Ice Bucket Challenge….

Over the last week I have seen literally 100’s of ice bucket challenges posted on Facebook.

50% haven’t even got any ice in them…  and a good 10% dont even look like they are cold water judging from the reaction.

A lot of people who I know assumed that if you did the challenge you didn’t have to donate at all.

Wrong… if you are unsure of the rules… check them out.

The other thing I have noticed is that there are various charities now getting in on the act.  Macmillan even giving a number to text to donate.

This is wrong in my opinion… This was not their idea……

Funny enough I was going to blog about this the other day and then when I came on and saw everything had gone to draft I was that busy catching up I forgot all about it
It was this post by a fellow blogger that reminded me…

 oh and by the way I strongly recommend you follow her blogs because she is great  is one of the best blogs I have read , In fact this lady is so clever she actually writes more than one blog… Each and everyone interesting.

Anyway back to where I was I think Macmillan are wrong on this one… Now don’t get me wrong.. I do a lot for them..  I make cakes and hold a Macmillan coffee morning  to raise funds and awareness for them.. That is their thing..    if you want to take part here is a link..  Last year I raised over £320 for them by holding a coffee morning.
It seems I’m not the only one who thinks like this.

Well I have been nominated  … I did do it………..  (Honestly I really can’t post it as the person who recorded it on their phone then proceeded to drop their Iphone in the bucket of ice water ready for the next person, which I consider some kind of Karma because they were the one who had nominated me in the first place)  And I nominated…….   and the three people I nominated did the challenge……… and they nominated… and yep one person donated to macmillen and two of the others thought it was a get out of jail free card…     arrrggghhhh !!

And by the way I did give……  and no it wasnt to Macmillan
Both ALS, and in the UK, MND,  are sister organisations aiming to raise awareness of the neurodegenerative disease, known as Motor Neurone Disease in the UK,
and that is who I donated to.



The highs and low’s of this week

To say the last 7 days have been challenging would be an understatement.
I spend the majority of my time now driving the old man around to various appointment’s , shop’s and other places he either needs to go to or has to go to.
I get that he can’t get out now because he can’t drive
I get that he is lonely because he has NO friends but then neither did my mother, maybe is because they spent the majority of their life travelling around the world from one country to another and were never in one place long enough to make friends rather than acquaintances,
I get that I am the only person he has because quite frankly my older brother.  By 7 years,  is a total waste of space who has always made it clear even back to when my mother was alive that he and his wife (no kids ) as he put it to me when I last spoke to him “We Have a Life “.  so although he lives less than a mile from the old fart he doesn’t even call him never mind go and see him..  so that leaves me to do it all.
Apparently even with the work I do, the Volunteering, the kids, House, the pets, the Adult Education, and everything else… does not constitute anything as important as my brothers “life”
What my dad doesn’t get is that I can’t be with him from 8am or before If he had his way till 8 at night, when I say I have school runs and things to do he sulkslike a child..  so that brings me to the.  Low’s.
I live in a house with 3 adults in amber is over 21 now but still does fuck all, can’t even sort her washing or room out, I even posted a picture of her jeans with her draws still stuck inside them on facebook, ok she blocked me but the next morning her shorts with one leg inside out and another pair of jeans with socks stuck in the end were in the wash…. obviously nothing sinks in.
Next time everything goes straight in the bin..  I would say she should do her own washing but then I can see her buggering up my washing machine.. she cant even work out how to turn an oven on using the pilot light, so the washing machine is going to be way beyond her.  The advantage of her blocking me on facebook is the next time she leaves her knickers on the floor in the kitchen,  hair all over the bathroom, and bedroom a complete tip  (ok thats normal but when I ask her to do it I expect to be able to see carpet) as far as I can see now.. Everything Skanky  Is fair game.

Allan has done nothing lately apart from moan and do stuff for the scouts, so I lost it on Sunday. I will thrown away clothes etc that are still rolled together in the wash and Allan can start to pull his weight and put family first instead of everyone else .

All was helped better by some kind words from one friend (he may know who he is) and a visit around to see another friend and a pint and a half of wine, and a good old natter and whine.

I did walk there lol

The highs I received my certificate to say I had passed my teacher training course and that they want me to go in and take some exams on Friday well mock exams and if I pass them I can take my examination without having to do a years course ( personally I’m not holding my breath) but it will be nice to have a day without running him around even if it means I’m at the Adult education college instead.

We have our little visitor back this weekend as well so determined on how his trial run of the hike goes tonight depends on if I can go this weekend. Which was the cause of another argument because after last years hike and the problems we had with Ali this was the reason Allan was organising on this year and where does he choose, down country lanes near Milstead which has some very steep hills.

And here endeth  today’s rant

Footnote:  as I didn’t get to post this yesterday as I was on my phone and thought it had sent I now realise that you poor sods are going to get it all in one go today

So anyway Last night he did the hike and lo and behold… the walk was too dangerous and with hills to steep for beavers to use, in fact I was told that even the adults would find the terrain hard going.

So now the hike has been rearranged and they are going to do it locally and yes I can take the little one in the buggy so I will indeed be joining in..
Well hey I want my JOTT badge to sew on my blanket as well you know!

I so love being able to say   I FUCKING TOLD YOU SO!

Sick, Fuming, Pissed off, Arrrrgghhhhh

Oh what fun it’s 3.20 am  tonight  erm last night, was the last night for beavers and cubs before Christmas, we got back in , I did the boys dinner and got them to bed and dozed off through being totally knackard after having to do shit loads today I go to bed and then can’t sleep because apart from my arms hurting like hell and being full of this cold I have told myself I don’t have time for the whole time I was on my course,  (it waited until I had finished on the Monday but by Tuesday morning I felt like death warmed up)

where was I  my brain is fried.  oh yes the reason I am up at silly o’clock in the morning

I am still fuming after tonight’s well actually last nights events.

Bearing in mind we work our arses off two or three days a week collecting cardboard for the scouts… we drop the boys off to school, pick up the scout van down the road from the school and go out in it collecting cardboard..  when we get it. it is stacked in yards. or left whole all over the place or in garages and we have to flat pack it.. pick it up and of course load the van, when the van is full we take it to the local recycle mill and empty it again by hand into the skips there.. we fill the van every day.. we finish about 2 to 2.20pm just in time to go back up the school to wait and pick the boys up.  Some weeks we go to other places that are not weekly  one place is every 6 weeks  and that place alone was two and a half van loads full in one morning so we were out 4 days this week collecting cardboard, in fact we shifted over 5 tonne this week.  the place we go to that had the mega loads has heavy cardboard stacked and we have to get it from the warehouse and to the van… I have hurt both my arms and I mean hurt.. I am struggling to type never mind anything else I have hurt my elbows and both muscles or something in my forearms. which means moving, lifting or doing anything HURTS!  I am on mega pain killers and its hardly touching it..  
Now once a month we go to three or four roads and collect newspapers from outside houses, we start at 6pm and load them into the van… again this is usually over a tonnes worth..  Both Allan and I have done this every month for the last 15 months, This friday (today) is the paper run night.  We originally had a Christmas meal booked with the bug club so we asked the group scout leader if she could get cover for us for this week as we would be out.. we gave her three months notice.   She finally got cover a week ago,  now the meal was planned but after feeling like crap and having sore arms we decided sod it let someone else do it just this month so we didn’t tell them that we were free after all.

The person doing this lets call him Lazy C*nt  (LC for short) for anonymity because after all we all know this person.  is called LC for various reason ie he does nothing. he is an assistant beaver scout leader… the GSL is a beaver scout leader and all he ever does is sit there talking to the GSL …   There is your back ground  now back to last night.

We all had to be there for 5pm because the last meeting before Christmas the kids do a play for all the parents.  it starts at 5.30  we had to make a well and take it there as the play was around the song there’s is a hole in my bucket. we get it there  (not easy as its huge) we put it up on the stage…. we get all the chairs out for the parents…..  well I say we..  the other assistant cub leader helped along with her son,  the cub leader was setting up and taking due’s in from the cubs the same as the GSL was for the beavers. LC was doing fuck all, ok that is a lie… he is sitting talking to the GSL as well… and that is where he stayed all night. right next to the GSL.  Now she is disabled so obviously can’t walk around or do anything (that’s another bitch of mine… sorry but the kids miss out on so much stuff because she is incapable of doing much and if she cant do it then they don’t, I think there should be someone who is more active to say the least doing the job especially as we are the ones pushing her around the camp-site in her wheelchair all the time because guess who is never near her when she needs a push… oh yes thats the one  LC)  once we got everything set up the parents started coming in, we got the kids on stage and they did the play… LC sitting right next to GSL for the whole thing.. not once got his arse off the chair.  after the play the GSL asked parents if they could help with the paper run collecting papers to take to the van  WTF!! WE DO THAT AND NO FUCKER HELPS US OR HAS BEEN ASKED TO HELP. she then says that LC will be driving the van and that he will need help and that this is how the group gets a lot of the funds from the paper run.  She then thanks him for giving up his spare time, and I mean thanks him the thanks was about five mins long about how grateful she was. blah blah blah. not a mention of us doing it all the time or in the week, Now at this point I am slowly simmering  I mean.. I could say something but for the sake of peace I let it go.
When it was finished and parents went.. everyone helped clean up, sweep, stack chairs, tables etc… well everyone except for guess who……. yep LC and GSL.    And my arms are really killing me by now to the point where in an ideal world I would find a corner and hide away and cry.
we hand over the keys to LC explain to him how we have set up the van ready and to collect from side door etc.. and say if he wants he can also empty it on Monday as it usually takes about 3 hours with the papers as everyone usually puts half a dozen papers in plastic bags and they all have to be taken out.. plastic bags have to be taken off leaflets etc.. he replies.. oh no I didn’t sign up for that……   At which point.. I just reply neither did I but I do it all the time.  I also think this is a good time for me to get the boys in the car to get home and tell Allan I will wait outside for him.. I say goodbye to the cub scout leaders and off I go..   I am seriously fuming.  Allan usually goes in with Ali on a Thursday and helps out at the beavers as well while he is there until Alex starts cubs.. he said LC does very little even though he is the assistant beaver leader.. Chill another assistant cub leader does the same..  Now LC’s son has moved up to cubs so when his son is in cubs he just sits there guess what.. yep talking to GSL  he does nothing to help out at all because he is a beaver leader.. So Chill told me tonight she is doing nothing now to help out at beavers. and I have told Allan the same.. I will take Ali in and I will pay his subs and I will come out again.. I refuse to help out either.  I hope they will be very happy together.. because  The frame of mind I am in, I am so tempted to take Ali out of the beavers there and either put him in another troop or just wait until April until he can go up to cubs. The way I feel at the moment they can stuff their cardboard where the sun doesn’t shine.. after all we don’t do anything to get a mention of thanks. 

I know we are not in it for the thanks, we do it for the kids but feeling shitty and full of lurgy and hurting like hell  this has really got to me tonight.
Thankfully we have told the people we collect from that we are not collecting Christmas week so we are having a weeks break from it.. maybe that will give me time to cool down….
I know you have no idea what I am talking about.. but it’s so much easier to rant here than kill someone in real life. and now its 4.10am and I still can’t sleep as I feel yuk and have a busy day ahead and still haven’t had the time to get the Christmas decorations up.  I think we are going to have to reassess some things.. like home life is going to have to start taking a priority



I’m in a foul mood today and I mean foul.

we work our arses off collecting cardboard in the van…  dragging it out of places or trolleys flat packing and lifting it in the van and when  van is full then take it to the recycle point and spend ages getting it all out again.. it stinks as we collect from chips shops and all sorts and  it is soggy if it rains.. its bloody cold now sometimes especially when it’s pouring down  and hard work or in the summer back-breaking hot doing it..
We manage on average over a tonne a day and go in the van straight from school from dropping boys off at school and finish about half two when its time to go and get them  two days a week every Tuesday and Wednesday…
Plus extra days if asked and we can fit it in..  We also go out once a month collecting newspapers come rain or shine and filling the van up after we have walked up and don the roads collecting them.. and of course having to empty that as well but first we have to remove all the string and carrier bags that hold them.
Allan is a leader and I am an occasional helper and we both give up our evening every Thursday for the beavers and cubs.. plus weekend camps and St Georges day parades and remembrance Sunday parades etc. and at this time of year he is also doing the carol concert and a play with the kids ,which I was told was just singing and a play done by the kids and now I find out it’s in the Baptist church so there will be a bloody religious service… he knows my views on the boys entering churches.. for historic and education reasons yes but for a religious service I am not happy at all.   To me we don’t celebrate the religious aspect of Christmas at all, as far as the kids are concerned it’s a national Santa day and Easter is national chocolate egg day
Anyway getting to the point. tonight is the leaders Christmas meal they were asked who wanted to go about two months ago ..   6 leaders just said they couldn’t make it or didn’t want to go…Does Allan oh no he says he is going at £15 a head plus drinks… the meal itself is in our local pub come restaurant and is £30 for two so it’s not as if he is getting it cheaper or anything.
We bring in £56 a tonne for the cardboard  (that’s what they get from council grants and the paper mill we recycle to so that’s at least £100 a week and most times we do three tonne  ) Now personally what really fucks me off the most is that
A.  as an occasional helper we do all the bloody work but don’t even get asked if we want to attend the meal.. even though we would have to pay for it and

B I begrudge paying for the bloody meal anyway I think after everything we do they should pay for  the meal anyway..
But then I don’t work my fat arse off for the leaders to have fancy meals and a get together I do it for the kids so I would object to that as well, Personally I think if the GSL wants a group Christmas meal she should pay or forget the idea.. in other groups in the past we have even done Christmas get-to-gethers and everyone brings a course or you go to each house for a separate course.
We are members of an arachnid club and our Christmas meal in a much nicer place is paid for by the club and our membership is only £15 a year for the family.  Allan had paid £5 towards the meal the night it was suggested and expected me to find another £20 to go towards it as it’s within walking distance so he can have a drink.. well I am totally pissed about this,  as per usual I think he is being selfish.. every month they have meetings and every month I am at home with the kids while he fucks off out with the gsl and other leaders…
I am sitting here more and more fucking annoyed every second…  by the time he gets home I have a feeling the bald twat who doesn’t have any balls to say anything to the group leader is close  to being  homeless. I am really peeved with being expected to just sit back and say oh ok if it’s for the scouts etc…
I think we do enough sometimes.
To top it off my dad calls and asks me to take him to the doctors in his car so I had to walk all the way over to his place . at 5.30 this evening to take him in his car for his appointment on the other side of town at 6.30pm.. I have had to call in a favour of a friend to watch the boys at 6pm as Allan had to go out then although the meal is at 7pm and its a five min walk there but he wanted to be punctual  (in other words get a drink ) so I drive my old man there  he goes in.. I wait in-car freezing and then when he is finished i take him back to his and he wants help getting the door open…
And that’s when my phone fell out of my pocket into a big puddle.. he then  thought I would walk home from kemsley to quinton (milton)  the shortest route is 2 miles … at which point I said fuck off.. well actually I said no I would drive his car home… take the boys to school in the morning and then go get his bloody prescription because the chemist are all shut now, and then go back to his and give him his pills and car keys and  walk to where Allan will be in the van collecting cardboard probably in the murston area so another longish walk from his place. although I will probably walk the creek way through the country park I may just calm down by then  Oh and My phone is sitting in rice in the hope that I can resurrect it somehow.

Help I may just kills someone…

And end of Rant.

Take note if it’s not yours DON’T TOUCH IT!

We all fantasize about being rich or winning the lottery… (In my case it would have to be the Latter to be the Former )

And we all dream of what we would do with the money… Huge mansions, maybe even buy a Zoo or a Desert Island
If I ever win the lottery and it wasn’t millions and millions  I would settle for something smaller but there is one thing I want more than anything at the moment,
I want a house with an en suite bath room with a padlock on the door so no one touches my stuff like hair brushes and shower gel.

I don’t ask for much but certain things are mine for MY use only my hair is short and red anything else stuck in my hair brush is alien and not mine aaarrgghhh disgusting
I came in from the school run today and the first thing I notice is that liquorice smell in the house.

This can only mean one thing… Amber (age 19) has been spraying her head again with the lyclear head lice stuff …

I go to the bathroom and sure enough, the shower is down in the bath… (of course its way to hard to reach up and put it back up on its bracket or what ever you call it) 

The boys Vosene Kids 3 in 1 Head Lice Repellent Shampoo that I buy for them in the hope that they never bring lodgers home from school… So far it’s worked because they have never ever had the dreaded Nits…
The towel is on the floor in the bathroom…. This all means that Amber has got nits AGAIN,  Hardly surprising considering… its about the 4th or 5th time she has had them now..

Anyway apart from the fact that the bathroom looks like a bomb has hit it.. this is not what has really really pissed me off…. What has pissed me off big time is the fact that  MY HAIRBRUSH  is covered in black/brown curly hair..
As I said my hair is Red… Thats what it says on the bottle this month… and it’s still short… I would say it has grown out to about a grade 10 now…
So I’m assuming that the Jib ridden one has also used my hairbrush… despite being asked before NOT to.. under any circumstances, Use my Hairbrush…

Nit’s or not  it is MY bloody brush….. I don’t want other people using it..  I put it on par with someone using my toothbrush…….

I am really really really not a happy bunny..

Maybe I should use another brush.. I do have another new one hidden away… and cover my old one in some hair remover …….  daily……. 
I can picture it now……. Hair falling out in the clumps… oh dear maybe she caught something , perhaps from using someone else’s fucking hairbrush….

or if that is to mean maybe I should just clean the toilet with her toothbrush…… or brush Allan’s pubes with it……..
can you tell I have got past the really annoyed stage and now gone on to the I will stop this once and for all, get even stage………..

And now my head is itching just thinking about it…………

Down in the dumps, It must be the Birthday Blues

I’m Getting older again!!!

I guess the birthday curse is finally catching up with me.

For some reason I am just not excited the way I used to be years ago when I was a kid about the whole birthday thing. Funny really because when I was a kid birthdays were never a big thing.. I never had parties, well one and that was a major disaster when I was little as some kids nanny took over…

My birthday has always been close to Christmas so I usually got some crappy clothes or something.. If I wanted something big it was a combined birthday and Christmas present which of course I got at Christmas..

Yes we got one present and a stocking at Christmas… so I had to choose wisely.

Despite all that I still used to jump up and down with joy the whole so called birthday week and the counting of days till the actual day.

I guess I am just getting old and turning into a boring old Hag minus the wrinkles!! lol!!! Ok if I wasn’t so fat there would be wrinkles, well more than I have anyway.

For the past few days I am feeling heavy hearted about so many things that I should have done and the things I regret doing. Damn!! I don’t do the things I should have and the things I did just makes me regret about doing it!!! I guess that’s LIFE!! Always running towards the things you don’t have and when you have it you just regret having it isn’t it??? I am thinking all the not so intelligent things at the moment and it’s cracking me up literally!!


I saw someone post a quote yesterday and this kind of has meaning today because seriously I don’t know if I can even explain how I am feeling.


I am not a materialistic person honestly I am not… whenever I have spare money to spend it goes on the kids, House or Allan, I have spent over £100 just on Allan this year for Christmas.. what with his Arsenal membership, Then he wanted a compressor, then it was some hair grooming kit… WTF?? the twat is bald….. Oh its for other bits to trip away.. Then I have a t shirt for him because he knows about the other bits.. oh and some smellies plus no doubt I will pick up a bottle of Jamesons for him as well…


I have saved up some cash and transferred it over to a bank card for him so he could have some cash to actually buy me a present.. but I know so far that all but £15 has been spent on other bits.. £20 alone for bits for the puppy.. then he needed petrol… as you see… £50 has now gone down to £15 and I can guarantee that the rest will be spent on something that Allan needs to get…


He had at least 50 on another card as well but can also guarantee that it will be spent on stuff he wants.


Last year my dad bought Allan a razor which cost well over £130 I know because I ordered it for my dad… I got £20… but because we had been invited to a party and Allan had nothing to wear.. we ended up spending it on a jacket to match his suit trousers…… I will get it back he says… One year on I am still waiting…..


Anyway… Its like Déjà vu

My dad has this clothing catalogue, chums, Its mostly mens wear but there are some bits for women. he brought it round the other day and said if there is anything you want let me know.. I look. I looked to be honest it was full of granny shit.. nothing I was interested in… Allan saw some long john’s and said he would get those… so dad comes round… asks about it… Allan shows him the long john’s oh and some vests… (where the fuck did vests come from?) total price £74… Allan says oh we can have a pair each… Like I want fucking long john’s…

Ordered… dad says there you go that’s your birthday present…


Happy Birthday to me… I am now the proud owner of a suit jacket from last year and two pairs of long john’s and two fucking vests this year


 I know I am a hard person to buy for..

Like I said I am not really that materialistic when it comes to stuff for me…

I like to choose my own clothes and shoes etc so hate it when people buy me stuff like that… I am not a smellies kind of person.. I have bottles and bottles of perfume upstairs that I have accumulated over the years. I don’t want kitchen bits because I have practically everything there could ever be invented and If I don’t have it, its because I don’t want it or need it. Besides again its something I would rather buy myself.

 No point in buying me chocolates…… Allan and the kids usually end up eating them as of course I am expected to share… Allan picked me up a box of chepo choc’s one year on mothers day.. It had 4 in it… (last min rush over the shop just before it closed on mothering sunday of course)  yep 4 in it  one each…..

Music and Dvd’s I can download myself… (One year Allan bought me the brand new UB40 cd because it would be nice to have the original instead of a downloaded one, guess who is the big UB40 fan in the house)

See where I am going with this.. I know I am not an easy person to buy for…

but for fuck sake I am getting sick and tired of being the only person in the world who gets a card bought on their birthday.. if I am lucky from the shop because he never has time to buy one.. or the money…

Just for once it would be nice to have a little something just for me, something I didn’t expect, something that a little thought had been put into it… I try and do this for everyone else.. I always try and make birthdays special in some way…

I do this because I know what its like to have such a crappy day..


My dad is and never has been a big birthday card sender my mum used to be the one who dealt with all that..


And Of course Allan never thinks to get me a card from the kids, I think this is what usually gets to me the most…

I have had 8 kids… 7 living and I don’t get a card from any of them… The older ones I have long ago given up thinking about receiving cards from.. I know its not going to happen again in my lifetime..

 Why am I feeling so Down????

Maybe its because I’m going to be 50 this year..

Who knows!!

Maybe its because both boys have been unwell, its half term and because I am now full of cold and everything seems to be getting on top of me.

Maybe its because in the last week or so we have ended up with another dog.. which is something I really did not want as I know the hard work with the training etc…

Maybe its because we have ended up baby sitting two more snakes while someone else has to sort their lives out.. Ok I know snakes are no trouble and they are going on top of the wall unit but still its something else we have to take responsibility for in the house.


Maybe its because I just cant seem to get on top of things at the moment.. what with Christmas approaching.. Finances being tight…


Maybe its because I am just a miserable cow..


Wine… Wine is the answer… I have bought myself some Wine…..

Yes I even like to buy my own wine as I know which one I like and there are so many I don’t. 

BBC News – British Gas to raise its gas and electricity prices Im not exactly surprised

hooray!!!!!! gas and electric is going up again. I love it when they do that. I was just thinking how cheap it was. NOT!!!!!!!!!

BBC News – British Gas to raise its gas and electricity prices.
now watch the rest follow… N Power  Please stay as you are!

fill me with sadness when i think of those gas bosses fetching up buckets of gas from under the north sea, stinking dirty and hungry. they are not thanked often enough.