Small Child: Eonardo Devitchi painted the Monning Esa you know.
Mom: You mean L-L…Leonardo da Vinci painted the Mona Lisa. Did you have art class today?
Small Child: Yep….. And Andy Warthog likes soup.
How interesting….
State School art class = Fingerpainting
vs
Private School art class = Art History.
Hmmm no complaints here.
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After spending the last couple of months freaking out while driving my car – and by freaking out, I mean hypervigilance, visible shaking, chewing my lips, crying uncontrollably and having to fight the urge to cover my eyes and scream or get out and run 😐 we’ve decided we better … you know… get a different car for me to drive. I literally haven’t driven my car for nearly three weeks and it’s starting to really push the friendships up here asking people to drive me around.
Sounds so stupid to me that I of all people would act/react like that but I literally can’t help myself – it’s uncontrollable, so car shopping it is.
Went looking at a few different cars today and even drove a few and felt back to my old self on the road, which is a good thing I guess. I’m looking at a Mazda 3… they’re one of the most popular midsize cars on the road at the moment, price is pretty good, retains their value well and has lots of great safety features and comes in sexy purple. Woo-hoo!
or maybe a Mitsubishi Lancer… no sexy colours, but lovely to drive and feels really stable and zippy on the road. Comes with a pile of funky extras like side and curtain airbags, leather steering wheel and has a nice big boot for such a little car
and just for fun I took a Mini Cooper for a spin. What a great fun little car they are! Six speed manual, goes like shit off a shovel and I found myself doing 80 kph in second gear more than once 🙂 Would love one of them… but probably way too small and a little on the expensive side.
Then we went to look at a VW Beetle. I could totally see myself driving one of these. I didn’t get to drive one, they didn’t have a petrol manual one there, but am going to make a time to take one out some other time. And of course I’ve seen a couple of them around town in pink…. which is a major draw card of course 🙂
As if the pretentious wankery of calling his youngest son Barron William Trump weren’t enough, my least favourite non-celebrity reality show host is in the poo for adopting illegal arms. Oh dear… what a shame! He’s gone and plastered the device over loads of marketing materials and had it made into merchandise for his Menie Estate (fancy pants golf resort) in Aberdeenshire (their website is mysteriously down…hmmm….wonder why) without consulting a herald first. It pays to do your research first people! 🙂
On top of the arms not being registered… they look just plain wrong to boot. I do believe Or on Argent is a metal on a metal and therefore illegal heraldic design…. Oh and don’t look too close, but I actually think those lions might be… sejant erect rather than rampant. But if the guess if the journalist from London’s Daily Mail isn’t to be expected to get that one right we shouldn’t reasonably expect a dumb American like Trump to get his heraldry right either. 😐
What I don’t understand is if he wanted to bear arms why didn’t he just follow the time honoured tradition of marrying into an impoverished noble family and assuming their hereditary arms. Failing that solution, surely his millions could have purchased him a title, arms and yea a box to put them into. This would have saved him from running afoul of real life heralds – which as we all know … must be the geekiest of geeks and the most pedantic of pedants. Tut tut …. Next he’ll be changing his name by deed poll to Duke Donald Trump!!!
Last updated at 23:43pm on 15th February 2008
With it’s lions rampant on a silver shield, it is an impressive coat of arms made to honour Donald Trump. But unfortunately it’s also getting the American tycoon in a lot of trouble. He faces being hauled into court after being accused of breaking ancient laws by producing the crest without permission.
Trumph tribute: His coat of arms, which has landed him in a spot of trouble
Mr Trump has been given an official warning over the coat of arms, which he has been using to promote a controversial £1billion golf course in Scotland. Officials claim he has fallen foul of an ancient Scots law by not registering the crest, which he has plastered on letterheads, jackets and hats.
And the Court of the Lord Lyon, which was created by Robert the Bruce in 1318 and enforces the historic legislation, has now asked the Scots prosecutor, the Procurator Fiscal, to see if there are grounds for prosecution. It’s the latest snag to hit the golfing development, in Balmedie, Aberdeenshire, which is already at the centre of a Scottish-government investigation into how the planning application was handled.
In the past Harrods boss Mohamed Al Fayed faced a similar problem and was forced to take down coats of arms found at Balnagown Castle in the Highlands. It costs £900 to to register a shield with the court and more than £1,300 for the addition of a crest. Last night a spokesman for Mr Trump said that he was now working with the court to register the coat of arms.
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On the weekend I put two things (well several actually but only two that are under discussion here) on the grocery list… marshmallows so I can make a hot chocolate or two while this wet weather keeps up… and snakes – because you can’t get a Frozen Coke at 1am no matter how much cajoling, verbal abuse and/or promises of sexual favours are proffered. The marshmallows came home in the shopping without any noteworthy incident, but what on earth happened to my snakes? In all fairness I guess they came home too… but in all honesty what came home was some pathetic and miserable, piss poor, diluted version of that small felicity that is… the lolly snake.
What sort of misguided and ill advised attempt at healthy shopping causes someone to bring home ‘all natural’ (and I use the term loosely) lolly snakes that are artificial colour and artifical flavour free? Dammit but it’s the artificial colours and flavors that make the little buggers worth eating! Soooo not happy with my wash. 😐
PS – If I weren’t railing against the injustice of having been delivered the most bland snakes available at the market for ready money, then I’d have to be here ranting about the WorkCover Nazis again who seem determined to see how much they can poke Borys before she pops like a piñata…
….. but as those who truly know me can attest – I’m ever a silver lining and cup is half-full sort of gal (scoff)… so at least when my head does explode like a piñata, it’d be filled with 99.9%fat free snakes with no artificial colours or flavours. 🙁
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Why is it that some pills come in bottles and others come in those funny plastic and foil ‘blister’ packs? I hate those fucking blister pack things. You’ve gotta use your fingernail to pop the tablet out through the foil and if pill is actually some stupid little gel capsule like Tramal then half the time the amount of pressure needed to pop the tablet out will smoosh the damn capsule. One other time I had a pill that was in a blister pack that was so hard to pop out that the bloody tablet was crushed to pieces by the time you got it out and I found myself trying to use as Swiss Army knife to cut them damn things out rather than pulverize the stupid little things (is a fine statement of my state of mind that I can’t remember what those pills were).
Why can’t we just get all our prescriptions dispensed in nice polite little bottles… preferably with child proof caps but no so child proof as to also be non-age-specific-diminished-grip-strength proof as well. There’s something infinitely more sensible about being able to shake the requisite number of required pills out of a clearly marked bottle onto one’s palm compared to fighting with a stupid blister pack for ten minutes hoping it’ll surrender it’s contents undamaged.
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