Note to self… After having a 45 minute telephone conversation with someone trying to find out the weather for the next week, trying to hack open your neck with a glass nail file is quite a reasonable action.

Also worth noting, it didn’t actually work, but I have a nice exfoliated stripe on my neck

Well I finally got around to cutting my hair yesterday, it’s needed doing for the past 4 months. Still, it proved one thing, if you spend twenty minutes hacking your hair to bits with a pair of nail scissors and then look in the mirror thinking…

“Damn, I look good…”

Well it’s a safe bet that you don’t actually look good, it’s just in comparison to the hideous mess you looked like before the frenzied attack.

But, I don’t care, it’s just nice to see I have ears again and not have to spend my days tucking my hair behind them like a giddy little school girl!

A word to the wise…

Never try to go to the toilet whilst standing on one leg when you’re tired.

If you do, you come very close to falling in :doh:

According to today’s regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the 60’s, 70’s and early 80’s probably shouldn’t have survived, because first, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us.

They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing and didn’t get tested for diabetes, our baby cots were covered with brightly coloured lead-based paint which was promptly chewed and licked.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, or latches on doors or cabinets and it was fine to play with pans.

When we rode our bikes, we wore no helmets, just flip-flops and fluorescent ’spokey dokey’s’ on our wheels. As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or airbags, riding in the passenger seat was a treat.

We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle and it tasted the same.

We ate chips, bread and butter pudding and drank fizzy juice with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing.

We shared one drink with four friends, from one bottle or can and no one actually died from this.

We would spend hours building go-carts out of scraps and then went top speed down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes.

After running into stinging nettles a few times, we learned to solve the problem.

We would leave home in the morning and could play all day, as long as we were back before it got dark. No one was able to reach us and no one minded.

We did not have Play stations or X-Boxes, no video games at all. No 99 channels on TV, no videotape movies, no surround sound, no mobile phones, no personal computers, no DVDs, no Internet chat rooms.

We had friends - we went outside and found them. We played elastics and rounders, and sometimes that ball really hurt! We fell out of trees, got cut, and broke bones but there were no lawsuits.

We had full on fist fights but no prosecution followed from other parents.

We played chap-the-door-run-away and were actually afraid of the owners catching us. We walked to friends’ homes. We also, believe it or not,WALKED to school; we didn’t rely on mummy or daddy to drive us to school, which was just round the corner.

We made up games with sticks and tennis balls.We rode bikes in packs of 7 and wore our coats by only the hood. The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of…They actually sided with the law.
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Well my all singing all dancing phone is now fully charged and working.

I’m so happy… I now have 5 cellphones… Which is two more than there are people in the house.

Come to think of it, that could be bordering on the pathetic, given that I don’t actually go anywhere or telephone anyone… But then you can never have too many phones… You never know when one will break :-p

This is my new phone:

I think it’s a gun metal colour, but it looks a bit pinky in most lights, so I prefer it in black latex rubber…. :asbestos:
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The tough go… shopping?

Lets see… Things are never simple in our house, but thinking about it, I think I’d actually be disappointed if they were, it’s the fact that everything is overly complicated and just goes wrong that actually keeps life interesting… And me sane.

The highlights of the week, my mother still has gout, I still have CFS (ok so it’s not shocking news, but it fit with th flow) I went on a shopping spree, I must look like a fairy (the little glowing winged kind)…

Oh and I think I might be an adrenaline junkie in the making…

So just another normal day in the life of a fraggle then :-p

Maybe I should explain…
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Well looks like my mother has gout again.

So now I’m still partially bed-ridden and she’s totally bed-ridden.

And my father is useless looking after himself let alone anyone else. Especially since he uses it as an excuse to sit and watch constant tv and fits the “caring” into the advert breaks.

And after tomorrow he’s off until the end of next week.

This should be interesting…

Someone please shoot me now…

I’ve come to the conclusion I’ll only ever be happy if I were living in a vacuum.

I spend all winter complaining about the cold, and with feet like two fat grey looking ice cubes.

Then the minute the weather turns I complain that it’s too bright as my eyes are so sensitive to daylight…

Not artificial light for some reason, just daylight…

Must be the vampire in me.

Then as the weather gets warmer I spend the summer complaining that it’s too hot on good days, and it’s too cold, wet and miserable on the bad days.

So I’m either going to have to be shot and put out of everyone’s misery, or I have to live in a vacuum.

There’s nothing else for it.

There was an American on the news earlier.

Now I know that’s not exactly shocking, although it is unusual for it to be an unknown American person on the British news.

It was a man who had decided he needed to lose weight, and was going to walk from San Diego, across the country to New York.

Now on the one hand, I think it’s great that someone decides their weight is a problem and takes a proactive approach, rather than just expecting some magic pill to fall on them that will turn them into a catwalk model over night.

After much research and testing, I’m sorry to say such a pill does not exist, I’ve looked and looked, and I still don’t look like a catwalk model, and I look very odd in a bikini…

But I digress…

Had the person in question started a healthy eating and fitness regime, I’d have been impressed… But walking from one side of the country to the other…

Umm… :aw:
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I was going to mention earlier, have you noticed some of the junk you get coming through the letter box each day?

All that waste of paper and ink just to get thrown out.

I was looking at the flyer’s etc that had arrived today, you have to wonder who would actually take up the offers.

I had about 20 letters from psychics, including Madam Rosa, an authentic gypsy psychic, who sees all, knows all and tells all…

Strangely I don’t have much faith in her abilities though… Mostly due to the fact the name was spelt wrong and she didn’t have the right address or post code.

Not much cop as a psychic!
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