About Me
Have a deep and abiding love for all things living.Especially crows, main one being Beaky, my erstwhile pet crow, and my everenduring, and slightly whacky, husband. Also into art (painting and sculpture). Age: 48 Gender: F Location: Aberdeen, Scotland
Fav books: Clan of the Cave Bear series by Jean Auel, Eye of the World series by Robert Jordan, WizardBane by Rick Cook
pet hates: people in the street who walk into you as tho' you'r not there, drivers who don't signal when turning, rude children, people who don't wash (urgh, smelly ppl)
Music: David Bowie, Cockney rebel, Rob Zombie, Corvus Corax
Clutching their Dillard's shopping bags, Ellen and Kay woefully gazed down at a dead cat in the mall parking lot. Obviously a recent hit---no flies, no smell. What business could that poor kitty have had here?' murmured Ellen.
'Come on, Ellen, let's just go...' But Ellen had already grabbed her shopping bag and was explaining, 'I'll just put my things in your bag, and then I'll take the tissue.' She dumped her purchases in to Kay's bag and then used the tissue paper to cradle and lower the former feline into her own Dillard's bag and cover it.
They continued the short trek to the car in silence, stashing their goods in the trunk. But it occurred to both of them that if they left Ellen's burial bag in the trunk, warmed by the TEXAS sunshine while they ate, Kay's Lumina would soon lose that new-car smell. They decided to leave the bag on top of the trunk, and they headed over to Luby's Cafeteria. After they cleared the serving line and sat down at a window table, they had a view of Kay's Chevy with the Dillard's bag still on the trunk. BUT not for long! As they ate, they noticed a black-haired woman in a red gingham shirt stroll by their car, look quickly this way and that, and then hook the Dillard's bag without breaking stride. She quickly walked out of their line of vision. Kay and Ellen shot each other a wide-eyed look of amazement.
It all happened so fast that neither of them could think how to respond. Can you imagine finally sputtered Ellen; the nerve of that woman! Kay sympathized with Ellen, but inwardly a laugh was building as she thought about the grand surprise awaiting the red-gingham thief. Just when she thought she'd have to giggle into her napkin, she noticed Ellen's eyes freeze in the direction of the serving line. Following her gaze, Kay recognized with a shock the black-haired woman with THE Dillard's bag, hanging from her arm, brazenly pushing her tray toward the cashier.
Helplessly they watched the scene unfold: After clearing the register, the woman settled at a table across from theirs, put the bag on an empty chair and began to eat. After a few bites of baked whitefish and green beans, she casually lifted the bag into her lap to survey her treasure. Looking from side to side, but not far enough to notice her rapt audience three tables over, she pulled out the tissue paper and peered into the bag. Her eyes widened, and she began to make a sort of gasping noise. The noise grew. The bag slid from her lap as she sank to the floor, wheezing and clutching her upper chest. The beverage cart attendant quickly recognized a customer in trouble and sent the busboy to call 911, while she administered the Heimlich maneuver. A crowd quickly gathered that did not include Ellen and Kay, who remained riveted to their chairs for seven whole minutes until the ambulance arrived.
In a matter of minutes the curly-haired woman emerged from the crowd, still gasping, strapped securely on a gurney. Two well-trained EMS volunteers steered her to the waiting ambulance, while a third scooped up her belongings. The last they saw of the distressed cat-burglar, she disappeared behind the ambulance doors, ....................... the Dillard's bag perched on her stomach!!
Sometimes, God does take care of those who do bad things! (AND once in awhileHe allows us to witness it)!
When our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run, my wife kept hinting to me that I should get it fixed.
But, somehow I always had something else to take care of first, the truck, the car, fishing, always something more important to me.
Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point.
When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors. I watched silently for a short time and then went into the house. I was gone only a few minutes.
When I came out again I handed her a toothbrush. "When you finish cutting the grass," I said, "you might as well sweep the side walk."
The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have the limp.
Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right, and the other is a husband.
We started to 'bud' in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only to find that anything that came in contact with those tender, blooming buds hurt so bad it brought us to tears. So came the ridiculously uncomfortable training bra contraption that the boys in school would snap until we had calluses on our backs.
Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or sooner). Along with those budding boobs, we bloated, we cramped, we got the hormone crankies, had to wear little mattresses between our legs or insert tubular, packed cotton rods in places we didn't even know we had.
Our next little rite of passage was having sex for the first time which was about as much fun as having a ramrod push your uterus through your nostrils (IF he did it right and didn't end up with his little cart before his horse), leaving us to wonder what all the fuss was about.
Then it was off to Motherhood where we learned to live on dry crackers and water for a few months so we didn't spend the entire day leaning over Brother John. Of course, amazing creatures that we are (and we are), we learned to live with the growing little angels inside us steadily kicking our innards night and day making us wonder if we were preparing to have Rosemary's Baby.
Our once flat bellies looked like we swallowed a whole watermelon and we pee'd our pants every time we sneezed. When the big moment arrived, the dam in our blessed Nether Regions invariably burst right in the middle of the mall and we had to waddle, with our big cartoon feet, moaning in pain all the way to the ER.
Then it was huff and puff and beg to die while the OB says, 'Please stop screaming, Mrs. Hearmeroar. Calm down and push. 'Just one more good push' (more like 10), warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the %$#*@*#!* hubby and doctor square in the nose for making us cram a wiggling, mushroom-headed 10 pound bowling ball through a keyhole.
After that, it was time to raise those angels only to find that when all that 'cute' wears off, the beautiful little darlings morphed into walking, jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop machines.
Then come their 'Teen Years.' Need I say more?
When the kids are almost grown, we women hit our voracious sexual prime in our early 40's - while hubby had his somewhere around his 18th birthday.
So we progress into the grand finale: 'The Menopause,' the Grandmother of all womanhood. It's either take HRT and chance cancer in those now seasoned 'buds' or the aforementioned Nether Regions, or, sweat like a hog in July, wash your sheets and pillow cases daily and bite the head off anything that moves.
Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men, when men get off so easy, INCLUDING the icing on life's cake: Being able to pee in the woods without soaking their socks...
So, while I love being a woman, 'Womanhood' would make the Great Gandhi a tad crabby. You think women are the 'weaker sex?' Yeah right. Bite me.
Went to see The Golden Compass last night... and... wow. Have to say it was a great pic. We've all seen the trailers, and the controversy surrounding this film, but I cant wait to see what comes next. It left us with our young heroin going off to rescue her uncle, so you know there's gotta be more.
It's easy to see, however, why the controversy over the film. It encourages freedom of thought, not only in a religious way, but also in a way which could make our governments squirm. The religious way only in the way that it touches on a number of the old religions.. ie; witches, animal spirits and the like.It pits all religions against the oppressive organised religious thought. The symbolism of the whore of babylon is not lost either, where the head of the religious order is this sultry beauty who would not flinch at the site of children being torn apart. And the name of Asreal being significant as he was both a demon and an angel(he is also known as the angel of death)
The government in the way that it parallels with our own in the way that we have given them so much power that they can over-rule our wishes.(you only have to look at the Iraq debacle to know what I mean there). And in the way that they have you thinking that whatever they do is for your own good. (being told what we can do... eat.. etc) The govenrment and the religious faculties once more going hand in hand in the oppression of the people.Presumably the 'dust' is paralleled to our souls. When the human or his spirit is killed, the 'dust' dissolves and returns to the heavens. It includes parallel worlds which can be reached thru the dust, and the governments attempts to use this dust to dominate the parallel world as well as their own.How they will use any means at their disposal to advocate this end, whether it be military, poison, or the upbringing and control of our children to believe only what they say and do.
The whole film advocates our freedom of thought and the return of morality and honour. Without letting too much out of the bag, re; the prince of the icebears having lost his honor and pride, everyone giving up on him, except for our heroin who believes in him and gives him back his honour.
All in all, it is a film well worth the watching, entertaining, and certainly thought provoking.
I saw this sign beside some roadworks and just had to take a pic. However I think somebody must have complained about it as the next day it was replaced by the regular (this way, roadworks in progress) sign. Ooops....
Ok... so I jumped on the bandwagon. Have only one question. Why are there no female superhero's listed?
What Super Heroe are you most like? Superman You are Superman! Also known as "The Man Of Steal"!!!Superman is a natural leader. Therefore, he is the leader for Justice League. He has the super powers of super strength, heat vision, and x-ray vision. He came from the planet Krypton, and all of the Krypton's get hurt badly from Kryptonite, which is a green glowing gem. Kryptonite could kill Superman, but not anyone else.How do you compare? Take this test! | Tests from Testriffic
Stopping smoking.... aaaarrghhhhh..... why oh why is it so hard? Been smoking for nigh on 30years (wow, is it really that long?). Decided I have to stop for the sake of my health.... but REALLY... stubbed out my last ciggy last night, thought I was doin ok till this morn when everything went horribly wrong. Woke up at 5.30am with bad stomach cramps. Guess what? 'Auntie Flo' arrived n I feel like hell. Then the internet decided to act up on me. Provider kept failing, and try as I might, couldnt stay online long enough even to say hi. Bird cage needs cleaning, have to go visiting tonight, n I think the world is falling apart. So, once again... aaaarrrghhh.......
I know hubby bitched about this, but this is just too cool to pass up. Wow, how my music tastes have changed since meeting him. Cant work out whether for the good or not LOL. What do you think? Pooh vs. Rammstein
A complete lunatic, you're operating on 100% animal instincts. You thrive on uncontrolled energy, and you're downright scary. But you sure can beat a good drum. "Kill! Kill!"
The truly amazing part of my marraige came when i asked my husband "How did i get so lucky?". He got a sad look in his eyes and said 'nobody wanted me...my first wife did drugs and cheated, my second cheated on me and wanted a divorce after she fell in love with another woman, the woman i dated after that wanted a "thug" type of guy, and the one after that wanted a married man to cheat with her...they all wanted something i'm not. They dont want a nice guy who can cook and is affectionate, they wanted the bad boy.' Sooo, i said. then he said 'ive done the bad boy thing in my youth....and i have the nightmares to prove it, id rather have love and faithfullness and a warm cuddle' then he went into the kitchen and made me a cheesecake.....
Doesnt replace Beaky by any means, but as close as I can get... my husband found this site and post them for conservation awareness,, the crow definitely had to be mine.
So... here we go.. BLAME HUBBY LOL... doin our thing, creating video from pics and music. These are from the Edinburgh Dungeon, where we had a blast. Hope you enjoy watching it as much as we enjoyed making it.
General Comments figgyjslyme
Posted 4/3/2008 10:19:34 AM
Hi! Thanks for the crow info! I had no idea that they had such strong family bonds. I tried to take a pic of the family eating corn in the snow, but, at that moment, my batteries went dead. Will try again. Have a great day!
figgyjslyme
Posted 3/31/2008 10:37:48 AM
Hi! We have a Mom, Pop and Baby crow living on our land. I thought that the baby would fly off on his own by now. It's been almost a year and he is still with his parents. I'm gonna try and get a pic of our crow family.
Mistletoe
Posted 12/27/2007 7:08:17 AM
Hey now i got it! LOL :o) Ok, this is a lot nicer than to PM you all the time. I hope your Xmas went nicely, mine was perfect! :o)
its-just-cindi
Posted 12/10/2007 7:33:41 AM
Hope you have a wonderful birthday!
bpasdaddy2
Posted 12/3/2007 1:46:40 PM
happy monday!
bpasdaddy2
Posted 11/28/2007 10:29:38 AM
hey, don't think you're too forward lol, she'd just prefer not to have her pic posted....
Jkrapture
Posted 11/25/2007 10:44:28 PM
Sweet Thanks...
Mistletoe
Posted 11/25/2007 9:57:55 AM
just scroll all the way down and you'll find my music box. :o)
Jkrapture
Posted 11/24/2007 12:18:35 PM
Love the song on your site, what is it called?
Bunny
Posted 11/21/2007 1:53:38 PM
Yes you got me in time, I'm from PA. I'll be celebrating tomorrow by stuffing myself with turkey. lol
bpasdaddy2
Posted 11/21/2007 1:43:09 PM
that you do, wish we had some kind of holiday that involved a plot to overthrow the government!!! and fireworks to boot!!
like the use of the Canadian "eh" by the way.
bpasdaddy2
Posted 11/21/2007 1:37:37 PM
hey, thanks for the tgiving wishes, but we canucks celebrate it in October....earlier harvest and all...
bpasdaddy2
Posted 11/21/2007 1:34:45 PM
hey kitty, tx for the comment!
Mistletoe
Posted 11/18/2007 4:12:58 PM
awwww..that was gorgeous pic. How did you know i love everything about unicorns?? :o) thank you so much for the pic. :o)
Jkrapture
Posted 11/18/2007 4:09:42 PM
Thank you for blocking and than unblocking me. I have made some good progress these past few days.
Mistletoe
Posted 11/17/2007 3:44:09 AM
Good morning! :o) Nice to see someone else is here this "early". Altho..i have to go now! :o/ Have a nice day!
its-just-cindi
Posted 11/16/2007 2:15:29 PM
Love the background and totally love your new profile pic!
Mistletoe
Posted 11/10/2007 5:46:55 PM
OH HAHAHA!!! :o) That video was great! LOL Whatta sweetheart that landlord was..a bit sad tho that he has bigger boobs than i do! LOLOLOL! :o)
Mistletoe
Posted 11/10/2007 5:36:02 PM
Thi is wha it ould loolikeifi typd normaly. = "This is what it would look like if i typed normally" :o)
Mistletoe
Posted 11/10/2007 5:34:33 PM
And i will go to check your brother's video now. one question: why does your page "freeze" my PC? I have to hit my keyboard REALLY hard to be able to type here...i'll show you: