Promises

I always keep my promises. They are our word, and our word is all we have.

Sometimes real life does (and should) get in the way though, which means promises can't always follow a deadline. Even if you wish they could.

Nevermind the past several months being hectic,the last week and a half alone has seen me with a serious case of food poisoning, my dog was ill and needed all night nursing until he had to be put to sleep. My p.c mysteriously also died and I had to immediately rush out and get a new lap top, as I am swamped in to-ing and fro-ing legal work between myself and the lawyer via emails.

For all MY hard work I should be receiving a nice lawyer's fat pay cheque, not paying one.

I had to get a new rescue greyhoud for my mother who felt such a void in her life. It was very tragic, as he WAS the best dog in the world, even if he was a lil' bugga from time to time. As sad as the loss of Spike was/is to BOTH of us, she went around the place with a face like a smacked bottom, over- spilling eyes and quivering lip- as if I had died.

Given I had to put Spike to sleep, I am not altogether sure that the plate of Botulism I was served for dinner that night was NOT deliberate on her part. Funny, SHE wasn't ill.

My relationship takes up a lot of time. Perhaps, too much. *That will keep him on his toes, the spud! :)

And there's only so much of your Uber to go around. Much less these days, in fact.

I barely have time to dance.

But promises and people who matter are just as important too, and not, never, forgotten.

So, if I owe you a promise, have faith that,you are uppermost in my mind and I am working on it.

More exciting news is the upcoming, first annual Blogger's Blog Awards masterminded,no doubt, by James Higham, the former brains,hard work and vision behind the now redundant B.P. He's requesting that 4 other ethical bloggers( do we have that many in the sphere?) join him on a panel of judges for this new group/awards committee which is ' for the blogger , by the blogger'.

That'll be a nice change, eh Baht At?

*Well, I DID promise to be a better,bigger bitch.

The New Ritz

I know that you philistines are too busy blogging to be up on the latest 'IN' thing, so your 'IT' girl is here to the rescue.

Being ever so exclusive there are only two, count them TWO, ice hotels in the world.

Only two , you say?


You know that we have become too fat and comfortable when we will PAY to freeze our 'nads off, sleeping on a block of ice ,albeit with 'insulating reindeer skins' to keep us warm in the -5 degree hotel.

We'll gloss over the fact that the reindeer themselves died of hypothermia....not so good for business. That's marketing, though....

Look! They even have an ice chapel-so that you can pray.......... for heat presumably.On the plus side, you would at least know that you hadn't arrived in the fiery( warm) pit of Hell.




















And the block of ice bed is kinda like a lovely ,comfy warm water bed, sans the lovely comfort ,warmth and splish splash of water.

What a great scam money making venture. I am surprised they're not as prolific as Mc Donalds!

I guess that you could pee where you liked , all considered.

In my world, a cold hotel with a hard bed were grounds for a refund!

Silly , spoilt,whiny me!

As we scoffed at the homeless and Eskimos, who knew they were scoffing right back?

Look at the luxury those fuckers have been living in whilst we heat seekers got nothin' by static cling and fly away hair from too much dry,heat.

I suppose another plus is, if you did actually FREEZE to death in your sleep, your bed could double as your morgue, without having to disturb you.

Now THAT'S room service!

Update:Rod thinks this is not mean and Uber enough. I promise to be a bigger bitch tomorrow!

Spiky Meme

After having first 'aired' this meme , I decided to take it down after about 5 minutes because really do you guys give a fuck about me? I think NOT! :0
The funniest thing was, part of the meme means letting the person who tagged you know that you have complied.

Over runs Daisy as fast as her little , stumpy legs could carry her, to let me know she had done hers- only to realize I had pulled mine.

God I love fucking people about! NO! not really! much....

So, here it is back for Daisy so that she doesn't look like a complete tosspot. hahaha
Guess I have to make a beeline to Spiky's place.


I have been tagged to do this meme by Spiky hot girl. http://bitplayerreflects.blogspot.com

*She's gonna be sorry :)

1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning of the post.
2. Each player answers the questions about themselves in their post.
3. At the end of the post, the player then tags 5-6 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they’ve been tagged and asking them to read your blog.
4. Let the person who tagged you know when you’ve posted your answer.

Let's start here.
1. What was I doing ten years ago?
Ten years ago I was living in the land of the Maple Leaf and was a card carrying member of the over 80's club. That's what I called my community nursing job, as I worked long hours and did not have time to spend with anyone under 80!
At least I was the hottest one of the group!

I shopped regularly on company time, as I cannot pass a mall without being sucked in. When I would have a cancellation, I would duck into the cinema for a matinee.
I loved working with dementia clients and the terminally ill.
They were a captive audience for my sick jokes.
2. What are five things on my list to do today?

1. Nothing.
2. Dance.
3. Watch a new Michael Caine dvd
4. Nothing
5.M.Y.O.B

3 If you were a vegetable what would you be and why?
Apparently, Rod says I would be a carrot because I am red topped and sharp and stabbing - like.

4. Things I Would Do If I Were A Billionaire?
First off, I would give three quarters of it away because to horde that much money is obscene.
I would donate to starving kids and abused animals.
Not quite as benevolent as I seem, I would then hire a hit man to rub out my enemies.

I would take Rod& mum on a world cruise, but on a private ship as I HATE holiday makers.

I would OWN Mr. Gucci ,who would become my bitch.

I would then use my big mouth and big bucks to right wrongs by being a real bitch to people who oppressed and harmed others.

5. Three of my bad habits?

1) .I smoke cigarettes. A LOT! But as I tell Rod, I have a lot to smoke about.

2) I hang up on lovers when I am mad at them, which is surprising as I think that's really rude!

3) I laugh uproariously at funerals. I . CAN'T. HELP. IT!

6. Five places I have lived?
1. My mummy's tummy.( Room service was shit!)
2. Toronto, Ontario, Canada
3. Hull, Quebec, Canada
4. Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
5. Surrey, England

7. Five jobs I’ve had?

1) The only real non- nursing job I had was waitressing, which I actually liked.

2) I ALMOST worked as a magician's assistant but the guy was a perv so I passed.

3) I worked with schizophrenics for many years in psychiatric institutions.It made me realize how lucky one is to have clarity of mind and all our faculties.
4.) I worked with quadriplegics and paraplegics. Here I learned there ARE worse things than death.

5) I worked with the terminally ill, which I found the most rewarding work as everything you do DOES matter. Death is the ultimate life process that one must have a friendly hand and soothing words to guide them through.I'm a firm believer that no one should die alone and afraid. Not even animals.

Have I cheered you up yet?

6) I have no other types of work I have done.

7) Damn, I wish I had said 'spy' or hitman' , too!

8. How did you come to name your blog?

Come on! That's GOT to be obvious.


I tag Daisy, Mutley, Bag, Alexys, and Queen Ann.

My Spud

You know you are getting old( although not much older than you, bitch) when your men go from Studly to Spudly .

I met my Rod here, so called because when we first met he had a sore throat and sounded all gravelly like Rod Stewart. Nice. I shall have to ensure he gets that often.

Rod is a male political blogger here and, worse, a Tory who gets that high falluting tone when he calls me a' bleeding heart socialist' because I care about peeps. Although, in my own defense, not overly and certainly not you people! :)

As Rod and I live 200 miles apart, we have a long distance relationship . Until I am able to move in with him and take right over his life, house and money we spend a lot of time on the phone,when not together, which is the only reason I have yet to KILL him, go to jail and become a lesbian.

Sometimes distance is a wonderful, even life saving, thing.

He is difficult, shoots pigeons, snores, IS a spud, and cracks derogatory jokes about women just to PISS.ME.OFF, then laughs when I get all women's libber meets red headed she-devil on him.

Half the time he does not 'get me', he can be a tight tartar( which I WILL cure him of) and does not provide a calming influence, by any stretch. So why do I love him, besides the obvious' well someone has to', and it always falls to us bleeding heart socialists?

He has more integrity and honesty than anyone I have ever met( unless he starts lying about me like the last guy, in which case he is a lying sissy,too) he never holds my 'you're a fucking dick!' comments against me.
Well he said he wanted someone honest who has her own mind.

Just being accommodating.

I can tell my Spud anything and he is always okay about it, so I suppose I shall put up with exchanges like:

Spud: *Something guy like and asinine*

Uber: You're a fucking dick!

Spud: Break it to me gently, sweetie.

Uber: In fact , you're such a dick I am NEVER going to marry you now!

Spud: Yipppeeeeeeee!!!! * frowns* I mean..awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

Uber: I am going to remember this when you beg me!

Spud: I hope so* mumble, mumble*

Uber: WHAT .DID.YOU.JUST.SAY????

You see what I mean?

If he and I are on the phone and he says some assholey thing and I am left no choice but to hang up on him, he doesn't even call me back! He just flicks off the light and goes to sleep.

Instantly.

Ignorant, eh?

BUT he let's me 'be me', and 'me' can be hard to take at times, even for me.

WELL,I'M COMPLEX! OKAY?

Anyway, that's everything isn't it?

Well, that and Gucci boots.

So my Spud,that's my mushy post for ya, but I still reserve the right to call you a naval gazing, lunkhead ,yet complain if you say anything about my gender that can even remotely be construed as misogynistic.
However...
I would give you my last Rollo....but then bitch FOREVER!


Then again....
Maybe, I am more of an eat-YOUR- last-Rollo -kinda girl.