Today Hubs and I are taking part in Ellie's Top Ten Horror / Science Fiction Movie Quotes. Ellie's Blog can be found at http://elliegarratt.blogspot.com/.
This is a collaborative effort as my memory is shot to pieces!
Top Ten Horror Movie Quotes:
You may notice a bit of a Zombie theme with these!
1. "You've got to be fucking kidding me!" The Thing 1982
2. "Here's Johnny" The Shinning 1980
3. "They're coming to get you Barbra" Night of the living Dead 1968
4. "I hope I give you the shits" Dog Soldiers 2002
5. " Smile you son of a bitch" Jaws 1975
6. "Its alive! Its alive" Frankenstein 1931
7. "Choke on it" Day of the dead 1985
8. "Kill the Queen!" Shaun of the Dead 2004
9. "I'll swallow your soul" " Swallow this" Evil Dead 2 1987
10. "Give me some sugar baby" Army of Darkness Evil Dead 3 1992
Top Ten Science Fiction Movie Quotes:
Doing these made us realise how many excellent films were made in 1968!
1." Game over man, game over" Aliens 1979
2. "We came, we saw, we kicked ass!" Ghostbusters 1984
3. "Are you telling me you built a time machine out of Delorean?" Back to the future 1985
4. "I'm sorry Dave, I'm afraid I can't do that." 2001 Space Odyssey 1968
5. "Take your stinkin' paws off me, you damn dirty ape." Planet of the apes 1968
6. "Resistance is futile" Star trek First Contact 1996
7. "Gordon's alive" Flash Gordon 1980
8. "I've got a bad feeling about this" Star Wars 1977
9. " No, I am your father" Empire strikes back 1980
10. "E.T phone home" ET 1982
11." You are one ugly mother fucker" Predator 1987
Could resist putting in number 11! Can't wait to see everyone else's!
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Friday, 4 February 2011
An update from Friday 28th January 2011
Well as you can imagine the last week has been a little crazy!
Hubby's knees have turned a lovely colour combination of green, yellow, black, blue and purple. He is having to use a stick to get about and his knees now make a magnificent crunching sound when he goes up and down stairs. He visited the GP yesterday for a check up after Friday and has been signed off for a week. He is still suffering with headaches, neck and back pain along with the knees. If he isn't significantly better by next week he will be sent for physiotherapy.
The police haven't contacted us since last Friday despite us being told they would be in contact with us on Monday. I rang the station today to find out what is happening. The poor guy on the end of the phone had 17 pages to trawl through to find out all the details. He is emailing the officer in charge of the investigation. We now have a crime number not just a log number.
I had been congratulating myself on how well I was doing considering the immense shock and stress I had been under. POTS (postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome) is a bit of a slave to stress and I was expecting to be incapacitated quite quickly. It actually didn't happen until after a visit by my best friend Ellie and her partner on Wednesday. I collapsed after their visit and have rarely left my bed since sleeping for 13-14 hours at a stretch.
I think Ellie's visit was the first time I had relaxed since Friday. There was no talk about accidents, buying cars, police or insurance companies. Just coffee and cream cakes! And laughing when Frankie brought down 3 cardboard toilet tube innards in his mouth at one time to prevent the other dogs -Willow and Mollie getting a look in. For some bizarre reason Frankie is obsessed with these and sits and chews them until they are a wet, soggy mess. He will even barge into the bathroom whilst its occupied to see if you have finished with a toilet roll!
Despite all this I have still managed to have a rather loud discussion with DR Y who has through his actions (or lack of them) and general attitude confirmed my belief that despite getting a diagnosis his ineptitude continues. I will next week be writing a letter to DR J at another practice to move surgeries. Is it wrong to want and need the support of your GP? Am I asking someone in the caring profession to do more than care?
I need to end this post on a happy note! So I need to thank Ellie for giving me a mention on her blog, (since this went on last Friday / Saturday I have had over 50 views), I would also like to thank Ellie's followers for leaving those lovely comments which were very much appreciated by all of us here.
Also just to let you know Mollies eye - which was cut in the accident has completely healed. Frankie's cut has healed but he has a bit of hair loss on the injury site so that will take a little time to completely heal. Willow has settled down, she is going through a phantom pregnancy at the moment and has adopted my hubby as her puppy. She was very distressed by the accident, but is now much happier as Daddy/ puppy has been home all week, so she has got to groom him every night before going to sleep. By grooming I mean licking him clean, she is particularly obsessed with his rather large belly, it takes a good hour to get clean!
Thanks again
Hubby's knees have turned a lovely colour combination of green, yellow, black, blue and purple. He is having to use a stick to get about and his knees now make a magnificent crunching sound when he goes up and down stairs. He visited the GP yesterday for a check up after Friday and has been signed off for a week. He is still suffering with headaches, neck and back pain along with the knees. If he isn't significantly better by next week he will be sent for physiotherapy.
The police haven't contacted us since last Friday despite us being told they would be in contact with us on Monday. I rang the station today to find out what is happening. The poor guy on the end of the phone had 17 pages to trawl through to find out all the details. He is emailing the officer in charge of the investigation. We now have a crime number not just a log number.
I had been congratulating myself on how well I was doing considering the immense shock and stress I had been under. POTS (postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome) is a bit of a slave to stress and I was expecting to be incapacitated quite quickly. It actually didn't happen until after a visit by my best friend Ellie and her partner on Wednesday. I collapsed after their visit and have rarely left my bed since sleeping for 13-14 hours at a stretch.
I think Ellie's visit was the first time I had relaxed since Friday. There was no talk about accidents, buying cars, police or insurance companies. Just coffee and cream cakes! And laughing when Frankie brought down 3 cardboard toilet tube innards in his mouth at one time to prevent the other dogs -Willow and Mollie getting a look in. For some bizarre reason Frankie is obsessed with these and sits and chews them until they are a wet, soggy mess. He will even barge into the bathroom whilst its occupied to see if you have finished with a toilet roll!
Despite all this I have still managed to have a rather loud discussion with DR Y who has through his actions (or lack of them) and general attitude confirmed my belief that despite getting a diagnosis his ineptitude continues. I will next week be writing a letter to DR J at another practice to move surgeries. Is it wrong to want and need the support of your GP? Am I asking someone in the caring profession to do more than care?
I need to end this post on a happy note! So I need to thank Ellie for giving me a mention on her blog, (since this went on last Friday / Saturday I have had over 50 views), I would also like to thank Ellie's followers for leaving those lovely comments which were very much appreciated by all of us here.
Also just to let you know Mollies eye - which was cut in the accident has completely healed. Frankie's cut has healed but he has a bit of hair loss on the injury site so that will take a little time to completely heal. Willow has settled down, she is going through a phantom pregnancy at the moment and has adopted my hubby as her puppy. She was very distressed by the accident, but is now much happier as Daddy/ puppy has been home all week, so she has got to groom him every night before going to sleep. By grooming I mean licking him clean, she is particularly obsessed with his rather large belly, it takes a good hour to get clean!
Thanks again
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