Blog Fests And More Jests!

I want to thank Penny the Jack Russell dog and modest internet superstar for taking over the blog while I've been having strange dreams about the alphabet in reverse.

Penny has got me to thinking.  Yes, I've been known to occasionally think.  I realise that a number of bloggers are engrossed with all things relating to blog hops, blog fests, blog tours and a bizarre fascination with the 26 letter alphabet.

Thus, once again, I offer you some more blog hoppety suggestions.  Do with them as you wish.

How about a blog hippety hoppety for the animals in our lives?  No, I'm not referring to your partner, if you have one.  Of course, I'm referring to this.

Yes indeedy do, a blog hop dedicated to just how much our loving animal family members mean to us.  You might adore an aardvark.  You may be blessed by a bulldog.  Perhaps, you're charmed by a cat!  And logistics aside, you might even have zeal for a zebra.  Yes, note the A to Z alert!

This would be a blog fest where we go and leave the comment, "Great Post!  Thanks for Sharing!", to those drive-by bloggers who leave the comment on our sites that states, "Great Post!  Thanks for Sharing!"

You could really get into the flow with this one.  Think of all those times you let out a sneaky fart and tried to blame the dog.  Or the time you thought it was going to be a safe fart and you got a bit of a surprise.  Remember how you then tried to dash to the toilet hoping the folks at the biggest posh social event of the year hadn't noticed your unfortunate accident.  You might even mention the time you let one rip in the elevator and got out on the next floor, leaving those still inside to ponder and give suspicious looks to their fellow elevator passengers.  

A fun-filled, flatulence festival for fascinating, finicky, forthright, frenzied, frantic functions. 

Please try to keep, "The Fart Fest Blog Hop", fairly short.  A maximum of 300 turds, um words.

Alphabet "L"!

 "Z - Y - X - W - V - U - T

S - R - Q - P - O - N - M - L - K

J - I - H - G - F  and E

D - C - B  and A

Now I know my Z - Y - X's

Wont you sing this song of perplexes......"

"Gary!  Wake up, human!"  "Huh!  What happened, Penny the Jack Russell dog and modest internet superstar?"  "Gary, you were dreaming about the alphabet, but you were mumbling it backwards!"

"Oh yeah, now I remember, Penny......I dreamt I was in alphabet hell!"  

"I recall wandering into "The Alphabet Store." in Leek, Staffordshire.  In the store were a bunch of bloggers frantically searching for ideas for the "A to Z Challenge" that starts on April Fool's Day.  Suddenly, the group of bloggers noted me, Penny.  Like a frenzied mob, they started chucking letters of the alphabet at me.  Somebody yelled, "Take that, A!" I got buzzed by a bee, I mean "B".  I didn't see the "C" which conked me on the cranium.  I dodged the letter "D".  By the end of the alphabet onslaught, I managed to catch a few Zeds or Zees....."

"I thought the dream had ended, Penny. Then I drifted into the land of "O".  O no, I thought!   At least we've got the alphabet dream down to just one letter.  Uh oh, SpaghettiOs!"

"Penny!  Then the dream got much worse..."

Even though my human and I would never um dream of doing the A to Z Challenge, just to be ironic, here is the link for you if you're contemplating joining the challenge, Blogging from A to Z Challenge (April 2014)

My human, Gary, has gone back to sleep.  Probably catching a few more Zeds or Zees......

Penny's Pawsitive Pawlitics.

Gary asked me to write this blog

He seems to be in a bit of a fog

He's wanted to write

About his plight

Assessments galore

More and more

Had a face to face

At our place

 Wont leave him be

The stress I see

Punish him for being ill

They seem to get a sadistic thrill

So in bed he lays

 Some kind of daze

Yet beyond the haze

I know he'll see much better days.

A warning to the British regime

We have a dream

Animals will rule

That will be cool

No more corruption

Causing disruption

In the hearts of the poor

We even the score

A revolution

Evolution

We will be free

You will see

Houses of Pawliament

We will be sent

Pawliticans

On peaceful missions

Pawlitics

Without the tricks

I'm the next Paw Minister

Nothing sinister

Compassion

The fashion

Love the passion.

A Premium Bond.

I've been completely overwhelmed by the support and encouragement I received in such profound ways on my last posting.  I'm deeply grateful.  Such response is clear demonstration of the caring, sharing ideals we embrace.

Ideals that reinforce the determination to make real change in our world.  Those who would have the audacity to try and suppress, only make us stronger.

For the past four years I've been one of many victims in Britain.  Situations, no matter where you live, you might relate to.  The vulnerable, the sick, the disabled, the mentally ill, have been targeted by a ruthless British government.  They have done their utmost to be positive energy saboteurs.  This, with the new awareness of their evil, will cause their despicable actions to be remembered at the next general election.

I dream of a world where compassion replaces corruption.  Compassion is not a weakness, but a beautiful strength.

We have a premium bond.  We bond together in this new hope.  A premium bond that will pay dividends to our children.  A legacy of looking after this fragile planet, our fragile people and our fragile wildlife.

Friday evening.  February 28.  Sunset over Leek Library. The Nicholson Institute.  

Seven Sees.

Today, February 21, marks the seventh anniversary of this blog.  Seven years ago today this blog was born with the hopes of being part of a sharing, caring blogging community.  This I have realised.  During times of trouble, you've provided me with comfort, with encouragement.  For that, I'm profoundly grateful.  .

Seven sees me more determined than ever that we celebrate the differences and learn lessons from such diversity.

As of late, my interaction has been sporadic at best.  Overwhelming circumstances in my personal life have made my ability to focus on writing, a most difficult proposition.  Not only am I dealing with the upheaval of an impending move to a new place, I'm incessantly bombarded by a ruthless government that wont accept the huge amount of medical reports that confirm I'm not well.  Now, they are sending a health care professional to my house to perform a face-to-face assessment.

Over and over again, I'm having to dredge up the painful memories that I desperately try to move on from. Such evil irony.  They're making me sicker with the stress and anxiety.

It all gets too much.  Along with the constant hassle by the British government, my neighbours are becoming intolerable, yet again.  Thank goodness I may not have to tolerate my neighbours for much longer. I worry about my son as he will have to find his own place.  I worry about our beloved dog, Penny, during such unsettling times.

Seven sees me clinging onto my remaining fibres of positivity.  I must not allow the negativity to take me back to that horrible place of hell that nearly killed me.

Seven sees me still believing that there will be positives out of the perceived negatives.  The flickering flame of hope will not be extinguished.  I visualise that day when I can breathe.  A day when suffocation by those who would sabotage my yearning to live in peace, will finally leave me alone.

Seven sees me, no matter what happens, that I'll deal with it in a sober state.  Once upon a time, alcohol was my love, my best friend.  One day, my "best friend" nearly killed me.  I got scared, saw the tears in the eyes of my nine year old son as I lay dying in hospital.  That was the day I turned it around, got better and became a free man.  A day, nearly sixteen years ago, forever etched in my heart.

Seven sees this free man defiantly refusing to be chained.  Resolute in his determination to see this through.  I thank you for being here.

Happy Valentine's Dog.

February 14 is always a hectic day at my house.  I look out the kitchen window and see the convoy of "articulated" postal lorries.  Yes, in Britain, trucks apparently have the ability to speak coherently and fluently.

One postal worker after another brings up bulging sacks to my door.  Bulging sacks, as in overflowing sacks of Valentine's Day cards from my zillions of adoring, downright scary fans.  My house is now like a mountain of love.  Peaks of postal wishes, right up to the ceiling,  So much so, I've hardly enough room to type on my keyboard.
Just a moment.  I took over this posting that was stored in draft.  Don't be fooled by my deluded human.  All those Valentine's Day cards were for me, yes me, Penny the Jack Russell dog and modest internet superstar!  And yep, I switched the comments back on.  Pawsitive wishes and doggy kisses, your way, Penny xx

A Car Radio And A Foghorn.

Gosh and golly!  Real sorry I haven't been posting much lately.  I understand just how important my posts are to you.

Okay, I've been extremely busy with personal situations.  So much so that I haven't been able to delight you with my must-read postings.  Delusional moment is over.

Here's a short posting.   Feel free to thoroughly skim through this short posting.

A couple of nights ago.  Two in the morning.  I'm trying to get some sleep.  I cannot sleep thanks to the *thump*, *thump*, *thumping* racket I can here outside my bedroom window.  "Fantastic!",  I thought.   "Who the f**k is blaring out music at this unearthly time of the morning?  What inconsiderate pricks!"

I get dressed to go out and investigate.  Getting dressed is a good idea.  Out to the street and the noise becomes louder and louder.  To my embarrassment, the noise is coming from my car radio.  Somehow, it has switched on.  Oops, better open the car door and switch off the radio.  Actually, remove the radio from its casing.

For the first time in several days, I notice a thick layer of ice and frost on my car.  Predictably, all my locks are frozen solid.  Music blaring, gone two in the morning and I can't get into my car.  I visualise irate neighbours coming out to scream at me.  I start to worry about the police arresting me for disturbing the peace.

After several minutes, I manage to get the lock working on the passenger side.  I switch off and remove the offending radio from the casing.  I sneak back into the house.  Try to get some sleep.  No luck, as I'm kept awake by the foghorn aka my neighbour's snoring.

Speaking of switching off, I've switched off the comment section.  I'm trying to comment on as many other blogs as possible.  Time to try and catch up.  After all, my comments on other blogs are the subject to frantic bidding on eBay.  One of my comments was auctioned off at the princely sum of five cents.  Fancy that!