I'd cross my fingers

that this works but as I'll explain later, that is a bit too sore to do just now

First let me share with you the box of gorgeousness that I received from Beki for the FRIENDS swap. I'm hoping the pictures come out in order.















Aren't I a lucky lucky girl? :)
Thank you sooo much Beki I really do feel spoiled.

And now for the reason why typing and all things finger related are a problem for me just now.






I slipped at work last wednesday and seriously banged my poor finger. It is still very very sore and swollen and I guess I should get it checked out but there just never seems to be enough time to go and sit in A+E for several hours.

So you think you had a bad day at work?

Rob is a commercial saturation diver for Global Divers in Louisiana. He performs underwater repairs on offshore drilling rigs. Below is an E-mail he sent to his sister. She then sent it to a radio station in Ft.Wayne, Indiana, who was sponsoring a worst job experience contest. Needless to say, she won.


Hi Cheryl,

Just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother. Last week I had a bad day at the office. I know you've been feeling down lately at work, so I thought I would share my dilemma with you to make you realize it's not so bad after all. Before I can tell you what happened to me, I first must bore you with a few technicalities of my job.

As you know, my office lies at the bottom of the sea. I wear a suit to the office. It's a wetsuit. This time of year the water is quite cool.

So what we do to keep warm is this: We have a diesel-powered industrial water heater. This $20,000 piece of equipment sucks the water out of the sea, heats it to a delightful temperature, then pumps it down to the diver through a garden hose which is taped to the air hose. Now this sounds like a darn good plan, and I've used it several times with no complaints.

What I do, when I get to the bottom and start working, is take the hose and stuff it down the back of my wetsuit. This floods my whole suit with warm water. It's like working in a Jacuzzi.
Everything was going well until all of a sudden, my bum started to itch.
So, of course, I scratched it. This only made things worse. Within a few seconds my bum started to burn! I pulled the hose out from my back, but the damage was done. In agony
I realized what had happened. The hot water machine had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped it into my suit.

Now, since I don't have any hair on my back, the jellyfish couldn't stick to it. However, the crack of my bum was not as fortunate. When I scratched what I thought was an itch, I was actually grinding the
jellyfish into the crack of my bum. I informed the dive supervisor of my dilemma over the communicator. His instructions were unclear due to the fact that he, along with five other divers, were all laughing
hysterically. Needless to say I aborted the dive.

I was instructed to make three agonizing in-water decompression stops totalling thirty-five minutes before I could reach the surface to begin my chamber dry decompression. When I arrived at the surface, I was wearing nothing but my brass helmet. As I climbed out of the water, the medic, with tears of laughter running down his face, handed me a tube of cream and told me to rub it on my bum as soon as I got in the
chamber. The cream put the fire out, but I couldn't poo for two days because my bum was swollen shut.

So, next time you're having a bad day at work, think about how much worse it would be if you had a jellyfish shoved up your arse. Now
repeat to yourself, I love my job, I love my job, I love my job." Now whenever you have a bad day, ask yourself, is this a jellyfish Bad day?

May you NEVER have a jellyfish bad day

I swear they'll make me grey

Tonight I had eldest small persons parents evening specifically for Maths and English. She is sitting her exams in those subjects this year. As it is a Wednesday wee one has her swimming class so I had to rush back from that, get something cooked to feed the small people then rush out of the door to get to the school in time for my first appointment. I left big one in charge of mashing up the tatties, grabbed my keys and off I went. Both teachers gave glowing reports (as always) concerning big ones capabilities and expectations for her upcoming exams. So off I went back home with a nice warm glow knowing that I must be doing something right for her to be such a great kid.
I thought it was strange to be met by the dogs in the back garden and I could see that it was Blackpool illuminations inside the house with nearly all the lights on. It was only as I came in through the back door and big one shouted for the dogs to get out, wee one burst into tears and I could big one had plaster on plaster on plaster up her arm that I knew something bad had happened.

Wee ones latest way of expressing her annoyance with someone or something is to slam a door. We have always told the smalls that it is a dangerous thing to do, you know trapped fingers etc etc etc. Well tonight after they had finished their meal wee one had requested pudding. Big one had told her to wait until I got home as she was not sure what was for pudding and I wouldn't be long. Wee one was not placated with this and stormed out of the kitchen slamming the door behind her then for extra effect returned and slammed it once again.

Unfortunately the door out of the kitchen is one with a wooden frame and a huge glass insert. Fortunately it is safety glass so although it broke it did not shatter into a million pieces all over the place. Big one did scratch herself on the glass and once the realisation of what had happened hit home she was a bit shakey. Wee one was upset because her sister was hurt and of course she'd broken something. Big one had already given her sister the whole 'glass is dangerous' talk just before I got in and of course I gave it her again plus again with the we do NOT slam doors routine.

I took the door off its hinges straight away and thankfully everyone is ok but jeeze what a night! And no I won't be replacing the door with one with all that glass in it and why do things like this happen when him indoors is away?