What is normal anyway?

Everyone assumes that their lives are normal. You assume that they way you were brought up was normal, whilst you are living your childhood anyway. I agree that some people come to the realisation at some point, that their childhood wasn't normal. But I digress briefly. Today K and I will attend a wedding. I will be wearing a cream suit with a red shirt and a red sequined cowboy hat. K will be wearing a navy blue pinstriped suit with a red camsole, no hat. So she commented that she wished she had some red shoes, and I agreed, that red shoes would go well with my outfit too. I then went on to say that my father had some red sequined stiletto heels that I could have worn with my outfit. What is wrong with that? She laughed and left the room. Well? That for me was normal! My father was an actor, and from time to time dragged up for music hall performances. So he owned dresses, wigs and stillies! And one pair of those stillies were red sequined. Normal. It got me thinking about normality, and I realise that my upbringing was anything but normal, but I wonder what normal is. Because there are things that I remember doing that I look back on now and thing how awful that was to have to do, like stealing food from the cupboard because I was hungry and too scared to ask for food. My sister and I got really good at taking small enough pieces of stuff that no one would notice some gone. And then when we were older (early teens) we could just blame my father, who by then was losing his mind, the fact that my mother hated him and was happy to blame him for anything was an added bonus. But that is terrible, to have to steal food! We also lived in fear of my mother's anger. It seemed to me that she was permanently in a bad mood, probably brought on by my father's increasingly antisocial behaviour, but not a great atmosphere when you are a kid. But it was normal, and you adapt and learn to avoid confrontation. But I get back to the shoes. There must be thousands of kids out there who know about their fathers stash of ladies clothes, who think that all dads dress up in ladies clothes when no one else is about, who think that it is normal.

I still don't have any red sequined stillies to wear with my red sequined cowboy hat. But I will enjoy the wedding anyway. I hope.

Later

p.s.

Just thought I should add, my step daughter has just landed a really amazing job! She will be working for one of the largest Marketing Companies in the world, and she is really buzzed as you can imagine. K is on the phone to her now talking it through, she is really jazzed.

Now Bunty has come in again, no doubt she will nag some more about going out.

Hotter than DC, bread baking

So here I am, sitting at my computer, at 8.32pm, and it is 41 degrees!!!! When I lived in DC it wasn't this hot, to my recollection anyway. We don't have A/C which is probably part of the reason. But that aside, my bread worked today as per normal!! So there you go, all those people who say you can't bake bread when it is hot outside ner ner ner ner ner. The only thing, and if anyone has any ideas about this I would love to hear them, the dough I make makes fabulous rolls, but the loaves are always too dry and a little dusty. Now according to a web site that I went to that was all about bread, that is because I let the dough rise for too long. I could buy that except that the loaves and the rolls rise for the same amount of time. I also, on the batch before this last one, put the loaf in the oven before the rolls, so that it didn't rise for as long. Yet it was still dry. It isn't inedible, it is just that it falls apart when you eat your sandwiches. So like I say, it you have any ideas on that, I would love to hear them.

Now Bunty is scratching at the door trying to get me to take her for a walk. Which I will do of course, whilst K is washing the dishes, but I am not ready to go yet. Give it another 20 minutes or so. Hopefully it will have cooled down somewhat by then.

Yeah dream on.

Shocking and sad news from the UK.

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* Man shot dead by police on Tube *
A man is shot dead by armed officers at Stockwell station in south London, as police hunt four would-be bombers.
Full story:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/go/em/-/1/hi/uk/4706787.stm

I am deeply saddened by this story. While I appreciate that the Police have to do whatever they can to maintain the safety of the public, the news that they have shot someone to death is like a punch in the stomach. I suppose I always felt that the British Police would do whatever they could to avoid using fire arms to apprehend someone. Now it seems that line has been crossed. I really hope that the country doesn't plummet in a downward spiral where the public are afraid of the police the way so many people are in the US.

Dragonflies vs mosiquitos

I took the Buntster for a walk yesterday, it was a beautiful afternoon. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, and there was a nice cooling breeze. I coated myself with deet before leaving the house to be sure, but I still expected to be attacked by mozzies as soon as I walked out of the house. I was not disappointed. Anyway, Bunty and I went up to Churchill park, the river has burst its banks there, and last time we were there large areas of the park were under water. Well yesterday the river had receeded probably by about 3 feet. So although there were still lots of large areas of water on the grass, there were also large areas of muddy grass. To be quite honest, the park stank of rotting vegetation, but Bunty didn't seem to mind.

I let her off the leash (illegal in Winnipeg I know, but I thought what the hell, everyone else lets their dog off the leash) and she headed off into the bushes. Well of course she picks up the trail of a bunny and off she went, disregarding my whistling and calling, until eventually she lost track of the rabbit. I wasn't too worried, except she was right by the river, and I was worried she might fall in. The current is very swift with the extra water, and I was worried she might get washed away. She didn't and we soon settled in to a routine of her running head and then running back to where I was.

By the time we got past the bridge to the larger areas of grass Bunty was having a whale of a time. And I was being bombarded by dragonflies! Thousands of them. It reminded me of last summer in Maryland when the cicadas came out (the ones that come out every 17 years), and there were so many of them that they swarmed around and you had to wave them away from your face. I had to wave the dragonflies away from my face. But sadly there were still not enough to keep the mozzie population down to a tolerable level. I was attacked by mozzies constantly, unless I was in the direct sun. It is a great shame, but the Province has now ordered the city to fog the entire metropolitan area. This means that the dragonflies and fireflies, and probably a lot of the small song birds, will also be killed off. As much as I admire the attempts of the city to treat the mozzie plague with biological predators, clearly it didn't work this time around. I wonder how much the rain, that we have had so much of, had to do with that.

So even though there are thousands upon thousands of dragonflies flying around the area, they are still not a match for the mozzies.

Meanwhile, Bunty got to run, play in the grass, and splash through the water left behind by the over flowing river. Suffice it to say that she still wanted to go out for a walk last night.

Update to Bloody Hell

So the plumber has been. A very nice man called Kurt. Cleaned up after himself very nicely, and was very careful whilst he was here. He was here for over 4 hours!!! But he has fixed the loo. We now have a nice new stack in the basement. He replaced the old steel one with a nice plastic one, so that will fix the problem once and for all. He also replaced the wax seal on the toilet because the last jerk didn't bother, and the loo was leaking water down into the basement ever since! So 750 bucks later, we have a fixed toilet. Except for the flush lever and ball cock. I have to replace those myself. I will think about that later in the week. But I am glad that we went with a plumber that charged by the job and not the hour, and also one that provided us with a guarantee that the work done would solve the problem!

He even wore little booties when in the house!

Bloody Hell

The plumber is here again. A different man, from a different company this time. He actually had a good explanation for the toilet being blocked on an intermittent basis. He thinks that when the roofers did their job they accidentally dropped a piece of shingle down the flue and it is now acting as a sort of valve, flipping around with the water flow, which is why the loo blocks up from time to time and is fixed by augering. Bloody hell!!! I feel like contacting our solicitor and having her sue the roofers!!! I have to talk to him about finding out if that is the case and seeing how to fix it because we can't afford to pay out 200 bucks a month to have someone come out and auger the lav.

Bloody hell!!!

As good as it gets

I took Bunty for a walk yesterday. She has been whining a lot the last few days and someone suggested that I exercise her more :( Anyway, we walked up to Safeway (I had to buy Deet) and then back along the river. In total about 4 miles. I let her off the leash in the park by the river (shhh) so that she could run a little, and she did. She had a whale of a time. The river has burst its banks along the park that we were in, so there was lots of shallow "lakes" for her to paddle in and drink. At one point I thought she might got for a swim, but she got up to her chest and then when her bum got wet she decided not to go any further. But I digress. It was quite amazing walking along. Even walking along the streets to the river from Safeway. Because there was no one else around. No one even in their back garden. The only people I saw were roofers. And there were several lots of roofers at work. It was truly beautiful. The sky was blue, the trees fluorescing with energy, and the birds seranading us as we strolled along. Then in the park, being dive bombed by the dragon flies as we walked in the dappled shade of the large trees, to be near the water, in the silence of nature, was so relaxing. I know Bunty enjoyed her walk, and her run, and enjoyed being able to sniff at something for longer than I wanted to stand still for. This is what we should all be living for. The chance to just be at one with the planet, to enjoy the natural sounds of wild life going about their daily business. Last night, on our evening perambulations, Bunty and I saw a pair of pelicans on the river! I have only seen Pelicans (outside the zoo) in the Mediterranean, so I was awestruck by the sight of them, gliding over the water, landing and then being swept back downstream by the strong current. An awesome sight.


Our back garden is full of birds and dragon flies too, but because we live on a busy street, there is always the sound of other people driving by on their way to do something irrelevant to me. And then when there is a moment of peace, the fire engines blast their sirens to alert the traffic of their intentions to turn onto the Avenue. Oh and I forgot the trains! As if to remind me one is now blowing its horn as it approaches the junction. But even all that man made noise doesn't stop me from enjoying my garden. I spent several hours reading a George Baxt novel (The Bette Davis Murders) in the sun yesterday. Bliss. I might retire to the garden to sit beneath my blue floral umbrella, and read Agatha Raisin and the Murderous Marriage. Then again, I might just sit and enjoy the sounds of nature, the sight of the river rushing past at full speed at the bottom of the garden, and the blue skies above.

This is about as good as it gets.

Poor Bunty

We discovered the other night, when Bunty woke us up whimpering and skittering around in the bedroom, that she is scared of thunder. Well I kind of knew this already but it didn't surface as a reason for her fear at 2am!! That night she ended up sleeping on her new doggie bed, curled up in the corner of our bedroom. Well it thundered again today. It is still raining actually, at 6.03pm. Poor Bunty tried to hide from the thunder, and after trying to get her to settle on her pillow under the chair next to my computer she settled for being curled up on my feet under the table. Until the loudest thunder clap yet. At which point she tried to get on my lap. Now Bunty is not a lap dog. For a start she weighs in at over 25kg. That added to the fact that she hates being on our laps, she goes as stiff as a very stiff thing when you pick her up to put her on your lap and escapes as soon as she can, made it quite surprising when she tried to climb in my lap. But as she was clearly very scared, she was shaking and her ears were tight back against her head, made me realise that this was an exceptional circumstance. So I cuddled her for about 10 minutes, until she decided that the danger was over, but decided that she would still rather be safe than sorry and returned to her position under the table.

Poor little doggie. She hasn't been out for a pee all day. You see that is another issue we have with our little princess. She doesn't like to get wet, not because she will melt in the rain or anything, but she is concerned that her tiara will not survive a soaking. So to my knowledge she hasn't been out at all today, unless K let her out first thing this morning. I didn't get up until the thunder began after 9am, by which time K had been gone for half an hour at least. Now she is sleeping quietly on the doggie bed beside the desk having eaten a tin of Little Ceasar duck flavoured dinner.

So all is well with the world.

Toxic People and Black Eyed Peas

I have just had lunch with some people whom K and I had decided we didn't want to waste any more of our life with. Ok back up a little, why was I having lunch with people I didn't want to spend time with? Because one of them is the neice of my MIL (K's cousin in other words) and her partner. My MIL is staying with us at the moment and wanted to see her neice, fair enough (I am a fairy, my name is Nuff, Fairy Nuff!) and K was working today so couldn't do lunch, therefore I drove MIL to the lunch and joined them. So there I was, sitting there with two people I would prefer not to spend time with because they are toxic. Why are they toxic? Because they are judgemental, critical, elitist, snobs. Everything that they do is the best, everything they have is the best, everyone they know is someone important. Every time we tell them what we are doing they look down their noses and put us down, or the activity we are doing, the items we are buying, or whatever. Invariably after interacting with this couple, even if only over the phone, or by chance whilst out walking the dog, we end up analysing the event, sometimes for 4 or 5 hours afterwards! We realised we were just spending too much time and energy justifying our existence related to their set of rules. The final straw was two weekends ago at Pride. We had invited them along, because we had thought that they might want to go and celebrate with the rest of the community in the Peg. But oooh noooo, they had to combine the outing with seeing the Bears on Broadway. Ok what is wrong with that? Nothing, nothing at all. Except they were using the bears as a cover for being in town, on Broadway, that afternoon. We finally managed to drag them into the Pride fair, which was only small, two tents worth of crafts people and information booths. Well by the time we had finished going around one tent, not only were they finished, but they had found somewhere to sit down and were just finishing off some hot dogs. Clearly they hadn't even stopped to look at any of the stuff. Well ok, whatever. But then it became clear that they didn't want people to know that they were there for Pride! They seemed to be embarassed to be there, almost afraid to be seen there! Well fair enough, I remember what it was like the first time I went to Pride. You do feel a little conspicuous, as if everyone is looking at you. By the time you leave though you realise that the people there have better things to think about than who you are and why you are there! So we walked along Broadway to look at the bears. Ok I should add here that one of them, let's call her Heph (short for Hephalump) is now walking with a stick, because she has bad knees (probably because she weighs 350 pounds), but not only does she not need the stick (she demonstrated her lack of need for it by running across the grass to snag a seat after we had got fries), but she seems to use it to garner attention. Broadway is quite long, and we walked from one end to the other. By the time we got back to the car she, Heph, was clearly in a real snit. The other one, let's call her MG (short for Misery Guts) doesn't seem to even be taking any notice of her own life let alone anyone elses, and so missed this mood change completely. But I realised that Heph was in a total snit, which probably wan't helped by K telling her (not in so many words) that she had no idea about art. Ok, we spent a total of 3 hours in their company that day. We then spent about 8 hours (yes EIGHT hours) talking about them, what a bitch Heph is, and how stupid MG is! We finally realised that this happened everytime we spent time with them, and that they were indeed toxic people. So we made a decision to cut them out of our lives. We will not ignore them when/if we see them, but we will not deliberately include them in our lives.

So what does that have to do with having lunch with them today? Well the mere fact that they were talking about how they had the need to get toxic people out of their lives! I thought it rather ironic based on the toxicity of their friendship, that they would have this need! So as we are driving away from the restuarant, MIL and I begin to discuss the lunch and realise that neither of us enjoyed the interaction, that MG was just as negative and depressing as ever, and Heph was just as snobbish and elitist as ever. I started the day on a high note, I went to a Toastmasters Meeting and really enjoyed myself, and then in the short space of 1 hour they destroyed all that and left me with a feeling of negativity and blackness! I will have to treat myself to some chocolate to overcome the feeling.

Where do the black eyed peas fit in? Well yesterday I was in the mall and walked into the CD store. Sometimes I just have to buy new music, I can't help it, it is a compulsion that I can't always resist. A track was playing that totally captivated me. The last time that happened it was Lisa Stansfield singing "They can't take that away from me" from the Larry Adler's CD Glory of Gershwin. I bought that album and love it totally. So I asked one of the assistants who was playing, it sounded like a cross between Sting and the KLF. Turned out to be the Black Eyed Peas! I have never conciously heard any of their music, so after listening to a little more of the song and really enjoying it, I went to ask another assistant about the BEP. She said they were sort of folk reggae, well I like that kind of music. Ok yes I like most kinds of music. So I bought the album, Monkey Business. It is their latest. I also bought an earlier CD of theirs, and a 9-inch Nails CD for K. But I have only listened to Monkey Business so far. It is incredibly, amazingly brilliant! I love it when I discover a new group that I didn't know of before. So I am sitting here listening to a fabulous CD, calming down after my toxic luncheon, getting ready to take MIL back home tonight so that K and I have some time alone together.

At times like this I realise that there is no better place than where I am right now.

Winnipeg - The bad bus driver capital of the free world

I can't believe how many bad bus drivers there are on the roads in Winnipeg. I don't just mean ones who drive too fast, or turn corners on two wheels, but those who drive dangerously. Several times this last week I have been on the bus when they have pulled away from a bus stop, after an elderly person has got on the bus, without caring whether that elderly person has grasped a hand rail even! Let alone given them the chance to sit down safely. One time a lady actually fell into the lap of a man sitting behind the driver because the bus veered around a parked car immediately after setting off. Then there was the driver who was going so fast down Taylor, and hit a pot hole, that the lady sitting next to me was bounced out of the seat and almost fell to the floor! I thought the bus was going to break in half. The driver then proceeded to shake his head, as if someone else was at fault! He also went round the corner onto Pembina on two wheels, and very nearly rear ended a small car just around the corner that was stopped for the lights. Now I know that they are struggling for drivers in the city, they are always advertsing for new drivers, but do we as tax and fare paying passengers have to put up with their dangerous driving?

Further to that, there seems to be an increase of miserable SOB's driving the buses too. Last week I got on the 29 to go in to work and the usual driver was absent. Never mind, I still greeted the driver with a friendly smile and a "good morning". He didn't even acknowledge me, he wasn't even looking in my direction. So when I got off I wished him a jolly day saying "*d0* enjoy your afternoon". Well this week he was driving the bus again, so when I got on I said "Morning Harry." He turned to look at me. Clearly his name isn't Harry, but I thought someone as happy as that simply *has* to be called Harry! LOL Needless to say he didn't acknowledge me again. I did see our usual driver on a different route the other day, so I am wondering if he was promoted, I will have to ask, hopefully I will see someone other than Harry to ask.

Then again, I got on the 95 on Friday and the driver was about as friendly as can be, so I guess it is just unlucky to get a bad driver.

Happy to be living away from this!

There is a kid (13 years old) in Florida who has been told by the courts that she is too young to make the decision to have an abortion! She is in care in the State, and the Child Protective Services Department went to court to prevent her from having the abortion. ACLU is on the case, but I have to ask the question, how did this child end up pregnant? I mean I know what she did, but how come she wasn't better educated about pregnancy, and where were the CPS when she was running around getting into trouble? The story is available on the BBC at http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/4500245.stm Now I realise that it might be a sweeping over generalisation to say that kids in care aren't really cared for, but we read more and more about how kids in care are not properly looked after. And it was the Florida CPS that "lost" that girl a few years ago. I am also reminded of a case in California (I think it was) where a 14 year old girl got pregnant and her parents refused her consent to have an abortion, then just a few months after the baby was born the girl was arrested for child endangerment, because the baby was found cold and hungry in a crib on its own. The parents had left that 15 year old to deal with the baby on her own after having made her have the child! Her life is ruined because of their narrow mindedness. That will probably happen to this kid in Florida too, if she even allowed to keep the baby! And isn't that worse? Turning her into some kind of incubator for another couple. She isn't emotionally mature enough to make the decision to have an abortion and yet she is emotionally mature enough to have a baby, and care for it? Give me a break. And that doesn't even take into account the physical dangers of her having a baby at such a young age. This kid will be scarred for life as a result of the stupidity of Florida state law. The Governor should intervene! Oh wait, he is a Bush, NO CHANCE! I will be interested to see if he even has comments on this, after his disastorous meddling in the Terry Shaivo case. I am just glad that I am living away from that place now. A state where they make a law and then just when everyone has settled into a new way of thinking, they retract the law. Look at the gay couples being allowed to adopt children as one example! They pass a law saying that gay couples can adopt, and then a few years later retract the law. So making all those gay couples who adopted kids in the meantime, criminals! I guess they didn't prosecute the couples, we would have heard about it, Rosie is after all a resident in Florida, but this is just one demonstration about how screwed up the whole issue of human rights is in the USA, especially in red states like Florida.

I just hope that when the ball drops, they don't all try to immigrate to Canada.

Terri Schiavo

For some time now this case has bothered me. It bothered my in several ways. Mainly because it is my belief that Terri was treated in a way that should be considered inhumane. Imagine the scenario, a woman is discovered locked in a room, shackled to the bed, starving and thirsty, her husband has deprived her of food and water for 13 days. What do you think would happen to the husband? Of course he would be locked up in prison for all kinds of different offenses, not least abuse! What happens when that room is a hospital bed and the husband is the doctor? Nothing. Nothing! Ok, that is one scenario. Look at it another way, a dog is discovered, starving and thirsty. The owner is prosecuted! Another way? Ok, a dog is injured in an accident and is to all intents and purposes dead although it can still move its eyes and whimper. Does the vet recommend that the owner put the dog on life support? No of course not! The vet kindly suggests it would be the best thing to put the poor dog out of its misery. So when it happens to a person, do the doctors suggest that the person be put out of their misery? Oh no! That wouldn't be fair! Let the poor person live on, struggling to communicate their wish to die for fifteen years! Fifteen years!!!! How *dare* her parents over rule the agreement that Terri made with her faithful and loving husband? And why the hell did the PTB allow for this case to drag on so long? If it wasn't bad enough that this was going on, for it then to become National News, International News, turns it in to some kind of freak show for the world to stare at. It horrifies me that something like this happened. Scares me that if I was in an accident which resulted in a persistent vegetative state that the agreement that I have made with my partner could be over ruled by my mother. Well I know that wouldn't happen, but in theory it could!

Then today I read a brilliant article by a BBC correspondant who lives in the US, that has given me hope that something good has come out of this horrendous case.

The URL is http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/tv_and_radio/4415595.stm

This is one of the paragraphs from that article "They were emotionally blackmailed but refused to budge, were told that their deepest held religious beliefs should push them in one direction, but thought for themselves and thought differently." The article goes on to say "If you can convince the courts that you are legally in the right, then no politician, even the president himself in his pyjamas and on his high horse, can stop you.
Michael Schiavo, Terri Schiavo's much vilified husband, did convince the courts.
He believed that his wife would want to die and they agreed.
It is a lesson the Republican party, which has allowed itself to become very closely allied with the religious right, will reflect on in the months ahead.
Already moderate Republicans are talking openly of re-capturing their party from the social conservatives.
It is possible at least that the high watermark of social conservatism has been reached. Its limit set by the will of a silent liberal majority.
The founding fathers must be watching from their heavenly perches and wondering at the power of the constitution they created. "

I sincerely hope that America learns from this lesson and that the religious zealots of that country have a looser grip. There is too much integration of church and state, it is one of the reasons I left America. If you do not believe in God you are still expected to pledge your allegiance to him, and that God can be any God I realise, but what if you are like me, a Pagan who believes not in a single deity, but in the ruling of nature over all things? No matter how fervently religious you are, you have no right to force your beliefs on me, and yet American's don't seem to even realise that that is what is happening to them. Now with this Terri Schaivo case, perhaps they are beginning to wake up to the fact that GWB is intent on making everything run to his own rule book, and that book is the Bible, interpreted by him (someone who can't even pronounce nuclear).

As an endnote, dying of thirst is one of the worst ways to die, drinking water is one of the major instinct for humans, and to deprive someone of water until they die is cruelty in its worst form. It is one of the reasons why the water torture is the most effective form of torture. Terri Schiavo should have been allowed to die a painless and dignified death once the decision was made that she wanted to die.

Don't mess with me

Why is it that people resort to being rude and abusive when they know they are losing an argument? Recently I had a discussion, via email, with someone who, in my humble opinion, wasn't doing his job properly and it was affecting me. That is something that I hate with a passion. I couldn't care less if you don't do your job properly, unless it affects me, in which case I will go out of my way to make sure that people know that you aren't doing your job properly! So anyway. This guy wasn't doing his job, which is to keep a website up to date. I had sent him some updated information to be changed on the site back at the beginning of February. It didn't get done, so two weeks later, enough time I felt, I resent the information. Oh and at the time I cc'd someone else to let her know that I had sent the updated information. The site still wasn't updated. So two weeks later I wrote to offer my assistance in keeping the site up to date. No response. So then I talked to the lady I had cc'd, to ask if there was anyway to get the information updated other than emailing this one guy. The guy in question was there at that meeting (as were 150 other people) and came over to talk to the other lady, so she introduced us and he was all friendly at the time. To cut a long story short, he wrote to me asking if I knew how to make a searchable database that could be put on the site. I said no, but if he wanted to work on that while I kept the current pages up to date I was happy to help. He wrote back and said that I Couldn't be of any help. Ok fine, but please update my information! He wrote back, cc'ing a whole bunch of other people who (to my knowledge) had no idea what was going on and basically said "who the hell do you think you are?" to which I replied with my official titles for the organisation to let him know that I did hold office. Well that let the cat out of the bag in no uncertain terms. So I hope that the jerk realises that he shouldn't mess with me! I will not be referred to in such derogatory terms by anyone, and the fact that he included an audience when he chose to "put me in my place" was a big mistake.

Now four other people, whom he cc'd, have come forward to say that they too are fed up of the information not being updated in a timely manner, so he has lucked out in thinking that he will get support from others for his position. HA HA! He has also been telling people that it takes hours to update the pages, so I just wrote to one lady telling her that I am a professional web designer and that I *know* how long it takes. People who are not good at what they are doing take hours to do things, and people who are too lazy to do it quickly, tell people that it takes hours, but those of us who are good at what we do, and do things in a timely manner, know damned well that it would take less than one hour to updated information that shows up on 5 different web pages in the site. If it even took an hour. It would of course depend on the program that you use to make the pages. But if you *are* using a program the process should be even quicker! I personally use notepad and write the code from scratch, which might seem more laborious, but it makes the pages simpler (by design) and easier to update in the future.

For the future, I will continue to complain about people who don't do their jobs thereby affecting the way I do my job, because I feel that I shouldn't suffer because of the inadequacy of other people! In a way I am kind of hoping that he resigns in a petulant fit. Because I would happily take over the site, I would make a much better job of keeping it up to date, and without boasting (my nana doesn't like people who boast), I know I would make a better design for the site too.

So there dickhead! :D

Well that makes sense

So Brad and Jen split up over politics. That makes more sense than any of the other stuff that was suggested to have caused their breakup. But now I am in a quandry. You see I kind of like Jen, but now I hear that she is a dyed in the wool republican who thinks GW is great I have to change my opinion of her. Although how any woman with more than two brain cells, especially one who wants a career of her own AND kids, can think that GW is great is beyond me. Does she know that his goal is to have all women back at home, looking after the kids and cooking and cleaning for her man? The idea of her even wanting a career is so alien to GW's idea of a good wife that it makes me wonder what she has been reading and listening to for the last 5 years. In addition to that, so Brad wants to go into politics? Well if he feels strongly about that he should be allowed to, and if he wants to be a democratic politician then she should support that. After all, if Laura Bush can be a democrat when her husband is a republican president, then why the hell can't Jen stand by Brad? I think there is more to this than meets the eye, and I still think that Angelina Jolie had nothing to do with it other than perhaps to encourage Brad to run for politics. But I guess we will find out in time.

But all of this begs another question, what about Courtney Cox-Arquette? She and Jen were supposed to be such great mates, so I wonder if she is another republican. Not that her politics matter, except that I would love to know how someone can put aside such atrocties as those GW is doing against women and think he is a wonderful person. It is a quandry all right.

Bunty the Klepto

So it appears that our cute little foster dog is a kleptomaniac. The first day she was here she "stole" a sock in the night, well that was ok, we found it rather amusing. Then she started to disappear with slippers, and then shoes! Fortunately she only puts them on the sofa, or other area she is sleeping in, like the cushion on the floor next to the desk. She doesn't chew them, she just takes them. With glee. We have now worked out how to tell when she has stolen something, the pace of her footsteps is a good indicator. And also if she goes quiet, then runs somewhere, you know she has some ill gotten gain in her mouth. Last night she raided the Winter warmer box, the one with the hats, gloves and scarfs in. She took one of my gloves first off, it was put back. Then she went for one of K's hats. That was put back and the box put up out of her reach. Then she went off in a sulk and came back with a shoe. Oh well. We don't mind. She doesn't chew anything, just takes it to her nest on the sofa.

She is such a wonderful little dog. So well behaved, she comes when called, she asks to go out, and she sits and gets down when told to. She doesn't pull on the leash unless she is trying to run faster than I can keep up with (LOL), and will always wait for me to catch up. She even takes her pills without question! Mind you I think part of that might be the liver biscuit that she knows she will get as a result of taking the pill. She likes to be with us, wherever we are in the house, and has got used to moving from place to place with us. I really hope that no one wants to adopt her, because we would really miss having her around.

In the meantime, we have to learn to keep our socks and slippers off the floor if we don't want to have to search the sofa cushions for them.

Puppy!!

So we got our doggie! We rescued her from doggie death row. They brought her up from Est Virginia, where she was to be gassed, a horrible horrible way to euthanise animals, especially dogs because it takes about 15 minutes, and is very painful! But she was saved from that, and is happy to be with us. She is an older beagle mix, they said about 6 years old but I think she is more like 8 years old, see what you think from the pics. She had a mammary tumour removed from her left side sometime at the end of last year, it was huge. I mean enormous, like about the size of a football! Now she has two more smaller tumours forming on her mamary gland, in addition to that she is having trouble with her lungs, wheezing and hacking. She probably has mets to the lungs. But that is ok, we are giving her a nice home to live in, loads of loving and attention, which she adores! If she could she would happily be petted all day long! But she isn't a nusiance, once she realises that you aren't going to pet her all day she goes back to her bed. Which is on the sofa, all snuggled up on a pillow. She isn't eating too well, but I made her some liver biscuits and she is probably holding out for those, and we just bought her some marrow bones to chew on too. She loves pigs ears, and will munch down a cheese flavoured beggin' strip with speed, so she isn't unable to eat, just waiting for the good stuff! LOL She is pretty cheeky too, yesterday she stole a sock, and today she stole one of my slippers! But she knows what she is allowed to keep and what she isn't, and doesn't mind when we take things away from her again. And she has her own toys to play with, which she does from time to time.

At the moment she is off having a bath, getting her ears cleaned out and her nails clipped, so that she is all lovely for the weekend. Not that anything special is happening this weekend, but all the same.

So we are very happy to have her with us. We just wish we knew what her name is! She doesnt really seem to answer to anything, but I have been calling her Missy, which K hates, so we will have to come up with something else. But for now we are having fun.

What is in a Name?

I know someone who has the most pretentious name you can possibly imagine and I have to wonder how he got it. What were his parents thinking? Naming him after one of the most well known bodies in the romance fiction world has to be some kind of joke. Surely? What did this poor guy go through as a kid? I knew kids, when I was at school, who were teased mercilessly by others because they had weird names, and not even as weird as Fifi-Trixabelle, Peaches, or Apple! Names that were unusual like the girl who was named Georgette, was teased for having a boys name! So what would kids say to someone who was named Fabio? Mind you, do kids know who Fabio is? Possibly not. This Fabio is nothing like "the" Fabio either, he is short, skinny with dark hair and glasses. But I wonder what having the name Fabio has done for him. If he even thinks about it that way, which he probably doesn't. But he is young enough that he could have been named for "the" Fabio. The rest of his name is what makes it pretentious, not the Fabio bit, but I won't list it all here. He goes by his full name too, he will introduce himself to people by his full name. Most people I know, don't even know I *have* a second name, let alone any more than that! But good old Fabio will reel off his names at the drop of a hat. Perhaps to make himself more memorable. Which is another thing I don't understand. Why do people crave to be remembered? I met someone on Thursday evening who was quite upset that I didn't remember her name, even though I had met her at a conference where there had been about 200 other people, and we weren't officially introduced! She had got my name off my badge, and I expect she thought that I would have got her name of her badge. But if I did notice her name, she was not memorable enough for me to remember her.

Is that bad? Am I so wrapped up in my own self importance that other people are meaningless to me? Perhaps Fabio is right, by introducing himself by his full name he makes people remember him, and that is the way to go. Hmm, there's a thought for a Saturday morning. Time for the Archers.

Hilary Duff

So I just saw Hilary Duff on the Oprah show, I had never read anything about her before and I don't know what I was really expecting, but I was amazed at how normal she was! The fact that her mother still grounds her amazes me! But I guess that is the difference between Mrs Duff and Mrs Spears. I wondered if she would actually make friends with the girl she met, they are close in age, and Hilary Duff really seemed to like the other girl. Unlike Gwen Stefani, who I thought was kind of arrogant in the way that she dealt with that fan meeting her. Sure the woman got a weekend in LA on GS, but she only met her for about 20 minutes in total! Then again I guess she did at least get a nice dress and a new hair cut out of it.

It always makes me laugh the way that Oprah gets star struck, and so do her guests! Enrique Inglasias was nervous because he was sitting next to her! LOL. Oh well, I guess we are all normal underneath it all.

Almost Spring!

It feels like Spring, it has been quite warm the last few days, and the snow is beginning to melt. I will miss the snow, I kind of like the quiet and whiteness of it. But once it has all gone, and the streets are cleaned up, and the sun is shining, I know that I will not be thinking about the snow.

Belinda and Samantha are both well, Samantha came out for nuts yesterday and stole the cranberries that we had left out for Belinda but she didn't eat. We got rabbit pellets for her instead, she likes those a lot.

Not much else is happening, so today I baked a cake. I haven't made a cake in years, so I have no idea what it will turn out like, I followed a recipe from Delia Smith, so it should be ok, we will see.

Be good and be happy.