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Bad weekend


By George William Evans, 2011-03-20

Well, another lost weekend for my teams. Wales lost to France and Cardiff FC let still another one slip away at the end. At least they got a draw out of it. Cardiff looks headed to another playoff and not automatic promotion.

I was gutted by the Wales rugby loss. They say we have some of the best players in the game...when oh when are we going to put it all together?

Glad Scarlets were idle this week as they probably would have gone down the tube as well.

On an even sadder note, I watched the final episode for the season of "Jonathan" yesterday. Rats..love that S4C show.

Anyone looking for a good read would do well to get a copy of "Half Time." the autobiography of Welsh rugby ref Nigel Owens. It's a quick and enjoyable book.

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Had a lovely lie in this morning and Husband brought me tea in bed. I love Saturdays. Im in a great mood- despite the fact that hes unwilling to break, I love having him home with me and like nothing more than spending time with him. Husband, miraculously, says he feels the same.
Im in annoying over-drive today and have spent nearly an hour making noises that irritate him. My favourites to dates are baby crying and the ever popular
Noingnoingnoingnoingnoingnoingnoingnoingnoing.
Husband as usual is in unshakable mode.

Thats a nice song, did you write it?
Yeah I did actually, I wrote it for you because I love you so much. I also wrote Candle in the
Windregardless of what Elton John says. I sent it to him anonymously because I didnt want to be famous, you know, cause Im shy and stuff.

Youre very clever wife, what did I do to deserve someone like you?


Something really good probably, like winning a Peace prize or inventing Xbox.

About two weeks after we moved into this house we woke to find our lush green lawn had erupted in muddy earth explosions. Husband assured me that no, this wasnt the work of Al-Qaeda, and that it was more likely we had a mole than a terrorist cell operating in the garden. I remained unconvinced until Husband became obsessed with the creature and woke me at 4am every day to join him on a reconnaissance mission. For nearly a week we were up at stupid oclock being still and quiet waiting for the mole to show its furry face. On the seventh day, I was forced to admit that the culprit did look more like a mole than Osama Bin Laden, however, I stand firm, the similarity is uncanny.
Husband was dismissive of my suggestions to phone the Army and opted instead for a more home-guard approach. While I was looking in the yellow-pages for the boss of the Paratroopers, Husband was ordering a humane mole trap from Amazon. Surprisingly, the mole trap arrived before Regimental HQ in Hampshire returned my call.
This was nearly a month ago, and the mole has long since moved on, Husband assures me that he was not harmed and simply wanted a change of scenery. I'm pleased that I dont have to get up and stare at grass at 4am anymore.
Since this little blip, Husband has been painstakingly planting grass seed and manicuring the green, green grass of home. Hes nursed the battlefield back to health and healed the scars it once bore. Im so proud of him.
I was up at four this morning. Like a Paratrooper on leave creeping out of an ugly birds bedroom, I stealthily went to the garden. Silently I moulded compost into mole-hill shaped mounds and deposited them onto the lawn. The mole managed to break husband, and Im not being beaten by a fucking rodent.
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Better late than never, Dewi and I drove to Chicago for a lively night of hwyl with friends in the Tafia and music by David Llewellyn, et al.

Dewi rests a bit when we hit the hotel--has to save his strength for the party!

Dewi is a hungry draig and this looks just about right. YUM! Note bottle of Moosehead.

Dewi purchased large quantities of raffle tickets--note shot glass of Penderyn. Later Dewi won an embarrassment of riches in the raffle. :)

Dewi has apple cobbler for dessert. Note empty beer glass.

No worries. Dewi never drinks and drives--we got a ride back to our hotel. :)

Until next year...Dewi says, "Diolch i Chicago Tafia!"

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Supermoon Photos--Madison, WI


By mona everett, 2011-03-20

Sadly, there was a cloud right on the horizon, so I didn't get to see it rise. These were taken about 90 minutes later. I am going to see what the moon set looks like in the morning.

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I wonder if this in in Wales--the sheep have spray paint on them. Very fun to see!

KID FRIENDLY!!

What Sheep Herders Do When They're Bored....This video will put a smile on your face.
Very cool! You wonder how someone thought of this. Sitting around over a pint someone says, hey, what can we do with the sheep? (And not get arrested.)

http://www.wimp.com/sheeplight/

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Saxons sink in the Pale.


By Ian Price2, 2011-03-19

It is with immense pleasure that I can announce the demise of the English attempt to win the Grand Slam. No words can convey the admiration I have for our Celtic brothers in Hibernia.

Sparingbeing bombarded by anotherflagstone ofEnglish propoganda leadingup to the next Royal shindig, I can only say that The Celts can show the sons of Saxony a thing or two when it counts.

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You may notice that Im a few hours late uploading this blog instalment. I dont want to make excuses, but it really isnt my fault. I completed the blog around 11.30pm and was happily proof reading when a little chat box popped up asking Do you want to chat? Yes I thought, theres nothing I like more than a chat, Ive got a cup of tea, a packet of fags, and a few minutes to spare before bed- maybe its one of the readers from the blog, maybe they have an great idea or story to share...!
I clicked on the box and was told that Laura was single and in my area. Pretty girl, little bit forward, but were all young once. How are you, Laura I asked? Horny and single was the immediate response. Not quite what I was expecting, but right-oh.
Oh right, what are you up to? I tentatively typed.
Looking for fun. She replied.

Ah, something I can relate to, Im always looking for fun. Never one to miss an opportunity for self promotion, I typed:
You should read my blog- there are plenty of ideas in there about how to keep from being bored...

Do you like webcam? She answered.
Now I dont know about you, but Im highly suspicious of my web cam. I see it as a little ticking time bomb that could ruin my life at anytime. Im only ever a mouseclick away from being by broadcast in my SpongeBob pyjamas because Ive hit the wrong key trying to play pacman. Its for this reason Ive covered it with a Dennis the Menace plaster, prevention is better than cure and so on.
Im highly suspicious of them Laura, if you are too, then I have a spare Dennis the Menace plaster you can have if youre passing.
Laura sent me a link which I closed down immediately
Thanks for the offer, Laura, but Im not really in the mood to watch your home videos at the moment, Husbands V+ed Silent Witness and were going to give that a bash.

Laura must have been offended by this because she wouldnt speak to me anymore and just kept sending me pop up boxes. After closing 14 webcab offers, two competitions to win an ipad and a series of ringtone downloads my laptop was running less efficiently that it once had been.
I put it down to experience and carried on proof reading the blog. I got about half way through when another box popped up on my screen commencing cache dump. Im no Bill Gates but even I knew that wasnt a good thing. My blog disappeared, along with my photos, recipes and emails.
Fuck.
Husband knows the laptops got Aids.
Recovered blog:

Husband had barely spoke a word to me when we got back from Tesco, we drank wine in silence, he didnt give me a foot rub and when we went to bed he didnt check the spare room for orbs which he usually does for me when weve been watching Most Haunted . He went to work this without saying goodbye- he thought I was sleeping, but I wasnt I was laying there thinking about what I had done, thoroughly ashamed of myself and my actions.
I got up, made coffee and decided to embark on a quest of self improvement. I made a list of all the things Ive done wrong and vowed to correct them before I lost the respect of those who love me grow weary of my failings.
As such, I hereby promise that I will step up the campaign to break the husband and blog about it with more regularity. Im sure you agree that a bit of the silent treatment really isnt good enough.
I will make my pranks more outlandish and creative and try to post the report at a more conventient time of day. I will pay more attention to my use of commas and not skimp on details.
Within an hour of writing my new charter I received a text from husband
Sorry I was so quiet last night, had a hard day at work and that prick in Tesco pissed me off by laughing at you when I told him that you were too embarrassed to pay for your shopping yourself. Cant wait to see you later, well watch that Justin Bieber DVD if you want?
Fucking, fucking husband.
Im tamping that the Bieber debacle backfired and have set about planning a long overdue housewarming party in order to cheer myself up. I want to do something a little different and decide on an Elfs themed costume extravaganza.I ring the husband to tell him my idea:
Brilliant, we can invite everyone, itll be a hell of a laugh- only thing is, if youre doing it on that Friday, I wont be finishing work til 10 so youll have to start without me. He says
Husband- theres no way I can make everyone dress up as Elfs and then have you walk in at 10 in your work clothes on.
Ever the considerate husband he comes up with a solution all on his own.
I know! I can change in the toilets at work and just drive home in my costume, if you want? Will that make you feel better?
Clever Husband.
Early evening he rang me to say hes found an amazing Elfs costume online. It comes with shoes and hat and will be here by Tuesday. Hes really excited for the party, bless him, Husband loves any excuse for fancy dress.
I wonder will this still be the case when he walks into our Elvis themed party dressed like an Elf?
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Royal Wedding: harpist Claire Jones chosen to play

Claire Jones
Claire Jones says it is a fantastic feeling to be chosen for the royal wedding

Prince William and Kate Middleton have chosen royal harpist Claire Jones to entertain guests at their wedding.

St James's Palace confirmed she has been asked to play at the wedding reception to welcome the royal couple on 29 April.

Read more HERE.

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St. Fagan's Mission to expand


By mona everett, 2011-03-19

This is a photo of a slate pig sty I took at St. Fagan's in 2005.

THE new director general of National Museum Wales yesterday pledged to take the nations most popular visitor attraction into the future, while holding onto its past.

, who was appointed to the role last year, said the museum at St Fagans had an important emotional appeal to people in Wales, as he spoke to Cardiff Breakfast Club yesterday.

The site, founded by Iorwerth Peate in the 1940s, is Wales biggest tourist attraction, drawing in more than 600,000 visitors a year.

The concept of St Fagans has a very powerful emotional appeal, he said. Generation after generation have been brought to St Fagans by their parents and grandparents. Families are two-thirds of our visitors, and that is an extraordinarily high proportion.

Mr Anderson outlined his radical overhaul for the museum, which will see the National Museums archaeological collection brought to the site. The move will take St Fagans from a museum looking at Wales history from the Middle Ages to one looking back to the days of the first human habitation in Wales.


Read More HERE.
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Twosigns welcoming visitors to a historic Cardiff suburb vanished after Welsh-language campaigners insisted: Theres only one f in Llandaff.

The 2,000 signs were unveiled on March 2 by the Llandaff Society featuring only the anglicised version of the word. That reads: Llandaff.

But 16 complaints to City Hall then insisted that if only one version of the name was used it should be the Welsh version Llandaf. So overnight the council confiscated the signs, just weeks after giving them the thumbs-up.


Read More and vote for your preferred Welsh spelling HERE .
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