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Later this coming week Rob, my partner will have his gallbladder removed, hopefully by keyhole surgery if all goes to plan.
This op is called Laparoscopic Cholecystectomy.
He has been suffering quite severe bouts of pain on and off for several years, with a really bad exacerbation last Christmas time.
It was then we discovered after an ultrasound that he does in fact have gallstones.
So, off to the hospital he will go.
I know he's a bit nervous and he has never had a general anaesthetic before, but I'm quite sure he will be fine.
A girlfriend of mine had the very same op last year and recovered well.
I think I'm a little anxious about it as well because I don't want to see him in any pain or distress, so the sooner it's done and over with the better!
Below is a video showing how this op is done, I find it really fascinating but if you are squeamish, maybe just skip it!
Yesterday two very funny things happened to me. I’m sure I won’t be able to re-tell them to the fullest funniest extent but at the time they gave me a good laugh and laughing is good yeah?
First one was in the morning at work. I was preparing things in my room for the first patient of the day when I remembered I needed something from the storeroom.
I noticed the door handle looked a bit rickety but I was in a bit of a hurry so went in, picked up what I needed and tried to leave – but the inner door handle was not just rickety it was freely swinging round and round, quite disconnected to the latch. I soon realised I wasn’t going anywhere.
Immediately I had funny visions of being trapped in there all day, all the patients turning up and no one being able to find me. Announcements going out over the tannoy but me not even hearing them because being a storeroom there is no communication system in place there. People dashing around the building to see if I had collapsed anywhere, or being held hostage by a very “unwell” patient. All these things and more were a short but rather amusing fantasy.
I thought of shouting but wasn’t sure if anyone would hear me, but really I knew straightaway what to do as I had my mobile on me. I phoned reception and got someone to come and rescue me, easy peasy.
But I must say I did, for that short time enjoy the idea of having a morning off!
The second thing that happened was after work. I was meeting a friend in Nero for a good old gossip catchup. She said she would be there by 6:10 but I got there early and being cold and damp out I got my self a nice cuppa tea and settled myself into a very comfy chair right at the front window so I could watch the world go by and see my friend arrive.
Well, 6:10 came and went, I watched, got out my phone, Twittered a little, read a bit of news on the BBC website feeling by now, nice and warm and almost sleepy.
By 6:25 I thought I had better call her, maybe she was unwell, had forgotten. She answered her phone almost immediately asking where I was! I told her I was in Nero, as arranged, waiting for her.
She said she was in Nero as well, and that I must have gone to the wrong one. Now I really am NOT that daft, so I looked round from my cosy chair and there she was sitting some way behind!!
She had been there for the last 15 minutes!! How on earth she managed to walk past me and neither of us noticed each other is really really weird and led to us almost falling about with laughter as we both realised neither of us had been late.
Went for a walk today, snapping a few photos as I went, mostly flowers, but not all.
Above is a photo of the New London Synagogue.
I almost got into trouble taking this shot as a security man came dashing out immediately. I guess he was checking me out in case I looked like some kind of terrorist!
He didn’t say anything but came right up to the fence and I made sure I did not make eye contact!
Several years ago I visited this synagogue with a group of children as part of their lessons in other religions.
It was rather lovely inside, a lot lovelier then the outside might suggest.
I'm sure I've blogged about Cameroid before but I was feeling a bit lost this evening so I had another play with it and here are a few of my "creations"
Stunning shots eh! LOL
This album is written and produced by my eldest daughters boyfriend Simon.
It's free to listen to and free to download.
Chilled out ambient instrumental concept.
Essentially a concept album comprising twelve tracks of varying pace and feel. Created over the space of a few months in 2007, initially for a sound track, the project developed into this album. Now re-edited and remastered, 'Echoes In Time' is intended as a chilled out escape and something to drift away to, with an album that seeks to take you on a journey from lands of peace to lands of war.
Now released under a Creative Commons License for others to enjoy without having to pay, although donations are appreciated of course.
Visit Simons own site HERE
And see more on YouTube
Download album HERE
For as long as it’s been around I have used the Entrecard Toolbar. It’s been very useful, till now.
After last weekends email I had decided I’d leave Entrecard and therefore I un-installed the toolbar.
When EC backed down on some of the ridiculous new terms they had set I decided to stay and re-installed this toolbar.
But now no matter what I do it messes up with other toolbars except when I am on a site that has an Entrecard on it, then it seems to pop into it’s own place.
One other user who has similar problems called it “bleeding”
(see how it’s sort of underneath the Googlebar)
If anyone has any idea how I can fix this – I have tried uninstalling, re-installing, clearing cache, asking on the forum etc etc, all to no avail.
I cannot believe my youngest baby girl Elizabeth is 21 years old today!
Where did the years go?
Happy Birthday Lizzie – see you at the weekend :)
I’ve been tagged by TinaL to do this school days tag. I thought it would be fun to try to remember these things, not easy as it was such a long time ago I left school!
1. Did you date someone from your school? Sort of!
2. Did you marry someone from your high school? No
3. Did you car pool to school? I walked
4. What kind of car did you have? I never had a car
5. What kind of car do you have now? See above
6. Its Friday night...where are you now? On my sofa
7. It is Friday night...where were you then? Probably dancing!
8. What kind of job did you have in high school? I didn't have a job.
9. What kind of job do you do now? I'm a Healthcare Assistant aka Nursing Assistant
10. Were you a party animal? If there was dancing, I was there!
11. Were you considered a flirt? ME!!! Never!! LOL
12. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir? No
13. Were you a nerd? Not at all
14. Did you get suspended from school? No, but I bunked off more than once.
15. Can you sing the fight song? What the heck is the fight song!
16. Who was/were your favorite teacher? The woodwork teacher - I had inappropiate thoughts about him!
17. Where did you sit during lunch? In the lunch room
18. What was your school's full name? All I'm saying, it was in Oxfordshire
19. Where did you party the most? Anywhere the party was.
20. What was your school mascot? I don't think there was one.
21. Would you do it again? Don't have the energy now
22. Did you have fun at Prom? We didn't have one, not the done thing in UK
23. Do you still talk to the person you went to Prom with? see above
24. Are you planning on going to your next reunion? No
25. Do you still talk to people from school? Not regularly
26. What are/were your school's colors? Green/Gold
Me, in my uniform aged about 13.
Patrick walks into a bar in Dublin, orders three pints of Guinness and sits in the corner of the room, drinking a sip out of each pint in turn. When he had finished all three, he went back to the bar and ordered three more.
The barman says, "You know a pint goes flat soon after I pull it ... your pint would taste better if you bought one at a time."
Patrick replies, "Well now, I have two brodders, one is in America and de odder in Australia and here I am in Dublin.
When we all left home, we promised dat we'd drink dis way to remember de days we all drank togedder."
The barman admits that this is a nice custom and says no more.
Patrick becomes a regular customer and always drinks the same way ... ordering three pints and drinking a sip out of each in turn, until they are finished.
One day, he comes in and orders just two pints. All the other regulars in the bar notice and fall silent.
When he goes back to the bar for the second round, the barman says, "I don't want to intrude on your grief but I wanted to offer my condolences on your great loss."
Patrick looks confused for a moment, then the penny drops and he starts to laugh, "Oh no," he says, "Bejesus, everyone is fine! Tis me ... I'm off it for lent!


I’m not a lover of cleaning but last week I bought this stuff and it’s made it a lot easier.
NOOO this is not a paid post, I’m just happy a nasty old job took a lot less time and elbow grease!
I’m sure if you are an Entrecard user you’ve received the email about major changes.
I had to read through it a couple of times as it looks way too complicated for my poor old head but a message I had from Shinade made me re-read it again and I didn’t like what I read.
Entrecard intend to just about make us show ads from paying advertisers on our blogs – seems we can reject them but at a price!
Quote from email:
We will continue to allow you to reject any ad you wish. However, to reject ads from paying advertisers, you will need to pay a credit fee for each ad you wish to reject. We don't know how much this will be just yet.
Not sure I like this. I never have and never want to have any paid advertising on my blog. I'm not bothered by those who wish to, it's up to them, but it feels very against the grain to me.
So, like Shinade, I may also shortly be saying bye bye to Entrecard.
For the first time in a very long time I come home from the hairdressers HAPPY!
Firstly I had the over dark dye stripped off which left it very orange, in fact this pic doesn’t really show it as orange as it was!
Then I had a new colour applied, I was going to go lighter but my hairdresser advised me not to yet.
Then I had it cut, blow-dryed and straightened!
The back:
The Side:
The Front!!
I'm getting my hair done tomorrow (unless I chicken out that is.)
I'm getting all the overdyed bits stripped and re-coloured something a bit less intense and having a trim.
But I'm not sure yet what colour I will decide on, just won't be grey - I am so not ready for
grey!
I will fight the grey for as long as I can.
This is the first time I have had my colour done professionally and I'm quite nervous.
I'm wondering if I should take a hat in case I don't like the outcome.
I am not very keen on going to hairdressers.. Wish me luck!!
Got myself a digital Red Nose. I know it’s more than a nose on me, it’s taken over my entire face. Some may say that’s not a bad thing..lol
If you want one for the great sum of £1 you can get it HERE
Eve you wicked woman, you done put your curse on me
Why didn't you just leave that apple hangin' in the tree
You make us hate our husbands, our lovers and our boss
Why I can't even count the good friends I've already lost
Cause of PMS blues, PMS blues
I don't even like myself, but it's something I can't help
I got those God almighty, slap somebody PMS blues
Most times I'm easy going, some say I'm good as gold
But when I'm PMS I tell ya, I turn mean and cold
Those not afflicted with it are affected just the same
You poor old men didn't have to grin and say "I feel your pain"
PMS blues, PMS blues
You know you must forgive us for we care not what we do
I got those can't stop crying, dishes flying PMS blues
But you know we can't help it
We don't even know the cause
But as soon as this part's over, then comes the menopause
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord
We're going to always be a heap of fun
Like the devil taking over my body, suffering, suffering, suffering
Everybody's suffering, huh?
But a woman had to write this song, a man would be scared to
Lest he be called a chauvenist or just fall victim to
Those PMS blues
You know we'd kill for less than that
PMS blues
You don't want to cross my path
Cause a pitbull ain't no match
For these teeth a clenchin', fluid retention
Head a swellin', can't stop yellin'
Got no patience, I'm so hateful
PMS blues, premenstrual syndrome
Got those moods a swingin', tears a slingin'
Nothin' fits me when it hits me
Rantin', ravin', misbehavin'
PMS blues
It's the only time in my life I ever think about wishing I'd been a man
But you know that only means one thing
If I'd have been a man, I'd be somewhere right this very minute
With some old cranky, naggin', raggin' hateful woman
With those old PMS blues
PMS blues
I don't want to talk about it, we both could do without it
Got those treat your kids bad, don't you talk back
Gone ballistic, unrealistic
Awful lowdown, bitch to be around
PMS blues
I went to the theatre last night. It was just a small place, the UCLU Garage Theatre Workshop in Gordon Street, London.
The play, The Quest For Beauty, was written by Michael Eckett who happens to be a very good friend of the daughter of one of my friends.
I went with no particular expectations other than it made a change for a Friday evening, but I must say I really enjoyed it. I was totally engrossed from the very start and was very impressed with not only the storyline, the jokes, but with the quality of the acting, which was brilliant!
Walking down the road, I come to a zebra crossing and all the traffic stops allowing me to cross the road safely, no problem.
Yeah right!!! that was 30 years ago!!!
Nowadays I stand at the zebra crossing waiting for the traffic to stop and reluctantly, if I am lucky, the 2nd or 3rd car might stop to allow me to cross.
Is this because 30 years ago I was a lot more pleasing to the eye as my bum wiggled and my boobs bounced as I walked across – or is it just that drivers back in those days were a lot more polite?
Last night I was in bed by 10:30 but still awake at 1:30am.
I got up had a drink, a wee, paracetamol, sat on the sofa, went back to bed and felt like screaming, so got up again and again in a desperate effort to relieve the weird feelings.
I was suffering from restless legs syndrome
Restless Legs Syndrome (RLS) is a fairly common but often overlooked disorder affecting movement and sleep. A person with the condition has unpleasant sensations in their legs and an overwhelming urge to move them.
Although the condition was recognised as early as the seventeenth century, it was first described by Swedish neurologist Karl-Axel Ekbom in 1945. The disorder is sometimes referred to as Ekbom syndrome.
In the UK just over 1.5 million people (3% of the adult population) are known to have RLS. However, the actual figure is thought to be significantly higher. Women are more likely to be affected by the condition, and it generally tends to affect people as they get older.
The uncomfortable sensations of RLS are often triggered by inactivity, and can be improved by movement. Symptoms are usually more noticeable in the evening and, for some people, they can cause difficulty sleeping.
I have had it in the past, but last night was the worst ever.
Walking around did relieve these feelings but as soon as I lay down again – off I go again, my legs just had to keep moving. I’d get them comfy then 10 –20 seconds later they feel weird and have to move again, it’s totally exhausting.
It’s a miracle I got up at 6:30 this morning and made it to work.
I am just praying it does not happen again tonight or I might really go CRAZY!
This week is all over the place for me as I am learning new stuff.
My job is extremely varied and part of it is going to now involve THIS
It looks very complicated but I guess anything new always takes a while to get used to, lets just hope that it’s a short while and not a long long while!
Anyway, early to bed tonight as my brain has had enough of computers for today.
I know they look nice.
I know lot's of people have them and say they are fantastic.
BUT…
I just wonder has anyone ever regretted buying one?
This is a Hawthorn Shield Bug which I found on the carpet at home sometime ago – I was quite pleased with this shot!
Cute little bug eh?