Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
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.
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.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
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.
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'
Beryl is still painting pictures of the local area as seen in the picture below.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
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.
Monday, May 21, 2007
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.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Posted by Ladybristol at 4:00 pm
Mornin Tim, oh it's afternoon already. Afternoon Tim.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
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 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!
Posted by Ladybristol at 4:19 am
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
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
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.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
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.
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
Friday, May 11, 2007
''What is it''? You may ask.
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
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
"I had a phone call about it within half an hour, and sent someone in to have a word within the hour''.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
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.
Friday, May 04, 2007
A few days ago I received this one:
29 April 2007 20:03:39
J'attends votre réponse
And on it went in 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 ?
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Posted by Ladybristol at 2:38 pm