Stuff ‘n Nonsense
Wow, have you seen this? None of my holiday vids can match it.
It’s really time to post again, despite the recent lack of creative inspiration on my part. I want to move on from the last post. Not because of the subject matter per se – I do feel really strongly about it which is why I was irked enough to post in the first place but because I usually avoid making observations that could be classed as political or militant. This is generally a politics and religion-free zone, as am I…
Now then, since we have been Dutchside, I have hardly ever taken a book out of the library although it has been known once or twice. Something I have been pondering recently is why there was nearly always a pubic hair secreted somewhere between the pages of practically every library book I ever borrowed – especially noticeable in the university library. Does that happen to you? It makes one wonder what people get up to when they’re dipping into a bit of literature.
Something else I have been mulling over is why StellaCat loves to lick the sweat from my skin when I come back from a run. My thoughts have turned running-wards recently probably because I haven’t actually been running for the last 6 weeks or so due to a boring old injury that decided to resurface. She likes the taste of the salt, I suppose – the cat, that is. That’s pretty disgusting, wouldn’t you say? Just have a sanitary drink of water out of your bowl, schtoopid. Mind you, Fourteen had an observation that topped my feline one in the gross-out stakes. She said that her drama teacher sweats semi-circles under his man-boobs!! Eee-uw – that’s wrong on so many levels.
Oh yes, I nearly forgot, bad mother that I am. Ten has officially left the building, folks. Eleven has moved in to replace him. Goodness me – you lose concentration for 5 minutes and suddenly your children have grown up and moved out. It is scary how quickly time races by these days. Where have my babies gone? Eleven is a little string bean – all sinewy and somehow lanky without being tall with, as my sister put it, these great long feet on the end of his legs. It’s true – he’s only two sizes smaller than me at 36. That’s his shoe size by the way, not my age.
Are You Receiving Me? 
Hello purplejake! I’d forgotten how much I enjoy your blog. I’d wanted to comment in your latest entry about the enormous French mushroom, principally because I’ll be blitzing into Paris later this month, but I decided to stop here instead because of your library book findings. My latest finding in that direction is that there is almost always a squashed booger in the novels I check out, which is beyond gross, but I can at least guess with some certainty what body part some people have been dipping into. 🙂
Hi there Katie, it’s nice to have you back!!
Other people’s discarded boogers are surely as gross as their pubes. Their origins are both as dubious as each other and I hate to think what people do whilst reading that leaves the subsequent reader dealing with their detritus.
Far more exciting than that, however, is the fact that I shall also be in Paris later this month, actually later this week, – from 7 – 11th October. No chance that we coincide, I suppose??!
We do – a little! I’ll be there Sunday. I just saw your reply here and wish I’d popped by earlier. Just replied on my blog too. I can’t describe how envious I feel about your proximity to France. The 13-hour flight is a MAJOR turn-off but I’ve been fantasizing about a trip to Europe for years. Are you there on business or pleasure?