suitep:

Phil Harris, the Deadliest Catch guy just died. This kind of hit me hard, mainly because I recognized old friends in him. He was a perfect example of the harshness of commercial fishing. It takes its toll.

My ex-husband was a commercial fisherman. We lived that life when we were kids. I was dragged along unwillingly, but you stick with your man, you know? He sat out a trip when his boat, the Mary Lou, went up to fish the Bering Sea. The boat went down, and all of our friends were lost. That George Clooney movie could’ve been written about our life when we were kids.

This saddens me as I was heartened to hear he was making a remarkable recovery from the stroke he had. It is only thanks to The Deadliest Catch I know how hard these trawlermen work & how dangerous their work is. I hope he was aware he made a difference.

I’m about to go to bed but even though I know shit all about American football I’m willing the Saints to win tonight…

marjoree:

(via fuckyeahalbuquerque)

This is timely… I just bought a treadmill…

(via nug)

I’m thinking about buying a treadmill… more on that later.

This is what I get when I search Tumblr for “treadmill”.

I laughed… does that make me a bad person?

When I came up to bed tonight this is the sight that greeted me… Becks has managed to squeeze her fat ass into the lid of a hat box I use to hold nail varnish.

Why do cats insist on sitting on or in anything that is not their own bed?

I feel rather accomplished today.

My bank have for the past few weeks… been sending me balance transfer deals basically telling me I can have interest free credit on balance transfers for the next 12 months for a 2.9% fee.  Trouble is I don’t have any balances to transfer.  The only credit I have is with them… for a small amount that is just too big to pay off in one lump.  So… I rang them up and said… quit sending these letters offering no interest and give me a deal with no interest on the small amount I still owe you.

Bingo… job done… small amount now won’t cost me anything to pay off.. and I can take 12 months to do it.

And then…

Checked my house insurance and I’m way over insured… so straight on the phone… Santander wouldn’t budge so I’ve changed insurers and am saving myself almost £100 pa and they’ll pay any penalty fee imposed by Santander.

Nice work for a boring Saturday afternoon… now about to start a Dexter marathon.

No excuses now… the treadmill has been dispatched. Actually looking forward to it arriving and cracking on with this “getting some proper bloody exercise & lose some weight” marathon I’m about to embark on.

This made me smile… found via Lance Armstrong’s twitter feed…

isay:

For Caz.

OK GO- HERE WE GO AGAIN (via CoreyJohnF)

I will not be nearly as graceful as this on my treadmill… just in case anyone was wondering.

Licky… I see you!!! Well… actually is was Soichi Noguchi who saw you but yanno… do you think you could wave next time?

Tweets from space are awesome.

fatchance:

To a Crocus

Bernard Barton, 1827

Welcome, wild harbinger of spring!
To this small nook of earth;
Feeling and fancy fondly cling
Round thoughts which owe their birth
To thee, and to the humble spot
Where chance has fixed thy lowly lot.

[My grandfather kept a clipping of this bit of doggerel taped to the mirror over his chest of drawers. Go figure.]

This is lovely… and appropriate… I found crocuses in my garden this morning. Spring is on the way…

When I woke up this morning this is the sight that greeted me on the pillow beside mine…

boyghost:

The damage from our stoop. Thanks to my wife for being courageous enough to open the front door at all.

Let the inner child out…. get out there and build a snowman… if it isn’t too cold of course.