I am a Warrior of the light

To start my day of laughter, we got the bus,which was full and everytime a seatwas available some gentleman would tell me to sit down.
I said no, thanks, a few times,but then gave up and sat down.

Wonder if they thought I was pregnant or just saw me as an old lady!

It's always great fun every August Bank holiday.
Two days of live music, 5 stages spreaded over the city, all pubs and other venues with bands playing.

All free!

And the quality of the music is getting better and better.

Today we saw:
The Fillers
Antartic Monkeys
Razorlike
Robbing Williams
Blondie, the real one was actually there

But also each year, there is more and more people and today it was chaotic!
We managed to get to two stages and a pub where 5 guys were playing, but I don't think they knew each other!! It was a total mess AND of course the pub was empty, but I had to pee, so it was clean, hurray!

A beer selling for the £3, minimum, justifies the fact that everybody was carrying boxes of beer...mmmm...or not! I wouldn't, I carry a lil bag with money and ciggies!

Came home, run to get the bus, the only possible transport today, got in the bus, the bus broke after the first turn!
The driver said sorry, you'll have to wait for the next bus.
I said can I have my money back?
He said no, sorry, wait for the next bus.
Bah, never mind we'll walk.

And we did and arrived home dead!

What's for dinner mummy, says Al?
I don't know, whatever, order some food.
Chinese?
Yeah sure.

So Al phones the chinese place and ordered noodles with beef. I can hear her repeting the order over and over again and started laughing!

Chinese people don't understand scoucers very well, you see....

So Al suddenly passes me the phone and I had to finish the order. The woman said:

W: your order is £9.40, we only deliver for £10 minimum.
I: mmmmmmmmm, do you have dessert? Chinese pineapple, you know what I mean?
W: oh, a drink
I: No, no drink, chinese pineapple.
W: Oh, prawn crackers?
I: Yes, crackers!

Hubby and Al were pissing themselves laughing.

Mom, what's a chinese pineapple??

Oh you know, those pineapples they put in a roll and fry?

No I don't know, and nobody knows!

You hate crackers,mum!

I KNOW!! BUT, she didn't understand me either!!!

I finished the night watching "17 Again" and it is hilarious

I had a good laugh today, great

Ta ra

..., by one of the greatest groups!

It's just timeless. ALL the songs from the Eagles are brilliant and THAT is something very rare.

...to go to the airport.

It's been the highlight of my holidays:
Taking and picking people from the airport.

I'm so fucking bored. This has been the most tedious break ever!

I went to the doctor today merely because I was not sure if I still have a cervix.
And I have one
I had a hysteroctomy 3 years ago, you see, best thing I did,otherwise I'm sure I would have had a bunch of babies, I mean I miss getting child credit!

I said to the doc I was worried because my tummy is getting bigger, I didn't put any weight on... and he very nicely holded my excess flabby tummy and said, there's nothing we can do! Do you want to put on weight?
Doohhh, NO!!
Lucky bastard I don't have a gun!

Anyway I'm on antibiotic because that's what they do here. I don't know what you have but let's have some antibiotic,if the symptoms persist then we'll see.

As if there was a cure for middle life crisis.

And anyway it's Bank holiday, Mathew street festival and I will be drinking a lot on Monday,so no antibiotics just yet.

What else, I went to Marks & Spencer, all 15 miles away to buy a dessert.
And they had 2 for 1 crunchy jammy biscuits by the till,so I bought them.
And ate a pack on my way home.

I also started setting my new studio in Mon's bedroom, oopppsss.
It's okay babes, I didn't touch ANY of your belongings, just brought my easel and some paints and some canvas

But I don't feel like doing anything and I can't sleep.
So last night was time for my old friend Diazepan to get into action.

My baby daughter has been in Portugal for the past two weeks and everyday she sends me pics or tells me what she's eating, evil baby!

I also had a brilliant import/export idea, but I'm too tired to put it into practice.

I wanna move to LA.

Enough bullocks, Ta Ra

I decided to carry out a research to find out how many people are happy with their jobs and truly enjoy going to work everyday.

The reason:

I have two daughters, who I always treated like two princesses.
I always told them the sky is the limit and that they can do anything they want if they really give their all.
I always told them to follow their dreams and make them reality.
I always told them to avoid being with pessimistic people and to never, but never let anyone put them down.
I also told them that it is more important to find a job you enjoy than a job you earn loads of money,although ideally you have both

For the simple reason that you have to go to work everyday and if it makes you miserable, what's the point?

But as I get older wiser I become more and more "doubtious" of all my advice.

Because we need money. Fact.
And money brings hapiness. Fact.

And for that reason right now I would do any job, I would even be a Bank rober, if I knew I wasn't caught.

Anyway, my questions are:

1. Do you love your job?

2. Do you wake up every morning exhilarating hapiness and excited with the working day ahead?

3. Do you miss work when you are on holiday?

4. Are you happy with your salary?

5. Do you have a job because you need the money to survive or because it makes you happy?

Thanks for your cooperation

I said to our dear friend Isadora that I would lit a candle for her, as she is going to surgery soon. She has Cancer or as my family would say "something not good", because the "C" word is not allowed in their vocabulary.

She thanked me but mentioned she is 'agnostic'.
I never heard the word so I googled it.
And I found it so interesting to know that there are many types of agnosticism.

But before I copy and paste those types from Wikipedia...

My father is my idol. He is a very inteligent person and I always believed religiously in everything he told me.
And my father is an atheist.

That made me think, so when did I start believing in litting candles and praying?

And I went bank to memory lane and found the answer.

It was the day my Monica was born.

All I wanted was a child, but after 2 miscarriages I wasn't sure it would ever happen. And I did stay in bed for 9 months, to make it happen, but I still didn't want to have any hopes, until the moment she was born.

You know how people buy baby clothes, cot and choose a name for their babies?

Monica had none, because I didn't want to "jinx it".

Anyway first thing we did, when I recovered was to travel to Fatima, say Thanks to Our Lady and lit a candle.

That day I bought a figure in the Santuary and that figure is still in my house.
Now, of course dad told me that this is only a statue, a comercial piece of porcelain and means nothing.
And I know dad is right but to me it has a very special meaning.

It means your dreams can become reality.
And every night I say thanks to "Her".

I am not by any means a religious person, I never go to church and I don't agree with most of the Catholic doctrine.

But I am a devout of Our Lady of Fatima.

Thinking of you Isadora.

And now the types of agnosticism:

Agnosticism can be subdivided into several subcategories. Recently suggested variations include:

* Strong agnosticism (also called "hard," "closed," "strict," or "permanent agnosticism")

—the view that the question of the existence or nonexistence of a deity or deities and the nature of ultimate reality is unknowable by reason of our natural inability to verify any experience with anything but another subjective experience. A strong agnostic would say, "I cannot know whether a deity exists or not, and neither can you."

* Weak agnosticism (also called "soft," "open," "empirical," or "temporal agnosticism")

—the view that the existence or nonexistence of any deities is currently unknown but is not necessarily unknowable, therefore one will withhold judgment until/if any evidence is available. A weak agnostic would say, "I don't know whether any deities exist or not, but maybe one day when there is evidence we can find something out."

* Apathetic agnosticism (also called Pragmatic agnosticism)

—the view that there is no proof of either the existence or nonexistence of any deity, but since any deity that may exist appears unconcerned for the universe or the welfare of its inhabitants, the question is largely academic.[citation needed]

* Agnostic atheism

—the view of those who do not claim to know of the existence of any deity, and do not believe in any.[9]

* Agnostic theism (also called "spiritual agnosticism")

—the view of those who do not claim to know of the existence of any deity, but still believe in such an existence. Søren Kierkegaard believed that knowledge of any deity is impossible, and because of that people who want to be theists must believe: "If I am capable of grasping God objectively, I do not believe, but precisely because I cannot do this I must believe." (See Knowledge vs. Beliefs.)

* Ignosticism

—the view that a coherent definition of a deity must be put forward before the question of the existence of a deity can be meaningfully discussed. If the chosen definition isn't coherent, the ignostic holds the noncognitivist view that the existence of a deity is meaningless or empirically untestable. A.J. Ayer, Theodore Drange, and other philosophers see both atheism and agnosticism as incompatible with ignosticism on the grounds that atheism and agnosticism accept "a deity exists" as a meaningful proposition which can be argued for or against. An ignostic cannot even say whether he/she is a theist or a nontheist until a better definition of theism is put forth.[10][dubious – discuss]

Being on holiday and staying at home can be so productive and....ahem..interesting.

I was checking my myspace site, because I haven't been there for a long,long time and found some nice photos I posted years ago.

This one made me laugh, because I actually entered it on a competition that was open to celebrate Liverpool Capital of culture.

Guess what?
They did publish some of my other entries, but NOT this one!

Wonder why...

Title: "And this is Liverpool"

Copied from Isadora:

"Just a thought but why don't all you bloggers over forty years old post a photo of yourself when you were in your teens or twenties "

Well, it was quite difficult to find a pic of me not wearing a bikini, when I was 17 but I found it!

Always a poser...

What about you posting a pic looking terrified?

Here's mine and I was 13:

I've just deleted about 10 friends from my list.

The reason: They have been on my list for a long, long time but I don't think they ever read my blog as they never made a comment.

I still wish you all the best, but there's a concept for the word "friend", right?

And I was bored

...again...

So the bird flew again and here I am with that weird feeling of emptiness again...

Well, that's life I'll have to play poker with my pal...

Try it without looking at the answers.......

Please don't look down until you do it!!!

GET A CALCULATOR……OR PIECE OF PAPER

1) Pick your favorite number between 1-9

2) Multiply by 3 then

3) Add 3, then again Multiply by 3 (I'll wait while you get the calculator....)

4) You'll get a 2 or 3 digit number….

5) Add the digits together

x
x
x
x
x
x
x
x
x
x
x
x
x
x
x

Now with that number see who your ROLE MODEL is from the list below:

1. Einstein

2. William Shakespeare

3. Abraham Lincoln

4. Helen Keller

5. Bill Gates

6. Gandhi

7. George Washington

8. Thomas Edison

9. Miza Tavares

10. Martin Luther King

x
x
x
x

I know....

I just have that effect on people.....

One day you too can be like me....

Believe it!

P.S.

Stop picking different numbers.

I am your idol, just deal with it!!!!

But I'm so sorry... you are not invited!

Just me and my Sweety

It's almost 9 years since my mum's mother died.
But that day is so fresh in my memory, it feels like it was yesterday.
And I still cry when I think of her.

"Avo Jesuina", was the most wonderful person I've known.
She loved me unconditionally and the feeling was reciprocal.

Grandma was a widow very young, my mum was only 2 years old when she lost her dad.
Grandma married again and became a widower again when mum was 14 years old.

Both the men of her life died in an accident and she never had a man again for the rest of her life.

She dedicated herself to her children, my mum and uncle, and later to her grandchildren.

But I was special. We had a mum/daughter/friend relationship. My older sister was "adopted" by dad's mum,I was "adopted" by mum's mum and my younger sister always said, she arrived too late so she had no grandma.

When I was a child my idea of holidays was to go to her house, I loved it!

When I was about 7 years old, there was a earthquake. Everybody was running like mad, panicking,but grandma (who was visiting us) just holded me and said, oh lord help us, we are going to die, but I'll die happy because I have my darling in my arms.

She was a very little woman and I had the habit of always run to her arms everytime. Until I grew up and it become impossible, but I still ran.

Along the years she spend her little spare money buying my trousseau (oh yes, that is still part of our culture!).

When I got married, I didn't need to buy bed sheets for many, many years!

I always visited her, even with my busy life and if something was not well with her health, my mum would tell me and I would drive at 130 mph ( I had a good car, alright?) to get to hers and do all I could do.

Then one day I moved to Brazil and pardon me all the rest of the family, she was the person I missed the most.

During my 7 year stay in Brazil, our contact was little, but I knew how she was. And as it happens when people get older, she became ill, nobody told me precisely what was wrong with her, I found out later she had Parkinson disease.

Initially my mum took her home, but she told me she couldn't take care of her.
I was mad at mum for a while, because the idea of my grandma staying in a care home was unthinkable! How dared she, after all the love and care her mum dedicated her!

In 2000 I returned to Portugal and stayed in my sisters house.

And I went to this horrible care home to visit grandma. I was warned that she lost her memory and wouldn't recognize me.

When I saw her sitting on an armchair with a thingy around her waist to prevent her from "running away", I cried so much I can't describe it.
And I stayed there on my knees with my arms around her, holding her tight.

Her voice was very low but oh yes, she knew who I was, so well!
And then she begged me: Take me with you to your house.

And I burst into more tears and told her, that's all I wanted to do, but right now I don't have a house! (hubby was already in England and we moved a few months later).

I said, may Our Lady of Fatima help you. And she answered, may she take me.

A few days later she passed away.

Her funeral was one the saddest days of my life.

All the family was there and every single person, and I mean everyone would come to me and say: She was just waiting for you to go in peace.

I kissed her and said goodbye.

And I know she's with me, call me nuts, but I feel her presence far too often, even thought I don't actually believe in that stuff.

Love you forever avo Jesuina.

Okay I don't remember posting 3 times in one day, but I have to, today!

I just used ebay to SELL an item for the first time!!

Of course I have 100% positive feedback but that is because I'm a great buyer, LOL

This may be the beginning of a new career!

So, check it out, or not !

http://cgi.ebay.co.uk/Pale-Pink-High-heels-shoes-3-36_W0QQitemZ180396698770QQcmdZViewItemQQptZWomen_s_Shoes?hash=item2a007b2c92&_trksid=p3286.c0.m14

It's amazing how marketing can mess with people's heads, but ouch, is this a statement calling your customers stupid?

Or who wrote that needs to go back to primary school?

On the small print it says the offer ends on the 25.08.09, so hurry up!

I'm still not happy with it, but I find myself in a "whatever mood", so for the time being, this is my new fireplace.

Anyone interested, I will paint you one, the price is £400 + travelling expenses.

Just don't want to take any more chances, you know what I mean (if you are a blogfriend).

Oli assumes everytime I pick the camera is to photograph HIM!

So, after inumerous attempts of get off my way Oli, here's the result.
(which I'm sure I will change in a near future)

You have only yourself to blame!

It's just too much and I'm vomiting with disgust.
When is this circus going to stop??

Physically sick, after reading this:

Girl's meningitis death probed after swine flu diagnosis

Health bosses are investigating whether a two-year-old girl who died from suspected meningitis was wrongly diagnosed with swine flu.
The parents of Georgia Keeling from Norwich claim paramedics "diagnosed her before even looking at her" and gave Tamiflu before her condition worsened and she died in hospital.
News of her death comes after it emerged at least one call centre for the Government's National Flu Pandemic Service for England was employing 16-year-olds, sparking concern about the inexperience of staff.
The parents of Georgia, died at the Norfolk and Norwich University Hospital on Tuesday, said they were twice told her symptoms sounded like swine flu before she was finally taken to hospital.
Their local health centre first said Georgia probably had swine flu and advised them to call the swine flu helpline which said she had only one of the symptoms and suggested that they should call NHS Direct.
NHS Direct then advised them to take the little girl to hospital only if her temperature rose above 40 degrees C but, an hour later, Georgia's condition worsened and her mother called an ambulance.
A paramedic who arrived first said it sounded like Georgia had swine flu and so the ambulance would not come out.
Georgia's mother Tasha Keeling was given Calpol and Tamiflu and told to put Georgia to bed, the girl's father said.
An hour later, her worried mother called for an ambulance again and Georgia was taken to hospital where she died.
A hospital spokesman said the suspected cause of death was meningitis. Sources said the investigation into the little girl's death would look into all aspects of her care - including the possibility that she may have been wrongly diagnosed as having swine flu.

Okay, I'm still in transe with my paintings, but as I was looking for something in an old box, look what I found!

She started playing the guitar very young and is that Nutella I can see on her face??

And I am running away and hiding, hopefully I will survive and come back!

ART IN PROGRESS

Listening to this and more stuff like this

My August life throught the years. Where I was and where I am.

The pics are in cronogical order starting in 1965 until now.
Now being the last almost 9 years.

Far away from ideal, but still very beautiful, if it wasn't for the sea temperature:

And this is the closest I can get now:

Okay, I am oficially depressed.