Things I’ve learned This Week.

Happy Friday!  I don’t know about you, but here in the UK, it’s been a hot week.  It cooled down a little  … but not enough to ditch the shorts and T.shirts.  It feels like Summer!

Well my goodness, what a week this has been.  Mr.Cobs has been working on the garden at the back of our cottage.  It’s taken us a while but we finally found a vision for it.  There are lots of new plants, evergreens, ferns and a selection of flowers.  He’s sown some seeds and they’re growing madly, and things are beginning to look so lush and green.  At last!

When we bought this cottage the majority of the back garden was paved over in decorative paving.  All very smart and very easy to tend to, but there was nothing inspiring.  Nothing that made you want to sit out and just be at one with nature.   That had to change – but we had to live with it for a year before we began to make any rash moves, so that we could see what was growing, and how the sun behaved  in our garden as we are surrounded by protected tallllll pine trees, so they make a high up canopy over the garden which filters some of the sunshine – but we had to work out when, how, where and how much sun each part of the garden got.

Then came the moving of some of the paving, re-laying in some places where it needed to be.  Then we had to do something with the soil.  It had paving on it for who knows how long – so we had to get something into the soil to make it more acceptable to plants.  It’s been what feels like a long journey, but it will all be worth it – we kept telling ourselves.  (Although, there have been times when we’ve said:  “it would have been easier to leave the paving right where it was!”)

And now … just about three weeks after Mr.C began making planting changes this year,  it’s begun to be such an incredible pleasure to sit out there listening to the birds, rather than just walk through it.  It’s all looking so green and lush.  So alive.  Even birds have now started to visit the garden and pop along to watch whats going on!  Sitting on the decking is the most amazing joy now.  Truly a fabulous new blessing.

Anyhoo…   you’re here to find out what I’ve learned this week, not for gardening news!   … so here goes:

I learned this week that … If you were to spell out the numbers in their sequence (1, 2, 3 = one, two, three, etc), you would not find the letter  ‘A’  until you reach One Thousand.

You’re now thinking about this and some of you will even now pick up and pen and see if I’m right.  🙂

I also learned that on Good Friday in 1930, the BBC announced:  “There is no news”.  Yes, honestly.  Here is where I learned about this:  BBC UK, News/No News 1930  –  it will open in a new tab for you.

I learned this week:  That one particular species of jellyfish, Turritopsis nutricula, is considered biologically immortal as it can—and does—revert to its immature state even after reaching sexual maturity.

When it encounters unfavorable environmental conditions, the adult Turritopsis jellyfish normally overflowing with tentacles that evoke the image of the head of Medusa  –  simply sinks to the ocean floor and reverts to its juvenile polyp phase which resembles nothing more than a tiny clump of cells.  Even more fascinating is that the jellyfish can repeat this process of regression and re-growth endlessly.  To date, there have been no reported observations of its death due to aging.

Maybe we should be rubbing ourselves with oils, lotions and potions made from jellyfish,  and eating jellyfish instead of calamari (octopus/squid)?  (umm ….  I don’t think I want to do either of those things to be honest.  ewww).

  • Did you know (and I learned this, this week) 99% of all people get scared when asked this question:  “Can I ask you something?”.  Now, I can actually see how that would work.  Can you?

If you type “Atari Breakout into a Google page search bar and click for Google to do its search, then once the page loads choose to view  “images”  you’ll get a nostalgic blast from the past.  NB… you have to wait a moment for the page to change – just wait  … only a few seconds…  it will change.  Get ready to move your mouse!  🙂  (when you’ve won one game, a new game will load for you).  You’re welcome.  😀

Since I became aware of them, I’ve been very suspicious of these voice activated bits of equipment which you can have in your home as a ‘helper’ … and I learned this week what I suspected …

Whenever you speak into Apple’s voice activated personal digital assistant, it ships it off to Apple’s data farm for analysis. Apple generates a random numbers to represent the user and it associates the voice files with that number. This number — not your Apple user ID or email address — represents you as far as Siri’s back-end voice analysis system is concerned.

Apple say  . . . Once the voice recording is six months old, Apple “disassociates” your user number from the clip, deleting the number from the voice file.  But it keeps these disassociated files for up to 18 more months for testing and product improvement purposes.  (allegedly).

And finally …  if you take your age, multiply it by 7, then multiply it by 1443,  the answer you get will be your age, repeated 3 times.  Go on … try it.  It’s true.

But … we all know why you’re really here.  You’re wanting a little Friday Fix of Fun.  Ok… here are ….

The Jokes!

Doctor:“I’m not 100% certain of the cause. It could be related to alcohol.”  —  Patient:“It’s cool. I’ll come back later when you’re sober.”

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Q:  What is Heck?  —  A:  It’s where you go when you don’t believe in Gosh.

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Q: What did the Teddy Bear say when he was offered dessert?  —  A:  No thanks, I’m stuffed.

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A Penguin was arrested when at check-in at the Airport yesterday.  After two hours they released him saying “He’s not a flight risk.”  (penguin?)

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I bought the world’s worst thesaurus yesterday.  Not only is it terrible,  it’s terrible.

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My friend asked me to help him round up his 37 sheep.  I said “40”

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What’s the difference between a good joke and a bad joke timing.

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and finally . . .

My friend says to me: “what rhymes with orange”  …  I said: “no it doesn’t”

And those are the jokes folks!

Thank you so much for coming and sharing a coffee moment with me.  I love seeing you, it makes the place such a fabulously friendly place to be.

I’m sorry that my blog has been rather quiet this week.  Heat, Summer sunshine, high temperatures have a rather upsetting affect upon me and make some medical problems flair up all at once, leaving me feeling less than amazing.  So my apologies for being a little Missing In Action.  But I bring a note from my mother  husband. [hands note over]

May I say a warm welcome to some new followers.  I won’t name names, but wanted to say hello and to say not to be shy about making a comment.  You’ll soon become part of the great gang we have here and people will begin to recognise your name and even come and visit your own blog (if you have one).

Thank you all (again) so much for coming, it very much means the world to see you here and to chat.

Wishing you all a really fabulous Friday, and an even better weekend.  Don’t put unwrapped boiled sweeties in your pockets.  Don’t cheek your mothers.  Don’t run with scissors.  And … DON’T put peas up your nose!!

May today be fun for you, and … whatever you’re doing, or wherever you’re going,  may your God go with you.

With love ~

 

Say Goodnight, Not Goodbye . . .

Sundays are a kind of big deal in the UK, not to all, but to most people.  It’s a day that families all come together and gather around the table to eat Sunday Lunch, or Dinner – depending on what time they choose to eat this main meal of the day.

It always (normally) consists of a roasted joint of meat, or maybe a chicken, with an assortment of vegetables and other yummy bits and pieces, with lashings of gravy.

However, today, there will be 22 people missing from their families, for these people had their lives ended, without warning, last week, on Monday 22nd May 2017, and it’s the families of these people who I am thinking of today, and sending prayers, heaven bound, for them to be helped to come to terms with their loss.

I know the pain;  the anguish;  the turmoil;  the disbelief … and oh so many other feelings which invade your heart, mind, body and soul as you try to understand what’s happened.  Try to tell yourself to WAKE UP.  WAKE UP!  YOU’RE DREAMING.  Eventually the realisation dawns and you find that it’s not a dream.

For the families and friends of the following people who were there, then gone in a moment,  I wanted to honour their loved ones they lost that night, by sharing a truly beautiful song, written by Beth Nielsen Chapman, and sharing the names of the people who’s lives were ended by a form of  ‘madness’.

  • Megan Hurley,  aged 15,  of Liverpool, England UK
  • Elaine McIver,  aged 43,  of Cheshire, England UK
  • Courtney Boyle, aged 19,  of Gateshead, England UK
  • Philip Tron,  aged 32,  of Gateshead, England UK
  • Wendy Fawell,  aged 50,  of Otley, Leeds, England UK
  • Eilidh MacLeod,  aged 14,  from the Isle of Barra, The Hebrides, Scotland UK.
  • Chloe Rutherford,  aged 17,  of South Shields, England UK
  • Liam Curry,  aged 19,  of South Shields, England UK
  • Sorrell Leczkowski,  aged 14,  of Leeds,  England UK
  • Michelle Kiss,  aged 45, of Blackburn, Lancashire, England UK
  • Jane Tweddle-Taylor,  aged 51,  of Blackpool, England UK
  • Nell Jones,  aged 14,  of Goostrey, Cheshire, England UK
  • Martyn Hett,  aged 29,  of Stockport,  Greater Manchester, England, UK
  • Angelika Klis,  aged 40,  of Poland, Europe
  • Marcin Klis,  aged 42,  of Poland, Europe.
  • Olivia Campbell,  aged 15,  of Bury, Greater Manchester/Lancashire, England UK
  • Alison Howe,  aged 44,  of Royton, Greater Manchester, England UK
  • Lisa Lees,  aged 43,  of Royton, Greater Manchester, England UK
  • Kelly Brewster,  aged 32,  of Sheffield, England UK
  • Saffie Rose Roussos,  aged 8 years old,  of Tarleton, Lancashire.  England UK
  • Georgina Callander,  aged 18,  of Whittle-le-Woods, Lancashire. England UK
  • John Atkinson,  aged 26,  of Radcliffe, Manchester. England UK

(the lyrics to this song are below the video window)

 

In honour 22.5.2017 Beth Nielson Chapman

 

May the families of those lost be surrounded by love, and may not too many Sundays pass before they eventually forget to remember that there is one less plate.  They will never forget who they’ve lost, nor how, but may the pain ease, little by little,  and over-time may they eventually stop having to remember to breathe, and instead just breathe, until one day they are able to fill up their lungs with air once again. 

My love to them, and to you.  Thank you for coming.  May your God go with you.  ~ Cobs. x

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Things I’ve Learned This Week

Happy Friday, 26th May.  It’s the last Friday of May. Time, as we’ve already agreed, passes fast now.

It’s  ‘been a week’  this week. There’s been some fun.  But then there have been some very low spots.

For those of you who don’t know …  I live in the United Kingdom, and I’m pretty sure you’ll all know about the savage brutality which happened in my country on Monday, the 22nd of May.

The first thing my brain said was:  ‘Why?  Why in the name of God would someone believe that it’s OK to kill someone?  Anyone?  Children, teens, through to Grandma’s and grown ups.  Why?’

And … that’s the thing.  Exactly what is it which happens inside someone’s brain, which convinces them to kill,  maim,  injure,  mutilate,  lacerate,  disfigure,  and mangle innocent people in order to ‘please’  their  God?

Who’s God tells them that this is OK? 

NO God is going to tell ANYONE that it’s OK to kill any other person.  In fact it’s the exact opposite of that which ANY God would say.

Someone is brain-washing these people, because that’s the only way that someone is going to have their normal thinking brain, turned into a willing slave in order to carry out someone elses instructions.

I’ve cried many hot tears over this vile act of evil savagery and even now, 4 days later, I know I’m still not all cried out.    However, something a dear blogging friend, Chicken Grandma,  said on her blog a couple of days ago, as a reply to a comment I posted:  “May we be light, may we be strong, may we be courageous, and may we as people of the world stand united in the process of bringing sanity back.”. 

And she’s right.  We must be strong, courageous, and we must stand united in bringing back the sanity to our World.  We must also try to love those who wish to do us harm.  For two wrongs don’t make a right.  An eye for an eye simply ends up making the whole world blind.

If we are to overcome, we must all stand together as one, and, using love,  save this world.

Shall we move onto something more entertaining?

Mr. Cobs shared this with me this week …

He was reading the papers, on-line, and came across a story about a product being sold on Amazon which tickled the heck out of him.  (He does have a very ‘off centre’ sort of sense of humour – but then, look who he’s married to! :/ lol)

The details of the product read like this:  (if you have trouble reading or looking at any photos, right-click on the photo and click to ‘view image’ – and it will open up in a larger size.)

Loo Brush 1

Now that seems pretty straight forward, doesn’t it?  A toilet brush … gives you the idea that you’ll know what to use it for…  however …  someone decided they’d have a little fun with some feedback for this  . . .  (ladies … do you have on your Depends?) . . .

Loo Brush feedback1

Well dear ol’ Mr.C was laughing his head off – but at the same time trying to keep it together, and he was going red in the face and sounded more like Muttley than Cobs the Bogeyman!

Once I’d seen it …  I sounded like that too.  lol.  Apparently it’s quite a trend, I understand, to outdo anyone else with the funny feedback on things.  I found out that reviews for Sugar Free Gummie Bears are among the funniest things to read on Amazon.  lol

What else have I learned this week?

That Indian Curries are now off the menu.   I came late to Indian food.  I was pregnant with daughter number 2 when all of a sudden I announced that the neighbour must have been making a curry, and it smelled DELICIOUS!

Before this I hated curry.  The smell could make me heave.  But suddenly, at six months pregnant with second child, all I wanted was an Indian curry.  Mr. Cobs thought he’d died and gone to heaven!   The very next day he bought everything required for making one, and made it, and I’ve eaten curries Indian food ever since.  Until now.  Now that I’ve reached over the age of  ___  it would seem that my body is now saying NO MORE to Indian food.  Actually … it’s begun saying no more to a fair few different bits of food.  It’s making me quite cross.  How very dare it move me into a boring diet of denial.

Deny me this.  Deny me that.  Deny me everything I might find enjoyable.  It’s even now stopped me from eating ….  CUCUMBER!  Cucumber is basically water with a green skin.  So what’s the problem?  [sigh]

I also learned this week …  yet again .…  that I HATE the hot hot heat of summer.  I live in the south of the country (England) by the sea,  and it get’s quite ‘hot’ here in the summer.  I don’t like the summer much because it causes me to get grumpy and makes some medical ‘issues’ I have so much worse that it’s tiresome and annoying.

Note to other drivers on the road:   Drive NICELY.  Don’t cut me up nor follow so closely behind me that it’s obscene, during the heat of the summer.  Because I become something other than the sweet thing you might think I am to look at me.  Trust me.  Mightier men than you have tried to show me, ‘the little woman’, that their driving is wonderful …  and I’ve left them crying and sucking their thumbs.  DRIVE NICELY in the summer, around where I live,  or else!  You have been warned.

Well … this last week it’s been hot.  Very hot.  Too hot.  VERY MUCH too hot.  We have ceiling fans …  but even those aren’t helping.  They seem to just be moving hot air around.  And now … I’m feeling like a grumpy moo.  I’m hot.  I’m sticky.  And I’m not in a great mood.

Note to self:  When I win the lottery (big time), I’m going to pay someone to fan me.  I shall lay on a bed of hand-made cotton mattresses – 8 deep. (Think Princess and the Pea), wearing nothing but a muslin ‘gown’ (designed by a tent maker), and be fanned by my personal fanner.  Ahhh… just the thought is putting my mood right.  😀

Kind of on the same subject ...  I also learned this week that my Grandsons (Little Cobs) school has been forced to employ a parking attendant for when mummies and daddies collect their darlings from school at the end of the day.  (3pm)

I learned that this parking attendant (a tall man of somewhere between 30 to 40) has let the job title, and the yellow High Vis jacket (much like the motorway police wear) go to his head, and he’s become a bossy so and so.

I watched him, as I was sat roasting at the equivalent to Gas Mark 6, in my car, in the full sun.  He arrived on site and without even leaving his car, he wound down the window and instantly told a woman to move her car out of the reserved parking space. (Which she did.  A rookie mistake)  He then parked his car in that space, got out of his car, put on his yellow High Visibility jacket and then walked over to her where she’d now parked her car on the corner of a bend on the school grounds, and directed her to go and park on the road outside the school.

It was at this point that Mr.Cobs was to hear me say, low and in a rather wishful thinking voice:  “Ohhhh….  I DO hope he comes here and tells me where to park my car”.

Because Little Cobs has a disability (Cerebral Palsy) his mummy and daddy are allowed to park on the school grounds to collect their son.  However, we are sometimes called into action to collect him.  And the problem is that although the school know when we will be coming (instead of Mommy or Daddy), we don’t have the special parking permit which one is supposed to display in order to park on the premises.  So, strictly speaking, he should have noticed that I was parked without a permit.

I was hot.  Roasting in the direct sunshine, and I saw him being a little officious and pumped up at wearing his High Vis. jacket.  I SO wanted him to come to my car and attempt to ‘talk to the little lady’ (me) about parking else where.  I so wanted to explain to him that the only place I would be parking my car other than right where it was,  would require him to bend over.

He went to another car and told the driver off for parking where they were parked.  Yet…. they weren’t in anyone’s way, and they had just loaded a disabled grandchild into the car.  (More grandparents in the same situation as us).  The gentleman behind the wheel obviously told him in a polite way that he wasn’t moving the car because there was another child to collect ….  but he would move the car once said child was collected.

Again…  I voicedGo on…  come and tell me to move my car“.  He didn’t.  Maybe he recognised a woman who was suffering the heat of being baked in a tin box, waiting for a ‘challenging situation’ to happen.  Whatever it was, he gave my car a miss.  Maybe …  next time.  🙂

Well … I’m pretty certain that there are more things which I’ve learned this week, however, my head’s a colander and things drain out of those holes, even when I try to stop them from falling out.

However … we now are in requirement of a few jokes, so without further ado, I give you . . .

THE JOKES

A woman called the airline 
customer-service desk asking if she could take her dog on board.

“Sure,”  said customer services, “as long as you provide your own kennel.”   They further explained that the kennel needed to be large enough for the dog to stand up, sit down, turn around, and roll over.

The customer was flummoxed: 
“I’ll never be able to teach him all of that by tomorrow!”

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Q:  What do Pandas have that no other animal in the world has?

A: click and drag–>  Baby Pandas<—

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Q: I travel all over the world, but always stay in my corner. What am I?

A: click and drag–> A stamp.<—

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Q: How many seconds are there in one year?

A: click and drag-> 12 of them: January 2nd, February 2nd, March 2nd, April 2nd, May 2nd, June 2nd, July 2nd, August 2nd, September 2nd, October 2nd, November 2nd, December 2nd.<—

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A recent scientific study showed that out of 2,293,618,367 people, 94% are too lazy to actually read that number.

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And God said to John, come forth and you shall be granted eternal life.

But John came fifth and won a toaster.

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and finally . . .

What do you call a dog that does magic tricks?

A labracadabrador.

Thank you so much for coming and sharing a coffee with me.  I so enjoy our Friday get togethers.

I hope for you a fabulous Friday.  May the day be peace filled and enjoyable.  And may your weekend be one which leaves you feeling like you’ve actually done something with your time.  That’s always a great feeling!

Sending love, from me in my corner, to you in yours.  Be good to each other, and …  may your God go with you.

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Nice Day to Bake . . . a card.

Haaapy Monday!  Can you believe it’s already the 22nd of May??  I had to do a double take when I looked at the calendar.  (Although why it’s called a Calendar I don’t know.  Surely it should be called a CalenDAYIt makes sense!  Calenday.  “Sweetheart . . . What date does it say on the calenday for a week on Monday?”   See?  CalendayI think we should start a movement and all begin to call it a Calenday.  That will get things put right!)

[thinks to self:  perhaps I should write to Mr.Trump, and Mr.Putin,  Prime Minister May,  Prime Minister Justin Trudeau,   South Korean President Park Geun-hye,  Prime Minister of Japan Shinzo Abe,  French President Francois Hollande ….. and of course I shall drop The Queen a note about this.  I’m sure Her Majesty will agree that this is a grand idea!]

Aaaannnyhoo….  I made a card and I promised myself that I wouldn’t do a big long post and bore everyone to tears, so I’ll get on with showing you the card.

It was all made on a scored 6″x6″ white card.

Measured, cut and fixed in place the hessian you see in the photo (below), and while that was drying,  I distressed some pale(ish) blue gingham paper, tearing it and rolling it in places,  added some blue gingham ribbon and fixed the paper and ribbon two-some, in place, on top of the hessian.

1 Nice Day to Bake

Next came fussy cutting some honeycomb from a sheet of honeycomb printed paper then adhered it to the gingham paper.  Time for a little decoupage: to make the dresser, where the chicken has laid her eggs, and one little chick has already hatched.  🙂

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If you look really closely you just might be able to see that there’s a cobweb in the space where the drawer is missing, – to the right hand side, in the upper corner of the drawer space.  I thought that was a nice touch considering who was making this.  lol

Can’t see it?  . . .  here it is . . .

cobweb Nice Day to Bake

I added bits of straw in various places,  and a tiny wooden rolling-pin – hanging on some cotton.  The silver bumble bee you see hanging below the large red petal flower is also hanging on a thread, so giving the buzzy bumble a ‘flying’ movement.

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The lovely, fluffy marmalade coloured feather was donated by one of our chickens: Miss Edna BIG BIRD, HUGE EGGS Chicken.  She’s so accommodating.  I ask for a feather and she does the ‘chicken wiggle’ and out pops something perfect.  lol

The flower adornment was made using some pretty coloured stamens, some loofah strands,  a tiny piece of muslin which I pulled some threads from to make it kind of ‘feathery’ around the edges, and that lovely ‘blousy’ flower from my stash.

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Finally,  it was time for some attention to the inside:  using some distressed yellow gingham paper,  cut to size,  I made an insert which I then stamped and added a Country Chicken ticket in the lower right hand corner.

OH!   And I added a bow made from the ribbon, to the front of the card!

And that,  as they say,  is all there was to it!

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The papers and ribbons are all part of the DoCrafts ‘Home Sweet Home’ range.  I bought them about a year ago and used some of them, but then Summer moved to Autumn and so I put them away reminding myself to get them out again this year.  And … as strange as this might sound I actually remembered!  Ha!  Miracles really do happen.  😀

Everything else came from my stash.

So, changing the subject  ….  I was thinking about Mondays,  and I’ve worked out that Mondays were invented as a punishment for all the fun we have at the weekends!  Seriously.  It makes total sense when you think about it.  We all do have more fun at the weekends, and we obviously needed something to kind of get us back into line – so Monday was invented.  SOO….  Just get it over with and within 24 hours, it will be Tuesday,  after that  . . .  it’s all heading towards Friday  😀  … can’t get better than that!  So lets change things round a little.  Smile today.  Be happy.  Be all twinkly eyed and joke around.  Beat the system!

Oh … and just to get you started, here’s a Monday Special:

Q: What do you call a parade of rabbits hopping backwards? . . .   A: a receding hare-line.

Have a great day out there.  Be nice to yourself, and each other.  And … remember to look both ways when you cross the road!

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Things I’ve learned this week.

Happy 19th of May and … HAPPY FRIDAY!  Aw it’s great to see you.  I’m kind of getting rather fond of these Friday Get Togethers.  It’s a bit like Bingo Night, don’t y’think?  lol.

I’ve been through a week of learning some odd and strange things this week.  I’ve come across things, seen things, experienced things and found out some weird things.  All of which I’ve had to use the good ol’ interwebby to discover more.

For instance ….  I learnt a new way of saying:  Avocados.  Yes, there really is.  😀

Imagine, if you will, being the 7-year-old child you used to be, then add a sprinkle of ‘cheeky monkey’,  and a pinch of ‘smiley rascal’,  and just for good measure add a large soup ladle of ‘twinkly smiles’.  Stir the mixture and then continue to read as I educationamalise you.

Say this sentence three times:  Have a CAD dooze.  Say it again… and again.  Have a CAD dooze.

Now you’re going to say it in that way in which we all talk… we miss some letters out of the pronunciation:  So you’re going to miss that letter H and the letter D on CAD.   It now becomes Av a CAdooze.   Make sure that you make that ‘CA’  into a hard sounding KA,  (not soft sounding, like you’d hear in the word: car.  Hard sounding like in the word CAt).   Av a  CAdooze.  Practise it … Av a  CAdooze.  Av a  CAdooze.   Say it out loud:  Av a  CAdooze.

You can now switch your brain back on and listen to the way you are now saying Av a   CAdooze.   Av a  CAdooze.  Av a  CAdooze.  It’s three separate words.  Av | a | Cadooze.

So now I’m going to ask you   . . .  do you  Av a  cadooze?

This week I’ve also learnt about an incredible, unique flower whose petals turn clear as glass when it’s splattered by raindrops.

No, I’m not making it up and its not April the 1st.  The little flowers of this wonderful plant turn from white, to clear when raindrops hit it’s petals.  Take a look ….

Diphylleia Grayi

And this (below) is what it looks like normally, before the rain . . .

Diphylleia Grayi white

It’s called Diphylleia Grayi …  or commonly known as the Skeleton Flower.  It comes from the mountainsides in the colder regions of China and Japan. The flowers come out in late spring, with large, fuzzy green, umbrella-like foliage topped with small clusters of pretty white petals.

Isn’t that just jaw dropping amazing?  I’d never heard of these flowers before.  Have you?

Next!  …  I learned this week that every night, the U.S. Constitution, the Bill of Rights, and the Declaration of Independence are lowered into a bomb-proof safe.  Again … something else I never knew.  It’s the little things like this which make me open my eyes wide and ask myself why I never knew *that*  (whatever *that* might be).

We’ve all, no doubt, been struck by an ice cream headache at least once in our lives. Well …. I found out this week that there is a proper name for it!  The technical name for an ice-cream headache is sphenopalatine ganglioneuralgia.  Heckaroonie … I can’t even say it!  LOL.  But I know exactly what it feels like. tsk tsk.

Oh … and I learned this, this week, and it tickled the heck out of me . . .

Marco Polo described them as:-  “scarcely smaller than elephants.  They have the hair of a buffalo and feet like an elephant’s. They have a single large black horn in the middle of the forehead…  They have a head like a wild boar’s…  They spend their time by preference wallowing in mud and slime.  They are very ugly brutes to look at.  They are not at all such as we describe them when we relate that they let themselves be captured by virgins, but clean contrary to our notions.”  What do you think he might have thought he’d found and was describing for us there?

He thought he’d found  . . .   [drumroll] ….  Unicorns.   But it’s believed that what he was actually describing was the one horn rhinoceros.   Bless his deluded little heart.  lol

And finally ….  I learned a few things about chickens …  but the one thing I learned tickled me so I thought it might interest you too:

Apparently, according to those in the know,

  • Danish chickens go gok-gok
  • German chickens gak gak
  • Thai chickens go gook gook;
  • Dutch chickens tok tok
  • Finnish and Hungarian chickens say kot kot.
  • The French hen goes cotcotcodet

Where-as my chickens go:  SHREEeaky BLEEEAKKK FOUR FOUR FOUR cluck cluck! VERY shouty, especially when just about to lay an eggBut the littlest one says:  Paw, paw paw beek beek bok.  Paw paw paw beek beek bok.  She’s a pathetic sounding little thing, but so sweet and so very tiny.  (A Bantam – who has feathered feet.  It makes her look like she’s wearing slippers.  Bless!  lol).

And now ladies and gentlemen, we arrive at the part we’ve all been waiting for ….

THE JOKES

Two sailors are at sea. One says:  “That sure is a lot of water out there!”.   The other replies: “Yeah! And that’s just the top of it!”

Q:  What does a pirate say on his 80th birthday?  …  A:  Aye Matey.

A puzzle for you:

  • Michael J Fox has a short one.
  • Arnold Schwarzenegger has a long one.
  • Madonna doesn’t have one.
  • The Pope doesn’t use his.

What is it?   click, hold the click and drag here for the answer:—> … a last name. 😀

What do you get when you cross an elephant with a hyena?  A stern rebuke from the ethics committee and an immediate cessation of grant funding.

Q: Why don’t anteaters ever get sick?  ….  A: Cause they’re full of anty bodies.

Q:  What do you get when you cross a cow and a duck?  A:  Milk and quackers

and finally …

Knock knock. Who’s there?   Salad.   Salad who?   Oh, just lettuce in!

And that’s me done and dusted!

Another week over, and I’m wiser and more educated than I was last week.  So now it’s over to you.  Have you learned anything this week?  If so …  tell me what.  I’d love to hear about something you’ve learned this week.

Thank you so much for coming and sharing a coffee with me.  I love seeing you and spending some time together having a laugh.

May your weekend be thoroughly enjoyable.  And may next week bring you smiles and joy from the moment it begins!  Be good to each other,  and …  may your God go with you.

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A Ring of Roses!

Happy Monday!  I hope your week gets off to a great start and continues in that fashion.

I’m here to share a little, easy to put together card today.  Although I have a plentiful supply of ready folded and scored craft (Kraft) cards and I absolutely love cards which are made using them …  I very rarely seem to make a card with them.  It’s the strangest thing.  I always reach for white card!  Why is that I wonder?  Bugs the life out of me!

Anyhoo ….  I made this card... consisting of some hand painted  (by me)  folksy style roses on black card, matted and layered onto some die cut white and pink card,  then fixed to a 5.5″ square Kraft/Craft card, and with the addition of a warm pink grosgrain ribbon.

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The central ‘picture’ of the single rose, is an enamelled brad,  which I fixed onto a circle of die cut white card,  and then attached it to the inside of the card.  (with the addition of some bakers twine tied into a bow)

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Finally, I added some pink enamelled dots to the corners of the front of the card and VOILA!  A circle of roses on a card …. which will fit into a regular envelope!

And that’s all there was to it!

Mondays can be really miserable days …. but only if YOU let them be.  Make up your mind to have a great day today.  It’s a choice.  Make the choice.

I wish you a truly lovely day.  Please  . . .  share a smile with someone.  Your smile could make a whole lot of difference to someone’s day.

Sending you love and squidges …. and sharing a smile with you  😀

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What I learned this week.

Haaaappy Friday!  Here I am, again, ready to educationalmalise you.  I hope you’re ready.  Do you have a coffee?  Have you been to the loo?  Washed your hands?  Have you got everything you might need for the next few minutes, because you’re going to be stuck to that chair … so if there’s anything you need, we’ll all wait while you go and fetch it.

[waits. . .   waits some more. . .  wonders if we ‘waiters’ should play a game of Eye Spy . . .   Ohh… you’re back!  wait over!]

OK… let’s get into this, shall we?  Ready?  Steady …….  GO!

This week I’ve learned that paper cuts are painful little bug*ers – especially when you’ve managed to get one in that very soft, squishy bit of skin where your two fingers join together.  Yes… right there!   Ohhhh,  OUCH!

I felt the paper slice through that ‘V bit of soft skin’  like it was ‘un-zipping’ my skin as only a surgeon could do with a scalpel.  It made me wince, but now, 30 hours later it’s sore and has a slight throb going on,  especially so when I open my fingers to do something.  Ewwwwwey! Ouch! Ugh!  [shudder]

I also learned this week …

That the Palace of Versailles is worth:  $50.7 BILLION dollars.  Now I needed to find out what that was in British Pounds (obviously because I’m British), and I found out that $50,700,000,000 USD is equal to 39,175,890,000 GBP.  If you want to know how to actually say that in words:  Thirty nine billion, one hundred and seventy-five million, eight hundred and ninety thousand pounds.

Now you may be wondering why I wanted to know this about the Palace of Versailles (just in case you haven’t met this Palace before, you say Versailles:  ‘Ver-sigh’).  Well, I’ve been watching a rather decadent, period costume drama series about King Louis XIV of France, and the Palace of Versailles (it’s now in its second series) and find the whole thing fascinating, educating and enjoyable.  (You have to be able to ignore some of the more … erm …  ‘naughty’ moments which are included, because that’s the way it was at the time. Awful lot of mistresses etc.)

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Aerial view of The Palace of Versailles

The Palace of Versailles is the world’s largest royal domain comprising over eight million square metres of grounds.  Versailles was transformed from a regal hunting lodge into a spectacular palace by ‘Sun King’ Louis XIV during the late 17th century.

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The Hall of Mirrors

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The ceiling in The Hall of Mirrors

The palace features 700 rooms, including the stunning Hall of Mirrors, housing 5,000 pieces of antique furniture and 6,000 [notable] paintings, while the grounds boast 400 sculptures and 1,400 fountains.  (Is it any wonder that Versailles has been declared a UNESCO World Heritage Site?).

As I’ve been watching the series of programmes about King Louis XIV of France, and Versailles, I kept wondering how much the place must be worth now.  King Louis spent a HUGE amount of money on the building and making of the Palace, so I began to wonder about it’s worth now, and if he actually got his monies worth.  Hence the reason I found out how much Versailles is worth now.

There’s a lot more to be found out about the Palace,  and the King himself.  Wikipedia might be a great place to begin:  Louis XIV of France

This week I’ve also been looking into Time.  Not the magazine …  time as on the clock.  I’ve had a pre-occupation with Time and how quickly it passes, and so I kind of took a leisurely stroll through the library and have learned a handful of things relating to time.

William Willett, the inventor of Daylight Saving Time,  is the great-great grandfather of Coldplay’s Chris Martin.  I’d like to go back in TIME to have a word with Mr. Willett and tell him that it’s a waste of time moving those clocks around, and that it will turn out to be a real pain in the ar …  erm…  rear end, for people of the future.

I found out . . . .  The word ‘time’ is the most commonly used noun in English.

Where did the word come from originally? The oldest root we have is  – a Proto-Indo European prefix meaning ‘to cut or divide.’   That makes sense – in all its various guises,  time is a measure of the space between things.  The Greeks went even further than we did in stretching this meaning.  In Ancient Greek, dā mo became the distance between different types of people, as in demos or ‘ordinary citizens’ and even between the Gods and humans: dai-mon meant ‘divider’ and gave us our words daimon or demon.

Is there any other word small enough to describe something as mundane as a railway timetable and yet suggestive enough to encompass the deepest mysteries of the universe?  Only time will tell . . .

Telling Time in the Ancient World

Ancient Greeks used a device called a clepsydra (water-thief) as a timer for places and times when sundials couldn’t be used. This also consisted of a jar with a hole in the bottom, but worked in the opposite way to the bowl timers. As long as the jar was kept topped up, the water flowed out the bottom at a steady rate and could be used to measure time. clepsydra were used in courts to define how long speeches could last.

Most casinos have no windows and no clocks in order that their patrons will lose their sense of time.

The Incas based their measurement of time on how long it took to boil a potato.

Watch adverts nearly always show the time as 10:10. This is so that the hands of the watch neatly frame the brand name.

An octodesexcentenary is 592 years long.  (I wonder when/what it was/is used for?  I have absolutely no idea.  I’m just sharing what I learned).

And finally … 

I learned that:-  Male goats stink when they’re in the mood for sex. Male sheep don’t.  …  And I think that’s enough about that one, thank you very much!

But …. before I toddle off,  I need to share some jokes with you …

THE JOKES

Q:  What did the ocean say to the boat? . . . A: Nothing it just waved.

Q:  Did you hear about how eating clocks was very time consuming?  A:  But it was so good, people go back for seconds.

I sometimes eat clocks just to pass the time.

I have an EpiPen.  My friend gave it to me when he was dying,  it seemed very important to him that I have it.

Why can’t you hear a pterodactyl go to the bathroom?  Because the “P” is silent!

What did the green grape say to the purple grape?  OMG!!!!!!! BREATHE!! BREATHEEE!!!

and finally . . .

What do Alexander the Great and Winnie the Pooh have in common?  Same middle name.

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Those are the jokes folks!

Well, I have a visit to the hospital today …  so that’s a load of fun I’m looking forward to (not).  But later … I do believe that Mr.Cobs is taking me somewhere to cheer me up.  (I hope it involves spending money because that’s my most favourite hobby and I’m REALLY good at it).

What about you?  What’s going on in your world, this fabulous Friday?  Do tell.  Let me hear about you for a change.

Whatever you have planned, or whatever happens, I hope that today is a good day for you.  I wish you a tremendous weekend too.  Filled with love, peace and harmony, but most of all I wish you contentment.  For when you have contentment, everything else just falls into place.

Sending you love and squidges from me, here in my corner, to you there, in yours.

Be good to yourself, and each other.  And …  may your God go with you.

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