MONDAY’S THOUGHTS AND GUYS
Posted 3 September 2007on:
TODAY’S STARS…. hmmmm
Romantic pursuits are greatly assisted by your ability to say exactly what this person wants to hear. Do not hesitate to engage in seduction while the stars are assisting the poetry of your silver tongue
yeah… right on!!!!!!
I am not wishing to evoke sympathy, I want to make it clear that I am not sick… none of us are, but in our family we have a predisposition to high blood pressure. With this in mind my brother was given an Israeli invention, a breathing machine that is meant to be an aid in reducing HBP and he gave it to my mother to use. What you do is listen to some soothing music and it monitors the rate of your breathing… the higher the number BAD; the lower GOOD. 10 is a very acceptable level. My mother’s reading is constantly high… she can’t relax and switch off; she is like one of those duracell bunnies that go on and on, bless her.
Well I was with her recently and she made me have a go. I plugged in and switched on and my number started off around 24. My dear ma is saying, “See, see my number’s high too, I think he’s got it wrong.” Slowly my numbers crept down until mother started prattling again and it zoomed up. Politely I don’t told her to clear off. Alone I started to relax and the numbers steadily decreased to the acceptable 10 and I was feeling pretty good and smug.
Then, I thought to myself, I’ll do an experiment. I closed my eyes and imagined being drawn into the arms of the divine Vincent D’Onofrio… the number shot up to 15. He tenderly kissed me… the number shot up to 20. He passionately kissed me… the number shot up to 25. I loved it… I was rocking with laughter. Still I thought I’d better take this seriously for a moment and tried to calm down. I shut my eyes and my mind and when the machine clicked off I was a healthy 6.6.
This picture really gets my blood boiling; I had an obligation to conduct this experiment in my research of *The Affect of Vincent D’Onofrio on Women* and I have proved beyond a shadow of doubt that Vincent D’Onofrio does cause *affect*. LOL
The balls are back! … and stones. I watched these missiles flying over the fence in disbelief. When there was a break in the attack and I felt it safe to venture outside, I very nicely told him over the fence, that he and his little friend (huh!) should stop it as someone could get hurt… like me! They said it wasn’t them… hmmmm. I gathered up over twenty 1″ square grey pebbles that look very nice now in one of my tubs. He goes back to school this week… hoooooooooray, except so does everyone else, so what is a 15 minute ride to work will now take me 45 minutes… grrrrr!
I’ve won a prize and not one that I can actually tell all my friends. I won’t spell it out, but it was for a comment I left on the Lustbites blog. Guys seem to like wet women, so for the benefit of the ladies, roles were reversed and we got a great selection of wet men… Colin Firth a la Darcy being one particular favourite and for myself, Gavin frolicking in the sea tops them all. However, bearing in mind the nature of the site, I shall leave it to your imagination to work out what my prize is… I expect it to be delivered wrapped in brown paper!!!! hehehehehe (oh and I wonder if batteries are supplied)
Yes, I got to see the awesome Prince last week. He is a consummate performer and he was having the time of his life… so were we. His band is fantastic and they are all such showmen. The set was his symbol and it shone brilliantly with the whole spectrum of colours. It was the first time I’d gone to the O2 arena and I was really impressed and wouldn’t hesitate to go back. It was a greatest hits tour, but he had an album called 3121 so every ticket cost £31.21. I would be galled if over the Pond they cost $31.21… like, half the cost. With every ticket we were given a copy of his new album. There’s not one track I don’t like. The man is beautiful in his own way, erotic and exotic and energetic and effervescent and everything.
Click on the above to hear it… it really is good. I love it and of course I’ve pre-ordered the album! I’ve never seen James Blunt look as good as he does in this pic… I’d love to get my hands on the makeup artist who scrubbed him up here!
Now on to something completely different. I am struggling a little, just a little. I know my posts are not as frequent as they once were and I wish I had it in me to be more prolific and for my fingers to skip the keys and see the wonder of good words and original thought on crisp pure white paper. I am sure that must bring a great sense of satisfaction for those with such a gift.
I have now ended up with four blogs, each with a different flavour for different tastes, but these days my posts are sporadic on all of them.
I am trying to gather my thoughts and make a decision, but I am terribly indecisive. I can’t make up my mind whether to jump ship altogether and give them all up or just have one place to post whatever.
I am the same person wherever I blog, whether I am writing my own personal ramblings here or my own attempts at poetry there; something I love yet haven’t yet mastered. Mine pale into nothingness compared to the writing and brilliance of others. I know they do, I read theirs. There are sites where one can link; I visit those but rarely comment overawed by their talent and I don’t link being too embarrassed for others to read my efforts. However, those words are my words and they come from my heart and I am not competing.
This is not my biggest problem, I hasten to add, but it is something I am giving some thought to and if anyone has any ideas or suggestions or constructive criticism, it would be welcome.
Another new revelation which has surprised me is that blogs I have visited have either abruptly closed down or can only be accessed by invitation only. Was it something I said? Is this the future of blogdom? Are blogs meant to be for select guests only? What are your views?
Right, now I simply must get myself moving. I have the decorators in (two rather cute young men) and I am getting my little house painted white from top to bottom. My son thinks I’m mad… so do I!!!! Not that I have to justify myself and not that I can actually afford it either, but I had an agenda, namely I thought this exercise would be the catalyst to get my darling offspring to clear their rooms and take their junk to their new homes; well that didn’t work! Secondly, now they’ve flown the Raven nest I am doing it for me and thirdly when I find the home of my dreams a fresh lick of paint should help sell this place…. so there you have it.
My friends across the Pond… enjoy your day off. My friends everywhere else… don’t work too hard.