Wednesday 26 September 2007

A Lesson in Learning!

Went to my English class today, am meeting some lovely people from all walks of life. Lucy for example works with autistic children in a school in Southampton. She's so funny and her work is incredibly rewarding. Doing this course for her means she can work with them in the classroom rather than being tucked away in the office. As well as English she's doing Maths and Science and holding down a full time job. There's multi tasking for you.

Linda is a mum of four her eldest has just left university and she's at a time in her life when she wants to do something for herself. Know how that feels!
Sharing our little dreams and ambitions with others is so positive, in just two lessons I've been given so much encouragement with regard to my writing that I feel I can write a best selling novel thats up for the Booker Prize. (please). Nicky the tutor is brilliant and the class is lively and fun to be in.

Have been given homework to do which must be original and around 1000 words, can't wait to get stuck in. Bit ironic last time I got homework was in 1986, back then was more interested in snogging the face of Dean Gelson than actually doing the work. How times change. Wonder what happened to him anyway.

Tuesday 25 September 2007

Hang in there for tomorrow is another day!

Have been a scrubber today. Not the hawking your patch type I mean cleaning. Other peoples houses. Hate doing it but someone's gotta put food on the table. JK Rowling was a single parent before she hit the jackpot and had money coming out of her ears. If I keep thinking that then it's not so bad being Cinderella.

If Prince Charming shows up now he'll have to take me as he finds me. Or just take me!

Bought a huge jar of Nutella today for a quid, amazing how little things can put a smile on your face. Ho Hum!

Monday 24 September 2007

That's My Life..!

I saw an old friend from the school the other day. As kids we looked identical and were often mistaken for each other.
Now she's a successful businesswoman living in a huge house with a gorgeous husband. That bitch is living my life!

Sunday 23 September 2007

We have an Emergency situation here.....

Why is it when I put important documents and the like in a safe place, I can never find them again? I reckon it's payback for all the times I've acted the complete bitch.

Okay I know my car is small and rusty and goes top speed of sixty miles an hour, if I want to hog the middle lane on the motorway I will. Partly as it annoys the hell out of those speed freaks and because I own the bloody road.

Bent over backwards trying to accomodate Alex and his friend last night. Hate sleepovers listening to forced farts and giggles loses it's appeal after several hours.

Am pissed off there's no chocolate in the house. Could go out and get some but that would mean committment and I prefer to sit here and gripe about it. It's the only pleasure I get.

Dont understand all this fuss about Britney Spears. Drug abuse, child neglect, traffic violations. Sounds normal to me.

Friday 21 September 2007

Have You Seen....?

When my brother moved into his new flat the first thing that I noticed was the neighbour upstairs. A toothless old guy with about as much social graces as a dead slug. His fascination to what went on in other people's homes seemed to be his goal in life, the constant questions on where you were going or what you were doing grated on me as i can't bear nosey old bastards it left me no option but to answer honestly.

What You doing?
Knocking on the door.
What you doing?
Knocking on the door.

Where you going?
This way.
Where you going?
That way.

He's the sort of guy who will say what a nice day it is when its pissing down. Anyway someone nicked his dustbin and did he flip! Banging on doors demanding it back, you would have thought something serious had happened.
Three times in half hour he knocked at my brother's flat I laughed my head off as someone should have buried him in the bloody bin years ago.
He even called the Police who arrived to humour him and generally take the piss. So far the whereabouts of the bin is unknown. Little description to help you. Its green. That should narrow it down a bit.

Thursday 20 September 2007

Back to School!

I started my English GCSE course yesterday at the local Adult Education Centre, to say I was nervous was an understatement. Tena lady would have made a small profit out of me. In my haste I sat outside the wrong classroom and ended up being the last to arrive which pissed me off. Walking into the RIGHT classroom I saw a sea of serious faces watching me as I sat down. With much paper shuffling and pen fiddling the atmosphere seemed almost tense.

Everyone filled out this short form explaining the reasons why and how this course would benefit us, then Nicky our teacher made us exchange the information with each other. It broke the ice and within five minutes we all cheered up and had a natter learning everyone's names and discovering the various reasons why we were all there.

We played a word game called Call My Bluff, picking a word out of the dictionary and writing four meanings of it. The true one and three other 'bluffs'. Our table which consisted of six people all of various ages picked the word. M'Pret. The true meaning is Ruler of a nation. Our bluffs were a Spanish Dance, A Greek tune and a type of wheat. None of the other tables guessed the true meaning so our table won leaving us feeling quite proud of ourselves.

I'm looking forward to next week's lesson and wish I'd have done this years ago. It's never too late to learn and this time round I'm no longer the snotty nosed schoolgirl that I was back in 1985 who spent most of the lesson scrawling 'I love Simon Le Bon' in block letters on my pencil case and giving the teachers earache when they noticed. Now I have something to acheive I dont just want to pass this course, I want to pass with a distinction. I CAN do this!!

Tuesday 11 September 2007

Wise Words From Great Uncle Jim!



During the second world war my Great Uncle Jim was a 'spiv' a lovable rogue who always knew how to make a few quid on the side. The type of guy who charmed the knickers of a nun and could always get out of sticky situations with plenty of chat and charm.
I'd told Alex many stories about him and since we hadn't visited him for ages we decided to drop in for a cuppa.
Now 79 years young, Jim has lived in the same house for fifty four years and it's been in the family for about sixty so many memories resurface when visiting.

Their house hasn't been decorated in years reminding me of the times when I visited as a child. One particular day when I was around five I arrived with my Nan (Jim's sister) and asked for a treacle sandwich. Being told they didn't have that sort of thing in their house I was sent out in the garden with an apple and told to make do with that.
Being nosey I investigated the pigeon shed at the bottom of the garden got locked in and consequently got shat on by several pigeons. How the grown ups laughed! And I didn't get to eat the apple!

Anyway Alex was told to be on his best behaviour and sat listening about Jim and his second wife Chris's recent holiday to Guernsey in the Channel Islands.
"What was it like?", Alex had asked politely.
Typical Uncle Jim shook his head and said, "Rubbish", "There was fuck all there" Of course we all fell about laughing, what you see with Jim is what you get. That's what I love about him.

When I remember my 21st Birthday Party he was the first one up on the dance floor grabbing me to do a twirl in front of my mates showing them all how it's done. At the time I was blushing afraid I would trip up but looking back, I'm glad I did it. It was brilliant fun. I asked him what he thought of my new boyfriend who had come to the party. One look confirmed his thoughts. "Don't like him", he said. "His eyes are too close together".

Needless to say, the relationship didn't last.

Sunday 2 September 2007

Where Memories Are Made!




I thought it was about time I had some nice portraits done of my and my son. So off I wander to the local photographic studio to check out prices etc. Well as soon as I walked in I wanted to walk back out again. Bloody expensive or what. Yeah all the photo's were fantastic but there was no way I could afford £400 for just the one picture in a nice frame. There were cheaper ones of course but the one I really wanted was still out of my price range.

So I opted for taking my own, well that meant getting Gary my brother to take some nice shots in a decent setting.
This morning having dragged Alex out of bed we dolled ourselves up and took several changes of clothes(to change in the car) and hit the local beauty spots.
Alex didn't want any of his mates to see him posing with me so it had to be done with bribery.
An icecream and £5 later we managed to take a few decent shots. I plan to have a few turned into a puzzles, a calendar and framed so they'll make great presents for Nan and Grandad for Christmas. All done at the local Boots chemist!
It was a lot cheaper and we had a right laugh doing it. Okay Gary's no professional photographer but who cares? We were pleased with the results.

Saturday 1 September 2007

Jokes..............................



















A man is in bed with his wife when there's a knock at the door. He rolls over and looks at the clock. "It's half three in the morning", he grumbles. "I'm not getting out of bed at this time".
Then a louder knock follows.
"Aren't you going to answer that?", his wife says.
So he drags himself out of bed and goes downstairs.
He opens the door and a stranger is standing there. It didn't take take long for the man to figure out the stranger was drunk.
"Hi", says the stranger, "Can you give me a push?"
"No", says the man, "Get lost it's half three in the morning. He slams the door and goes back upstairs and tells his wife.
"Dave that wasn't very nice", his wife says. "Remember that night when we broke down in the pouring rain to pick up the kids from the babysitter? "You had to knock on this man's door to get us started again. What would have happened if he told us to get lost?
"But this man was drunk", said the husband.
"It doesn't matter", the wife said, "It's a christian thing to help him".
So the husband gets up and dressed and goes downstairs again. He opens the door and, not being able to see the stranger anywhere shouts: "Hey do you still want a push?"
He hears a voice cry out "Yes please".
So still unable to see the man he calls, "Where are you?"
And the stranger replies, "Over here on your swing set".




A little kid walks onto a city bus and sits right behind the driver and starts yelling. "If my dad was a bull and my mum a cow then I'd be a little bull".
The driver starts getting mad at the little kid who continues with: "If my dad was an elephant and my mum a girl elephant I would be a little elephant".
The kid goes on with several animals until the bus driver gets angry and yells at the kid. "What if your dad was a drunk and your mum a prostitute?"
The kid smiles and says, "I would be a bus driver".


A horse and a chicken are playing in a meadow. The horse falls into a mud hole and is sinking. He calls to the chicken to go and get the farmer to help pull him to safety. The chicken runs to the farm but the farmer is nowhere to be found. So he drives the farmer's BMW back to the mud hole and ties some rope around the bumper. He then throws the other end to the horse and drives the car forward to save him from sinking.
A few days later the chicken and the horse are playing in the meadow again and the chicken falls into the hole. The horse says, "I think I can stand over the hole". So he stretched over the width of the hole and says, "If you grab hold of my thingy and pull yourself up". And the chicken did and pulled himself to safety.
The moral of the story is:
If you're hung like a horse, you don't need a BMW to pick up chicks.



A lawyer married a woman who had previously divorced ten men. On their wedding night she told her new husband. "Please be gentle, I'm still a virgin".
"What", said her puzzled husband, "How can that be, you've been married ten times?"
"Well, Husband One was a Sales Rep, he kept telling me how great I was going to be.
No.2: was in Software Services he was never really sure how it was supposed to function, but he said he'd have a look at it and get back to me.
Husband 3 was from the Field Services: He said everything checked out diagnostically but he couldn't get the system up.
Number four was in Telemarketing; he thought he had the order but he didn't know when he would be able to deliver.
Five was an engineer, he understood the basic process but wanted three years to research, implement and design a new state of the art method.
Six was from Finance and Administration, he thought he knew how but wasn't sure if it was his job or not.
Seven was in Marketing although he had a nice product he was never sure how to position it.
Eight was a Psychologist; All he did was talk about it.
Nine was a Gynecologist; All he did was look at it.
Husband Ten was a Stamp Collector: All he did was...God I miss him. But now I've married you, I'm really excited.
"Good", says her new husband, "But why?"
"You're a lawyer". This time I know I'm gonna get screwed.