Turn Back Time

I started writing up this post yesterday but got a little distracted and never go around to posting it.
There has been a lot happening in work with a new patient they admitted last week.She has a medical condition and wasn't stable on her meds so i've been having to call the woman on call out at night to help me with her.which i hate to do since i know they have to work the next day.Also,they employed this new member of staff 3 weeks ago.I'll call her loopy because im sure she is.When i went in last night she said she'd given this patient more medications because the patient said she was sick and that she'd vomited the others in the bathroom.I said to her you can't do that.This woman is on very strong medication and its easy to overdose on it and once you've signed out for the meds you need to get a doctors permission to give out more.The patient is in there because of a problem with drinking and over the counter pain killers.She always says she's been sick to try and get extra meds.So then i was worried all night in case she slipped into a coma or something.

Your Love Life Secrets Are

Looking back on your life, you will have a few true loves. Although you may have been hurt before, you tend to bring very little scars into new relationships. You prefer a quirky, unique person to be your lover. You're easy going about who you're with, as long as they love you back. In fights, you seek compromise and back down from conflict. You always try to smooth things out. Getting over a break-up doesn't take long. Easy come, easy go.

I hadn't realised it has been so long since i wrote anything.My son has now got his learners driving license.So,ive taken him out driving a couple times and he's also been with his dad.It's totally nerve racking though.I don't think i could be a driving instructor.I mailed some chocs to my grandma its mothers day in Britain on sunday.I think spring might of finally made an appearance here.It forecast to get to 6 degrees on saturday.I really hope it does.

A Joke


A wealthy old lady decides to go on a photo safari in Africa, taking her faithful aged poodle named Sweetie, along for the company.

One day the poodle starts chasing butterflies and before long, Sweetie discovers that she's lost.

Wandering about, she notices a leopard heading rapidly in her direction with the intention of having lunch.

The old poodle thinks, "Oh, oh! I'm in deep doo-doo now!"

Noticing some bones on the ground close by, she immediately settles down to chew on the bones with her back to the approaching cat.

Just as the leopard is about to leap, the old poodle exclaims loudly, "Boy, that was one delicious leopard! I wonder if there are any more around here?"

Hearing this, the young leopard halts his attack in mid-strike, a look of terror comes over him and he slinks away into the trees.

"Whew!", says the leopard, "That was close! That old poodle nearly had me!"

Meanwhile, a monkey who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the leopard.

So off he goes, but the old poodle sees him heading after the leopard with great speed, and figures that something must be up.

The monkey soon catches up with the leopard, spills the beans and strikes a deal for himself with the leopard. The young leopard is furious at being made a fool of and says, "Here, monkey, hop on my back and see what's going to happen to that conniving canine!"

Now, the old poodle sees the leopard coming with the monkey on his back and thinks, "What am I going to do now?", but instead of running, the dog sits down with her back to her attackers, pretending she hasn't seen them yet, and just when they get close enough to hear, the old poodle says:

"Where's that damn monkey? I sent him off an hour ago to bring me another leopard!"

HAPPY ST PATRICK"S DAY

HAPPY ST PATRICK"S DAY

If you've ever thought about being a human guinea pig for a drug company then check this out first.

Things a woman can't do

1/ Know anything about a car except its colour
2/ Understand a film plot
3/ Go 24 hours without sending a text message
4/ Lift
5/ Throw
6/ Run
7/ Park
8/ Read a map
9/ Rob a bank
10/ Sit still
11/ Tell a joke
12/ Play pool
13/ Pay for dinner
14/ Eat a kebab while walking
15/ Argue without shouting
16/ Get told off without crying
17/ Understand fruit machines
18/ Walk past a shoe shop
19/ Make a decent bacon sandwich
20/ Not comment on strangers clothes
21/ Use small amounts of toilet paper
22/ Let you sleep with a hang over
23/ Drink a pint gracefully
24/ Get a round in
25/ Throw a punch
26/ Do magic
27/ Like your friends
28/ Eat a real hot curry
29/ Get to the point
30/ Buy plain envelopes
31/ Take less than 20 minutes in the toilet
32/ Sit in a room for 5 minutes without saying " I'm Cold "
33/ Go shopping without telephoning friends
34/ Avoid credit card debt
35/ Dive into a pool
36/ Assemble furniture
37/ Set a video recorder
38/ Not try change you
39/ Watch a war film
40/ Understand why flirting results in violence
41/ Spend a day by themselves
42/ Go to the toilet by themselves
43/ Buy a purse that fits in your pocket
44/ Choose a video quickly
45/ Fart
46/ Get this far without having argued with at least 1 of the above !

Fined for putting garbage in a bin

http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2-2006110525,00.html

THE PASSING
by: Arthur Conan Doyle (1859-1930)
T was the hour of dawn,
When the heart beats thin and small,
The window glimmered grey,
Framed in a shadow wall.
And in the cold sad light
Of the early morningtide,
The dear dead girl came back
And stood by his beside.
The girl he lost came back:
He saw her flowing hair;
It flickered and it waved
Like a breath in frosty air.
As in a steamy glass,
Her face was dim and blurred;
Her voice was sweet and thin,
Like the calling of a bird.
'You said that you would come,
You promised not to stay;
And I have waited here,
To help you on the way.
'I have waited on,
But still you bide below;
You said that you would come,
And oh, I want you so!
'For half my soul is here,
And half my soul is there,
When you are on the earth
And I am in the air.
'But on your dressing-stand
There lies a triple key;
Unlock the little gate
Which fences you from me.
'Just one little pang,
Just one throb of pain,
And then your weary head
Between my breasts again.'
In the dim unhomely light
Of the early morningtide,
He took the triple key
And he laid it by his side.
A pistol, silver chased,
An open hunting knife,
A phial of the drug
Which cures the ill of life.
He looked upon the three,
And sharply drew his breath:
'Now help me, oh my love,
For I fear this cold grey death.'
She bent her face above,
She kissed him and she smiled;
She soothed him as a mother
May sooth a frightened child.
'Just that little pang, love,
Just a throb of pain,
And then your weary head
Between my breasts again.'
He snatched the pistol up,
He pressed it to his ear;
But a sudden sound broke in,
And his skin was raw with fear.
He took the hunting knife,
He tried to raise the blade;
It glimmered cold and white,
And he was sore afraid.
He poured the potion out,
But it was thick and brown;
His throat was sealed against it,
And he could not drain it down.
He looked to her for help,
And when he looked -- behold!
His love was there before him
As in the days of old.
He saw the drooping head,
He saw the gentle eyes;
He saw the same shy grace of hers
He had been wont to prize.
She pointed and she smiled,
And lo! he was aware
Of a half-lit bedroom chamber
And a silent figure there.
A silent figure lying
A-sprawl upon a bed,
With a silver-mounted pistol
Still clotted to his head.
And as he downward gazed,
Her voice came full and clear,
The homely tender voice
Which he had loved to hear:
'The key is very certain,
The door is sealed to none.
You did it, oh, my darling!
And you never knew it done.
'When the net was broken,
You thought you felt its mesh;
You carried to the spirit
The troubles of the flesh.
'And are you trembling still, dear?
Then let me take your hand;
And I will lead you outward
To a sweet and restful land.
'You know how once in London
I put my griefs on you;
But I can carry yours now--
Most sweet it is to do!
'Most sweet it is to do, love,
And very sweet to plan
How I, the helpless woman,
Can help the helpful man.
'But let me see you smiling
With the smile I know so well;
Forget the world of shadows,
And the empty broken shell.
'It is the worn-out garment
In which you tore a rent;
You tossed it down, and carelessly
Upon your way you went.
'It is not you, my sweetheart,
For you are here with me.
That frame was but the promise of
The thing that was to be--
'A tuning of the choir
Ere the harmonies begin;
And yet it is the image
Of the subtle thing within.
'There's not a trick of body,
There's not a trait of mind,
But you bring it over with you,
Ethereal, refined,
'But still the same; for surely
If we alter as we die,
You would be you no longer,
And I would not be I.
'I might be an angel,
But not the girl you knew;
You might be immaculate,
But that would not be you.
'And now I see you smiling,
So, darling, take my hand;
And I will lead you outward
To a sweet and pleasant land,
'Where thought is clear and nimble,
Where life is pure and fresh,
Where the soul comes back rejoicing
From the mud-bath of the flesh
'But still that soul is human,
With human ways, and so
I love my love in spirit,
As I loved him long ago.'
So with hands together
And fingers twining tight,
The two dead lovers drifted
In the golden morning light.
But a grey-haired man was lying
Beneath them on a bed,
With a silver-mounted pistol
Still clotted to his head.

Poem: The Harlot's House by Oscar Wilde
We caught the tread of dancing feet,We loitered down the moonlit street,And stopped beneath the harlot's house.
Inside, above the din and fray,We heard the loud musicians playThe 'Treues Liebes Herz' of Strauss.
Like strange mechanical grotesques,Making fantastic arabesques,The shadows raced across the blind.
We watched the ghostly dancers spinTo sound of horn and violin,Like black leaves wheeling in the wind.
Like wire-pulled automatons,Slim silhouetted skeletonsWent sidling through the slow quadrille,
Then took each other by the hand,And danced a stately saraband;Their laughter echoed thin and shrill.
Sometimes a clockwork puppet pressedA phantom lover to her breast,Sometimes they seemed to try to sing.
Sometimes a horrible marionetteCame out, and smoked its cigaretteUpon the steps like a live thing.
Then, turning to my love, I said,'The dead are dancing with the dead,The dust is whirling with the dust.'
But she - she heard the violin,And left my side, and entered in:Love passed into the house of lust.
Then suddenly the tune went false,The dancers wearied of the waltz,The shadows ceased to wheel and whirl.
And down the long and silent street,The dawn, with silver-sandalled feet,Crept like a frightened girl

Courage is doing what you're afraid to do. There can be no courage unless you're scared.

When the world says, "Give up,"Hope whispers, "Try it one more time

To live with fear and not be afraid is the final test

Have the courage to live. Anyone can die.

Hope sees the invisible, feels the intangible and achieves the impossible.

Courage is doing what you're afraid to do. There can be no courage unless you're scared.

When the world says, "Give up,"Hope whispers, "Try it one more time

To live with fear and not be afraid is the final test

Have the courage to live. Anyone can die.

Hope sees the invisible, feels the intangible and achieves the impossible.

THE ENCHANTMENT
by: Thomas Otway (1652-1685)
DID but look and love awhile,
'Twas but for one half-hour;
Then to resist I had no will,
And now I have no power.
To sigh and wish is all my ease;
Sighs which do not heat impart
Enough to melt the coldest ice,
Yet cannot warm your heart.
O would your pity give my heart
One corner of your breast,
'Twould learn of yours the winning art,
And quickly steal the rest.

THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE
by: Christopher Marlowe
Come live with me, and be my love;
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
Woods or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies;
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair-lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;
A belt of straw and ivy-buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs:
An if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.
The shepherd-swains shall dance and sing
For they delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me, and be my love.

No Bravery Video-James Blunt

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Gary Glitter gets 3 years for sex acts with kids.

http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2-2006100362,00.html

More of my 50 favourite songs music meme.




I bet you look good on the dance floor-Arctic monkeys

Because the Night-Patti Smith Band

Beautiful-James Blunt

Laura -Scissor sisters







I love to Boogie-T rex





Wuthering Heights-Kate Bush