So for my entry into my own Cartoon Craziness Challenge, please have a gander at my Cat in a Hat! You’ll think it’s weird, and that’s fine, because you are entitled to your own opinion. I think it’s weird, but that’s a little strange considering I drew the damn thing!
It’s kind of like a cross between, Alice in Wonderland, Top Cat and True Blood.
Think you can do better, then join in the fun HERE!
…so I’m not really relaxed, but it makes me feel better to think that I am, and there is always tomorrow.
What a weird, busy and strange two weeks it has been, I can quite honestly say that I no longer know if I am blown up or stuffed! For those of you who have no idea what this means, googling will not help, I just tried it. You’ll just have to believe me when I tell you that at the minute I don’t know which way is up.
It’s been a roller coaster. I get up and go about my daily routine, only these days I am not at my own desk, I have none of my things and I am doing a job that is not yet even mine. It’s totally weird and a little disconcerting. Imagine how it must feel for the lady who is having to train me, she doesn’t even want to go.
I have been enjoying the challenge though. I like it when my brain is occupied and not just ticking away on normal hum drum of everyday life. New things to learn require concentration, which requires brain power, which requires time, which in a weird way makes the day go faster. If only I could get rid of the queasy feeling in my stomach that increases the closer we get to Friday, the day when my counterpart goes on holiday for 3 weeks, then it would be all good!
Having been thrown a little out of routine this last week or so, has resulted in me feeling slightly off balance. I wouldn’t have said prior to this that I was someone who liked life being structured, but I am realising that in fact I like order a lot more than I like chaos. I cannot remember if I was always this way, but it seems to be the direction in which I am now headed.
I’ve been thinking about my blogs….again. A lack of time, on my part, has meant that poor May has not been out anywhere in ages. That started me wondering if I should just move her back to this blog, so she can blend into all the other insanity that sometimes happens here. Any thoughts?
I’m hoping as things start to settle down that I will be able to get myself into more of a routine. I had hoped with my Aunt visiting that I would have had more free time, but just the way things have been, it’s not yet worked out. No one’s fault, it’s just the way it is. On the plus side, it’s been great for my Mum to have some company and they are rubbing along nicely listening to music and looking at old photographs.
That I am afraid, is all I have to give. I’m practically falling asleep at the keyboard. No doubt when I have my shower I’ll wake up again, although I hope not, because I could do with an early night!
A little while back I met a crazy woman, most of you already know her, but for those of you who don’t, she goes by the name of Mental Mama, and is the brains behind Mental in the Midwest, a rather amusing blog that would be a great addition to your reader.
Anyways, she was starting this project for July called 7 weeks of weird and I, thinking that it would be a great idea, said I’d be as a game as a badger for that particular challenge. I commented, she commented, I commented some more and so did she. Copious amount of following ensued and we’ve been blog buddies ever since.
The truth is, I then forgot all about the challenge until she posted a reminder on her blog. I then forgot about it all over again, because lets face it, the inside of my head is a minefield at present and could go off at any time. Thankfully, Not a Punk Rocker has a better memory and reminded me with her post today.
If you would like to check out and join in with the 7 weeks of weird, then click on the picture to be taken to the information page :)
Weirdest food/food combination you like that everyone else thinks is nasty
Everyone loves beans right, and by that I mean those of the baked bean variety. Little orange coloured nuggets, draped in a tomatoey sauce, that provide a source of both fibre and fart power. What’s not to love.
Beans are great when teamed with bread, or better still toast. However when I started to add cheese into the mix way back when, the folks in work were horrified. They thought it was a weird combination. I personally thought it was bloody great and ate it at every opportunity.
Fast forward 5 years and cheesy beans is now a favourite of many people. In fact you can even get them in a tin.
The second weird combination that had everyone in a dither was boiled rice and cauliflower cheese. You see, when you say it together like that, it really doesn’t make any sense at all, but for some strange reason it tickled my tastebuds, the bland taste of the rice being lifted by the slight tang of the cheese. I actually haven’t had that in a while and I’m not even sure I would like it anymore myself, so there is only one way to find out.
Looks like tomorrow nights tea is sorted. Give it a go, you know you want to!
The above picture actually looks a little like how I did on Tuesday of this week. I had to make an appearance for a meeting, which falls under the remit of the new job. I wore a pink shirt. Let me tell you that again in case you missed it, I wore a pink shirt! Now you’ll probably not understand how much of a big deal this is for me, but it really seriously is, on a huge scale. Lets just say than when I wear anything other than black, every fecking person on the planet seems to notice. I felt self conscious and uncomfortable the whole day, but I am going to have to suck it up and get used to it, cos this will have to be the new normal!
Speaking of clothes, I was rather excited when I got an e-mail to say that the clothes store I favour was having a 50% off sale. I’m still on the lookout for a few more work shirts etc, now that I know for sure I am moving. You can imagine my disappointment when after 30 minutes of trawling I found out that the only things still in stock, in my size, are a pair of socks! I’ve heard of fur coat and no knickers, I’m just not sure how well, all socks and no suit would go down with the new boss.
I’ve jumped on the Bloglovin bandwagon. I’d signed up ages ago, but just never got around to doing anything with it. In all honesty I’ve still not done anything with it except follow a few friends. I like the idea that you can add any blog you wish, regardless of whether they have signed up or not. Well at least I think that’s how it works.
I’m glad I’ve found it, because I’ve been having a problem with the wordpress reader for a while. It seems to only show me 20 new posts and no more, so I’ve been missing quite a few. I’ve switched a couple of the photography blogs I follow over to Bloglovin, as due to the volume of posts they were dominating my reader. So don’t panic, I’m still stalking you :)
Last night on arriving home I was ready to commit murder! You’ll be aware from my recent posts (if you actually read them!) that I have spent the last 3 weekends getting the house ready for my Aunts visit. Things were looking up, and my stress levels had almost returned to an acceptable level. Walking into the house last night changed all of that, I really did resemble this:
I said nothing, not a word, and believe me, that’s when I am at my most deadly. I did however bang pots and pans and sigh a lot, because although some arguments are just not worth pursuing, there is still a need to show disapproval.
The Mothership had started to tidy the good room, which over the course of the last year has become her new dumping ground, since the upstairs room was at that stage pretty much full to bursting. Let me translate ‘tidy’ for you, in this house it means carry the stuff from said room you wish to cleanse and dump the shite it contains onto any available surface that has been previously cleared and decluttered. When I calmed down, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to cry or bang my head repeatedly off a brick wall. In the end I did neither, I had a shower, a strong coffee, loaded GTA V and basically shot the shit out of anything that moved. Weirdly, I did feel a little more relaxed come bed time.
Needless to say I have another weekend of cleaning in front of me, more than likely revisiting places I have already done. Gotta love Dementia, if you don’t laugh, you’ll cry.
Finally…….
It seems my Sister, after reading my blog, has been practicing her Haiku skills. Her first attempt certainly made me laugh, so I just had to share it. Here is her Haiku of the day –
Sitting on the train
Enveloped in a fart cloud
Of my own making.
My thoughts and prayers are with the families of those on the Northern Ireland Railways Belfast Departure who may not make it home alive, unless of course they had the foresight to pack a gas mask this morning.
Happy Hump Day Eejits :) x
It’s probably not the warmest day ever, but seriously, it feels like it is! I am melting and by 3 o’clock this afternoon there is a very strong possibility I will have been reduced to nothing more than a puddle on the floor! If there is one thing I don’t do very well, it’s sunshine!
I’m the person that comes to work everyday with a coat, as with our weather and the fact that I travel by public transport, you have to be prepared for every eventuality. In the old days on the train the heating used to be on 24/7 in the summer, but not in the winter. There were no windows to open, so it was like crowding a hundred people into a cardboard box and setting them beside a radiator. Thankfully these days the new trains have air conditioning, meaning conditions are a little more comfortable.
Warm weather isn’t really conducive to working either. I am sure that my employers would be reluctant to pay me for lying in a heap on the floor, suffering from the effects of heat exhaustion. The new office motto would fast become ‘Keep er cool and Keep er lit!’.
The worst thing about warm weather, without a doubt, would have to be heat rash! For the months between June to September, and sometimes longer I am speckled on certain parts of my body with little red dots, usually from hand to elbow and ankle to knee. It makes me feel a little self conscious about wearing anything with a shorter leg, imagine if someone were to sit down, pull out a pen and start to join the dots, would certainly save me ever having to get a tattoo, although I doubt it would be as artistic.
Hay fever is another one, although I appear to be blessed with it all year round. I am luckier than some however, as I don’t yet seem to suffer from the streaming eyes and runny nose. For me it’s nausea, itching eyes and a feeling like someone syringed cotton wool into my ears during the night, effectively filling my head full of fuzz. I never had hay fever until I was in my 30’s. They say that your blood changes every 7years, some ailments go or change, and some new ones appear. I’m hoping that one of these days the hay fever leaves as quickly as it arrived.
Apart from all that, isn’t summer a glorious time of the year. The long days, birds singing, the smell of fresh cut grass in the air, sand between your toes and the smell of the sea as the nights turn cooler.
Schools will finish soon, and no doubt there will be rain, there usually is when the kids finish for summer break, so instead of complaining perhaps I should suck it up and continue to make hay while the sun shines, so to speak! Assuming I don’t actually melt before then.
For those of you who liver in warmer climes, how the hell do you stick it!
Previously on The Misadventures of May Dupp – Wicked Weekend Part One.
It was a good time for the firemen to show up, because I was definitely feeling hot hot hot. I’m not sure what the female version of testosterone is, but if it exists it was coursing through my veins, either that or my blood pressure was through the roof.
Onda, on seeing the starstruck look on my face had finally followed my gaze and was draped over the table practically drooling. Even Billy and Seamus had a look of awe about them.
No one seemed to know what event had brought the firemen to the Wicky Digit in the first place. Onda convinced they were strip-a-grams was at this point sidling across the bar clapping and shouting ‘off off off’. Knuckles was coming at them from a different angle, balling his fists and shouting ‘out out out’, clearly not amused that the object of his affection was diverting her attention elsewhere.
Knuckles: What are you boys here for?
Hot Fireman: We’ve had a report of a gas leak.
Knuckles: Well that’s kinda funny considering we don’t have any gas.
Hot Fireman: The smell is coming from the rear of the building.
Knuckles: That’s the toilet area. How do you know it’s gas?
Hot Fireman: A passerby reported an eggy smell coming through the open window. That could mean you have a leak.
Knuckles: But I just told you, we don’t have any gas.
It was at this point that old Joe at the bar started laughing so hard we all thought he was going to have a fit. Everyone turned their gaze in his direction waiting for him to calm down enough to be able to tell us exactly what it was that was so amusing.
Joe: That’s……no…..ahahaha…….gas leak.
Stepping forward to catch Joe just as he was about to pitch off his bar stool onto the floor Knuckles enquired what he was on about.
Joe: That’s probably Bert…..oh my sides.
Knuckles: Flat cap Bert?
Joe: The very same.
Knuckles: So yer telling me flat cap Bert is in the toilets sniffing gas?
Joe: No you dopey sod………
Joe again burst into a fit of laughing, that turned into wheezing, that turned into a fit of coughing. Too many years on the roll ups had rendered him incapable of continuing with his story.
Unsure what was going on and scared of missing something, the remaining patrons in the bar headed single file towards to toilet block. As we rounded the corner the smell hit us like a tidal wave and there was a collective “eughhh” from the gathering.
Knuckles being the first in line, basically because everyone had pushed him forward, turned to Onda who was next in line and told her to ask Sandy the bar man to turn on the toilet extractor fans. Onda, being inquisitive by nature asked why they had not already been on, and Knuckles informed her it was due to a possible fault with wiring, but to be sure not to let the firemen know that particular nugget of information.
Onda quite willingly I believe, left her place of second in line and headed towards the bar. A heated muffling could be heard and then she retraced her steps back towards Knuckles.
Knuckles: What did he say?
Onda: He’s not a bit happy about it, he asked if you knew what you were doing.
Knuckles: And how did you answer that one?
Onda: I said usually you haven’t a fecking clue but at the minute no one else has any other bright ideas.
Knuckles: Geez, thanks very much.
Onda: He also said on your own head be it. What the heck does he mean by that?
Suddenly out of nowhere came a noise like someone hacking at metal with a chainsaw. A few fizzes, bangs and pops were heard and next thing the we know, the Wicky Digit has been plunged into darkness.
Flat Cap Bert: What the f*ck is going on out there, what have you buggers done?
Knuckles: Keep calm Bert, the fire brigade are here, they think there might be a gas leak in the bathroom.
Flat Cap Bert: There’s a gas leak all right, my Beryl gave me duck eggs for breakfast this morning and I’d done nothing but fart ever since. You can tell your firemen there’s no danger, the only gas leaking in here is from my backside.
Everyone started to laugh, even the firemen, onto one of whom Onda was hanging for dear life citing a sudden fear of the dark.
Flat Cap Bert: I’ll be out in a jiffy, only some feckers turned the lights out so I’m going to have to light a match to see where the door is.
At this point everything seemed to go in slow motion as one of the Firemen started a run up to the toilet door, he was trying to shout something, but owing to the previously mentioned fact of the cinematic slow motion he was unable to finish his sentence. He had just spoken the words “tell him not to light a”………when there was a loud bang from the toilets……”match”.
Everything went silent, even Joe had stopped laughing. You could have heard a pin drop. No one wanted to be the first to enter the toilets to enquire after Berts wellbeing. Just as the merits of playing Rock, Paper, Scissors was being debated, the sound of shuffling footsteps could be heard approaching.
Knuckles: Bert, is that you?
Flat Cap Bert: Aye.
At that moment Bert rounded the corner, looking a little worse for wear. His normally dapper appearance had changed to disheveled and his hair was smoking and standing on end, clearly visible through the tattered remains of his flat cap. in fact he looked like he was going to break down and cry at any minute.
Knuckles: You ok Bert?
Flat Cap Bert: You know, the Mrs only gave me them eggs in an attempt to clear up me constipation, well it worked, cos I’ve just scared the shite clean outta myself.
All we could do was laugh.
The only drink taken in the pub that night was cups of tea, but the craic was mighty. Even Bert was laughing in the end, and we even had a whip round to get him a new cap.
I’m not a big fan of birthdays, I mean why would I be, every year it’s just a reminder that I am getting older.
For years my folks used to forget the big day, not because they were evil, but because it was close to the date of their anniversary and therefore easy to mix up. My sister though never forgot and always made up for it. As you get older the novelty wears off and it becomes like any other day. My friend was horrified that I said I was going to be doing housework on the night of my birthday, but it’s just like a normal day for me. Despite having offers of having a ‘carry-out’ tea I opted to stay home and cook, I’d already been out once this week and had a chippy lunch, so I fancied something simple and quick.
I don’t like fuss, it makes me feel uncomfortable, run in, wish me Happy Birthday and run out, that’s the best kind of greeting there is. The Tinsel Twit has been teasing me all week about having a party and I have to say I was starting to sweat a little. Worse than that though was the fact that she told everyone who came into the office it was my 50th, and not one person was nice enough to question her. Clearly I need to spend some of my birthday money on anti wrinkle cream!
I went in this morning to banners and balloons and it made me smile, because I realised that was why my co worker had been so keen for me to leave the night before. Once everyone had arrived I received a goody bag which contained stationary (swoon), age resistant moisturiser (fair enough) and a gift voucher. There was also a mini slinky, a little skateboard and a stress baseball. My colleagues know me so well.
Just when I though the day could not get any better, one of my other colleagues asked if I wanted to go for a ‘scoot’ which over here means a drive in the car. I was a little perturbed as my chips (fries) had been ordered and were on their way from shop to my greedy and open gob. My colleague however was very insistent saying he was not going to ask again, and then the penny dropped, and I clapped like a seal, bouncing up and down while repeating ‘You brought your convertible didn’t you’. I’ve never been in a car with no roof before and it’s been on my wish / bucket list for a while, so you can imagine I was as happy as a bee. The wind whipping though my hair, a big smile on my face and flies stuck between my teeth, well come on, this is real life, nothing is ever perfect.
Home time comes and after the tea has been made for ‘The ships’ and the floors mopped it’s up the stairs to yet another voucher from Monkey and a couple of goody boxes from Lee.
I’m in love with the cup with my website name on it and also the little key ring. He’d got me one before when the site was called The Geeky G4mer and I had considered getting myself a new one, now I don’t have too. Udders also got me a Starbucks mug for my collection, so I will be spending the weekend sipping in style.
All in all as birthday’s go, this has been a good one, so no complaints here. My intention would be to finish the night with some GTA with Nugs, assuming he has not fallen asleep in front of his TV.
Happy Friday one and all, as it’s my birthday I request that you hug stranger in celebration of the fact, however should they look in anyway dangerous, just move on and hug a lamp post or a tree!
What if you could tell anyone that you were thankful for them or something they had done to make a difference in your life?
Here’s the thing, there are a lot of people in my life (outside of my blog) who I am both extremely thankful for and to. If I were to list them all, it would be the longest post in history and you would be asleep by the second paragraph. Names and incidents would hold no meaning for you, so therefore would not hold your interest.
So lets see if this does:
Dear Indecisive Eejit,
I know you were previously known as ‘The Geeky G4mer’ but I’m pretty sure everyone has forgotten about that now, we have all come to love your new name, it seems to suit you better.
Thanks for coming along when you did, you were just in the nick of time to save me from the brink of insanity. I think I’d gotten a little bit lost along the way and you helped to give me focus and direction. You pushed me and with your guidance I have been able to achieve things I never thought would be possible.
I’m not known for sticking at hobbies or pastimes, I’ll try it for a while, but usually when the going gets tough I bail out. You were smart though, you had a way to combat that and keep me interested. You brought some amazing people to help me, who added their hands to yours and assisted with lifting my spirits.
Every like and comment, whether it be from followers or strangers is like a little pat on the back, urging me forward, keeping me going. Followers are like a shake of the hand. They mean business, they want to stick around. They acknowledge your crazy traits, but still love you anyway. Mind you, you brought me some right loopy ones yourself, but I like that.
You’ve reminded me that reading can be fun and informative. I’ve discovered people with similar problems to my own, who but despite it all remain upbeat and a positive influence for others.
I’m learning every day, geography made easy, just by figuring out where people live. Language, through reading and observing translations. Art appreciation, through photographs and cartoons and even writing. The broadening of my musical horizons and much much more. I would never have managed all this on my own.
I might not get time everyday to like or comment on every post I read, for some posts there is nothing to be added, but I do try and keep up with everything as much as I can.
I’m thankful every day that I have you, even though I might not get to see you every day. You’ve been good for me, you’re helping me find my funny.
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, to you, and all those other wonderful people you introduce me to everyday…you’re amazing!!
Juls x
Prompted by the Okay, What if? weekly challenge, which can be found here! (there is also a link in the side bar)
I’m still trying to think of names for my blog. I’ve decided that I probably will change, but I’m not going to until I have a name I really like and am going to be content with, although Lee says that is an impossible task. We shall see.
It’s actually really hard to think of names to describe yourself, I wanted Weirdly Wonky, because it’s where the little bit of humour I have comes from. Until I came here and met you lot, I thought I was the only one, but now I have realised that everyone is deliciously wonky in their own way and it’s amazing, I finally feel like I fit in somewhere :)
Another name that is in the pipeline is The Eejit Express, I’m just not sure I want Eejit in my title. That said it means pretty much the same as Weirdly Wonky, so whats the difference. Eejit Evolution was considered and quickly discarded, others I considered were already taken.
You’d think coming from Norn Ireland with out unusual dialect that I would be able to think of something, I mean where else in the world but here would you consider it a compliment when someone shouts across a car park at you that you’re not right in the head.
I’ve been called many things in my life time, not all of them good either. My particular favourite would have to be, when I was told I was ‘as mad as a box of frogs’, again a compliment, because I was obviously in full flight. Sadly it’s already taken so it can’t be my new blog name.
So here’s the thing, you have 3 words and can have anything you want, it doesn’t matter if the name is already taken, we’re only playing a game….I had to pick this one, it’s really hard to play either Operation or Buckaroo over a blog, anyone ever tried? Anyway, where was I, oh yes, in three worlds, describe yourself in a blog title?
I pick Weirdly Wonderfully Wonky for mine, because over the years I have become quite fond of my quirky little brain and I do mean little!
It’s Saturday afternoon and Billy and Seamus are sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of tea whilst keeping on eye on the football:
Billy: Did you ever in yer life hear so much fuss about fecking Batman.
Seamus: You mean about the fact thon fella from Daredevil is playing him?
Billy: Aye, the Bat Geeks are not a happy bunch just now.
Seamus: What do you think our names would be if we were super heroes?
Billy: (Laughing) Well you’d definitely be Twatman.
Seamus: Oh ha ha ya fecking genius, when I cuff you one round the lugs you’ll be Throbin!!
The Indecisive Eejit 