February 2012
75 posts
And then my head exploded. →
All you ever wanted to know about milking a chicken but didn’t know you needed to ask.
Or, what IS wrong with my 17?
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A fun thing to be told when your head is strapped...
We’re going to inject you from this drip. You’ll feel the fluid go up your arm. It will make you feel warm and flushed. Your face will go red. You’ll feel it right down to your toes.
Oh … and … you’ll feel it down below.
I mean, you’ll feel warm and then you’ll think you’ve wet yourself. You won’t have, you’ll just THINK you...
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Pick your Monarch.
In a round about way I was compared to Edward VIII today. Well, an analogy was made that lead both the speaker and I to think of the King.
I laughed.
I went with, “I don’t think I’m quite Edward VIII.”
Mostly because, “no, I think I’m more Mary Queen of Scots”, wouldn’t have gone down too well.
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AAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
And that’s all I’m going to say about that.
This time lets go with what I DON'T want. →
Mostly because the last time I wanted a trip out I ended up in hospital.
In fairness I feel I ought to point out …
That with the best will in the world the blossom bud in the first pic is NEVER going to open into a rose.
I’m nothing if not fair.
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Someone left a spam comment on my WP blog.
“to make a mountain out of a molehill”
Have they never SEEN the internet?
Pink roses. →
Memories of earlier roses from a long, long time ago.
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And now I’ve got the mandatory one out of the way for the day …
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Don't say it too loudly but ... she sleeps. →
In the hope this hasn’t put the kibosh on the whole thing I’m pleased to say my youngest has finally embraced sleep.
She’s her mother’s daughter after all.
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I have no friends. Here's why ...
I’m selfish.
One day I’m going to die, hopefully it won’t be soon but it will happen one day. When that day comes if I had friends I’d expect them to be a little upset. I wouldn’t expect their lives to be ruined forever but I would expect them to be a little sad for a while.
If it should happen that I died on the day I was due to go to a party with some of them...
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Inside your closet.
The Day 12 photo.
Is it wrong that I’m not comfortable with this, after all they’re just clothes and shoes and boots. I wear them out and people see me in them. A few coats and bags, some scarves, you know, the usual stuff in women’s closets. Or wardrobes. We call them wardrobes.
I really am not comfortable with snapping the inside of my wardrobe. It seems too much, too...
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Problems, problems. →
To risk the passing out threat and snooze on the sofa or take the safer option and retire early to bed.
It’s dilemmas like this that make my life the fulfilled nirvana that it is.
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Oops
Just to make life interesting I had a little pass-out in the middle of last night followed by a lovely trip in the ambulance.
Apparently I managed not just to pass out but moan AND drool. What can I say? I’m a classy gal.
They’re still not sure why. We know I have benign intra cranial hypertension, i.e. too much fluid round the brain. The numbness could mean a TIA or a migraine...
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alinasmith replied to your post: Photograph a stranger
I’m going to photograph my mother. She is often a stranger to me.
I haven’t seen my mother in nearly two years, so that could do it. Except I’d have to fly home, take the pic against all her protests and then go somewhere with wi-fi to upload it since my phone seems to have stopped working with the 3G.