Elizabeth Taylor. Happy everything.

Happy Birthday Elizabeth Taylor......

                                               Friday. Elizabeth Taylor's birthday.
these are my photos of a doll sent to me from California. 

" I know it sounds absurd but please tell me who I am......." a C.V. review.

                          Sally Heather Elizabeth Taylor. BA (hons) fashion and Textiles. 1983.

SO sudenly at the age of 53...really hoping to make it to 54....what the buggery hell is wrong with that!?.........Silly me. I thought I was doing quite well . .....HA! ....as this song plays on the radio.......

                                                                   Logical Song"

When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful,
a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.
And all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily,
joyfully, playfully watching me.
But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible,
logical, responsible, practical.
And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable,
clinical, intellectual, cynical.

There are times when all the world's asleep,
the questions run too deep
for such a simple man. (Blond lady..)
Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned
I know it sounds absurd
but please tell me who I am.

Now watch what you say or they'll be calling you a radical,
liberal, fanatical, criminal.
Won't you sign up your name, we'd like to feel you're
acceptable, respecable, presentable, a vegtable!

At night, when all the world's asleep,
the questions run so deep
for such a simple man.....(blond in this case)
Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned
I know it sounds absurd
but please tell me who I am.

                                                               Good old Super Tramp. 

The time has come to face the fact. What fact!? well the fact that I am unemployed. That would be the unemployed kind that has no PAID work. That would be the kind of unemployed that earns no money, receives no benefits and can not pay her mortgage. That would be the kind of unemployed that is considered a liability by father in law.....I can not even mention here what Mother in law would say......                          ...

                                       Posh bitch. got what she deserves......etc etc etc. 

 my blog, facebook and linkin would be taken down if that opinion appeared on the old internet.....

 .........Yes! that old onion again.

 So I went to Job center plus and signed on for my national insurance credits. As this is all I qualify for, this is all I claimed.

                                   I have been trying for a paid job since October.

 October was in retrospect a bit ambitious, but needs must.       

 In October I had just about got back on my feet, and could walk as far as the bus stop. Most days I fell asleep on the sofa by 4pm. 

Even so I did not think it would be this hard to get a job.

                         So a CV review was performed. I have made a fundamental mistake with my CV!                                                                  

                           It is all true.....NOW   ........ There is an admission . 

Privately educated with a degree in Fashion and Textiles, a lot of retail experience, ...by that I mean the big names ....Marks and Spencer, House of Fraser, Past times, British Home Stores.....what haven't I sold!? well I can tell you this...I have sold men's knickers, make up, jewelery, pins, needles, teapots, shoes, handbags, sewing machines....(okay so it was someone in a concession who sold these in one of my departments) ........I was the manager!

other things include....Noddy dolls, fairies, moon gazing hares, art nouveau mirrors, clothes on a market stall, 

junk...that would be other peoples junk becoming someone new's treasure kinda junk......

my esteemed CV currently states that I am a self employed artist....and that I bought my husband a business. www.vanandaman.co.uk  

   

 This was true up until July last year when I was diagnosed with Breast cancer.  My CV does not mention this, and I am well advised to be economical with the truth........ I have left it as artist. a doll artist in fact. An artist who makes and designs raggy dolls and collects "vintage dolls" such as BARBIE! 

So I am A privately educated 53 year old lady with a degree in Fashion, self employed as an artist with a collection of Barbie dolls.

There are three things here that should be removed........just three!!!? yep.

Private education..........a real NO no..................... So that was a waste of mummy's efforts then. 

Degree. ...play it down or remove...........................three years wasted getting that one then....

Barbie collection!? is a no too.

                        Good job I never mentioned the Monster High dolls and Bratz then.

 Oh and by the way I also have some ElizabethTaylor dolls...........

Oh and dates....like of birth are not added. And o levels.....they give away age...


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So what does a 53 hoping to be 54 woman do!?......well firstly I went and bought some more BARBIES in charity shops. then I volunteered in a junk shop for charity. 

the fact that my house can be repossessed by the mortgage company, and noone will employ me for a wage.....yeh I would say life is good. at least I have one. Last year I was looking at the insides of a coffin for all eternity. so now real life......

looking at being homeless. anyone want 200 barbies, a collection of monster high and a german sheperd dog...who loves me only!?

How beautiful is the place ...

 These photo are taken the doggy walk.
                               some are early.....some are not so early after being bad staying in bed.

                              I like to drink tea in bed....this what holds me up in the morning.

The breakers yard,,,,,Lets go Barbie!........

A girly place to go!? ......well yes on this day     It turned out very well. 

This ....yes THIS is a car breakers yard. usually I would not be interested in piles of old cars and scrap. 

Makes for GREAT photos....these look like something out of  an Arnie movie, you kinda know what I mean....Arnie in Terminator.........

These poor cars have been terminated for sure. 

Piles of metal , tires, thingy metal exhausts.....lots and lots of exciting men stuff covered in oil grease and muck, all served up in mud mixed like a cocktail with black oil. 

Lee thought this was heaven.  

As you see from my photos. It is in fact MEN HEAVEN.

IF I was interested in mechanics I suppose this could be an arty girly heaven too....no need to be sexist here.....

The photos I took of the place was enough for me. Lee however was much more excited about black oil and a thing called a HUB ....and bearings with a Thingamly bob still attached were mentioned. 

We drive around in a rusty old van. we need new parts for the rusty old van, as it tweets as we drive along. This is bearings and the hub thingy giving up.....

hence the visit to the breakers yard.

On the way to the breakers yard we sang in the van....

I'm a Barbie girl in a Barbie world.........Monza the dog barked and howled along...the van developed a new "squeek" up on the passenger side head board and we just kept rolling along.

at this breakers.....Lee told me to stay in the van.

The oil and mud will ruin your boots. 

too good to miss......... LOOK at the photos I took.

Let's go Barbie.

Barbies have wings......

First of all we walked the dog.......

First of all we walked the Monza dog. This has to be first thing in the morning as Monza does not like strangers. I do not like stranger people myself, so I know how he feels.
                   we take him to an old grave yard. really you do not get much quieter than the dead.

Monza goes with my husband in the big white rusty squeaking van, I walk .....and meet them there as I too need some exercise.......AND as Monza and I have both put on weight it is a tight squeeze in the cab of this huge van!

Quickly past the tarn I went, making sure that I breath deeply at a rapid pace..........I was diagnosed with breast cancer last year, and the related surgery and medication has effected my breathing. I now rattle a wheeze all night and snore. I keep myself, husband and the dog awake.....so exercise and deep breathing dear reader! that is the key here. lots of fresh air and deep breathing! this works ........

After I brisk walk, I meet a very excited Monza at the grave yard and finish my walk with him begging for biscuits by the towering victorian earn grave. ........

mist. where eagles dare and salmon

 valentines day turned out misty. We headed off over The Chevin in rusty the van, with Monza the big dog aboard, poor dog was a bit jammed in
.He has got even bigger.....more exercise required for dogs and this human me thinks. It is us getting larger not the likelihood of the van shrinking.So if Monza and I both loose weight we will fit just fine, as we always did on van journeys......
We parked in a quiet place. Lee and I headed straight to the e cigarette shop.....why? Well this is our last ditch attempt at getting lee to give up smoking

On Tuesday we went for his rheumatoid arthritis appointment at Chapel Allerton Hospital. Now a yearly "thing"
Lee was doing really well....the magic new meds were working a treat... Holding the arthritis at bay.

My run in with the medical profession last year has caused much emotional crisis, lee was very badly effected and it all caused a flare of pain and swellings    The advice from the Professor himself, was that emotional stress and smoking are the worst possible thing for arthritis.
 I can tell you also that breast cancer and surgery are bad too........that would be mine!     He was in tears when I went into surgery. He was in tears still eight hours later when I came out of surgery. I found out later that he had been on the phone to mother crying......also it did not help that we did not realize that the house phone was not working. The hospital had been trying to phone with updates.....and had got no answer........so in short the hospital nurses thought there was no answer from Lee....and Lee thought they were not phoning as the damn  thing was not ringing in the house....but sounded like it to the caller.

So consequently he was totally freaked out, over and above already freaked.

Apart from all of this his appointment went well this time and he was given an injection of steroids into his back end. This livened him up no end....no pun intended. ...however it is quite a good one.
 The injection was to help settle him. and help with pain. even so they were pleased with the way his meds performance.....

This week a lovely van customer gave me a tip.....that was for me! As I helped him move. I did what I could without causing myself a whoopsy. Which really on this scale was not a lot really.

 So for valentines day I decided to put it towards a starter kit of E cigarettes for  Lee. As luck was on our side for once, he was given a nice juicey tip himself......so we went wild and bought the not so basic kit.

So there we were in the E cigarettes shop in Otley on valentines day buying a "vaping kit"  in the mist.

So romance is not dead.

We were in the shop nearly an hour. What I knew about smoking before I went into this shop, really was not a lot. What I know about technology is really not a lot. 

Way back when I played My Souxie records and dressed in shredded jeans did I think that I would be at at the age of 53 buying my husband and electronic vapor device for valentines day. This thought never once crossed my little mind....whilst I Stuck on my false eye lashes and painted my nails black .......was never ever a consideration.

Lee was delighted with this new toy. He tried it in the shop. The sales guy did have to put into the device the highrst amout of nicotine on the highest vape for Lee to "get the kick"....kick it did...oh boy did it!!!!?

So off to Weegeman's to buy Monza a juicey bone, and some sausages as usual...we skipped the junk shops and "vaped straight home"

I discovered Where eagles dare on telly. Staring Richard Burton. I am just reading about Richard. 

ohhh deep goody joy. 

Lee went out to his work shop. I opened a bottle of wine and watched the film..

Monza the dog chomped his bone noisily by the wood burner.....happy valentine days.

so where does the salmon come in!? well that is what we had for our valentine dinner....salmon...dill and lemon sauce...followed by very naughty ice cream and fiz.

Romance. 

really. all you need is love.

Rescue dolls from Charity shops and some gifts..........the arty stuff