1. What one object in your home or apartment are you most embarrassed about owning?

2. If you were invisible, where would you go and what would you do?

3. If you could have had a role (starring or otherwise) in any one film already made, what movie and role would you pick?

4. If you knew ahead of time that you would not fail, what would you do?

5. Have you ever slept with all of your clothes on? If so, what were the circumstances?

Bonus question:
If you were given a billboard to use for a whole year, what would you put on it?

......a green flashing badge thingy next to my name.

Now I have one.

Happy me now.

2. What is your least favorite word? Excrutiating because it sounds so painful.

3. What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally? Being near water (the ocean, a bubbling stream or a waterfall).

4. What turns you off? Being told how to bring up my kids.  Also, acts of sheer stupidity and thoughtlessness.

5. What is your favorite curse word? Gosh, blimey, I would never use a curse word!

6. What sound or noise do you love? My children laughing uncontrollably at me (it's easy to get the cheap laughs, just sit down to play "Go Fish" and when it's your turn ask if they have Mrs Pint the Milkman's Wife, works every time.) Also, I love the theme tune to "King of the Hill", I turn it up really loud every Sunday morning.

7. What sound or noise do you hate? Emergency vehicle sirens make me feel sick, ever since I travelled in one with my baby daughter in my arms.

8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? Radio presenter or newsreader.

9. What profession would you not like to do? Anything particularly dirty or smelly, I couldn't bear it.

10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? "We've been expecting you"

1. If your personal safety were guaranteed, what two things would you do that you would not even remotely consider doing now?

2. If you could be a contestant on any past or present television game show, which show would you choose to be on?

3. If you had to have a tattoo on your body, what image would you choose to have and where would it go?

4. What, if anything, never fails to give you the shivers?

5. Would you ever answer your mobile phone if it rang while you were in a public restroom? Or what if you were using the bathroom at home (using the toilet)... would you answer it then?

Bonus Question:
If your life-expectancy was dramatically reduced every time you had sex, would you still consider doing it? (Even if it meant losing 10 or 20 years altogether?)

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Goodbye Summer......it's October 1st.....it's raining....
So here's one of my favourite songs.

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 Summer's gone, days spent with the grass and sun
I don't mind, to pretend I do seems really dumb
I rise as the morning comes, crawling through the blinds
I shouldn't be up at this time but I can't sleep with you there by my
side
Wake up it's a beautiful morning
(wake up)
Feel the sun shining for your eyes
Wake up it's so beautiful
(wake up boo!)
For what could be the very last time
Twenty-five I don't recall a time I felt this alive
(this alive)
So wake up boo! (wake up boo)
There's so many things for us to do
(things that we could do)
It's early so take your time, don't let me rush you please
I know I was up all night, I can do anything, anything, anything
Wake up it's a beautiful morning
Feel the sun shining for your eyes
Wake up it's so beautiful
(wake up boo!)
For what could be the very last time
But you can't blame me not for the death of summer
No you can't blame me not for the death of summer
But you're gonna say what you wanna say
You have to put the death in everything
Wake up it's a beautiful morning
Feel the sun shining for your eyes
Wake up it's so beautiful
For what could be the very last time

Boo Radleys - Wake Up Boo

You just know you're not going to be able to stop singing this today!

It's that time again.

1. Have you ever been arrested or stopped by a police officer?

2. What's under your bed?

3. When did you last get enough sleep?

4. What did you spend your first pay-packet on?

5. What can you do with 50 foot of rope and a jar of peanut butter?

The bonus question is hidden amongst the comments due to its suitability!

Ok. I'm done.

Why is it that kids can't pass the last cookie without licking it first and saying "it's mine now"?

I discovered yesterday, to my horror, that my kids actually do this.

I thought it was only something my brother used to do to me (no, not the brother who lost me in a poker game, the other brother).

Yesterday, the argument went a bit like this:

"Pass me the last cookie please"

(child #2 licks it) "Here ya go, but now it's mine."

"Ew, yuk! I don't want that now. Mum! Tell herrr! Oh by the way, I licked your sandwich before I gave it to you at lunchtime".

"Well, I licked your whole dinner last night before I passed it to you."

And so on.

Does it make me a bad parent that I couldn't tell them off because I was laughing so hard?

I think it's a genetic thing passed down through families (sadly my side).

And I blame my brother.

He started it. 

I woke up this morning to find, to my dismay, that one third of my forehead was yellowy-green.

It doesn't even look real, for goodness sake.

Intrigued by this, I googled bruise colours. I wanted to know which part of the spectrum I can look forward to tomorrow. Plus I thought it would make an interesting, if slightly revolting, blog.

I learned that there are two major breakdown products that can lead to visible colour in a bruise. These are a green pigment called biliverdin and a yellow-brown pigment called bilirubin. 

I also learned that as soon as you receive "blunt force trauma" you should apply an ice-pack to the area. Which means that bag of frozen peas was the right way to go. But then, and this is the bit I didn't know, after about 48 hours you should apply a warm washcloth to the area every few hours to increase circulation and improve healing. I didn't do that bit. Additionally, I learned that in a healthy person, a bruise should only hang around for about a week. (4 more days of looking like the bride of Frankenstein then).

I was going to give you a glimpse of my bruise by photographing it and putting it in here.
But I didn't want to be responsible for the mass-hysteria this might cause.

You're welcome.

Ok so Sunday I spent the day beating myself up.
Well, not beating myself up exactly but having stupid accidents and injuring myself.
And I never do these things by half so now I'm left with a fashionable Harry Potter-type scar on my forehead and a badly bruised finger.

Firstly, I shut my fingers in the gate. I slammed it without realising they were in the wrong position for closing it. And boy, that gate is heavy. Cast iron. I nearly broke my finger.

When I had eventually stopped dancing round the yard shouting "ow! ow! ow!" with my fingers under my arm I managed to make it into the house.

Cup of tea. That'll sort me out. So I opened the fridge door and bent down to reach for the milk.  But I bent down far too quickly and smacked my head on the edge of the fridge door. I saw stars. And not the trashy wannabe type but real stars, and there were probably even tiny birds flying round my head too but I was too dazed to check.

I made it to the computer (I'd have to be physically dead not to make it to my computer) to report all this to a nurse. Well, alright to Lisa (amounts to the same thing). She duly gave me lots of sympathy which is exactly why I told her. It was hard to type with bruised fingers and a dazed head but needs must and I needed someone to say "aww poor Geri!". She did.

So by now you must be laughing. I don't mind. It's like slapstick comedy being me.

And after emailing Lisa I wandered off to do some stuff. I can't remember exactly what stuff but I think it was important. I forgot that Lisa was waiting for a reply to "are you ok?". She thought I was concussed. I could have been lying on the floor under my desk for all she knew. (Actually that was last week after drinking all the wine).

I did eventually get back to her and she was very forgiving. Which is what friends are for. They don't laugh when you're a klutz (well, they do, they just hide it really well). And they offer a shoulder to cry on when you need one. Maybe I should have got her to make the tea too. At least then I'd have my perfect forehead back. Oh well.

Next Blog: Geri the Klutz goes to the Supermarché.