Oh for many moons we have tried....

To do ANdrew G's face transformer. Oft times on a night filled with boredom, Jason and I would search out Andrew's blog for the face transformer. excitedly, we would search in our computer archives to find a fab face shot and press the transformer button....and NOTHING ....zip, diddleysquat, nada, rien, mas que nada, not a blip of luaghter would be shed upon our efforts. We would drag our dismal behinds off to another timewasting site, disappointed by our plight once more failed...that is......until tonight......EUREKA!yes tonight we are black, we're white, oooh (crotch grab, whose bad?), we're black we're white, yeah! and Asian, my fave - afro-carribean and BABY!! Jason's fave, ape man...look and puke :0)Oh and if you wanna do it yourself....http://morph.cs.st-andrews.ac.uk//Transformer/

Dove

music, France and lovely juvely stuff in life

OK so it has to be said LIFE IS GREAT!No at this moment admittedly I am knackered since we just had the 100th conference of 2006 but happily that's it for this year - hurrah! SO I changed my song becuase this great little diddy was recorded in Studio 55 by the Hottest man on earth....and he's MINE - all mine forever and ever (yes forever cause we already asked Mr God for a mansion in heaven together - none of this no hubbie in heaven crap!). Oh and yeah the fabU composer/performer is a pal of ours - you should add his songs to your myspace too cause, well the boy's got talent! You might think, hmm COldPlay...or Ben Harper or the coolness of Imogen - well here's the truth the boy's been playing sweet sounds like this long before Coldplay even made it to American ears - ya, he's that cool. So getting back to the title... i'm going to France in 2.5 weeks Agggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg I am so stinkin' excited.....pain au chocolat, yummy food cheap wine, my husband and the foreign land and language that I love!! 'm actually more excited to go to France than I am to go to Ireland apart from the obvious pleasure of all the fab people in Ireland - duh. Nothing in France can compare to that - it almost does, but nah. And the lovely juveley stuff. well this time 2 weeks my sister and b-i-l will be here - hurrah - life is stinkin' brilliant OK toodles, I'm off to write some Chrimbo cards (am sending only like 6 this year ...just cause!) hugs galore (if I know you..), oh OK, if you need a hug and I don't know you, you can have an appropriate and loving hug too :0 PS Dave, my mate left.....sorry for the delay in posting....oh that's right you haven't posted in a year!! I sya that not to be sarcastic (well maybe just a little) but mostly to say DAVE come BACK to bloggerville, either that or come to Jersey so we can have some of your craic!!! Let's have a cheeky pint! Gues I'll have to write a blog about the most fabulous time I had with my mate Roisin....maybe after I recover from the millionth conference of 2006

MY best Friend from home is here!!

So cheerio - I'll be shopping and starbucksing for at least a week - don't expect to hear from moi!! toodles! G

Spell check anyone

I'm suuuuuure you've noticed that my spelling is appalling ..... some of it is due to typos....yes tis true, others, well dang even thought my grammar is pretty decent, my spelling gosh dang it is simply horrific....and the thought of ahving to trail through my blog and re-read it to look for such errors (I mean have you seen the length of the blether I write sometimes? exactly, not exactly a 100m dash,, more like the longrun (but scenic... hopefully!)Anywas, simply said...how the heck do you do spell check on this blog thing. PS for all those who say "there's simply no excuse" You are right, and my mother did try to buy me a "learn spellings" book when I was 10 (oh the embarrassment - so I vehemently resisted (stubbornass, or proud peacock, one might suggest - oui, c'est vrai). Thankfully for moi, tis the modern era of computers and spell checks...if one actually was educated in how to find the damn thing! toodles people, time to go over to the other side....myspace hee hee Smooch Gillian PS 2 posts in 1 night..must've needed refelction or blether time!!

Can you say "Awoch"?

Yes people, I am on a fitness kick again - you would've thought a fitness kick would have ideally fallen in Spring.....the preponderance of bikinis and all that jazz, but no, amid the entry of wooly jumpers and clothes that hide a multitude of sins...I am back, and by that I mean at the gym! yes week one started out with decent presence...there perhaps three times, but the classes were woosey. This past week was much more successful. Sunday I went for a nice wee self-motivated workout - reasonably leisurely - t'was the day of rest people - come on give me a break. Monday I risked a Step calss...not just a beginner's class but a pro-class - yes well let's just say that I didn't discover a once hidden talent...but I did get to look many people in the face when I failed to get the gay 80s move down and sadly I think the class worked by brain out more than my body - boo, aint goin' back to that one in a hurry 0) But hurrah, then came Thursday... a last minute "oh what the heck, let's get this body toned" whim took me to "Power pump". Now one might have been slightly enlightened by the rather weightlifter type...women in the class...and then all the funky gadgets and various weights piled beside their "area"...but all enthusiastic, I bastled ahead, seeking weight advice from my workout counterparts....oh my gosh people, let me cut to the chase and just say a 60+ year old teacher - Damn was she hardcore. I was literally trembling like a leaf towards the end of the class and yesterday - gagh! If Jason even lightly squeezed my arms or thighs I whinced and flopped in a pile of rag dollism. It was like being given the most horrendous dead arm/leg. But satisfied - oh my gosh yes, I am like on the top of the world - I am on my way to becoming Fitness Princess....Ok, so a little too enthusiastic - 4 gym days in one week, I am happy but must keep up the pace :0) Tomorrow it's kick-boxing and from what I hear, Mario puts you thru your paces, none of this airy fairy kick boxercise that I've all to often stumbled into, oh please oh please oh please let there be kick pads and gloves to punch with hurrah So long folks, when I return to visit you'll be accusing me of having had muscle scuplting surgery ..like about 40% of the other women in the class - I know totally NO FAIR - gagh!

What can u do with a drunkedn sailor, what can u do with a drunken sailor, what can u do withg a drunken sailor early in the morning

humm, don't know how that random song arrived in my head-song-space but it did, but now it's out and hopefully there it shall stay :0) Well my husband is just fandabbydosey! He's away again tonight, sigh...do you know in the last two weeks Jason has been away from my side I think about as much as he has in our whole marriage previous to these last few trips! Golly gosh - but thankfully this is not a new pattern - en el nombre de Jesus - just a few adventures that could not be missed. First reason 1 why my husband is so fandabbydosey..... For absolutely NO reason at all, he buys me an anniversary card and a pressie (now the anniversary card I suspect may ahve been a random one at the store that had lost it's enveloppe - but heck , he was able to use the otherwise ready for the bin card and find a relevant tag line...."celebrating the 3rd anniversary of our adventure in ireland" Yup, that's right folks, this time three years ago, Jason and I went to my home town for the first tinme as a married couple...not that exciting but still, kudos to the boy for being creative...... Then along with the somewhat cheesy for old people but thoughtful card, came , yum, yummy, and yummalicious...beautiful beaded earings to adorn my lobes with - hurrah - a pressie for no apparent reason - happy days :0) Other resons of current relevance why my hooband is so flippin greta: With a keen eye for detail and a creative mind set loose, he's been delving into the world of film. Now Jason if you didn't know, once considered an education at NYU for film production.. Sadly at that time for various family reasons, it never quite took place. However, not one to let lapsed time get the better of him.. he's benn diving in head first tot he world of the creative eye. Fist starting with a bit of filming here and there for local events, then the more exciting current accurences..... my buddy (my answer to prayer!!) Melliena, who was recently imported from Holland as the bride of one of the yanks here at church. When I say imported, there was nothing dogy to the nature of the event, simply love ....anyways, that's beside the point (maybe I'm fraught with horrible immigration paranoia!!)....as I was saying, Melliena, who is an award winning documenary producer/director from Holland has noticed Jason's creative eye and involved him in a couple of projects - hurrah!! So a fortnight ago, Jason jetted off to Cincinatti with her and a camera guy to interview Nick (father of George) Clooney reagrding the recent occurences in Darfour. What an opportunity!! Well sadly the event was somewhat more eventful than Jason would have liked for after 4 hours of delays, he managed a small 5 hourws of sleep (after a week of overtime to be able to get away for this adventure).......a successful day of filming was to lead to a simple flight home and a sweet night in the arms of his lover (ahem,, yes of course that would be me - duh!!). Alas, it was not quite so....as the sleepy Jason sat in the gate lounge of the terminal building, his fellow passangers slipped onto the plane and homebound......Jason double alas was sound asleep. Hang on a minute, what about the "Could the last remaining passanger, Mr. Jason Schuler" please proceed to the boarding gate immediately" call. Ya, nope that didn't happen, nor did the attendants think to prod the one sleeping passanger sleeping on a chair in the very ickle departure lounge in case it should be the already checked in 20-something passanger they were expecting. Boo, so poor jason woke up (randomly...with no help of a voice seeking him out over the tanoy) and realized he was all but alone in the departure lounge....he ran to the departure gate.,..which was a mere 8 steps in front of him only to be told "sorry sir the gate's closed"... Jason: "but the door is still open, I could run" Air Hostess walking to the gate door, closes it, turns to jason "Actually sir the gate is now closed"....grrr@@ So my beloved stood in line at customer services for an hour only to be directed to a telephone to fight his battle over the phonw. Hurrah, he was kindly changed to the next flight out...the next morning....sigh.....more time away from his beloved. Anyways, he got home safe and sound, sleepy and tired but safe and sound and Melliena liked his shots and saw much more creativity in them than she did in the actual guys that was hired for the interview! Ha, Jason paid his own way and went along for the experience and voila - what a fandabbydozy husband he is. I love my husband....I also love my sleep, so I'm off, to sleep without my beloved husband, but sleep I shall and in the morn' he shall return to me :0) Cheerio folks, sleep well :0)