This blogger doesn't post here anymore.

Thoughtful words before the end
A wave goodbye to all my friends
This blogger won't be posting anymore

Happy thoughts, before bye-bye
Catch falling stars before they die
This blogger doesn't post here anymore,

This means nothing to you
To know just what to do
But this is not much new
When I feel so blue, but can't get through

It's over, it's over, it's over.

All my dreams, pie in the sky
Start a post, then wonder why
I can't be chasing rainbows evermore

My sun has set after all
On the beach, the world seems so small
And yes it's true, pride comes before a fall

It's over, it's over, it's over, this time for sure

It's my daughters birthday today, she will be 12 years old going on 21. Kids grow up so fast ( they don't really, it just seems that way, well ,it does to me?) and if you've got little kiddies try to treasure every single moment that you have with them, because one day you will wake up, and their childhood will be gone. Always remember, that insanity is hereditary. You get it from your kids.
Right then....---- Cake,
                            napkins, paper cups, straws, party hats, streamers, balloons, bread ( white thinly sliced) cheese, ham, sausage rolls, lemonade, orange juice ( the diluting type, and the fresh orange type) ice-cream, oh we'll need some chocolate for the chocolate fountain, and see if there's any strawberries, if not get grapes, and marshmallows, jelly babies, M&M's, jelly, trifle, kit-kats, a few packets of condoms ( well you can't be too careful now) some gummy bears ( just in case Antlady shows up, well she shows herself up quite a lot) pizza, chicken, sausages, some pies, a variety of pies, you better get some cottage cheese, beefburgers ( the good ones though, not the supermarkets own brand) mustard, brown sauce, tomato sauce, and while you're there, you better get some stuff in for the kids that are coming to the Birthday Party..... Go on then, get a move on. You don't expect me to get it, do you? Look the ferry never sailed yesterday, therefore the supermarkets shelves will be empty, well empty of all the stuff I want, bastards that they are, stealing my food. Ok better go and do my business, read the paper ( yesterdays news ) and have some brekkie. Cheers...

I dunno if I can be bothered doing a weblog posting today> I'll give it a few minutes, and maybe I'll get in the mood, or something will pop into my head to tell you. I'm farting away here like billy-o ( I dunno who/what/why/where billy-o is, I think my mother used to say "Billy-O" a lot, so maybe that's why I thought about billy-o?) We've got this fresh air wee machine thing, you gotta put drops of fragrance oils into it, and it makes the room smell nicer, or like a launderette, if you put the oils that came with it in. I stopped smoking a couple of years ago ( a wee note to Stevie-Boy, if I can do it, then so can you) and my sense of smell has been awakened from it's slumber, and I can smell everything, which granted, isn't always good, in fact it's mostly not good for me. A lot of smells give me headaches now. I still chew chewing gum ( sugar-free) and I did put on a few pounds, but what the heck, I wasn't enjoying the smoking, and having to smoke outside all the time, would have killed me.
It's pishing with rain here, well it was the last time that I looked, and the dog ( technically she's a bitch) looked out the back door, as I held it open for her to go out, then looked at me, with a look that could've said " Would you pee & shit in that weather? No? Well neither will I then" and trotted off back to her bed. Dogs, eh? You can't lead them to water, but you can't live without them to drink either.