I do wonder about the intelligence of some people who are out on the campaign trail.
And, no, I’m not talking about the old folk duking it out in USA!
Ah, the fun of elections!
We’re in the middle of the first Council election in several years. This is all due to the dreadful mismanagement, infighting, and overall debacles that led the government of the day to step in and appoint a commissioner to run the show.
Needless to say, this has caused a bit of a rift among the ratepayers. Some thought it a great idea, others not. No one is perfect, but one has to agree that more has been done since the Commissioner ran things than when the council did.
However, things have come to an end, and it’s now time for wannabe councillors to put on their big-people panties and step up to the mark to create an honest and forward-thinking/planning council to run the show. How we’ll go—well, that we’ll find out.
This brings me to the billboards that are currently scattered around every nook and cranny for the driving voters to see. One in particular caught my eye.
Now, I’m not about to get into a discussion about Trump – or how I feel about him. But what does puzzle me is:
1. Is this candidate aligning himself with Trump’s style by using the ‘make ….. great again’ mantra that MAGA is famous for
OR
2. Is this candidate trying to be funny, witty or show some style of sarcasm?
Either way, I think it’s a completely disastrous campaign slogan. If he is aligning himself to MAGA because he believes it’s right, then he’s lost the votes of those who are totally opposed to Trump’s style and certainly don’t want to see their Mayor following in his footsteps.
And if he’s just being funny, then it’s backfired. If people think it’s a joke or sarcasm, they’ll still not vote just in case they’re wrong, and this candidate truly does hold Trump up as a model leader.
I get a kick out of ferreting out the weird and wonderful, so I hope you enjoy them.
The last time I posted some bizarre facts, post: My top 3 Bits of Useless Information, it appears you ate them up. Obviously not literally, that’s an impossibility, but you did seem to enjoy them according to the analysing data I have at my fingertips.
So I’m intrigued to see if this lot piques your interest as well. Today’s topic is birth control. Feel free to share.
1. In Egyptian days, when Pharaohs ruled and pyramids were built, crocodile poop was used as contraception. I kid you not.
It appears that amorous women would use the dung as pessaries. Yup, they’d insert the stuff and, because it is slightly alkaline, it worked a bit like modern-day spermicides. Mind you, just how they got the dung in the first place is thought-provoking, as well as wondering if it had to be fresh or could it be old. What about the smell? Surely that would turn off the suitor, and that would be the contraception? I’ll leave it to you to ponder.
2. The Greeks were also a bit loopy. Now they did have some very effective plant-based contraception, but they had some weird ones also, like, sneezing. The ancient Greek physician Soranus recommended that to prevent pregnancy, the woman, after having sex, should squat and sneeze. My curious mind wonders how the sneeze would happen. Perhaps they had a form of snuff in which to bring on the sneeze. Of course, this method didn’t work, which probably pissed off a few women and wouldn’t have given Soranus a good name!
3. In medieval Europe, this one would have to be the most bizarre. These Europeans believed that hanging weasel testicles around the woman’s neck during sex would stop pregnancy. Again, my mind is flying in all directions. I’m going to assume the weasel wasn’t attached. But it also begs the question, “did they have to be fresh, or did the woman have these testicles in the bedside drawer?” All I can say is, “Eweeee!”
These weren’t the only ‘charms’ that had magical powers. Donkey poop, a mule’s uterus, or a specific bone from a black cat’s body were also used.
So there you have it, my 3 bizarre facts that should brighten your day.
How much do you rely on your phone? As I live on my own, my phone is a massive connection to the outside world.
To say that I’m careful about having my phone with me when I leave a place is probably not overstating the obvious. So when I lost my phone for a few hours one morning, I realised just how much I rely on it.
The day began perfectly. I’d had a great sleep and woke refreshed. I threw on my gym gear, had a glass of lemon water and headed off to pick up my friend, Kathy, to go and do a workout.
I’d better come clean. My workout is not one of those vigorous, pumping types, getting all sweaty and puffed. Mine is done with a fraction more decorum. I’ve decided that pushing 70 is exercise enough.
But I still go and get on the treadmill, lift a weight or two and play with a ball which you can see in my post “The Gym Experience”
Having my girlfriend with me (a fellow Improver) makes the experience even better as we usually end up laughing and enjoying each other’s company.
The session ended, and off we went. Dropping off Kathy, I then headed to the market to grab an apple. I reached into my gym bag to get my phone and was horrified to find it wasn’t there.
“Take a deep breath and think about this, Fee,” I told myself.
Having looked in the car, I figured that it must be still at the gym, and I was pretty sure I knew where. After getting the apple (I wasn’t going to miss out), I headed back, parked the car, ran up the stairs and got to reception, hoping that it had already been handed in.
Nope. Darn.
I went in and checked around all the equipment I’d used but found crickets – nothing, zilch.
The lady at reception suggested I go to my service provider and see if they could “find the phone” or, at the least, block it.
Here I’m going to plug 2 Degrees, the phone company I’ve been with since they began. A brilliant young guy bent over backwards to help me (please don’t visualise this chap literally bending over, although it’s a pleasant image).
Immediately he blocked the sim card.
Oh, and before we go on – yes, the phone was unlocked!!!! I had to fess up to that to my embarrassment. Not that I have any nude or porno pics, but I didn’t want ones of my grandies getting out there in the world.
We then spent the next… I don’t know how long, but it seemed like ages, trying to find my phone via Google.
What is it with Google? A new thing now is to do a two-step verification, and guess how that is done? They send a code to your phone!!!!! This meant, of course, that we couldn’t get into my Google account because I DIDN’T HAVE A PHONE!
The lovely guy then populated a new sim card with my phone number and put it into a sample phone. Still didn’t work.
So finally I went home. Now I have to say here that I’m am very impressed with myself for not flying off the handle, getting overwhelmed or feeling gutted. I took the view that shit happens, and one has to simply “let it go”. It is such a waste of energy to get pissed off with something that is out of your control. I thought, just do the steps and see what the outcome is. If push comes to shove, I could simply get a new phone and begin a new journey.
But I didn’t have to. When I got home, I did a Google search for “find my phone” and, voila, there on Google maps it was…. at the gym!
It looked like it was in the car park, so I enlisted Kathy to come and help look under cars – I mean, c’mon, I didn’t want to be the “some random chick on all fours in the car park”.
With no luck, I went back to reception and YAY; it had just been handed in. My phone had been found sitting on the water fountain, and that’s when I remembered. I had taken the phone out of my pocket, put it on the water-cooler and proceeded to use the scales to weigh myself (I don’t possess these).
BOOM! Found the phone (and a bonus – lost weight).
See, just do the steps and trust in the process to a final result.
So how much is your phone to you? Have you ever lost it? Tell me in the comments below, as I’d love to know that I’m not the only ditsy blond (well, grey).
By now you probably already know that random things I see make me intrigued, smile or downright laugh out loud. This was one of those occasions that was a LOL.
Each day I’m out and about, I always look for the random stuff that is in broad daylight for all to see.
Take, for example, the other day when I was driving back from the shops. I went past a work truck parked outside a house, and I caught a quick glimpse of something suspiciously like a skeleton on the top of a box. I went to the roundabout, and instead of turning off into my street, I continued round to go back.
I pulled up behind the truck and, sure enough, there was a skeleton on a box complete with a skeleton dog. Leaving the motor running, I jumped out of the car with my trusted phone and took a couple of photos, laughing out loud as I did so – voila below.
And, because it’s so downright brilliant, I’m giving the guy a plug if you’re in the Bay area!
When I got back into my car, I waited for a van to pass before making the U-turn to get back on track. The van driver (a woman) had seen me take the photo and also had seen me laughing. What made me laugh even more was that as she drove past, she gave me a look of “WTF are you doin’?”
It’s one of the joys I have now that I’m a little older. I don’t give a rat’s arse what people may think when I stop to enjoy a piece of quirkiness, pick up a bit of free stuff from the side of the road or go and talk to a stranger.
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There are times when I see things and I do wonder what the story is. And this was one of those times when I spied a toy.
So in this case I have to ask – when is a toy not a toy? And I’m not talking about adult toys… Please, raise your thoughts into higher spheres.
Although, in this case, there may be a bit of ‘gutter speak’ going on.
Now, this particular type of little toy – see image below, I’ve seen around many times. It pops up in odd places, like hanging on a keyring or on a kiddie’s backpack.
This little man is keeping guard over the front door, hanging from the coat rack.
So when I spied one on the back of a large Toyota trucky-type vehicle, I smiled but then did a double-take when I spied something rather unusual about it.
First thing I noticed was that it was on the outside back window and gave the illusion that someone, other than the owner, had put it there, deliberately.
Now, I’m quite sure that the guy who owns the Toyota. Whoa, that’s a bit sexist of me to assume that it’s someone of the male persuasion that owns this double-cab massive, extremely clean (LOL) wagon. It could easily be a woman.
But I digress.
Now the person who owns the truck, I’m quite sure didn’t attach the toy up there for all to see. And what makes me think that is because the very next day, the truck was in the gym car park but the toy was gone!
So, take a look at the photo……. Carefully.
As I said, I did do a double-take when I saw that an extra appendage had been added.
Now what nudges my funny-bone is that there has to be some story that goes along with it.
An inside joke?
A jilted lover?
A flirtatious affair?
I realise I’ll never know the story, but it was certainly fun thinking about it.
Thanks for dropping by. My name is Fee O’Shea. I’m a mother and grandma, an author, and a Comedy Improver.
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