the FRED BLOGGS blog
...sharing a random thought daily since 2007!
Profit isn't just a number on a balance sheet; it represents the passion and perseverance that drive my vision forward. Every financial success fuels my commitment to creating products that not only inspire but also uplift those who encounter them.
There's nothing quite like a warm slice of meatloaf, bringing back memories of family dinners and laughter around the table. Each bite is a comforting reminder of home, seasoned with love and a little bit of nostalgia. I can't help but smile when I think of those cozy evenings, where a simple meal could fill the heart as much as the belly.
The haunting resonance of the oboe captivates me, weaving a tapestry of emotion that lingers long after the last note fades into silence.
Some people have no sense of humour. I just had a phone call asking for the bloke who used to own my house - I said "I'm afraid he's a bit dead at the moment..." but she hung up before I could say "... and we're not expecting him to recover any time soon."
Nothing brings me more joy than transforming a space with a splash of color and a sprinkle of whimsy, because life is too short for boring decor.
The armrest, that unassuming barrier between comfort and chaos, often becomes the silent witness to the delicate dance of shared space in a crowded theater.
Holding that chalice, I felt a surge of purpose, as if it were a key unlocking the adventure of a lifetime.
Pepperoni, with its spicy charm and irresistible sizzle, always seems to find a way to turn the simplest moments into savory memories that linger long after the last slice is gone.
As part of the hosepipe ban, people will not be allowed to fill swimming pools from the mains water supply. Note to Olympic swimmers: You MUST bring your own water.
Just had a nice phone call from "technical support". They asked for the guy who used to own my house, didn't seem put off when I said he's dead and wanted to help make my computer run faster anyway. After half an hour of pretending to look at their websites, I got bored and ended up having a slanging match with "Jack Morris" (who didn't have an English accent!) over who had more Microsoft certifications, him or me. He didn't like me telling him that his Windows 2000 certifications are obsolete. Total call time: 33 mins 31 seconds.
Stool, much like a delicate aria, reveals the hidden complexities of our daily lives, reminding us of the beauty found in even the most mundane moments.
Chop is like a bad haircut—no matter how much you try to style it, it's still a disaster waiting to happen.
Worn threads drape my shoulders like the weight of untold stories, each frayed seam whispering echoes of the past.
Common sense is not a gift, it's a punishment. Because you have to deal with everyone who doesn't have it.
Notepad is my faithful companion, capturing my thoughts and dreams with the same devotion I bring to my beliefs.
Indulging in vice is like choosing a bad haircut; it may seem tempting in the moment, but the regret that follows is a style faux pas that lingers far too long.
Machinery, to me, is like the heartbeat of creativity, a rhythmic pulse that transforms raw potential into something extraordinary.
There's something undeniably thrilling about binge-watching a series that makes you question your life choices while simultaneously rooting for characters you know are probably worse off than you.
Colonialism stripped us of our roots, yet from that very soil of oppression, I rose to cultivate a legacy of empowerment and resilience.
Mass is like a big ol' sack of potatoes; it may seem heavy, but when you learn to handle it right, you can toss it around like a feather.
Sitting on that bench, I felt like a king surveying my realm, each passerby a curious subject in my grand little kingdom of leisure.
The vibrant energy of youth dances around me, a whirlwind of dreams and aspirations. Every moment feels like an adventure waiting to unfold, each experience a brushstroke on the canvas of my life. In this fleeting season of possibility, I embrace the uncertainty, knowing that the journey is as important as the destination.
In the quiet of the night, I found myself staring out the window, wondering how a thief could steal the warmth of a love that once felt so safe and sound.
The idea of a booster shot feels like a second chance at resilience, a way to fortify my defenses against the unpredictable. It's a reminder that in this ever-changing world, taking proactive steps is not just wise, but essential for my well-being.
Voting feels like trying to pick the best flavor of ice cream in a shop where all the flavors are a little nutty and you just hope you don’t end up with a scoop of regret!
In the spirit of adventure, I find joy in the simple act of filling a jug, watching it brim with possibility and reminding me that even the smallest vessel can hold great dreams.
Oleo has always struck me as a curious substitute, a clever attempt to mimic the richness of butter while leaving something essential behind.
Finding harmony in agreement feels like the perfect alignment of bodies in a dance, where each movement resonates with the others, creating a beautiful and unified expression.
WEATHER REPORT: it's bright and sunny here in Dorset, local radio said it's going to be about 27 degrees C on Bournemouth beach today, tens of thousands expected for the first decent sunbathing day of the year.
Ravioli, with its delicate pasta enveloping savory fillings, transports me to a sun-drenched kitchen where the air is rich with the aroma of home-cooked love.
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