One of my cardinal rules is I never allow anybody to put me down, but just occasionally I do something very
odd strange daft that even I begin to wonder about me.
I have complained since before I had my accident and my leg in a plaster, that I had no sound on my computer and that the second screen didn’t work. My son, the computer nerd (does my son the doctor sound better?) who’s so very busy has taken until now to get around to looking at the computer and sorting it out for his mother.
I arrived home from the hospice on Thursday to find my son and his youngest son in the house, with my son listening to a cricket match on my computer. When I asked what he had done to make the sound and the second larger screen work, he replied “I plugged it in”. Apparently when I moved the computer around some time ago, somehow the larger screen had become unplugged and apparently this is what also houses the sound for the computer.
Unfortunately, I don’t look anything like Marilyn but I do like her quote
Don’t you know that a man being rich is like a girl being pretty? You wouldn’t marry a girl just because she’s pretty, but my goodness, doesn’t it help?
As “Lorelei Lee” in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (1953)
As an aside (and a random thought) my sister once told a man at an hotel swimming pool “She’s the pretty one but she’s not very bright”. Can you believe that my older sister would say that about me?
Happy Valentine’s Day to you and if you didn’t receive a Valentine’s card please accept this one
Valentine’s Day is celebrated in over 100 countries around the world, but without the bonus of having a day off work. How do you celebrate this day? Do you give and receive gifts or is it just another day?
I have a friend whose birthday is today and as with my niece whose birthday is in 2 days time, she probably thought that all the flowers, hearts etc were to celebrate her birthday when she was little.
And another funny from my sister in LA (sent to her by her Australian friend). Not really a blonde joke but close.
A young woman was pulled over for speeding.
As a policeman walked to her car window flipping open his ticket book, she said “I bet you are going to sell me a ticket to the Policeman’s Ball”
To which he replied “New Zealand Policemen don’t have balls”
There was a moment of silence while she just smiled and he realised what he had said.
He then closed his book, got back into his patrol car and left.
She was laughing too hard to start her car.