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FRIENDS, DON'T GET JEALOUS, I'M LOOKING FOR YOURS NOW.

Mellissa Williamson, a Bullit Avenue resident, worries about the effect that the sound of jack-hammers will have on her unborn child.

Well, she would, wouldn't she.

Today is one of the many National Mental Health Days throughout the year.

You can do your bit by remembering to send a blog to at least one unstable person.... !

Life is too short for drama & petty things!
So laugh insanely, love truly and forgive quickly!

From one unstable person to another...Hope everyone is happy in your head - we're all doin' pretty good in mine!

Any information on the variety would be welcome as I am visiting the plastic surgeon next week.

I would love to give credit to the photographer but unfortunately I don't know it was.

Unlike Mick Jagger and the Strolling Bones, today, I achieved personal satisfaction.

It's been a while since I did it, once upon a time it was a very regular occurence, possibly some thing to do with age, as you get older bits of you get weaker, with me today it was my left arm, I suppose that is because I am left handed, strange though, as I favour my left arm you would expect it to become stronger, but after just a few minutes the muscles were aching and I had to stop for a break.

My neighbours must have seen me as they both popped around for a cup of coffee, she said, "Would you like to give mine some attention when you have finished, it surely needs it". He said, "I told her when we first moved in that I would give it a good going over the first time, then it was all down to her, she makes me get in to too many nooks and cranny's, and now there is also a big bush to take the clippers too".

I declined their offer and went back to attending to mine, it has grown bigger over the years and much tougher, I have come up with a handy trick and I put an old sheet down to catch the mess and then I tip it in the bin, i have found this to be the cleanest way of doing it.

Now I can relax. I am working on my poem for the competition that La_S is organising, all my own work, I have competed two lines and am a little stuck, I asked for help from my poetry expert, the aforementioned ( that's a nice word ) La_Spice, to help with a word that rhymed with "ectoplasm" she gave me a word, the computer "spellchecker" burst in to flames when I tried to check it, not sure if I will use it, but thanks Marion.

By the way, nearly forgot, the aforementioned ( there, got it in again ) this is a picture of the reason for my satisfaction.

And that's only about a third of it.

There were two nuns..

One of them was known as Sister Mathematical (SM),

and the other one was known as Sister Logical (SL).

It is getting dark and they are still far away from the convent.

SM: Have you noticed that a man has been following us for
The past thirty-eight and a half minutes? I wonder what he wants.

SL: It's logical. He wants to rape us.

SM: Oh, no! At this rate he will reach us in 15 minutes
at the most! What can we do?

SL: The only logical thing to do of course is to walk faster.

SM: It's not working.

SL: Of course it's not working. The man did the only
logical thing. He started to walk faster, too.

SM: So, what shall we do? At this rate he will reach us in one minute.

SL: The only logical thing we can do is split. You go that way and
I'll go this way. He cannot follow us both.

So the man decided to follow Sister Logical.

Sister Mathematical arrives at the convent and is
worried about what has happened to Sister Logical.

Then Sister Logical arrives.

SM: Sister Logical! Thank God you are here!
Tell me what happened!

SL: The only logical thing happened.
The man couldn't follow us both, so he followed me

SM: Yes, yes! But what happened then?

SL: The only logical thing happened. I started to run
as fast as I could and he started to run as fast as he could.

SM: And?

SL: The only logical thing happened. He reached me

SM: Oh, dear! What did you do?

SL: The only logical thing to do.
I lifted my dress up.

SM: Oh, Sister! What did the man do?

SL: The only logical thing to do.
He pulled down his pants.

SM: Oh, no! What happened then?

SL: Isn't it logical, Sister?
A nun with her dress up can run faster than man
with his pants down.

And for those of you who thought it would be dirty,

Say two Hail Marys!