THAT OLD MUSIC

Well this morning I got up with this need to blog. I had some real strange dreams about the Walker Brothers and Scott McKenzie and in particular that music of the sixties. You know the stuff I mean. So I visited the web and just had to share some of them again.

My favourite of course is San Fransisco and visit here for a great video and sound.

Then of course I got into the Mamas and The Papas. Remember Mama Cas? oh boy did I love their music. Here is California dreamin. In this video they are so young and so clean cut. Boy can you believe we are all grandparents now.

Of course I also loved Sandi Thom and her I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker. Oh how times have changed. Remember kick arounds and playing in the street. Not sitting at a keyboard and speaking to pals via wires. But then we would probably never have met.

Oh Boy Bummer

Jessie

2009 A NEW YEAR

Well as I sit here in a new year looking back at the old and contemplating the future I realise that I have a serious problem. I am sure it is not unique and that it is shared by many out there.

What is this contagious disease? - Well I think it is called introspection or some such word. I am so busy looking at what is past and dwelling on the ifs and if only's. If I had done this, things would be different. If I had gone to university I am sure life would be better. If I did not get diabetes probably from abusing my temple then I would not have this and that problem.

If I make sure my temple is better treated next year then life will be so much better. That may be true but they are not solving anything. What is past is past - I can do nothing about it. I have to accept that I made mistakes and heck if you think on it I am sure I enjoyed the ride at the time. I enjoyed partying and having fun. I love good food. What can be better than a good piece of cheese and a glass of red wine or a really good port.

One of the things I find hardest to forgive is that I was not at my Mom's funeral. She suddenly took a turn for the worse and had very little time left. We had booked a 2 week vacation in France with my Mum-in-Law and I felt it best to go with her.

My mum was unconscious and did not know we were there. I had spent time with her during the few weeks before hand and honestly believed that it would all be over before we left, but she hung on and finally gave up two days after I left. I had hugged her before leaving even though she did not know me by then and was unconscious. I had been and arranged the funeral and everything so that the rest family would be spared that task - I am the baby with brothers who are 12 years older than me. My only request to them was that the funeral would not be on the 15th May as that is my daughters Birthday. Well when Mom died on the 11th guess what - that's right it was held on the 15th. So my daughter and I went to a sacristy and put a red rose there for Mom and asked Gods blessing. She had spent the previous night in the church under Gods roof. I am sure she had found peace after the pain.

Why the story? Because maybe by writing it down and sending it into space I will give myself a break and realise that I was there when needed not when it looked good to the public. Mom I loved you very much and I still do, but it is time to forgive myself as I know you already have.

This holiday season has been hard as my hubby was not here with us. We missed him so much, but what was important is that I put Christ into Christmas by going to the service at Northfield Methodist with Trevor Hudson. He asked that we give a gift to God and asked the children to come and see what the gift was that he had in a box. My grandson went up and came back to tell us it was a mirror and he saw himself in it. My goal this year is to try and give myself to God every day by giving myself. I think that I can do this by passing on his message of love in the world.

So to everyone out there I send my love and just want to say to you - don't dwell on the past - God loves you and knows what is in your heart. Go into the future with love for all and smile at the stranger in the street, I find this helps to stop muggings if nothing else as people find your smile infectious and have to pass it on or be nice. In the words of an old Jim Reeves song - 'A Strangers Just a Friend You Do Not Know'.

Love to you all and have a great year and enjoy every minute of it like it was your last - as some time it will be.

Hugs

Jessie

THE WORLD IS MAD

You know I remember my mom always saying that the world had gone mad and I used to say to myself och its just cause your getting old. Well I must be getting old now as well because it has gone mad I am sure. So the other day when I got this from my friend Jaqi I thought how true it is.

An Obituary printed in the London Times........ Interesting and sadly rather true

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:

• Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
• Why the early bird gets the worm;
• Life isn't always fair; and
• maybe it was my fault

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.

It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an Aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers;

I Know My Rights
I Want It Now
Someone Else Is To Blame
I'm A Victim

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.

In the modern world children run riot ad it is never the parents job to discipline them. I have seen these shows like Super Nanny etc and find it unbelievable that people actually admit how useless they are as parents. Perhaps they have inherited this from parents who were just as bad. I am not a super parent but my daughters always minded their manners and if they had a tantrum in a shop etc. they were left to have it. If you bounce your head off the floor and don't get rewarded for it you stop pretty soon.

Looking through the newspaper ad adverts the other day I was feeling a bit sorry for myself as I looked at all the nice things I could not afford and then I came across an advert for the Salvation Army and it made me realise how much I have to be thankful for. Yes just now things are tight financially but we are still better of than many and we should focus on that. Thank You God for all your gifts to me.

I intend to try and do my little bit to make the world less mad and to stand up to the idiots who encourage us to act stupid. Irons get hot as are coffee and tea by their very nature. Grow up and take responsibility for yourself

GRANDMA'S APRON

I got this email today and here is what it said

The History of 'APRONS'

I don't think our kids know what an apron is. The principal use of Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath, because she only had a few, it was Easier to wash aprons than dresses and they used less material,

But along with that, it served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven. It was wonderful for drying children's tears, and on occasion was even used for cleaning out dirty ears. From the chicken coop, the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven.

When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids. And when the weather was cold, grandma wrapped it around her arms. Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove. Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron. From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had been shelled, it carried out the hulls.

In the fall, the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees. When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds.

When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and the men knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner.

It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that ' old-time apron' that served so many purposes.

REMEMBER:

Grandma used to set her hot baked apple pies on the window sill to cool. Her daughters and granddaughters set theirs on the window sill to thaw.

They would go crazy now trying to figure out how many Germs were on that apron. I don't think I ever caught anything from an apron.

This got me to thinking about the old days again. How many of your mothers wore aprons? I know mine had them - even though she worked full time as a 'clippy' she still had her apron. How many of us cook and do every thing now without an apron and how many of us have ruined clothes because of this? I know I have.

No I am not hankering over the old days cause they were also tough but it does seem like we left some good and practicle things behind in the journey along this road.

I remember granny's crossover pinny that she wore all the time. She wore it whilst doing the washing on a Monday with that old boiler and she had whites, whiter than any OMO could get them, even thought the men all worked down a pit.

She wore it whilst getting the zinc bath filled in front of the fire that she cooked on and heated water on and then sat beside at the end of a long hard day for 5 minutes just to relax.

When peeling the vegetables often grown in the garden and used to feed the 12 hungry mouths of her children and then her and her 'man'.

There were no spa treatments for her or a visit for a lip and eyebrow wax. Her gym was the house where she had two rooms and 14 people living. So don't lets kid ourselves of where we come from. Without my Grandma I wouldn't be the person I am today and I just want to say thank you to her who sacrificed so much to give us what we have today and which we so often forget to appreciate.

She didn't ask for accolades. All she asked was that her kids grew up hale and hearty, that they made good lives for themselves and that they acted honourably and treated people with respect. When her sons managed to buy a car she was amazed at how wealthy they were.

Funny millions never came into it!

Thanks Grandma and all those like you.

WET MONDAY

Well it is a very wet Monday here with a weekend that has just never stopped raining. I thought this morning we would wake up to blue skies - well last time I think I can tell you. It has been a steady down pour for most of the night and guess what! - it's still coming down.

Oh well what is a bit of rain - ask my dogs. They were very unhappy to go out this morning and Lizzie decided she would use the patio for her business not some wet grass. So once again she is in the 'dog box'. (Please read that as on my daughters bed sleeping)

The weather got me to thinking how it never used to rain when I was a kid! Did it rain when you were young? I mean I must have grown up in drought conditions in Scotland in the 50's, although I have tried to research this phenomenon on the web and they have a total lack of information on it. Really a big gap that needs filling.

Sure we had snow in winter and in fact I remember walking on the local 'burn' which was frozen over and there was a really sneaky thin patch and of course it moved to under my feet and I slipped through into the icy depths below. It doesn't matter that it was only six inches deep after my clothes soaked up the water, it was cold and did I get it from my mother when she walked down to find out where I was. It was only a thin walking stick she had and there was no child abuse involved just a good belt and then get hame tae that warm bath and the fire.

No Scotland definitely was dryer than South Africa and Gauteng in particular is today!!!! In fact if it doesn't improve I may just have to emigrate to the Dessert

DEAR GOD

Dear GOD:
I want to thank You for what you have already done.
I am not going to wait until I see results or receive rewards.
I am not going to wait until I feel better or things look better.
I'm not going to wait until people say they are sorry or until they stop talking about me.
I am not going to wait until the pain in my body disappears.
I am not going to wait until my financial situation improves.
I am not going to wait until the children are asleep and the house is quiet.
I am not going to wait until I get promoted at work or until I get the job.
I am not going to wait until I understand every experience in my life that has caused me pain or grief.
I am not going to wait until the journey gets easier or the challenges are removed.

I am thanking you right now.
I am thanking you because I am alive.
I am thanking you because I made it through the days of difficulties.
I am thanking you because I have walked around the obstacles.
I am thanking you because I have the ability and the opportunity to do more and do better.
I'm thanking you because FATHER, YOU haven't given up on me.

I just had to share this because so often we focus on the things that are negative instead of the things that are positive. We have so many blessings in our life - the fact you can sit and read this means you have electricity, access to a computer and are able to read. That means you are not starving and livig on the street.

I remember a song that was sung when I was a young girl - Count Your Blessings Name them One By One, and you'll find out what the Lord hath done. It is so true. Count them and list them and say THANK YOU Lord

Have a wonderful day

LINDA AND ROSIE

Check out this challenging site for some great Art Work

BIG ART ADVENTURE

DIARY OF A BLONDE

Why do we give blondes such a hard time when so many of them - like all hair colours - are very intelligent. Maybe it is because we envy them so much as they do say they have more fun.

Anyway I got this via email yesterday and it made me LOL. So of course I had to share. I don't kow who created it but I want to say thank you for cheering me up no end.

SHAY

I received this from a friend and even though I have seen it before it still makes me hope and have faith in human kindness

What would you do?....you make the choice.

Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice?

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection.Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do.Where is the natural order of things in my son?'

The audience was stilled by the query.The father continued.'I believe that when a child like Shay,who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'Then he told the following story:

Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked,'Do you think they'll let me play?'I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.

I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'

Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.

In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.

In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.

At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?

Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball. However, as Shay stepped up to theplate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.

The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.

The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the softgrounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.

Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates.

Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!'

Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.

Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball. the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.

He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.

Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home. All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'

Shay reached third base because the opposing short stop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third! Shay, run to third!'

As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators,were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'

Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team

'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.

Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!

LET US ALL PRAY TONIGHT

For those who have been following the story of chucky who is missing please see this message from Larry who is still hunting for him. Let us try for a miracle tonight

'Hi there my friends,
I received this from a dear “Chucky” friend ...

Dear Larry – thank you for your encouraging update regarding Chucky. It is wonderful to hear about those special people doing so much to help, Chucky and you now have a network of friends who will truly rejoice when he returns home! I know that I will be one of them.
I believe in the power of prayer and know that nothing is impossible for God. With that in mind could we not allocate a set time on a specific day when all the many people who care just down tools and pray to God for Chucky’s safe and soon return home. Perhaps you could send a request to all on your mailing list and then, with emails being forwarded we would end up with a united and really LOUD cry to God for help – then we just wait for His blessings.
In the meantime – we will carry on praying for you to be reunited with your beautiful little dog.

I think that this is an awesome idea ... don’t you?

Please could “we” all be united on Monday 6th October in the evening at 20h00 (eight PM) and pray for Chucky’s safe return home?

Larry Gordge
Cellular +27 83 337-7799'

So 8 o'clock this evening South Africa time (7 in UK)

A SPECIAL PRAYER

I received this today from a friend via email and just had to share it with you. The photo was also sent to me a while ago and it is just to cute

TO MY BEAUTIFUL CHRISTIAN SISTERS ~ Maya Angelou

'A woman's heart should be so hidden in Christ that a man should have to seek Him first to find her.'
When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not shouting 'I'm clean livin'', I'm whispering 'I was lost, now I'm found and forgiven.'
When I say.... 'I am a Christian' I don't speak of this with pride. I'm confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide.
When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not trying to be strong. I'm professing that I'm weak and need His strength to carry on.
When I say .. 'I am a Christian' I'm not bragging of success. I'm admitting I have failed and need God to clean my mess.
When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not claiming to be perfect, my flaws are far too visible, but God believes I am worth it.

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I still feel the sting of pain... I have my share of heartaches, so I call upon His name.
When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not holier than thou, I'm just a simple sinner who received God's good grace, somehow!'

Pretty is as pretty does. But beautiful is just plain beautiful!

TODAY IS BEAUTIFUL CHRISTIAN SISTERS DAY - TAG, YOU'RE IT!

If you share this with other women, you will boost another woman's self esteem, and she will know that you care about her.

When I stand before God, at the end of my life, I would hope that I would have not a single bit of talent left, and could say, 'I used everything you gave me!'"

Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the Lord thy God is with you where ever you go."
- Joshua 1:9

NEW SITE TO VISIT

Ok girls and guys a second post this morning but just checked out this new web site from a friend and had to share. Love the goodies and the sweeties and all that mojo that is going on

sweet hop to here

GOOD MORNING WORLD

Do you remember that catch phrase from Good Morning Vietnam? I just love Robin Williams and think he is one of the great actors of our time. Well as I sit here and write the world around me is waking up and I keep telling myself how lucky I am and how blessed. No everything is not wonderful but I will get through it and I have so much to be thankful for.

I must share some stuff with you that I received via email. I have had this poster for ages and in fact received it from ABSA on Women's Day and I just love the picture and the caption.

I am so proud to belong to that sex which is supposedly so weak and yet have you ever marvelled at how women adapt and just put their shoulder to the grind stone and make life work.

How many times have you seen a man lose his job and he is in pieces but a woman takes a deep breath and moves on. Is that because we raise our sons wrong? Do we make them feel that they are of no worth except what their job is?

Is it just a genetic coding that makes the hunter gatherer worthless if he is not out there agathering and ahunting?

Anyway that is my question to you wonderful people out there. I would love to hear your thoughts on it.

Hugs from a WOMAN

Jessie

LETS FIND CHUKKY

If you visit this website then please pass it's details on to everyone you know and ask them to visit as we need to find Chukky.

Last week Larry Gorge went to Oliver Thambo International Airport and was attacked by two people - a black man and a black woman - he was badly beaten and by luck he managed to get in his car and drive away. Unknown to him though his dog Chukky who goes everywhere with him had got out the car terrified at what was happening to his owner. Larry realised Chukky was missing nearly immediately but because of one way systems etc. he could not get back easily to the spot where Chukky was last seen.

When he got back covered in blood police were on the scene but there was no Chukky. It would appear that these scum bags had picked up his dog and put it in their BMW vehicle and driven off. CCTV seems to suggest this and a witness who was too scared to help at the time has come forward saying that the assailants stole the dog.

Larry is offering a R5,000 reward for this very special little dog. Chukky belonged to Larry's son who went overseas to live. When he came back for a visit Larry's son died and so Chukky is such a special link for Larry and him and Chukky went everywhere together. Hence why he was in the car at the airport.

PLEASE HELP US TO FIND HIM

JULIE ANDREWS TURNS 69

Well I am of the Sound Of Music Generation or at least nearly. I remember when this movie came out and I still love it. Julie Andrews has such a great voice and comes across as such a great person. So when I received an email telling of the song she sang at Radio City Music Hall in Manhattan I just had to share it. So here goes. Come on you all know the tune.


'To commemorate her birthday , actress/vocalist, Julie Andrews made a special appearance at Manhattan 's Radio City Music Hall for the benefit of the AARP. One of the musical numbers she performed was 'My Favorite Things' from the legendary movie 'Sound Of Music'. Here are the lyrics she used:

(Sing It!) - If you sing it, its especially hysterical!!!

Botox and nose drops and needles for knitting,

Walkers and handrails and new dental fittings,

Bundles of magazines tied up in string,

These are a few of my favorite things.




Cadillacs and cataracts, hearing aids and glasses,

Polident and Fixodent and false teeth in glasses,

Pacemakers, golf carts and porches with swings,

These are a few of my favorite things.


When the pipes leak, When the bones creak,

When the knees go bad,

I simply remember my favorite things,

And then I don't feel so bad.




Hot tea and crumpets and corn pads for bunions,

No spicy hot food or food cooked with onions,

Bathrobes and heating pads and hot meals they bring,

These are a few of my favorite things.




Back pain, confused brains and no need for sinnin',

Thin bones and fractures and hair that is thinnin',

And we won't mention our short shrunken frames,

When we remember our favorite things.

When the joints ache, When the hips break,

When the eyes grow dim,

Then I remember the great life I've had,

And then I don't feel so bad.


(Ms. Andrews received a standing ovation from the crowd that lasted over four minutes and repeated encores.)

NEW LINK

I just added a new link to my blog. Check out all the details at Beautiful and Fabulous by clicking on link on right that looks like this picture.

Go do it you know you want to and there is some great inspiration and hot topics to check out

Hugs

Jessie

BILLY THE BOXER

Well if you come here on the odd occasion you will know that a) I have not been blogging for a while and that is because too much work and b) you will know that I love to put in things that have been sent to me via email.

I love animals and this one just caught my eye and I thought it so great and cute and ahhhh that I just had to share.

These pictures are of Billy the boxer who has become the constant companion of a 12-day old kid called Lilly. He sleeps with the goat, licks her clean, and protects her from any dangers at Pennywell Farm wildlife centre at Buckfastleigh, near Totnes, Devon .

Lilly was abandoned by her mother when she was only a few hours old and adopted by paternal Billy when his owner Elizabeth Tozer began hand rearing the goat. The unusual bond has developed over the last month and the pair are now inseparable. Elizabeth said: 'Lilly follows Billy around which is really quite amusing to watch and Billy sleeps with the goat and cleans her mouth after she feeds.'

Lilly was the smallest of a litter of three kids and her mother abandoned her because she could only care for the two stronger ones. The pair have attracted quite a crowd at the animal centre and the staff are keen to see how their relationship will develop.

One of the reasons why I have been so quiet on my blog is that we have been busy organising a fund raising event for Benoni SPCA and we held the dinner dance on Saturday. It was a fantastic night and we are busy counting how much we have raised. I will be adding photos etc to the SPCA blog this week so keep on checking it out. We are also busy creating the Benoni SPCA web site so keep coming back for more.

MOTHERS KNOW EVERYTHING

Peter invited his mother for dinner, during the course of the meal his Mother couldn't help but notice how lovely Peter's flat mate, Joanne, was.

She had long been suspicious of a relationship between the two, and this only made her more curious. Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if there was more between Peter and his flat mate than met the eye.

Reading his mum's thoughts, Peter volunteered, 'I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Joanne & I are just flat mates'.

About a week later, Joanne came to Peter saying, 'ever since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find the frying pan, you don't suppose she took it do you?

'Well I doubt it, but I'll e-mail her just to be sure' said Peter. So he sat down and wrote

DEAR MOTHER,I'M NOT SAYING THAT YOU 'DID' TAKE THE FRYING PAN FROM MY HOUSE. I'M NOT SAYING THAT YOU 'DID NOT' TAKE THE FRYING PAN BUT THE FACT REMAINS THAT IT HAS BEEN MISSING EVER SINCE YOU WERE HERE FOR DINNER.

LOVE PETER

Several days later, Peter received an email from his mother which read

DEAR SON, I'M NOT SAYING THAT YOU 'DO' SLEEP WITH JOANNE, AND I'M NOT SAYING THAT YOU 'DO NOT' SLEEP WITH JOANNE, BUT THE FACT REMAINS THAT IF SHE WAS SLEEPING IN HER OWN BED, SHE WOULD HAVE FOUND THE F*****G FRYING PAN BY NOW.

LOVE MUM

I PASS ON THE AWARD

Well I got the award and I had to give it away to seven other sites. It is tough because there are so many good blogs around and to get to them all is hard if not impossible. So I surfed and visited and came up with these sites which mean a lot to me.

cens loft I love the look of this and it has so many freebies girls. A very talented lady.

Bloggin our art out I just love the art on here and great inspiration. Must try the bag chains as a gift

Gillian I love Gillian's blog as it is just so professional and she is such a great person. Visit her shop at Snap and Scrap

Heron dance Heron Dance has such great imagery and wonderful paintings.

calamity kim Kim has so much wonderful stuff including that practical old fashioned thing called an apron. Check out the collage ones

my cup 2yours Genny's blog just makes me think sometimes. Great philosophy.

http://afroginmysoup.com/ And Genny led me here to this great sounding blog. When I checked it out I read 'not one day for granted' and realised we all spend so much time trying to be superwoman and forget what matters.

Stop you are a child of God and are entitled to be you and take time out for a cup of java

I did not give to the wonderful friends who drop by so often or who give me awards because I wanted to use this to hopefully expand our visits and maybe meet new friends

OH BOY

Am I lucky or am I lucky?

I received a lovely award from Denise today even though I feel like I have been so quiet recently. Just now things are a bit hectic and have a septic finger. middle one on right hand of course and am not feeling too well. I think I need to go to doc as I don't think my medication for diabetes is working to well. Oh well will get sorted out soon I hope.

Just everything is a bit of a strain and am missing hubby for some dam reason. Maybe tired of carrying out the trash or some such silly thing.

I want to just let everyone out there know how much your interaction and cyber friendship means to me. I really need to start on an award to give out but I am so busy my head keeps spinning around on my shoulders and am maybe feeling my age for a bit. Oh well never mind.

I just loved this joke I got through the mail box the other day. It is just so me I think in fact the picture is a very good likeness also

MY LIVING WILL
Last night, my friend and I were sitting in the living room and I said to her, 'I never want to live in a vegetative state, dependent on some machine and fluids from a bottle. If that ever happens, just pull the plug.'

She got up, unplugged the Computer, and threw out my wine.She's such a bitch.....