enrollednurse/hypochondriac annie. And life, good or bad? - blog

Hello There!

noreply@blogspirit.com (annec) — Fri, 11 Jul 2008 22:35:00 +0200

Seems ages since I posted on here. I can't blame the hot sun or work either. Not worked a lot and certainly not sat out in garden in the lovely summer weather!
Yea, suppose there have been a few nice ones. We are talking North West England.

I am still not smoking. Not one drag of a cig. Over nine months now. Must say it has got a lot easier. And I have kept the people who make mints and cough candy in jobs. Thanks to you all.
I have noticed that since I stopped the weed that petrol and food has rocketed up in price. I also read that a lot of people have quit since they banned smoking in cafes, pubs and places. Wonder if that is why petrol etc has gone up? It's a well know fact that cigs are taxed heavily. Got to recoup it from somewhere don't they? lol

Our granddaughter is 17 tomorrow, Happy Birthday my love. (Makes me feel old.) Love you very much. The drinks are on you next year!!!

Not worked a lot as I mentioned earlier, maybe one shift a week. I keep saying I am going to finish, every shift I say that. One day it will be true.

I set my computer back to factory settings last weekend. That is ok, gets rid of a load of unwanted junk but why oh why????
WHY do I not save my address book of my Email friends??? Why???? I have done this often so by now I should remember to do so.
Cusses.
Now I have possibly lost Martha, Gloria, (retired midwife.) I just don't know how to get my password from my old addy back. And yes, I did write my password down but it isn't working. I will have to work it out somehow.
This is not the first time I have lost friends by doing this. I have "advertised" on here for people I have loved and lost.

So, if you think I might be your lost email friend, please write to meagain333@yahoo.co.uk

Just to finish, not used my sewing machine yet. Would love to go to sewing lessons!

Photos.

noreply@blogspirit.com (annec) — Mon, 03 Mar 2008 19:10:00 +0100

Just a few pics I have taken over the last few years.

Bits and Bobs.

noreply@blogspirit.com (annec) — Fri, 25 Jan 2008 23:50:00 +0100

My Computer.

This computer is a Packard Bell XP. I have had it for a while now and I love it. Ok, it's a big one, not flat screen or anything but I don't care.
I remember the first one I had. To this one, it had very little memory and stuff. I still thought it was the bees knees though.

Maybe if I bought another one tomorrow, it would be bigger and faster. Computers are like cars aren't they? Lose value very quickly. No, now I think of it, I suppose they get cheaper.
I got a printer too. I go through printers pretty quick. It's my fault, not the printer's.

It's my second scanner, the first one, well I just couldn't suss it out. This one is so much easier.

Digital camera? I am on my second, but if I remember rightly, I got one free with computer. Had about 50 pixels, took two photos, lol.
I lie! I just can't remember.
So I will say two and forget the first one.

Every gadget I get, takes me ages and ages to suss out. Keeps me from being bored tho

War Child. Part one

I will call them Bessie and Rob. It would have been in June 1943 when they were together. She was a WAAF and he was a Canadian Airman. Both young and sadly, now both dead. Bessie's mother had died just over a year ago, 1942, March. So she will have been vulnerable, lonely and away from home. That is, what ever home was then.
So, she met this blond, good looking Canadian, bliss. But like many a young woman then, she got pregnant! March 1944, she had her baby.
Yes, it was me.

In those days, it was shocking for someone to have a baby out of wedlock. Some mothers' kept them though. Very brave and you found out very quickly, who your friends were! The mothers' that put their babies up for adoption must have missed them every day of their lives. There will be 60+ people all over the world that either, don't know their biological parents, might not have know they had been adopted.
The young ladies of those days could be in their 80's now. Some a little bit younger. Bessie married an English man in 1946. They had to adopt me. I have the papers yet. My sister was born in 1948 and our family settled down.
When Bessie died in the 70’s, dad asked me if I knew that Bessie was my real mum. I said yes. But it made me think. So I asked sister if she knew what he meant. You see, when I was about fourteen, my mum had to tell me that she had given birth to me before she was married. I thought that dad had come home from the war and made an honest woman out of her. I never asked questions, none at all. If mum hadn’t told me, my Godmother would have had told me as Godmother felt I had a right to know.
I know, when mum told me this, she was really embarrassed. She maybe didn’t want me to know really or just didn’t know HOW to tell me. As sister and I grew up, met boys etc, mum used to tell us about the handsome Canadian she used to go out with. Told us his name too. Funny how I remembered it. So after she died, I decided to try and find Rob. Oh yes, I had asked dad and he said he didn’t know who my biological father was. When dad died, I tried even harder. No success though, none at all. Many years later, my boys were all grown up and I was a granny I got a computer and also the Internet. Doors opened. To this day I don’t know how I did it but wrote to some place and received some papers about Rob. Where he used to live, and the names of his parents also. Photos show we had a look of each other. My friends say, he HAS to be my father as we looked alike. More so when I was a child. Through a friend of mine, I got the unusual name of a woman I thought was his daughter. She was easy to trace, not many with a name like hers I can tell you. This woman turned out to be Rob’s step-daughter. He was single when he was over here. He went back home and married a woman with two children, a girl and a boy. Then they had a baby boy from that marriage. He will be my half brother, Ric. I talked to Ric, nice chap he sounded on the phone. He said he would write back to me if I wrote to him. I was so happy, I found out how Rob had died and a few other things too. That was about three years or so now, if not more. Since then, nothing, not a thing. You see I made the mistake of telling Ric’s half sister that I thought Rob knew my mum was having a baby. Oh dear, cat among pigeons or what? No way would he not have told his new family. Actually, I disagree but that’s not the point. He may well have told his wife I suppose, that’s if he DID know. But the rest of the family???

Dunno.

Saddos.

noreply@blogspirit.com (annec) — Sun, 12 Mar 2006 14:38:22 +0100

Poor souls, nothing better to do than send their silly sites here!

Shame really. They really should get out more and socialise. Maybe they should be reported to the Internet Police. This is the sort of thing that gets the Internet a bad name. Take G G. for instance. He may have started this way. He is now in prison in a foreign country. How the mighty have fallen! From fame to shame.

Being a nurse, have seen and heard things that would maybe make you blush. It doesn't shock me, just annoys me. So, please go and do something decent you sad people! I wonder if their families know what they do and whether they would be ashamed of them?????? I would be if it was one of my kids.

It's been snowing here. Now in my opinion, snow should be on Christmas cards, it does look pretty, but I hate the stuff.

No work until Wednesday. Last night's shift was OK.

Don't forget, if you get stupid people sending you stupid sites, report it to spam@blogspirit.com

Thank you!

Hey, it worked!

noreply@blogspirit.com (annec) — Sun, 26 Feb 2006 00:16:17 +0100

Thank goodness for that! Got my password back! Oh happy me.

Tomorrow, I retire. I say I do but have decided to stay and just work about one day a week. I will miss my friends if I go.

Now, if they ask me to go in more often, I may say NO! I will be 62 on Wednesday. I am getting a bit old and the patients are getting younger! The doctors' are younger than my lads, well, they look it anyway.

Anyway, it's nice to be back! Take care everyone!

A Bit More Humour!

noreply@blogspirit.com (annec) — Wed, 30 Nov 2005 23:49:18 +0100

A man is talking to the family doctor. "Doc, I think my wife's going deaf."
The doctor answers, "Well, here's something you can try on her to test her hearing. Stand some distance away from her and ask her a question. If she doesn't answer, move a little closer and ask again. Keep repeating this until she answers. Then you'll be able to tell just how hard of hearing she really is."
The man goes home and tries it out. He walks in the door and says, "Honey, what's for dinner?" He doesn't hear an answer, so he moves closer to her. "Honey, what's for dinner?" Still no answer. He repeats this several times, until he's standing just a few feet away from her.
Finally, she answers,

"For the eleventh time, I said we're having MEATLOAF!"

We will remember Them.

noreply@blogspirit.com (annec) — Thu, 10 Nov 2005 22:19:45 +0100