Tag: Feeling Good

The Frowning Nose

‘Tis such a blow
You know
When all you see
Is ya nose

And all the more so,
When it looks so frowny.

It’s a slow blogging day today.

My Gravatar Avatar has served me well over the past few years. A representation of my face in a perfectly formed square, with a pleasant smile, and the ability to add the odd special effect here and there, when needed. The problem with my Gravatar Avatar lately, however, is that it doesn’t fit the new round Gravatar Avatar windows that are appearing on more and more themes. Now that I have a new theme (Have you noticed? (Yes, I know I change my theme every third month, but I like to try them out!)) they’re round when you comment and I reply. And in my image, all I can see is a frowning nose. Yes, I have seen this before, and I could handle it on other folk’s fine blogs, but now that it’s on my own, things need to alter.

I shall be in need, therefore, of a new Gravatar Avatar.

Change. It’s constantly evolving.

It’s time to peel away the old face and start again!

Thursday. The day before the day before.

Today, as you know, is Thursday. Unless you aren’t reading this today, and then it might not be… although you could be reading it on a different Thursday, so then it is again.

This Thursday, today, the one I’m writing on, is a Thursday, and will remain so for the next few hours.

I’m back to normal today, I’m extremely pleased to say. The yoyo effect of the past few days has finally wore off, without so much as a hint of residue, and I feel connected once more. The Mansion seems a little odd, a little different, but then that was the norm anyway, thinking about it, so I’ll let sleeping dogs lie. Besides, October’s fast approaching (Christmas items are appearing in the shops, so it must be!) and the Mansion goes into its own during October. I can’t say a bit weird, but just look around.

The day started as last night ended, with li’l ole moi in one heckuva grump. I thrust my arms into my shirt sleeves as I dressed in such a show of grumpiness, my hands had already burst through the cuffs as my wrists were still at the shoulder. I’d buttoned up my buttons (as you do) in such a red haze, I’d bypassed one buttonhole and only discovered it when I tried to put on a shoe and needed to bend like Quasimodo to reach it. Clothing neatly arranged, I left the Mansion at 7am to go to work.

By 8:15am the night’s darkness had returned. Thick, ominous, heavy clouds literally obliterated the sunlight, and I looked out to see nothing but this eerie gloom as far as my eyes could see. I’m quite high up, so could see for many a mile, and it was all the same.

Some migrating geese flew overhead in a triangular formation – I don’t mean as in the V shape that we normally see them flying in, they were flying in a triangle at one point. The lack of Sun must have disorientated them somewhat. I’m sure they flew back in the direction they came from as well. I was left hoping they’d soon realise.

But the dark gloom had a calming effect on me. My mood was nothing like this scene that was playing out before me. I remembered once again that how we are feeling is reflected back to us, we just have to notice. I couldn’t miss this, and realised that if I continued on my downward spiral, every day would be as dark and gloomy as this one, and I decided there and then that that wasn’t going to happen.

I hissed. I literally hissed as the dark spectre was flung from out of my body. I’m sure my work colleagues noticed, but they are far to professional to even bat an eyelid. Or couldn’t care any less. ‘Sup to them!

After my hissing, daylight started to return, and over the horizon I could see bluebirds singing blue skies once more. Brilliantly bright and brilliantly blue.

Then the torrential rains came. You’d have thought they’d have been here whilst the clouds had plunged us all into the despair of darkness, but oh, no… they waited until it brightened up to dampen our spirits. But not mine. Not mine, I tell you! I love a good rainstorm anyway, and listened to every single raindrop as it hit its target.

The rest of the day went slowly. It was like a month, actually, but I never let it get me down.

Thinking back, though, overall, it was a good day, full of blog fodder, which is always good. And, I’m back to Feeling Good, so there won’t be any complaints from me.

Me? Complain? Never!

And today is Thursday. The day before the day before the weekend. Now there’s a relaxing thought!

ready for take off

One’s Still in a Grump!


I’m up and down like a yoyo this week. Monday, I was down, like really down, doing one of those yoyo walks along the floor things, more commonly known as Sleeper moves, apparently (or probably). Tuesday, I was up on high, like a Breakaway move, spinning around and being pushed back and forth. Today, I’m in a grump. The snapped string move. The my yoyo’s over there and my string is here move. The oops, I’ve forgotten my yoyo move.

I don’t know about yoyo though – it’s more like mojo, y’know?

My mojo’s a no show.

My yoyo show’s a no go, so a no mojo non-yoyo show’s a big blow. A great big one. Ho ho!

Up and down and round and round.

I know I’m in a grump. Everything we see around us reflects back to us. Gives us clues as to what we may need to change to move forward in a better direction.

I walked passed a young man this evening on a narrow pavement. He had those white ear plug things rammed inside his ears, and was listening to that tinny essing noise that everyone seems to be enjoying nowadays. Eyes steely forward, he walked towards me. The pavement was too narrow for the two of us to pass, so I stepped to one side. The miserable dude pouted pathetically as he ignored me on his walk by (trout pout, I must add!) and still staring forward, his eyes never altered. I actually thought he was sleepwalking and had painted his eyes on. The worst thing is, I couldn’t even tut loudly due to the essing coming out of his ears. Maybe the noise drowned out his grateful side… or common sense entirely. My, I’m grumpy.

Anyway, I don’t move to one side for thanks as it stands. I’m merely being polite.

I went for a walk around the Lake earlier, and as soon as I got there the geese had a huge fight with the heron. I don’t know what caused it, but they made such a ruckus, all of the ducks came quacking over from all directions to see what was going on. It didn’t last long, and then the calm of the Lake returned. Apart from one foghorn leghorn duck who was probably today’s designated gossip mongerer, repeating the news over and over again as our twenty-four hour news channels do here.

And the weather! What is going on with the weather? The mornings start off cool, like the Sleeper yoyo move, like way down. As the day goes on, the temperatures raise, so much so that in the evening walking outside is like walking into a heated greenhouse. Stuffy. That in turn makes folk feel hot under the collar. Grumpy.

Up and down and round and round.

Ah, well. I’ll be up again tomorrow. You mark my words.

For now, I’m going to get my Links Page sorted out. That’s a complete mess at the moment and I have no idea why. There – all sorted and it looks as good as new!

I’ll finish with a photo of the Lake’s heron, in quieter times…

It’s a bit blurry, but that’s fitting with today’s post!

Cheers ears!

I’m much more relaxed after yesterday’s post, thank you for asking.

So relaxed, I managed to visit a few blogs, only a few mind, and left a handful of comments. The other blogs will be visited over the coming week… I’m trying out ‘cluster-blogging’ now. For those of you unaware, Cluster-Blogging is just picking 10 – 20 blogs from the reader, and reading them before moving on to something else. Doing this, everyone will get read, and I have a steady stream of blogs to read.

I’m a little behind, so I may be reading September’s posts in April next year, but I’ll get there. I’m sure of it. And at the weekend, I’m making time for (drum roll please!) Double-Cluster-Blogging, or even back-to-back Double-Cluster-Blogging, depending on time availability. I’ll catch up eventually.

To complete yesterday’s dreadful jokes, I have three more – all ear based. Sit back, hold your stomachs and brace yourselves:

What kind of monster has the best hearing? The eeriest.

How is an ear of corn like an army? It has lots of kernels.

A guy walks into a doctors office with a carrot in his ear and a piece of celery up his nose. He says: ” Doc, I don’t know what’s wrong with me!” The doctor thinks for a while, and finally says “bingo! I know what’s wrong with you!” The patient says “Really? What is it?”. “You’re not eating right.”

Hopefully, ‘normal’ posts will resume here from tomorrow. If not, I promise to leave off the jokes. Enough, I know, is enough!

Image from Pixabay

Harrumph! Groan. Mutter. Grumble. Gripe.

I’m feeling stressed, and my skin is showing it.

I’m feeling tired, and my eyes are showing it.

I’m feeling achy, and my movements are showing it.

I’m feeling rushed, and everything I do is showing it.

And because everything is showing how I’m feeling, I’m feeling ratty. Grrr. I mean squeeeeeeeak.


I think I want a job cleaning mirrors. It’s something I could really see myself doing.

What would bears be without bees? Ears.

What do you call a belt made out of watches? A waist of time.

Who invented the Round Table? Sir Cumferance.

What do you call a can opener that doesn’t work? A can’t opener.

An invisible man marries a invisible woman. Their kids are nothing to look at either.

What’s black and white and noisy? A zebra with a drum kit.

What’s the most stupid animal in the jungle? The polar bear.

What was a more important invention after the telephone? The second one.

Whoever invented knock knock jokes should get a no bell prize.

What is brown and sticky? A stick.

Knock knock. Who’s there? Doris. Doris who? Doris locked that’s why I’m knocking.

I’m knocking it off there. I trawled the internet looking for some really dreadful jokes, only to find myself being thwarted by annoying pop ups asking me to check something else out before I leave. I didn’t. I just left. I don’t need pop ups cluttering the place when I’m trying to de-stress. And breathe…

I did an image search for ‘groan’ and was presented with the image at the top of the post.

‘Gripe’ brought back:

‘Grumble’ gave me:

And ‘Harrumph’? ‘Harrumph’ gave me:

The internet’s gone mad. Mad I tell you. MAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!


I’m feeling better now. It all helps!