Friday, 29 January 2010
Saturday, 23 January 2010
would pray for them or their loved ones, and as far as I am aware no
one has complained. I know of no reason why the mention of God should
upset anyone, so I thought perhaps some people might like to read this
and agree or not with the contents. As always it is your choice to
publish or not, but those that do not like it as they say don't have
to read it.
Don't think I am being pretentious but I was thinking. (No comments
please.)When natural disasters happen such as the Tsunami five years
ago and the recent earthquake in Haiti, I think it understandable that
people might question the existence of a loving God, because surely a
loving God would not let these things happen. Then my thoughts turned
to when he has intervened, and in one case in particular saved more
peoples lives than all of the other so called natural disasters put
together. I am thinking of Alexander Flemming and Penicillin. It is
beyond dispute that the discovery was accidental, and happened purely
by an amazing series of events. Of all the uncountable multitude of
Fungal Spores in existence, one such spore floated in to a window that
should never been left open, and landed on a culture dish that should
never been left out and spoiled the culture in it, or so it was
thought. Flemming it is well known was angry because an experiment was
ruined. As he was about to throw the culture away it dawned on him the
implications of what he was seeing. It was the discovery of a medicine
that would save more lives and suffering than any other. Flemming was
Knighted because of this discovery, and I see no reason to disagree
with the fact that he was. 1 followed by a trillion noughts would not
come close to the amount of fungal spores in existence, but the right
one floated in that window, and the rest is history. The odds of all
those things coming together by pure chance is so unbelievable, that
not accepting the hand of God was the cause is laughable. An Atheist
would need to have more faith in there being no God, than a Christian
who believes and knows there is. It is food for thought, Jim Davis.
Thursday, 21 January 2010
Wednesday, 20 January 2010
A WOMAN'S WEEK AT THE GYM
If you read this without laughing out loud, there is something wrong with you. This is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get into a regular workout routine
For my birthday this year, I purchased a week of personal training at the local health club. Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try.
I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Christo, who identified himself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear.
Friends seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.
Started my day at 6:00 am. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Christo waiting for me. He is something of a Greek god-- with blond hair, dancing eyes, and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!!
Christo gave me a tour and showed me the machines.. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which he conducted his aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring!
Christo was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time he was around.
This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!!
I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Christo made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then he put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. His rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT! It's a whole new life for me.
The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.
Christo was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. His voice is a little too perky for that early in the morning and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying.
My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Christo put me on the stair monster. Why the hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Christo told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. He said some other shit too.
Asshole was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as his thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late-- it took me that long to tie my shoes.
He took me to work out with dumbbells. When he was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. He sent some skinny bitch to find me.
Then, as punishment, he put me on the rowing machine-- which I sank.
I hate that bastard Christo more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic, little aerobic instructor. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat him with it.
Christo wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the damn barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich.
The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?
Satan left a message on my answering machine in his grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing his voice made me want to smash the machine with my planner; however, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel..
I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my husband will choose a gift for me that is fun-- like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!
Monday, 18 January 2010
Sunday, 17 January 2010
Thursday, 14 January 2010
Wednesday, 13 January 2010
Tuesday, 12 January 2010
Sunday, 10 January 2010
Friday, 8 January 2010
Thursday, 7 January 2010
Happy New Year to all you Cuckooites.
After reading your write up Tom.Not wanting the blog to fail,I thought I would reminisce about some of my life spent on the Cuckoo Estate.
Starting in War time,is there anyone out there whom was evacuvated to the Rhondda Valley in South Wales.I went to a place down there with my brother Raymond,but it was to stay with my grandmother,as my father came from Tylorstown before he moved to London.When he lived there he lived not far from the boxer Jimmy Wild,who became flyweight champion of the world.My dad worked down the mines when he was 14.but decided to move to London when he was 20.and that was when he met my mother.When they were first married they lived just off the Portobello Rd in London.They moved to the Cuckoo Estate in 1937 when I was 3yrs old.My dad worked as a milkman for the United Dairys in West Ealing,this was when the milkman had horses.As I got older I would help my dad on his milk round.My dad was a keen dart player,he played at the White Hart Pub.His playing mates were, Bill Stone,Jim O'leary,both of whom came from the Cuckoo Estate.
My mum was in a gang of ladies who cut the privet hedges during the war on the estate,someone might remember them.
I lived in Westcott Cresc. and I am wondering if anyone remembers some of my neighbours,ones I can remember were, Ted Grimes,Billy Goodacre,Audrey Barton,Bill & Winnie Fowler.
Pherhaps if you could post a catagorie for Life stories and I can carry on Tom.
All the best Derek.
Wednesday, 6 January 2010
|Hi. Tom, if I havn't already said, HAPPY NEW YEAR.|
This should get some minds working.
Monday, 4 January 2010
Sunday, 3 January 2010
Friday, 1 January 2010
I am reporting to you from my position as Editor of this website.We are now ending the third year we have been on the web,we have had great success sometimes but lately we have started to falter and in my words become very boring and mundane.The life blood of this website is when Cuckooites send in old photo's and story's they remember from the past and engage in the postings they find interesting.Sadly this has stopped happening and I have nothing to work with to keep this site vibrant and exciting to visit.It needs chat and conversation from you all not just a few who have tried hard to keep it going but I think will agree it has become harder and harder.What happens in early 2010 will decide our fate as I for one are not interested in spending my time for a loosing cause.We have a good thing and it will be missed by many as we have up to 1500 visitors a week at our peek ,but in the end it will be up to you if we survive and become the vibrant site everyone wants.Our work is not done as we continue to find old friends and neighbors all over this world who are excited to find old friends from their childhood.
I hope we get the response we need to carry on but if we should fail I want to say it has been fun.
Your Editor Tommy