Toilet paper from the bottom


Although I prefer the roll to unroll from the top, when Sharon mentioned “from the bottom” and “cats” in her post, I remembered our clever little kitty.

She came to us from the SPCA via my daughter, and had the LOUDEST PURR you can imagine (I wanted her to be named Harley).  Both daughter and I had places to go each day, so Hayley had to learn to use a litter tray. As we were flatting, the litter tray was kept in the bathroom cum shower cum laundry.

Hayley sometimes opened the door and would watch me on the loo, even putting her paws on the seat and peering down into the bowl! (I can laugh now…)

Daughter occasionally forgot about clearing the tray each day. I came home to the flat one day to use the ‘facilities’ and nearly gagged on the tray’s odour.

Then discovered that, beside the loo, there was a pile of toilet paper (as Sharon mentions).

On picking it up to drop into the waste bin, I realised Hayley had in fact pulled down a pile, dropped her own pile, then pulled down another pile to cover her doings. Clever wee kitty! Needless to say, it was all flushed away.

I’ve sometimes wondered why we didn’t smooch her into doing it all the time…who knows, she may have learned to actually perch on the seat for her daily doings. What a time saver that would have been, and So much more healthy.


A memory recalled by Sharon Hughson’s blog post Epiphany on the TP Roll
Click over and have a read.

 

 

Here is Me, in eN Zee, from A to Zee


Action movies – especially those featuring Vin Diesel and/or Jason Statham,

Bodhrán (pronounced as bow[i]-rahn) – the goatskin drum – learning how to play it;

Camping – wish I could do it as I did as a child – ground cover, blanket, fly sheet, Thermette, and tough it out

Dogs – I love them. Share-milker Dad had one – Pat; I had a black Labrador, Morfyn[ii]; a golden-haired Spaniel, Mischief; and a Basenji[iii], Hundido[iv] Mambaso[v], “Toffee”; the minded another, Pharaoh. I’d have another Basenji at a shot!

Elegant dress – I don’t, though I’d like to; but it’s not always practical, and I don’t go to many places where it’d be worth getting dolled up

Family – one hubby, and three off-spring (plus one unofficial)

Gardening – if it don’t thrive, pull it out

Heights – used to be able to get up on a roof, no worries; now, no more than two steps up a ladder and I’m anxious

Irish – ancestry, St Paddy’s day, genealogy, The Pogues, Chris Rea, U2, The Dubliners et al

Junk shops – “you never know what you’re gonna get”

Kids – love teaching them old-school skills and how to learn, and study

Library – mine – cartons and cartons of fiction, non-fiction, poetry, reference book, et al

Mum and Dad (R.I.P) – they made me who I am today – grateful

Numeracy – a word I hate; it’s a more politically correct version of Arithmetic, so why not call it that? Arithmetic is Not mathematics – it’s a branch or base-line For mathematics

Orchids – love them, and love hubby for creating an all-weather shelter for the collection.

Prawn Pizzas – Love them

Quiz shows on tele – The Chase, Who Wants to be a Millionaire – great fun trying to beat the contestants

Rock – when I want to write lots of words, good rock gets me pumping – AC/DC, Rolling Stones, Metallica, The Pogues, Guns ‘n’ Roses, Queen…

Steeples – always want to climb to the top – with a camera (refer H)

Tin whistle – played recorder in primary school, and learning to play this now.

Umbrellas – I love watching people in Wellington struggle with umbrellas which have blown inside out in a gale

Violin – started to learn but quit (couldn’t read music); wish I’d persevered

Work history – fifty-five full and part-time jobs, paid and gratis

X-Rays – for foot (fracture of the styloid process of the left fifth metatarsal), spine (metastatic melanoma in the T6 vertebra, hip – (total hip replacement, botched and redone)

Youth – I feel I’m only twenty-nine on a good day

Zatch – greatest dictionary find when I was eleven – no, I’m not defining it here; and I shouldn’t have in the classroom either – apparently


Post concept borrowed, with permission, from KiwiChickxx


[i]  As in a ship’s bow
[ii]  Means ‘black hair’, via Tolkien’s elvish dictionary
[iii]  Bred from hunting dogs from Zaire
[iv]  His Kennel name – Esperanto, means little dog, I believe
[v]  Swahili for fighting axe

Brain Haiku – too late for competition, dammit


Too late to enter, I read the brief for a haiku competition, to be written about the brain. Sat and threw together more than the required one or two, went to the Submissions page, decided before proceeding to read the “rules”, and found it had closed on the 14th (give or take a few).

SO annoyed. Why had the page not been updated? The “rules” were buried behind a link at the foot of the page – you know, down there below the guts of it, where hardly anyone ever looks.

Anyway, not wanting to waste all that hard work (nah, quick and dirty, really) … here they are.

Skull
The problem with society today is … nobody drinks from the skulls of their enemies anymore. (source unknown)

Memory and links,
internal data storage –
my real computer.        *

Synapses firing –
data stored in my brain,
secure in my skull.

 

Knowledge turns into
information – bits, bytes in
read-write memory.     *

 

From deep in my brain
unrequested memories
enter my day dreams.

Creativity:
imagination freed from
external constraints.     *

In my skull, my brain’s
internal data storage –
read-write memory.

Reading memory –
information data lines
recall stored data        *


The asterisk? These haiku wouldn’t have made any progress through the competition. You can tell me why, yeh?

 

Why stop at sixty? Why not one hundred twenty?


Twenty-Five Seven ?   Good news — another hour has just been added to every 24-hour day (don’t ask us how. We have powers). How do you use those extra sixty minutes?http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/twenty-five-seven/

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Sixty minutes, huh? Well, b’jasus, why stop there? Why not one-twenty – then I could really get stuff done…

Two Bodhran practice session, half an hour each. I just bought one, and have, at You Tube, subscribed to every set of Bodhran lessons there are. Determined to be able to drum it up on St Paddy’s Day.

Then there’s the Tin Whistle – bought that too, a while back. Again, subscribed to every set of Tin Whistle teachers on You Tube. What holds me back is – I cannot for th’ loif of me read the music. And having had to learn the recorder at primary skoowel doesn’t help at all, at all. Now play a tune for me, give me a day or two, and I’ll have it down pat.

(No, I didn’t say ‘I’ll have it down, Pat’!)

So dere’s anudder t’irty minutes left? Dat’s easy.
Guinness Yoga. Ye meditate for as long as it takes for th’ chill to leave th’ pint glass or th’ head to go, whichever’s first. Then meditate peaceful-like between each sup, until yer own head goes, if yez know what I mean.

 

Who Needs a Dictionary? One Day, I Did!


Embarrassment Delayed, Thank Heavens…

Response to the Dictionary, Smictionary Daily Prompt at …
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/dictionary-shmictionary/

I’d always been a bit of a jokester (thanks, Dad), and meeting a fellow student at Teachers’ College who also appreciated the double entendre, and not only she, but meeting her in an English course taught by Pat, a drily ironic punster, that first year was a hoot.
Other students would wait for some wise-crack or other. Of special entertainment were the occasions when the three of us, in the midst of a lecture/discussion, would follow a tangent and chase every terrible pun we could fit into a chain of one-liners.

Because of this habit, I got away with an enormous GOTWK (goofup of the worst kind) simply because other students (another paper in the course) who knew me thought I’d made one of my usual bad puns. And it was bad, as I had not at that stage read every word in the dictionary*.
The discussion of the moment was aimed at making us rethink our motivation for wanting to be a teacher.
“What would you have chosen if not teaching?” was the topic.One girl stated she had thought of taking up penal psychology.

“I didn’t know you could study psychology about penises?!” I said, and thinking back, lord alone knows why.

Mass crack-up at my “joke” that wasn’t throughout the room (I Really Did think that was what she meant and Was Genuinely Surprised at her choice), and the would-be penal psychologist turned beet red, and shot me a filthy look.

Hours later, back at my flat, I realized she had Not meant “penile psychology”! Oh the shame! I kept my head down in every lecture the next day, and still snigger at myself for being so D-U-M-B!!!

* …still haven’t. Goof-ups continue, though thankfully more rarely these days

Ten Minutes Writing – DP Prompt Ready, Set, Done!


http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/ready-set-done-4/

Ten minutes writing, huh? Okay, first decide which app to write with -Pages or Notes. Settle on Notes as it’s easier and quicker to get going.
Then find and download a timer from the iStore. Looking for something simple, not an interval gym training timer, not a lap timer, just a plain old timer. Aha! Found one! Two buttons – Start and Pause. That’ll do. Install and don’t worry that it’s not received enough reviews for the average rating to be shown.
Start it.
Start Notes.
Oh shut. Decide what to write about – got that in the wrong order, right?
And oh dear, I don’t even know if the timer is visual only or will “beep” at me when time’s up. So I’ll just keep writing about writing non stop for ten minutes. And if I find I go over the ten minutes – what then? Post this as a Post to the Challenge of the 9th?
Then Uninstall the timer I chose and look for another which Does beep at me?
Writing to a set time burst is similar to the challenges set by WriMos to other WriMos, so having a decent timer would be handy for next month, yeh?
Sorry, cannot stop myself from stopping to take a peek at that timer. Back in a tick-tock.
One minute thirty six seconds to go. I’ll add on four seconds for the time it took to go check. Still don’t know if it’s going to beep at me.
Maybe it’ll just turn from counting down to counting up? Then how will I know where I was up to on the ten minute mark? This is getting fiddly and frustrating. But still fun. So I shall continue.
No.
Back in a tick-tock…

Oh, sad… Got there with a second to go, and by the time I opened it, it had stopped. no Beep at all!

Screensavers and Facebook – working to overcome writer’s block


Overcoming Writer’s Block

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Loving Deadlines

 

 

Screensavers and Facebook.

Believe it or not, they go together quite nicely, do Facebook and your screensaver.

 

We read down our Facebook page to see what our friends have Shared, and we click to see it at a larger size, and read the comments made back at its original home. Maybe we even Share it to another friend’s page

 

 

And if we like it, we right-mouse click and Save Image. Maybe we even keep all of them in a folder.

 

 

Well, I have been trawling all my Facebook friends’ pages and using Save Image 390363_188861601212562_1356699119_n
on every pic I like.

I save them into a particular file folder.
And now I’ve changed my computer’s screensaver to Photos from that particular file folder only,
and set it to change the pictures slowly (as some have a lot of reading to be done to get the best of the message).

If I’m sitting at the computer feeling glum, I can leave it to show me all the happy thoughts and motivators,
things to make me smile or even laugh out loud.

 

 

And on a good day suddenly I’ll be back into the mood to fire up the muse and get back to the writing.

 

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