Why oh why don't the pegs I have stay on the washing line when I take the dry clothes off??? It's not a complex operation. I mean I can understand printers, faxes and even mobile phones refusing to comply with my naive requests but a peg? I mean it's only two bits of plastic and a small spring. How can a cheap and simple tool go so badly wrong?
I suspect, sometimes, that actually they're not inanimate objects at all. I suspect that these innocent looking everyday objects are really demons in disguise, sent up here to make my life a little bit worse on a tiny scale. I suspect hell knows that after years of being gently prodded away at, one day I will snap and impale the cats through the eyes with the damned pegs (this is probably an exaggeration). One day I may go into town, buy a power tool and nailgun my wet laundry to the washing line.
However, until that day I will simply comfort myself that if nothing else, all the bending down to pick up pinged off pegs is at least a form of exercise. Heaven forbid I should attempt anything more vigorous!
Saturday 1 October 2011
Wednesday 7 September 2011
Too Much Ice Cream
So...everyone seems to be at this blogging malarky and as I'm a gal who has a lot to say about everything, it seemed appropriate for me to have a go. The problem is, I have no idea what to write about, so let's start with a bit about who I am and see where it ends up.
I'm 41. Not that my age is an issue, not for me at least, but it allows my readers (God, I'm optimistic!) to form a picture. I have a weight issue. Mostly because there's too much of it. I've been in two long term relationships, one of which was a marriage, and now I'm very happily engaged once more, something I never thought would happen. I don't have any children of my own but have two wonderful step sons to be. Oh and two cats. I'm a full time Trade Union Representative and I have three disabilities.
None of the above is remotely interesting and really does nothing to describe who I am. I do find however, that most people want to know this sort of thing, in preference to what my lifelong ambitions are, or what my emotional state is.
So why is this blog called Too Much Ice Cream? Simple, I've just eated an entire tub of Hagaan Daaz Beligian Chocolate Ice Cream and now I feel slightly sick. Ok perhaps a tad more that slightly. Do I regret it? No, I loved every minute of it!
I'm 41. Not that my age is an issue, not for me at least, but it allows my readers (God, I'm optimistic!) to form a picture. I have a weight issue. Mostly because there's too much of it. I've been in two long term relationships, one of which was a marriage, and now I'm very happily engaged once more, something I never thought would happen. I don't have any children of my own but have two wonderful step sons to be. Oh and two cats. I'm a full time Trade Union Representative and I have three disabilities.
None of the above is remotely interesting and really does nothing to describe who I am. I do find however, that most people want to know this sort of thing, in preference to what my lifelong ambitions are, or what my emotional state is.
So why is this blog called Too Much Ice Cream? Simple, I've just eated an entire tub of Hagaan Daaz Beligian Chocolate Ice Cream and now I feel slightly sick. Ok perhaps a tad more that slightly. Do I regret it? No, I loved every minute of it!
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