Musings From The Chair

Yes, at 6.15pm this evening (hardresser's stay open late these days) I will have at least 10 inches cut off my hair. I'm hoping it's going to be more like this to this:

Than this to this:

This is cool, but also rather disturbing. The Britney one is my favourite.

Hello,

Thought I'd write a post. Mainly been up to starting Mignon (ssh - you know the blog) and Orangeblossom has done most of the work, I have to say (hubster had another engagement with an Indian sunset aparently).

Where would you rather be?

I now have installed not one but TWO new assitants, and am I glad I have them - we're full of work until Christmas and beyond! Just goes to show I was doing the work of three people (ahem). One of them is American and has invited me to her friend's Thanksgiving dinner on Saturday night in Glasgow. Wow! I have never been to a Thanksgiving dinner and I have been asked to 'bring a dessert and some beverages'. It's a shame I can't stay the night somewhere, but I'm looking forward to a big feed. What is a good Thanksgiving desert?

I'm going to have a busy week-end. I've offered to help a friend with his research stuff at a fieldwalking site at a place called Cousland in East Lothian on Saturday (eek!) organised by these guys - almost panicked him by saying I couldn't bring my survey equipment to set it all up, but I have found a solution. I hope I didn't stress him out, I do worry about his stress levels.

My anger has subsided since leaving work and discovering yet more incompetences by the accounts department. Man, I was fuming. Hopefully I will have calmed down tomorrow and it will either end up with one of two things. Everything getting sorted, or a bloody mess on the floor of the accounts office. These are matters which don't affect me, but a team member quite badly. And I look after my team like a tiger mother!

Anyways. Time to do a mignon (sh) post.

Take care,

Gil xx

Or this country run by a bunch of incompetent buffoons?

Full story here.

Your MP3 Life

 I did see this on someone’s blog a few months ago, so it’s not my idea, but a good bit of fun nevertheless, so thanks to that person, whoever you are.

The rules: Get out your MP3 player and select the random function. Now click next to every one of these statements about your ‘MP3’ life.  Write it down below the statement. How true is it??? Spooky stuff...

Waning: be prepared for everyone to take the piss out of you for your music tastes.

 

Being Born

All I Ask Of You – Sara Brightman & Cliff Richard

First memory

Donegan’s Gone – Mark Knopfler

First day at school

Into The Groove - Madonna

High School

All I Gave – World Party

First boyfriend

Right Now – Emmy Lou Harris

The Parents

Everybody Love’s A Loser – Morcheeba

Leaving Home

Fame – Irene Cara

First Love

Crazy Faith – Alison Krauss & Union Station

Getting married

A Little Too Late – Delta Goodrem

The Kids

The Boy Who Couldn’t Hoe Corn - Alison Krauss & Union Station

My life, my career

Thank You Very Much – The Kaiser Chiefs

Getting Older

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! - Abba

The mid-life crisis

God On My Side – World Party

The retirement Home

Thank You For The Music - Abba

Well, that was me

Dignity – Deacon Blue

Hello. Here is my google images meme (answer the question in Google Images and choose an image from the first screen).

1. How old will you be on your next birthday?

2. A place you'd like to travel to?

3. Your favourite place?

4. Your favourite object?

5. Your favourite food?

6. Your favourite animal?

7. Your favourite colour?

8. The town in which you were born?

9. The town in which you live?

10. The name of a past pet?

11. The name of a past love?

12. My nickame?

13. My first name?

14. My middle name?

15. My last name?

16. A bad habit?

17. My first job?

18. My grandmother's name(s)?

Mother's side

Father's side

19. The subject I majored in?

20. What do you think of the person you copied this meme off?

Should have put this one up at Halloween

Anthem For Doomed Youth

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
    Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
   Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
  Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,-
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
  And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

What candles may be held to speed them all?
   Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
  The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.

Wilfred Owen 1893 - 1918

Take an arty photo: