Archive for March, 2003
I’ve just copied the list from those nice people at fridayfive and put some answers in:
1. What was your most memorable moment from the last week?
Finding that two very generous bloggers have put this site on their blogrolls. I’m hoping to get a little time this weekend to set one up here. And getting back on Blogger five minutes ago. Sad, isn’t it?
2. What one person touched your life this week?
I was trying to leave the war out of this but I would have to say the beautiful face of the black American female soldier held captive. She and her family are in my prayers this week and will be until, please God, she’s released.
3. How have you helped someone this week?
Just emailed a Spanish friend to tell her about a competition to win a house in Andalucia. Oh and I’ve organised for my eldest niece to come stay with us for a week’s “boot camp” just before her exams. OK, I might not be able to help with the religious education studies but I’m hoping to help with the French, English Lit and sciences. She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to give her the money she would have earned if she had been at work that week. But it’s a secret, ok?
4. What one thing do you need to get done by this time next week?
One thing? Are you mad? I have a list going into the hundreds of things I must do by this time next week. Doesn’t mean they’re gonna get done though.
5. What one thing will you do over the next seven days to make your world a better place?
Not appear naked in public?
Sorry, it’s just that I haven’t been able to post since yesterday morning… Not that that means a great deal in the grand scheme of things but it makes me one happy teddy. Now where did I put all those deleted posts…
“I’m not going to vacuum ’til Sears makes one you can ride on.”
Roseanne (US comedienne)
We were at a friend’s house for supper the other night, along with a couple (Peter and Sarah) we’d not met before. Lovely people. Have two gorgeous jack russell terriers (Elvis and Grommit). Anyway, the conversation turned (as it does) to rugby and the Six Nations tournament which England are unfortunately likely to win. Sarah confessed that she would like to follow the rugby but didn’t know the rules. A voice from behind me said w w w dot scrum dot com forward slash primer forward slash default dot asp. Everyone looked at me in admiration. I looked round, no-one standing behind me… that voice must have come from my mouth. Now where the hell did that come from? I have been on that site a few times but it’s just too depressing for any self respecting Welsh ex-pat with a hatred for all things involving any of the following: England/Rugby/Will Carling. So how on earth did I remember the exact url? Now Peter and Sarah are under the (very) mistaken impression that I have a photographic memory for urls and that I’m an expert on rugby. Ha! So I have two choices – spend a weekend on that site studying as if I were to take an exam in the subject or confess that it was a momentary abberration. What do you think?
A man and his wife are awakened at 3 o’clock in the morning by a loud pounding on the door.
The man gets up and goes to the door where a drunken stranger, standing in the pouring rain, is asking for a push.
“Not a chance,” says the husband, “it is 3 o’clock in the morning!” He slams the door and returns to bed.
“Who was that?” asked his wife. “Just some drunk guy asking for a push,” he answers.
“Did you help him?” she asks. “No, I did not, it is 3 o’clock in the morning and it is pouring out there!”
“Well, you have a short memory,” says his wife. “Can’t you remember about three months ago when we broke down and those two guys helped us?
I think you should help him, and you should be ashamed of yourself!”
The man does as he is told, gets dressed, and goes out into the pounding rain.
He calls out into the dark, “Hello, are you still there?”
“Yes” comes back the answer.
“Do you still need a push?” calls out the husband.
“Yes, please!” comes the reply from the dark.
“Where are you?” asks the husband.
“Over here on the swing!” replies the drunk.
I attended a client lunch today. Great Thai restaurant, visit this nice people. It was a bit like a UN committee with representatives from Spain, viagra France, sale Brazil, Norway, Japan and the UK. I stayed relatively quiet (mostly due to a very bad headache). Two hours of eating, drinking and general bonhommie. And not once was the war mentioned. Did they all email each other beforehand and make a pact not to discuss the war? Unlikely. Then why?
There really are some great blogs out there. Just discovered cynzflogspot – another “must add to my daily dose” list. I really have to get a “blogroll” going in the left hand column of this page…
I fell in love with these doggie bathtubs and was about to whip out the flexible friend… when I realised that the Martha bloody Stewart does not ship internationally. Actually, the postage on these would be higher than the cost of the tub. And I’d have to have at least size XXL to fit our galumping great lummoxes in. So yippee, Martha Stewart does not ship internationally! Credit card back in wallet. Shopping alert over.