I subscribe to NASA’s emails and I received one the other day that I’d like to share. Tomorrow, they want everyone to take a selfie.
Are you up for it? If you don’t do Twitter, Facebook, etc., post it to your blog then leave a link here in the comments and I’ll come check you out.
Here’s their blurb:
NASA invites you — and everyone else on the planet — to take part in a worldwide celebration of Earth Day this year with the agency’s #GlobalSelfie event.
The year 2014 is a big one for NASA Earth science. Five NASA missions designed to gather critical data about our home planet are launching to space this year. NASA is marking this big year for Earth science with a campaign called Earth Right Now, and as part of this campaign the agency is asking for your help this Earth Day, April 22.
While NASA satellites constantly look at Earth from space, on Earth Day we’re asking you to step outside and take a picture of yourself wherever you are on Earth. Then post it to social media using the hashtag #GlobalSelfie.
For more information on getting involved
For more information about NASA’s Earth science activities in 2014, visit:
I went to my church Christmas Fair on Saturday and chatted to a friend who was on face painting duty.
Want your face painted? she joked.
No thanks, I laughed.
Then I remembered my 101/1001 task to say yes to new experiences…and here is the result:
(I’m also doing my bit for Movember)
And yes, shocking as it is, I have lived fifty years without ever having my face painted. How about you?
Checking my Daily Prompt folder, I discovered I have 224 prompts to answer. I thought I’d better make a start.
The Hub and I celebrated his 21st birthday in our second home. We had been married four months and still had our figures:
My love for the Hub was fleeting. It lasted as long as the time it took to develop this photograph:
I see the world through eyes that are still this young:
We have always been companionable, so long as I tell him what to do and he does it:
In return, I have to wear a green headdress at all times.
Here’s a foreshadowing of our relationship:
Here’s an unusual point of view – the Hub is telling me what to do:
Don’t worry: it was only which section of the paper I could have. Natural order was soon restored:
From the Broadway production
The reason for today’s tenor-themed jokes is that Spud played the lead in Lend Me A Tenor this week. It was his third play in six months but he rose to the challenge and then some.
His school has a tradition at the end of the year of Lower Sixth students rehearsing and performing a play in a week. The students choose the director, the play, the cast, the crew; source the props; get a week off lessons to rehearse, which is much harder work than anything they’ll be taught once exams are done.
Because of licensing issues, the directors are chosen some weeks beforehand; they choose the play and begin auditions. Spud was cast before his exams and spent his revision downtime learning lines. The actual work started last Thursday, however. They rehearsed Saturday, each school day and after school as well. It was worth it.
One of the teachers told me that some years, the kids aren’t interested and it’s a shambles. Not this year. The girl playing Maria and the boy playing the bell-hop were particularly good, but each and every parent could feel proud of each and every child involved, front and backstage: it was clear they had worked their backsides off. Yes, there were mistakes, but the actors ad-libbed and it all added to the fun, especially when Spud accidentally bashed the Tenor’s head against the bed and the Tenor – supposed to be dead – got the giggles. They should have passed it off as rigor mortis.
Hub and I went to see the play last night. Did you ever burst with so much pride, you wanted to run onto a stage and scream at the audience, That’s my son! That’s my son!? He was sooooo good – he was nervous, edgy, wimpy, comical, sweaty and just so darn funny. The drama teacher told him he had ‘a rare talent,’ to act in a Greek Classical play, a major Shakespearean role, and a farce; and to be convincing in each one.
Proud doesn’t begin to cover it.
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Motor Insurance Quotes from Claim Forms
1. I was on my way to the doctor with rear end trouble when my universal joint gave way causing me to have an accident.
2. I knocked over a man. He admitted it was his fault as he had been run over before.
3. I collided with a stationary tramcar coming the other way.
4. I consider that neither vehicle was to blame but if either were to blame it was the other one.
5. I left my Austin Seven outside and when I came out later to my amazement there was an Austin Twelve.
6. Car had to turn sharper than was necessary owing to an invisible lorry.
7. To avoid a collision I ran into the other car.
8. The pedestrian had no idea which way to run, so I ran over him.
9. The other car collided with mine without giving any warning of its intention.
10. The other man altered his mind so I had to run into him.
11. I told the other idiot what he was and went on.
12. A pedestrian hit me and went under my car.
13. I unfortunately ran over a pedestrian and the old gentleman was taken to hospital, much regretting the circumstances.
14. I thought the side window was down but it was up, as I found when I put my head through it.
15. If the other driver had stopped a few yards behind himself the accident would not have happened.
16. She suddenly saw me, lost her head and we met.
17. Cow wandered into my car. I was afterwards informed that the cow was half-witted.
18. Three women were talking to each other and when two stepped back and one stepped forward I had to have an accident.
19. There were plenty of lookers-on but no witnesses.
20. A bull was standing near and a fly must have tickled him because he gored my car.
It’s his play this week. You may remember he’s playing Prospero in The Tempest. For those who don’t do Shakespeare, it’s the lead and he bears a huge responsibility.
He hasn’t missed one rehearsal. With weekend rehearsals he hasn’t had one day off in over two weeks. He is currently dosed up on anti-cold medicines and vitamin C, determined not to let anyone down.
We have always stressed to our children that if they take on a commitment, they must stick it out. He’s doing that.
What gets lost in the details, however, is that he’s a seventeen-year old boy and he’s doing this for fun. I wonder how much fun he’s having, taking his homework along to do in today’s dress rehearsal lunch break?
I am never embarrassed to boast about my children; and today, I even have reason.
I’m proud of you, Spud. That will never get lost in the details. It’s a brave new world that has people such as you in it.
As one cannot wear a velour track suit without looking scruffy, even when one’s velour track suit is brand new; and one cannot help but look triple-chinned when one’s Hub takes a standing photo of one whilst sitting, I think one’s caving to your demands for a photo takes one above and beyond the call of blogging duty, hence one’s use of formal language to distance oneself from – or get beyond, if you will – a very unflattering photograph.
Really, dear readers, insisting on photographs to back up photographic prompt posts is beyond the pale. One might even call it madness.
The Daily Post sent out this prompt on January 18th. I’m getting faster at responding!
There is no photograph to illustrate it, for reasons that will become apparent.
The Hub bought me a velour track suit today. It is so comfortable, I think he should buy me another.
Save yourselves – I am beyond help.
Tory Boy is a menace to his little brother. You saw his birthday card yesterday:
But he loves Spud very much. He arranged his leave so that he would be here for his brother’s birthday. He bought him an expensive PS3 game. And he baked him a cake. He baked it from scratch and iced it to look like one of Spud’s favourite games:
You don’t get much more loving than that.
And then he locked Spud in the loft.
This theme is almost as long as The Lord of the Rings. Send me a photograph of the beard you grew while reading these posts.
Not a lot happened in October, except that my Love Potato
And a surprise anthology arrived from the Bolton Poems in Shop Windows thing earlier in the year:
In November, I participated in NaNoWriMo for a total of 12,000 words. I had no regrets about giving it up, but did seek comfort from my beloved:
I confessed to having another love, albeit smelly:
And worried about my poorly Viv:
And joy of joys – the Daily Prompts returned!
Finally, Viveka sent me some Swedish chocolate, which I did not enjoy as much as Maltesers:
I imagine you’ve had enough of a Tilly Bud December to last you all year, so I’ll just write the highlights, apart from showing you this, a lovely hamper from KiwiDutch:
And this, a lovely blog banner from AquaTom:
I can’t believe WordPress wanted me to narrow it down to twelve photos. But I believe you wish I’d narrowed it down to twelve photos.
Ah well. Love me, love my long-windedness.
And my manky teeth:
Thanks for sharing my year with me. I appreciate each and every visit, comment and like you give me. And to prove it…have a Malteser :D
In July we hosted the Olympics (Britain, I mean; I can’t see us hosting even a swimming event in our back garden, though it was wet enough). You sent me photos of what you were doing during the Opening Ceremony. Most, like mine, showed you eating, drinking and watching telly in your pyjamas:
I danced in the rain:
I had root canal treatment:
My family were sympathetic:
In August it began to feel like autumn, having bypassed summer after a wet and feeble spring. We went camping with four children and two dogs in torrential rain, but managed a day on the beach:
Before we went away, we put up our new shed. Here’s Tory Boy drawing a picture of his father on the old shed:
And Spud working hard:
I had poems in a couple of anthologies, including this one:
And yet again I blogged about hair:
September reminded me why I love the Hub so much:
And brought First Contact with another blogger, Pseu:
I wrote my 2000th post:
And discovered my favourite top in a charity shop for £3.50:
Don’t worry! Only one more post to go.
In April I was mad for The Hunger Games:
And looked like I might have taken part at one point, thanks to my ten year-old niece’s skill with my make-up bag:
May brought sunshine for the first time in 2012, so we cleaned up our garden:
It was just as well the sun came out; Spud was beginning to rot:
Great rejoicing in the Bud house when City won the Premier League Title:
And when our babies turned four:
Spud had his school prom in June:
I had poems displayed in three Bolton shop windows:
We watched the Olympic Flame come through Stockport:
June rained a lot but it brought us the Diamond Jubilee so we didn’t mind:
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