Power/ability/God like Status.

We have looked at eugenics this week at school.

To begin with I was horrified. Who decides who should or shouldnt "breed"? (at its most basic level) .....ah yes, as always it the white, conservative, male, upper middle class church goers. Horray!!!...we are going to be saved again by them!!!! What would we do without them?

please bear with me for the rest of this....... grin

And then........ you know what....how cool would it be???? ...not that Hitlers lil' old master plan was a good idea, he did try his hardest to wipe out entire swathes of populations that he thought were not "worthy" ...and no-one in their right mind would actually want to do that in reality.

But, you know.....everyone has 'things' that they hate about people. They might not talk about it, they might keep it to themselves because of political correctness, or fear of others reactions, or just knowing that its not a good thing to think and they are vaguely ashamed.

But over the last couple of days, after being horrified at the whole eugenics thing I have giggled over what I would do if I had the power and the ability and all that stuff.

I want to make terribly clear that I wouldnt actually do anything if I was given the power/ability/godlike status, but I have been amused by my thoughts.

Think about it....... if you could play with genetics and make people the way you wanted them to be....what would you get rid of?


lybxx

For Dave.

1. What is your occupation?

Mother/student/part time worker

2. What was your first job ever had??

Driving a tractor on my fathers farm at harvest.

3. What music are you listening to a lot right now?

Cheese radio

4. What was the last thing you ate?

A peach.

5. Do you wish on stars?

No. Sometimes on a full moon though

6. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be?

Pink

7. How is the weather right now?

Sunny, but cold

8. Last person you spoke to on the phone?

Work thing..... a physio.

9. Do you like the person who sent this to you??

Indeed I do

10. How old are you today?

35

11. What is your favourite drink?

Coffee, or red wine

12. Favourite sport to watch?

Rugby or three day eventing

13. Have you ever dyed your hair??

I have no idea what my natural hair colour is....a murky dark blonde I would think!!!

15. Pets?

Stinky, Mima, Poggle and three Guinea pigs.

16. favourite month?

I dont have a favorate

17. Favourite food?

Italian or a roast dinner

17.5 Comfort Food?

chocolate

18. What was the last movie you watched??

Arthur and the invisibles.

19. Favourite day of the year??

Christmas or a loved ones birthday.

20. What do you do to vent anger?

shout and wave my arms.

21. Fall or spring?

I love autumn

22. Hugs or kisses?

damn it I want both!!!

23. Cherry or Blueberry?

Rasberry please

27. Who do you live with?

Please see above pets.....and add Small.

29. What is on the floor of your closet?

SHOES!!!!! (and sometimes the cats...who like to sleep with them (very odd!!)

30. What friend have you had the longest?

Tess

31. What did you do last night?

I was at work, taking one hour and 20 mins to persuade someone to clean their teeth. (really)

32. Favourite smell?

Leaves. Mown grass. Top of Smalls head.

33. What inspires you??

People

34. What are you afraid of?

Loosing those I love.

35. Favourite Car?

I dont really have one. I like the one I drive...but wish it were newer

37. Favourite dog breed?

Stinky old Bassett hounds.

38. Number of keys on your key ring?

2

39. How many years at your current job?

3 and a half

40. Favourite day of the week?

Saturday

41. How many Counties have you lived in?

3

42. How many cities have you lived in.?

1

lybxx

Britishness (ish)

Do you know what the British Public are really good at...or one of the things anyway...

Getting out of the way of the emergancy services.

Now I know that it doesnt sound like a big thing....and compared to world peace and a cure for whatever is ailing Mr. Mathews it isnt really, but you know, its a thing that we are good at!

I was in traffic....sorry traffic about a week ago....bumper to bumper an endless line of cars square wheeling themselves towards some point in the future where we could use our right feet effectively. Three lanes of us.
Suddenly behind us came the sound of a siren. Without making a fuss (oh how teribly British of us) we moved. Just moved. Like Moses parting the Red Sea we just moved forward and sideways silently and effectively allowing the emergancy services to drive down the middle of the two lanes like there was no cars on the road at all.

It shows we care, "there by the grace of God" (oooooo two biblical referances!!) hoping that if we were ever to need a Man In Uniform (oh please!) that other people would move for us so that they could get to us quicker and so therefore help that we needed would start as soon as possible.

We're good people us British. (in a slighty odd fashion!)


lybxx

eeekkkk

Oh. My. God.

I was sitting on the sofa just now, checking mail etc on my laptop and there was like a 'movement' or 'uncomfortable' feeling on my arm just above my elbow. I looked down and
Saw
A
Mouse!!!!!!!!! (On. My. Arm!!!!!!!)

I couldnt breathe. Small was in the room and because of my pathalogical fear of spiders she now has one too.....so couldnt do what I wanted to do.......scream my head off and run out of the room, so I casually asked her to get me a cup or glass and carefully put my laptop on the table in front of me.
Small came back with a glass and watched me catch it (bless it was scared and moved very slowly) and then in true spider catching stylie I put some card under the glass and carried the teeny tiny mouse outside and let it go in the garden.

(Mummy job done in the best way possible and Small impressed with my bravery I kicked the cat responsible for mouse catching on my way past it!)

lybxx

A Need.

I wanted to tell you about something I saw when on the way back from the 1950's at christmas. I was reminded of it yesterday.

I got on the plane at the airport. It was a 'big plane' seating around 100 people and it was pretty much full. As I looked around while seating myself and very firmly strapping myself in and getting out a newspaper to distract myself from the fact that I would be off the ground and in someone elses control and could, at any moment drop from the sky and die in a horrific downward spiral splat type fashion. .....anyway...moving on.... it struck me, as looking round that the vast majority of passengers were men. Really, there were hardly any women on board at all.

Excelent!!!!
There were the business types with their brief cases and broad sheet newspapers, working hard and probably work commuting from the past into now....(with their bank accounts clearly in the past system)
There was the men that had clearly gone back to the 1950's for christmas to see their folks and were now going back to the real world, and very clearly relieved to be out of parental control, I had heard them on their mobiles before getting on the plane talking to friends and partners about what they had done while in the 50's and how they wanted to get good and drunk and behave badly when they got back to the here and now.
And there were the ageless almost invisible type men, that would fit in anywhere without anyone, except those who love them, noticing.

Anyway, all the women on the flight were completely ignored by all these men. (bastards!!)
Every single man that I could see were staring at one woman.
Who was holding a 3 month old baby.
As I watched, it was the baby every one of the men was staring at.
It was a very pretty baby, and it did look very cute in a pale pink coat and cream tights..(thats all you could see) and the baby did grin enticingly at anyone that caught her eye, and men were putty in her hands. They were turning round and smiling at it, and nudging those who may not have seen the baby to point it out..... (really there was no need, the entire male population of the flight was staring at it!!!)

On the faces of these many men who couldnt help the mother of this baby enough and were smiling fondly at the very small person was a hunger. A yearning. A need.

It really stood out. Mostly we think that women look at babies that way. I dont think that I have ever been aware of these expressions on mens faces. Last night I was reminded of this when talking to a male friend of a friend about what they wanted from life. And he said how much he wanted children. Really wanted them. And there was that look on his face.

Maybe its not, as much as I thought, a female thing. I think it would be interesting to maybe ask more men, who dont have children, if they want them....(without sounding like I will provide them!! )...to see the expression on their faces when they answer.


lybxx

Bassetty Joy

This morning when I went downstairs to feed Stinky I could hear her, as always 'willing' me to go faster.

Her morning routine is done in double quick time (its the only time she moves fast) She goes out, she comes back in, eats so fast she burbs (niiiccceeee) and goes back out again before starting one of her many daily naps.

Not this morning.

As I opened the door I said "Look Stinky.....SNOW"


She looked up at me with an expression that could only be described as joy.

She loves loves loves snow.


She Bounded......bounded outside.

Rolling over and over making deep growly contented snow loving noises.
She dropped to her knees and pushing herself round with her back feet made heaps of snow twisting her face so that she resembled a snow Bassett.
She then 'hooffed' it into the air with her nose.

If Bassetts can grin (and I know that they can) her face was splitting.

She then trotted back in to eat her breakfast with a smug happy wiggle. I love watching her when the first snow happens each year. I forget the simple pleasure that it brings.


lybxx

Time travel

The 1950's are here!!!!!

We met in a lovely place. The Woolsey..... next to The Ritz...and much much nicer! I flew in and the head meeter and greeter just laughed as I frantically searched the heads of those eating to find the destinguishing feature of my oldest friend and her lovely, ever forgiving husband.

And there we were. For the next 5ish hours, just being, spending time....and shopping!!

....and in Blighty!!!!

It was so good that they were in my country, instead of me visiting theirs. I came away with three thoughts (I know...my brain will actually explode!)

1) The Woolsey does the best scrambled egg this side of heaven.
2) God she looked good in the suit she tried on!!!
3) I love them.



lybxx

Joy

There are many things that bring joy.

This is obviously a personal thing..... what makes you feel full of joy may make another feel slightly nauseous.

For me it is lots of things. One of the things highest on the list is spending time with those I love.

On monday I picked up Janey's children...both teenagers.... (and "cool") from where they were and took them to where they were meant to be. On the way back we were chatting and had background music on in the car.

I looked after these teenagers about 6 years ago in the summer holidays, I was "weird" (they thought I was weird!!!...and, they told me...and still do actually...that I am not a proper grown up...and they know I am just pretending to be one....out of the mouths of babes!!) enough for them to enjoy spending time with me and I loved their company. (Still do)

Anyway, as they were younger and not so "cool" they would sing unselfconciously while doing stuff...and very loudly in the car.....with Small trying to do the same (she was 3!)

Anyway, on the car journey a song came on that I like....but you have to be quite brave to sing in the company of others as its quite difficult and unless you have perfect pitch you are going to sound like a dying cat.
I turned the stereo up loud.
And demanded singing.

..... And there we were....all 4 of us...singing our hearts out....

And really laughing.

It filled me with joy for many reasons. I have known these nearly grown-ups for a long time. They are good people. They will continue to be good people all their lives. I really enjoy spending time with them. They are funny and thoughtful and inteligent and really very "cool"

....And the fact that they can still humour me enough to sing to something I have chosen (ie not cool) and take the mickey out of me the way that they do makes me feel joy.



lybxx