Showing posts with label Cats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cats. Show all posts

Sunday, 31 December 2017

Twerking, Surviving and Muffin Buffin



Apparently tis the end of 2017 today. Nobody tells me anyfin. Fank gawd for the TV guide is all I can say. Tis the time of year when everyone becomes a mirror and goes all reflective and a maudling. Mostly they focus on what they have lost and the bad stuff. Tis true one dear friend of mine had lost a lot this year and to you Jo I send buckets and buckets of love. Some people have gone through terrible things (I am not on about the drama queens and the constant whiners). Here at least this year we are counting our blessings - we had some near misses! For me the positives are this: I survived no less than 10 apocalypses. I made a few of you smile. I saw bears in the wood. Well I saw where they had shitted. Same thing really. I almost seen a whale. I was at the spot where many others had seen it anyways. Same thing. I visited Sunny Wales- twice. It rained. I had a fabulous new grandson Travis. He is welsh. I spent beloved time, although no where near as much as I would have liked, with my beautiful kids and grand children. I had the privilege of being a birfing buddy to my niece and being there when little William made his grand, if traumatic entrance into this world. And I was excited when little Amelia arrived in the world. She is Welsh. We are doing well with the Welsh this year. Mr husband pissed on me chips a few times but in the main he has convinced me he is simply the best husband a girl could wish for. He even bought me a flanger for xmas. If anyone wants to see my flanger in action you will have to visit it. Its not the sort of thing I can put on yer! In 2018 I will walk through the crap with me held high and look for the positive stuff. Best of all I am getting rid of my fibromyalgia. Me, Bob and Elvis will adventure far and wide. And I thank each and everyone one of you for being at my side. Except Sid. Sid has been a knob.
This is what I have learned this year:

You can only comfortably get three and a half parcel men in the cupboard under the stairs.

It is against the law to kidnap parcel men and tie them up and keep them under the stairs. Who Knew?

A whole dead badger is better than a half one.

A girl can never have too many hoovers or maltesers.

A menopausal girl can almost fit long ways in the freezer at Tesco.

A menopausal girl should always pick the dessert freezer to throw herself  into over the frozen veg.

Fortune favours the brave- yes ladies you can load the dishwasher by yourself (providing your husband is asleep or out).

Not all policeman wear underwear. (Don't ask how I know- take it from me- they don't).

This moving house crap has to stop. For me. Not you. Don't let me stop you. But don't ask me to help either. Unless you want lists of things drawing up. I can do that.

Get a feather in your knickers- you can laugh all day without one joke being told.
(Don't ask how I know!)

There are still men who patronise women out there. Kick these in the nuts with your hobnail boots girls. And kick em real hard!

Twerking naked is not allowed in the library.

If yer husband tells ye he has someat hard and long for ye to have in the bedroom don't be surprised if its a just a curtain pole!

Topless is the way to go with me new car. Except for when it rains. This is England. Two days a year we go topless. Two feckin days.

Don't watch something funny or read my status's if ye are chewing on nuts- ye could choke don't ye know. Tis true. Happened to me cousin so it did.

Twerking is not allowed in the bank - neither is whipping me nae nae.

Only candle sticks can be buffed in church. No muffin buffin.

The oven needs to be turned on if ye are baking cakes. Usually. Who knew. Plus once you have done so you are supposed to time it. And check it. Not wait til the kitchen is filled with smoke and the smoke alarm is going off.

Not all burglars want to get into bed and warm you up before they leave. Ditto Postmen and Delivery men.

Cats don't actually fly. Who knew that either?

There appears to be no laws in the Netherlands about twerking or being naked in a freezer in Tesco. Think we could make it there!

And finally everyone should be able to wear their cardigan upside down if they so desire without fear of being judged!










Friday, 30 September 2016

Chips, Cake and Space Ships


That was an eventful couple of hours at the seaside tonight. First of all I seen a man walking a bit funny. 'Have ye had an unfortunate accident in yer under crackers?' I asked him. 'WTF?' he said - 'Well' I says to him, ye are walking a bit funny. Turns out his under crackers were a bit too tight. When we had a look he had his wife's on. Mmmm................Less said. Then we was walking along the seafront and someone said of mines Mr Husband 'He looks a bit chubby don't ye'. Well I seen red. I put me hands on me hips (took them off me walker I did) and I give him a Paddington hard stare so I did. 'Who you calling chubby, lard arse?' I asked him. (Menacingly I might add). He was a bit sheepish then he was. He said he hadn't called anyone chubby. Infact he swears blind he said, of the sea, 'He looks a bit choppy don't ye'. Well I do have a bit of trouble with mines ears these days so I gave him the benefit of the doubt. 'Well I said to him, I will let thee off this time, but don't let it happen again'. Then there was the pregnant woman. I am aware of being sensitive and sometimes ye can ask one if she is pregnant and she ain't and she gets offended. So I tried a more sensitive approach. 'Who ate all the cakes and pies then?' I asked rubbing her belly. 'Ye needs to get that shifted- ye wants a join slimmers anonymouths or something'. That was when the fight started. Anyways turns out she was pregnant. Whoops! Then when was having tea two yobs walked near us and both spat- one on the ground and one over sea wall. I hate that. Swallow don't spit is my motto. Well me mothers really. Except she learnt it too late for six for us. Anyways I grabbed one and rubbed his nose in it  and told him he were a dirty git. I watched me mother do that to the cat. Not when he spit but when he shit in the chair behind her cushion. The other, well over the sea wall could have landed anywhere. As it happened it landed on seagull and he flew off. I noticed his trousies were half mast. The yob, not the seagull. Seagulls don't wear trousies. I hate that as well. Trousies half mast. Not the fact the seagulls don't wear them. Scuffy little fart. The Yob not the seagull. Nobody wanted to see his incredible hulk undercrackers. So I pulled them up hard, gave him a wedgie till he screamed then pushed him over the seawall. Then I chucked chips on him. He was lucky mines Mr Husband hadn't pissed on them cos he is always pissing on my chips. Wasn't all bad to be honest. I saw a space ship on the beach over yonder and the loch ness monster tethered up in the local pub. He has followed me home.