An Accidental Meme

Is there any other kind, I wonder? So “Moondance” tagged me for this meme,“Moondance”, probably because she is a deep thinker type with a big brain. Curious that she should have tagged me for this one then!

The idea is that we think of 5 things that we would ‘save’ in the event of a hurricane or presumably any other natural disaster.

Or as she says, ‘Here’s how it works (this is my first time, so I may do it wrong):

1. Tell us what five things you would take with you from your home if you had to evacuate for a storm or forest fire or other emergency, and there was a chance you couldn’t come back.

2. Include a link to this post, and pass on this list of instructions.

3. Leave a comment below, so we can find your post.

4. Think of something you can do for someone who actually had to make that decision in real like, and share that idea with us, too.

5. Tag three or more people to pass it on.

What would you save?’

For a ‘first attempt’ I am full of praise. I thought my widget would break the first time I tried one of these, to say nothing of all those frightful linky winkies. Therefore, I am happy to encourage by participating.

1. Nonna.

2. Spouse.

3. Big daughter

4. Little daughter

5. Big son………only five…..oh dear this isn’t going to work. Do you mean I have to “choose?”

Oopsie! Always pay close attention to the details. Moondance wrote ‘things‘ not people.

Phew!

Much easier.

1. The Laptop. More portable that a zillion heavy photograph albums.

2. Sable

3. Blankie

4. Pikachu

5. The basket of DS’s and re-chargers.

They’re not ‘valuable’ as such, but will be invaluable as serious motivators if we are ever to be able to dig ourselves out of the rubble…….

“Dig, dig, dig dearies and when we get out you can 30 minutes electronics time, whilst I pick Dandelion leaves for supper.”

So now I need to tag five other people, or there abouts? On this particular occasion I leave you to choose whether to participate or not. I recently read “Lou’s” post about “tagging” which gave me pause for thought. Possibly on a very small pause and an even smaller thought, but I still ponder. Everyone in the blogosphere seems a little over-burdened at the moment and I shouldn’t wish to add to the load, but if you do, let me know.

Cheers dears


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Prompt meme

I stole this from “Lime” from “House of Lime” recently.

She notes, ‘the idea is to write the first reaction you have to the prompt and don’t change it. Consider yourself warned…’

Usually, my limit is seven, but I’ll have a go. Rules are not really my thing.

1. My ‘ex’ is still….[now residing in Australia, a great distance away last time I checked]

2. I am listening to…Pokemon conversations.

3. Maybe I should… interpose and shoot for a non Pokemon conversation.[but they’re too cute to interrupt!]

4. I love……….anchovies, anything in brine, chutneys, anything salty, I’m just pickled.

5. My best friend(s)……… live too damned far away.

6. I don’t understand……….very much, and less with every advancing year.

7. I’ve lost my respect for……….never had any in the first place.

8. I last ate…………a vat of espresso. [Hey it has crunchy bits, it’s a solid]

9. The meaning of my display name is…. I believe they’re both self explanatory, although I wish I’d started the name with ‘1A’ rather than a ‘W’.

11. Someday…………I shall be alone, probably when I am dead.

12. I will always………….dither

13. Love seems to be……….pink in America.

14. I never ever want to lose…………. teeth.

15. My mobile phone is……….mobile, out on a jaunt on it’s own account.

16. When I woke up this morning……..it was still dark, I fell out of bed and ran downstairs three at a time, at thrice the speed of light.

17. I get annoyed at/with………just about everything.

18. Parties……….infrequently, unless you count home grown celebrations, just teeny tiny ones, every day.

19. My pets………..have behavioural issues.

20. Kisses……….hip bones and elbows, should progress to upper arm and rib cage as the years pass and height increases. For those who are dentally challenged, it is infinitely better to receive than to give, for both parties.

She doesn’t mention tagging. Am I supposed to tag? How many people am I supposed to tag? Never mind, if you want to have a go, just let me know.

Meanwhile, should you be in need of a little “cheer,” take a little “peek” at this quickie “video” and then cheer some “more.”

Here are some other videos I found quite by chance, “Temple Grandin” et al including a “fabulous quote from Temple’s mum.” Thanks “Purple Medical Blog.”

Cheers dears


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Quicky Quirks

“Michelle” over at “Just a Minute” tagged me for this supposedly quick meme. Is she a big fat fibber or merely a white little liar?

Odd that she should pick me to tag for this one seeing as how I am completely quirk free, she must have muddled me up with some other oddity. People! Really!

Apparently, these are the rules:-

Rules:

1) Link to the person who tagged me.
2) Mention the rules.
3) Tell six quirky yet boring, unspectacular details about myself.
4) Tag six other blogger´s by linking to them.
5) Go to each person's blog and leave a comment that lets them know they've been tagged.

Here are my replies.

1. I always forget to do ‘5’ as I’m no good at rules!
2. I wear my watch on my right wrist even though I am not left handed.
3. I used to be ambidextrous due to a long series of broken wrists and arms due to a spate of falling:- out of trees, off walls, into holes. The American term for this is Klutz. The English term for this is clot or butter limbs.
4. I used to have dark brown hair. Then I had steel grey hair with lots of wild wiry bits. Now I am a bottle blond bimbo, cap screwed on tight with lots of bims but very few bo’s.
5. I am a multitasking supremo; swig vats of coffee whilst I do the laundry, twitter and whitter, therapize, hide and seek lost things, dead head the chickens and stuff the roses, all at once.

Now I tag the following victims:-

“Furiousball”

“LouCeel”
“Broken Man” coz I know you’d be great in the confessional!
“Linda”
“Hammer” who will no doubt demonstrate his very best politeness skills!
“David” coz he’s always such a good sharer!
“Lime” because I meant to steal her last one but I never quite got around to it.
“The Blogess” although I suspect she a big too icey. If you have a mo nip over and check your neurosis “here.”
“Angela” because I am rotten pal and more neglectful than I ever thought possible, and we may all learn something “useful” over “here.”
“Franky” because she needs to get her crank started.
“Joke” because I think we’re both fans of the 3 degrees or is that six?

“Steve” if he can put some clothes on first.
“Dulwichmum” as she gonna add some class! Yeah right!

Meanwhile I’ve taken “Frog’s” mum’s advice and staring at the ceiling.

Cheers dears


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15 years in a nutshell [ish]

“Mary Lue” over at “Life the Universe and Everything” has tagged me for this meme. That’s what I call a dare!

Think back on the last 15 years of your life. What would you tell someone that you hadn't seen or talked to for 15 years? How would you sum up your life? You get 10 bullet points. A list of 10 things to summarize about you. At the end of your list, tag 5 more people and send on the love…

Since I am also taking “Karen’s” advice about being brave, this will be my first and only ever video of me. I did warn you that I can only count up to seven.

Wish I’d worn a suit!

Wish I had a suit!
Sorry about the ‘hat hair’ I had to wear my birthday crown.

Sorry about the jewels, I had to wear them all to avoid favouritism.

Wish I knew how to edit video tapes. Eeek!

Hope I don’t crack your screen.

Don’t forget to wipe the spit off!

I won’t be a big ol meany and tag anyone specifically but if you take up the challenge leave me a little linky poo.

Cheers dears

p.s. they weren’t alone in the house, their Dad and Nonna were holding the fort so I could have a minute of alone time with you. Hey! It’s my birthday! Wear a “dress!” From my barnyard to yours.

N.B. ‘Bedlam’ means chaotically noisy NOTHING else.  Ooo I wish I could edit.

Ooo that’s a good idea, I should have put a real arrow on my face!


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The Seven Deadly sins

I have always known them off by heart. I even made up my own mnemonic at far too early age to keep me on the straight and narrow. GAPWELS should be our watchword.

This could also be called 7 things about me as “Suzy” over at “identity crisis” prefers to call it. She tagged me with a meme, but I only ever manage to seem to be able to get around to these things at the weekend as I am bloggy challenged and all the linky do dahs steam up my bifocals.

Sloth or being lazy, is probably the only one that doesn’t apply to me. I am probably allergic to lazy. I am simply not capable of remaining still for long enough. I am a constantly moving target so the arrows of sloth can’t tag me. There again ‘busy’ and ‘productive’ are not necessarily the same thing.

Lust or lechery. I shall have to skip this one as I can’t get my spouse to sign the waiver.

Covetousness or avarice, the insatiable desire for wealth or gain, isn’t really my thing. Envy is another one that I mislaid when I changed from a youngster into an old fogy, or possibly just foggy, but the wrinkles are only thinly disguised under a thick layer of Ponds facial cream.

I have oodles of wrath or anger, which is quite disproportionate to the cause. Wrath manifests itself in the form of irritation and annoyance, which covers just about every waking moment. Even as the flames of hell tickle my toes, I shall be cross that I left my flameproof socks at home.

I debating with having Pride declassified as a deadly sin, since it appears that we womenfolk are in dire need of a healthy dollop of self esteem, but I don’t want to split hairs about definitions.

Gluttony is probably the best deadly sin around. Under normal circumstances [fully functioning gnashers] I would have a chance at a fairly reasonable score at this one, as everyone knows that salted peanuts are made with the sole purpose of tempting the dentally challenged.

Ideally I should like to tagged 7 similarly lapsed Roman Catholics but they’re a bit thin on the ground, so instead I’ll tag “Suzy” right back just to see if she has a holy chance of getting into the Convent.

“Lori” over at “Spinningyellow” seems to have her own unique way of wading through the religious options, so I’ll be interested to see her take.

“Melody” over at “slurping life” is another one that has her hands full to over flowing, so she’s bound to have something helpful to aid lesser mortals such as myself.

“Stompergirl” over at “Stompergirl” always get my vote as she admits to the vice of grumpiness, which always makes me feel so much better.

“Liv” over at “madnessmadnessisay” because she’s good at huge memes, uses strange unfamiliar words and also wants to change the world. I’d also be jolly glad to see her sitting in the lotus position on a nice hard wooden pew.

“Furiousball” is bound to bounce back with something to rattle my cage.

Number seven would have to be “I am Bossy” because I know that I’m going to love the pictures and have a “giggle,” hopefully at her expense.

So off you toddle now and see if you can offer me some insight into the world of sin from around the globe, sort of antidote to “nice matters.”

Maybe you could just pick one, the one that’s really bad for you and post 7 items just on that? Wouldn’t it be fun to find out what wickedness lurks beneath the outer shell of the blogs that you love?

You don’t have to be tagged to join in, but if you post let me know so I can pop along and hand out penance. Do I have a touch of the “God Complex” or maybe just a little devilment?

Cheers dearies


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Seven more

 

“MomNOS” from “MomNOS” has tagged has tagged me for a meme, in which I am instructed to:

1) Link to the person that tagged you, and post the rules on your blog.
2) Share 7 facts about yourself.
3) Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs.
4) Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

1. I volunteer at the children’s school for their reading programme which means that I count how many books each child reads and give a presentation with positive feed back.

2. I am not very good at it even though I practice beforehand and have three different versions for small special needs children, slightly bigger special education children and typical bigger children.

3. I wear a tall ‘cat in the hat’ hat during the presentation in a feeble attempt to attract their attention, as well as red and black clothes for the same reason. I always come in still wearing my sunglasses to complain that the room is too dark. Eventually someone will tell me where I’m going wrong.

4. Because they’re learning cursive I wrote all their names on their chart in English Round Hand [calligraphy]. This means that Ian and Jan look very similar. None of them can read their own names now. This is just the kind of positive feedback that youthful persons most need. Although my performance is largely scripted, I was nervous at the beginning of the school year. The class had expanded from 21 to 32. When I arrived I noticed that they seemed so much larger, almost teens, so I checked, “are you the pupils from Form 4?” I looked over their discombobulated faces, all 31 on them, until I found the 32nd, who decided to help out, “STEW dense Mom! An it’s GREYED four.” We wasted a considerable amount of time disentangling the function of the eye and the optical nerve.

5. Last time I read them a poem, called ‘sick’ by Shel Stevenson. * I ordered them to listen because it was funny and would be very useful if they ever needed to bunk off school. No-one understood ‘bunk.’ The teacher gave me the evil eye. At the end, a wise and small American child advised me that it would be very unwise to pretend to be ill.

6. I agreed with him and told him to ignore stupid foreigners, thus demonstrating more political incorrectness. I accidentally patted him on the head in a friendly manner and then remembered that you’re not supposed to touch children if they’re not yours. The same kindly child did not report me for inappropriate physical contact, which he could both say and spell. Hence I can ‘do’ and ‘say’ politically incorrect very well.

7. I finished my presentation with an even funnier ditty called ‘One fine day.’ They all laughed a lot and very loudly. I now know that it is thoroughly inappropriate material for small American people. I could tell because I made print outs of both poems for the children to take home. The teacher suggested it might be better if the print outs remained in school.

Aren’t you so glad I don’t volunteer in your children’s class and corrupt them. This is one very good reason why I eschew parent participation schools, because there will be people like me there.

*Sick

Sick “I cannot go to school today,”
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
“I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I’m going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox
And there’s one more – that’s seventeen,
And don’t you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue –
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I’m sure that my left leg is broke –
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button’s caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,
My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb,
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my spine is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is –
what? What’s that? What’s that you say?
You say today is … Saturday?
G’bye, I’m going out to play!”

— Shel Silverstein

I apologise in advance to anyone who finds the following offensive. In my experience people with disabilities have the greatest sense of humour of us all lesser beings. If you doubt me, I would recommend that you listen in to the podcast [free] of the BBC ‘Ouch’ programme.

One fine day in the middle of the night

One fine day in the middle of the night,
Two dead men got up to fight,
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other,

One was blind and the other couldn’t, see
So they chose a dummy for a referee.
A blind man went to see fair play,
A dumb man went to shout “hooray!”

A paralysed donkey passing by,
Kicked the blind man in the eye,
Knocked him through a nine inch wall,
Into a dry ditch and drowned them all,

A deaf policeman heard the noise,
And came to arrest the two dead boys,
If you don’t believe this story's true,
Ask the blind man he saw it too!

Now that I am grown up, I appreciate that this is about as politically incorrect as anyone could muster.

Unlike “MomNOS”“>”Momnos,” I have decided to democratic in my tagging, as well as impartial because I am practicing being a good American, so I shall the tag the next 7 people who are silly enough to have left comments, because I am writing this in the future and tagging people in the past, because I’m also very good at time travel.

So the first foolish person “Roxan” at “kickshawcandies.” aka “something wicked comes this way.”

Then Kyra who is blogless – what a situation to be in! And no email on her profile! Can you imagine?

Then, “Joeymom” at “Joeyandymom”

So is that 3 or does that only count as two? Anyway, the next victim willing or otherwise is “The glasers” at “aut2bhomeincarolina.”

Then we have my favourite late night visitor, an owl if ever there was one, “Kristina” at “Autismvox” but that’s the price you pay for not being asleep at 17 minutes past one in the morning!

Then there is “Kelley” who also pootled along in the wee small hours of the morning, but she’s forgiven because she lives upsidedown in Australia at “Magnettobold.” no mean feat I can tell you.

“Casdok”
over at “Mother of Shrek” bimbled along at some unearthly hour or the morning, although 2 a.m. here is 10 a.m. there, which is probably the ideal time to be awake on a Saturday morning, given the option, which I am not.

Lucky number six was “Akelemalu” over at “Everything and Nothing” who has a fun piece up right now, so don’t miss it. That’s my kind of humour.

Lastly we have “Vi” who is a big rudey, but what else can you expect from those Aussies. This particular brave Aussie has transplanted to the delightful city of Bath in England where so many of Jane Austen’s characters lived out their demure and sophisticated lives as all proper Brits should. Look out at “Are you local???” I dread to think what kind of mischief she’s getting up to, I can almost feel a touch of the vapours coming on.


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Friday Five good things

 

My “sensitive” little pal sends out a challenge.

Hers is five really good things, but I think I can only manage marginally good things depending upon the time of day!

‘Good things’ always makes me thing of Martha Stewart, which is always daunting.

Five! No longer a challenge.

I only usually go up to three and that’s on a good day. But now I’ve done 18 I feel as if I’ve graduated.

If we’re supposed to link then you may be out of lucky as I’m a bit technically challenged, otherwise….

1. fresh cranberry sauce with grated orange [sorry Thanksgiving aftermath]
2. newly mown grass, assuming I didn’t have to mow it myself
3. the smell of ironing [reminds me of my mum, as I’m allergic to ironing myself]
4. freshly baked bread just before it comes out of the oven and has filled the whole house with wafts of yeast [especially if I’m warming it up from the supermarket rather than having to make my own because I’m a bit lazy like that.]
5. WD40 because that means nothing will squeak and be annoying.

I’ve just realized that those are all smells! I must be hungry or something [but not for the WD40, just for the peaceful break of a snack.]

Now surely just about anyone can do five, especially if you’re the lazy type that didn’t manage to conjure up a list of things that you’re thankful for for Thanksgiving! Oops, that would be me of course. Let me know when you list. Perhaps you could do 5 good things using a different sense? Or one for each sense? See how helpful I am being.


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Meme

 

Today I was tagged for a meme by “Amusing” at “amusingonlife” for this massive meme. 18 items must be the biggest one I’ve attempted yet.

1. What were you afraid of as a child?
The definition ‘child’ gives me pause. If you mean under 11 then absolutely nothing at all. Over 11 then it would probably be the dark.

2. When have you been most courageous?
I have never been courageous about anything, I am an out and out, fully signed up member of the wimp brigade. I wear my yellow stripe with pride.

3. What sound most disturbs you?
Dentist’s drill. Actually any noise within a dentists office is enough to send me off to the funny farm.

4. What is the greatest amount of physical pain you've been in?
Jaw surgery. Worse than giving birth drug free four times, even if it had been consecutive.

5. What's your biggest fear for your children? (or children in general if you don't have your own)
That they might not reach adulthood. That when they reach adulthood they might not have long enough lives. That any life that they do have might not be as happy as it might be.

6. What is the hardest physical challenge you've achieved?
Aerobics instructor course when pregnant with number 2.

7. Which do you prefer: Mountains or oceans/big water?
The sea. [translation = the ocean]

8. What is the one thing you do for yourself that helps you keep everything together?
Read.

9. Ever had a close relative or friend with cancer?
My mum. Breast cancer, ten years ago and faring well now.

10. What are the things your friends count on you for?
I have no idea?

11. What is the best part of being in a committed relationship?
Always someone on hand to annoy.

12. What is the hardest part of being in a committed relationship?
Their infuriating annoyingness.

13. Summer or Winter? Why?
Late Spring in the UK, early Spring in the States.

14. Have you ever been in a school-yard fight? Why and what happened?
We didn’t have school yards we had play grounds.

15. Why blog?
Ummmmmmm?

16. Did you learn about sex, and/or sex safety from your parents?
No I was told the facts of life by my chum when we walked to school together one day, when I was about ten. I laughed like a drain and told her the real truth, that they come out of your tummy button.

17. How do you plan to talk to your kids about sex and/or sex safety?
I answer the questions when they come in an age appropriate manner, or rather this is what I have done for both the girls, I may need to alter my approach.

18. What are you most thankful for this year?
This year? As in 2007, or this year as in the last 12 months? Happy to answer following clarification.

So who am I supposed to tag? How many? Hmm? Let’s see.

“Elissa” from “managing autism.”

“Mary [MPJ]” from “Mamampj”

“Blissfulmama” from “mumkeepingsane”

“Furiousball” at “furiousball”

“MmomOf3” at “Momofonetwothree”

If I’ve not tagged you, have a go yourself and then get back to me so that I can come and take a peek – I nosy like that!

Cheers and a very happy Thanksgiving to everyone who stops on by.

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