Friday, 28 February 2014

I'm Alive.



I sang a song tonight for Big Shelly. I don't know Big Shelly, but my dear friend sav does, and she tells me that Big Shelly needs our love and stuff now and as I am not the religious or prayer saying type I did what I do and what I do is sing so I sang. So I says to the crowd just before I dedicated this particular song to Big Shelly, savs dear friend (sav being MY dear friend) so I says, this particular song is for Big Shelly. How was I to know that a rather large lady by the name of Michelle (nickname Shelly) was in the crowd??

My heid is all over the place lately, sorry for not being around or blogging as much as usual.

My oldest friend Jim passed the 50 mark in the recent past. Life has not been good to him of late so he would not let me throw a party. I did persuade him to have a lads night out though, and we did have a good time. Boys can have fun, and we did.

My bigger but younger Glaswegian brother is still lazing aboot in the sun. It's nice that he sends photies from his Alcudian nest, but I do not really need to see his full tan. Lets just say there are no tan lines.  (Heave!!)

Ma had a bit of a turn last week but seems to be back to her good old self again, she really does amaze me. I truly hope I  have her genes.

It's very hard being the father of three daughters.

I think I am going to paint the whole house white. (I just watched John & Yoko!) But that means I can add so many accents of colour. (HAHAHA, I AM fecking colour blind!!)

My wife says I changed the day my sister died five years ago.

I've just finished reading a book, 'The 100 Year Old Man' (A translation from Swedish). I really enjoyed it, but am thankful I left reading the reviews 'til after I read it.

Robert & Emily's wedding is only five months away and I really need to take going to the gym seriously if I am going to look good in a kilt!

I really need to sleep now so I am not even going to get into how I chased a bus all over the city last night to make one of my daughters happy!

Tomorrow ya?  :)

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  1. Ponita in Real Life1 March 2014 at 06:32

    I'm alive too.... but way too busy! Life's just one big 'adventure' after another, isn't it? Know you are loved, my friend! By many... ♥♥♥

    I will be jumping on a redeye flight to Mexico Monday morning before the sun comes up. Or just as it cracks the horizon, maybe. I flap out of this polar vortex (coldest winter in 75 years) at 6:00 a.m. Going from -35C (feels like -49 out there with the wind) to +25C (feels like +35 with the humidity) will be a delight. No boots, No long downfilled parka, no frost on my eyelashes, no numb fingers.

    I will not send or post photos of my tan lines, by the way.

    xoxoxoxo

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    1. maurcheen1 March 2014 at 17:29

      Thanks missus, enjoy Mexico you two. I don't mind if you send photies. :¬)

      xxx

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  2. Exile on Pain Street1 March 2014 at 10:47

    Thanks for the update, pal. I never stop wondering and consider it an intrusion to ping you offline. Hence, I spend a lot of time worrying. Glad the Man from Glasgow is well. He should get off his duff and post.

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  3. maurcheen1 March 2014 at 17:30

    You would not be intruding my friend, you know where to find me, anytime. And thanks. :¬)

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  4. daisyfae3 March 2014 at 19:08

    "My wife says I changed the day my sister died five years ago."

    i think it would be more disturbing if you hadn't changed. these are the things that define us...

    i would happily buy you a pint, sir. happily buy you several for a few glances at those photos from the large Glaswegian!

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    1. maurcheen4 March 2014 at 10:47

      Maybe I should have some of the photies made into postcards? :)

      XXX

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  5. Kono4 March 2014 at 19:15

    Aye, those like us, we cannot help but look good in a kilt, i'm waiting til they are old enough and them i'm getting them for the boyos and i... keep on singing my good man, keep on singing...

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    1. maurcheen5 March 2014 at 12:19

      Expensive items are kilts. I was a wearer up 'til my late 20's. I was much slimmer back then! :-)

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  6. Kono4 March 2014 at 19:17

    Ack! i think the computy thing ate my comment... but what i says was those of our ilk cannot but help to look dashing in our kilt, i'm waiting til they're old enough and the the boyos and i are getting proper ones, know my clans tartan, it will be fine day indeed... and keep singing sir, keep singing...

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  7. Pat5 March 2014 at 03:09

    I'm having difficulty with comment boxes today. You forgot to post the photies of your younger, taller friend:)

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    1. maurcheen5 March 2014 at 12:21

      I didn't forget Patricia, I just like having all my fingers still attached to my hands! ;-)

      XXX

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  8. hope5 March 2014 at 14:35

    I'm here...late, but present and accounted for if a little out of breath.

    Glad you're okay although I now have to go clean out my brain as my imagination and your description of no tan lines....

    Sing on, my friend. Sing loud enough for me to hear while I tackle all this paperwork left over from our event. Too bad we can't bottle hugs, because I got some great ones during our time with the soldiers.

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    1. maurcheen5 March 2014 at 17:15

      I will always sing for you hope my dear.

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  9. LL Cool Joe9 March 2014 at 00:16

    The things we do to make our daughters happy. Sigh.

    I'm glad you are alive.

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