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Back to work again...
I know, I know, I only have myself to
blame, but getting back behind my desk again after taking a week off is
really, really a lot tougher than I was expecting it to be.
I just feel so, well, unenthusiastic
I guess, and I can't help thinking that this time yesterday I was still
in Paris !!!!
It always strikes me as odd that one
day your in one country and then the next your in another... weird.
This trip was especially so, as the
first part of the week we were in Holland and then to get to Paris we had
to drive through Belgium... so I visited three countries on one day !!!!
Sadly, I have to report that my impressions of Paris are not good. The
natives, Parisiennes, are to put it mildly, F**KING rude and arrogant.
Paris, in parts, is quite pretty, but
marred totally by tons of graffiti which adorns almost every spare wall,
bridge, train... everything and piles of dog shit everywhere too !!! UGLY,
UGLY, UGLY.
Even the Eiffel Tower was a bit of a
disappointment too, it's a dull brown colour and sadly unimpressive.
But I can now cross it off my list of
places I need to see.
Been there, done that, and I didn't
buy the t-shirt....
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Man in the beans
This is bizarre - after you find the guy - it's just
so obvious.
Once you find him - your embarrassed, and you think,
"why didn't I see him immediately"?
Doctors have concluded that if you find the man in
the coffee beans in 3 seconds, your right half of your brain is better
developed than most people.
If you find the man between 3 seconds and 1 minute, your right half of
the brain is developed normally.
If you find the man between 1 minute and 3 minutes,
then the right half of your brain is functioning slowly and you need to
eat more protein.
If you have not found the man after 3 minutes, the
advice is to look for more of this type of exercise to make that part of
the brain stronger, and yes, the man is really there!
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TGIF !!!
It's been a funny old week one way or
another.
Work is totally crazy at the moment,
busy would be a slight understatement.
Most of it boils down to doing the one
thing that I loath most about the job.... the paper work !!!! BLEEEGH = P
Another bug-bear this week has been
with daughter #2.
I'm discovering bit-by-bit that she's
really, really lazy.
Last year she flunked her exams BIG
time after swearing to us that she was working hard and revising like it
was going out of fashion.
When she started college, she seemed
to have bucked her old attitude and really seemed to be doing well.
She was outwardly very keen. Loved making
new friends and loved going to college.
Well, it seems that 'seemed''
was the right word.
Her first parents evening before Christmas
was disappointing, full of comments like "Well, she's not a bad girl,
but she could work a bit harder".
Peppered with comments about missing
or incomplete homework and late assignments didn't help either.
Kicking her arse once again, she seemed
to perk up again.
She vowed to work hard and show us that
she's changed.
Her first exam, statistics, was the
first week of February.
We downloaded loads of previous exam
papers for her to practise on.
Gave her loads of encouragement. Supported
and helped her with her revision.
And yesterday she got the result.
UNGRADED !!!
Yup, that's right, a big fat 'U'
!!!
So, we're right back to square one.
She says she went into the exam confident
and more prepared then she has ever done.
And through tears and blubbering, tears
that now seem like crocodile tears to me, we're again knuckling her down
to some 'real' work.
It's a constant rollercoaster of peaks
and troughs, good and bad... never ending.
She wants to got to University, but
how can we be sure that once she's there she's ACTUALLY working and attending
lectures ???
There's a whole heap of other stuff
that precedes the above, but it's way too much to recap here.
I'm on my own with her this evening
so it'll be time for a chat I think.
Oh well, as they say...
"Kids. Who'd have 'em?"
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ISLE of WIGHT FESTIVAL !!!!
Just booked tickets for this years Isle
of Wight festival.
WOW, what a great line up...
FRIDAY 9th
The Prodigy, Placebo, Goldfrapp, The
Rakes, Morning Runner.
SATURDAY 10th
Foo Fighters, Primal Scream, Editors,
Dirty Pretty Things, The Kooks, The Upper Room, 747's.
SUNDAY 11th
Coldplay, Richard Ashcroft, Lou Reed,
Maximo Park, Kubb.
Any other 20sixers going?
See you all there !!!!
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Out and about...
Spotted this in the window of an 'adult'
shop in Leeds the other weekend.
Obviously catering for their more deviant
customers !!!!
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Whatever happened to religious tolerance?
So, have you seen the offending pictures?
These cartoons that have so offended
the whole Islamic kingdom.
I can't see what the problem is personally.
A few simple cartoons, just a handful of line drawings, which to me seem
harmless and totally inoffensive.
, they're not even funny for goodness
sake.
So why are they so inflammatory?
What is it about them that causes Moslems
so much grief?
I'm baffled by the whole thing.
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The art of tact !!
Six Irishmen were playing poker in O'Leary's
apartment when Paddy Murphy loses $500 on a single hand, clutches his chest
and drops dead at the table.
Showing respect for their fallen brother, the other five continue playing poker standing up.
Michael O'Conner looks around the table and asks, "Oh, me boys, someone's
got to tell Paddy's wife. Who will it be?"
They draw straws to decide the dreadful task.
Paul Gallagher picks the shortest one.
They all tell him to be discreet, be gentle, and don't make a bad situation any worse.
"Discreet???" questions Gallagher.
"I'm the most discreet Irishmen you'll ever meet. Discretion is me middle name. Leave it to me."
Gallagher goes over to Murphy's house and knocks on the door.
Mrs. Murphy answers and asks what he wants.
Gallagher declares: "Your husband just lost $500 playing poker and is afraid to come home."
"Tell him to drop dead!", says Murphy's wife.
"I'll just go tell him," says Gallagher.
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