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Sunday, February 27, 2005

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Everything seems to have settled down for the weekend. Angel is better, partner is out of hospital and my neck is sorta better.

Went out for a nice dinner for Mum's birthday on Friday night. My sister's friend came along and has predicted my future in my love life. I find that amuzing. I have to get a few things set in place before that happens. Pain in the bum stuff but it will work out for the best.

Angel is still enjoying kindy a lot. And he is doing really well with his toilet training. Found the little trick with him and it is working great.

Apart from that still the same old stuff.

ttfn

xxoo






Monday, February 21, 2005

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Today I learnt the lesson of being absolutly helpless. Now I know exactly how my partner felt last week when I was not well. I got a call at 5.15am to let me know that my partner had been taken to hospital. He is still in there tonight. I am looking foward to an early night tonight. I got 3 hours sleep last night as Angel was really bad with his asthma as well. My neck is still giving me hell. People keep telling me to go to a chiro, but I bet they would change their tune if I said yeh you pay.

I have been learning some new stuff which has been exciting. It is not the usual type of stuff, but it steams from an old hobby of mine. I am getting back into some of my old hobbies that I have not touched in a long time, in some cases years. Somethng to stretch my mind a bit. At least some of it I can do in bed.

Ever since I took a month off from being on my puter every night, I can not seem to get back into the swing of things again. Some nights now I am happy crawling into bed at 9pm and reading for a bit, other nights watching tv and videos/dvds till the eearly hours. Even doing the old fashioned thing of writting letters to my partner. It has been nice getting back to basics. Just about finished jumper number 8 as well as my blanket for winter.

Well time for more pain killers and deep heat on the neck.

ttfn

xxoo






Tuesday, February 15, 2005

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Yesterday my partner spoilt me a lot. Even though he was not here he sent down 12 long stem roses and a teddy bear. I miss him heaps. But every sleep we are one day to being together again.

It is nice to feel a little spoilt from time to time. Everyone likes to feel spoilt.

How did your partner's spoil you?

ttfn

xxoo






Saturday, February 12, 2005


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BEST DIVORCE LETTER EVER WRITTEN BY MAN

Dear Connie,
I know the counselor said we shouldn't contact each other during our "cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore. The day you left, I swore I'd never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little boy in me talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I guess my pride needed that. But now I see that my pride's cost me a lot of things. I'm tired of pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about looking bad anymore. I don't care who makes the first move as long as one of us does. Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this is what my heart says: "There's no one like you, Connie." I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they're not you. They're not even close. Two weeks ago, I met this girl at Flamingos and brought her home with me. I don't say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation. She was young, maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that only youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean, just a perfect body. Tits like you wouldn't believe and an ass that just wouldn't quit. Every man's dream, right? But as I sat on the couch being blown by this stunner, I thought, look at the stuff we've made important in our lives. It's all so superficial. What does a perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this case, yes, but you see what I'm getting at. Does it make her a better person? Does she have a better heart than my moderately attractive Connie? I doubt it. And I'd never really thought of that before. I don't know, maybe I'm just growing up a little. Later, after I'd tossed her about a half a pint of throat yogurt, I found myself thinking, "Why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else. Some nagging feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it hit me. It didn't feel the same because you weren't there to watch. Do you know what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you. Jesus, Connie, I'm just going crazy without you. And everything I do just reminds me of you. Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met at the Holiday Inn lounge last year? Well, she dropped by last week with a pan of lasagna. She said she figured I wasn't eating right without a woman around. I didn't know what she meant till later, but that's not the real story. Anyway, we had a few glasses of wine and the next thing you know, we're banging away in our old bedroom. And this tart's a total monster in the sack. She's giving me everything, you know, like a real woman does when she's not hung up about her weight or her career and whether the kids can hear us. And all of a sudden, she spots that tilting mirror on your grandmother's old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle it, right, so we can watch ourselves. And it's totally hot, but it makes me sad, too. Cause I can't help thinking, "Why didn't Connie ever put the mirror on the floor? We've had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and we never used it as a sex toy." Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the restraining order. I mean, Vicky's just a kid and all, but she's got a pretty good head on her shoulders and she's been a real friend to me during this painful time. She's given me lots of good advice about you and about women in general. She's pulling for us to get back together, Connie, she really is. So we're doing Jell-O shots in a hot bubble bath and talking about happier times. Here's this teenage girl with the same DNA as you and all I can do is think of how much she looked like you when you were 18. And that just about makes me cry. And then it turns out Vicky's really into the whole anal thing, that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying it and how that probably fueled some of the bitterness between us. But do you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside your baby sister's cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you? It's true, Connie. In your heart you must know it. Don't you think we could start over? Just wipe out all the grievances away and start fresh? I think we can. If you feel the same please, please, please let me know. Otherwise, can you let me know where the fucking remote is?


Love, Dan






Monday, February 07, 2005

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Here is an interesting little thing that cropped up this week. I am still trying to get my head around it all.

Trying to figure out how it is that I can used 4 times the amount of electricity as my neighbour in a year. I don't have heating or cooling like he does and I am hardly home, where he is home more than what I am. What I use in a quarter he uses in 1 year. People think I am talking out of my backside when I tell them my cheapiest electricy bill is $290. My worst bill came before Xmas and that was $400, but if I did not get my backdated rebate my bill would have been $500.00. I have a $125 (average) gas bill on top of that as well. The housing trust say there is nothing wrong with my power supply. I have been through 5 kettles in 3 years, depending on the power drops depends on where I can turn my TV off, I turn my kettle on and the lights dimmer, and it is possible that the power dropages stuffed up my other PC. When my neighbours airconditor changes cycle it dims my lights. How is it that my neighbour uses power tools and it flicks over my trip switch so that I can be sitting in my house with no power. Please tell me how all this is safe in my house and that there is no problems. The only solution that the housing trust have for me is that I pay for an electrician to come and do a report. If there is a problem then they will re-embirse me and do something about it. Like I have a spare $220 to do that with my bills. I pay cheapier rent, but it does not compensate for the cost of living here. Jezz and I wonder why I never have any spare cash. lol

TTFN

XXOO






Sunday, February 06, 2005

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I am fast remembering what I hate about long distance relationships. It was many years ago that I had my last one and now I remember what I hated about it so much.

At least the days are going quick.

TTFN

xxoo







Saturday, February 05, 2005

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My Baby is loving kindy and my partner is back home in Qld and back to work for him.

I am not sure if it is cause Angel got to go on an outing to the firestation or the fact he is back with his best friend from Toddlers, but he loves kindy alot. They get to go on another outing next week to a chinese restraunt. I wanna go back to kindy lol. There has been a lot of change in his life and he is a little unsettled but he is getting there. He is not a child that likes change too much.

My partner is back in Qld. After spending almost 3 years in a pattern, then having a month of nice stuffs I am finding it a little hard to get back into my 3 year pattern. We are both going to save really hard for Angel and I to get up there soon for a holiday. Will be nice to get away for a while, but nicer to go up and see him.

He is teaching me stuff about the army. Monday he has a heavy day of leactures. Not just on light stuff. About suicide watch with other army personal, depression, etc. All that type of deep stuff. They have these things every 3 months.

Otherwise nothing really major to report. Cleaning out my puter getting ready for adsl. I got my new modem, but now it looks as though Telstra have done something screwy with my phone line. At least this modem was a lot easier to install. Just plug it in and off you go.


TTFN

xxoo






Thursday, February 03, 2005

I was out walking with my then 4 year old daughter.

She picked up something off the ground and started
to put it in her mouth.

I asked her not to do that."Why?"

"Because it's been laying outside and it is dirty
and probably has germs."

At this point, she looked at me with total
admiration and asked, "Wow!

How do you know all this stuff?"

"Uh," I was thinking quickly, "...all mums know this
stuff. Um, it's on

the Mummy Test.

You have to know it, or they don't let you be a
Mummy."

We walked along in silence for 2 or 3 minutes, but
she was evidently pondering this new information.

"OH...I get It!" she beamed. "So if you flunk, you
have to be the

Daddy."





(When you're finished laughing, send this to a Mum
who needs to hear it!)








The Ocean?
I have no idea how this works, but if you stare long enough you
should be able to see the ocean. I tried but it didn't work for me.........








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The Seven Dwarfs Visit The Pope
The Seven Dwarfs go to the Vatican and, because they have requested an audience, and as they are THE Seven Dwarfs, they are ushered in to see the Pope. Dopey leads the pack. Dopey, my son," says the Pope,
"what can I do for you?" Dopey asks, "Excuse me, Your Excellency, but are there any dwarf nuns in Rome?"
The Pope wrinkles his brow at the odd question, thinks for a moment and answers, "No, Dopey, there are no dwarf nuns in Rome."
In the background a few of the dwarfs start giggling. Dopey turns around and gives them a glare, silencing them.
Dopey turns back, "Your Worship, are there any dwarf nuns in all of Europe?"
The Pope, puzzled now, again thinks for a moment and then answers,
"Dopey, there are no dwarf nuns in Europe."
This time, all of the other dwarfs burst into laughter. Once again,
Dopey turns around and silences them with an angry glare.
Dopey turns back and says, "Your extreme holiness! Are there ANY dwarf nuns any where in the world?" After consulting with his advisers, the Pope responds, "I'm sorry my son, there are no dwarf nuns anywhere in the world."
The other dwarfs collapse in a heap, rolling, laughing and pounding the floor, tears streaming down their cheeks as they begin chanting......
"Dopey shagged a penguin !"
"Dopey shagged a penguin !"







Tired of constantly being broke and stuck in an unhappy marriage, a young husband decided to solve both problems by taking out a large insurance policy on his wife, with himself as the beneficiary.
A "friend of a friend" put him in touch with a nefarious underworld
figure who went by the name of Artie."
Artie explained to the husband that his going price for snuffing out a spouse was $5,000. The husband said he was willing to pay that amount but that he wouldn't have any cash on hand until he could collect his wife's insurance money.
Artie insisted on being paid something up front. The man opened up his wallet, displaying the single dollar bill that rested inside. Artie sighed, rolled his eyes, and reluctantly agreed to accept the dollar as down payment for the dirty deed.
A few days later, Artie followed the man's wife to the local Woolworth's grocery store. There, he surprised her in the produce department and proceeded to strangle her with his gloved hands. As the poor unsuspecting woman drew her last breath and slumped to the floor, the manager of the produce department stumbled unexpectedly onto the scene. Unwilling to leave any witnesses behind, Artie had no choice but to strangle the produce Manager as well.
Unknown to Artie, the entire proceedings were captured by hidden cameras and observed by the store's security guard, who immediately called the police.
Artie was caught and arrested before he could leave the store.
Under intense questioning at the police station, Artie revealed the
sordid plan, including his financial arrangements with the hapless husband.
The next day in the newspaper, the headline declared:
"ARTIE CHOKES TWO FOR A DOLLAR AT WOOLIES"








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This is pretty good how it works out...
Don't cheat by scrolling down first..
Work this out as you read...

1.First of all pick the number of times a week, that you would like to have a beer..(more than once a week)

2.Multiply this number by 2..

3. Add 5..(for sunday)

4.Multiply by 50.... Go get a calculator....

5. If you have already had your birthday this year add 1754...If you haven't add 1753....

6.Now subtract the four digit year that you were born...

you should have a 3 digit number..

The first digit is your original number.....




The next 2 numbers are how old you are....

This will only work this year.....so share it around


Have fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







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Two Irishmen walk into a pet shop. Right away they go over to the bird
section. Mike says to Paddy, "Dat's dem". The clerk comes over and asks if
he can help them.
"Yeah, we'll take four of dem dere birds in dat cage op dere," says
Mike, "Put dem in a peeper bag."

The clerk does and the two guys pay for the birds and leave the shop.
They get into Mike's van and drive until they are high up in the hills and
stop at the top of a cliff with a 500-foot drop.

"Dis looks loike a grand place, eh?" says Mike. "Oh, yeh, dis looks
good,"replies Paddy.

They flip a coin and Mike wins the toss. "I guess I git to go first eh
Paddy?" says Mike.

He then takes two birds out of the bag, places them on his shoulders
and jumps off the cliff. Paddy watches as his mate drops off the edge and
goes straight down for a few seconds followed by a 'SPLAT'. As Paddy looks
over the edge of the cliff he shakes his head and says, "Shit, dis budgie
jumpin'is too dangerous for me"


PART TWO
A minute later, Seamus arrives.

He too has been to the pet shop and he walks up carrying the familiar
'peeper bag'. He pulls a parrot out of the bag, and then Paddy notices that,
in his other hand, Seamus is carrying a gun.

"Hi, Paddy. Watch this," Seamus says and launches himself over the
edge of the cliff. Paddy watches as half way down, Seamus takes the gun and
blows the parrot's head off. Seamus continues to plummet until there is a
SPLAT!, as he joins Mike's remains at the bottom.

Paddy shakes his head and says, "An' oim never troyin' dat
Parrotshooting needer"


PART THREE
A few minutes after Seamus splats himself Sean strolls up. He too has
been to the pet shop and he walks up carrying the familiar 'peeper bag'.

Instead of a parrot he pulls a chicken out of the bag, and launches
himself off the cliff with the usual result. Once more Paddy shakes his
head - "Oh no Sean, first der was Mike wit his budgie jumping, den Seamus
parrot shooting and now you blimmin' hen gliding"!








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In the hospital the relatives gathered in the waiting room, where
their family member lay gravely ill.

Finally, the doctor came in looking tired and somber.

"I'm afraid I'm the bearer of bad news," he said as he surveyed the
worried faces.

"The only hope left for your loved one at this time is a brain
transplant.

It's an experimental procedure, very risky but it is the only hope.

Insurance will cover the procedure, but you will have to pay for the
brain yourselves.."

The family members sat silent as they absorbed the news. After a
great length of time, someone asked, "Well, how much does a brain cost?"

The doctor quickly responded, "$5,000 for a male brain, and $200 for
a female brain."

The moment turned awkward. Men in the room tried not to smile,
avoiding eye contact with the women, but some actually smirked.

A man unable to control his curiosity, blurted out the question
everyone wanted to ask,

"Why is the male brain so much more?"

The doctor smiled at the childish innocence and explained to the
entire group, "It's just standard pricing procedure. We have to mark down
the price of the female brains, because they've actually been used."





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