Sick and tired being sick and tired
Losing a job is like getting fired
A woman’s work may never be done
When she’s out on the town having fun

So worried at being so worried
A Murray should never be hurried
Failing to plan is planning to fail
Big city bankers going to jail

Don’t try to walk before you can crawl
The winner will always take it all
Empty vessels can make the most noise
Girls will be girls, and boys will be boys

Very boring being a big bore
History repeats itself once more
Got to stop letting sleeping dogs lie
Too many fingers, not enough pie

Are you a Christian?
What does it mean for you?
If Jesus returned to Earth
What do you think He’d do?

I was another man,
But now I’m gone
I was a thinker
But now I’m done
This thought is over
What more can I add?
I’ve had some good times
But I’m often feeling sad
I’ve been in many guises
Yes I know you think I’m mad

This thought is over
It’s getting near the end
This is the last verse
Thank you for being my Friend
So all you people out there
This is nearly all over
Yes I was only thinking
But now I’m in clover

Don’t forget me, when you give your speech
Don’t forget me, when the peak you reach
Don’t for get me, as you climb much higher
Don’t forget me, I’m not the one to admire

Don’t forget me, as you go on your way
Don’t forget me, I was your sunny day
Don’t forget me, that when you were down
Don’t forget me, when I was your clown

Don’t forget me, when you relax in a bath
Don’t forget me, didn’t I make you laugh
Don’t forget me, in your new life trend
Don’t forget me, cause I’m your best friend

Don’t forget me, when you need some cheer
Don’t forget me, I shall still be here
Don’t forget me, like you’ve done before
Don’t forget me, please don’t close the door

Is blogging an addiction
Not like drugs, or sniffing glue
If there was no more blogging
Tell me what would we all do

Blogging can’t bring peace on Earth
Or feed the starving masses
As I look all around me
I can not find my glasses

Blogging can be really fun
But you need to beware of the cat
I know it’s unusual, it’s not a dog
This pussy, you can’t stroke or pat

This blogging site is quite safe
Our Carols both like a wee dram
It’s BBC Island Blogging, ye see
But never, ever mention SPAM

We have a few bloggers from Ness
That Calumannabel is a chancer
And a lovely lass in Sanday, Orkney
Who’s a cracker of a belly-dancer

There’s something for everybody here
Just ask that nice man mjc from NM USA
But watch out for Barney from Swithoid
He’s set his sights on our otter Squidgy

So if it’s blogging fun yer after
Stick your head round our IB door
‘Cause once yer in, ye’ll be welcome
And at times, laughing on the floor

This is the very last verse I’ll do
Email Carol of IBHQ if ye have a queery
It’s islandblogging@bbc.co.uk
So now I just need to end with a Cheery…

This weblog post is protected by the Performing Bloggers Society.
And belive me, what a performance.

Thoughtful words before the end
A last goodbye to all my friends
Island Blogging won’t be posting anymore

Happy thoughts, before bye-bye
Catch falling stars before they die
Island Blogging doesn’t post here anymore,

It means nothing to you
To know just what to do
When I’m feeling so blue
This is nothing new, we can’t get through

It’s over, it’s over, it’s over.
All our blogs, pie in the sky
Start a post, then wonder why
We can’t have Island Blogging anymore

It’s over, it’s over, it’s over, this time for sure

History you’re trying to make?
Children left dying in your wake
You know this war’s a huge mistake
All your reasons have been proved fake

Do Suicide Bombers scare you?
Dying for their cause, what to do?
Your plans and schemes are nothing new
Like numbers plucked out of the blue

Have the courage to end the fight
Don’t believe that this war is right
You’re no beacon, or shining light
Dying children, kept out of sight

The world’s a mess, it’s not too late
To prove you care, and demonstrate
That you will not discriminate
Then you’ll make the Grim Reaper Wait.

Sick and tired being sick and tired
Losing a job is like getting fired
A woman’s work may never be done
When she’s out on the town having fun

So worried at being so worried
A Murray should never be hurried
Failing to plan is planning to fail
Big city bankers going to jail

Don’t try to walk before you can crawl
The winner will always take it all
Empty vessels can make the most noise
Girls will be girls, and boys will be boys

Very boring being a big bore
History repeats itself once more
Got to stop letting sleeping dogs lie
Too many fingers, not enough pie

That’s that then, emm, as ever thank you for coming to my little piece of the blogosphere, (well it isn’t all mine, I only rent the space, although the rent is very affordable, it’s free, zilcho, nothing, nowt, zero, etc.) and reading this thing that I did in this place that I did it in. If you learned something by reading this, then it’s all been worthwhile, it is also unlikely that you have learned anything by reading this, but you never know. Well I never seem to know, but that’s me, maybe you’re different? ( I do hope that, for your own sake, that you are different ) Oh well better go then, Chee ry….
Posted on Thewhitesettler at 10:31

Another Chatroom Experience………..

Posted: Thursday, 23 October 2008

3 comments
It is very stormy here today, the Ferry never sailed, and will not sail today, therefore the supermarket shelves will be empty
thewhitesettler: There are gusts of up to 75mph expected, so we’ll just have to ride it out again
thewhitesettler: Winter is upon us yet again, oh how lovely
thewhitesettler: Wait a minute, when I was at school ( I’ll admit, not very often) Autumn, or Fall ( for our American friends) followed Summer, has it changed since then?
thewhitesettler: There are lots of changes these days, some good, some bad, mistakes are made, that’s alright, just as long as we don’t keep repeating the same mistake over and over and over again
thewhitesettler: What is a mistake?
thewhitesettler: One person may think it is a mistake, but another may disagree.
thewhitesettler: But that is opinionated mistakes ( if there is such a word as opinionated? If not there is now)
thewhitesettler: Like today, if you were to hang your washing out on the clothes line, you may think that the wind will dry your clothes, however, there is rain with the wind, so your clothes could be dry, then wet, then dry, then wet, as the wind and the rain fight one another to see who is the best
thewhitesettler: And the point being?
thewhitesettler: I’ve forgotten now, emm, give me a sec.
thewh itesettler: The washing thing, is it a mistake? Well yes I think, your clothes may get blown away, and you would need to be awfy lucky to go out and get them in when they were in a dry state. That is when the wind is out-doing the rain.
thewhitesettler: Yeah, but if it wasn’t raining when the washing went out, and it didn’t rain for an hour or so, then your washing may well be dry
thewhitesettler: Ah, no I’m afraid not, you see, you’d have fallen into that old trap. The “Rain” is like the “Gas-Man” The “Parcel Delivery Man” and others, they wait until you go out ( after you’ve been waiting all day for them to call) then pop a postcard through your door, saying ” While you were out….blah, blah, blah”
thewhitesettler: The “Rain” won’t pop a card through your letter box though, no “The Rain” waits until you’ve hung your very last bit of washing on your line, then even waits until you are safely back in the house, then “The Rain” will come down in torrents.
thewhitesettler: So to sum things up, if it’s very windy, the rain won’t be too far away, in fact it’s ( the rain) possibly round the back having a quick smoke, before getting down to business
thewhitesettler: Well you learn something new everyday, what you learn?
thewhitesettler: I don’t know? Well nice chatting with you, sorry about the biscuits ( Cookies, in the States) maybe I’ll have a better selection next time. Cheery….
Posted on Thewhitesettler at 15:17

How Can20You Cope?

Posted: Tuesday, 21 October 2008

8 comments

How do you cope?
Now that your life has been turned upside down
Told not long to live, yet you smile, not frown
Did life live up to your expectations?
Could there be anymore implications?

How do you cope?
Knowing your world has just been torn apart?
Now that the end is beginning to start
In the future she’ll have new relations
More decisions avoiding temptations

How do you cope?
Life slipping away no mountain to climb.
No use inquiring, there’s so little time
Time that can’t be stopped, or paused, nor left behind
There’s no solution, and that’s on your mind

How do you cope?
Sensing that your life is ebbing away
No doubt she has somewhere secure to stay
She’ll live on as the world won’t stop turning
Memories of you, she will be yearning

How do you cope?
Looking back at life fills you with sorrow
Dreaming about a fresh day tomorrow
Waiting for results of another test
Always smiling, and hoping for the best

How will she cope?
Without her mother being beside her?
Without her mothers hand there to guide her?
We’ll tell her the truth, she’ll be enlightened
She’ll be looked after, so don’t be frightened

How do we cope?
An empty bed in a cold and dark room
A f ragile flower, no longer in bloom
A loving mother cut down in her prime
Emotional scars may be healed by time

My thoughts behind this posting will be revealed through time.
Posted on Thewhitesettler at 11:55

The Tws Phrase Answer Blog.( This blog has ADULT Content)

Posted: Tuesday, 14 October 2008

3 comments
I’ve tried to keep the sex and violence down to a minimum, but I still think that anyone under the age of 16 should close their eyes while reading this weblog posting.
This is a bit of a toothless blog today, and will be from now on.
I have all these “Phrases” or “Sayings” rattling around my brainbox, and sometime I wonder what they all mean, but now I know ( well I think I know, or I know what they mean to me, not that they have a deep significant meaning for me, just what they actually mean. Is that clear? Possibly not, but why change the habit of a life time ( a wee saying for some of you out there) so back to, oops) what they all mean, so here are a few I’ve sorted for you.
1) It’s not cheating, until you get caught. Well if you know it’s wrong, whatever you’re doing, then it’s still wrong. You could always catch yourself.
2) The sights you see when you don’t have a gun. This may be a reflection of how we see society, or it could be that it is a different reflection, like a mirror perhaps?
3) When I read about all the evils of dri nking, it just makes me want to give it up.
So I don’t do very much reading anymore, usually because I’m too p*ss*d to see anything, which seamlessly brings me onto.
4) Avoid hangovers. Stay Drunk. Now I’ve tried this before, for scientific purposes only, and it didn’t always work, but I’ll kreep on trying. I think that if you keep to the same drink, and don’t mix your drinks, over a long period, it may work.
6) Some say that the glass is half full, while others say that the glass is half empty, however I can solve this, age old, problem, just drink whatever’s in the bloomin’ glass, then it’ll be empty. No more thinking there then.
I have great faith in idiots, some of you may think that is self-confidence. That is quite possible, but at least I’ve got my faith to keep me going, and having faith is a good thing, unless you’re an idiot.
9) I have no enemies, only friends. A lot of my friends may not like me, but I still don’t have any enemies. Now as an example, or examples, I could say that EffCee is my friend, and that is true, I could also say that Ruthiebabe is my friend ( I’d like Ruthie to be a close friend, very close) and that all of you are my friends, but you don’t have to like me.
10)The grass is greener on the other side. Now that saying may well be true, however just be content with the knowledge that, no matter how green it is, you don’t have to cut it.
14) We are all responsible for our actions. Now20if you’re a celebrity you’re not, just as long as the press get a few pictures of you being irresponsible.
12) Computers may be able to beat men at chess, but they’re not so good at kick-boxing ( well the last one that beat me at chess wasn’t, look I don’t condone violence, but it was laughing at me, so a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do)
15) Love at first sight? That’s not true, you can’t just see someone then fall in love with them, unless they are very rich, or they have something that you want/desire/need? But that isn’t falling in love with the person, is it?
Well that’s it people, I think that I’ve answered a few of the unanswerable questions that life has tossed our way. So I thank for coming to my humble little piece of the blogosphere, and reading this thing that I do in this place that I do it in ( although you should really be thanking me)this place being, the world (in)famous Island Blogging. Have we learned something from reading this weblog posting? I think that we all know the answer to that question ( unless you’re really stupid) don’t we?
This blog was brought to you by me, I think, well I typed it in here, but Carol of IBHQ, will have to put it out here, for you to read, ach who cares. Cheery…

Posted on Thewhitesettler at 05:46

An Autumnal Fall

Posted: Monday, 06 October 2008

8 comments
Does anybody out there want to listen to a story?
It’s long and short, not very nice, but not too gory.

Just popped in to see if anyone would be here.
Sun is shining, though not warm for this time of year
Summer has packed it’s bags, heading south to dream
Autumnal shades pouring all over Mother Nature’s cream

The garden furniture all put away for one more year
Shorts, pastel shades, flip-flops are not winters gear

No one on-line just now everyone’s got a life
Keep sitting here all alone, waiting for my wife
Just waiting, always waiting, plenty of time to spare
Come on in, sit by the fire a while in a comfy armchair

Have a chat, a chin-wag, a problem halved is a problem shared
Talking to myself again, I thought that someone, anyone cared
Only wanting a wee chat, I’m not looking for a friend
Oh well that’s it then, like summer this is the end!