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Dishes Done

BBQ

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Dishes Undone

I took one look at the kitchen this morning… and it scared me!

I made coffee and ran back to the safety of my ‘puter.

I made another coffee, then another, but my hopes that the dishes will disappear have been dashed.

I'll be doing a lot of this later

I’ll be doing a lot of this later

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Straw-flavoured water

The BBQ was a success, lots of meat, salads and pickles. The pickles were the first to go and all the ladies wanted to know how to make them; and many had never seen coleslaw before.

I drank my straw-flavoured water, while everyone enjoyed real beer and wine.

Locals and some students helped me celebrate my sixty-twoth (as one of my students said) birthday. We need to do some work on his ordinal numbers.

Cloro has discovered he can fly. I now have a kitten who is in line for the ‘Leaping Supreme Award’ as he flies across from the small sofa to the big sofa then takes a flying leap to land on me using his needle sharp little claws as brakes on whatever part of my anatomy he happens to make contact with.

It appears that Cloro maybe a Clora, a girl. It’s hard to tell the difference at that age between a clitoris and a penis, they’re so tiny, and I’m no expert in feline gendering. I nearly said “I was no expert in pussy”, but after having 12 kids, that would be a mistake. Writing posts ‘off-the-cuff’ you can really make serious faux pas.

Still having the odd spot of bother with Dizzy Lizzy, although the spells between are getting longer. I managed seven hours of BBQ yesterday before she came to visit about 10pm, which I thought was pretty good; albeit a sign for home and bed.

Lunch today is already made. I have leftover shepherd’s pie that I made on Wednesday, has to be eaten today. Then there is thawed chicken that needs to be cooked, and leftover meat from BBQ, the meat will do another BBQ tomorrow, there’s enough.

I see that David Cameron (Britain’s prime minister) got egg all over his face, most embarrassing when parliament doesn’t go along with your plans to help the Americans attack Syria.

Although I do sympathise with the Syrians and their problem to oust Bashar al-Bastard.

afirefoxI have been plagued recently (last few months) with malware type thingies highjacking the search engine capabilities of Firefox, I tried many methods to get rid of them without having to remove the oil sump and pistons (the inner workings scare me almost as much as the dishes) with no success.  Something happened the other night, can’t remember quite what, but it was suggested that I reset FF to its original parameters. I did and lo-and-behold both malware disappeared. All my passwords, bookmarks and history were saved, so you don’t loose anything. You go to Help, Troubleshooting Info, Reset FF and follow directions, as simple as that. So there’s a solution for you that doesn’t involve removing FF’s pistons and getting your hands dirty.

There’s that’s my social service for the day.

Later.

The Elevator doesn’t Always Work

“I sit and wait, but the elevator doesn’t always work, so I have to use the stairs and scramble up my grown-up’s pants leg to get to the top floor.” – Cloro

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He purrs like a Cummin’s diesel at the idle

It is often said of cats when they purr that ‘their little motor is running’. If I were to apply this to Cloro it would be entirely inadequate. Because Cloro is powered by a whopping great Cummin’s diesel engine, his whole little body vibrates on the idle.

You’ll notice that I dropped the ‘h’ from Cloro’s name, the ‘h’ was my English brain working, Cloro is Portuguese.

Yesterday’s lunch was a failure. I got the fish battered, the oven fried chips and stuffed tomatoes done, but dizzy lizzy came to visit and the idea of making sweet ‘n’ sour sauce just became impossible to even contemplate.

I am off to the Otorhino… ear-nose-throat guy this morning. Yesterday was almost a whole day of dizzy lizzy.  I want to go this morning before she comes to visit again.

Later.

Dizzy Lizzy Pills

I need one of these

I seriously need one of these

Despite my having taken the dizzy lizzy pills as prescribed at regular +/- give-or-take intervals, I still have the occasional dizzy lizzy.

Like last night, the final ten minutes of class threatened to send me into an embarrassing collapse in mid-flight. Then again during the night, I woke at 1, something, o’clock and tried to sit up in bed… whoops, wrong thing to do; I fell back in an amoebic-like heap and lay still letting the fan play across my sweating form until I finally fell asleep waking two hours later feeling fine +/-.

My head feels a little thick, okay, thicker than it normally feels! But I think (ouch that hurts) I’ll get through the day; especially as it is a day off.

Today, I attempt a god-like miracle. I will attempt the resurrection of my beloved little saucepan (see yesterday’s post). I haven’t got a fancy rock to roll away, and Mary Magdalene hasn’t stopped by, yet.

I so wanted smoke out of his ears, but couldn't find one

No, Bradley, I will not be calling you Celeste

Bradley Manning has, or at least, wants to be Celeste, the big question is, now that he has been imprisoned for 35 years, will the army let him?

You see, I was right again; the army judge didn’t award him the Medal of Honor which he justifiably deserved.

Obama really has his panties in a twist over these guys.

I bet he’s fuming over Snowden.

I so wanted smoke pouring out of his ears, but couldn’t find one. Google is really so slack.

Fish for lunch, baked, poached, fried, I haven’t decided… yet. Snap decision when I open the fridge. It’s times like these that I really miss my Lixo, he so loved the trimmings of the fish as I prepared it. Gone but not forgotten my little friend.

There has been a suggestion, that the use of nerve gas in Syria, was a deliberate attempt to escalate the situation to armed conflict, in effect a ‘false flag’ situation. These seem to be prevalent wherever America is involved, almost so prevalent as to be totally discarded as a coincidence. It really makes one wonder WTF is going on? And, personally, I find the answer scary!

Think of it like this…

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The dogs represent our traditional enemies and fears, whereas the cat represents our security… America.

I think that is a brilliant analogy… of course, I would, it’s mine!

Must blog along, much to do today, despite the woolly head.

Later.

 

 

A Nasty End

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I couldn’t even wait the 60 minutes

I missed again yesterday, please forgive me…

*grovels and kow tows before the keyboard*

It was a long day at work. I arrived home exhausted and on the verge of another dizzy lizzy. I took my pills, tried to watch the football without success. Twenty minutes into a lacklustre game I hit the hay.

Another sunny day, not hot, but pleasant. I haven’t been outside yet. I have made a half-hearted effort to do the dishes after my nap; then I had lunch, the kitchen doesn’t look like I did much. Leftovers again, yesterdays sweet ‘n’ sour pork.

insane3I have one lesson tonight, then it’s the weekend. I got over Humpday. So it’s down hill from here.

Then it’s the weekend, then it’s Monday and the cycle starts again.

Life is a matter of leaping from Monday to Humpday to the Weekend without spilling your coffee, and all the way back to depression.

I had a minor disaster on Tuesday, I decided to boil a chicken breast, and have cold sliced chicken sandwiches…

Guess what, you cannot blog and cook at the same time.

My best little saucepan, I tried to cremate it

A nasty end

It was a major FAIL, This week I haven’t been able to multi-task.

My best little saucepan, I tried to cremate it

There you have it. The chef can burn things. I blame it on the meds, not my fault.

I haven’t tried to do a ‘Jesus’ yet, he rose on the third day. Resurrection is tomorrow, although I don’t hold great hopes.

The chicken was doomed as well, a stray dog in the park had a good lunch. It wasn’t wasted.

I just heard on the news, Flamengo 0 – Cruzeiro 2, said the game was lacklustre, good thing I went to bed, stopped me from crying myself to sleep like an abandoned baby.

I haven’t really made a serious attempt to blog, so I should rattle my dags.

Later

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