Ursh found Jo’s Zero tolerance policy on ingratitude a bit hard to swallow!!
Thursday, January 7, 2010
So that's how it crumbled!!
Ursh found Jo’s Zero tolerance policy on ingratitude a bit hard to swallow!!
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Wet Wet Wet
I love watching it rain. When it storms outside and I’m warm and snug inside, munching something sweet and egging on the lightning! (Which has, admittedly, once or twice frightened me out of my skin and back into it again!)
When it rains the roof leaks something awful. It makes the most unusual patterns on the ceiling however! I have a fat unicorn as the one, an angry nun as the other, and what appears to be The Blob having himself a good belly chuckle on the other!
The wall on the one side of the bedroom also has damp which then smells rather funky after a big storm. I always think to myself that, should the apocalypse come and a brave band of survivors is left to carry on (and for some reason they’re all camped at my place), well at least if we get sick we can lick the walls for instant penicillin! And people say I don’t plan for the future?!
The grass outside sometimes floods so well that the puddles get ankle deep! God I love puddles! I love sploshing in them, kicking the water up or just peering in. Isn’t it amazing how the water can add such a layer of mystery to ground you’d not look at twice otherwise? Mind I’ve learned the hard way to only go for transparent puddles. The murky sorts are usually very deep, very rocky or very slimy! (Sometimes a disastrous combo of all three! Ugh.) Not to mention the interesting smells that stick to your socks like glue and have everyone look at you like you are smuggling a small but particularly fragrant cheese in them.
When I walk in the rain I often get so soaked that I end up putting away my umbrella. I fight the valiant fight mind! I do try to stay dry but mostly it’s a losing battle from the start. 5 hours in the rain is pretty much guaranteed to bring out the amphibian in you.
Then when I’m home I have to try get out of wet clothes, and my, do the buggers stick! I’ve had my shirt over my head only to realize it refuses to come off and had to wiggle and squirm my way out , taking forever, and with the horrid knowledge that if anyone filmed it, it would go straight to something like ‘Americas Funniest home videos’! (Where it would come second place, the winner being the ever popular ball to a groin video…)
So why do I like the rain so much when it causes such hassles? I can’t say really, it’s just beautiful and refreshing and makes me feel so content. Maybe it’s because my soul is linked to the rhythm of the earth after all? But probably just because I know that with the rain comes more fruit and I’m always up for tasty eats! (Hey, it’s not as deep as the first but just as legitimate!)
Do you like the rain?
When it rains the roof leaks something awful. It makes the most unusual patterns on the ceiling however! I have a fat unicorn as the one, an angry nun as the other, and what appears to be The Blob having himself a good belly chuckle on the other!
The wall on the one side of the bedroom also has damp which then smells rather funky after a big storm. I always think to myself that, should the apocalypse come and a brave band of survivors is left to carry on (and for some reason they’re all camped at my place), well at least if we get sick we can lick the walls for instant penicillin! And people say I don’t plan for the future?!
The grass outside sometimes floods so well that the puddles get ankle deep! God I love puddles! I love sploshing in them, kicking the water up or just peering in. Isn’t it amazing how the water can add such a layer of mystery to ground you’d not look at twice otherwise? Mind I’ve learned the hard way to only go for transparent puddles. The murky sorts are usually very deep, very rocky or very slimy! (Sometimes a disastrous combo of all three! Ugh.) Not to mention the interesting smells that stick to your socks like glue and have everyone look at you like you are smuggling a small but particularly fragrant cheese in them.
When I walk in the rain I often get so soaked that I end up putting away my umbrella. I fight the valiant fight mind! I do try to stay dry but mostly it’s a losing battle from the start. 5 hours in the rain is pretty much guaranteed to bring out the amphibian in you.
Then when I’m home I have to try get out of wet clothes, and my, do the buggers stick! I’ve had my shirt over my head only to realize it refuses to come off and had to wiggle and squirm my way out , taking forever, and with the horrid knowledge that if anyone filmed it, it would go straight to something like ‘Americas Funniest home videos’! (Where it would come second place, the winner being the ever popular ball to a groin video…)
So why do I like the rain so much when it causes such hassles? I can’t say really, it’s just beautiful and refreshing and makes me feel so content. Maybe it’s because my soul is linked to the rhythm of the earth after all? But probably just because I know that with the rain comes more fruit and I’m always up for tasty eats! (Hey, it’s not as deep as the first but just as legitimate!)
Do you like the rain?
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Sssssssssseriously!
It was just an ordinary day. Sure the heat was pretty intense but other then that who would have guessed it would go like it did? The drama started when Ursh opened our room door to go out to smoke ...and the snake fell into our room (Proof yet again of why smoking is bad for you!).We suspect it had been sunning itself against our door and probably gotten quiet a fright when it fell in. Being a Good Samaritan, (and wanting a closer look at snakey-snake) I volunteered to catch it. It was a bit nervous so I gently prodded it. Which was when it opened its hood.
Now you don’t need to be a snake expert to know that when something looks like a cobra and acts like a cobra, it’s probably best not to snatch it up and cuddle it close to your bosom! So I decided against that fun option and to rather to go call Ursh father. (We later found out that it was a Rinkhals, which to put it simply is a BIG DAMN POISONOUS SNAKE!!)
It was hiding by the door but as angry and self righteous as a con man caught out! The big danger was that we had a ton of boxes in the lounge, if the snake made a dash for it; it could hide in those boxes and never be found again! (Until two weeks later when walking to the bathroom leads to a hideous pain in your leg followed by some old guy in white handing you a pair of wings and a harp!)
Ursh’s dad got a broom stick and managed to pin the snake’s head down with it. But did that beast ever fight! It’s whole body a coil of thick as cream muscle! (Oh for a fat, old, toothless one!) At one point it got free and made a dash for the boxes! No bungi-jumper has ever felt the pure rush of unadulterated adrenaline that coursed through me at that point! Screw extreme sports, have a venomous creature threaten your life for the thrill of a lifetime! Luckily we managed to divert it and Ursh’s dad pinned its head again.
“Get the axe!” he yelled to Ursh’s mum, who was up and out of there so fast the time-space barrier shuddered for a week afterwards. When she brought the axe back there was only one thing for it. Off with his head!
Now I’m not keen on killing animals in general and believe in live and let live. Unfortunately for this snake letting him live wouldn’t have helped our side of the staying-alive equation, and it seemed it was his time to go on “into the light.” Ursh hacked his head off. It was very meaty. After that we threw the dead body in a bag, in a bag, in a bin, with a lid on, with a bin over it! (Paranoid? maybe, immense feeling of relief? Priceless!!)
I never felt a smidgen of guilt for the death of that snake and if I’d been the one to have to chop his head off, I know now I could have done it without a second thought, though I’d always thought of myself as too squeamish to do anything like that! I guess it’s always easy to say what you might do, what you would do, in a given situation. Easy to say and to judge, right up until, that is, the situation is sitting up and hissing in your face! That’s when you really find out what it is you’re made of.
It’s just something to think about....
Now you don’t need to be a snake expert to know that when something looks like a cobra and acts like a cobra, it’s probably best not to snatch it up and cuddle it close to your bosom! So I decided against that fun option and to rather to go call Ursh father. (We later found out that it was a Rinkhals, which to put it simply is a BIG DAMN POISONOUS SNAKE!!)
It was hiding by the door but as angry and self righteous as a con man caught out! The big danger was that we had a ton of boxes in the lounge, if the snake made a dash for it; it could hide in those boxes and never be found again! (Until two weeks later when walking to the bathroom leads to a hideous pain in your leg followed by some old guy in white handing you a pair of wings and a harp!)
Ursh’s dad got a broom stick and managed to pin the snake’s head down with it. But did that beast ever fight! It’s whole body a coil of thick as cream muscle! (Oh for a fat, old, toothless one!) At one point it got free and made a dash for the boxes! No bungi-jumper has ever felt the pure rush of unadulterated adrenaline that coursed through me at that point! Screw extreme sports, have a venomous creature threaten your life for the thrill of a lifetime! Luckily we managed to divert it and Ursh’s dad pinned its head again.
“Get the axe!” he yelled to Ursh’s mum, who was up and out of there so fast the time-space barrier shuddered for a week afterwards. When she brought the axe back there was only one thing for it. Off with his head!
Now I’m not keen on killing animals in general and believe in live and let live. Unfortunately for this snake letting him live wouldn’t have helped our side of the staying-alive equation, and it seemed it was his time to go on “into the light.” Ursh hacked his head off. It was very meaty. After that we threw the dead body in a bag, in a bag, in a bin, with a lid on, with a bin over it! (Paranoid? maybe, immense feeling of relief? Priceless!!)
I never felt a smidgen of guilt for the death of that snake and if I’d been the one to have to chop his head off, I know now I could have done it without a second thought, though I’d always thought of myself as too squeamish to do anything like that! I guess it’s always easy to say what you might do, what you would do, in a given situation. Easy to say and to judge, right up until, that is, the situation is sitting up and hissing in your face! That’s when you really find out what it is you’re made of.
It’s just something to think about....
Mine is bigger then yours!
I don't get Envy? If someone has something you don't have then so what? Millions of people have things you don't have that you probably want! X has a better car, Y has thicker hair, and Z has a cool name that starts with Z!
Why get twisted out of shape about something just because someone else has it? Especially as '99. something high%' of what gets our fur ruffled and excited now, eventually gets doffed in a corner, never to see the light of day again? Forgotten for the next craze, whether it be an even flatter screen TV, or the latest movie with some highly Botoxed star in it, or even a piercing where no piercings should ever go!
My view is that if the guy who has this pretty doodad isn't going to give it to you, then you're no better or worse off then you were before you found out they had it!
What's the point of stewing in your own cream sauce with anger and frustration? The guy who you're envious of isn't going to care if you're losing sleep over the fact that his car is 0.00000000001% more expensive then yours! Heck many people would actually be delighted to know that someone out there is pining away after their new flashy bauble. (Then they have the goody AND your envy so that it's pretty much GAME OVER for you in the peaceful sleep department!)
Patience here is, as it's so often heralded to be, one heck of a shiny virtue. Almost everything starts out so expensive you have to mortgage internal organs, but if you can wait a bit then before you know it, they're a lot cheaper and easily affordable. PLUS by the time you buy the gadget there will be a ton extra info about them on the net, people's experiences and recommendations on how to use it, display it or insert it - tried and tested.
You've survived this long without it, another few weeks shouldn't kill you. (Unless it's,say, a heart transplant but okay, there are always exceptions and who knows what people will sell to afford that new TV?) >_<
Why get twisted out of shape about something just because someone else has it? Especially as '99. something high%' of what gets our fur ruffled and excited now, eventually gets doffed in a corner, never to see the light of day again? Forgotten for the next craze, whether it be an even flatter screen TV, or the latest movie with some highly Botoxed star in it, or even a piercing where no piercings should ever go!
My view is that if the guy who has this pretty doodad isn't going to give it to you, then you're no better or worse off then you were before you found out they had it!
What's the point of stewing in your own cream sauce with anger and frustration? The guy who you're envious of isn't going to care if you're losing sleep over the fact that his car is 0.00000000001% more expensive then yours! Heck many people would actually be delighted to know that someone out there is pining away after their new flashy bauble. (Then they have the goody AND your envy so that it's pretty much GAME OVER for you in the peaceful sleep department!)
Patience here is, as it's so often heralded to be, one heck of a shiny virtue. Almost everything starts out so expensive you have to mortgage internal organs, but if you can wait a bit then before you know it, they're a lot cheaper and easily affordable. PLUS by the time you buy the gadget there will be a ton extra info about them on the net, people's experiences and recommendations on how to use it, display it or insert it - tried and tested.
You've survived this long without it, another few weeks shouldn't kill you. (Unless it's,say, a heart transplant but okay, there are always exceptions and who knows what people will sell to afford that new TV?) >_<
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