neutralises the acid in the gut). I thought here we go, he's going to moan all night about the loss of his precious slippers (cue image of Gollum saying, "My Preeeeeeeecious").
Now I had a choice to either hide the evidence and feign innocence, or plead that the dogs getting old, is stupid, and for hubby not to give him dirty looks and scowls because of his age. I can't help it -Titch is my buddy, my comfort, my crutch (and he keeps my feet warm of a cold night) , and I hate to see his eyes looking all googly at me if he's told off. He always does that you know. He always looked at me when hubby or one of the kids ever told him off , or tried to move his butt off the sofa, expecting me to save him from his reprimand, or let him keep his favourite seating spot (which I always did).
Funny enough, and to my surprise, hubby just tutted and never give him so much as an eye roll. It was then that I realised it just might be fun to get old, you can get away with murder, and probably get up to all sorts of escapades. Im going to bear that in mind, when I'm in my dotage.
Wednesday 5 November 2008
Interview by author Casey June Wolf
Casey conducted and wrote up a brilliant interview. Check it out on her blog: http://cjunewolfden.blogspot.com/2008/11/maggie-v-jones-goddesses-bugs-and.html
Tuesday 4 November 2008
Eureka - I did it!
It's official. I managed to cram four lemon puff biscuits in my mouth at once! Even the dog looked impressed, and she's a real gannet. Now where was I? Oh yeah, I got a moderators award for my Jack Frost picture on Elfwood. Cool.
Monday 3 November 2008
Ha Ha Funny (not) Ha Ha
A few stupid jokes that my son told me for halloween. Be prepared to groan.
Why did the skeleton cross the road ?
Because he wanted to get to the Body Shop.
Why didn't the skeleton go to the party?
Because he had no body to go with.
Why are graveyards so noisy?
Because of all the coffin.
By the end of this third joke I pleaded with him to cease. But oh no, he had to torture me some more!
Why is Baron Frankenstein such good fun?
Because he soon has you in stitches.
Why are ghosts such bad liars?
Because you can see right through them!
At this point I screamed for mercy and ran away..................................................................
Saturday 1 November 2008
Waffling
It snowed here the other day! Yes, in October. How bizarre is that? It's also been freezing and frosty, hence my Jack Frost picture. For some reason I cannot place the text right on this blogger, so its scrunched up on the side, next to the picture. Click on the picture for a larger version.
I watched Sweeney Todd the other night. Talk about gory, and there was bucketfuls of blood, just how I like it. Scared myself silly. I just love Alan Rickman and Johnny Depp. Ive' always been a fan of director Tim Burtons, ever since I first watched Jack Skellington in 'Nightmare Before Christmas'. I also brought 'Corpse Bride' recently and that was freakily marvellous too. I cannot wait until his version of Alice In Wonderland comes out next year.
Aston (my Grandson) and I are watching 'Arthur & The Invisibles' tonight. Anything with fae folk in it and I'm in heaven, especially if accompanied by a kit kat bar and a cup of Earl Grey (Aston had Maltesers and juice).
I watched Sweeney Todd the other night. Talk about gory, and there was bucketfuls of blood, just how I like it. Scared myself silly. I just love Alan Rickman and Johnny Depp. Ive' always been a fan of director Tim Burtons, ever since I first watched Jack Skellington in 'Nightmare Before Christmas'. I also brought 'Corpse Bride' recently and that was freakily marvellous too. I cannot wait until his version of Alice In Wonderland comes out next year.
Aston (my Grandson) and I are watching 'Arthur & The Invisibles' tonight. Anything with fae folk in it and I'm in heaven, especially if accompanied by a kit kat bar and a cup of Earl Grey (Aston had Maltesers and juice).
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