Why Do People Do That! It's So Annoying! This is about what really drives me mad...like cats sh*tting on my lawn!
So, our esteemed leader has finally sold us down the river!
Oh yes, he is bleating on about what a good deal he's got and how we should be thankful to him but why is he going to see the pope today?
TO CONFESS HIS BLOODY SINS!!.....................(a very annoyed)cassie
I have just spent the last 2 hours 10 minutes clearing out my email in-box!
If I get anymore spam emails I'm going to sink!
Mind you, it would help if I took better care - some of them have been sitting there since Novemeber!
& I'm bloody sick of those that are just gobbledegook! What's the point of that? Well, I just bounced them back to sender - see how they like it!!
Going for a lie down in a darkened room..............................cassie
I'm in bed cos there's nowt on the telly.
Usually I read when I come to bed this early but, stupidly, I forgot I don't have a book at the mo (unless you count the God Delusion which I think is a tad heavy for bedtime reading). So, I've got my laptop perched on my knees and trying to type! Not a good position!
But (there's always a but), I've really got nothing to write about unless I bore you with the totally sh*te day I've had (the reason I've come to bed!) or I could give you my opinion on the Rushdie affair =
how did they not see that coming!
how stupid is the person who agreed to it!
now the British taxpayer will have to fork out another few million £££ to protect him!
I wouldn't care, but he's not that good a writer!.................cassie
Lewis Hamilton is one lucky young man!
He's earning £500k to drive a very fast car round and round a race track.
Did you know that next year he will be the highest paid sportsman on the planet (allegedly), earning -
wait for it -
wait -
be patient!!
£52 million!
Yes, fifty two million pounds per year!
Thats one million pounds per week!
Not even I'm worth that! & I drive as fast (well, nearly!)
But, not being the jealous type I wish him all the luck in the world and for god's sake
DRIVE CAREFULLY.........................................cassie
Usually my Sunday mornings are about getting up (around 9am), soft boiled egg for breakfast with soldiers (gave my bread to bro cos he had none), shower, and then settling down with the papers. Today's all to hell because I didn't do the ironing yesterday (sis came yesterday afternoon), so I've had to do it this morning which has messed up my day.
I want to go to the cemetery to say Happy Father's Day to dad.
I also have the Sunday lunch to do for self and bro (forgot to put the beef joint in the oven so I'm running a bit late).
So instead of rushing round like a headless chicken I'm here blogging! Prioities girl, priorities!!...............cassie
It's maybe why I'm sitting alone on a Saturday night. After all, it would seem that the rest of the population are -
watching Dr Who - I don't see the point! It's got silly plotlines and really cheap effects (Yes, I heard you all - that's the point!)
Big Brother - why?why?why? I'd rather poke my eyes out with a rusty nail!
out to dinner - I turned down an invite to Newcastle cos I'm sick of getting wet!
Now before anyone sez "Wear a coat!" this is NEWCASTLE, uk. We don't wear coats in the depth of winter never mind bloodybuggeringsodding June!
So, I have a choice of things to do -
go in the bath, have a long soak, slap on loads of moistuiser, paint my nails (including toes even though we'll be still wearing wellies next week),
go back to reading my book - The Blind Man of Seville which I'm finding hard to get into,
do the ironing - mmmmmm no don't think so,
open a bottle of wine and watch House, Medium and Shark
Voting closes at 8.30 due to blogger being in the presence of a very nice bottle of chardonnay............cassie
Sorry, foot fetishists, it's not that kind of post!
Conversation last night with friends degenerated into raucous laughter and real idiotic comments so if we disturbed any of you, I'm really sorry.
Anyway...it started because
Ali reckons she would have perfect feet if it wasn't for her hairy toes!
Just watched Jonanthon Ross from last night only because ROB LOWE was on. How gorgeous is he? On a scale of 1 -10 he's about 15! swoon....................cassie
Nadia Sawalha...
Not my choice! Far too messy in the kitchen! She didn't have room on the benchs for her dirty dishes so she put them on the floor!
I know she's come a long way from the pile of poo she served on the first day but she didn't learn to have an orderly kitchen. Everything was in a muddle and left dirty.
Craig Revel Thingy
Couldn't eat food prepared and cooked by someone who dripped sweat all over the place! Yuk!
Midge Ure
I think was by far the most accomplished. He was calm under pressure; no girly tantrums and both judges said that his food was packed with flavour. He learnt from his time in the professional kitchens and throughout the competion didn't make any major gaffs.
HE WAS ROBBED.........................cassie
....going to stop bloody raining?
Has nobody told the rain gods that it's June? It's suppose to be sunny and hot, not welly and windcheater weather!
Ho-hum.....
5 things to do in the rain
Plodge
Sing
Waddle like a duck
Swim like a fish
& get feckin' wet thru' when you have to bring the bins in!!............cassie
Some cheeky git has put an advert on my blog for....................
BIG MUSCULAR WOMEN!!
& when I find out who it is..............cassie
PS - I'm no FatJabbaLardArse!! & whoever sez I am is a LIAR!!
People are strange! They never cease to amaze me!
Today at work I was explaining to staff why we had to do certain things in a certain way. One 'clever' woman suggested that we get the people at the receiving end to do it that way it saves us.
When I asked her if she was volunteering to transfer she looked at me with wide-eyed disbelief until I carefully explained that, as we weren't spending time doing the task we were staffed for then it would be reasonable for us to provide the staff to the people who were!
Yes, she chuntered and moaned all day. After all, it was only a suggestion! .............................cassie (not as popular as I was yesterday)
Whatever next!
Women are going to be allowed to breastfeed virtually anywhere in public!
Don't get me wrong, if you want to breast feed, feel free but please don't subject the rest of us to the sight let alone the slurping sounds that baby makes!
Then there will be the inevitable woman who objects to be stared at and wonders why!
Come on girls! There are plenty of places to feed baby without embarrassing the rest of us........cassie
Well done Lewis Hamilton!!.....cassie
How sexy is he!
& it's nowt to do with the money he's making!
If only I was 10 years younger!
But in the words of Blanche Hunt;
"You'd still be old enough to be his mother!"
You may not be prepared for what you find if you try to rob me tonight!
Been in the bath;
deep moisturiser on hair so it's clagged on my head;
face mask has left me a bonny pink colour;
feet have been smothered in moisturiser so I'm wearing black socks!
Nice!
But are you brave enough?...........cassie
...is to find me a lovely pair of sandals for summer. Size 33 (not childrens!) Toeposts are optional but not essential.......cassie
ps - there is steam belching out of my washing machine so if there's a plumber out there....
ps - they must have a heel..........cassie
I've been blogging for a while now and find that bloggers fall into three main groups -
those who do it for fun, who share their lives with others and raise a smile and a laugh; they don't take themselves too seriously,
those who write to stay sane, who do it because it's their link to the outside world, who, rather than burden friends and relatives with their feelings put it down in print; it can be very therapeutic (believe me, I know!)
& those who do it to have their ego's stroked! Those who are selective about the comments made on their blogs, who will take even the flippest of comments as a personal slight, who's list of 'friends' are carefully selected to indulge them.
Which one am I?
I aspire to the first but sometimes fail miserably!
I started as the second - my mam suffered from Alzheimers so I used to write to stay sane.
I hope I never fall into the third but if I do please shoot me!!...........cassie
Cleaning the car!!
Been and had it hand washed.
Now I have to clean the inside.........yuk!!
How the bloody hell did it get so mingingly dirty?
& where have all those parking tickets come from?
I can think of better ways to spend my Saturday afternoon but ho-hum, got to be done.
I'll be back - don't know when - this could take a while..................cassie
There's bugger all on telly!!
& it's a Friday night!
No change there then.................................cassie
Caught next doors cat in the middle of a poo on my lawn. It didn't half get a fright! But I'll get it next time! Shame it ran into the house with the turd hanging from it's bum!
Someone tell me to do some work!!........cassie
Sorry, but I'm working from home...
A plane is about to crash. There are five people on board but only four parachutes.
The first passenger says,
"I am Ronaldo, the best footballer in the world. The football world needs me; I cannot die on my fans."
He grabs the first parachute and jumps out of the plane.
The second passenger, Hillary Clinton says,
"I am the wife of the former President of the United States; I am the senator for New York and there is a good chance that I will be the next President of the United States."
She grabs a parachute and jumps out of the plane.
The third passenger, George W Bush says
"I am the President of the United States of America. I have huge responsibilities to the people of the world. Besides I am the smartest President that ever lived and I owe it to the people of the world to live."
He grabs a pack and jumps out of the plane.
The fourth passenger, the Pope says to the fifth passenger, a little boy,
"I am old. I have lived my life as a good person as a priest should so I will leave the last parachute to you; you are young and have your whole life ahead of you."
To this the little boy says,
"Don't fret old man. There is a parachute for both of us. The smartest President in the history of the world took my schoolbag..."
If you're a Scotsman, an Englishman or an Irishman don't read this!
Y'know" said the Scotsman, "I still prefer the pubs back home. In Glasgow there's a little bar called McTavish's. Now the landlord there goes out of his way for the locals so much that when you buy four drinks he will buy the fifth drink for you."
"Well," said the Englishman, "at my local, The Red Lion, the barman there will buy you your third drink after you buy the first two."
"Ahhhhh, that's nothing," said the Irishman. "Back home in Dublin there's Ryan's Bar. Now the moment you set foot in the place they'll buy you a drink, then another, all the drinks you like. Then when you've had enough drinks they'll take you upstairs and see that you get laid. All on the house."
The Englishman and Scotsman immediately scorn the Irishman's claims. But he swears every word is true.
"Well," asked the Englishman, "did this actually happen to you?"
"Not me meself, personally, no," said the Irishman. "But it did happen to me sister."
You know during the day when your brain gets bored and instead of listening to whats going on round you, you start to daydream?
Well, I had one of those moments today.
Sixteen people, sitting round a conference table and my mind starts to think naughty thoughts about those present.
I'll not share my fantasies with you but I impressed myself by not laughing out loud!!....cassie
Is he getting better looking as he gets older?
Shame Alan Shearer isn't!! TeeHee.......cassie
So the banks are getting their own back!?
Rates are going to rise again!
We'll have less to spend!
Never mind! It's only money!!................cassie
I've had the shittiest day...
What is it with some women that they think so little of themselves that they fuel office gossip by openingly carrying on with a colleague? Not the harmless flirting across a desk or the girlie giggles! I'm talking up close and personal; bodies touching; so close they must smell each other. Then when they are challenged about it, they deny, deny, deny!
The daftest thing? I was last in the office to know! So my righteous indignation fell on deaf ears cos SHE has already been interviewed about it!
& he's married with a baby under 1 year. Trollopp! Tramp! Strumpet!
& then there's the individual who could mouth for England. "I'm not standing here all day" "I hate this job!" "I'm not doing the post!" Guess what? She did but the little get closed the diaries for tomorrow! Well, she may just regret that!
Have I told you that I suffer with hangovers? Shame I'm halfway thru' a bottle of white zinfandel! God help anybody who gets on the wrong side of me tomorrow!
But on the brighter side.....cassie
