‘Tis the season to be jolly,
Lots of reason for acts of folly,
Turkey and ham, Brandy and wine,
Presents so wham, Gifts so fine,
T-shirts and socks, Handcreams and clocks.

Family and friends gather round,
United in blood by ties that bound,
Celebrate whats Yours…Ours…Mine,
Those past times, those past Father Times,
We remember where our loyalties lie.

To you and yours. Cheers everyone!!

damghotthang1 has listed me as a contact. She has 846 other contacts (or ‘friends’ if you believe this 2.0 stuff). So I looked at her public profile…

Mumma of 3, Divorced x2, Love Music, Dancing, Drink Occasionally, Photograghy when I can, I’m ah Good cook, I ok looking, I’m ah good women…

So far, so ok-ish. Then…

The Government is aware in great detail about all this shit thet happened to me and they know the ones thet are doing the shit, they pick and chose who they’re gonna prosecute. They haven’t touched Voight et all, he still drives up and down the streets Just letting me know they don’t do ah thing to him. THET PISSES ME OFF! they know he is getting paid to kill they look the other way.

Ok, not so good…

I was et ah holloween party my ex boyfriend et thet time walked in with his friend(YA), and about an hour n ah half we got engaged : {, The thing is Dorsten told me to tell Voight no don’t do it. Anyway we got into the collision. Voight threw me to the floor board and told me “get down” , then Dorsten bent down to hold me down and got killed instantly.

Now it’s getting scary…

HEY, Ya godda Party and fun when you can life is fun : }

I’m Female and Single.

Newport-Monroe, Michigan, USA

Thankfully, there’s an ocean between the two of us… we have enough trouble dealing our own lunatics already.

Here’s two extracts…

So now, about the photograph. If you look on his fingernails, you can see some of the legacy of that treatment. On each of his fingernails there is a strong white line which is gradually being forced upwards by new, healthy nail beneath.

Underneath that line should be a cancer free man, if the doctors are right.

It reminds me of the time when, as a child, our GP (family physician) made a housecall because I was ill. Doctors did housecalls in those days but he also lived three doors down from us so it wasn’t really a stretch for him! I must have been going through the boys hate girls phase because when he rolled up my sleeve for an injection, what profound statement did he find written in biro on my arm? Yes, you’ve guessed it – ‘I hate grils‘!

Turns out I did like girls afterall but I did turn vegetarian a few years later. Nowadays, I hate grilled rashers and sausages. Either there’s a hint of dyslexia in me or I was able to predict the future even when I was a little boy!!

Take care, don’t fall in love

via thinking out loud‘s ouch post.

So I return the call.

You know you’re in trouble when your mother tries to set you up with her hairdresser. “Lovely woman, very friendly, separated, 10 year child … and she’s my (i.e., her) neighbour“.

Guess what I’m doing Sunday.

We bought a new car and the wife crashed it. I said, ‘what happened?‘ She said, ‘There was a pine tree, I went left and it swung to the left, I went to the right and it swung to the right.’ I said, ‘Ah yes, that would be the air-freshner.’

A Rob Chubby Brown joke, I’m told.

Some things are best left unsaid so I’ll probably moderate comments if you make one that’s NSFW! This photo was taken in Dublin Zoo at the weekend. It was hilarious to listen to the comments that parents made to each other and the (ever so) slightly different comments that children made to their parents.

Man plus dog (and wife)
Mna* plus dog (and jack russell)

…but I’m undecided.

What would you call this picture? Be nice! What would be your strapline for this photo???

*Mna is Irish/Gaelic for woman.

It stems, of course, from my Irish mammy who always believed the best in me when I was a child/teenager. She refused to believe what other people were saying about me! Of course, they were usually always telling the truth about me but her irrational belief in me rubbed off and now I’m the successful business person who drives a Ford S-Max (sigh!).

The reason I mention this is because one of my staff has me stumped. He’s very good at his job and I can see the enormous potential in him to further excel at what he does. But only if he chooses to apply this potential. And sometimes it’s like drawing blood from a stone. When he’s good, he’s very good. But when he’s bad, he’s very bad*. I believe in him but I think the problem is he doesn’t believe in himself.

Maybe the Peter Principle applies but I don’t think so. But, at the same time, I also don’t want to spend too much time thinking about it. There’s only so much I can do because, as the saying goes, ‘you can bring the horse to water, but you can’t make it drink‘. There has to be a simple solution that’s staring me in the face but I can’t see it right now.

It’s a shame we don’t do Kris Kindle (aka Secret Santa) in our company. One of us could buy the other a self-help book!!

* This is actually from the oft-misquoted poem ‘There Was a Little Girl‘ by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow:

There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good,
She was very good indeed,
But when she was bad she was horrid.

Another version quotes:

There was a little girl who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead’
When she was good she was very,very good
But when she was bad she was horrid.

She stood on her head in her little trundle bed
With nobody by for to hinder
She screamed and she squalled and she yelled and she bawled
As she drummed her little feet against the “winder”(window).