Happy Halloween!

It's taken me until now, all these years, to finally make one of these, I just couldn't resist this year. Ta daa, my first ever pumpkin lantern....


...and no, I have no intention whatsoever of growing up, in fact I suspect I am reverting and I'm all for it! ;o)

Some days....

.....you just know you should never have got up in the morning.

Horrible, nasty, crappy day! I will be more than glad to see the back of it.

Ugh!

That's all.

Caught in a web!

I hasten to add, I checked thoroughly that there was no one 'at home' before I even considered taking these!



(You may need to click and enlarge to see the catch!)

Frustration and happiness

I am frustrated, (no guys not that kind of frustrated). I am frustrated by my recent inability to blog, not because I can't think any longer of things to blog about, rather the reverse, I can, I have so much I would like to be able to 'get out there' but for innumerable reasons I just can't.

Other people's privacy, the feelings of others, the nature of some of what has been happening, you name it, it seems that most of my current life, is for blogging purposes at least, off limits for the time being. It's driving me quietly insane what I am already? but there is nothing I can do to circumnavigate the situation right now....why oh why does Blogger not offer the protected posts facility that Wordpress does?

I could of course migrate to Wordpress but I don't in all honesty want to lose what's here and I suspect the transfer, despite promises on the Wordpress blurb that it will all be easily moved is a little on the optimistic side!

I will think of some way around it before long but until then suffice to say, things with TP are as to be expected, we are still battling on but it's a rough ride. My life is still in a kind of limbo and it's all pretty surreal. There are one or two bright spots and we make the most of the situation we find ourselves in but mostly we live day to day and deal with stuff as it hits us, which it does, with regular monotony.

There is one particular happiness to report though, an update on my post a few days back "America says I can get married". For those of you who haven't already heard, Ian got his visa today, he gets on a one way flight to the U.S. on Sunday and Lisa and he can at last be together and be married!!!

How cool and romantic and lovely is that!? :o)

For the girls!

A little something to remind us that the clocks go back this weekend.

Enjoy! ;o)

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"America says I can get married"

Those are the words of a text I just received from Ian, words both he and Lisa, one of my very best friends, have been waiting to to say for over a year now!

What does it mean exactly? Well Lisa and Ian have been going through the long and often times difficult and frustrating process of trying to be together when living on separate continents. The upside for me of course was that I got to meet Lisa twice last year after five years of online friendship but there has been some pretty 'un-up' aspects for them trying to navigate the immigration rules and regs.

Much air travel, paperwork and hassle later, this morning Ian, having gone for the final interview stage in the process this morning, has finally been granted permission by the United States embassy to move to America and marry Lisa!!!

Yayyyyyyy!

It's been a long road as they say but at last the very best news!

Congratulations to you both!

I annoy me!

My dental traumas have long been catalogued here (see 'dentistry'tag) but to cut a long story short I have periodontal disease, the result of which is that over time my teeth are loosening and will fall out. Do not go there, the thought horrifies me let alone the reality but there is little to be done and right now, in fact for the last two years, I have one back tooth that really doesn't want to be where it should be any longer.

And thereby hangs something of a problem. I am dental phobic. I have dealt with it in the main, I have always gone to the dentist albeit under the influence of Valium, save for a period in Scotland when dentistry in the UK first became something of an economic stupidity between those practising and the government, but I have never managed to get a grip of the extraction carry on. No way. Nope. You are not pulling anything out of my head, I don't care how much anaesthesia you inject into me or how much you try to convince me it won't hurt, you are still not doing it Mr Dentist. Sorry, but just no!

So, I now have the aforementioned back tooth that is all but hanging on by a thread, it hurts all the time (they all hurt all the time courtesy of the perio. disease but this one is bad hurt), I can't eat properly, I constantly have infections, yada, yada, yada but can I get myself together enough to bite the bullet? (no pun intended) No! Seemingly I can't!

Jeez....I annoy me at times!

I did finally today persuade myself into the surgery in the hope that in my brave moment they would do the deed but it was not to be, they insisted I have an appointment. I insisted that would be pointless because I wouldn't actually make it, they insisted there was no other way, not even if I was prepared to sit and wait. I left, still with the offending tooth.

Back to square one!

I really must get myself together and sort this out but somehow, each time I try, my resolve weakens and I either cancel the appointment or 'leg it' at the last moment. I am a grown woman, it is wholly pathetic I know but knowing that doesn't help!

What is most galling is that my teeth themselves are nigh on perfect, nothing wrong with them... it's the jaw bone that's the issue so as if losing one's teeth isn't bad enough I will lose un-filled, un-capped, perfect working order teeth! Ack.

Did I mention I annoy me intensely at times?

All the world's a stage

I don't think I retained a great deal from my days in education but for some inexplicable reason one thing stuck firmly in my mind and recently I find myself keep repeating parts of it in my head.

Somehow, though very little of my education seemed relevant at the time, right now this seems to be the exception and to have new relevance.

"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' brow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything."

William Shakespeare.
'As you like it' - Jaques (Act II, Scene VII, lines 139-166)

Saturday silliness!

A very lazy post but both worth a watch and a giggle!:o)

Cat betrays his girlfriend.


Best wedding entrance...ever!

Suddenly....

...life seems a little more smiley!

That's all.

:o)

The husband song

For all you hard done by guys, a little something you may identify with and to make you laugh. ;o)

Bloody computers!

I have spent the better part of the last three days trying to fix TP's computer, which, to put it in *ahem* technical terms, is completely and utterly borked!

I won't bore you with the details but it's status is far from happy and having tried absolutely everything I can think of, within my limited knowledge, it remains, still to this moment, completely and utterly borked! Nothing I have done has made a significant difference and most of what I would have liked to have tried I haven't been able too because of the problem I am trying to fix!

So...I have thrown in the towel, given up, admitted defeat, gone away with my tail between my legs and as I type, nice 'Mr Pro computer fixing guy' is taking a look at some considerable expense....and I have that horrible feeling that any minute now I am going to get a rather large dollop of egg on my face!

Watch this space.

Ugh!

Manic!

Life has become somewhat manic of late and I can't really even define exactly why but between hospital appointments, the day to day minutiae of life and trying to fit in just a tiny bit of a life, I seem to need something like 28 hours in each day at the moment!

It is thus that I have been somewhat absent in these parts...shamefully absent I will admit but it just can't be helped, when the going gets manic something has to 'give' and it's been this recently.

I am however 'onto it' and things may improve slightly, if not please just bear with me while my efforts are concentrated elsewhere.

On the positive side this doesn't mean things at chez gemmak have deteriorated, the reverse in fact. TP has been considerably stabilised having spent a few days 'holiday', as it has affectionately become known as here, at the local and very amazing hospice and quality of life has been upped significantly.

So that's it, life is a little manic but I haven't disappeared, rather just become slightly distracted on and off! ;o)

Cotton wool clouds

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