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It’s That Time Of Year Again…

4 May

I know I do this every year, but I just can’t help myself:

May the 4th Be With You

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Prompts: Star Bores?

4 Dec
I Want to Be Free

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Do you believe in free-will or is life predetermined?

I’m not sure; let me ask my husband.  Or better still, my mother-in-law; she might have discussed it with my mother when they arranged our marriage after finding me a job and before telling me when to have my first baby.




When you need quiet time, where do you go?

Why would I need quiet time?  It’s not like I have lots of people in my ear, telling me what to do.  And if I did, I wouldn’t tell you: it’s not good to admit to hearing voices.  That’s got me into trouble more than once.

What is something you always talk about, but never do?

That I will stop responding to WordPress prompts.

Why does it never happen?

I made a committment; I never go back on a committment.  How else do you think I’ve stayed married this long?

And the prompts are fun.

When is it ok to strike first?

Just before the Empire strikes back.  

The Saturnian moon Mimas, photographed by the ...

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When is it ok not to practice the golden rule (do as you would be done by)?

When there’s an Empire on your tail.

When do the ends justify the means?

When the means are Episodes I, II & III.

Would removing all guns from earth make us more or less safe?

Depends if you’re a Jedi or not.

How do you know when to hold ’em, and when to fold ’em?

Are we talking paper, wet washing or poker?

If you could make anyone in the world stop talking for 24 hours, who would it be?

Those annoying monks on Who Wants To be A Millionaire?

Is there anything you wouldn’t tell your best friend?

That I’m sleeping with his wife.

Can’t stand his children.

He has bad breath (I want his wife to like me more).

He’s about to get fired because I told his boss he was stealing the pencils.

That the fact he has never seen Star Wars and then has the temerity to boast about it means he gets what he deserves.  Sometimes, the ends do justify the mean.


May The Fourth Be With You

4 May
A game of Star Wars Miniatures in progress.

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The old ‘uns are the best ‘uns.

Have a great day 🙂

Fly Me To The Moon

3 Jan

His career unexpectedly rocketed...

I’m in a great mood: Tory Boy is coming home today, for a week.  We only had him for two days at Christmas so he owes us.  Even though I have taken down the tree and decorations, TB, Spud and I will hang on to the Christmas spirit by having our annual viewing of the greatest version of Dickens’ tale ever told: The Muppet Christmas Carol.  A true Christmas classic.  The boys and I watch it every year, singing along to all of the songs and reciting the funny bits: ‘Light the lamp; not the rat!  Light the lamp, not the rat!’   Spud made my Christmas extra-special this year by buying me a dvd version to replace my worn-out old video. 

The Hub will be making himself scarce.  He is not a Muppet fan.  Or a Star Wars fan.  The man is a freak of nature, redeemed only by his love of Star Trek – but not The Original Series. Sometimes I wonder how I ever came to marry him. 

The photograph above is of a rocket made by TB & the Hub about ten years ago.  It’s component parts are scrap such as empty Cheeselet tubes and crinkly paper, but it had working lights and I think it made a noise.  TB sent it into Diggit and it appeared on television.  He won a bubble rucksack and a key ring (both of which broke within the week) but he never got his rocket back.  Perhaps they should have used a boomerang for steering. 

I must go because I have a busy day ahead: after church I will be making our roast beef & all the trimmings New Year’s Day dinner.  We postponed it so that TB was with us.  Incidentally, on the day TB arrived home for Christmas, I read this in Psalms: He settles the barren woman in her home as a happy mother of children. Praise the LORD.  I am not barren, obviously, but I am truly a happy mother of children.  Praise the Lord!

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