I’m in one of those moods today and just cant be bothered, If my ranting bothers you then please skip this post, I promise I wont be offended
Why is it that as soon as I get comfy in the bath I become desperate to the point of bursting for the loo? It’s like my own bladder doesn’t even think I deserve to rest at the moment! Now I’m all for peeing in the shower but doing it in the bath is gross. This means I have to haul my huge beached whale ass out of the bath and traipse over to the loo, flooding the bathroom, in order to give in to my spiteful bladder!
Why is it that every time I step outside my front door at the moment it starts to rain? Erm, hello…. Isn’t it the end of may? Shouldn’t we be getting some sun right now? I’ve even pulled out and ironed all of my winter trousers. This morning I had to retrieve my winter coat from the coats cupboard as it was super cold when I was heading out to our local shop for milk.
Why is it that my bed feels delectable when I put fresh bedding on? Why can’t it feel this nice all of the time? Who am I kidding, I love my bed. It does feel nice all of the time. But nothing feels as good as fresh bedding.
Why is it that the tramp next door has had the police called out to her in excess of sixty times in two years and she still hasn’t been evicted? I’ve even had to install a comprehensive CCTV System because of her and her family. Why can’t Scott and Bailey be real and come and arrest her ass? I actually think I would faint if they did, huge girl crush on Suranne Jones, aka DC Rachel Bailey.
Why is it that the girl on Facebook with no kids and no job decided to post a rant about all parents who don’t work are lazy. I mean do I even need to say pot and kettle in this situation. Have you tried looking after a hyperactive two year old all day? Work is much easier!!!
Why is it that Instagram are now deleting our accounts if we don’t use the camera provided by their app. Our phones already have cameras. 90% of the pictures I post are the best from a selection of pictures, there is no function to do this with IG. Its pants!!!
Why is it that my favourite Chinese Restaurant is closed for refurbishment? I have nothing witty to say about this one, I’m just sad.
Now you might think that I’m ranting a bit, I am. I just wanted to get all of these little annoyances off my chest so that I can enjoy the rest of my day. I feel better now I have infected you with all of these silly little things. I bet next time your’e in the bath you will be desperate for the loo…
I’m leaving you with this beautiful picture of The Hulk and I when we were out and about yesterday, now you’ll understand why none of the above even matters!
I saw this photo on FB this week and I had to find out if it was genuine or photo shopped:
The write up given on Facebook was “The Leatherback Sea Turtle is the largest turtle in the world, weighing approximately 900kg. Contrary to appearance, the Leatherback doesn’t actually have a shell. What looks like a shell is in fact a leathery skin supported by small bones. This gives it a flexibility that a solid shell would not provide, allowing it to dive to astonishing depths.” This information was taken from the I fucking love science Facebook page which can be found here.
I am happy to say that this Facebook Myth and legend is in fact true. According to the national geographic website Leatherback Turtles grow up to two metres long and can exceed 2000 pounds (900kg) in weight. The flexibility and hydrodynamic structure of their Leatherback allows them to dive to depths of 1280 meters which is deeper than any other turtle. They have the widest global distribution of any other reptile species and the longest migration of any other turtle. Their lifespan is unknown as many Leatherbacks come to an early end due to humans.
I’m so glad I decided to read all of Jennifer Worth’s books. Her last book ‘In the Midst of Life’ has given me a wonderful insight into how nursing has changed throughout the last one hundred years, It has also given me some vital information about the later stages of dementia, how dementia patients are cared for and how dementia patients were cared for before it was recognised as an actual condition and not just old age. I must admit, for somebody as emotional as me, it was not the easiest book to read, I spent much of my time crying with McD and H-bomb looking on, but I thoroughly enjoyed reading it.
This week’s choice is The Island by Victoria Hislop. I have a slight advantage here as I have read this on before but I remember it being such a good read that I’d like to read it again. Here’s the Kindle link:
It’s not in our usual price range and is a little expensive at almost £5, but I promise it will be worth it. Happy reading folks
Last week I saw this picture on FB:
I know what you’re thinking. You are thinking that this is another one of those cheesy stories that someone has made up to try and get as many likes as possible. Well you’re wrong. This is another one of those FB posts that I found the need to research and I can tell you that every word of this is true. There is a lonely whale out there nicknamed 52 hertz that has never in its entire life been recorded communicating with another whale. 52hz was first heard in 1989 and scientists have been keeping an eye on it ever since. Scientists have been unable to identify what species of whale 52hz is and the sex of the whale is still not certain although they are swaying more towards it being a male as the male whales sing to attract a mate. They have two theories as to why it has a different whale song to other whales and they are that either 52hz has a mutation that has somehow affected its whale song or it is a hybrid between two different species of whales, like a blue whale and a fin whale, and therefore one of a kind.
A documentary is currently being filmed about this lonely whale but in the meantime if you’d like to read more or listen to 52hz whale song then here are some links:
Some people say the loveliest thing to hear your child say is “I love you” but to me the greatest word that my son can say to me is “mummy.” This simple five letter word is now highest up my list of awesome words beating words like zephyr or ether. It would be the word I would miss the most if I could no longer hear it. My mornings start with this word, full of life and laughter as H-bomb bursts into my room and shouts “hiya mummy” and my days end with this word as he’s falling to sleep next to me and sleepily calls out “mummy” while searching for my hand. Eventually it will change from mummy to mum and then probably to a sullen whatever as he gets older but I will always for the rest of life treasure the meaning of this word.
Today in America, Canada, Australia and many other countries it is mother’s Day, In England we celebrated this months ago but I’m jumping on the bandwagon and choosing this day to feel extra special about being a mum. It’s kind of hard not to when I have so many mummy friends out there all over the world wishing us all a happy mother’s day on FB and IG. I have been enthused by their happiness.
It made me think about the relationship between a mother and their child, many months ago I blogged about a conversation I had with grandad when he was lucid. He told me that my nan, his wife, who sadly passed away very suddenly over ten years ago now chose H for me. He told me that she wanted me to have him as my baby because he was so special and he is. This boy is me down to the core. I was kind of hoping he would pick up some of McD’s personality traits and be more calm and laid back but he is all me. He has a super short fuse and temper tantrums that are so fierce for a two year old you can’t help but laugh. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Do you remember your mother saying “I can’t wait until you have a child; I hope s/he is just like you?” Well I do and my mum certainly got her wish there, H is a whirlwind of emotions all mixed up in a fizzy pop bottle just waiting to spill over, whether it be his temper or his infectious laughter.
There are a couple of stories I have seen floating aroud on facebook that I wanted to share with you. They are most definitely warm and fuzzy:
A baby asked God, “They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?”
“Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you.”
The child further inquired, “But tell me, here in heaven I don’t have to do anything but sing and smile to be happy.”
God said, “Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you. And you will feel your angel’s love and be very happy.”
Again the child asked, “And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me if I don’t know the language?”
God said, “Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak.”
“And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?”
God said, “Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray.”
“Who will protect me?”
God said, “Your angel will defend you even if it means risking it’s life.”
“But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore.”
God said, “Your angel will always talk to you about Me and will teach you the way to come back to Me, even though I will always be next to you.”
At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from Earth could be heard and the child hurriedly asked, “God, if I am to leave now, please tell me my angel’s name.”
“You will simply call her, ‘Mom.’”
The author of this is unknown, and one that really got me thinking:
In a mother’s womb were two babies. One asked the other: “Do you believe in life after delivery?” The other replies, “why, of course. There has to be something after delivery. Maybe we are here to prepare ourselves for what we will be later. “Nonsense,” says the other. “There is no life after delivery. What would that life be?” “I don’t know, but there will be more light than here. Maybe we will walk with our legs and eat from our mouths.” The other says “This is absurd! Walking is impossible. And eat with our mouths? Ridiculous. The umbilical cord supplies nutrition. Life after delivery is to be excluded. The umbilical cord is too short.” “I think there is something and maybe it’s different than it is here.” the other replies, “No one has ever come back from there. Delivery is the end of life, and in the after-delivery it is nothing but darkness and anxiety and it takes us nowhere.” “Well, I don’t know,” says the other, “but certainly we will see mother and she will take care of us.” “Mother??” You believe in mother? Where is she now? “She is all around us. It is in her that we live. Without her there would not be this world.” “I don’t see her, so it’s only logical that she doesn’t exist.” To which the other replied, “sometimes when you’re in silence you can hear her, you can perceive her.” I believe there is a reality after delivery and we are here to prepare ourselves for that reality….
These are stories that I love, both show how important a mother is to her child. I am so thankful I get to share in the wonderful experience that is motherhood even with all of its difficulties (and tantrums). My doctor told me this week that it is the most important job in the world and I agree with him because let’s face it where would we be without our mum?
Happy mother’s day, I shall leave you with this gorgeous picture of my little man xx
You all know how these attention seeking Facebook posts drive me insane, well here’s one that is definitely a myth. My great aunty shared this on Facebook and I would just like to state that even though the story is not true it is a very moving story.
This is what was posted with the picture on Facebook:
“They told me the big black Lab’s name was Reggie, as I looked at him lying in his pen. The shelter was clean, no-kill, and the people really friendly. I’d only been in the area for six months, but everywhere I went in the small college town, people were welcoming and open. Everyone waves when you pass them on the street.
But something was still missing as I attempted to settle in to my new life here, and I thought a dog couldn’t hurt. Give me someone to talk to. And I had just seen Reggie’s advertisement on the local news. The shelter said they had received numerous calls right after, but they said the people who had come down to see him just didn’t look like “Lab people,” whatever that meant. They must’ve thought I did.
But at first, I thought the shelter had misjudged me in giving me Reggie and his things, which consisted of a dog pad, bag of toys almost all of which were brand new tennis balls, his dishes and a sealed letter from his previous owner.
See, Reggie and I didn’t really hit it off when we got home. We struggled for two weeks (which is how long the shelter told me to give him to adjust to his new home). Maybe it was the fact that I was trying to adjust, too.
Maybe we were too much alike.
I saw the sealed envelope. I had completely forgotten about that. “Okay, Reggie,” I said out loud, “let’s see if your previous owner has any advice.”
____________ _________ _________ _________
To Whomever Gets My Dog:
Well, I can’t say that I’m happy you’re reading this, a letter I told the shelter could only be opened by Reggie’s new owner. I’m not even happy writing it. He knew something was different.
So let me tell you about my Lab in the hopes that it will help you bond with him and he with you.
First, he loves tennis balls. The more the merrier. Sometimes I think he’s part squirrel, the way he hoards them. He usually always has two in his mouth, and he tries to get a third in there. Hasn’t done it yet. Doesn’t matter where you throw them, he’ll bound after them, so be careful. Don’t do it by any roads.
Next, commands. Reggie knows the obvious ones —-“sit,” “stay,” “come,” “heel.”
He knows hand signals, too: He knows “ball” and “food” and “bone” and “treat” like nobody’s business.
Feeding schedule: twice a day, regular store-bought stuff; the shelter has the brand.
He’s up on his shots. Be forewarned: Reggie hates the vet. Good luck getting him in the car. I don’t know how he knows when it’s time to go to the vet, but he knows.
Finally, give him some time. It’s only been Reggie and me for his whole life. He’s gone everywhere with me, so please include him on your daily car rides if you can. He sits well in the back-seat, and he doesn’t bark or complain. He just loves to be around people, and me most especially.
And that’s why I need to share one more bit of info with you…His name’s not Reggie. He’s a smart dog, he’ll get used to it and will respond to it, of that I have no doubt. But I just couldn’t bear to give them his real name. But if someone is reading this … well it means that his new owner should know his real name. His real name is “Tank.” Because, that is what I drive.
I told the shelter that they couldn’t make “Reggie” available for adoption until they received word from my company commander. You see, my parents are gone, I have no siblings, no one I could’ve left Tank with .. and it was my only real request of the Army upon my deployment to Iraq, that they make one phone call to the shelter … in the “event” … to tell them that Tank could be put up for adoption. Luckily, my CO is a dog-guy, too, and he knew where my platoon was headed. He said he’d do it personally. And if you’re reading this, then he made good on his word.
Tank has been my family for the last six years, almost as long as the Army has been my family. And now I hope and pray that you make him part of your family, too, and that he will adjust and come to love you the same way he
If I have to give up Tank to keep those terrible people from coming to the US I am glad to have done so. He is my example of service and of love. I hope I honoured him by my service to my country and comrades.
All right, that’s enough. I deploy this evening and have to drop this letter off at the shelter. Maybe I’ll peek in on him and see if he finally got that third tennis ball in his mouth.
Good luck with Tank. Give him a good home, and give him an extra kiss goodnight – every night – from me.
____________ _________ _________ _______
I folded the letter and slipped it back in the envelope. Sure, I had heard of Paul Mallory, everyone in town knew him, even new people like me. Local kid, killed in Iraq a few months ago and posthumously earning the Silver Star when he gave his life to save three buddies. Flags had been at half-mast all summer.
I leaned forward in my chair and rested my elbows on my knees, staring at the dog.
“Hey, Tank,” I said quietly.
The dog’s head whipped up, his ears cocked and his eyes bright.
He was instantly on his feet, his nails clicking on the hardwood floor. He sat in front of me, his head tilted, searching for the name he hadn’t heard in months. “Tank,” I whispered.
His tail swished.
I kept whispering his name, over and over, and each time, his ears lowered, his eyes softened, and his posture relaxed as a wave of contentment just seemed to flood him. I stroked his ears, rubbed his shoulders, buried my
face into his scruff and hugged him.
“It’s me now, Tank, just you and me. Your old pal gave you to me.” Tank reached up and licked my cheek.
“So what do you say we play some ball?” His ears perked again.
“Yeah? Ball? You like that? Ball?”
Tank tore from my hands and disappeared into the next room. And when he came back, he had three tennis balls in his mouth.”
So I did some research into this as I wanted to know if the story is true and this is what I found:
I’m not the first person to search for this guy, this is the auto list that Google throws up when you type in Paul Mallory. There is no record of him, no military record, no record of a Paul Mallory receiving a Silver Star and in the list of military deaths for the USA there is no Paul Mallory. Snopes.com searches even further and looks at silver start recipients who have no siblings and all recipients have a sibling. You can read their article here. Snopes.com goes on to state that there are several factors that are iffy in this story: That a shelter would hold a dog indefinitely, that the dog owner never told the shelter the dogs real name and that Tanks new owner didn’t read the letter from Paul Mallory straight away
But saying all this I still like this one. I think we need to remember that when things happen like our soldiers not coming home, terrible accidents or things as atrocious as 9/11 there are pets out there who have lost owners. There are dogs, cats, and even little hamsters that rely on these people and love them unconditionally that have suddenly lost their best friend.
I’d like to introduce you to our new blogger, he’s keeping it fresh and is down with the kids
Welcome to the Monday Mingle!Feel free to join in and click the button above. This week’s Theme: MOVIES
- Braveheart (easily the greatest movie ever made)
- Black Hawk Down
- Forest Gump
- The Notebook
- The Avengers (my son loves it)
- 16 Candles (A classic)
- The Lord of the Rings (I’m grouping them as 1)
- The Omen (the original)
- 27 Dresses (don’t judge)
- The Matrix (again grouping as 1 and this is because they’re McDs favourite films)
What movie(s) is currently at the theater that you want to see?
Star Trek: Into Darkness
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One of the main things that annoys me about Facebook is the pictures that go “hit like if you love your nan,” “how many likes for this person with cancer” and “like to stop animal cruelty.” There are so many scams out there just to boost peoples ratings and it bothers me that some people will be gullible enough to believe that by their likes they are actually helping people. There are some that I just cant pass by though but I do like to do some research to see if its true before I share it with fans. This little guy popped up in my newsfeed this morning:
Isn’t he beautiful? He was being shared around with the caption “Bionic dog with four prosthetic legs, 1 like = 100 respect, 1 share = 1000 respect.” Well as you all know I come from a family of animal lovers where animal cruelty is just about one of the worst crimes that a person can commit so obviously I needed to find out what had happened to this little guy. He was super easy to find. I just typed “bionic dog with four prosthetic legs” into Google and found his story immediately.
His name is Naki’o and he is a mixed breed. Naki’o life started in tragedy when he was abandoned in his owners empty house during a Nebraska winter. During this time he had been walking in puddles of freezing water in the houses basement and all four of his paws and the tip of his tail became severely frost bitten. When he was rescued and adopted by veterinary technician called Christie who organised a fundraiser to pay for two of his prosthetic legs. Naki’o responded so well to his new legs that Orthopets decided to fund the other two. He is the first dog to have four prosthetic legs. Naki’o is actually the star of a short documentary about his journey:
And he even has his own facebook page
Go and show this little miracle some love. This is one of those facebook posts where I believe that spreading the word can help this beautiful dog. His family are doing so much for him but I guess eventually they will need to hold more fundraisers to cover the costs of his care. If only more people were like this.