Monthly Archives: January 2013

Good Intentions

On this the birthday of A. A. Milne who was born in 1882, it is my intention to do as Christopher Robin asked Pooh:

“Promise me you’ll always remember: You’re braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.”

“It is not good enough for things to be planned – they still have to be done; for the intention to become a reality, energy has to be launched into operation.”
~ Walt Kelly

So, I’ll just continue to do what I feel in my heart to be right.

Good Intentions our Loose Blogging Consortium topic, was chosen today by the man of great ideas, never mind intentions – The old Fossil. So why not leap on over to read his take on the topic before doing the rounds of the other active members: Delirious, Maxi, Maria/Gaelikaa, Maria SilverFox, Padmum, Paul, Ramana, Shackman speaks, The Old Fossil, Will Knott.

Thursday Special ~ Can you hear me?

Three old guys are out walking.
First one says, ‘Windy, isn’t it?’
Second one says, ‘No, it’s Thursday!’
Third one says, ‘So am I. Let’s go get a beer..’

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A man was telling his neighbour, ‘I just bought a new hearing aid. It cost me four thousand dollars, but it’s state of the art.. It’s perfect.’
‘Really,’ answered the neighbour . ‘What kind is it?’
‘Twelve thirty..

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A little old man shuffled slowly into an ice cream parlour and pulled himself slowly, painfully, up onto a stool.. After catching his breath, he ordered a banana split.
The waitress asked kindly, ‘Crushed nuts?’
‘No,’ he replied, ‘Arthritis.’

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I wonder if Frank can hear me say “Thank you, for these”!

Silly Sally

Silly Sally Saw Sixty Six Thick Sticky Thistle Sticks
Silly Sally Saw Sixty Six Thick Sticky Thistle Sticks
Silly Sally Saw Sixty Six Thick Sticky Thistle Sticks

How fast can you say the three lines without stumbling or laughing?

No Pictures

This morning I up with the lark, as they say. Well, maybe before the lark. I was actually awake since about 2a.m. I seem to be back to the tossing and turning phase again.

Powdered and painted, not a hair out of place and bouncing out the door nearly before daylight arrived.

I had an appointment. For a photo-shoot.

A Topless Photo-shoot!

Sorry. There will be no photos to share.

Mover & Shaker

I have decided to become a greater Mover & Shaker for this year.

Not in the world of commerce or politics, but on a different track altogether.

Mammy was fond of the phrase: Everything in moderation! So yet again I will listen to her voice in my head. I am talking fitness.

I was never a fan of running or jogging, unless it was with a little lady on her way to school nearly thirty years ago. Nowadays my exercise is of a gentler variety.

  • My jaws have plenty of exercise with talking and eating.
  • My legs are stretched with a walk most days.
  • My arms are exercised with housework that includes: ironing, shaking duvets, window and floor cleaning – I alternate from one hand to the other.

Alas, an hour at the computer can so easily become two or three. Reading, writing or chatting online, make an hour feel like minutes. Sitting for an extended period is not ideal for somebody like me with poor circulation. Cold hands and feet are the norm, but sitting with a rug on my knees is something I am not quite ready to give in to just yet.

Exercise is the answer.

On days when I don’t manage to go outside, I play music with a good beat (Today it was tango). I move about the house from room to room in time to the music. A police car drove slowly passed my window several times today. Do you think they were checking me out from a distance? Should I expect the men in white coats tomorrow ❓

Two items came to my attention today.

Fist was: Run for Your Life! At a comfortable pace, and not too far: James O’Keefe at TEDxUMK

Not the greatest presentation, but stick with it, the message is worth it.

The second item was: The Calories Burned Shaking a Leg

I think I’ll add this last one to my routine.

My Dreams, and How I’ve Fulfilled Them

Four times this week I sat to tackle this topic and four times I scrapped my efforts. Today I began again. Five hundred words in, I realised I was off on a tangent, a different subject altogether. I have held on to it and perhaps it might appear another day, when the time is right.

I have realised something. I am not and never was a dreamer.

Life happened.

It happened fast and furiously when I was young and it was a case of doing what was needed then and there. No time for questions or hysterics, no such thing as “I don’t want to”, or “I don’t know how”.

It didn’t matter whether it was an epileptic fit, a heart attack, a dying father or a split lip. I dealt with all of it.

Dreaming was for people with time on their hands, those who could spend half a day with their nose in a book. Books might fill heads with other worlds and dreams but they didn’t do the washing or the cooking. I did that.

Don’t get me wrong, none of these things did me any harm, they taught me how to care, have compassion and not to sweat the small stuff. I am one of life’s listeners, and boy are there plenty of people out there with broken dreams.

Give me real life any day.

The topic My Dreams, and How I’ve Fulfilled Them was chosen by the lady of dreams Maria the Silver Fox. I wonder what dreams she will have to share with us today?  Then while you are sitting, let your fingers do the clicking and move along to visit  the other active members for some more dreaming: Maxi, Maria/Gaelikaa, Maria SilverFox, Padmum, Paul, Ramana, Shackman speaks, The Old Fossil, Will Knott.

Thursday Special ~ Boots

Did you hear about the Texas teacher who was helping one of her kindergarten students put on his cowboy boots?

He asked for help and she could see why…

Even with her pulling and him pushing, the little boots still didn’t want to go on.  By the time they got the second boot on, she had worked up a sweat.

She almost cried when the little boy said, ‘Teacher, they’re on the wrong feet.’  She looked, and sure enough, they were. It wasn’t any easier pulling the boots off than it was putting them on. She managed to keep her cool as together they worked to get the boots back on, this time on the right feet.

He then announced, ‘These aren’t my boots.’

She bit her tongue rather than get right in his face and scream, ‘Why didn’t you say so?’ like she wanted to.

Once again, she struggled to help him pull the ill-fitting boots off his little feet. No sooner had they gotten the boots off when he said, ‘They’re my brother’s boots. My mom made me wear ’em.’ Now she didn’t know if she should laugh or cry. But, she mustered up what grace and courage she had left to wrestle the boots on his feet again.

Helping him into his coat, she asked, ‘Now, where are your mittens?’

He said, ‘I stuffed ’em in the toes of my boots.’

She will be eligible for parole in three years.

I’m not sure whether it was Mayo or Ramana who sent this, so I will just say Thanks Guys!

A sign

I saw a sign today:

Happiness begins on the inside.

Today, some of my happiness comes from the outside.

  • I feel light headed.
  • My headache has gone.
  • A weight is off my shoulders.

My new haircut (paper bag gone for recycling!)

Maybe now I will find a new routine for my blogging.

I see one coming!

Long before the Dublin Port Tunnel, the M50 or the N1/M1motorways from Dublin to Belfast were ever dreamed about, my older brothers and I, often spent our Sunday afternoons at Dublin Airport watching the planes arriving and departing.

This involved walking the four miles from our home, out through Santry and the Old Swords road to Collinstown, to the then one cream coloured crescent shaped airport building.  It is still there today, but lost & shrunken into the city of buildings that Dublin International Airport has become.

Once inside we climbed stairs to the open roof (can you imagine that happening today?). Happy as Larry with the wind in our hair, the noise of the aircraft in our ears and the fuel fumes filling our nostrils, we watched all that went on below us. An hour or two later we dandered back another four miles, rosy cheeked and hungry, to do justice to the evening meal that mammy would lay before us.

An afternoon of fun & exercise at no cost other than the wear & tear to our shoe leather.

This wonderful video is what brought the memories flooding back:

I’m working on it.

I began working on my planned ‘To Do List‘ for the year.

Day 5 and I have taken a few steps already.

1. I have made some enquiries about a new hairstylist. I am hoping to give one a try during the week. I have a large paper bag at the ready in case it doesn’t work out.

2. Arranged for the first of the renovations – A large double glazed sealed unit has become cloudy and needs to be replaced. I am hoping to see the world more clearly in a few weeks.

3. one aim was to speak to a stranger every day.I decided to keep a tally for myself in the hope it would give me a clear idea of how I do. A page in my notebook gains a strike for each new stranger I speak to. So far the tally is looking like this:

1111 1111 1111 1

I don’t intend up-dating every week, twice or three times over the year will do, otherwise it will become boring.