So I'm opening up some bacon on the weekend, via the easy peel option. Who the hell thought up this brilliant marketing strategy, I'd like to give them a kick in the teeth. Supposed to peel nice and easily and then we just press it back down to reseal, HAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
I stuck my finger nail under the flap, that was minuscule, flick flick, stuck another one under to try and split it. Still nothing. Grabbed a knife and slid it under, anything that is easy to peel should not require a knife to open, still no joy so grabbed the scissors and just cut the damn thing open. According to the directions, you just peel back and reseal, simple. Sounds like any fool could do it, well not me. I think I must get every faulty easy peel every time I buy something, cause they always end up getting opened with scissors and then shoved into a sealed container, cause it won't even reseal with staples. I'm pretty sure I can reseal it with a nail gun, but that might be a little bit extreme.
Same with the packaging that says 'Tear Here'. I try to tear there, nothing happens, it won't tear. Even if I cut across the line with scissors it still won't happen, so I have to cut under the line. I've spent a lot of time picking up stray cat food when I've gotten so frustrated with the damn thing I turn into the Hulk and just rip it. Of course then I have to pick it all up and put it in a sealed container cause the bag is now ripped to shreds and no way can it be reused.
Childproof caps, should say adult proof, they are stupid, can't get those damn things open either. When it's finally opened after much swearing, straining I finally grab a strange child of the street and they have it opened in 2 seconds then I empty my vitamins into a bottle that doesn't have a childproof cap on it, just so I can get it open without too much effort. I've got prescription drugs that come in foil, so that any 1 yr old could get at them, yet my vitamins are human proof. I'm lucky I don't have arthritis or rheumatism no way could I get them open then. Would have to resort to the chain saw.
Then there's the ring pull thingie on long life milk. You squeeze it to get a grip rip up the tab, and get sprayed with milk. I reckon that half the milk goes over me, the floor and the bench as soon as I open it. So I'm paying double for my milk. Makes me think of the juice boxes, your squeezing the box to hold it still while pushing the straw in and whoosh, it all sprays out the straw. I don't have many juice boxes these days, my kids are too old LOL. My mum did buy these plastic covers for them, they were fantastic, box slides into the hard plastic case so your squeezing that rather than the soft sides.
It seems to me that the simple things we all enjoy are just getting more and more complicated. So stock up on nail guns, duct tape, superglue, chainsaws and axes. Put them away in the kitchen instead of the shed, it will save you going out in the dark when you open some ham.
Catch yas
Cathy
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Thinking thinking
And I shouldn't be. Thinking always gets me into trouble or confused, I need to think about which.
I really need to spend less time thinking of the what might ofs and the what ifs, it's a path that really shouldn't be taken. I will sit there watching TV, miss half of what I'm watching because I'm thinking to much, then I'll sit there and watch the replay thinking about how I should of been watching this instead of thinking. What the hell was I thinking about again? Oh yeh, then I start thinking about just what I was thinking about while watching the show and miss the replay.
It's a vicious circle.
Having a brain that is active enough to think is a good thing, not being able to turn it off is not. Lying in bed, drifting off, then the brain switches on, thinking thinking thinking. Even reading is not an escape from the thought process. I'm starting to rewrite books in my head, and that cannot be a good thing, at least unless I write my own and I earn some money for it. There's a thought a famous author, raking in the millions, my books made into movies that win Oscars, oh I could have a hand in picking the actors, wow the possibilities are endless. Of course I'd remain a normal person, well I think I would anyway. Maybe I should think about what life would be like, but no that's turning it all on again, and as long as I'm typing I'm reasonably safe, unless of course, my brain starts to turn and I actually stop typing while I'm thinking. I need to type faster so that my brain can't start thinking of anything else but what I'm typing.
And there it goes, interrupting me. And what is it I'm thinking of you might ask, well that's a big problem, cause it's basically nothing as far as I can tell. Occasionally I'll start thinking about one thing that maybe happened during the day, or I'll see a photo and think about getting a new frame or I'll remember when and where it was taken, before I know it, my brain has gone off on some wild tangent and I'm no longer thinking about anything simple. Whether it's some wild plot to take over the world or just something like, how much salt is a pinch of salt, I mean really who the hell knows that one. What if my pinch is bigger than the authors pinch, will that make all the difference in the cooking or the tasting? And who determined that we could use such inane measurements anyway. I can imagine somebody in medieval times stirring their pot of rabbit stew over a fire, picking up the salt and adding it bit by bit till they got the right taste, and declaring 'It was only a pinch of salt I needed everyone.' or maybe they'd say it like 'tis only a pinch of salt to be added to the pot milady'. How the hell anyone ever understood anyone else in those days is another thought spinning round and around.
The sad thing is, while I may be thinking constantly I'm not actually thinking about any one thing enough to invent it, or I'm not pondering some new law or the problems in another country that I might solve if I could only get my thinking in order. I could be a peacemaker, or I could have a nobel prize in my head, but no one will ever know.
And there you have it, a day in my life, thinking about a photo frame and I'm suddenly stirring a pot of rabbit stew and adding salt to it, while not being able to speak the language. The 2 things have nothing to do with the each other, and yet they are both in my head rattling around. Anyone who ever tells me I'm empty headed needs to get in there and have a look. Pretty sure I've got thoughts in there from before I existed, maybe I should stop typing and go and have a look..............................................
Catch yas
Cathy
I really need to spend less time thinking of the what might ofs and the what ifs, it's a path that really shouldn't be taken. I will sit there watching TV, miss half of what I'm watching because I'm thinking to much, then I'll sit there and watch the replay thinking about how I should of been watching this instead of thinking. What the hell was I thinking about again? Oh yeh, then I start thinking about just what I was thinking about while watching the show and miss the replay.
It's a vicious circle.
Having a brain that is active enough to think is a good thing, not being able to turn it off is not. Lying in bed, drifting off, then the brain switches on, thinking thinking thinking. Even reading is not an escape from the thought process. I'm starting to rewrite books in my head, and that cannot be a good thing, at least unless I write my own and I earn some money for it. There's a thought a famous author, raking in the millions, my books made into movies that win Oscars, oh I could have a hand in picking the actors, wow the possibilities are endless. Of course I'd remain a normal person, well I think I would anyway. Maybe I should think about what life would be like, but no that's turning it all on again, and as long as I'm typing I'm reasonably safe, unless of course, my brain starts to turn and I actually stop typing while I'm thinking. I need to type faster so that my brain can't start thinking of anything else but what I'm typing.
And there it goes, interrupting me. And what is it I'm thinking of you might ask, well that's a big problem, cause it's basically nothing as far as I can tell. Occasionally I'll start thinking about one thing that maybe happened during the day, or I'll see a photo and think about getting a new frame or I'll remember when and where it was taken, before I know it, my brain has gone off on some wild tangent and I'm no longer thinking about anything simple. Whether it's some wild plot to take over the world or just something like, how much salt is a pinch of salt, I mean really who the hell knows that one. What if my pinch is bigger than the authors pinch, will that make all the difference in the cooking or the tasting? And who determined that we could use such inane measurements anyway. I can imagine somebody in medieval times stirring their pot of rabbit stew over a fire, picking up the salt and adding it bit by bit till they got the right taste, and declaring 'It was only a pinch of salt I needed everyone.' or maybe they'd say it like 'tis only a pinch of salt to be added to the pot milady'. How the hell anyone ever understood anyone else in those days is another thought spinning round and around.
The sad thing is, while I may be thinking constantly I'm not actually thinking about any one thing enough to invent it, or I'm not pondering some new law or the problems in another country that I might solve if I could only get my thinking in order. I could be a peacemaker, or I could have a nobel prize in my head, but no one will ever know.
And there you have it, a day in my life, thinking about a photo frame and I'm suddenly stirring a pot of rabbit stew and adding salt to it, while not being able to speak the language. The 2 things have nothing to do with the each other, and yet they are both in my head rattling around. Anyone who ever tells me I'm empty headed needs to get in there and have a look. Pretty sure I've got thoughts in there from before I existed, maybe I should stop typing and go and have a look..............................................
Catch yas
Cathy
Monday, January 14, 2013
I'll help you pack
There comes a time in every mothers life when finally all the kids are moved out of home and getting on with their own lives (well we can hope they all move out). It doesn't mean that they stop being our kids or that they are grown up, cause as any mother knows your kids are never grown up. They will always and forever be those rosy cheeked rascals running around in the park, those cuddly babies that could wrap you around their little finger, and even those obnoxious teens who seemed to know it all.
Even when they have their own children, they are still our babies. As a mother we know our children aren't perfect (that's reserved for our perfect grandchildren), but we love them unconditionally and would throw ourselves under a bus to save them from harm. We let them learn life's lessons whether they are heartbreaking or not, and are there to support them when they fall. We laugh with them, we yell at them, we cry with them and for them, we hug them and we love them. They are a part of us and they will be for the rest of our lives and beyond.
But what happens when they leave the nest, what do we do then? Well in my case I'll probably move the treadmill and the spare TV into his room after sterilisation. Then I'll put a bed in the snakes bedroom (yep the snake will be going right along with him). And I'll sleep in, get up for work, vacuum and clean whenever I want, not when he's awake. Go to sleep without the sounds of the TV or stereo, and not get woken when he comes home at 3 am. I'll only cook if and when I want to, I will probably only do laundry once a week, and if I want to have a shower in the middle of the night I damn well will.
Then I'll sit there and listen to how quiet the house is, and wonder what my kids are doing. Are they okay without me? Do they need any help with anything? And I'll wonder when I get to see them next.
I'll still be a mother, but I won't be the same mother that I am now. I know I'll feel unneeded, unnecessary even and as I'm a widow I'll be alone. So I'll call up the kids, or grab a random grandchild to spend the night with Nana. But whatever I do, I won't be sitting quietly, I won't suddenly conform to the ideal of the Nana, and I won't suddenly become old. I simply refuse!!!!!!!!!!
I think I've been a fun mother, I know I've done something right as my kids are naturally perfect. We don't take ourselves or anyone else seriously and sometimes people have been shocked by us, but we don't care. We've always known that introducing anyone new to the family to our dead husband and father was weird, but if they can't handle it, they don't make the grade. Life is meant to be lived as best you can with whatever you have, even if it is only a little.
It will be strange when it finally happens, I have never lived alone. From the moment my eldest was conceived I was a mother and that has defined me for all these years. So when the time comes I'll adjust as I've always adjusted and move on to the next phase.
Catch yas
Cathy
Even when they have their own children, they are still our babies. As a mother we know our children aren't perfect (that's reserved for our perfect grandchildren), but we love them unconditionally and would throw ourselves under a bus to save them from harm. We let them learn life's lessons whether they are heartbreaking or not, and are there to support them when they fall. We laugh with them, we yell at them, we cry with them and for them, we hug them and we love them. They are a part of us and they will be for the rest of our lives and beyond.
But what happens when they leave the nest, what do we do then? Well in my case I'll probably move the treadmill and the spare TV into his room after sterilisation. Then I'll put a bed in the snakes bedroom (yep the snake will be going right along with him). And I'll sleep in, get up for work, vacuum and clean whenever I want, not when he's awake. Go to sleep without the sounds of the TV or stereo, and not get woken when he comes home at 3 am. I'll only cook if and when I want to, I will probably only do laundry once a week, and if I want to have a shower in the middle of the night I damn well will.
Then I'll sit there and listen to how quiet the house is, and wonder what my kids are doing. Are they okay without me? Do they need any help with anything? And I'll wonder when I get to see them next.
I'll still be a mother, but I won't be the same mother that I am now. I know I'll feel unneeded, unnecessary even and as I'm a widow I'll be alone. So I'll call up the kids, or grab a random grandchild to spend the night with Nana. But whatever I do, I won't be sitting quietly, I won't suddenly conform to the ideal of the Nana, and I won't suddenly become old. I simply refuse!!!!!!!!!!
I think I've been a fun mother, I know I've done something right as my kids are naturally perfect. We don't take ourselves or anyone else seriously and sometimes people have been shocked by us, but we don't care. We've always known that introducing anyone new to the family to our dead husband and father was weird, but if they can't handle it, they don't make the grade. Life is meant to be lived as best you can with whatever you have, even if it is only a little.
It will be strange when it finally happens, I have never lived alone. From the moment my eldest was conceived I was a mother and that has defined me for all these years. So when the time comes I'll adjust as I've always adjusted and move on to the next phase.
Catch yas
Cathy
Saturday, January 5, 2013
When did that happen....
When did I stop loving the heat? I grew up with a swimming pool in the backyard, yet we spent most of time hanging around at the creek or the local swimming pool. We'd take train trips down to the beach with friends, and not come home till it got dark. I'd walk for miles to go for a swim in the creek then back home again in the heat without thinking about it. Sure we'd say it was hot, but we didn't care. Now I toss and turn all night while the fan does its feeble best to cool me down long enough for me to get some sleep. Oh did I mention I don't have air conditioning. Rental house here not going to pay to put it in so someone else can benefit. I do however, have a portable AC that hangs around in the lounge room. I'm thinking of moving it into my room.
It's not the sort that will cool the whole house, it does have one of those thermostat things that is supposed to shut it down when it reaches the temp selected, hasn't shut down once. It's not powerful enough to cool the whole house, but it is good enough to cool the house to a bearable temp and that's good enough. Every time I rolled over last night, I missed the cooling breeze from the fan on my face, so I've woken up this morning with a crick in my neck from sleeping on one side all night. I lay there before being forced to get up to pee, enjoying the breeze and contemplated staying there forever. I'm thinking of picking up another fan for the other side of the bed, so I can be blasted with the breeze from all angles. Probably something I'm not supposed to do, but if it means I can sleep I'll do it. I'm lucky that there is only my body in my bed, don't think I could handle the heat radiating from another.
I long for the cooler months, while others whine about how it's so cold, I'm revelling in getting outside and mowing the lawn or doing some gardening. Right now my grass and weeds are just getting taller and taking hold. I looked at the grass this morning, and thought right get it done, before I'd even gotten my joggers on I was sweating so it can wait. I don't care that all my neighbours lawns are nicely mowed and whipper snipped. My yard can be a mess for the Summer, I swear I'll get to it when Autumn hits. I did water the flowers and refill the birdbath yesterday, so it's not completely neglected. Maybe I should think about paying someone to do it for me, maybe I should wait till I'm caught up on the Christmas bills, and by that time it will be cooler and I'll just do it myself.
We lived in a house with a pool after my husband died. I'd be mowing the lawn and just pause while I dived in to cool down, the lawn wasn't anywhere near as big as this one. My backyard is so big you could fit another house in. It's all terraced and covered with absolute rubbish plants. Takes all day to get it done, but if it was all level it would be done in an hour. The front isn't as big but there is this slope at the side, I get the mower down and then it's a war to get it back to the top. I know I shouldn't whine about the size of the yard, how lucky I am to even have one, blah blah, but when I think of summer and having to mow it, I break out in hives. I have nightmares about sweating so much while mowing I collapse and no one knows I'm out there somewhere lying in the middle of an uncut lawn. the grass would just grow up higher and no one would see me. My body would mummify and I'd become an urban legend, The Mummy in the Backyard. Ooooo spooky.
So today, Sunday, a good day for mowing, I'll instead sit in my hot house trying to get cool as the AC does it's best. Then tonight I'll lie in bed tossing and turning trying to sleep, and waiting for Autumn when I can emerge like a butterfly and do some gardening and mowing.
Catch yas
Cathy
It's not the sort that will cool the whole house, it does have one of those thermostat things that is supposed to shut it down when it reaches the temp selected, hasn't shut down once. It's not powerful enough to cool the whole house, but it is good enough to cool the house to a bearable temp and that's good enough. Every time I rolled over last night, I missed the cooling breeze from the fan on my face, so I've woken up this morning with a crick in my neck from sleeping on one side all night. I lay there before being forced to get up to pee, enjoying the breeze and contemplated staying there forever. I'm thinking of picking up another fan for the other side of the bed, so I can be blasted with the breeze from all angles. Probably something I'm not supposed to do, but if it means I can sleep I'll do it. I'm lucky that there is only my body in my bed, don't think I could handle the heat radiating from another.
I long for the cooler months, while others whine about how it's so cold, I'm revelling in getting outside and mowing the lawn or doing some gardening. Right now my grass and weeds are just getting taller and taking hold. I looked at the grass this morning, and thought right get it done, before I'd even gotten my joggers on I was sweating so it can wait. I don't care that all my neighbours lawns are nicely mowed and whipper snipped. My yard can be a mess for the Summer, I swear I'll get to it when Autumn hits. I did water the flowers and refill the birdbath yesterday, so it's not completely neglected. Maybe I should think about paying someone to do it for me, maybe I should wait till I'm caught up on the Christmas bills, and by that time it will be cooler and I'll just do it myself.
We lived in a house with a pool after my husband died. I'd be mowing the lawn and just pause while I dived in to cool down, the lawn wasn't anywhere near as big as this one. My backyard is so big you could fit another house in. It's all terraced and covered with absolute rubbish plants. Takes all day to get it done, but if it was all level it would be done in an hour. The front isn't as big but there is this slope at the side, I get the mower down and then it's a war to get it back to the top. I know I shouldn't whine about the size of the yard, how lucky I am to even have one, blah blah, but when I think of summer and having to mow it, I break out in hives. I have nightmares about sweating so much while mowing I collapse and no one knows I'm out there somewhere lying in the middle of an uncut lawn. the grass would just grow up higher and no one would see me. My body would mummify and I'd become an urban legend, The Mummy in the Backyard. Ooooo spooky.
So today, Sunday, a good day for mowing, I'll instead sit in my hot house trying to get cool as the AC does it's best. Then tonight I'll lie in bed tossing and turning trying to sleep, and waiting for Autumn when I can emerge like a butterfly and do some gardening and mowing.
Catch yas
Cathy
Monday, December 31, 2012
Out with the old
year that is, not throwing out anything, who knows I might need it one day.
So another year has passed, another prediction of doom for the world has passed, what will the new year bring. Surely there's a doom and gloom prediction somewhere for a year that has the number 13 in it. Maybe I'll start my own cult, The World Will End Because This Year Has A 13 In It cult. Not very catchy I know but none of the others have really had catchy titles either. Can't even make an interesting word out of the letters TWWEBTYHA13II, makes no sense, oh but wait a minute neither have any of the others. So my logic has survived the passing of another year, woohoo go logic.
So what happened in 2012, I remember voting sometime, maybe twice. It's a blur I hate voting so I try to forget it. I was presented with 3 new wonderful granddaughters, yep 3 in one year, awesome stuff, thank you to my beautiful girls. Of course there's always the chance there was another grandchild born but my son isn't talking LOL.
I got another year older, funny how that seems to happen every year. I gained weight again not a real surprise, I discovered more hair where no hair grew before, I lost more brain cells, I lost my train of thought and ...... sorry lost my train of thought for a minute there, I'm positive more socks were again lost and I lost more of my youth (not that there was much left there). I remember when I was a kid and thinking that the year 2000 was something a long time in the future, here we are 2013 and 2000 is a long time in the past. There has been a lot of good years in between being a kid and turning 53 (note I didn't say becoming an adult, that's what my parents are not me) and there's been a lot of bad years (miss you everyday babe). But every single one of those years has gotten me to where I am today. I think less and less about what I could of changed, and what I should of changed. Sure there will always be regrets, but that's a part of what life is all about. If we didn't regret certain actions or the paths our lives took, we wouldn't be human. Hey just had a thought, maybe 2013 will be the year the aliens land and we won't turn out to be human after all, maybe we are all really aliens and the mother ship will come to take us home.
Sorry thoughts wandering around yet again, there's something that hasn't changed. Something else that won't change is except for the occasional mention of politics or religion, I won't be telling you how to vote, or airing my political views, nor will I preach to you or try to turn you onto my views (something I wish a lot of people on Facebook would stop doing). Your politics are your business, but if you think one party or politician is telling the truth then your insane. If you are religious or have a certain religion that may be different to the norm, fine, I hope your happy with it, but please don't clutter up my life with your views or try to change mine. I'm quite happy in my little world and don't need your opinions thrown at me as you try to turn me. I'm 53 I will not be turned LOL.
I still won't believe the movie critics when they tell me not to watch certain movies because they are rubbish, instead I will watch them and form my own opinions, if I'm entertained and don't fall asleep then it's a good movie and I'll recommend it to anyone who likes the same sort of movies as me. Same with TV shows, I've made recommendations to others, but only those who I seriously think would enjoy it. I do not like romance, never have, doesn't mean I can't sit and watch a romantic comedy and be entertained. I love car chases and violence, doesn't have to have a script that makes sense, doesn't even have to have brilliant actors, I just want to be entertained. And after I've watched it, I'm not going to go out and get into a car chase or get violent, it's just a movie or TV show, I know it's not reality. I'm not going to believe that playing a video game or watching violent movies or listening to heavy music can make someone get a gun and commit murder, because I've done all those things and I haven't killed anyone yet. I still watch the violence and still listen to the music, and neither one of them motivate me to go out and shoot innocent people. I'm entertained and then I get on with something else.
I will never get over the ease with which people sue for millions of dollars. I can understand it in certain cases, such as someone needing life long medical care for someone elses carelessness. But if I see a puddle on a floor, I avoid it. I don't dive off rock ledges without checking the water beforehand for logs rocks or depth, it's just logical. I'm not going to blame the makers of video games, music or movies for any of my problems, or for the actions of others. I could say these are New Years resolutions but they are just the same beliefs I've always had. Sorry, again my thoughts wandered after typing something LOL.
I better sign off before I start ranting and waving some protest signs around.
Happy New Year to you all, and my your new year be a happy and safe one for you and yours.
Catch yas
Cathy
So another year has passed, another prediction of doom for the world has passed, what will the new year bring. Surely there's a doom and gloom prediction somewhere for a year that has the number 13 in it. Maybe I'll start my own cult, The World Will End Because This Year Has A 13 In It cult. Not very catchy I know but none of the others have really had catchy titles either. Can't even make an interesting word out of the letters TWWEBTYHA13II, makes no sense, oh but wait a minute neither have any of the others. So my logic has survived the passing of another year, woohoo go logic.
So what happened in 2012, I remember voting sometime, maybe twice. It's a blur I hate voting so I try to forget it. I was presented with 3 new wonderful granddaughters, yep 3 in one year, awesome stuff, thank you to my beautiful girls. Of course there's always the chance there was another grandchild born but my son isn't talking LOL.
I got another year older, funny how that seems to happen every year. I gained weight again not a real surprise, I discovered more hair where no hair grew before, I lost more brain cells, I lost my train of thought and ...... sorry lost my train of thought for a minute there, I'm positive more socks were again lost and I lost more of my youth (not that there was much left there). I remember when I was a kid and thinking that the year 2000 was something a long time in the future, here we are 2013 and 2000 is a long time in the past. There has been a lot of good years in between being a kid and turning 53 (note I didn't say becoming an adult, that's what my parents are not me) and there's been a lot of bad years (miss you everyday babe). But every single one of those years has gotten me to where I am today. I think less and less about what I could of changed, and what I should of changed. Sure there will always be regrets, but that's a part of what life is all about. If we didn't regret certain actions or the paths our lives took, we wouldn't be human. Hey just had a thought, maybe 2013 will be the year the aliens land and we won't turn out to be human after all, maybe we are all really aliens and the mother ship will come to take us home.
Sorry thoughts wandering around yet again, there's something that hasn't changed. Something else that won't change is except for the occasional mention of politics or religion, I won't be telling you how to vote, or airing my political views, nor will I preach to you or try to turn you onto my views (something I wish a lot of people on Facebook would stop doing). Your politics are your business, but if you think one party or politician is telling the truth then your insane. If you are religious or have a certain religion that may be different to the norm, fine, I hope your happy with it, but please don't clutter up my life with your views or try to change mine. I'm quite happy in my little world and don't need your opinions thrown at me as you try to turn me. I'm 53 I will not be turned LOL.
I still won't believe the movie critics when they tell me not to watch certain movies because they are rubbish, instead I will watch them and form my own opinions, if I'm entertained and don't fall asleep then it's a good movie and I'll recommend it to anyone who likes the same sort of movies as me. Same with TV shows, I've made recommendations to others, but only those who I seriously think would enjoy it. I do not like romance, never have, doesn't mean I can't sit and watch a romantic comedy and be entertained. I love car chases and violence, doesn't have to have a script that makes sense, doesn't even have to have brilliant actors, I just want to be entertained. And after I've watched it, I'm not going to go out and get into a car chase or get violent, it's just a movie or TV show, I know it's not reality. I'm not going to believe that playing a video game or watching violent movies or listening to heavy music can make someone get a gun and commit murder, because I've done all those things and I haven't killed anyone yet. I still watch the violence and still listen to the music, and neither one of them motivate me to go out and shoot innocent people. I'm entertained and then I get on with something else.
I will never get over the ease with which people sue for millions of dollars. I can understand it in certain cases, such as someone needing life long medical care for someone elses carelessness. But if I see a puddle on a floor, I avoid it. I don't dive off rock ledges without checking the water beforehand for logs rocks or depth, it's just logical. I'm not going to blame the makers of video games, music or movies for any of my problems, or for the actions of others. I could say these are New Years resolutions but they are just the same beliefs I've always had. Sorry, again my thoughts wandered after typing something LOL.
I better sign off before I start ranting and waving some protest signs around.
Happy New Year to you all, and my your new year be a happy and safe one for you and yours.
Catch yas
Cathy
Saturday, December 22, 2012
It's the end of the World as we know it, oh wait a minute no it's not.
Is anyone out there really surprised? Why anyone would believe that a dead race could predict the future, but couldn't save themselves is beyond me. It really was just a big joke and a lot of fun.
You have the questions, is it the Mayan time zone? Does it take into account daylight savings? What should I pack for the end of the world? Should I pay those bills? Should I get milk and bread? Did I turn the gas off? Should I go to work? All these questions and more fire out at us in the last few minutes before the end of the world. Then it doesn't happen, and back to normal, with a little bit of disappointment.
I heard that there was people who were actually packing up and heading out of the city, ummmm what part of End of the World don't you morons get. It won't matter where you are, the world ends all over not just in certain areas. To most of us it was all a bit of fun. End of the world parties, the end of the world didn't happen parties, we are still alive parties, screw you Mayans parties, any excuse for us all to get together and have a few. I reckon the poor Mayan doing the calendar probably got writers cramp and had to stop to rest, then he went off to the pub for a few and forgot were he left the rock tablet. They probably all had a good laugh over it at the time thinking about how some idiots were going to predict the end of the world cause they ended their calendar LOL.
Lets face it, if the end of the world happens, it happens, nothing we can do about it, it would be over in seconds and there'd be no one to bear witness, so instead of trying to predict it, we should all just concentrate on enjoying it while it's still here. I remember watching a special on Nostradamus and all his predictions, predicting war in the Middle East, there is always a war in the Middle East so that wasn't anything exciting. The interpretations of his predictions were such that another interpretation could be made depending on who was reading his writings. Then again it could all of just been a bunch of random words from a senile old man. He could also of been a comedian and just done it all so that in the future everyone would be talking about him and he would be laughing in the after life.
So as one more prediction of the End of the World fades away, we can all start preparing for the next. Of course we'll need to get over our hangovers from all those parties we just had, but hey once that happens we can start preparing. I personally will be attending the next round of parties that will no doubt pre and post date the next End of the World. I might even write another blog about it.
In the meantime I should start on my list of what to pack
Catch yas
Cathy
You have the questions, is it the Mayan time zone? Does it take into account daylight savings? What should I pack for the end of the world? Should I pay those bills? Should I get milk and bread? Did I turn the gas off? Should I go to work? All these questions and more fire out at us in the last few minutes before the end of the world. Then it doesn't happen, and back to normal, with a little bit of disappointment.
I heard that there was people who were actually packing up and heading out of the city, ummmm what part of End of the World don't you morons get. It won't matter where you are, the world ends all over not just in certain areas. To most of us it was all a bit of fun. End of the world parties, the end of the world didn't happen parties, we are still alive parties, screw you Mayans parties, any excuse for us all to get together and have a few. I reckon the poor Mayan doing the calendar probably got writers cramp and had to stop to rest, then he went off to the pub for a few and forgot were he left the rock tablet. They probably all had a good laugh over it at the time thinking about how some idiots were going to predict the end of the world cause they ended their calendar LOL.
Lets face it, if the end of the world happens, it happens, nothing we can do about it, it would be over in seconds and there'd be no one to bear witness, so instead of trying to predict it, we should all just concentrate on enjoying it while it's still here. I remember watching a special on Nostradamus and all his predictions, predicting war in the Middle East, there is always a war in the Middle East so that wasn't anything exciting. The interpretations of his predictions were such that another interpretation could be made depending on who was reading his writings. Then again it could all of just been a bunch of random words from a senile old man. He could also of been a comedian and just done it all so that in the future everyone would be talking about him and he would be laughing in the after life.
So as one more prediction of the End of the World fades away, we can all start preparing for the next. Of course we'll need to get over our hangovers from all those parties we just had, but hey once that happens we can start preparing. I personally will be attending the next round of parties that will no doubt pre and post date the next End of the World. I might even write another blog about it.
In the meantime I should start on my list of what to pack
Catch yas
Cathy
Thursday, December 20, 2012
The Know it all
You all know one or maybe your related to one, that annoying person who is always there to criticise any purchase made or any decision you may make about your life. They are the one that is standing there telling you that you should of consulted them before purchasing your new TV or your new car. They even tell you what your kids are going to be like when they are older. Or they are telling your relatives and friends behind your back, while to your face they are all nice and positive.
Nope they aren't psychic, just bloody annoying. You'll invite them over to see your new purchase, and instantly it's "Oh, these TVs always do this," or "You should of taken me with you to purchase your car." They are not electronic experts, they don't know shit about cars, and yet they seem to think they must be consulted before every purchase. You come to dread telling them anything about your life or recent purchases, you avoid them like the plague, but they always seem to find out and deflate your happy mood.
And it's not just the know it all, it's the negative nellies too. Constantly looking at the bad side of life, ummmm hello we know there are bad things that happen, but for once just be happy for me. I love to deflate the negative nellie, they will start talking about all the bad things that will happen when so and so does something, or talk about the recent purchase that can't be good for them. I jump in with, "Really, I don't agree. If this is what they want then I'm happy for them. There is enough tragedy in the world to waste time being negative." They then change their tact and start agreeing with me LOL. Honestly don't they have anything better to do that bitch about everything or tell you what your doing wrong. I'm happy so just fuck off.
Of course when I am deflating them, I'm not mean about it, I am just enforcing the positives and taking pleasure in deflating them LOL. Too many people in this world are like that. They will take any good thing that has happened and turn it around to doom and gloom. Unfortunately when your related to them, it's hard to get away from them, if you are just friends with them you can avoid them, something I take great pleasure in doing:)
They also seem to always be down about something, getting a smile out of them seems to take forever, and even if you do manage it, they spoil it all by making some sarcastic comment in the attempt to bring you down. They seem to have had the hardest lives, but when you question them, their lives have been no harder than your own. It's the choice they have made to be always looking at the negative. Hey look at the bright side, you woke up breathing this morning didn't ya, life doesn't get any better than that LOL.
So while I do know some people like this, I don't care. They can be downers all they want, I'm not taking it and I'm not letting them draw me into it. I actually feel sorry for them. While I have days that I don't want to get our of bed, or days that I'm so depressed I barely function. I don't pass it on. When one of the kids tells me something that has happened, I enthuse with them, I don't pick it apart and tell them what they should of bought or done. And my kids will enthuse with me, cause I don't. They will share things with me and it's all because of the attitude. No one is sharing with the know it all or negative nellie, and they only have themselves to blame.
Catch yas
Cathy
Nope they aren't psychic, just bloody annoying. You'll invite them over to see your new purchase, and instantly it's "Oh, these TVs always do this," or "You should of taken me with you to purchase your car." They are not electronic experts, they don't know shit about cars, and yet they seem to think they must be consulted before every purchase. You come to dread telling them anything about your life or recent purchases, you avoid them like the plague, but they always seem to find out and deflate your happy mood.
And it's not just the know it all, it's the negative nellies too. Constantly looking at the bad side of life, ummmm hello we know there are bad things that happen, but for once just be happy for me. I love to deflate the negative nellie, they will start talking about all the bad things that will happen when so and so does something, or talk about the recent purchase that can't be good for them. I jump in with, "Really, I don't agree. If this is what they want then I'm happy for them. There is enough tragedy in the world to waste time being negative." They then change their tact and start agreeing with me LOL. Honestly don't they have anything better to do that bitch about everything or tell you what your doing wrong. I'm happy so just fuck off.
Of course when I am deflating them, I'm not mean about it, I am just enforcing the positives and taking pleasure in deflating them LOL. Too many people in this world are like that. They will take any good thing that has happened and turn it around to doom and gloom. Unfortunately when your related to them, it's hard to get away from them, if you are just friends with them you can avoid them, something I take great pleasure in doing:)
They also seem to always be down about something, getting a smile out of them seems to take forever, and even if you do manage it, they spoil it all by making some sarcastic comment in the attempt to bring you down. They seem to have had the hardest lives, but when you question them, their lives have been no harder than your own. It's the choice they have made to be always looking at the negative. Hey look at the bright side, you woke up breathing this morning didn't ya, life doesn't get any better than that LOL.
So while I do know some people like this, I don't care. They can be downers all they want, I'm not taking it and I'm not letting them draw me into it. I actually feel sorry for them. While I have days that I don't want to get our of bed, or days that I'm so depressed I barely function. I don't pass it on. When one of the kids tells me something that has happened, I enthuse with them, I don't pick it apart and tell them what they should of bought or done. And my kids will enthuse with me, cause I don't. They will share things with me and it's all because of the attitude. No one is sharing with the know it all or negative nellie, and they only have themselves to blame.
Catch yas
Cathy
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