tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72712190579974249592024-03-07T09:35:47.902+02:00Cathy's Resurrection CornerA street corner you may want to travel to some time to think about feelings or talk about thoughts .A place to laugh, cry and write in the sky.cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00075735967153709260noreply@blogger.comBlogger137125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271219057997424959.post-16270867129392342632010-10-06T10:24:00.000+02:002010-10-06T10:24:42.208+02:00My Littlest Petshop Meets World of Warcraft<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody></tbody></table><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"><tbody></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">… Yes, quite. Get me one too please.</span></i></div>cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00075735967153709260noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271219057997424959.post-15089104833128176192010-05-14T23:08:00.001+03:002010-05-14T23:20:41.344+03:00Blogging Without Makeup Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="color: #351c75; text-align: center;"><i>According to<a href="http://thebloggess.com/"> </a></i><b><a href="http://thebloggess.com/">THE BLOGGESS</a></b><i> who is following the lead of<b><a href="http://mummy-mayhem.blogspot.com/2010/05/bloggers-without-makeup.html"> JODIE</a></b> we are supposed to be blogging without makeup today and as I haven't posted since Easter I thought why the hell not. But first let me introduce you to some of the family... </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="color: #351c75;">As an added bonus I am also blogging without a hairbrush just to show you all how brave I am.</i></div>cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00075735967153709260noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271219057997424959.post-4662032172643638342010-04-07T10:54:00.001+02:002010-04-07T10:56:15.540+02:00Too Irate to Celebrate.<div style="color: blue;"><i>I wasn’t expecting Easter to be a happy occasion this year but I thought that we would at least get to eat a nice meal. How wrong can you be?</i></div><div style="color: blue;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="color: blue;"><i>I suggested to my husband that it might be a good idea if he helped his 89 year old father to barbecue the meat but he was not impressed with the idea. He did however manage to check on his father’s progress from time to time and tell him what he was doing wrong before wandering off for another cigarette and a sip of iced coffee.</i></div><div style="color: blue;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="color: blue;"><i>I busied myself in the kitchen seasoning meat and preparing salads and muttering under my breath about turnip headed trouts. In retrospect I should have paid more attention to what I was doing.</i></div><div style="color: blue;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="color: blue;"><i>It took granddad over two hours to get the barbecue cleaned and lit so time was getting on and tummies were rumbling by the time the lamb chops, pork chops and sausages were cooked I had a plate of golden chips ready and the salads just needed dressing. </i></div><div style="color: blue;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="color: blue;"><i>The best part of any BBQ for me is that first bit of meat snaffled off the grill but this was not the case on Sunday. As I happily chomped on succulent looking lamb chop my anticipation of gastronomic bliss plummeted from a precipice of panic as I realized that the chop was as salty as the dead sea. Drastic action was needed so I grabbed a bowl filled it with warm water and as I washed the chops granddad tossed them back on the grill for a quick sizzle. We carried the doctored dinner into the kitchen and were met by thick smoke bellowing from the fryer. In all the excitement I had forgotten about the last lot of chips (though they now resembled charcoal bricks) and we arrived on the scene just in time to prevent a fire. </i></div><div style="color: blue;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="color: blue;"><i>We sat down to a meal of slightly less salty meat and cold chips then I remembered the salad dressing. I quickly threw salt oil and lemon into the mix and poured it on the salad before realizing that I hadn’t added pepper. Grabbing the pepper pot I turned it upside down over the salad and the lid fell off emptying the entire contents into the bowl. Once I had removed the salad with most of the pepper and tossed the rest we sat down in the smoky kitchen to a meal that was more eye watering than mouth watering and I couldn’t help wondering if my mum in law was having a ghostly chuckle about the mess we were making now that she isn’t here to shout and chivvy</i></div>cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00075735967153709260noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271219057997424959.post-794216987891619152010-03-20T15:50:00.008+02:002010-03-21T11:30:31.120+02:00Getting back into the swing of things.<meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CCathy%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><style>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i>He hadn’t understood why she was so upset.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i>After twenty years of marriage he said</i><br />
<i>their sex life was getting stale.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i>Lots of couples did it.</i><br />
<i>Swinging was the thing he’d said.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i>She smiled contentedly</i><br />
<i>as his body swung in the tree.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i>Swinging wasn’t her cup of tea</i><br />
<i>but it was just what he deserved.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<br /></p> <p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>He's the perfect gentleman, at his lady’s elbow, kind and solicitous, smiling for the crowd.
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<br /></p><p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal">Back home, hanging his suit in the wardrobe, he tucks his caring persona in his pocket scowling at his family.
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<br /></p><p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal">She returns to her divorce plans.</p> cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00075735967153709260noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271219057997424959.post-57073266104624939742010-01-06T02:09:00.006+02:002010-01-13T06:21:37.603+02:00Death of a Day.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9FyT7ar7-yT-6ajp2ykB2j6cOBGMygY2qNLIf2i07HJ3yqfjUdqAwTExQglVdhaIgkOYsP979CZ3cJKo9j0-_vVaCVgmWHumYUTPUS_7jp7TCOTEIDBKe6RrYp0RHimJaluH049DrqH0/s1600-h/nov+full+moon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9FyT7ar7-yT-6ajp2ykB2j6cOBGMygY2qNLIf2i07HJ3yqfjUdqAwTExQglVdhaIgkOYsP979CZ3cJKo9j0-_vVaCVgmWHumYUTPUS_7jp7TCOTEIDBKe6RrYp0RHimJaluH049DrqH0/s320/nov+full+moon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423413320023815538" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">I refuse to justify the waning of the day</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">No matter that the sunset is a glorious blaze</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">It is the death of daylight.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">Spilling its lifeblood into the sky.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">No matter that the stars are bright.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">They shed precious little light.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">To illuminate the black of night.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">I cannot accept this death of daytime.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">The moon, a melancholy globe,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">Does nothing to assuage.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">I’ll mourn ‘til morn.</span><br /><br /><br />.<br /><br /><br />ELEVTHERIA POTAMOUSIS<br />1933 - 2010<br />RIP<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00075735967153709260noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271219057997424959.post-29759088369618481402009-10-12T05:49:00.003+02:002009-11-04T00:17:04.307+02:00Invisible 55<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">She planned her escape, reflecting on fourteen years of marriage.<br />If she had been the whore he claimed, she would have screwed all his friends and told them what a dickless wonder he was. The problem wasn’t that she wasn’t a lady, it was that she hadn’t married a gentleman. Time to find a solution.</span>cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00075735967153709260noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271219057997424959.post-83344570267234242202009-09-13T21:29:00.003+02:002009-11-04T00:19:38.202+02:00The Final Countdown<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CCathy%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">Tired flesh sagging on aged bones.</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">A frightened face confused and worn.</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p>
<br /></o:p></p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">The patient speaks,</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">“I feel so weak.”</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">I reply,</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">“You have to eat!”</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p>
<br /></o:p></p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">The medical bills have all been paid.</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">There is no cure, you feel betrayed.</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p>
<br /></o:p></p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">The patient speaks,</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">“I feel so weak.</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">I reply,</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">“You have to eat!”</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p>
<br /></o:p></p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">No more drugs, no more hope.</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">No one tells you how to cope.</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p>
<br /></o:p></p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">The patient speaks,</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">“I feel so weak.”</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">I reply,</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">“You have to eat!”</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p>
<br /></o:p></p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">You make plans for when you’re stronger.</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">I ask the doctor “How much longer?”</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p>
<br /></o:p></p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">The patient speaks,</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">“I feel so weak.”</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">I reply,</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">“You have to eat!”</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p>
<br /></o:p></p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">You’re still hoping for a future.</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">I pray you won’t have to suffer.</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p>
<br /></o:p></p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">The patient speaks,</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">“I feel so weak.”</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">I reply,</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">“You have to eat!”</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p>
<br /></o:p></p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">I wonder if when you die.</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">I’ll have the strength left to cry.</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p>
<br /></o:p></p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">The patient speaks,</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">“I feel so weak.”</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">I reply,</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">“You have to eat!”</p><p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">
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<br /></p><p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">I apologise to my friends for my apparent lack of interest.</p><p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">Life and imminent death are keeping me busy.
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00075735967153709260noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271219057997424959.post-89289001149412598722009-05-15T21:46:00.002+03:002009-05-15T21:53:32.542+03:00Short and Sweet<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Unexpected</span></strong></em></div><em><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong></em><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD1E7ONxUq67EOIIXC-yP70mKIowJ9lJbOC9mFmj1q8ovUzKFBBgUocipWzVHww_R3NArf4egmZ95I57f9_dwUwhwClG7-jjO1BOivBZCaGCpK-tfYSx9jIWsBH6EMNWE2EUzDPzvG7jM/s1600-h/Dueling+SOSP.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336124989321703922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD1E7ONxUq67EOIIXC-yP70mKIowJ9lJbOC9mFmj1q8ovUzKFBBgUocipWzVHww_R3NArf4egmZ95I57f9_dwUwhwClG7-jjO1BOivBZCaGCpK-tfYSx9jIWsBH6EMNWE2EUzDPzvG7jM/s400/Dueling+SOSP.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#006600;">Surprised into joy,</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#006600;">By birdsong in the city,</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#006600;">I think of you,</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#006600;">And smile</span></em>.</div>cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00075735967153709260noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271219057997424959.post-78597169673030952912009-04-08T21:22:00.007+02:002009-04-10T13:41:42.231+02:00The Second Coming of Cathy<span style="color:#006600;"><em>I have been missing, if not missed, from blogdom. There are many reasons mostly to do with having too much to do and not having the energy to do it. However, as I decided when I started this blog, I am not going to let life's myriad problems suck the joy out of me ever again. Those of you who have read my poetry stop laughing please.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><em>I have a new hobby. I am learning to paint and whilst I don't expect my efforts to be hanging in any galleries next to The Masters I am enjoying it .I've posted a couple of my daubs, they are both unfinished but knowing that you are kindly souls I thought it worth risking your ridicule just to let you see how easy it is. I've only had 3 lessons so I hope to be able to improve on my current efforts.</em></span><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">PEPPERS</span></strong></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBDh02yZUiAXpM8JGmvnBObjsfB9746Ben3ljKeE9EApbTpaYKwaWwo9K6KbUGByCRgpzOIcpSuOLKZeHjS2hbQJZE8m3dlMxeiDE24PihYq7J4QTuP1xayfIuA4UhK_ux8hBP-ffgZfQ/s1600-h/painting+3.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322420215317193442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 373px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBDh02yZUiAXpM8JGmvnBObjsfB9746Ben3ljKeE9EApbTpaYKwaWwo9K6KbUGByCRgpzOIcpSuOLKZeHjS2hbQJZE8m3dlMxeiDE24PihYq7J4QTuP1xayfIuA4UhK_ux8hBP-ffgZfQ/s400/painting+3.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#003300;">GREEN TEA</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhis-qLeVl3dD3JYtFzwUP2XVzUxFCOlDmhjwyHcNabp23DTcjyQQoX0_82XszsNH8-hfgAVIReXXJKAVpy662UYit8tWa3brHzznDQQvnAFlccDfKhdm76lor67Ultkg9MasKAv1RCa9M/s1600-h/painting+2.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322416735663485026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhis-qLeVl3dD3JYtFzwUP2XVzUxFCOlDmhjwyHcNabp23DTcjyQQoX0_82XszsNH8-hfgAVIReXXJKAVpy662UYit8tWa3brHzznDQQvnAFlccDfKhdm76lor67Ultkg9MasKAv1RCa9M/s400/painting+2.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqLjra7iYybJ9enSq1d4GhB6NgqkcwjqdWHYYGXfxdoG2AVKnPVOF9gYIh7HCrEJuBKY0gGPuKdpGn8xq9JuUqSGc0Ux_AQqVDl-AQx71Ebq0kYxdfGJBHqkkQHmUMOd8OrKP4CRF00A4/s1600-h/painting+1.bmp"></a></div></div>cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00075735967153709260noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271219057997424959.post-12396782900240917372009-01-15T14:11:00.004+02:002009-01-16T00:23:46.288+02:00Prisoner of Pain<div align="center"><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><em>The future’s looking far too bright<br />Frozen in its intense light<br />There’s far too much to gain<br />You’re a prisoner of pain.<br /><br />You hang on to what you know<br />Just maintain the status quo<br />And it may sound insane<br />But you’re a prisoner of pain<br /><br />Circumstantial incarceration.<br />Is your excuse for avoiding action.<br />There are things you have to do<br />You know “They all depend on you”<br />And it’s a crying shame<br />But you’re a prisoner of pain<br /><br />A bird in a not so gilded cage<br />Smiling to suppress your rage<br />You want to make the change<br />But you’re a prisoner of pain<br /><br />Shackled by your fear<br />You’ve shed so many tears<br />And there’s no one left to blame<br />But you’re a prisoner of pain<br /><br />I could offer you some good advice<br />I could tell you how to live your life<br />But I can’t escape my chains<br />And I’m a prisoner of pain</em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">.</span></em></div><p><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">This poem was inspired by a comment </span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">made on <a href="http://byflutter.com/?p=788">Flutter's</a> blog by <a href="http://www.kristalynknott.blogspot.com/">Krista</a>.</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">"Why does pain feel safe?"</span></em></p><p align="center"> </p><div align="center"></div>cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00075735967153709260noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271219057997424959.post-1873685143291317362009-01-11T00:18:00.007+02:002009-01-11T01:07:51.561+02:00Recipe of the Day 2<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEH8K9LBLmp2Ly0wh_zGlYRrd3otBR-P8FWBC3Yni1SdSvX1FnNdRbgYC-vssWv1znOu_HmpCB7L3kzJUXMrK5r6mPFy0Kf-HmM5s3XkSkqlhsRTgvbvCOchyjMUSudCSZTIMGRYeSHyg/s1600-h/oatmealcookies.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289798839185517330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEH8K9LBLmp2Ly0wh_zGlYRrd3otBR-P8FWBC3Yni1SdSvX1FnNdRbgYC-vssWv1znOu_HmpCB7L3kzJUXMrK5r6mPFy0Kf-HmM5s3XkSkqlhsRTgvbvCOchyjMUSudCSZTIMGRYeSHyg/s320/oatmealcookies.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#660000;"><em>Lazy Bitch's Oatmeal Cookies</em> </span></span></div><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><br /></span><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">Before I begin I would just like to point out that it has been well over a year since</span></em><br /><br /><p><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em><a href="http://litcor.blogspot.com/2007/01/recipe-of-day.html"><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">my last recipe</span></em></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> . But Lazy Bitch is as Lazy Bitch does, which isn't much.<br /></span></em></p><span style="color:#660000;">INGREDIENTS </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;">1 cup butter, softened </span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em>(I‘m not in a softening mood. There’s a bottle of olive oil right next to my elbow, I’ll chuck some of that in.)</em></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;">1 cup white sugar </span><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>(which cup? Sod it a mound is more my style.)</em></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;">1 cup packed brown sugar </span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em>(oops! not got any. Oh well treacle’s brown… just thank your lucky stars that’s the first thing that came to mind.)</em></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">2 eggs </span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em>( ok )</em></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;">1 teaspoon vanilla extract </span><span style="color:#000099;"><em>( extract this)</em></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;">2 cups all-purpose flour </span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em>( damn cups again! So, a bigger mound)</em></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;">1 teaspoon baking soda <em><span style="color:#3333ff;">( yup, use by 2007! Surely this doesn’t go off, does it?)</span></em> </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;">1 teaspoon salt </span><span style="color:#000099;"><em>(that’s a small mound in the middle of my hand) </em></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;">1 1/2 teaspoons ground cinnamon </span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em>(Oh my God! well too late now, so how much fell out of the jar?)</em></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;">3 cups quick cooking oats </span><span style="color:#000099;"><em>(The kids are going to eat this Alpen if it’s the last thing they do!)</em></span><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#660000;">raisins or nuts - optional.<em><span style="color:#3333ff;"> (That’s handy I wasn’t planning to pick them out of the cereal )</span></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#660000;"><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em><br /></div></span><span style="color:#660000;"><div align="center"><br /></span><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><span style="font-size:180%;">Right now it’s all in the bowl let’s mix it up</span>.</em> </span></div><br /><span style="color:#660000;">DIRECTIONS<br />1. In a medium bowl, cream together white sugar, butter, and brown sugar. Beat in eggs one at a time, and then stir in vanilla.<br />2. Combine flour, cinnamon, baking soda and salt. Stir into the creamed mixture. Mix in oats. If you are using nuts or raisins, mix into dough, combining well .</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><span style="color:#000099;"><em>(OOPS!! Too late now, what’s done is done… I wonder if it’s supposed to look like a giant chicken’s bowel movement.) </em></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Cover, and chill dough for at least one hour. </span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em>(How am I going to fit it in the fridge? Let’s check some sell by dates…. Ham 4th Jan…that can go. Ouch! Was that a brick that just fell on my head? No, it was forgotten bread rolls… a bit beyond toasting, Breadcrumbs? Sod it. This margarine tub’s nearly empty; I can grease the baking tray with what’s left. There, now I can fit the cookie gloop in the fridge).</em></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;">3. Preheat the oven to 375 degrees F, Grease cookie sheets. Roll the dough into balls, and place 2 inches apart on cookie sheets.</span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em> ( BALLS! Aren’t cookies like biscuits? Shouldn’t they be flat? And what’s this two inch shit?) </em></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;">4. Bake for 8 to 10 minutes in preheated oven. Allow cookies to cool on baking sheet for 5 minutes before transferring to a wire rack to cool completely.<br /></span><span style="color:#000099;"><em>( 10 mins isn’t long enough, my finger went right through that one)</em></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Makes approx. 36-60 cookies, depending on how large or small you make them. </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><em><span style="color:#000099;">( 20 if you follow my recipe and make balls the size of, well “balls” .which means they won’t all be the same size. )</span></em></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">They taste really good, I’m quite surprised. </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">Now we just have to wait and see if I‘ve poisoned anyone).</span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"><a href="http://www.momswhothink.com/cookie-recipes/oatmeal-cookie-recipe.html">Original recipe</a></span></div>cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00075735967153709260noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271219057997424959.post-35282249632511812462008-12-18T22:38:00.001+02:002008-12-18T22:38:26.476+02:00<a href="http://ChristmasMySpace.Com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q157/graphic_code/christmas/chr4298ca391872_myspace.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /> <a href="http://ChristmasMySpace.Com/" target="_blank" title="Best Graphics - MySpace/Hi5/Friendster"><span style="font-size:11px;font-family:arial;padding-left:10px;">Best Graphics - MySpace/Hi5/Friendster</span></a><br />cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00075735967153709260noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271219057997424959.post-27024078066685047152008-11-26T00:26:00.002+02:002008-11-26T00:29:17.036+02:00about the blog listIt's a work in progress so stop grouching if you aren't in there yet and think you should be.<br />If you're not in the old one either and wish to object by all means leave a comment.cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00075735967153709260noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271219057997424959.post-51107540781526631312008-10-27T08:44:00.002+02:002008-10-27T09:08:12.132+02:00Hope Springs Eternal<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGF3v8fN9LgZfM2un8w3OvGBH8TwhmLZlzh2kQ3jepJiGBZjr6BwecFbkCPRkthDXRZsz9jjuRcf6Ca3BntwMDw9DdvkYUzTdx1OtshJ77CmmVIyl1FmNpsQ2zvOuJt2Cgsa-xuAj6Ixw/s1600-h/S6300004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261726854875112962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGF3v8fN9LgZfM2un8w3OvGBH8TwhmLZlzh2kQ3jepJiGBZjr6BwecFbkCPRkthDXRZsz9jjuRcf6Ca3BntwMDw9DdvkYUzTdx1OtshJ77CmmVIyl1FmNpsQ2zvOuJt2Cgsa-xuAj6Ixw/s400/S6300004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>An aging woman's last vestige of beauty is her hair.</div><br /><div>Through 13 years of battling cancer Elevtheria was adamnant, she would not undergo any therapy which caused hair loss. When the doctor's found cancer in her liver a few months ago she was faced with a stark choice - baldness and hope or certain death in the near future.</div><br /><div>My children helped her to make the decision, "Gran what is more important, you having hair or us having you?"</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>4 months on we awaited test results to see how effective the therapy was being.....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>... Lung cancer GONE! Liver cancer reduced in size. We are continuing therapy and maybe we will beat this thing yet. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Ladies... BALD IS BEAUTIFUL.</div>cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00075735967153709260noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271219057997424959.post-69387627179016067192008-09-28T22:50:00.002+02:002008-11-14T23:50:35.895+02:00Tears for KalliopeWhat do you remember about the day before your wedding?<br />I remember a rather tense hen party with my Greek friends and English relatives eyeing each other warily over the canapés. I remember drinking hot chocolate at 5am with my brother when he returned from the stag night.<br /><br />My mother in law remembers the death of Kalliope. Murder most foul! In fact the only reason she remembers the date of her wedding 50 years ago is because there was no music, as a sign of respect for the bereaved family.<br /><br />My in laws were married on 24th August, 1958. We had a quiet family celebration to mark their anniversary. They remember nothing of their wedding but were able to tell me every detail of the death that preceded it. No mean feat when you consider that my dad in law often forgets that he is wearing a hat….<br /><br />Kalliope was a young woman who lived in the mountain village of Ayia Gala in Chois.<br />She was married and expecting her first child. Her day was taken up with a round of chores, ranging from housework and cooking to tending animals and working in the fields, a simple life hard work but without the stress of our modern lifestyle.<br /><br />The only apparent blot on her landscape was that her husband, Lefteres was a philanderer. He had an eye for the girls and all the village knew about it. He was particularly taken with Barbara and not very happy that he was about to become a man with responsibilities. Lefteres, like many of the men from chois was a sailor and spent long periods of time away from home, he is said however to have had a hand in planning the death of his pregnant wife.<br /><br />On 23rd August 1958 Kalliope’s husband was away but Barbara’s brother was there, in the village and filled with malevolent intent. He wanted Lefteres to make “ an honest woman” of his sister and this was not possible as long as Kalliope was in the pictue.<br />He followed the unsuspecting wife of his sister’s lover as she set out to bring the animals in for the night. It was a feast day and there was music in the street played by a band of travelling minstrels. It was a hot summer night, nobody would have been indoors. It seems unlikely that no one saw the comings and goings of any village member. And yet when the police questioned the villagers not one of them could shed any light on the movements of their fellows or suggest a possible motive for the crime.<br /><br />Kalliope was found in the fields where she had gone to tend her mother’s animals, not one corpse but two, her and the unborn child. She had been stabbed to death her killer(s) were never punished. Her husband married Barbara. Everbody knew what had happened to Kalliope but not one single person cared enough to make it known, until now.<br /><br />Rest in peace Kalliope, today ( half a century after your death) you will be mourned, you and your child.cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00075735967153709260noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271219057997424959.post-32438167370216491272008-09-27T07:24:00.004+02:002008-09-27T14:24:14.218+02:00Coming Soon.A true story of marriage and murder.cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00075735967153709260noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271219057997424959.post-30435716316639628582008-08-06T21:19:00.003+03:002008-08-06T22:26:33.560+03:00Needs meme<div align="center"><em><span style="color:#000099;">I saw this meme on </span></em><a href="http://travsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/needs-meme.html"><em><span style="color:#990000;">Trav's Thoughts</span></em></a><em><span style="color:#990000;"> </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">and decided it would make a good stop gap </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">until I get round to posting about my holiday.</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">All you have to do is ...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">Google </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">your first name </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">with the word <span style="color:#ff6600;">needs </span><span style="color:#000099;">after</span> it </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">and post the results</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">Here is what I got... more or less </span></em><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em></div><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><em><span style="color:#000099;"><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br />All Cathy needs is a big feather to fan him and ...<br /><span style="color:#993399;">(It depends who HE is!) </div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231486351926700578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWiqoctC_h0st08Y1K1btvnJQgnXsQNokmjCMg6YRWikoLzaj2Ghev6D7i6qdOTs24ActjwKTfq7xov-_L_LWuXQsoECXv7C3NLfV-i2zzeh_Lj_oTgnJTntxsePSbzC-Lv2BurooemQA/s320/feather.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span><br />Cathy needs …A life worth living<br /><span style="color:#993399;">(I’m working on it.)<br /></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231486247921351794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbcuAaPcEXMIwqTypJFSJSdlRfUUz2IfCRNC_q4RoLHnob5FXp_GNV5aloM4IwJQmt5gz97Vks5twwYEK6h5zw4bowHtVPDgxkNWpMbA6z7U2-NB2AMVZ2CgJW1EvXnJHuCQmvT7u5pUI/s320/Porsche-911carrera.jpg" border="0" /><br />CATHY NEEDS A CABARET AGENT IN SYDNEY<br /><span style="color:#993399;">(Who’s Sydney?)</span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231487117079515026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpEkeXdxmEYFqpouD11I4E14w2mCloc-cuL6TwNl7DnLIYYmpo3oAGtxNvMsqQ7Vpd-p1JbyRBOfhxw77GIvT-moyYep52wXIEEw44jW3mQd8QjM-ssfBye5wAPMuCv_S1AZWrC_cHGT8/s320/NY-00351-C~Hollywood-Caberet-Ensemble-New-York-City-Posters.jpg" border="0" /><br />Cathy needs a bit of cheering up today.<br /><span style="color:#993399;">(Prozac.)<br /></span><br />cathy should get a boyfriend.. cathy needs an angel, I want to hug cathy. ...<br /><span style="color:#993399;">(You’ve got to love GOOGLE! ) </span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"></span></span></em> </p><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="color:#993399;">Vincent D'Onofrio in "Paradice Hotel "...<br /></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231487319124993554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtHqg-lcbPUuT2c1HT5JH6LVoDLd6FxTdXo9K6c_R25s3A6TxylFk-4pC0Yqo4ws_UhxgHyDjyIp460ErQWrm44yvpsqF-rjCtOEUW7_lQuppUuVH96g_sgcq0vz5G2qJ7F55_VHvNBlI/s400/HotelParardise26.jpg" border="0" /><br />Cathy needs pain medicine.<br />Cathy wants to be suctioned<br />Cathy wants ice chips.<br />Cathy wants to change ...<br /><span style="color:#993399;">(Ok already, sheesh.)<br /><br /></span><br />cathy needs chocolate. lots of chocolate and a name change. ...<br /></span><span style="color:#993399;">( mmm and <span style="color:#990000;">hmmm</span>.)</span> </em></div>cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00075735967153709260noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271219057997424959.post-87038367408443066472008-07-13T11:17:00.004+03:002008-07-13T11:41:19.173+03:00Fighting For No Future.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWV1tv9rR6bgdXogewbVKcnCuLSUmviUZ3AwY9OXcsiyUzChRQFu-X8D9qW3248xFI94J-mJBnEwpUqi_uqIHuku3BsUAGkjyy5dABFpbZ99uMKswNc_9ZxIjEsWvxk8TT0LhEihf4i5M/s1600-h/MUM+IN+LAW.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222412205388263714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWV1tv9rR6bgdXogewbVKcnCuLSUmviUZ3AwY9OXcsiyUzChRQFu-X8D9qW3248xFI94J-mJBnEwpUqi_uqIHuku3BsUAGkjyy5dABFpbZ99uMKswNc_9ZxIjEsWvxk8TT0LhEihf4i5M/s320/MUM+IN+LAW.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>She lies uncomplaining on the white sheets, attached to tubes, pumping poison. Chemotherapy, dying for a cure.<br />She hadn’t wanted to take these last steps, the final fight against the cancer she has battled for 13 years but she considered the children. It would give them time to come to terms with her death if nothing else. </div><br /><div>She is stoic in the presence of others, revealing herself only to me when we are alone. </div><br /><div>Taking her frail hand in mine I stroke it gently and smile bravely hoping to hide the fear in my heart. She smiles back and I see my heart reflected in her eyes.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div align="center">...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">You can see other posts about my mum in law </div><div align="center"><a href="http://litcor.blogspot.com/2007/04/elevtheria.html">HERE</a> and <a href="http://litcor.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-emergencypray-your-not-in-greece.html">HERE</a>.</div>cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00075735967153709260noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271219057997424959.post-34843887667812059282008-06-25T22:14:00.002+03:002008-06-25T22:42:21.352+03:00POSTLESS<div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">I'm tired, I'm fed up, I'm too damned busy!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">I'll post when I've got the time, energy and enthusiasm.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">It could be a long wait.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk6oRMRT5pxtvxT-DEh33YQhRDQTWUqH9gx0hxAePfuEVPjy0d0PaKnafSIpV7IPlt931-2cuo5tb3v3-pX6qGFjS_NxT2M9gaTeXmEGHd9fP2iMMODEu3-jxg4-5znyvhGX-o7gGRSdQ/s1600-h/ways+of+the+dragon.gif"><span style="color:#6600cc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215904246587919458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk6oRMRT5pxtvxT-DEh33YQhRDQTWUqH9gx0hxAePfuEVPjy0d0PaKnafSIpV7IPlt931-2cuo5tb3v3-pX6qGFjS_NxT2M9gaTeXmEGHd9fP2iMMODEu3-jxg4-5znyvhGX-o7gGRSdQ/s320/ways+of+the+dragon.gif" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#6600cc;"><br /></span><div> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#6600cc;">I'll pop round and visit you all in the meantime.</span></em></div>cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00075735967153709260noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271219057997424959.post-36342015949711451482008-06-05T10:55:00.008+03:002008-06-05T12:49:56.254+03:00World Enviroment Day<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;"><em>MELTING ICE: A HOT TOPIC.</em></span></strong></div><p align="center"><br /><a href="http://www.unep.org/wed/2007/english/"><span style="color:#cc0000;">material source</span></a><br /></p><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208305797549769362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixD8p1YLdSYoTI7JcojT5cD7NPWBxcOIi2mzfARlvMcOw0Bg8SYmg0Kke_8YSSSw-wlwjyOU-j602i2bew8m25Ssumbc6MSAFIv4JD8-oXH4fJ8usIwqyARiOugFrM3QGg-XU6s4vRw7Y/s320/melting_ice.jpg" border="0" /><br /><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">The Earth has warmed by approximately 0.75 °C since pre-industrial times. Eleven of the warmest years in the past 125 years occurred since 1990, with 2005 the warmest on record. There is overwhelming consensus that this is due to emissions of greenhouse gases, such as carbon dioxide (CO2), from burning fossil fuels. </span></em></div><br /><div align="left"><br /><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Examination of ice cores shows that there is more CO2 in the atmosphere than at any time in the past 600,000 years Warming in this century is projected to be between 1.4 and 5.8 °C. The impacts of climate change are already visible. Examples include: the shrinking Arctic ice cap;<br />accelerating sea level rise;<br />receding glaciers worldwide;</span></em></div><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">thawing permafrost;<br />earlier break-up of river and lake ice;<br />increasing intensity and duration of tropical storms;<br />lengthening of mid- to high-latitude growing seasons;<br />shifts in plant and animal ranges and behaviour.<br /><br /><br /></span></em><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">In the Arctic, as peat bogs thaw they are releasing methane, an even more potent greenhouse gas than CO2. Scientists are increasingly concerned about the possibility of abrupt climate change, including reductions in ocean currents, such as the Gulf Stream which warms Europe, and changed patterns of rainfall, such as the monsoon seasons, which would affect food security for billions of people.</span></em> </div><br /><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Ask a polar bear…</span> </div><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208305674086657874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkz-tGVVEsP5-gL7d-bOJl4QW2B82zx9Mkdm5BiqKI8ysFXvGDqazvVjanSRygY0djEyVwIH4yuXVVlV4npvlfpycQsXZkXIuHui055XKArFbjxDRI8becbzGc6dHiYYW21bEpwxiQU7I/s320/Polar_bear_-_a_naughty_tot.jpg" border="0" /><br /><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">The Arctic is warming twice as fast as the global average. Since 1980, between 20 and 30 per cent of sea ice in the European Arctic has been lost. Polar bears depend on sea ice, where they hunt seals and use ice corridors to move from one area to another. Pregnant females build winter dens in areas with thick snow cover. They have not eaten for five to seven months when they emerge with their cubs in the spring. They need good spring sea-ice conditions for their own and their cubs’<br />survival. During the past two decades, the condition of adult polar bears in the Hudson Bay area in Canada has declined, with a reduction of between 15 and 26 per cent in average adult body weight and the number of cubs born between 1981 and 1998.<br />Some climate models project that there may be an almost complete loss of summer sea-ice in the Arctic before the end of the century. If this happens, polar bears are unlikely to survive as a species.</span></em> </p><p><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Ask a farmer…</span><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208305474709757010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixPHT4L1F2KbWp1QpR9ddRXFrHyV6P8binVTshpiu1XxvA7LVAtYfSn4XPQ-g1U55ox4Ne03KNh6_9QYh-qAekVCWGgh_0fd37Vt6BJG_2text1x-ejUA04InrvZV1tg_6v7h1aFJCpZs/s320/farmer.jpg" border="0" /><br /><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Although crop yields may increase in some areas due to climate change, the negative effects are likely to dominate as warming increases. Africa is especially vulnerable, and studies warn that there may be a significant increase in hunger. Poor communities are most directly dependent for their livelihoods on a stable and hospitable climate. They often rely on rain-fed subsistence agriculture, and are deeply dependent on climatic phenomena, such as the Asian monsoons. They are also most vulnerable to extreme weather events such as droughts and tropical storms.</span></em> </p><br /><p><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">As glaciers melt in the world’s great mountain ranges, water supplies to rivers will be affected. In Europe, eight out of nine glaciated regions show significant retreat. Between 1850 and 1980, glaciers in the European Alps lost approximately one-third of their area and one-half of their mass.<br />In China, highland glaciers are shrinking each year by an amount equivalent to all the water in the Yellow River. The Chinese Academy of Sciences says that 7 per cent of the country’s glaciers are vanishing annually. By 2050, as many as 64 per cent of China’s glaciers will have disappeared. An estimated 300 million people live in China’s arid west and depend on water from glaciers for their survival.</span></em> </p><p><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Ask an islander… </span></p><p><span style="color:#cc0000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208308029176236914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYlj54njQ0AcRexKUl3Fagf4ZQsVXxGVGdHa8suCJ4RAQejhb1Fy71oB84GLQ5unu236UTB-ASsS_dO6cilJS3qtVtFiFzyI3wHnGOBNUOaXaSCIbsGAiSmy9FmwWBRAv8Zrv1qkU5_6U/s320/-Tropical-Island-.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span><em><span style="color:#009900;">In the past 100 years, global sea level rose between 1 and 2 millimetres a year. Since 1992 the rate has increased to about 3 millimetres a year, primarily through thermal expansion of warming oceans and freshwater flowing into the oceans from melting ice.<br />Melting ice is responsible for a significant portion of the observed sea level rise, with the Greenland and Antarctic ice sheets the largest contributors. The Greenland Ice Sheet is melting faster than new ice is being formed. In the Antarctic, three large<br />sections of ice shelves in the Antarctic Peninsula have collapsed over the past 11 years, followed by a marked acceleration and thinning of glaciers that were held back by the shelves.<br />As sea levels rise, inhabitants of low-lying islands and coastal cities face inundation. In December 2005, a small community living in the Pacific island chain of Vanuatu became perhaps the first to be formally moved as a result of climate change.</span></em> </p><p><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Ask an indigenous person…</span> </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208305307272338818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbXMHZ00RL2Rr3DEUDiXfDbWKlZJo0NkuFA-Y08KKRA3oEdl6uNz7BB3WL_GxFcsFgWB_ezlGWGwJYCo7dpwx59KAjFh8UQ4SJIkEs5pQ4hYieVevBsM2ij3wndW6cIpkcSj9mSxgzonk/s320/inuitmen.jpg" border="0" /><br /><em><span style="color:#009900;">Arctic communities, including indigenous people striving to maintain and adapt traditional lifestyles, are particularly vulnerable to environmental change. The Arctic is home to some 4 million people, of whom roughly 10 per cent (400,000) are indigenous..<br />Widespread melting of permafrost in Alaska and Siberia is causing serious damage to buildings, pipelines, roads and other infrastructure. Climate change means shorter ice seasons for traveling on winter roads, and warmer and less predictable weather, causing more forest fires in some regions.<br />Agriculture in the Arctic is severely limited. Subsistence economic activities are therefore mainly hunting and fishing, reindeer herding, trapping and gathering.<br />Sea-ice changes and related increased coastal erosion are also causing damage, necessitating the relocation of some coastal communities (such as in Shishmaref, Alaska), and affecting indigenous marine hunters and fishers.</span></em> </p><p><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Ask yourself…</span><br /><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">There are many options available to avoid catastrophic climate change. These include worldwide improvements in energy efficiency and a shift to low-carbon and renewable resources such as solar and wind power, bio-energy and geothermal energy. …. </span></em></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">.</span></strong><br /></p></span><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em>As individuals we can also make consumer choices that help.</em></span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em>Don't purchase overpackaged goods.</em></span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em>Don't buy unnessesary goods, such as fashion fads.</em></span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em>Don't replace anything that isn't worn out or broken beyond repair</em></span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em>Recycle whatever you can...</em></span></p><p align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">What are YOU doing?</span></strong></em></p><p align="center"><br /></p>cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00075735967153709260noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271219057997424959.post-26053178852984023972008-06-04T00:03:00.003+03:002008-06-04T13:11:36.296+03:00Dona Nobis Pacem<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzwNli7q00xXxeAjm-ZOob3c-reS_1hE30s7kRy9sQn7fRwCfn_QYNVDIGeNZBcbLX74exznoVKTBhgljC6-fK6-Wx3-XpYO7SIaZoFyrBBM46Dlsx74UBKDLFH7_WTEaavCPH3EcJOz4/s1600-h/June408+my+globe.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207764370509547682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrBEnkNC5eh2UBp4vS57ZabVHaijtI5b__k_AsYD0jmW-3vFYuLamI-b-Gc6ZjQiQndSVZn9hLr5F0QAsR91yY0IbrrglwXRgYwoYemti5Lfuefw9NIYF-Aw5iHChJw3-dG064LsNPaeU/s400/June408%25236+my+globe.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#000099;">join the blogblast for peace</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#000099;">click on the link in my sidebar</span></em> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">CRY!</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>Cry, O man</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>For your love of war</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>For the death of babes</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>Barely born.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em></em></span> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>Cry, O man</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>For the hater's screech </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>Coiling round the hindbrain</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>Beyond logic's reach</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em></em></span> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>Cry, O man</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>For your endless greed</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>For the words I want</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>In the place of we need</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em></em></span> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>Cry, O man</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>For your leaders lies</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>For religious falsehoods</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>As they blind your eyes</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em></em></span> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>Cry, O man</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>For your thirst</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>For revenge</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em></em></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>Cry O Man </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>For war to end</em></span></div>cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00075735967153709260noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271219057997424959.post-34913279988666628522008-06-01T22:54:00.003+03:002008-06-01T23:07:03.153+03:00Shout Out for Jocelyn<span style="color:#000066;"> On Thursday, April 24, 2008 Jocelyn posted </span><br /><a href="http://omightycrisis.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-sayin-this-is-just-to-say-by.html"><span style="color:#990000;">“Just Sayin”</span></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Apparently inspired by…<br /><br />This Is Just To Say.</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">by William Carlos Williams.</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Her response was, as always, excellent entertainment and inspired the following poem which I left as a comment. </span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">As I have received no inspiration since and also think that anyone who hasn’t visited </span><a href="http://omightycrisis.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#000066;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">“O Mighty Crisis”</span> </span></a><span style="color:#000066;"> is missing out I decided to post my ditty here.</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">I also suggest that you all take a few days off work so that you can go and read </span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/03227519811818290510"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Jocelyn’s</span></a><span style="color:#000066;"> blog from start to finish.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><em>Now weighing…<br /><br />I have gained </em></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><em>12 pounds </em></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><em>Since the day we were married.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><em>I have no siliconed breasts</em></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><em>Or liposuctioned thighs </em></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><em>To incite your ardour</em></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><em>Forgive me</em></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><em>For becoming</em></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><em>The mother of your children</em></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><em>Instead of </em></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><em>One of those porn queens</em></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><em>You so admire</em></span>.cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00075735967153709260noreply@blogger.com10