Thursday, 11 June 2009

This is mine

Hello I am back. Somehow this blog makes me feel like I have had a productive day, (let's set the scene.I could go tidy up the bedroom before some one will think you have been robbed, or go to blog page and read comments, shake my head, nod my head, go tsk, tsk, a lot and laugh out loud a lot, while reading your blog posts. Least I wont get robbed, You can't even open the front door for rubbish. I just read a comment from my last post in which the lovely Joyce at http://octoberfarm.blogspot.com ( I hope) where she felt her blog "was mine"(er, hers) when commenting on the last piece of drivel I had written(thank you!). I wrote about my dinner in it for gawd sake! So to recap tonight:

Just had a big bowl of mashed potatoes. Do I count calories, hell no. That's next years resolution. Of course the girls in work constantly read the label of my cream cake I like to spoil my self with occasionally two or three times a week and say, "a moment on the lips, forever on the hips", while they crunch furiously on a celery stick.I know who I'd rather be, but I am obviously insanely jealous.


"Back to Joyce, woman!" I hear you cry. So she was talking about how her blog is hers and it is precious to her and I feel the same as I am sure you do. But if someone had of told me when I was fourteen I would be locked to my computer writing about myself!?! ( and that I had a boyfriend) I would laughed. But yet I have come to find it an essential tool, especially if you are living with a partner. A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets, (did you like that one, I got it from the movie Titanic) and nothing is mine anymore! Let me give you an example:

I love the idea of a herb kitchen. So I sorta got one. (Stuffed pots on a window sill and hoped for the best). I was amazed to find they thrived. (For me, this is a miracle. I might start up a new blog entitled Plant of the week, before it dies.) So I did some research on how to care for them, (not die) and found that some people swear by dirty fish water. Me being the lady that I am, thought aye aye, I get some pets as well. I will get a lovely big glass bowl, have one goldfish and use the water for my plants. (by the why in case your wondering, I don't eat the herbs, but I just didn't tell the big fella how we have monster jungle growing up the windows. Remember, a woman's heart............

This did not go to plan. I told the big fella, fatal mistake right there, because now we have a aquarium the size of sea world, with some fish you wouldn't know where it's tail ended and head began, and every time I open the lid, some of them jump out of the water! Christ on a bike! I can take pee being shot at me at all directions at nappy change, but these are weird slimy fish! No chance of getting water out of that baby. Also it makes the flat look like backstage at Woodstock with all the bloody temperature/ filters/ wiring, plugs and shark cages.

So what's the moral of this tale? I am keeping my blog in my deep ocean of secrets! Pirate bloggers unite! Arrah, harrah me hearties! Now how can we capture Johnny Depp to play Jack Sparrow?He can look after the fish. Oh God, I have got to tidy this place. I think it's all the humming from the sea world attraction making me go funny.

3 comments:

Alicia @ boylerpf said...

I always gat a good belly laugh reading your blog! Especially the scene of a jungle aquarium with all these cords and you trying to scoop out water for the plants...that you don't use! I agree about keeping a blog private. Unfortunately, my nosy mother figured out I had one and every now and then, will let me know that she's read it...argh!!

Rose said...

I love this! *laugh* mad fish for trying to escape!

I would hate it if any of my family or work colleagues found my blog - I would have to go cull. There are just some conversations I don't want to have - and some they don't want to have....

B said...

Your fish trying to scape really made me laugh!