Moffat v Paisley RFC

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For most of the games this season, I have not felt well enough to attend, or it was too cold for me.Today Jim helped me with the chores, bought me a jewelry box and so it was only good manners to go to the game with him. Of course that meant going alone, but being where he could see me. On Jim's blog when he says rugby is all there is, he isn't joshing. He can so block into he game in his mind, I cease to exist. He takes every yellow card personally for either side, and makes no apologies for being team manager. He has forgotten more than I will ever know about the game. And why he wants me there i will never know. But as I said, he wants me there so i willingly went. I am so glad i did. Jennifer and Lisa and another person sitting with us were so much fun. Jennifer has shown me a side of Scott i didn't know was there, and although I already considered him a friend as a member of the club, I really like him now. 
Gary was man of the match, and when i took a weak spell he was right there to help Jim get me in the car. Peggy has had a few bad days as well, and she worked today anyway and not at a slow pace. Needless to say the crowd was immense and we ran out of Pringles, but not out of luck. Poor Moffat, they didn't know how much we needed this game to come back after McLaren, and we were magnificenter than usual. (I know i made that word up.)
The touch judge was his usual good natured self, and the pregame jokes he told were a blast. I prefer him as a ref but he is an all-rounder.
Kevin is soon off to NY and today was Joel D's last game before moving. I met a young lad called Malkie (not Mr Dodd) who i think is a riot. Speaking of Dodd's one who played today may regret it tomorrow, but by God he is a magnificent player to watch. It is exciting to see someone who loves the game, and knows the game. There was one coach who is only there to scream, and you may not believe this, but some people resent that. Rumor has it we won't have him around much longer and that's too bad cause he was a hard worker. 
Ok so we won all the games. The first was an odd one cause it was Paisley v Paisley, so you didn't know who to root for, and the under18's won but at the price of constant abuse form the coach,  (in
my humble opinion), although many think that is just his way.
The best part of my day was spending a few moments with Mr Wilson who is a perfect gentleman and a devotee of the game. We talk of many things though, and he never bores me for a second. Pure quality man, lol.
So thus ends my day in the sun. We left the house at 11 am and i got Jim home for 7, then he went right back, and so here i sit another Saturday night alone. In his desire to be with his buddies, he forgets his biggest fan is sitting right here. I miss the long talks on the phone and computer before i moved here, and i miss that man. That man couldn't get enough of time alone with me. I think since i have become unwell, coming home is always to a list of things I can't do for myself. He can't just come home and hit the computer, and chill. He is a good man, but maybe my constant needing care is getting old. Or maybe i am just being paranoid. I just know this will be my last night home alone for awhile. He may regret going back when he remembers he said he would take me to church tomorrow for 10:30 am. We shall see.
My mighty men of Paisley made me proud today, especially the 2nd 15, as they gave up some tries because they remembered the other team was under 18 and should not be crushed like one would an adult. In the warm sun shine everyone seemed to be doing there best to get old winter cobwebs out. It was just a great couple of games and  a sunny beautiful day.
There is some talk about a trip to Blackpool or somewhere pre-season. Sounds like fun--hope they can all go.
God bless. Good day.

Last day before May Day

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A million years ago when I lived in America, May Day was a special day at our church. There were baskets of posies given to take home and replant or if your friend didn't have a green thumb, maybe a basket of muffins and a pretty flowery mug. The point was it was officially recognizing Spring had arrived.
Now of course I also know if you are a pilot, May Day has another meaning, but that is not the context I am writing in today. Last Saturday a real gentleman friend sent roses home for me with my hubby. Call me sentimental, but a girl loves flowers from a gentleman.
Yes I know you may love your wife, but an occasional wildflower bouquet will melt her heart in a way every woman needs to be melted. I know men are logical and it won't make sense to you, but women are more emotion than logic I am told.
Anyhoo, I am grabbing some flowers on my way to the PRFC, so I can spread some of the cheer I have had all week watching my flowers open and bloom.
Why not take a wee nature walk and pick a fistful of fun for your house. Or a quick trip to the petrol station may yield a bunch that are suitable. Just a new muffin recipe and share with some people at church. I love my new church and i hope they come to love me as well. I know the last place broke my  heart, but guess what? it is sturdy and it can take a few more disappointments. This church is not a social club, it is a place where you actually need your Bible for the service, can you imagine? i bet for some of you it is stiff and boring sounding so I advise you find what you are looking for cause it is out there. Don't give up, just think what you want a be a good detective. Don't settle for ordinary, church can be an adventure in getting to know you, and your own family.I have attended four churches now in 8 years, one because of one wedding only (Helen C) and thats another story for another day.
Happy May day tomorrow, pay some joy forward, as one day your tank may be empty and you will need a smile to lift your day. People really do try to be loving when you let them, and now we also need to learn how to receive love as well. Small kind gestures.Not big Royal wedding type affairs--just a friendly howdy do neighbor.
God bless.

Philippa Charlotte Middleton

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Pippa stole the show for me today--walking into Westminster Abbey with the little ones. What a lovely vision she made. Posh Bucket--or is it bouquet? had the bad taste to show up totally in black. David looked sort of unaware of where he even was, but it wasn't even a pretty dress. 
Camilla for her wedding day looked for her a lovely thing, but today she looked both tired and old. Duke of Edinburgh looked very stylish and seem to make some endearing comments to his bride who often smiled at him.
The music was stupendous, the tree theme in the abbey was inspired, and they managed to recite the names without error. Princess William is now a member of the most comical family on earth, or is it tragic?
I was hoping for more from the dress, and the flowers she carried were way too small. I do not know who she took advice from but she is so beautiful she should have outshone the errors. Pity that.
Mrs Cameron did not know enough to cover her head. Tragic, and with an election coming. Well one hopes we are all distracted until May 5, and that no one is keeping a close eye on what the marriage from hell between Tories and Flip-Dems are up to. Time will tell.I may be a bit of a cynic.
God bless.

The Royal Fiasco

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Is it just that I am jaded that i do not want any part of this wedding tomorrow? Kate is no virgin bride, and William if tradition holds will be thinking of another woman as he baldfaced lies before God. He couldn't stand up to his Mother then, and if he had maybe Diana would be alive today. Harry has no Windsor blood it is said so maybe he has a chance. Don't get me started on horse-face Camilla, except to say she must never be queen. The present Queen has kept that title scandal free except for what her slack-jawed children got up to. And isn't it ironic the son everyone thought was gay is the only one married to their first spouse? Good on ya Edward.
I remember Charles and Diana's wedding , we all thought the most embarrassing thing form that day would be Diana getting Charles name wrong. Who knew Charlie big ears was thinking of his mistress while taking vows before God with Diana?
I have no hope for those with Windsor blood in them, after this Queen we must seriously consider if the tax dollars are worth keeping so many palaces in order. I think Charles should stick to his kilt wearing, tree hugging, organic plodding through life. If he loves his country he will consider if in this day and age the Camelot myth was smashed to smithereens by him and his siblings? Andy is a no-brainer, but don't they all look God in a uniform?
I pity you Kate, I really do I am with your Aunt Alice on that. Well, someone had to start Williams marriage list, so you get to be first.Lucky you.
God bless.

The birth certificate

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Donald Trump is a horses patootey. Rich as Croesus, stupid as a box of rocks. He is not fit to drive the presidential limo let alone be the president, and he saved the taxpayers a fortune last week by showing the depths stupidity can go in a man that can walk erect. The birth certificate was produced today to the scorn of right thinking folk who know if there is a story the press will be all over it, even if false as in the case of FOX Noise. FOX is the worlds authority on manufactured facts.Sarah Palin works for them, need any more info?
I won't bore you with the details again, but imagine you dreamed of a job your whole life, and when you got it, it was the worst time in American financial history. Clinton had defended both the constitution and then balanced the budget, despite being impeached for his efforts. Along comes Jones--Bush and Cheney and Blair--the 3 stooges, and all hell breaks loose. The budget Mr Obama inherited had been decimated, and the country imploded with a record number of bad banks being bailed out, despite the fact that they had made the dodgy loans.
The times have been very hard for Americans, and they want a miracle worker not a mere president. I have a friend who insists on calling Mr Obama "O'vomit" and still calls herself a Christian.
This week for Easter the daughters of Mr and Mrs Obama read "where the wild things are" by Maurice Sendak. I think Obama had a knowing smile, the wild things are all around him. Good luck for your second term Mr. President, you may win by default because the republicans can't find one uncompromisable candidate to oppose you. This should be fun to watch. 
God Bless the USA
God bless.

British stiff upper lip

Erectile dysfunction, herpes, aids, colonoscopies.
Nice people don't talk about these things, right?
They and their families suffer in silence.
Nuff said.

Happy Birthday to me!!!!

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you good or nice people won't know what I am stressing about, but I hate birthdays. It isn't the aging I am 53, it is more how nice people are to you that normally don't acknowledge you on the street. If  you are special to me I won't wait for a specific day to tell you. I will let you know in any case I am not good at hiding good or bad emotions. I could never play poker for example. Even when i think i am circumspect my own face makes a liar out of me. 
Why can't we just say , you are a real nerd but I love you? I don't mean that syrupy romantic drivel I mean I genuinely would feel bad if you were hit by a bus, I would miss you stuff?
I have said it many times at funerals, but not so much at parades and parties. I wait too late to tell you how very much I think about the things you say, even if I don't respond at the time. The same intimacy that attracts you to your partner, will quickly fade in the cold light of day if you get too "comfortable" by which i mean rude to each other, at home.
We have friends we think are having marital woes, and we love them both, I just wish they were as kind to each other as they are to strangers on the street. We are at least polite to strangers. We would never shout I hate you in public even if we did. Something about being on our own door step and we forget common decency and basic kindergarten manners. Be careful what you say, do you really want to be alone? you know you can do that without leaving a wrecking ball in your former beloveds heart. I mean, you picked them. so if they are losers it says as much about you as them.
Some days I hate Jim enough to run him over, but it rarely has anything to do with Jim. He must be away long hard hours to support our family and his former one. He did so well he got a superior evaluation. He struggles with making his performance match his company's high ideal expectations. In return the company is taking his beautiful car he loves so much. Some way to say thanks huh? But Jim just regroups and says, "well it isn't just me its a lot of the guys". And he believes it, he has put his future in this company's hands.That is a kind of respect and love--to submit to things that don't always seem fair to take care of those you love. Jim loves me, and every time we have to be apart I miss him awfully. I was not his first choice, but I hope to be his last. He is my best friend. I don't want to look for another of those. I am content. Tell the people you love, don't assume they know. Unless you do want to be alone, like Greta Garbo.Lonely that.This could be a rebirth for you too.
God bless