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St Georges Day
Apr 23, 2008 | 8:50AM

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There is a forgotten,

nay almost forbidden word,

which means more to me than any other.

That word is ENGLAND.

(Sir Winston Churchill)

 

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Rose Of England

Grown in one land alone,

Where proud winds have blown;

There's not a flow'r

Born of the show'r

Braver than England's own.

Though gales of winter blow

Piercing hail and snow,

Shining she stays,

Bright as in days of yore,

Old England's pride still blossoms fresh on England's shore.

Rose of England,

thou shalt fade not here,

Proud and bright from rolling year to year.

Red shall thy petals be as rich wine untold

Shed by thy warriors who served thee of old.

Rose of England,

breathing England's air,

Flower of Chivalry beyond compare;

While hand and heart endure to cherish thy prime,

Thou shalt blossom to the end of Time.

(Words by Christopher Hassall)

 

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Southampton cruise capital of the UK
Apr 07, 2008 | 2:27PM

I live in Southampton, England, known as Cruise Capital of the UK.

One of the cruise liner berths is just across the way from my house so I often look out my lounge window to the sight of a cruise liner, just home from a voyage or about to embark on the next one. I love to think of all those lucky people who have just disembarked with all those lovely memories to cherish and of those about to embark on a wonderful adventure. ...........

P&O Ventura arrives in Southampton April 6th 2008

Ventura 

(This is a picture I took of the Ventura as it berthed)

Southampton welcomed the city's latest luxury cruise ship to her home port for the first time yesterday.

Exactly a week earlier Ventura had left the Italian shipyard, where she was built, bathed in warm spring sunshine but her arrival in Southampton could not have been more different as snow flurries and a bitingly cold wind swept across the Solent and Southampton Water.

At one point the snow was so thick that the huge white vessel totally disappeared only to dramatically emerge into view again as she passed Calshot on the final leg of her voyage to Southampton.

The weather may have been cold but Ventura could not have been given a more warmer reception by her home port with hundreds of people, all anxious to see the world's newest supership, braving the chilly temperatures at every vantage point along Southampton Water.

As Ventura passed the Eastern Docks she received an emotional, if noisy greeting from another of P&O Cruises' Southampton based cruise ships, Aurora.  As the two vessels passed close by one another each sounded a series of deep, booming blasts that echoed across the city as Aurora's crew members lined the decks to wave and have a first glimpse of Ventura.

By the time Ventura passed Mayflower Park breaks had appeared in the overcast sky and the sun came out to brighten the spectacular sight of the 115,000-ton ship, that soars more than 200 feet above the waves, slowly turn and ease herself alongside the berth that will be her home throughout future decades.

Over the coming days anyone leaving or entering Southampton, to and from the west of the city, will have the remarkable dominating the skyline as she prepares to enter service.

The high-spot of Ventura's inaugural events comes on Wednesday, April 16 when Oscar-winning actress, Dame Helen Mirren, officially names the ship in a glittering quayside ceremony followed by reception and gala charity dinner on board the ship, which is due to leave on her maiden Mediterranean voyage on Friday, April 18.

Ventura, the biggest cruise ship ever built specifically for British passengers, can accommodate up to 3,600 passengers and nearly 900 of her cabins have private balconies.

(Taken from an article in the Southampton Daily Echo - 7.4.08)

(Snow is rare in Southampton, but to have some in April when we are all welcoming the start of spring was a real surprise!)

Ventura (Not taken by me!)

 

Southampton is also well known because it was the Port RMS Titanic sailed from ........

The 96th anniversary of the sinking of the RMS Titanic

Titanic - Southampton remembers                                

At 11.40pm on the 14th April 1912 RMS Titanic struck an iceberg near Newfoundland in the North Atlantic.

At 12.20am on the 15th April the crew was given the order to send away women and children in the ship’s lifeboats.

Titanic sank at 2.20am on the 15th April.

Of the 1523 people that lost their lives 549 came from Southampton. The disaster, which made headlines across the world, had a devastating effect on the people of Southampton.

Titanic Titanic memorial

.... Yet another new super-liner, Independence of the Seas, is due in Port on 25th April

 

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my girls :0)
Dec 22, 2007 | 3:49PM
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The three most wonderful Dad's on Fathers Day
Jun 16, 2007 | 4:07PM

Smiley In celebration and honour of the three most wonderful Dad's in my world Smiley

My Dad 

My Husband, Dad to my three children 

My father-in-law 

 

 

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Cleaning
Jun 10, 2007 | 4:55PM

I asked the Lord to tell me
Why my house is such a mess.
He asked if I'd been 'computering',
And I had to answer "yes."


He told me to get off my bum
And tidy up the house.
And so I started cleaning up...
The smudges off my mouse.

I wiped and shined the topside.
That really did the trick...
I was just admiring my work..
I didn't mean to 'click.'

But click, I did, and oops I found
A real absorbing site
That I got SO way into.
I was into it all night.

Nothing's changed except my mouse
It's very, very shiny.
I guess my house will stay a mess...
While I sit here on my hiney.

 

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Missing child - MADELEINE MCCANN
May 30, 2007 | 4:32PM

Please Pass this email on to everyone in your address book and they reckon it could cover 80% of the world's inboxes in 2 weeks.

Madeleine's Eye Holds Vital Clue

 

Updated: 18:00, Saturday May 12, 2007

 

Madeleine McCann's family believe a new picture of the missing four-year-old could play a vital role in the search for her.

 

The photo of the youngster shows clearly the her distinctive right eye, where the pupil runs into the blue-green iris.

 

The new poster of Madeleine

 

The new poster of Madeleine

 

It is this distinguishing mark that will identify Madeleine to those on the lookout for her, according to aunt and uncle John and Diane McCann.

 

The Glasgow couple aim to distribute the appeal poster, which features the Crimestoppers telephone number, as far afield as they can.

 

 

Family friend Andrew Renwick told Sky News that support for the search had been "overwhelming" and her family were extremely grateful.

 

Her right eye

 

Her right eye

 

Mrs McCann said: "The purpose of the poster is to highlight the distinction in Madeleine's eye.

 

"We want to make the most of it, because we know her hair could potentially be cut or dyed."

 

Mr McCann added: "The poster was designed by a friend of the family and I've begun Emailing it to acquaintances in different parts of the world.

 

"I'm asking people to circulate it the best they can and make it be seen."

 

Madeleine's Eye Holds Vital Clue

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Poor bunnies :0)
Mar 13, 2007 | 4:07PM

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Why Women Are Crabby
Mar 12, 2007 | 2:28PM


We started to "bud" in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old, only to find that anything that came in contact with those tender, blooming buds hurt so bad it brought us to tears.


 

So came the ridiculously uncomfortable training bra contraption that the boys in school would snap until we had calluses on our backs.

 

Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens.  Along with those budding boobs, we bloated, we cramped, we got the hormone crankies, had to wear little mattresses between our legs or insert tubular, packed cotton rods in places we didn't even know we had.

 

Our next little rite of passage (premarital or not) was having sex for the first time which was about as much fun as having a ramrod push your uterus through your nostrils (IF he did it right and didn't end up with his little cart before his horse), leaving us to wonder what all the fuss was about.

 

Then it' was off to Motherhood where we learned to live on dry crackers and water for a few months so we didn't spend the entire day leaning over the bog.  Of course, amazing creatures that we are (and we are), we learned to live with the growing little angels inside us steadily kicking our innards night and day making us wonder if we were preparing to have Rosemary's Baby.  Our once flat bellies looked like we swallowed a watermelon whole and we pee'd our pants every time we sneezed.

 

When the big moment arrived, the dam in our blessed Nether Regions invariably burst right in the middle of a shop and we had to waddle, with our big cartoon feet, moaning in pain all the way to the hospital. 


Then it was huff and puff and beg to die while the midwife says, "Please stop screaming, Mrs. Hearmeroar.  Calm down and push. Just one more good push (more like 10)," warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the %*#!* (and hubby) square in the nose for making us cram a wiggling, mushroom-headed 10lb bowling ball through a keyhole.

 

After that, it was time to raise those angels only to find that when all that "cute" wears off, the beautiful little darlings morphed into walking, jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop machines.

 

Then come their "Teen Years."  Need I say more!

 

When the kids are almost grown, we women hit our voracious sexual prime in our early 40's - while hubby had his somewhere around his 18th birthday.                                  

 

So we progress into the grand finale: "The Menopause," the Grandmother of all womanhood. It's either take HRT and chance cancer in those now seasoned "buds" or the aforementioned Nether Regions, or, sweat like a hog in July, wash your sheets and pillowcases daily and bite the head off anything that moves.                                  

 

Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men, when men get off so easy, INCLUDING the icing on life's cake: Being able to pee in the woods without soaking their socks...

 

So, while I love being a woman, "Womanhood" would make the Great Gandhi a tad crabby.  

 

Women are the "weaker sex"?  Yeah right. 


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4 wise monkeys!
Feb 18, 2007 | 4:55PM

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The story of the donkey
Feb 06, 2007 | 2:31AM

One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well.

The animal cried piteously for hours

as the farmer tried to figure out what to do.

Finally, he decided the animal was old,

and the well needed to be covered up anyway;
it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.

He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him.

They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well.

At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly.

Then, to everyone's amazement he quieted down.

A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well.

He was astonished at what he saw.

With each shovel of dirt that hit his back,

the donkey was doing something amazing.

He would shake it off and take a step up.

As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal,

he would shake it off and take a step up.
Pretty soon, everyone was amazed

as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!

Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt.

The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up.

Each of our troubles is a steppingstone.

We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up!

Shake it off and take a step up.


                                     Remember the five simple rules to be happy:

                                    1. Free your heart from hatred - Forgive.

                                    2. Free your mind from worries - Most never happen.

                                    3. Live simply and appreciate what you have.

                                    4. Give more.

                                    5. Expect less


 

-------- NOW --------


 

Enough of that crap . . .

The donkey later came back and

bit the [censored] out of the farmer who had  tried to bury him.

The gash from the bite got infected,

and the farmer eventually died in agony from septic shock.

 

MORAL FROM TODAY'S LESSON:

When you do something wrong and try to cover your ass,
it always comes back to bite you.

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