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Grandsons are 1 ALREADY

Just popped into daughters….and had to let you know my grandkids are one year olds….well, ones one in 2 days the other one turned one on the 1st July ….and ‘one’ is sooooooo happy !!!….having a joint party for them this afternoon…..woop woop  : )   Love to all.   L8as.    xx

Whats happening

Seeings I’m not on the net, I thought whilst I was babysitting I would upload a load of photo albums.  But for some reason the usual screen which lets me upload multiple pics has gone walkies and I was confronted with a line of "browses" to upload pics one by one…..AY !!!  WHAT ????   Bugga that.  Oh well, alls just spiffing (sure theres a "l" missing there ) with me.     Hope you lot are having fun in the s…..rain !  TTFN    xxxxx

Not on the net

Been off the internet for a month now.  Wasn’t really using it….live’s too short and I’m too busy living.   Just visiting Corron up Derby today so cadging time on his net.  Went on a long bike ride yesterday, was lovely but bloody uncomfortable sadle….walking like a duck today  : )    TTFN      xxxxxx

Sat 6th Feb…the good , the baaaaaddd and the ugly

Was having a great night out…6th Feb 10  Haven’t been out since Nov…not counting New years eve at Lisa’s.
Lisa had asked me out and I said "yes" but didn’t want to go into town as I don’t really like it. Said I
would like to go down Radford. Although it is generally thought of as "dingy" to put it mildly. "It" plays the
right tunes.  If I’m in Lisa’s company and the right tunes are going off….then "alls good".  But we ended up going
into town.  Already knew there was a birthday party going off in Miles Bar.  Went along and it was
all kicking, Met up with Tracy and her man.  All was sweet.  Then, as suggested, went onto Arriba.  Went in
bought drinks….went onto the dance floor and was immediatly intruded upon by someone I would call a friend…
shouting at me to "get out".  Followed by "your f*cking kids…repeated….I didn’t have a clue what was happening
but thought…"GO…
GO NOW"…So I did with Lisa, Tracy and her man(Des). Completed this grrrrreeeeaaaattttt night out downstairs in
Arriba.  Bid farewell to Trace and Des.  Lisa rang her husband to come pick us up, and we started walking to
the "pick up point" We laughed all across Nottingham square till a voice called my name. I swung round (yep, writing
in a novelist tone …haha)  and the woman from Arriba was there behind me…still shouting about my kids…then
before I had time to click on what was happening, hit me straight in the face with her stilletto…I was still
in the land of astonishment when I kissed the pavement!!!…ello !, what appened there…tried to get
up again and found out …I had some secret love affair with the sidewalk as I was kissing it agian.  As I came
up, looking round at the same time as to "Who" my persuader was…I saw a BIG, mother f*cking
shoe looking to kiss me from her mate…..so my mind just said….RUN DIANE….and I did.  Police was on the scene
as I was running,
Abulance was there as I was bleeding….so much blood.  Was at A&e till 5.30.    Gradually family/friends found out.
Only realised till then how much the family/friends was in pain, especially when a person is trying to block it. Although I
really didn’t understand these person’s anger…as always with life..I tried to be a buffer to  family./friends. Yet the
more and more my phone rang. With people venting their anger at the situation. As I tried to calm them, they angered
me. As I tried to make sense…they made it senseless.  As news spread…I, aswell as feeling the pain from the
attack…started feeling the "aftershocks…the tremors that affected others.
  One after another,  family/friends started ringing.  I don’t condole any form of violence…don’t even get me started
about Iraq …OH NO, haha….not really any comparison.
But basically…for keeping myself to myself … trying sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo hard to keep a quiet
life from since I was young.  Tried the big gal ; not bothr’d’  "hat on".  Didn’t fit !
Tho, afta all dat…ended up wid a..black eye, bus’ nose and my head being "glued"  YES…I said "glued" ! at the
 back.   Much longer story…
but me…innocent…????…. pure as the driven…

STILL, I am back to my boucing self…and "NO",  yawn…is not a mask….love life, feel life…and will bloody well
live it if it kills me !!!!

xxxxxxxxx 

Re-assessment

All my empathy means I’m not thinking about me.
Putting everyone first is a curse.
Pleasant though the rewards my be,
brings me back to me.

 

Me, me, me.
Where did I go ?
As I descend my priority list.
Family, friends and work….in that order.
Mother, carer and worker.
Whats left when the day is over ?

 

Then I ask myself the eternal question…
"whats is life ?
And my mind rests.
I’m happy being second best.

xxxxx

Hmmmm

 

Thinking of texts I will never send.
The things I want to say in a particular way.

 

Thinking of your reaction as you read.
Can I convey all the things I want to say.

 

I should just ring you but
I don’t want to feel that I’m biting at your heel.

 

Just want to send you a nudge.
To get a "hello…call you tomorrow".

 

An acknoledgement I’m here.
Sitting lonely waiting for you to phone me.

 

Another day gone by without contact.
I will write you a message and unload my emotional baggage

 

Hmmmmm……

 

      Thinking of texts I will  never send.
The things I want to say in a particular way.

 

 

 

 

Booked holiday

Booked holiday to Egypt last Saturday….going on the 16th November.  Yep, in about 3 weeks !  Just when I thought this year couldn’t get any better.  Great year, great summer…..ahhhhhhhhh, have always loved life but like to sit back sometimes and revel in the feeling.  : )  

Secret life of twins

Dear points of view…hahaha.   Watched The secret life of twins on BBC1 this week.  What an absolutely great programme.  Well, it was two episodes, but they were great.  A real insight into the nature or nurture question.  About time I fealt a little better over the TV license considering I hardly watch TV…and then it tends to be other stations than the BBC.  Also watched Two feet in the grave this week on the beeb…another great programme.  Actually delved into death and all that surrounds it in a non-morbid way.  A real eye opener…or eye closer !!!   haha.   Go on, get onto the BBC iplayer and have a look.

What do you look like ?

What do you look like ?

 

What do you look like with your sprayed on jeans ?
Shouldn’t that bra top thing be worn underneath ?
More make-up on than I wear in a year.
Hoola hoops dangling from each ear.
Your stiletoes should be classed as dangerous weapons.
Your false tan is San tropez…I’m gessin’.
Your colour co-ordination is weak and your
designer copies are cheap.
Don’t want to see your thong…
oh, and your false nails are too long.
What do you look like walking past me with zealous.
DAMN…I’m so jealous !