What Do You Need Most?
You're the type of person who has a lot to express, and you need many outlets. You love to create - whether you're writing a novel or just putting together an amazing outfit.
You are a deep thinker. You understand the world well, and you are in touch with your emotions. And you don't like to keep your insights to yourself. You love sharing what you know with the world, even if it's in a very abstract way.
Thursday, 31 March 2011
Sunday, 27 March 2011
What Feels Like Home to You?
You may not be an artist by trade, but you feel like it's important to express your individuality. You can't stand any space that's too generic. You go for character and quirks.
You have a flair for design, and it's likely that you live in a beautiful home. You can see how pieces go together, and you're always looking to add to your collection.
Friday, 25 March 2011
Spring has sprung and Balu is shedding a lot of hair. A bath helps get rid of more of it faster, which is better than ejected furballs or visits to the vet. He really doesn't mind the bath and converts to a normal sized drowned rat when wet. Of course I gave him a treat afterwards and his sister wanted hers too!
Thursday, 24 March 2011
You're a bit of a rebel and a rule breaker. In fact, you wonder if there should be very many rules at all. You like taking risks and doing things your own way. You always stand out from the crowd. You are flamboyant and outgoing. You always say what's on your mind, whether you're around friends or strangers.
People may try to copy your style, but anyone who does ends up looking like a cheap knock off. There's only one you!
Yeah, after that they broke the mould!
Monday, 21 March 2011
Ha, great minds think alike, it seems, because the thoughts that ran through my head yesterday as we went through the silly census form were that it must have been designed by a moron.
What use is it – in relation to providing local services today – for them to know what qualifications we left school with? In my case it was long enough ago to be totally irrelevant and in my mother’s case this was well before the war, (I mean WW2, not any one we’re currently fighting.)
Likewise, what good does it do to know about my last job, in 1997, for a company in Tenerife, or my mother’s, in 1984, in a different area of England? And at 87, she’s hardly likely to work again, so no, she wasn’t looking for work last week, nor was she pregnant, but these questions had to be answered!
Useless, pointless and laughably unfit for purpose.
You're no cynic, but you are a complete skeptic. You don't buy into anything without proof - and you'll challenge any established "fact". In your view, evidence is what matters. You don't believe things based on hope. In fact, you wouldn't even be likely to say you "believe" anything. Believe implies faith.
Oh, how well they know me!Are You a Skeptic?
Sunday, 20 March 2011
On the pre-planned lunch menu today were tuna steaks with sweet potato wedges and roast butternut squash. Fortunately, the squash had been roasted, mashed, bagged up and frozen earlier. That just left the sweet spuds to be cut ...
Only yesterday my wrist had given out on me and bent right over backwards, with a nasty cracking sound, when I’d merely put my hands out to my sides to push myself up into a sitting position in bed. And it hurt like f*ck. Now I’ve lost almost all power – what little was left – in the wrist, so this morning I couldn’t even carry a cup of coffee, nor turn a tap.
Cutting up hard sweet potatoes certainly wasn’t going to happen today. Well, I already couldn’t do it with a knife and had bought one of the pictured apparatus – a vegetable wedger – to do the job of chopping them more easily.
Only it still wasn’t easy, because it still requires strength that I don’t have any more and I have to get down on the kitchen floor with it – and, no, it isn’t easy to get back up again – to put my whole weight behind it. Today, because I couldn’t put my weight behind my wrist, I couldn’t even do that.
In the end, I pushed on one side, while my mother pushed the other down with her foot – she couldn’t bend down to do otherwise – and with a bit of a fiddle, some brute force and lots of ignorance, we finally got sweet potato wedges.
What a bloody farce?
(I noticed Balu the cat was laying up the other end of the kitchen watching this performance. He probably thinks we’ve gone stark raving mad!)
We try to eat things like sweet potato instead of always having potato, because it’s healthier. I’ve looked to see if you can buy them ready-prepared and you can, but they come with coatings and chemicals we can’t eat and that would cause other problems, negating the healthy ethic too. And, while not everything is as hard to cut as a sweet potato, there are similar problems or parallel decisions to be made over many domestic tasks nowadays.
You just don’t realize how difficult seemingly simple things can be, until you can’t do them. What’s the alternative here? Getting – i.e. paying - someone to come in and do the preparation, if not cooking, for us, probably.
Wednesday, 16 March 2011
see more ICHC After Dark
Hahahahahaha I’ve always said that if cats were to speak / write, they – being everso clever – would use proper spelling and grammar, not LOLspeak.
(My cats, of course, understand both English and Spanish.)