The Teachers who got the Last Laugh

This had me in TEARS of laughter, teachers who got the last laugh! While looking through education stuff for the last blog, I seen this, HAD to share!

 

Goodnight Cyberspace ZZzzzzzz

Update on my Dog Lisha for a friend

Cheeeese

 

My good friend and a person I love  dearly as a friend, Jen over at (PLEASE GET FOLLOWING!) http://ramblingsfromamum.wordpress.com/  Is asking me all the time, and so are a few others “How is the dog coming along” So there is Lisha above. She is a full breed Staffordshire Terrier we got 4 months ago now from the Rescue home.

She is now one of the family, doing BRILLIANT. When I toy play with the girls she comes over and growls at me, and I say “Good Girl” then she kind puts both paws on my shoulders and licks my face off 🙂 She is VERY protective with Dawn and the girls, so I love this. I never taught her to be like that. As you can see, she has a harness on, but she is about to go a walk with Ryan my oldest son (He just doesn’t know it it yet, insert evil laugh)

She is, we think approaching 2 years old, maybe 20 months old or so. She is very playful, still has the odd accident went excited. When Dawn takes the kids to bed, just before I took these pictures, she whines and hates it, but we allow her to sleep in the girls room when the girls are asleep, we put her bed in the middle of the girls bed, and you can almost see a smile on Lishas face. lol Crazy. When the girls are both in our bed, as they do, Lisha will lay at the bottom of our bed on her Dog blanket.

life is good for Lisha, I walk her when I can, mainly I just open the door and let her run around the woods (I live near/in the woods) and I sit and have a cup of tea as she chases everything in sight, she doesn’t bother with people or other dogs. When she is done she bounds back and about jumps on me, killing me, lol

I wouldn’t have life any other way just now.

The story of lisha, here are more pictures

Posing

 

I would rather be with the Kids Dad….

 

ok.. I will stay, Ahhhhhhhhhhh

 

BUT THE KIDS DAD !

 

Up a bit Dad, ahh that’s the spot

 

Great Bloggers/Friends #10 – http://catholichusband.wordpress.com/

Colin’s wedding to Debbie in his Army days, serving your country, can’t get a better man than that. Colin is a brilliant man.

Colin @ http://catholichusband.wordpress.com/ is a BRILLIANT ex military man from the USA. We speak a LOT on Skype and him and his partner Debbie are superb people. We can chat for 5 hours on Skype Audio and debate everything between religion and science. He is an amazing man, with an amazing story and life to share. I ask you PLEASE to follow Colin, as his blog is Amazing and he can debate brilliantly and also is a brilliant friend and a brilliant laugh also.

Colin is devoutly Catholic and while he has no professional qualifications as a counsellor or therapist of any kind, he does have a great deal of experience in this area as he is still happily married to his wife of over 21 years. His posts centres on issues related to being a Catholic Husband. Most blogs will be off this nature

They chose each other quite young and in spite of challenges and hardships far beyond anyone’s expectations their marriage blossomed and flourished as they grew together through both joy and adversity, while raising 4 children. And in a brilliant way

He does not wish to intimate that he does not make mistakes along the way, only that he learned a great deal from each decision he has made, whether right or wrong, and he hopes to pass on the knowledge that others might benefit from it. He hopes to make a positive change in at least one marriage through his blog. I urge you all to PLEASE give him a follow..

Here are 3 blogs I would like to share with you from Colin.

Sex, Intimacy, and NFP

 

I’m well aware this is a topic nobody really wants to talk about. We would be happier to just pretend it didn’t exist and go on our merry way. None of this changes the fact that I feel compelled to write about it today, and it’s a post that I have been stewing over for some time now. You’re probably telling yourself this doesn’t apply to you or your marriage, or that you and your wife have a mutual understanding. The hard truth is  what you really might have is a mutual desire to avoid a deeply emotional subject which could potentially ignite a conflict if even mentioned. If after you read my story you find yourself feeling differently, consider letting your wife know that you’ve been reconsidering any prior decision on artificial birth control. This opens the door for a conversation if she senses you are sincere and would like the opportunity to revise the way things are. Heck, you might even let her read this just to get her reaction.

If there was a single word that could garner immediate interest and make your blood boil “SEX” would be it, whether with anger, fear, indignation, trepidation, anticipation, or some variety of other powerful and inflammatory emotions.  I think that’s why it has such a potent effect on our relationships with our spouses. On one side it is a driving biological imperative and at the same time an emotional one. Sex is a wondrous construct, with the power to do far more than provide pleasure .  It is also a conduit to intimacy, and when in the right context with the right person, a deeply bonding experience.

This was something I missed for the longest time. I think everyone notices that sex changes everything in a relationship. This is especially true in a marriage. I may find myself on a cracked and skinny limb here, but after over 20 years of marriage I discovered  a few things – some of them far more recently than I should have and this is one of them.

During my wife’s conversion to Catholicism she decided she needed to talk to me. It was obviously important to her; as she let me know in advance and very carefully selected a time and place to drop the bombshell. “I want to talk to you about stopping the artificial birth control”, she said. You could have knocked me over with a feather. If you’d asked me, I would have said everything was great! We had two children and were thinking maybe of having some more, but not that instant. I was taken aback. This would change everything, and change it far more than I realized at the time. It seems she had already talked to the priest about it and read up on what the Catechism had to say on the matter. It wasn’t an ultimatum, and she made it clear that she would not go forward without my agreement to do it. She wanted my consent and for me to take a little time to honestly evaluate the situation in order to give it.

That made things hard– no confrontation, no defiance, no excuse to react in any other way than to agree to look at it and give it some real thought. You might think I would have brushed it off, but I didn’t. Actually, it ate at me and gnawed continuously on my conscience. She provided me the sections of the Catechism relevant to the subject as well as Humane Vitae and some other materials on NFP. I stuck to the actual church materials and avoided other peoples interpretations of them. To this end, I actually read several of the sermons that comprised “Theology of the Body”. In the end I stewed and fretted, not just about the moral implications, but also about how it was going to affect me. Selfishness reared its ugly head early on and guided my “gut” reaction to help ensure the outcome it favored. One of the most important steps we took was to take a class on NFP. I only thought I understood a woman’s body and her natural cycles and rhythms. What I discovered was that I knew more about the inner workings of a nuclear reactor than I did about the inner workings of a woman. We went through the class and spent a few months tracking her cycle. It was something we did together, and it was actually both intimate and interesting. By the end of second month I started to realize just how much I hadn’t understood.

In the end I wholeheartedly agreed, without reservation, to end the artificial contraception for many reasons,  including the following:

I was not willing ask another person to commit mortal sin with me or for me, so that I could enjoy marital relations without reproductive implications. It was not worth the increased cancer risks and other assorted health implications, including decreased libido and increased stroke risk, for my wife to take those pills. When I thought about it objectively, what I was doing was putting my wife’s health at risk so that I could have my way with her without fear of impregnation. Essentially, the pill turned her from a human partner into a receptacle for my sexual angst, whether or not that was ever my intention. What’s worse, I had learned that most pills are abortive. Many work by causing a spontaneous abortion or failed implantation when the prevention of ovulation fails. A condom makes an even bigger statement. Then there is a very tangible physical barrier between us which has a direct bearing on intimacy. To be honest, I heard artificial birth control in general saying something to my spouse – it said, “I want to have sex, but I don’t want any entanglements to ensue”.  The truth is that marriage is all about entanglement, in all aspects of our being.

I had always hoped for a son one day, and one day after my wife passed a clot  during her period, I went to look at the carefully wrapped bloody pad in the wastebasket. It dawned on me with a sudden clarity that the son I had so long desired might be that very clot now laid to rest in a tidy package at the bottom of the trash can. That moment my mind was made up, and I agreed.

The part of this whole discourse that is important however, is that it caused me to totally change the way I viewed and treated my wife and our sexual relationship. I would have been aghast and defensive if you had suggested to me that I had been selfish or that my motives or actions were less than honorable. However, that feeling does not stand the test of scrutiny from several years forward in time. While parts it of manifest themselves immediately, the change was not instantaneous – but no lasting change usually is. The truth is that things only got better from there, and we had 2 more children using NFP to achieve the conception by predicting those times most favorable for doing so. My wife felt much better in general, and thought I thought our sex life was great before – there was a spark missing which rekindled itself into a burning flame once the intimacy barrier of artificial conception was removed.

Let’s be clear that I’m not at all advocating having children until your wife’s uterus falls out, nor am I advocating against spacing the children you do have out. Just that you leave room for God to work in your life. Artificial birth control is not infallible either, and just provides a false sense of security which ends up being an excuse for the holocaust of abortion in far too many instances. I am saying that disposing of artificial birth control will change your entire perspective on sex, your spouse, and your marriage. In making this decision together, you’ll both be sending the other person a message – and don’t let that message to be “I love you, but not enough to accept the possibility that our love might create a new life who is part of both of us.”. How would you feel if your wife whispered in your ear, “I love you dear, but I abhor the thought of carrying your child”?  It would kill the mood for me too. Opening yourself to life might add a spark and excitement that has been absent far too long, and the message it sends about love and acceptance to the other person works wonders on the intimacy level which can be achieved.

As always, please feel free to share your thoughts or stories in the comments section, as always I appreciate your feedback and comments, tweets, likes, and reposts. You can email me at cc70458@gmail.com if you’d like to pass anything on.

I loved this blog, another..

Expectations of A Catholic Husband

 

I’ve been asked more than a few times what the building blocks of a successful marriage are. Recently a few readers have sent questions to me looking for advice in new marriages and prior to marriage on what their future wives will be expecting of them. Aside from some very candid discussions with your current or future spouse, there are some givens that she will expect and from which all the others are merely outgrowths.

I’ve put some real thought into this. That means both brain cells were parallel processing until they started releasing their magic blue smoke. You see, I’ve been married for over 20 years and in terms of expectations – well they seem to change if you focus on the minutiae. However, if you look at the bigger picture, the little things all fall into line, if you remember the big ones. There are a core group of things every woman expects from her husband whether she even realizes it or not.

One major disclaimer – I have no more insight into a womans mind than any other man. Women are like the trinity in that they are a mystery which cannot be understood by man and must simply be accepted. The disclaimer does however, provide me a good segway into expectation number one.

Acceptance – This one seems so obvious, but I hear neverending stories of women whose husbands/fiancee’s threaten a divorce over 5 lbs. or will only marry if she can fit into a certain size dress. Stop and pray before you act, speak, or think like this and here is why. Neither of you know what the future is going to bring, or where it will take you together. Just like with God, you must simply accept each other joyfully. In the long view – your wife is likely going to be like the weather in Louisiana. Don’t like it? Wait a bit, it will change. Your wife will change sizes, her personality will change, her interests will change, her health will change – the one thing that must never change is that you accept and love her for who she is each morning. It’s critically important to both of you that you do. If she was disfigured in a fire or accident would you love her any less? What if she was barren? Would you continue to love and keep her? Time ravages all physical things and she needs to know that regardless of what changes happen to each of you both physically and emotionally, as long as it remains compatible with sacramental marriage, that you will make  anew that decision every morning to accept and love her as she is. Always don your rose colored glasses and see the best in her and about her.

Commitment – Your wife rightfully will expect that that you are fully committed to a lifetime of joyful servitude of her and any children you are blessed with. Your commitment is to the covenant you made with God when you accepted the Sacrament of Marriage from your wife. It is expected that this commitment is unbreakable, treat her accordingly – never make mention of or threaten divorce and choose your words carefully. A man must lead a family and not subjugate them by force or fear. You must nurture your wifes commitment to you, but ensuring that she is always secure in your commitment to her and to your marriage. Never take this commitment lightly, treat your wife, always, as if her commitment must be earned  – through the commitment itself does not need to be earned, her respect and trust do. Know in advance that there will be moments in your marriage when God and commitment will carry you through, and that without commitment to your covenant before God your marriage is doomed to failure – harming both you and your spouse irreparably.

Togetherness – All the hurdles and caveats life throws at you are going to be relying on you facing the challenges together. Whatever comes it is expected that you will work as a team to solve each and every crisis. Regardless of whether that crisis is emotional, physical, financial, professional, sexual, faith based, or something else. She is counting on you to help her, and it will be important to her to also help you. Remember that whatever hurdles you face, you will face them best as a well coordinated team who can react quickly to change, anticipate the other’s moves, and most importantly acknowledge each others strengths and weakness and understand which roles each is best suited to for any given problem. This may mean adjusting roles temporarily or permanently to best face your current situation in life. Work as a team not just to achieve those things necessary to your marriage, but also necessary to each others hearts and souls. The joy of shared experience is just as powerful as the bonding forged between two who share and overcome adversity together. Rather than let adversity tear you apart, let it bind you more tightly together. Rather than allowing marriage to overshadow each of your personal dreams and goals, make it a vehicle for you both to share in achieving them.

Love – Another one that seems obvious, however it is quite critical that you understand what this one means. Love does not mean liking someone, nor is love a feeling – rather that feeling is a symptom of love but not love itself. Love is a choice we make, and we must renew that choice each day. Love endures hardship and pain, it weathers squalls and storms. You cannot love one whom you do not accept as they are.  Your wife must be your best friend, your lover, and your partner through life. You must love God above all things, and love your wife above yourself – not as yourself, but below God and above you. She cannot return to you that which is not given to be returned. While romantic love and erotic love will come and go like squalls, and even hurricanes, throughout your marriage – your true love for each other must be like the ocean, fathomless and unending.

Trust – No love and no marriage can survive without this. Trust has more aspects than verbal honesty. Your wife must know you are being emotionally honest with her at all times. She is not a mind reader or clairvoyant and for her to learn to read you accurately over time she must really understand what you really think and feel. While she too must do the same, you need to make sure she feels free to do so. This means listening without judging her when she opens her heart to you, and for her to understand you – she must do the same for you. This is the basis of intimacy, for without feeling able to truly open up to each other and embrace not just what is outside – but what is inside we can never be truly intimate. Her sense of safety and security depend on her knowing that no harm will come to her. She is entrusting this care to you, you must never betray this sacred duty or her ability to trust in you will be lost. This does not always mean you will succeed, nor that you must do it alone – but together as God intended. By both of you acting selflessly for the good of the other party you will only increase that trust, and either party acting selfishly will serve to decrease or eliminate it. This applies to threats to your marriage that are violent, physical, emotional, financial, and otherwise. In short, she must trust unconditionally that you would never harm her nor knowingly allow her to come to harm.

There are a bunch of other things, I grant you – but after much introspection I believe that these are at the core. If you can manage these the others are extensions of them and will naturally follow.

Yours in Christ,

Colin

And finally, a brilliant blog here, again, PLEASE give Colin a follow @ http://catholichusband.wordpress.com/

Soulmates

“Soul Mates“, the very term conjures up images of a relationship so deep and comfortable that one blissfully sinks into it without a care or thought toward any distractions to their partner or from their partner. Often these daydreams include visions of our idea of the most physically attractive partner we can imagine paired with a mind always in agreement with our own and seeking nothing for itself.

Of course, one wakes from these daydreams and distractions eventually and realizes the truth is much closer to home. For me it was my grandparents who despite their advanced years remained very much actively in love, playful with each other, very physically affectionate, and while capable of vehement disagreements they were capable of having them without anger or malice of any kind towards each other. They also regularly finished each others sentences and when queried by a third party they often responded in unison. I remember that each had the uncanny ability to predict exactly what the other would say when asked a specific question – but this never stopped them from communicating. Their interests diverged dramatically in many respects with his being favorites in things like flying, woodworking, and mechanics. Hers lay in travel, art,  and culinary exploration. Rather than their diversity being a source of derisiveness, having such divergent interests allowed them to better complement each other. They had married very young by today’s standards, and had been married for well over 50 years.

I remember one seminal moment when the doctor came to see my grandfather when he and my grandmother were both in the hospital. My grandmother had been at home, sleepless with worry (as my grandfather had had a recent bout with Lupus) and busying herself with cooking for family and watching the Travel Channel as she plotted whether or not there was yet another place she needed to see in person. She had a favorite stool at her kitchen’s island and it was old and worn. She fell asleep on the stool and suddenly fell sideways breaking her hip. She had been suffering from heart problems making it necessary for them to wait a few days for the replacement surgery and as she did her health seemed to deteriorate quickly. She too soon had caught an infection and the fever set in. The surgery never happened and she became bedridden – home care was arranged but she seemed to wilt as she realized her life would never be the same.

My grandfather aided by family watched over and cared for her – but eventually she needed in-patient care to stabilize her and she was transferred to the hospital. About the same time, and though my grandfather had been quite healthy and vigorous, a small wound on his foot had become infected, the infection reached the bone, and a partial amputation followed. Soon a systemic infection set in and this burly and powerful man was laid low by the smallest of creation’s creatures and they were in the hospital together in separate rooms on separate floors.

I was visiting him one day when the doctor came in and told him that he had finally turned the corner and if things continued he would be going home the next week. He immediately brightened up, and told the doctor how good it would be to be back at home with his wife. The doctor paused, and carefully explained that he would be going home – his wife was another matter and that he should expect that she would never go home again. Her prognosis was very grim, and with that, his dreams of being back at home with her again were dashed like a crystal vase on a tile floor. I saw it in his eyes and face. It was like the emotion drained out of him. His eyes which once sparkled and glittered now dimmed and dulled, his expression became solemn and lifeless, and he seemed smaller and suddenly weak. In addition, because of his prior infection and her weakened state he would be not be permitted to see her in person or be in the same room, much less have any form of physical contact. He nodded to the doctor, and without saying a word lay back in the bed and closed his eyes. He almost whispered, “I’m so tired, and I just can’t face going home without her…”. A tear rolled down the cheek of the one man I had never seen cry. He refused food and drink. The next night he passed away quietly and wordlessly, as if to use silence to say “there is nothing more to be said”. I never saw him alive again.

There was great consternation about whether or not to tell my grandmother what had happened.  The fever had taken her for days at a time and her lucidity came and went like a flickering porch lamp. Often when she was lucid it didn’t last long enough to impart any useful information, as she often didn’t know where or when she was. A few days after he died though, I had come in from a work trip to see her. They had warned me she was slipping away, and it had been a rush to beat the reaper so that we could say our goodbyes. I was awash in emotion and trying very hard to hold it together, but when I walked in she was alert and sitting up and talking up a storm. As soon as I walked in the door she blurted out to me “He’s dead you know. He’s gone. He left without me. Oh it’s so good to see you!”. We had a lovely conversation during which I told her about work and her great-grandchild, and got to laugh and cry together. It wasn’t to last, as the day wore on she started to fade. She knew she couldn’t go home and kept repeating “He’s gone, and I miss him so much. I just want to be with him again… even if for a short time, I forgot to tell him I’ll always love him…” throughout the evening. She asked me to hold her hand because she was scared,and Grampa wasn’t there to do it. I did, I sat by her bed and held her hand for the next few hours and the family piled into her room and the children played, the adults argued about inane trivia, and we all watched a TV game show she had been following. At some point I noticed that she no longer had a pulse. She still had my hand tightly gripped when she passed away, with wisp of a smile on her face. They died within a week of each other and Thanksgiving is always tinged with sadness at their loss and thankfulness for the mercy that they were able to not only live together but die together, so that she was not subjected to the loneliness and despair that his loss caused her any longer than was necessary.

They were soul mates. Their shining example of a harmonious marriage built on a foundation of service to each other, mutual love and affection, and an abundance of  joy made a lasting imprint on me. When she met the woman who would later become my wife, her primary concern was that she would not be fully aware of  the task of caring for a husband in the manner of the example I had been raised to expect. They both spent endless hours as I grew up imparting wisdom and instructions on how to care for your partner and maintain a happy and balanced marriage. She did the same for my fiancee, both before and after the marriage. At one point she provided my wife a recipe box containing my favorite foods to help her in caring for me as the military was about to take my new family far from home. Her only criteria for a good spouse was that they were also my best friend and that they truly love me and care for me, so that she could one day leave this world confident that I was in good hands. She abhorred divorce as the child of a broken home, and often reiterated that “we make ourselves happy.  Your husband or wife simply shares the joy you create.” It was her greatest hope that I would find my soulmate, but she also insisted that soulmates were made and not found, and that developing a marriage to that point would take more years than she would live to see. I know for a fact, that they are both very proud and happy for what we found together and then built upon over the intervening years. By growing together instead of apart through joy and adversity, we, too, have become Soulmates.

My Grandparents

Please feel free to share your thoughts or stories in the comments section, as always I appreciate your feedback and comments, tweets, likes, and reposts. You can email me at cc70458@gmail.com if you’d like to pass anything on.

13 advertisements that make science fun

Science World, the Science Museum of Vancouver, created a series of fun advertisements to inspire people to take an interest in the science and prove that a science museum can be fun.

60,000+ hits on my Blog, thank you!

 

Well WOW. Over 1,000 followers last week and just noticed I got over 60,000 hits to my blog, all since January. For me I am stunned as I STILL can’t see what is so appealing with my average blog, I try my best to mix the blogs up so I don’t bore myself and anyone else. But all these followers and hits is just AMAZING and I don’t take flattery well, I said this in January when I started blogging for real here and I say it now, flattery, I don’t take well. I think it is because I was involved in a “Team” and now I am on my lonesome, my own even

So thank you all for the follows and reads. I hope you have all (Individually) noticed I have been on your blog a lot more lately, I am trying but it is impossible. I don’t come on-line till night time although one of the PC’s/Laptop’s or my Tablet is on, if not my phone is, so I am always on-line if not actually on the internet

So thanks again, I really mean it, I love this place to bits, it has opened many doors for me. When I lost the old football job’s (I know it is boring me also) I had to find something else to get my mind into, so the old saying stands “When one door closes, another opens” You just got to walk through it

More love

Less hate

Shaun

When You Put Money And People Together

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THAT! Was so much fun to do, every photo merged with money just looks real, photography is amazing when used to do tricks like this!

The Hold up (With Audio) with my Radio show, advice welcome

The Hold up…

Eddie http://bishoptatro.wordpress.com/ and I are still talking HARD about getting this up and running. With my pain and Eddie moving home and being in Hospital this wasn’t really the hold up. The hold up I am feeling is – What day and  time to do this 1 hour a week, to start with, Radio Show. I have it all set up and ready to go here: https://www.spreaker.com/user/lifeandtimeschat < PLEASE FOLLOW!

For anyone who want’s to call in the Skype add is shaunsradio I have 30+ people added and ready to go, I have the software and all installed on 2 machines, my main room PC and the Kitchen Laptop and even my Samsung Tablet 🙂 But I can’t host from there. Also I am in Scotland, where rain was invented

So the QUESTION IS “WHAT DAY, WHAT TIME OF DAY” I am GMT 0, I am 5 hours behind New York and 8/9 hours behind California, so I am STRUGGLING to find a suitable day and time. I would be DELIGHTED if I could get feedback from people who just may listen, wherever you are in the World. This will be going out to American audience at their time as this is what was planned. I am an Owl as it is, so a 2am start here in the UK would be fine (9pm Eastern Sea board USA) Also being ideal for people from Australia and South Africa. I am thinking Saturday, Sunday would be hard with Eddie being a Bishop and with his Church duties, I don’t know if late Sunday would be ok. so still talking to be done as you can see

Any suggestions would help Eddie and I.

Remember:

To follow and get email notifications from a DAFT SCOTSMAN, Follow here: https://www.spreaker.com/user/lifeandtimeschat

Add shaunsradio to Skype if you think you may call in. all lower case as it is. If I don’t accept in a day or two please don’t worry, you can add me here also shaunyg1973 This is my personal Skype for anyone who just fancies a chat. I DO NOT DO VIDEO THANKS TO A DIRTY WOMAN AND A BANANA WHEN MY KIDS WHERE AROUND!! Yeah…So Audio only 🙂

And follow this page http://prayingforoneday.wordpress.com/shauns-radio-show-coming-soon/ (It is on the top of my blog) for updated, I am HOPING before the end of the Month. I think the hold up is helping as it is getting the word out. But it is frustrating. I will be host, Scottish accent and all, Eddie is a Bishop from the USA so my hope is we can talk anything from God to string theory to ghosts and ufo’s to corporate greed in our World and all in-between. It is frustrating, but I am DETERMINED to get this going. I have all the programming done, pingbacks for nuisance calls and have tested it here, 5 minute system test

 

Please hang in there, I am CHOCKING to get this going, really exited, I love my own voice and will debate/discuss anything, within reason. I just needed to put a 5 second delay on live shows in-case any idiots call in, you know the story 😉

Any help, debate, ideas would be helpful

More love

Less hate

Shaun (And Eddie) 🙂

 

 

George Carlin – The Ten Commandments

 

No disrespect to anyone, I am in AGONY and need something to laugh at and I am ALL out of funny pictures for now, so here is some George Carlin, my favourite truth teller, don’t be offended, I am on my fucking death bed here. Allow me to laugh and smile while my body burns up like a meteor burning up through the atmosphere, I don’t ask for much, just a small laugh.

Been awake 28 hours, not tired, but need to try and sleep here, and a funny video!

I did this blog here, http://prayingforoneday.wordpress.com/2013/07/05/why-never-to-stay-awake-for-40-hours/ After being away 40 hours, I am 12 hours away from that and hope I can sleep soon. I am not even tired. Pain is burning me up, the heat in Scotland just now is “WOW” As I sit here at :01:45 AM It is 64 fahrenheit, 18 celsius, very hot for a Scottish night, early morning, whenever it is. I have just taken some sleepy medication and am going to go to bed and re-watch World War Z and see if I can sleep. But I have a feeling I won’t be able to. I have spent all night on Skype and my homes http://www.celticfc.net/mainindex.php and http://www.abovetopsecret.com/ as well as many of my other haunts of internet browsing, I even lay down and read my book on my Tablet and I could feel the old eyes start to go squint and one was closing, turned off my book, light out, HAAALLOOOO Wide awake.

NIGHTMARE!

So I will show you some Billy Connolly, the best Scottish Comedian there IS! He swears, but funny as anything you want to talk about. Give him a watch. When he says “Nightmare” This is how I say “NIGHTMARE” So you know the context I say “Nightmare” 🙂