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Real Life Popeye: Our use for 29 inch Biceps

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2577998/Real-life-Popeye-doesnt-eat-spinach-injects-potentially-lethal-cocktail-oil-ALCOHOL-grow-monster-arms.html

We do not reckon this fella has much use for his biceps being so large, apart from to have faces tattoo’d on them.  This will help him draw a little more attention to himself.  We have given him our own tattoo’s. 😉

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The Festival I NEED to go to: Burning Man, USA.

 

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With Spring fast approaching, it has got me all excited thinking about the up and coming festivals I have booked for this Summer.  Which got me thinking once again about a festival I have to attend in my life time.  I recently learnt about The Burning Man, Nevada, USA.  The cost currently appears to be in the region of $380 .  Obviously with the cost of flights of say approximately £600 I’m going to need to save for this for some time.  It is not the type of thing I can impulsively decide to attend.  So, what is it? A week long festival of music, and what can only be described as a truly hedonistic event.  It promises to offer art of all forms, you cannot buy anything apart from coffee and ice.  You can however trade.  You must bring things with you to trade and this is all part of the charm of this wonderful event. From what I have read pretty much everything goes on here.

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Once a year, tens of thousands of people gather in Nevada’s Black Rock Desert (also known as “the playa”) to create Black Rock City, a temporary metropolis dedicated to community, art, self-expression, and self-reliance. They depart one week later, having left no trace whatsoever.  This seems like the ultimate festival to me.  The thought of thrusting myself into a week event where money is not a factor and you can reconnect with your roots is the ultimate for me.

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From the research I have done, it is would seem that no matter how many pictures I put on here, or how I describe the event, there is just no way that anyone can get an true representation of what the festival truly is or what is actually is like.  the only way to do that, is to go.  I am just a little worried that once I have been to this festival that nothing else will ever compare.  Imagine going to the ultimate festival and not being able to beat it…..I reckon I would deal with it 😉

Have any of you been?  If you have I would love to hear about your experience.

http://www.burningman.com/

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Sorry you were out…..we’ve left your parcel….

I wont mention the name of the delivery company that is being rather creative with where they leave parcels as I really think most of the companies are the same.  Here is a list of the top places they like to leave the deliveries.  I have not plucked these from thin air, nor have I made them up, I have been told by friends and family, as well as what I have read myself on a certain social networking site….yes Facebook.  Here we go:

  • Dear sir/madam, sorry you were not in when we called, we have left your parcel…. under the door mat
  • Dear sir/madam, sorry you were not in when we called, we have left your parcel….in the playhouse (said playhouse was situation in the back garden, back garden only accessible by next door neighbours gate and after knocking down temporary fencing!)
  • Dear sir/madam, sorry you were not in when we called, we have left your parcel….under the bucket, next to your car
  • Dear sir/madam, sorry you were not in when we called, we have left your parcel….in the wheelie bin!
  • Dear sir/madam, sorry you were not in when we called, we have left your parcel…in the bin (turned out to be the recycling bin the day it was being collected!)
  • Dear sir/madam, sorry you were not in when we called, we have left your parcel…. they did nt leave a card this time, just threw it over the fence into the back garden, broke the dinner set and the washing line in the process!
  • Dear sir/madam, sorry you were not in when we called, we have left your parcel….in the garage.  Funny as this particular person does not have a garage and lives in a mid terrace
  • Dear sir/madam, sorry you were not in when we called, we have left your parcel….in the cat flap (wedged in, could nt get it out and the poor cat could nt get in or out either)

Keep up the  good work, you are amazing 😉

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My (not-so-funny) Valentine: Weekly Writing Challenge

My now ex-husband left the marital home three years ago, on Valentine’s day-anything for a bit of extra drama!  So it has always been a bit of a strange day for me, a celebration of finally becoming free, but a reaffirmation I was once again single!  Last year was the first Valentine’s day since the eventful departure/extraction of the ex where I actually felt able to date.  I had been chatting to a man online for a few weeks and when he asked me out on a date, nicely coinciding with the 14th February, I was very happy to accept.  I thought ‘Wow, this timing is perfect, it is surely meant to be!’  He seemed nice, always had plenty to talk about and from his pictures he looked attractive.

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So, Imagine my disappointment when the guy who turned up looked distinctly older than he did on his photographs.  He was also much shorter than his 6 foot 1 inches he had entered on his profile.  So glad I had decided not to wear heels that day.  I attempted to hide my disappointment and decided not to write him off just yet.  We had connected when chatting on line….kind off, and he seemed pleasant enough. He suggested we go for a drink before our meal.  As soon as we entered the bar we got our drinks and we went to sit down.  He led me over to a table and he sat in the single chair leaving me to sit on a bench type chair in the corner, not very polite may I say, and in addition, I do not like being shoved in a corner.  As soon as I sat down he then got up and sat next to me on the bench style chair.  As there was also a table in front of me I now felt rather uncomfortable-in fact worse than that, TRAPPED.  To break the ice and try to alleviate the awkwardness of the situation, I began began chatting about the messages we had sent and the conversations we had covered in those messages.  As hard as I tried, after twenty minutes or so the conversation began to run dry, I was really struggling to find anything to say to this man.  This is unusual for me as I can quite often fill any awkward silences with ease but this time I just could not think of any words.  It confirmed things when he returned from a trip to the toiler and exclaimed:

“Oh well you’ve not done a runner so that’s a bonus!”

By this point I was desperately trying to think of a viable excuse as to why I could not go for the meal with him.  I began saying I needed to get home shortly as I had loads of things to sort out before work the next day.   He proceeded to show me pictures of his family days out, a final picture of his mum with hot chocolate round her mouth and stuck to her teeth were pretty much the final straw for me.  Was this fella just some crazy man?! As I was about to make my excuses and go I received a text message.  ‘YES!’ I thought. ‘A get out clause, I can just tell him that there is some emergency and I really need to go.’  But no one could prepare me for this.  I could not believe it, it was from my date-YES THE ONE SAT NEXT TO ME! I looked at him, puzzled, and he showed no emotion on his face at all so I assumed it was an old message which had come through late.  But as I clicked the message open I could not believe my eyes.  The message read:

I am dying to kiss you right now

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I know we met online, but this man did realise that when you meet up in person you are supposed to be able to converse face to face right? That we are not still in cyberland…..did nt he? I looked at him again (more than likely with a look of horror on my face).  At this point I really could not think of anything I would rather not do. I did not fancy him at all, there was no connection, no spark and to be honest he actually was starting to freak me out!  I could not understand how he had read this situation so badly.  Surely the absence of my response and the look I gave him was enough for him to understand that this was no the way to approach a situation? APPARENTLY NOT!!!

Before I could do or say anything he lunged towards me, and I did only what I could have done in this desperate situation-I grabbed the scarf tied around my neck, and pulled it up over my face and said:

“NO, I REALLY DO NOT WANT TO!”

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My date looked wounded, like a child who’d been told off for stealing biscuits out of the biscuit tin.  He replied “Really?”.  Erm, let me take a minute this think about this………YES, REALLY! I had been hemmed into a corner, subjected to his family album and epic tedious stories about people, of whom I had no idea who they were, pictures of chocolate teeth, and to top it off a text message whilst he was sat next to me. This was embarrassing enough, but then to have to create a diversion so as to not have to kiss him was more than my nerves could take.  I felt as though I was on the verge of a panic attack. Overall I think anyone would probably agree this was not a great first date!  We sat there in silence for what felt like a life time in itself(probably about three seconds) and all I could think about what what I could say so he would let me get away.

“So……erm…..I’ve lots to do before work tomorrow, I am sorry but I need to leave.”

I managed in a slightly nervous squeaky voice.  With this I shoved my way out of the corner and practically ran through the door.  This was the last time I saw this man and the last time I engaged in online dating.

I’m pretty sure Valentine’s day for me is jinxed.

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Related Article:

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/02/10/writing-challenge-valentine/?blogsub=confirmed#blog_subscription-3

Chicken Walker

I really thought I had seen everything, that was until the other day as I was driving down a main road in the town where I live in the North of England a lady was walking a chicken down the road.  Yes you heard that right……walking a chicken!!!

It turns out though that this is not such a strange thing.  I decided to have a look into this and what I found out was fascinating.   Zhu Fushun, born in 1979 from China runs a chicken farm.  He feeds the chicken on herbs instead of grain and takes them for walks (hence why he was nicknamed ‘chicken walker’).  The chicken are reared in the open wild rather than enclosed chicken farms.  Zhu is now very successful and has featured in many Entrepreneur magazines.  A billionaire also offered him more money to grow his business.  Zhu declined his offer, advising what he needed was more sales channels, and these appear to be opening up to him.

Just shows, when you have a vision and you know what you want to do, how and when, stick to your guns!

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Dating Do’s

The following are my own observations and findings whilst being in the dating game.  I am sure there will be many people who will disagree with some of the points.  I have to be honest when I say I would have been one of those people when I began to date again.  However, over the last two years I began to see what worked and what did not work.

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Firstly I guess I should explain what I was looking for from a man.  If I was just looking for a man as in someone to start a relationship with and I was not bothered about their looks, their prospects, morals or anything else then you do not need to play the dating game.  All you need to do is find a man who is as desperate to settle down as you are.  It may work for a while and you will probably get some good times, but eventually it is likely to fall apart.  Not all the time, may I add.  Sometimes there is that freak couple you know that manages to stay together through all adversity.  But, generally, and in most cases, if you begin a relationship with someone for the wrong reasons then it is not likely to last the test of time.

When I first began dating again I did not know what I was looking for in a relationship.  I did not know what type of man I wanted, what qualities I was looking for-I just wanted a man-a replacement for the one I had just lost.  Let me point out that if this is the case with you now, it is OK to feel like this.  The reason you feel like this, no matter how much you want to disagree, is because you are not over your last relationship.  This is why it is very important that you actually date people.  Date as many people as you like whilst you begin to work out what is important to you.  As long as you are not leading people on then you are not doing anything wrong.

After I jumped straight into a relationship (and then pretty much straight back out again) with the first man that offered themselves I then started another relationship with a ‘fitty’.  A man who was a personal trainer that looked good from the outside, but had absolutely nothing going on in the inside.  His only topic of conversations were training at the gym and what he ate on a daily basis.  Needless to say, that relationship did not last very long either.  These two are just examples of how you begin to work out what is and is not important.

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These days, although looks matter to me, I do not seek high and low for the fittest man in the bar.  I am much more likely to be drawn towards someone with a great personality, someone who is considerate, that is an all round nice person, that can make me laugh.  I find at first that I do not even notice their clothes any more.  I would be lying if I said that I could date anyone as long as they could make me laugh, we nice to me etc, but that is not entirely true either.  There has to be a spark, but that spark can start from something other than looks.

It is important when dating for you to be the lady, and let him be the man.

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I am not the most feminine type, I do now and again venture to the pub with jeans and a t-shirt, trendy pumps and a bobble hat! It is not all about the clothes, it is not about wearing the shortest skirt or lowest top you can find.  It is about acting like a lady and doing lady things.  Let the man do their man things, one thing men love is to be needed. Don’t take advantage…..numerous requests every day are not going to go down well and he will eventually get fed up with you, no matter how much he liked you in the first place.

This one, I have realised is very important.  He needs to do the chasing.  If you chase him then there is no challenge, what is he working for? If he already has you then there is nothing for him to work towards and it is likely he will quickly lose interest.  which is what leads me to the next point before you get chance to ask…..

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If he is interested he will contact you. If a man likes you he will get in touch with you.  He will make the effort because the thought of anyone else getting in there first will eventually tear him apart.  There is nothing a man likes less than to see the woman he wants on the arm of another man.

Remember, there is no rule for contact. It may take a few days, week or two…however long it takes, he has still thought of you.  Give him chance to miss you.  This has happened on so many occasions with me.  I’ve even managed to turn relationships around.  I started off being the chaser with one man.  We dated a few times and he then lost interest, probably because I was no longer a challenge to him.  So when he stopped contacting me, as hard as it was for me to do so, I stopped contacting him too.  Out of the blue about three weeks later he sent me a message.  Instead of replying straight away I replied the next day.  I think the fact that he had to wait for a response ignited some interest again.  He now contacts me regularly asking if I fancy meeting up, but as it happens I’ve since met someone who interests me more, so at the moment I am generally very busy 😉

Never tell him you love him first.  By all means, show him you are interested and show affection, but do not smother him.  Let him become attached to you first.  It is important, as once a man makes that connection with you its difficult to break it.  He has got to that point on his own without being pressurised by you or anyone else.  That way he realises his own emotions and feelings therefore less likely to become complacent and bored.

These points are obviously not a guarantee to having a perfect relationship, but they are more my findings from dating, and believe me, in some circumstances I have found out the hard way!

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Good luck.  In case you are not convinced, check out this article 🙂 http://metro.co.uk/2013/12/17/6-reasons-its-better-to-be-single-than-in-a-relationship-at-christmas-4226154/

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Tallulah Tree Monster

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No one warned me that when I got two kittens that Christmas potentially would never be the same!  Since putting up the Christmas tree Tallulah Sparkles has done nothing but climb up the middle, batting out the baubles from behind so she can play football around the living room and kitchen floor.  Additionally, poor caramel santa (whom can be seen in this picture) has lost a leg!  Unfortunately he will remain a casualty forever more as not only did Tallulah rip poor santa’s leg off but also appears to have eaten it as there is no trace of it at all.  I will be genuinely surprised if there is anything left of what was our beautiful tree by Christmas day!

Luckily, Lily Twinkle is not quite as sadistic as Tallulah and is happy chilling out with Father Christmas and his helper 🙂

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