Friday, 15 May 2015

Jest thinking ......


Hi there folks,



As I was sitting around pondering the problems of the world recently I realized that at my age I don't really give a damn anymore, I mean let's face it .... if walking was good for your health the postman would be immortal.  

A white whale swims all day, only eats fish and drinks water but 
is still fat.  A rabbit runs and hops and only lives 15 years - while 
a tortoise doesn't run and does mostly nothing, yet it lives for 150 years...  

You tell me to exercise ??   I don't think so !  Just grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked, the good fortune to remember the ones I do, and the eyesight to tell the difference.


Now that I'm older I've discovered ...

1)     I started with nothing and I still have most of it.
2)     My wild oats are mostly enjoyed with prunes and all 
        bran.
3)     I finally got my head together, and now my body is falling 
         apart.      
4)     Funny, I don't remember being absent-minded.
5)     Funny, I don't remember being absent-minded - hmm..
6)     If all is not lost, then where the heck is it?
7)     It was a whole lot easier to get older, than to get wiser.
8)     Some days, you're the top dog, some days you're the   
         hydrant !
9)     I wish the buck really did stop here, I sure could use a few 
         of  them.  
10)   Kids in the back seat cause accidents.
11)   Accidents in the back seat cause kids....
12)   It's hard to make a comeback when you haven't been
         anywhere.
13)   The world only beats a path to your door when you're in 
         the bathroom.
14)   If God wanted me to touch my toes he'd have put them on 
         my knees.
15)   When I'm finally holding all the cards, everyone wants to 
         play chess.
16)   It's not hard to meet expenses... they're everywhere.
17)   The only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth.
18)   These days, I spend a lot of the time thinking about the 
         hereafter......  I go somewhere to get something and then
         wonder what "I'm here after"?
19)    Have I sent this message to you before ?  or did I get it 
         from you ???
20)    Funny?  I don't remember being absent-minded...
         

The foregoing has been set here for all my "post menopausal"
friends to whom it will all probably make perfect sense !  To
anyone else just imagine what you have ahead of you hehehe...


Cheers, Kate xxx.


                      

Wednesday, 29 April 2015

FRACKING ???



Hi There,


I watched a TV programme tonight on 'Fracking' and am really annoyed at the points made ...  It was, according to the programme makers made out to be a good idea....  They neglected to give any real information in regard to the bad things attached to the results of this method.  

It now seems that they have Europe in their sights so now we are about to be bombarded by how everything in regard to Fracking is wonderful. There are plenty of videos on 'You Tube' telling of the many bad happenings in the USA due to Fracking...  Do they really think that we in this country are blind and totally stupid ?


I would be very interested in what you think ??



Cheers, Kate xxx.



Wednesday, 18 March 2015

Baking Soda uses Yummy microwave meringues and a parking charge tip.



Hi There,






Mmmmmm... Yum dessert !

The white of  1 large egg add to 300 grams of icing sugar knead for a few minutes pull off large marble pieces of the mixture roll into bolls and place 4 or so on a piece of kitchen roll paper on some sort of plate,  put in microwave for 1 to 2 minutes ...  voila !  Meringues... you can add fruit/- strawberries etc then serve...




WOWEEEE !  and to finish off this blog entry  I have added a wee video about parking charges which some of you in th UK. might find interesting ......






Cheers, Kate xxx.



Wednesday, 4 March 2015

Two weird and wonderful videos...




Hi There,

I came across these videos recently on You Tube and wondered what other people thought of them ...  



Now here's another weird video ......


Now what do you think ?  Are they true or false ??? 


Cheers, Kate xxx.


Tuesday, 24 February 2015

Stories of Mice, Men, Women and Children etc .....


Two 'true' happenings . 
    


Hi There ,

I have reposted these happenings of my childhood because a friend is having problems with some long tailed creatures at the moment and I was asked if I knew any remedies which would help clear these little beings from her house.  So, here we go again !  (As related in my blog dated 27/1/08.....

As usual folks I am compelled to write another of my rememberings, sometimes when I am due to do another blog post I hit a brick wall.....does that ever happen to you or is it just because I'm a relative newcomer to the world of Blogging? I was talking to someone recently who was complaining about having problems with mice in their house and they said that they had tried everything they could think of to get rid of them ... it reminded me of our family having the same problems nearly 60 years ago...
This is something which will probably convince you that I really am "round the twist" as it were. When I was nearly eleven years old my family moved to stay in a house where the back garden and Drying Green backed on to a field. I was the eldest of five children and to live near such a large (playground) was a marvellous experience for us. We all have memories of playing there, when the grass was long we would be hunters running through jungles and have adventures and when the grass had been cut we would attempt to build huts and have places where we could hide using branches and wood etc. In other words it was quite an idyllic play area for youngsters.
Now for the first five years after we moved there during the last days of Autumn and Winter was creeping in all of our lives were tormented by little pests (field mice) who, no matter how my Dad sealed up holes, laid traps etc and did everything he could to stop them getting into our house he never ever succeeded. Sure as God made little apples though ... we would all be sitting round the TV on a winters night and we would hear a scuffle coming from somewhere and a little animal would shoot from the Kitchen across the floor of the Living Room to goodness knows where... Now this happening would be more than a little disconcerting for the kids who were in the unfortunate position of being on the floor - rather than on one of the "chairs" belonging to "The Suite", if you had not quickly bagged a seat then you would have to loll floorwards. Keeping an eye open for little beasties with long tails.
As I said, my parents were tearing their hair out for nearly five years, one autumn afternoon my Mum was sitting at her sewing machine - going good style, probably making another matching outfit for us kids (from we were toddlers till we were too old for them, we each had a matching gingham set - girls skirts - boys shirts girls white tops.You think I'm kidding ??? (we looked like kids from Sound of Music) though we wore them more than they did.
The TV was on while she sewed but something she heard made her stop and take notice, it was a lady talking about how to get rid of mice and beasties from your house. She said that all that was required would be to go into every room and walk-in cupboard in your house and just explain to the mice that you were afraid of them and that they would be better off going to " ................" and that "they" would like them to stay "there". Now the point of the missing words is to let you know that you had to tell the mice where to go, but you must not tell anyone else. This suggestion to Mum was helpful as at the time we had a little problem with a neighbour of ours.
This was an electric light bulb moment for Mum. She thought about it but said nothing to any of us and on a day later in the week she tried it out. It was only afterwards that she owned up to the action which she had taken and told us that while she was doing it she was very embarrassed and felt a right TWIT. But she had to do it, she had come to the end of her tether and was dreading another winter with our little friends.
From that day on though none of us ever saw any sign, or hide nor hair of any little wild creature in the house . My Mum lived the rest of her life there and died in that house which was still mice-less. All of our family can attest to this and all of us remember the fright we all experienced each time one of the little tykes made an appearance.
I tell you something else, none of us have ever had any problems with vermin of any kind in any of our houses and a few of us have lived in or near the countryside. I can't speak for the rest of our family these happenings are well known and wherever I have lived I always have a little walk around and have had a word or two on the quiet with any tiny creatures that might be listening.

EPISODE 2 ...
I was reading through my posts this morning checking out it anyone had looked in and realized that I hadn't put an addition, to the "Childhood Memories"  About 10 years ago there was an article in the newspaper about Buck House (Buckingham Palace) being inundated with mice and rats - Blimey! who'd have thunk it eh?

You know what's coming don't you? me being helpful, had to write and tell them what my Mum had done years ago to rid us of the little vagabonds and ask "them " (the power behind the throne - ie servants wot clean Her Majesties rooms ) to have a word on the QT with the little beggars and tell them - in no uncertain terms to go to ???  Now there's a thing, where do they tell them to go ?  I reasoned that if it worked in our humble abode then there was no reason why it could not work there... I thought well, if nothing else they (whoever opened the envelope) would get a laugh.

Blow me, if I didn't get a reply with the crest and everything from one of her Maj's ladeez or one of the many Secretaries who thanked me for my information and told me that "reports of the infestation had been exaggerated " yeah, right ! I'm damn sure there must be millions running about the House there. Her Maj probably never even heard a scoobie about getting rid of the long tailed pests - or about some "nitwit" writing to her.

Just thinking about it though, can you imagine how long it would take to go round all the rooms and walk-in cupboards in the Pal ? probably too much to expect some folk to do that job. Just you remember too the next time you read in the papers that the Palace is coping with an infestation of wee long tailed animals.

Hope today's little episode gave you a laugh anyway - It really cheered me up too..
Cheers to All from Scotland, where the midges rule and the Haggi roam the streets.....

Love Kate xxx..


** WARNING ** The reading of this article can Seriously Damage your Mental Health though unbelievably it is all completely true... Honest Injun !! (well ..... apart from the bit about the Haggi roaming the streets that is).



Sunday, 15 February 2015

The power of words. An old Glaswegian poem and a beautiful sight.


Hi There,


I came across this recently from Walk the Talk.com ...
Positive praise is limited only by its lack of use. How many people do you know who could benefit from a sincere “congratulations” or “great job” or possibly even “you’re the best?” Silent appreciation doesn’t really mean much. Let others know your positive in regard to them and they’ll live up to your compliment.

Samuel Goldwyn apparently said, “When someone does something good, applaud!  That way you will make two people happy.”  

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The above  made me think of my own childhood... a looooong time ago!

I was born the eldest of five children just after the second world war and we didn't have a lot of 'things' but we always had enough to eat and had the knowledge that our parents would do what they could for us.  In these days though people didn't think about praising their children, that was looked upon at that time as 'spoiling' them.

At that time,  in the 'dark ages' it was thought that spoiled children would rule the roost, become cheeky and troublesome and therefore bring problems to your door...   Things are quite different now of course and in some cases much to the other extreme but we realize that by giving some praise most children will blossom !
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This next poem will probably not make much sense to most folk who visit here but there are a few people who will understand the 'gist of it' and get a laugh ! 

Oh where is the Glasgow where I used to sty,
with white wally closes done up wi' pipe clay 
Where you knew every neighbour, from first floor to third, 
and to keep your door shut was considered absurd. 
Where are the weans that once played in the street, 
wi a jorrie a peerie and a gird wi a cleet 
Can they still cadge a hudgie or dreep aff the dyke,
play hunch cuddy  hunch, kick the can and the like. 
Where is the wee shoap where i used to buy 
a quarter o tatties a tuppeny pie, 
a bag o broke biscuits a wee sodie scone, 
and the wummin' aye asked "hows yer maw gettin oan" 
Where is the tallys that i knew so well, 
the wee corner shoppie where they used to sell , 
hot peas, a McCallum, ice cream in a poke 
you knew they were tallies the minute they spoke. 
Where is the cludgie that cosy wee cell 
the string frae the cistern i remember it well, 
where i sat wi a caunle and studied the nags, 
a win for the 'gers defeat for the jags. 
Where is the tram car that once did a ton 
doon the Great Western Road on the old Yoker run, 
the conductress aye knew how to deal with a nyaff, 
"if yer gaun well come oan if yer no then get aff." 
I think o the days o my tenement hame 
we've got fancy hooses but there just no the same,
i'll swap yer gizzunders flyovers and jams 
for a tuppeny ride on the old partick trams. 
Gone is the glesga that i used to know, 
big wullie, wee shooie, the steamy, the co, 
the shilpit wee bachle and glaikit big dreep, 
yer baws on the slate and yer gas at a peep. 
those days werny rosy and money was tight, 
the wages hauf feenished by Seturday night, 
but still we came thru it and weathered the ruts, 
the reason is simple, "Our Parents Had Guts" .


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A beautiful sight ......  How they don't fly into one another is amazing!  The Music is Pachelbel's Canon in D - so soothing...




Cheers, Kate xxx.




Sunday, 8 February 2015

A very important job ... and a couple of really funny stories.



   Hi There,  

I thought the following stories were hilarious and hope you also enjoy them ...

A woman stops by unannounced at her son's house, she knocked on the door then immediately walked in.  She was shocked to see her daughter in law lying on the couch totally naked.  Soft music was playing, candles are lit and the aroma of perfume filled the room.  "What are you doing"? she asked... "I'm waiting for Jeff to come home from work".  She explained. "But you're naked" ... "This is my love dress" !  Jeff loves me and wants me to wear this dress, it excites him and every time he sees me in this dress he instantly becomes romantic and can't get enough of me."

The mother in law leaves, inspired by what she has learned... When the mother in law gets home, she undresses, showers, puts on her best perfume, dims the lights,  puts on a romantic CD and lays on the couch, expectantly awaiting her husband, finally her husband comes home.  He walked in and saw her lying there provocatively.

"What are you doing?" he asked  - "This is my love dress, she whispered sensually...    " Hmmmmmmm.....  Needs ironing" 
then ......... "What's for dinner ?"

He never even heard the gunshot !! 
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 Cheers, Kate xxx.