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.)
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?) . . .
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 voiced … “Go 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 . . .
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?
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.