Beaut.ie Blather: Thursday

By Aisling | January 15 2009 | 229 Comments

beaut.ie blatherJays howeya Thursday

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229 Replies to "Beaut.ie Blather: Thursday"

  • Lynnie Lynnie says:

    Morning all, happy Thursday!

    My stomach is turning here – the woman sitting opposite me on the train has spent the entire journey rooting around in her nostrils slowly and thoughtfully and thoroughly and then making breakfast of the yield.

  • tina says:

    Morning!

    Lynnie – eeww! eewww! eeeeewwwwwwwwwww!

  • hockeysticks says:

    lynnieee …… gggrrrrooooosssssss!

    the man in front of me on tuesday on the bus smelled of dog, really strongly. thankfully he got up and left after two stops … public transport is dodgy like that!

  • xgirl says:

    Thanks for sharing that Lynnie… :) You do see some unbelievable things on public transport!

  • Ruth says:

    Morning…that is soooooo gross Lynnie…man im so tried..had a great nights sleep but still wreaked…can wait for a lie in on Sat..

  • hockeysticks says:

    is anyone else sleeping all the hours god sends at the mo and still tired ? i am blaming it on january, being broke etc but my boyf thinks there is something medically wrong with me :)

  • Bunnybun says:

    Hockeysticks, I hear ya, am so tired. Wake up every morning excited by the thought of getting back into bed the next night…. am just exhausted! Putting it doen to getting over my illness of last week though.

  • Tiddles says:

    Hockeysticks – absolutely. Was so exhausted last night – had an early night and the best sleep ever – but still am tired now. It’s awful.

    Morning all!

  • Bunnybun says:

    Ok, you have most likely all seen this already as its doing the rounds, but I think its great and so apt for this miserable month, so here goes:

    January
    Twas the month after Christmas,
    and all through the house,
    Nothing would fit me,
    not even a blouse.

    The cookies I’d nibbled,
    the chocolate I’d taste
    At the holiday parties
    had gone to my waist.

    When I got on the scales
    there arose such a number!
    When I walked to the store
    (less a walk than a lumber),

    I’d remember the marvellous meals I’d prepared;
    The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,
    The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese
    And the way I’d never said, “No thank you, please.”

    As I dressed myself in my husband’s old shirt
    And prepared once again to do battle with dirt…
    I said to myself, as I only can,
    “You can’t spend a winter, disguised as a man!”

    So, away with the last of the sour cream dip.
    Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip.
    Every last bit of food that I like must be banished
    Till all the additional ounces have vanished.

    I won’t have a cookie, not even a lick.
    I’ll want only to chew on a long celery stick.
    I won’t have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie.
    I’ll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.

    I’m hungry, I’m lonesome, and life is a bore…
    But isn’t that what January is for?
    Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.
    Happy New Year to all, and to all a good diet.

  • Hello everybody!
    Bunny, very good your poem!
    Today is grey and dull but I have a dinner this evening with a friend from Manchester.
    Have a nice day!

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