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Some of my friends believe that I eat my meat raw, but they are wrong. Generally my meat must be well done, especially if it is on a bone. If there is any redness against the bone, I stop eating it right there.

The only exception is rump steak. I’m talking about the beef variety now. Even kudu steaks must be well done. Not cremated or dry, just well done. But when it comes to a piece of rump steak, cut from a domesticated bovine creature, I eat it in a condition when a good veterinary surgeon will still be able to haul it through. I don’t mind if it moos at me when I put my fork into it. It must just not run away.

Do you like it the way I do?


Or do you also think as some of my friends do?


I don’t know why some of my friends believe that they are gods to demand that I bring them burned offerings.


Enjoy the day but don't burn your meat.

Aarrrgh...I'm so tired, exhausted don't feel like working and think anymore so I'm blogging!

Still at work but don't feel like working anymore ...after such a busy day of trying to sort out others's mess...

Oh boy...I missed Angel's Party...

Angel, here's another birthday party from me...

Here's a Million Dollar Cake...hope you'll like this




I don't think Johnny and Robert are hot enough to do a special birthday dance for you so I hired someone else...





Happy Birthday, Angel!

I don’t understand men, and where in blazes is the handbook? How can we have evolved alongside each other for hundreds of thousands of years and not have a CLUE? I don't even understand my male friends any more.

My brother was full of advice. “Always tell the truth, say what’s on your mind, and tell a man what you want, we’re not psychic.”

Yeah, THAT worked. We fell out a few years back and he hasn’t spoken to me since. Family inheritances cause way more trouble than they’re worth, by the way. Cut your kids out, leave the money to charity.

Without him there to translate men to me I gave them a wide berth for some years. That all changed in 2014 through a series of events and by the time 2015 crawled out its nappy I was with a man who was so violently, passionately and intensely in love it was frankly unnerving. Because I don’t understand men at all I thought he was in love with me but turned out he was violently, passionately and intensely in love with my pedestal and one day I suddenly had a lot of time on my hands.

A casual long-term friend of mine was going through a breakup and we joked that we would date each other until we’d got used to be being single again. He’s pure rocket-scientist, complicated, difficult, and 15 years younger, nicely distracting, but then that got intense as well. Ohhhhh no. No more intense, thanks. We did eventually struggle back to the more comfortable status of friends (phew) and I said that’s it, not again.

Then I met a third man (I know. IN A YEAR. It’s raining men) funny, generous, wicked, and tailor-made for me - and for the next year he will be working in some fairly peculiar and VERY distant parts of the world.

So I’m officially handing in my lipstick. That’s my new year resolution – giving up on men, instead focusing on good works, and becoming rich, successful and uncomplicatedly happy. Well, that’s the idea. So if any one of you see me flirting here on CS, just wag a finger at me and point me back at this blog. Deal?

Ta.

There are some people out there with strange and bizarre phobias, a few of these are:

Xanthophobia – fear of the colour yellow

Turophobia- fear of cheese

Somniphobia- fear of falling asleep

Hylophobia- fear of trees

Trolliphobia- fear of shopping trolleys

Fluffiphobia- fear of fluffy things

These are just a few examples, will anyone admit to having a phobia and what it is?

There's talk of fracking starting down the road, 5 miles from where I live, and I thought what the frack is fracking? Will I like it? So I looked it up.

Fracking is the process of drilling deep into the earth’s surface, then using high-impact liquid to fracture bedrock and bring gas or oil (or anything handy that we find while down there) to the surface.

Neat, tidy, no impact on the surrounding areas whatsoever, and relatively cheap. The US has done a lot of it, the UK wants to try too.

So if I want to set up a little fracking in my back yard, here’s my shopping list:

Water. LOTS. Budget on a million gallons for a single well. Fortunately we’re a wet little island and unlikely to run out, but hey, we’re used to hosepipe bans in the summer anyway. So we can well spare the water.

Sand and chemicals to mix – approx. 40 000 gallons of chemicals for that million gallons. Lead, uranium, mercury, ethylene glycol, radium, methanol hydrochloric acid, formaldehyde. Oh, stop looking worried, they may be lethal but don’t worry, they are only released way, WAY below ground level, 10 thousand feet down, under high pressure.

True, the recovered waste fluid is left in open pits to evaporate into the atmosphere, but that’s only 30 to 50% of the fracking fluid anyway. Those who are pro fracking assure us that all the dangerous carcinogenic chemicals know to stay below ground and not come up to evaporate into our air. Just as well, don’t want those around. Bad enough that people have the nerve to smoke within 100 feet of you, risking your health and all.

The rest – 50 to 70% of a million gallons of water - stays below ground, and those chemicals are non-biodegradable. Still, 10 thousand feet down. Not our problem.

Oh, and there might, just might, be the occasional tremor or two. In 2011, energy company Cuadrilla suspended test fracking operations in Lancashire, after two earthquakes of 1.5 and 2.2 magnitude hit the area. However there is no conclusive proof that the high-pressure fracturing of bedrock had any link whatsoever to the tremors.

All in all, we should go for it. Win-win. No risk, no fuss, no mess, practically free for the taking, and what could possibly go wrong?

Excuse me, I have to go pack.

..............................................................................................Maybe there should be course at a college or a university...and the name of the course would be..."What is love"....after taking the course there would be a final test for all to pass...then..if you pass...they give you an officially stamped certificate that you can frame..and on the top in gold letters it would say.....this certificate is given in honor of------------------- and has passed the course and officially knows what love is.....then when you meet someone you can show your credentials and they can show theirs......now...wouldnt that make it a little easier to find someone?....(i know...then the scammers would jump in with their forged certificates)

Have you ever noticed that people/media want to shock you...to get attention or rating...

And the last of the Installments is "Saturday:....It is the day after Friday and the Day before Sunday....."Saturday is the Seventh Day of the Week".....And so..Now its time to talk about "Saturday"(At least I will anyway)...............

Oh I am feeling very good,

Slept very good after the chaos happened. Neighborhood getting back bounce to normal. Me and my neighbor lady went to the church last afternoon. Light a candle.

Priest talked to us, let us to talk what we feel,

fiuuh finally we both felt much better.

Today he comes to the place the body was found with holy water.

I am curious but I slept good and I feel I am normal mean crazy as usual

Thank you for all your kind words, and moral support.

lots of love zeu

If you accidentally drop a slice of buttered bread to the ground, it will always drop with the buttered side to the top. Murphy’s Law does not apply here. This is pure physics.

You can even toss it up in the air spinning like a coin; as when you toss for heads or tails. The first time it will always drop with the buttered side to the top.

I know some of you will now tell me that you have tried it and it came down with the buttered side to the bottom but this is where Murphy’s Law comes into the equation. You have applied the butter to the wrong side of the bread.

It is very important to note that this experiment will only work once per slice of bread. Thereafter the balance of nature is disturbed. If you want to repeat the experiment you will need to prepare another slice of bread.


Have a great day!