Grump at formatting

I’m getting a bit grumpy now, and it’s because I can’t seem to work out the formatting of WordPress.  I’ve only used Blogger before and it’s very easy.

I can’t seem to change the size of the font, the colour does what it wants, and all the posts seem to merge into one.   Help!!!!

What am I doing wrong?  It’s probably perfectly simple but being me, I’m just looking in the wrong place for the formatting stuff.

Perhaps it’s the template I’m using, perhaps I may have to change it to get the formatting how I want it, but I like the template, it’s pretty.

Bum to sodding formatting and blogs that don’t all work the same.

Thought for the day

Why is it so hard to open a new toilet roll?
Is it just the economy ones, or are the posh coloured ones the same?

I begrudge paying more than double the price for paper that is marginally softer and bit more coloured, just to do the same job.

However, I might be persuaded if the more expensive ones do not give me blood pressure fiddling about trying to unstick the very stuck ends of the thing.

Do the people who make them do it as a joke? Do they put lashings of extra glue on the end bit, giggling at the thought of people like me eventually sticking my fingers within great wadges of it, and tearing at it like a scavenger tearing the meat from a dead animal?

Do they think it funny that I’m left with torn off bits of toilet paper all over my bathroom floor, and that I’ve used so much of it trying to get it open, that by the time I’ve used it for its correct purpose, it’s nearly gone and I’ve got to start the whole process again?

I try to be clever and get in there just after someone else has had the joy of the official ‘toilet roll opening’, and that makes me delirious with pleasure.

All thoughts on toilet paper gratefully accepted.

Damn the internet to hell!!

Flickr, orkut, Live Journal, Library Thing, Blogger, Bebo, Facebook, cre8Buzz, Myspace, Google groups, Flock, Photobucket…….

Why are there so many of these damn things?

I need to back away from the screen, and go and do something more useful. Where is my willpower?

I used it up on stopping drinking and smoking, I’ve none left for the damn internet.

This tickled my nearly extinct sense of humour

When I’m not being a grumpy bint, I sometimes have a little chuckle, and this was the culprit of my last one.

I’m in charge!

All the organs of the body were having a meeting, trying to decide who was in charge. “I should be in charge”, said the brain, “because I run all the body’s systems, so without me nothing would happen”.

“I should be in charge”, said the blood, “because I circulate oxygen all over, so without me you’d all waste away”.

“I should be in charge”, said the stomach, “because I process food and give all of you energy”.

“I should be in charge”, said the rectum, “because I’m responsible for waste removal”.

All the other body parts laughed at the rectum and insulted him, so in a huff, he shut down tight.

Within a few days, the brain had a terrible headache, the stomach was bloated, and the blood was toxic.

Eventually the other organs gave in. They all agreed that the rectum should be the boss.

The moral of the story?

You don’t have to be smart or important to be in charge … just an asshole.

 

Garden pond

Just before my little pond goes the way of all mankind, and is filled in and flowers planted on top of it, I thought I’d show you what it looks like. It’s also for me as I like to look at it, and also it will allow me to practice adding pics on here.

The picture above is one of my favourites, it’s looking so lush and green and the flowers are all out making it feel like my secret garden. I’ve lots of trellis and climbing plants which all add to this affect. My cats love to scratch on the trellis and climb about on it for ages, playing and jumping and trying to catch anyone with their paws who walks underneath them.

It is small but perfectly formed, I hope you will agree. I’ve just had a look at this and it’s hard to actually see what the post is about, eg, the pond, but it’s tucked away at the bottom of the garden just beyond the chair.  I’ll try and find a better one of it.

A virgin year

The first day of a new year, and I’ve decided to make a new years resolution, and it’s that I will succeed!!

 I’ve many things I want to succeed at, one huge, a few not so huge and many everyday things that I’d like to finish, rather than get half way through and forget about.

Succeeding in anything you do is good for the soul, it’s good for your self worth, even if it’s just tidying out that darned cupboard that you promised yourself you would seven years ago.  Once it’s done, you’ve got a really good feeling of satisfaction of a job well done.

 So resolutions, in my book, don’t need to be massive, like losing ten stone, or walking the Great Wall of China, but can be those little every day things that we think don’t count, but they do, they all add up to a feeling of accomplishment.

I gave up drinking 5 years ago, it wasn’t a resolution, it just needed to be done, and it was the right time.  I thought it was such a big thing that I’d never do it, but I did, and 6 months later I gave up smoking.  I’ve put on a few extra pounds since then, mind you, but it’s been worth it. 

Those were the biggies for me, but I now have another biggie which I am struggling with but will leave that for another blog.

Good luck to all who have made resolutions and I know you can stick to ‘em.  Just don’t make them too big:-)

 Happy new year to all my new friends on here:-)

Missing part of my family today

I’m so annoyed, I’m trying to get through to my daughter in Ibiza, not the moon! I’ve got the right dialing code, the right phone number but still get the sodding annoying mechanical message, ‘the number you have dialled has not been recognised, please hang up and try again’!!!

I hate recorded mechanical messages, I hate it when the robot voice of your bank asks you to input all the information on your card, your birth-date and your blood group, and then when you get to speak to a ‘person’, they ask you all over again. Why ask the first sodding time??!!!!!!!!

I’m sorely missing my daughter and my two little granddaughters and things that might have vaguely niggled me, now have me screaming and climbing the walls as my sadness erupts into anger when dealing with other people.

They left on Saturday morning, amidst many tears and cuddles, to go to Ibiza where my daughters boyfriend and the papa of her two babies lives. She will be gone few months, but in the early days it’s so hard, especially as they are two of the most gorgeous babies on the planet. The eldest is 19 months and the youngest is just over a month old.

I’ve kept really busy, but there are times when there is no more busy to be and it hits me, I can’t hold my little babies, but they will be back, so it’s not all gloom, just now as they’ve only just left.

Someones coming to pick up my goldfish from the outside pond tomorrow, I think for safety’s sake it’s best not to have it, and also it requires more maintenance than I am able to give it.

I’ll be sad to lose them and the pond, but we can fill the hole in and make it into a garden for the girls when they come back. I’ve already organised some pretty wellies for Amaya, and a gardening set.

One shelf has been put up in my bedroom, the saga is too long to go into now as to why two shelves weren’t put up.

Reason for title of blog

The reason for the title is probably evident after reading the post above, but a short explanation coming up anyway. I tend not to keep focused on any one subject for long, so my missing my girls meanders into annoying phones, and stories of shelves that aren’t right.

I’m pretty grumpy most of the time, with a few pockets of near happiness which pop up from time to time, just to confuse and annoy me. I’m never happier than when I’m having a good old gripe about something. Perhaps it’s an English thing.

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