Wordless Wednesday - Hush

Silence can say so much.

Knickers. What do You Wear?

While sorting out my daughters knickers earlier I noticed how many different types of panties she had and this got me thinking.

Do all women wear different styles of panties according to the situation they are going into or is it just me?

My panties draw contains about 3 different main types. Thongs, Bikini and Midi briefs.

Midi

These are the type I wear if I have an important meeting to go to. I think they make me feel a bit safer. I also wear them if I'm feeling unwell and just need that little bit of extra comfort.

Bikini

I wear these usually during the day and sometimes at night if I'm not going out. They tend to be a bit more comfortable than Thongs especially if you're sitting around doing not a lot.

Thongs

These I wear when I go out. They make me feel a little more dressed up and in some circumstances, very sexy.

I've noticed that my daughter wears a lot of boxers/shorts and I may try these instead of the midi ones. I think they look quite comfortable and I will feel 'safe' in them, but you can also get some that look really sexy.

I Wish I Could Afford A Beryl Cook

Girls Night Out

I've never been very interested in art. Yeah some pictures/paintings are nice to look at, but that's about all I feel about the subject. That is, except for Beryl Cook I first noticed her paintings while I was still living in Plymouth. My then boyfriend sent me a card, not sure why now, and it had one of Beryl's paintings on the front. From then on I was hooked.

The Painting on the Front Of My card

A lot of Beryl's paintings I can relate to as a lot are set in Plymouth, the, once seedy, Union Street part. This is where I used to go every weekend. It's where most of the town centre's pubs and clubs were based. It was also the main place you could pick up a 'woman of the night'

Girls in a Taxi

Beryl has lived in a number of different cities and moved to Cornwall in 1964 and then on to Plymouth. When I met Beryl's grand daughter a couple of years ago, we discussed Beryl at great length, although that was not the reason why I was meeting her grand daughter, and that is when I found out that Beryl had moved to Bristol.

Beryl is still painting pictures of the local area as seen in the picture below.

Bristol Packet

If you ever feel the need to buy a present for me, look no further than the Beryl Cook aisle of your local art gallery.

Dinner Time

Someone once sent me a photo of their dinner. Looks good enough to eat, I'm famished!

Girl (and man) Interrupted

I confess I don’t know a lot about the intricate workings of the space inside the metal box which I call my computer and I certainly don’t know how one minute you can be talking to someone and the next you have no connection, and yet when you turn your computer back on again in the morning its working.

This has happened to me at least twice this week and I think once last week.

Last night I decided to phone the providers support line. First I had to go through 3 different number menus. Then when I got to the right one, I had to wait while they listed the known issues affecting their service. None of these were the same problem as I was having, so I did as I was told and waited for someone to answer my call. And I waited and waited. I gave up in the end and phoned the main number again, hoping to talk to someone who hadn’t recorded their voice directing me to push buttons on my phone. Again, I waited and waited until I got fed up with waiting and went to bed.

This morning my computer and internet connection were working fine. I could read my emails and I was even able to send a message, which they will get when they sign into messenger, to the person I was in the middle of a very interesting conversation with last night, to explain why I had suddenly disappeared. I didn’t want them to think I was being rude and just ignoring them. I decided to phone the support line to explain what had been happening and to see if there was anything wrong with my connection. After various tests and lots of switching on and off of different parts of my set up, I was told they couldn’t find anything wrong and that if it happens again I was not to touch a thing and phone back.

Two hours later and, hey presto, as if by magic, from nowhere, without any warning, with no excuses, my internet connection stopped and I was stranded in mid cyberspace, not able to move off the Blogshares site.

Another phone call and straight through this time, to someone with a heavy accent which I could barely understand. He, without even asking me hardly any question said ‘You have a problem with your router’. I tried to explain to him about my phone call earlier in the day, that everything had been checked and it was all working fine but , as is typical for a man talking to a woman about technical things, he ignored me. In the end I gave up and said I would disconnect the router and phone back if I still couldn’t join my friends in cyberspace.

As you may have already guessed, ten minutes later I was back on the phone, unfortunately talking to the same man. This time I had to look at my control panel, all fine there. Then reconfigure my computer to the modem (I think that’s what I was doing) and as soon as I had done that up popped the small window telling me I had 49 emails in my inbox. I was back online. I said thanks to the man on the end of the phone and set about writing this blog. I’m not sure how long I will be here or if the connection will last, I don’t hold out much hope to be honest, things seem to be running very slow. I just hope I stay long enough to publish this and then I can go and make a coffee.

Soap Sadness

What is it with all this sadness in the soaps? Don’t they know I already feel miserable enough without them plotting sad story lines to make me feel even worse.

First we have Neighbours and Stingray’s operation hits complications. Leaving his life hanging in the balance. (Sorry that’s later in the week, I’ll have to stop reading the TV mag)

In Emmerdale last week Len died and that woman sung that song 'Time to say Goodbye' As they drove him out of the village.

Last night we saw Ian and Phil, from EastEnders, in a car crash which ended with the two young boys, Peter and Ben, stuck in the car as it goes under the water

Tonight I turn on the TV and Freddie, from Coronation Street, has died in a fire. How will Ashley and Claire cope?

I think I will just turn the TV off and go to bed until I'm feeling happy again.

Hang on. The firemen have finished in the Peacock household. They didn’t find little Freddie burnt to a cinder. The questions have begun.

Now that’s better, I like a good mystery. And there's alway Shane Richie to look forward to on Wednesday. Oh Shit that was last Wednesday, I missed it. I'll just have to make do with a picture.

Shane Richie

Life Changing Decisions

I've decided that I should take a good look at life and see where mine is going. Usually I let my heart rule over my head, but I've come to the conclusion that this is not the best way. From now on it's head first and I will be asking myself 3 questions before I make any decisions.

Question 1.

Will this benefit me in anyway?

Question 2.

Will this enhance my life in anyway?

Question 3.

Is this what I really want?

If I am able to answer Yes to any two of the three questions then I will look into my heart and see what that is telling me.

Hopefully this way I will not make so many mistakes in the decisions I make.

Don't Mention The Word 'Blog'

Mornin Tim, oh it's afternoon already. Afternoon Tim.

So what was it you were saying at the pub last night? Oh yeah something about ''Not just once'' I really should record what you say and then I would be able to play it back to you when you were sober. (You're not allowed to do that to me though)

Trev was saying something about 'that' night a couple of weeks ago. Something about ''Taking advantage of'' Not sure if he was talking about you or me. I can't remember a thing from about 10pm that night, no more vodka for me.

Last night was a bit quiet at the pub, or was it just that I was sober? One good thing about staying sober, I didn't lose my coat and accuse anyone of pinching it and my phone was still in my bag when I got home. (Sorry that's two good things)

My Local

(must have been before 10pm as Tim's not in the pic)

Could It Be Possible?

Are these related?

Some times I wonder if I am part of the same race as some of the people I come across via the internet.

After reading This blog, I followed the link to This video. After watching the video I clicked on to a news story on the BBC news site. Then I started to wonder if the two different items could be related in some way.

The man in the video has obviously been some kind of victim at the hands of a woman before and the woman in the BBC story certainly has the capability to cause someone to be a victim.

A transcript of a very small part of the video reads:

''A feminine, dutiful, spirit filled, head of the spirit filled woman, will know what her role and position is and simply take it without any problem at all. Woman like that are a blessing to have around''.

Try and guess what the video is about before you click and come back and let me know if you were right.

Oh, and don't forget to click on the link to the very amusing blog I 'borrowed' the video from.

It's all Their fault

You know you're feeling sad when Emmerdale makes you cry.

Life's too short to be slowed down by someone else!

It's not often I find one of these I want to do, but this one I did.

You Should Drive a Red Car

You're the type of driver who isn't afraid to be the fastest on the road. You have a lot of energy built up, and you tend to get your adrenaline fix from driving. Moving at hyper speed, you tend to be annoyed with slow drivers and slow people. Life's too short to be slowed down by someone else!

What Color Car Should You Drive?

I BEG Your Pardon

Well, well, who would have guessed that Jose Mourinho, manager of Chelsea Football Club, would have owned a Yorkshire terrier, I would have thought a Podengo would have suited him a lot more.

Anyway, back to the point.

Jose Mourinho has been a naughty boy. He was arrested and cautioned after refusing to let police take away his pet dog. Click

HERE to read the full story.


Pictured is Jose pretending to be his dog so police will take him and leave the dog alone.

PS. I thought he was a lot older than 44. Must be all that money he has and the worry of how he is going to spend it.

Men and Feet Do Go Together

Where are all the men when you need one in the middle of the night?

Last night I needed a man in my bed. Well at the bottom of my bed to be precise. My feet were freezing and I couldn't get to sleep.

I didn't go to bed very early anyway, bloody internet keeps me hooked for hours, and when I did eventually crawl under my duvet I spent at least an hour listening to Talk Sport ., which weren't talking about sport, waiting for sleep to over come my conscious state of mind. It never came, my feet were too cold. At about 4am I decided I would try and find the hot water bottle we have, for when one of us get the dreaded tummy ache, and fill it with hot water and warm my feet, which, by now, were feeling more like a big iceberg had been split off from a glacier in the North Pole and had dropped onto my feet.

A search of the cupboards, under the sink, in my kitchen, where we usually keep the much needed hot water bottle, revealed nothing. I was getting a bit desperate. One, my feet were still freezing and two, I was shattered and needed to sleep. I found an empty juice bottle, kept for filling the car up with water, and thought about filling that with hot water and placing it at the bottom of my bed so I could rest my now blue feet, with red painted toenails, on. I decided that wouldn't be a very good idea. To get a decent amount of heat from the bottle I would have to fill it with relatively hot water and that would cause the plastic bottle to melt, so I discarded that idea as a non starter. I did think about turning the heating on but I would have had to stand with my feet against the radiator for the heat to reach my feet so that idea was thrown away too.

Walking back up the stairs, resigned to the fact that my feet were never going to be warm again, I remembered I had an electric fan heater from when my boiler had broken down. A quick look in the cupboard at the top of the stairs and there it was, in all its splendour. The firm black object of my desire, my fan heater. I quickly gave it a dusting and planned how best to put it to use. If I left it on the floor, the heat from it would not reach my feet once they were back in bed. A look around my bedroom and a plan was hatched.

Next to my bed I have a cabinet, which is at the same level as my bed, and would be just the right height to ensure the heat from the fan would be directed into my bed. I placed the fan on top of the cabinet and turned it on. Feeling the heat on my body was so exciting, it made me feel like I would explode with pleasure. Well maybe not quite but I was happy.

I placed an extra duvet on the top of the one already on the bed and slid back in to discover my bed was now warm and cosy. Within no time at all my feet were warm enough to turn the heater off and drift off to sleep.

My Feet - Looking a Lot Warmer

No Tobacco, No Alcohol, No Oral

In recent years the health department have been shouting from the roof tops about our smoking and drinking habits, urging us to cut down or cut it out altogether. Now the scientists have found something new that will cause the public to go into a frenzy and the health experts to condemm us if we partake it in.

''What is it''? You may ask.

Well one of the last free (well most of us get it free) indulgents which a lot of men and women get great pleasure in giving and receiving is under threat. That is the act between two or more adults of cunnilingus and fellatio. For those of you who are less familiar with these words, for you it is: giving head, going down on, sucking off, licking out, blow-job and I expect many more slag words I have never heard of, or I would deny it if I had.

Go HERE to find out why oral sex is so bad for you.

I can't help thinking that maybe the scientists have no sex life and have found a way of putting us off ours.

Fast Response?

A few years ago my home was burgled, for the second time, and on phoning the police I was told someone would get back to me. Three weeks later and the forensic team came to take finger prints. As you could guess they couldn't get any because it had been left too long.

This afternoon, while looking at the news I saw this article. It's a shame my home isn't as important I think maybe this country’s priorities have gone slightly wrong

A quote from the article:

"I had a phone call about it within half an hour, and sent someone in to have a word within the hour''.

Cuff's Anyone?

Here are some quotes from a TV program I watched today.

‘’Jamie son, go to the car and get daddy’s handcuffs out of the glove compartment’’.

‘’Multi-orgasm one night, dinner the next. I think that’s ticking all the boxes’’.

First man: ‘’I think I would trust her judgement’’
Second man: ‘’I can’t do that’’
First man: ‘’Why’’?
Second man: ‘’She married me’’

Umm I wouldn't trust him either.

French Anyone?

I have received, in the past, scam emails from people I didn't know promising lots of money. Of course these just got deleted and I gave them no further thought.

A few days ago I received this one:

From :
laziz abudul
Reply-To :
abudul_laziz001@myway.com
Sent :
29 April 2007 20:03:39
Subject :
J'attends votre réponse

Bonjour,

Je sais que cette lettre de proposition pourrait vous parvenir comme une surprise considérant le fait que nous n'avons aucun lien entre vous et moi ,ni aucune relation amicale auparavant. Mais de toute façon je voudrais pour l'amour de DIEU que vous ayez une attention immédiate en vue du fait que la sécurité de nos vies et biens sont a ce prix. Je soussigné M. ABUDUL LAZIZ, le Directeur des Audits des Comptes de International Bank of Africa au Burkina-Faso dans l'Afrique de l'Ouest.

And on it went in French.

I'm not sure if my non-compliance to the other emails was the reason for this one but I think he thought he may get a response if I didn't know what the hell he was on about. (I don't speak French).

The email went on and on with such words as:

décédé dans un accident
$7.120 M USD(américains).
un pourcentage de 30%

As I said I don't speak French, but even I can guess the meaning of the above. In Short: someone has died, they have left $7,120,000 and I will get 30% if I let the cheque go through my account and send the money on to International Bank of Africa.

So what do you think? Should I ?

Cars; Always Trouble in Someway

My daughter went to a gig on Monday night and I offered to collect her and her friends after. On the way home my daughter turned to her friends in the back seat and started to say something to them and just stopped in mid sentence. I turned and looked at her to see her staring into the car parked next to us at the traffic lights. She then said 'Has that man got any clothes on?' We all turned to look at the car. The driver looked clothed, well he had at least a shirt on, but the passenger had no shirt or trousers on nor any other clothes that we could see. This poor man was about 20 years old and he now had 3 giggling teenage girls and a middle aged woman all staring at him. The lights changed and off we both drove only to have to stop again at the next lights. The guys in the next car must have got feed up with being stared at because the driver reversed a bit so my giggling passengers couldn't see them. The lights changed and off we went in different directions. I didn't hear anything on the way home about the gig the girls had been to, but I did hear lots about the naked man we had just seen.

Last night (Tuesday) while I was letting the dogs out into the garden I saw smoke coming from behind one of the houses which are a little way down from my house. I had just had a shower and so only had my dressing gown on, but that didn't stop me from going to the end of my garden to see what was going on. All I could see was flashing lights reflected in some garage doors. I could also hear the sound of a heavy engine coming from the same direction as the flashing lights. I came back in, put the dogs to bed and throw on a tee shirt and some jeans. My daughter came back out with me and as we walked about 10 yards down from my garden we could see a fire engine, lots of firemen and two cars, which were on fire. There hasn't been any trouble around here for ages, not since 3 men got stabbed about 2 years ago, but it seems that the good weather has encouraged some young people to start hanging around again, with nothing else better to do but upset the neighbours.

I took the picture below this morning. There's not much left of one of the cars, the other one has already gone.