Sunday, September 26, 2004
ALL COMMENTS ON MY BLOGG ARE MY OWN THOUGHTS AND ARE SAID WITHOUT PREJUDICE
Me has been a happy little pooks of late. I finally got my Garfield Monolopy. Had the family over last night and we had home made pizzas and played that. MY Garfield movie trading cards are on their way. Non-one in SA is selling them and rang a few place interstate and still no luck so bought them from USA. Boss did not even bother asking but just ordered 3 interactive Garfields that have just come on the market. You press the button on 1 Garfield and the other two go off as well.
Then in Novemeber it is early Xmas for moi. New Bon Jovi box set is comming out with lots of goodies. Will go and pre order that during the week.
We are now a two puter household. No I still do not have my new one. I think that is more on the cards for next year at this rate. Used my savings to pay a bill. Keeps the wolves away for a bit. So puter has to wait. But Mum thought she spotted a really good bargin puter for $90. It was a bargin cause the monitor, printer. keyboard and speakers would have been more than that. Wow colours look so much better on this monitor. The puter only has 1 gig HD but that is ok. I will make that Angel's puter to play his bananas in pyjams game and put a spiderman wallpaper on there for him.
Well at least this week can go back to normal. Had to do hearing tests on Tuesday to count out all physcall reasons for Angel's lack of chatter.He is a little behind by about 6 months to a year with other kids at his age. We work intensally 1 hour every night with nothing on doing books and flash cards to help him along. And the days that we are home I squeeze another hour in there. Bought a little memory game for $2 that was all about cars. I try and do something that he loves that is also going to help him so at least it is fun for him. I use them as flash cards and as a little match up game to help improve his skils. Bought a colour bingo to help him with his colours. Just simple little games that will help him along the way.
Since we were in the city for the tests on Tuesday took him in to see people. He made us all laugh. I tired to get Angel to say the boss' name Roy but he keept saying Root. Even the boss had a little chuckle at that.
Must be something in the water at the moment that people are falling pregnant. Unfortantly one of my friends is going to have a extremely tough one. She has been told that her child has Encephalocele. In basic terms that is where the bubs brain is growing outside of the skull. But everyone else seems to be doing ok with theres. Another has complications but that is her body doing that, not anything wrong with bubs.
I have not been doing that much. Just working and house stuff and doing my knitting and trying to get better. This cold has finally shown its ugly head. Well time to go and have cuppa and do education stuff.
ttfn
xxoo
Saturday, September 25, 2004
ALL COMMENTS ON MY BLOGG ARE MY OWN THOUGHTS AND ARE SAID WITHOUT PREJUDICE
It is kinda funny. They say that the spoken word and actions speak loud. But sometimes silence speaks more volumes than we like to relise.
My little odd thought for the day.
Go Brisbane
ttfn
xxoo
Friday, September 24, 2004
Water conservation
Thursday, September 23, 2004
Women over thirty
Here is a piece written by Andy Rooney - CBS 60 Minutes.
Andy Rooney says:
As I grow in age, I value women who are over 30 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why:
A woman over 30 will never wake you in the middle of the night to ask,
"What are you thinking?" She doesn't care what you think.
If a woman over 30 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do. And, it's usually something more interesting.
A woman over 30 knows herself well enough to be assured in who she is, what she is, what she wants and from whom.
Few women past the age of 30 give a damn what you might think about her or what she's doing.
Women over 30 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you, if they think they can get away with it.
Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it's like to be unappreciated.
A woman over 30 has the self-assurance to introduce you to her women friends. A younger woman with a man will often ignore even her best friend because she doesn't trust the guy with other women.
Women over 30 couldn't care less if you're attracted to her friends because she knows her friends won't betray her.
Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over 30. They always know.
A woman over 30 looks good wearing bright red lipstick, this is not true of younger women or drag queens.
Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 30 is far sexier than her younger counterpart.
Older women are forthright and honest. They'll tell you right off if you are a jerk if you are acting like one! You don't ever have to wonder where you stand with her.
Yes, we praise women over 30 for a multitude of reasons.
Unfortunately, it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed hot
woman of 30+, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year-old waitress.
Ladies, I apologize.
Andy Rooney
For all those men who say, "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free".
Here's an update for you. Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage, why?
Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire Pig, just to get a little sausage...
1. Open a new file in your PC.
2. Name it "Housework."
3. Send it to the RECYCLE BIN
4. Empty the RECYCLE BIN
5. Your PC will ask you, "Are you sure you want to delete Housework
permanently?"
6. Answer calmly, "Yes," and press the mouse button firmly....
7. Feel better?
A man goes to the confessional and says, "Forgive me Father, for
I have sinned."
"What is your sin, my child?" The Priest asks.
"Well," the man starts, "I used the 'F'-word today and I feel so
terrible."
"Why don't you tell me what happened. What made you use such
awful language?" asked the Priest.
"Well, I was out golfing and I hit this incredible drive that
looked like it was going to go over 250 yards, but the ball hit a
phone line hanging over the fairway and fell straight down to the
ground after going about 100 yards."
"I'm a golfer myself my son" said the Priest "I understand what
you were feeling. So this is when you swore?"
"No Father," said the man,
"You see, after that a squirrel ran out of the bushes and grabbed
my ball in his mouth and began to run away."
"And this is when you swore?" asked the Father again.
"No not yet. Just as the squirrel was running away, this eagle
came down out of the sky and grabbed the squirrel in his talons
and began to fly away!"
"And it was then that you swore?" asked the amazed Priest.
"No, not yet," replied the man, "Just as the eagle was flying
away with the squirrel he flew towards a wooded area next to the
green. And as he passed over it, the squirrel dropped my ball."
"Did you swear then, my son?" asked the now impatient Priest.
"No, because as the ball fell it struck a tree, bounced through
some bushes, careened off a big rock, and then rolled through a
sand trap and on to the green and stopped dead six inches from
the hole!" told the man.
The priest sighed,
"You missed the putt, didn't you my child!!
Aussie Drivers
How to tell where a driver comes from:
One hand on wheel, one hand on horn: NEWCASTLE.
One hand on wheel, middle finger out window: ALBURY.
One hand on wheel, middle finger out window, cutting across all lanes of traffic, gun in lap: BRISBANE.
One hand on wheel, one hand on newspaper, foot solidly on Accelerator: CANBERRA.
One hand on wheel, one hand on nonfat double decaf cappuccino, cradling cell phone, brick on accelerator: MELBOURNE.
Both hands on wheel, eyes shut, both feet on brake, quivering in terror: ADELAIDE or PERTH, but driving in SYDNEY.
One hand on 12 oz. double shot latte, one knee on wheel, cradling Cell phone,foot on brake, mind on radio game, banging head on steering wheel while stuck in traffic: SYDNEY.
One hand on wheel, one hand on hunting rifle, alternating between both feet
being on the accelerator and both feet on brake, throwing a KFC box or
empty VB cans out the window: ALICE SPRINGS
Four-wheel drive pickup truck, shotgun mounted in rear window, Middle
finger out window, beer cans on floor, feral pigs hanging from pickup
truck: DARWIN
Two hands gripping wheel, blue hair barely visible above windshield,
driving 50 km per hour on the billion dollar Pacific Highway in the left
lane, with the left blinker on: GOLD COAST.
One hand on the wheel, the other on his sister: HOBART
Alzheimer's Test
Count the "F's" in the following text:
FINISHED FILES ARE THE RESULT OF YEARS OF SCIENTIFIC STUDY COMBINED WITH THE EXPERIENCE OF YEARS...(see below)
Managed it? Scroll down only after you have counted them, okay?
How many did you get?
How many?
3?
Wrong, there are 6!! --No joke.
Read it again.
The reasoning is explained further down.
The brain cannot process "OF". Incredible or what? Go back and look again!! Anyone who counts all 6 "F's" on the first go is a genius. Three is normal, four is quite rare.
Ralph and Edna were both patients in a mental hospital.
One day while they were walking past the hospital swimming pool,
Ralph suddenly jumped into the deep end.
He sank to the bottom of the pool and stayed there.
Edna promptly jumped in to save him.
She swam to the bottom and pulled Ralph out.
When the Head Nurse Director became aware of Edna's heroic act
she immediately ordered her to be discharged from the hospital,
as she now considered her to be mentally stable.
When she went to tell Edna the news she said,
"Edna, I have good news and bad news.
The good news is you're being discharged;
since you were able to rationally respond to a crisis
by jumping in and saving the life of another patient,
I have concluded that your act displays sound mindedness.
The bad news is, Ralph, the patient you saved,
hung himself right after you saved him
with his bathrobe belt in the bathroom.
I am so sorry, but he's dead.
Edna replied…
"He didn't hang himself..........
I put him there and hung him up to dry.
How soon can I go home?"
Put this one in "Favourite's" in your cook-book!!!
Perfect Baked Stuffed Chicken Recipe
When I found this recipe, I thought it was perfect for people, like me,who just are not sure how to tell when poultry is thoroughly cooked, but not dried out. Give this a try.
BAKED STUFFED CHICKEN
6-7 lb. chicken
1 cup melted butter
1 cup stuffing
1 cup uncooked popcorn
salt/pepper to taste
Preheat oven to 350 degrees.Brush chicken well with melted butter, salt, and pepper. Fill cavity with stuffing and popcorn. Place in baking pan with the neck end toward the back of the oven. Listen for the popping sounds. When the chicken's arse blows the oven door open and the chicken flies across the room, it is done. And, you thought I couldn't cook........
Working people frequently ask retired people what they do to make their days
interesting. Thought you might like to see what happened to me last week.
I went to the store the other day. I was only in there for about 5 minutes.
When I came out there was a city cop writing out a parking ticket. I went up
to him and said, "Come on, buddy, how about giving a senior a break? He
ignored me and continued writing the ticket. I called him a Nazi. He glared
at me and started writing another ticket for having worn tires. So I called
him a horse's ass. He finished the second ticket and put it on the
windshield with the first. Then he started writing a third ticket. This went
on for about 20 minutes.. the more I abused him, the more tickets he wrote.
I didn't give a darn. My car was parked around the corner.
I try to have a little fun each day. It's important at my age.
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
ALL COMMENTS ON MY BLOGG ARE MY OWN THOUGHTS AND ARE SAID WITHOUT PREJUDICE
The speach thing went well today. Very happy with what the result of the assement was. Don't have to go back there for another 2 months, but we still have a bit of the way to go. Angel is getting better with his words all the time. I guess sitting down with him for 1 hour each day doing stuff really does pay off.
My gripe for the day. - People putting others in a box. The one person I did not expect to do this has. Nearly time for vinger into the wonds. Nothing like kicking someone when they are trying to get back on their feet. It really pisses me off when someone feels they have the right to place me in the same box as others.
How is it that people can judge another like this. Hell I could say all men are sick bastards that use sex as a power trip and all screw around. Men are all arseholes. But I know they are not. I know there are nice ones out there. And there are some real arseholes out there. Just the degrees vary.
well time for doing some more work. A womans work is never done
ttfn
ALL COMMENTS ON MY BLOGG ARE MY OWN THOUGHTS AND ARE SAID WITHOUT PREJUDICE
I am looking foward to Friday already. The closest day that body might have a chance to sit and relax and get over this dam cold. Busy week this week. So don't think I am ignoring anyone or "putting distance" between anyone.
My schedual for this week:
Monday - work
Tuesday - speach therepy
Wednesday - work
Thurday - Photo day, shopping day and bill payday
Then add in all the other bits that I do. Sometimes it would be nice for someone to help out with the loads but at the end of the day if you want something done quiker to do it yourself.
At least my knitting is paying off. So far got 2 bottles of burbon, 1 tin of black paint that i wanted, an opal that will look super set in a ring or necklace, and almost $300. At least the cash comes in handy. Helps to pay a bill and keep my arse outta court.
So depression hits 1 in 5 people. Well no surprises there. How many mother's suffer post natal depression. Hell I did. So that makes me a static. But I had suffered depressing a long time before that. And sometimes I still do. But I don't have the time to sit down and figure out what chemicals make me "happy" and deal with the side effects. I know evenby reading pass blogg entries when I have hit it. And then I know I have to change things to pull myself outta it. Found out what is causing it and break free. I hit a low point a while ago but that was a reactive depression not the other one. But to over come it all I keep myslef busy even to the point I will "burn out" so to speak. It is the way I deal with things. Some people don't like it but sometimes I have to be selfish and think of myself and Angel and not others. I know what ever mood I am in effects Angel. So I need to make sure that I am sorta sane for his sake.
Well time for book time, get ready and fly with the wind
I am not ignoring anyone or putting distance, just busy. But if you think that I am ignoring you or "putting distanace" that is your issue not mine. Maybe you have a guilty consious about something that I have not srung you on and that is why you have these feelings. Build a bridge and get over it. I have
ttfn
xxoo
Friday, September 10, 2004
lol
He was winning ..until the crowd started chanting his name!
Cake with a difference
Cake with a difference
Cake with a difference
Cake with a difference
Cake with a difference
Thursday, September 09, 2004
ALL COMMENTS ON MY BLOGG ARE MY OWN THOUGHTS AND ARE SAID WITHOUT PREJUDICE
What a week. Glad it is finished for me now. Been interesting and funny sort of week.
Stayed home Monday cause I felt like crap. Did the scary thing of weighing myself and I have lost 10 kilos in 2 months. Probably becuase I have been sick alot of late. Or maybe the dramtic loss is making me sick. Dunno. What ever the deal is there I have to go and buy some new cloths cause most of my cloths are now too big.
You know when you speak to people and they are full heartly trying to tell you the truth and you just know it is all bs but you smile and just think it. Yesterday was one of them. I bumped into someone yesterday who I had not seen in ages and the verbal crap still keeps flowing. Was glad that the bus came so I had some chance of not laughing in person's face. Only cause I knew everything that this person was saying was bullshit.
Worked extra yesterday. Had a bit of a chat to the Boss. There are some "interesting" things happening. Some things that are just not adding up. And a bit of tension there. Well should confuse some people next week since my days are changing. lol
Apart from the usual stuff that I am doing around the place nothing too exciting around here. I have nearly finished a birthday pressy. It will be a few days late, but it will get there.
My sister went to clarivoint and I am surpossed to be meeting the man of my dreams really soon. He is apparetnly going to make me so happy that I will do the marriage thing. Ooohhh scary.
Angel has been great. He is taking his little man role to the full. He wants to help me doing everything. Cleaning, dishes, shopping, hailing the buss, putting ticket in the machine, washing, knitting, turning things on and off, helping taking my shoes off and putting them on and even getting dressed. His speach is comming along well. He is doing so well. He has not fallen out of bed wich is good. But I still keep the mattarase on the floor just in case. Don't need him walking around with a black eye and people thinking that I beat him.
Nearly got all the money together for my puter. When I am not paying for everyone else's laybys will be easier. Paid off my sister's during the week and paid more off another. Eventually I will have some money to buy the one thing I want. grrrr. Boss got it in for me but I don't have the money to pay for it just as yet. Oh well the two extra shifts will pay off most of the final layby that is left.
Well time to do a few things, make a few calls, do the usual Thursday stuff.
ttfn
xxoo
Monday, September 06, 2004
ALL COMMENTS ON MY BLOGG ARE MY OWN THOUGHTS AND ARE SAID WITHOUT PREJUDICE
Yesterday was great. A few hung up phone calls but I only know that cause the net was disconnected but nothing else to worry about. So am I happy about that. But I was prepared for if he did rock up. No-one upsets or hurts my son and gets away with it.
Was a nice relaxing evening with my family. Mum came back from holidays and we all had dinner here. Then finished the day off with some nice chatter on line. Couldn't ask for a nicer day.
On-line life is a funny little thing. You can come across many types of people. At least with the ones that annoy you you can hit ignore. But I have made some excellent friends online. Most of these people I will trust more then people I know off line. It has been my on line buddies that have helped me over difficult times more than my off line buddies. It is really sad when life ends up like that.
But with life changing having supportive people around makes things a lot easier. I will admit I have gone back into more of an online life more than offline as my offline life ended up being a mess. It is nice when people condem you when they don't know the full story. And a what lengths they will go to to do so. Very sad when a person claims to be you "friend" and does sneaky little things and hope that you will not find out. If some people only knew the truth about some things they may stop and think twice before they go making phone calls or emails. But unlike these people I will not sink to their level. I know I can very easily. But I have more class than that.
How is it that class is decided on money factor. Not in my book. class is all about how you relate and treat others. There are some people that I have known and they have had a lot of money, but they have no idea about how to treat people. And others that don't have two cents to rub together are lovely people and would do anything for you. It also swings the other way too.
Being lower class or feral has nothing to do with where you dine, where you like to have fun, what you like to drink etc. It is all about how you can treat a person.
ttfn
xxoo
Sunday, September 05, 2004
Smiling is infectious,
You catch it like the flu.
When someone smiled at me today,
I started smiling too.
I passed around the corner,
and someone saw my grin.
When he smiled I realized,
I'd passed it on to him.
I thought about that smile,
then I realized its worth.
A single smile just like mine,
could travel the earth.
So, if you feel a smile begin,
don't leave it undetected.
Let's start an epidemic quick,
and get the world infected!
Jack took a long look at his speedometer
before slowing down: 73 in a 55 zone.
Fourth time in as many months.
How could a guy get caught so often?
When his car had slowed to 10 miles an hour,
Jack pulled over, but only partially.
Let the cop worry about the potential traffic hazard.
Maybe some other car will tweak his backside with a mirror.
The cop was stepping out of his car, the big pad in hand.
Bob? Bob from Church?
Jack sunk farther into his trench coat.
This was worse than the coming ticket.
A Christian cop catching a guy from his own church.
A guy who happened to be a little eager to get home
after a long day at the office.
A guy he was about to play golf with tomorrow.
Jumping out of the car, he approached a man he saw
every Sunday, a man he'd never seen in uniform.
"Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like this."
"Hello, Jack." No smile.
"Guess you caught me red-handed
in a rush to see my wife and kids."
"Yeah, I guess."
Bob seemed uncertain. Good.
"I've seen some long days at the office lately.
I'm afraid I bent the rules a bit-just this once."
Jack toed at a pebble on the pavement.
"Diane said something about roast beef and potatoes tonight.
Know what I mean?"
"I know what you mean.
I also know that you have a reputation in our precinct."
Ouch. This was not going in the right direction.
Time to change tactics.
"What'd you clock me at?"
"Seventy. Would you sit back in your car please?"
"Now wait a minute here, Bob.
I checked as soon as I saw you. I was barely nudging 65."
The lie seemed to come easier with every ticket.
"Please, Jack, in the car."
Flustered, Jack hunched himself through the still-open door.
Slamming it shut, he stared at the dash board.
He was in no rush to open the window.
The minutes ticked by. Bob scribbled away on the pad.
Why hadn't he asked for a driver's license?
Whatever the reason, it would be a month of Sundays
before Jack ever sat near this cop again.
A tap on the door jerked his head to the left.
There was Bob, a folded paper in hand.
Jack rolled down the window a mere two inches,
just enough room for Bob to pass him the slip.
"Thanks." Jack could not quite keep the sneer out of his voice.
Bob returned to his police car without a word.
Jack watched his retreat in the mirror.
Jack unfolded the sheet of paper.
How much was this one going to cost?
Wait a minute. What was this? Some kind of joke?
Certainly not a ticket.
Jack began to read:
Dear Jack,
Once upon a time I had a daughter.
She was six when killed by a car.
You guessed it - a speeding driver.
A fine and three months in jail,
and the man was free.
Free to hug his daughters.
All three of them.
I only had one,
and I'm going to have to wait until Heaven
before I can ever hug her again.
A thousand times
I've tried to forgive that man.
A thousand times I thought I had.
Maybe I did, but I need to do it again.
Even now. Pray for me.
And be careful.
My son is all I have left.
Bob
Jack turned around in time to see
Bob's car pull away and head down the road.
Jack watched until it disappeared.
A full 15 minutes later,
he too, pulled away and drove slowly home,
praying for forgiveness and hugging a
surprised wife and kids when he arrived.
Life is precious. Handle with care.
Drive safely and carefully.
Remember, cars are not the only thing recalled by their maker.
Two elderly women were eating breakfast in a restaurant one morning.
Ethel noticed something funny about Mabel's ear and she said, "Mabel,
did you know you've got a suppository in your left ear?"
Mabel answered, "I have a suppository?" She pulled it out and stared
at it. Then she said, "Ethel, I'm glad you saw this thing. Now I think
I know where my hearing aid is."
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When the husband finally died his wife put the usual death notice in
the paper, but added that he died of gonorrhoea. No sooner were the
papers delivered than a friend of the family phoned and complained
bitterly, "You know very well that he died of diarrhoea, not
gonorrhoea."
Replied the widow, "I nursed him night and day so of course I know
he died of diarrhoea, but I thought it would be better for posterity
to remember him as a great lover rather than the big shit he always was."
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An elderly couple were on a cruise and it was really stormy. They were
standing on the back of the boat watching the moon, when a wave came
up and washed the old woman overboard. They searched for days and
couldn't find her, so the captain sent the old man back to shore with
the promise that he would notify him as soon as they found something.
Three weeks went by and finally the old man got a fax from the boat.
It read: "Sir, sorry to inform you, we found your wife dead at the
bottom of the ocean. We hauled her up to the deck and attached to her
butt was an oyster and in it was a pearl worth $50,000. Please
advise."
The old man faxed back: "Send me the pearl and re-bait the trap."
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A funeral service is being held for a woman who has just passed away.
At the end of the service, the pallbearers are carrying the casket out
when they accidentally bump into a wall, jarring the casket.
They hear a faint moan. They open the casket and find that the woman
is actually alive! She lives for ten more years, and then dies.
Once again, a ceremony is held, and at the end of it, the
pallbearers are again carrying out the casket. As they carry the
casket towards the door, the husband cries out:
"Watch that wall!"
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When I went to lunch today, I noticed an old man sitting on a park
bench sobbing his eyes out. I stopped and asked him what was wrong. He
said, "I have a 22 year old wife at home. She makes love to me every
morning and then gets up and makes me pancakes, sausage, fresh fruit
and freshly ground coffee."
I said, "Well, then why are you crying?"
He said, "She makes me homemade soup for lunch and my favourite
brownies and then makes love to me for half the afternoon."
I said, "Well, why are you crying?"
He said, "For dinner she makes me a gourmet meal with wine and my
favourite dessert and then makes love to me until 2:00 a.m."
I said, "Well, why in the world would you be crying?"
He said, "I can't remember where I live!"
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Two elderly ladies had been friends for many decades. Over the years
they had shared all kinds of activities and adventures. Lately, their
activities had been limited to meeting a few times a week to play cards.
One day they were playing cards when one looked at the other and
said, "Now don't get mad at me.... I know we've been friends for a
long time...but I just can't think of your name! I've thought and
thought, but I can't remember it. Please tell me what your name is."
Her friend glared at her. For at least three minutes she just stared
and glared at her. Finally she said,
"How soon do you need to know?"
Dear Colleagues:
It has been brought to management's attention that some individuals throughout the company have been using foul language during the course of normal conversation with their coworkers. Due to complaints received from some employees, who may be easily offended, this type of language will no longer be tolerated. We do however, realise the critical importance of being able to accurately express your feelings when communicating with coworkers. Therefore, a list of "TRY SAYING" new phrases has been provided so that proper exchange of ideas and information can continue in an
effective manner;
1) TRY SAYING:
I think you could use more training.
INSTEAD OF:
You don't know what the f*** you're doing.
2) TRY SAYING:
She's an aggressive go-getter.
INSTEAD OF:
She's a ball-busting bitch.
3) TRY SAYING:
Perhaps I can work late.
INSTEAD OF:
And when the f*** do you expect me to do this?
4) TRY SAYING:
I'm certain that isn't feasible.
INSTEAD OF:
No f***ing way.
5) TRY SAYING:
Really?
INSTEAD OF:
You've got to be s**ting me!
6) TRY SAYING:
Perhaps you should check with...
INSTEAD OF:
Tell someone who gives a s**t.
7) TRY SAYING:
I wasn't involved in the project.
INSTEAD OF:
It's not my f***ing problem.
8) TRY SAYING:
That's interesting.
INSTEAD OF:
What the f***?
9) TRY SAYING:
I'm not sure this can be implemented.
INSTEAD OF:
This s**t won't work.
10) TRY SAYING:
He's not familiar with the issues.
INSTEAD OF:
He's got his head up his a***.
11) TRY SAYING:
Excuse me, sir?
INSTEAD OF:
Eat s**t and die.
12) TRY SAYING:
So you weren't happy with it?
INSTEAD OF:
Kiss my a***.
13) TRY SAYING:
I'm a bit overloaded at the moment.
INSTEAD OF:
F*** it, I'm on salary.
14) TRY SAYING:
I don't think you understand.
INSTEAD OF:
Shove it up your a***.
15) TRY SAYING:
He's somewhat insensitive.
INSTEAD OF:
He's a prick.
Thank You,
Human Resources
An amazing close up of a Sea Horse
Carnation milk - little old lady from North Carolina had worked in and around her
family dairy farms since she was old enough to walk, with hours of
hard
work and little compensation... and when canned
Carnation Milk became available in grocery stores, she read an
advertisement offering $5,000 for the best slogan/rhyme beginning
with "Carnation Milk is best of all...." and she said, I know all
about
milk and dairy farms... I can do this!
She sent in her entry, and about a week later, a black limo drove
up in
front of her house... a man got out and said, "Carnation LOVED your
entry so m uch, we are here to award you $1000, even though we will
not
be able to use it...."
Here is her entry:
Carnation milk,best milk in the land
Comes to you in a little red can
Carnation milk is best of all,
no tits to pull, no hay to haul
no buckets to wash, no shit to pitch,
just poke a hole in the son-of-a-bitch!
if women ruled the world
if women ruled the world
if women ruled the world
if women ruled the world
if women ruled the world
if women ruled the world
Quit complaining about your job
Quit complaining about your job
Quit complaining about your job
Quit complaining about your job
Quit complaining about your job
Saturday, September 04, 2004
I am relativly happy. For the first time in 2 weeks no pain killers. And I am still able to move. Yeppie.
So tomorrow is Father's Day. Should be interesting around here. I have had a few hung up phone calls tonight so lets see if the prick has the balls to knock on the door. If he does I will break his nose again. Done it once and I can do it again no worries. I don't give a shit what any court order says. They can drag me away but the prick is not seeing my kid and thats that.
At least this time if he pulls his crap I will not be dealing with other crap to. Not listening to lies and general bull shit. We are hopefully going to have a nice and relaxing day in the sun.
Well just about finished my "nesting" period. A friend of mine called it that cause I have been cleaning out big time and moving things around. Been cleaning out cuboards, draws, everything. Been throwing things out from the very basics of underware and photos to bigger stuff like furniture. Even to the point of cleaning out numbers from phone books and email addys and emails. Still working on the email thingy. Got some jokes to put up at a later date. It has felt good throwing things out. Out with the old and set for new life. Any "friends" that we have both agreed the friendship is past its expiry date, gone, anything and everything that is old that is no longer needed is going.
Finally having some room in my house to do things. It is a good feeling. Sold my old puter monitor for $15 just to get rid of it. Was in perfect working order, but just wanted it gone. Finding other things around here that is going one wy or another. Hard rubbish, pawn shop, ebay I don't care it is just going. The stuff I am selling is helping me save up for puter and new lawn mower. And soon a new washing machine. Just a huge clean out of stuff.
well time to clean out what ever is floating around in my head (not much as per usual)
ttfn
xxoo
Friday, September 03, 2004
Not sure if it is just me or is it bloody freezing tonight. I went to bed fully clothed and a dohna and 3 extra blankets and I am still freezing. My body aches that much that I have been awake for several hours and can barley move. Muscle strins my arse. That is what the quack reckons. Oh well I guess the best part of all of this is that I am loosing weight again since I have not been able to eat a proper meal in almost two weeks.
I feel horrid in the fact that I can not do things with Angel at the moment. Like pick him up and stuff. And just doing basic stuff like hanging out washing and shopping just about brings me to tears.
Well seems noone is on line from the hours of 2 am to 4 am. 3 msn accounts, 2 icq's and serveral chat rooms and no-one around. Guess most people are doing the sain theing of sleeping. lol. At least channel 2 still has the movies on at that time of morning.
Well seems like second dose of valium for the night has kicked in so might try some sleepies.
ttfn
xxoo
Thursday, September 02, 2004
What a week. Glad it is nearly done. Apart from having pain killers for breakfast and lunch and then valium for dinner to get over the aches and pains and function it has been a good week.
Keeping busy is the way I am liking things these days. Worked extra day since one person went home sick. Something that I had ordered for someone's birthday finally arrived on Monday. I ordered it a while ago. So very happy about that.
Other than that when I am not buzzing around from the valium just taking it semi easy.
I got my "Father's Day" pressy on Tuesday. It is good that the day care center are sensitative enough to relise that not always is both parents around. For Angel they did a "to someone speacial" thing instead of father's day thing.
We used to only celbrate father's day with my Pa. I still miss him heaps. He wasn't one of your typical Pa's. He was fun. At 16- 17 he decided I needed the birds and the bees talk. I kindly filled him in on the bits he missed. Then I had to go to bed at 5.30pm according to him. He was good and he was extremely protective of us. Whne he passed away and we had to clean out his house he still had toys from when I was 4 - 5 years old. My sister and I were the only grand kids that he saw on a regular basis. He saw my Aunty's kids a few times, he never saw Brian's kids. With Brian we don't like to mention that he is a relative cause he is a cruel prick. The sooner he dies the better. Will be more oxygen for us then him wasting it.
The resons I hate (as much as that is a very strong word) him is that I have no respect for a man that can beat his first child to death. He put his second child up for adoption and told everyone that this child died of luckuma to get the sympothy trip. He also ran around telling everyone that my Pa killed my Nanna and beat her up. All bullshit. So as you can understand we have nothing to do with him at all. We remove him as far back as possible linking him to us.
Hopefully he will die when the other two people that waste oxygen will die too. Mum played her clarviont tape to me and my father and step father are ment to be dead in the next 12 months. I hope it is slow and painful for them both. They deserve nothing less. Fuck this quick death thing. Make them suffer. Knowing what I know of my father it will be kidney and liver malfunction from all the boozing he does. And my step father, well depends on what std he has caught from his swingers parties. Hopefully one of them will kill the fucker. Yes I hate these two as well with a passion.
It is sad when you look to your parents for guidenss and protection and they just fuck things up for you. Was I ment to believe that all men drink them selves silly, watch pornos, beat and rape the ones they love and think that was normal. This is what my father would have taught me if we were still around.
As for my step father was I ment to believe you can have sex with anyone, no matter of age, whether they were coupled, and with no protection at all. And while doing all this sponge off the person you are ment to love so they can support everything that you do. And while they were at work supporting your arse, screw what ever walked in the mean time and say you were doing something else.
My Pa was my father figure. He taught me alot about people and stuff. Listening to him talk about Nan that was the kind of love that I have been looking for. Even though my Nan had died 25 years before him, he never hooked up with anyone else. NEVER. Not a one nighter, not a kiss nothing. His last words when he died was "now I will be with the woman I love". You don't hear of stuff like that anymore. The only bit of violence that was in the home was when my nanna hit pa with a pair of rolled up socks. They had a love so special. On a saturday night when all the kids went to bed they would turn the radio on and dance in the lounge room together. They didn't have a lot of money but they still made the best of things. It was sweet.
I hope that one day I will find something similar to that. Just a hint of it would be nice.
But these days with casual sex, fuck everyone and everything thing and if relationship is rocky just bail times. I know I am going to have a hard time finding it. But I will eventually.
well enough of my stuff for today. Time to do some more things. Pain killers have kicked in so now I can move for the day. lol
ttfn
xxoo
