Stop and smell the roses!
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Question: What is the truest definition of Globalisation?
Answer: Princess Diana's death.
Question: How come?
Answer: An English princess with an Egyptian boyfriend crashes in a French tunnel, driving a German car with a Dutch engine, driven by a Belgian who was drunk on Scottish whisky, (check the bottle before you change the spelling) followed closely by Italian Paparazzi, on Japanese motorcycles; treated by an American doctor, using Brazilian medicines.
This is sent to you by an Australian, using Bill Gates'sAmerican technology , and you're probably reading this on your computer, that uses Taiwanese chips, and a Korean monitor, assembled by Bangladeshi workers in a Singapore plant, transported by Indian lorry-drivers, hijacked by Indonesians, unloaded by Maori wharfies, and trucked to you by Vietnamese illegals..... unpackedby Fijians with expired visas
That, my friends, is Globalisation!!
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A woman was walking down the street when she was approached by
a man. The man said, " I want to have SEX with you right now!
I'll drop 500 dollars on the ground at your feet and in the time it takes
for you to
pick it up I will screw you from behind and be on my way!"
The woman thought it over and told the man to wait a minute. She called her
girlfriend on her cell phone and told her about the man's proposition.
Her girlfriend said " When he drops the $500 on the ground I'm sure you can
pick it up and run when he gets his pants down. Call me back and tell me
what happened."
An hour and a half later the lady called her girlfriend back.
"What happened?" the girlfriend asked. The lady said " That Son-Of-A-Bitch
had $500 in 20 cent
pieces
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The Sisters of St. Francis House of Prostitution
A man is driving in an unfamiliar area when he comes upon this sign:
SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS
HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION
10 MILES
He thinks it was a figment of his imagination and drives on without a second
thought......Soon he sees another sign, which says:
SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS
HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION
5 MILES
Suddenly, he begins to realize that these signs are for real....Then he
drives past a third sign saying:
SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS
HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION
NEXT RIGHT
His curiosity gets the best of him and he pulls into the drive....On the
side of the parking lot is a stone building with a small sign next to the
door reading:
SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS
He climbs the steps and rings the bell.... The door is answered by nun in a
long black habit who asks, "What may we do for you, my son?"....He answers,
"I saw your signs along the highway, and was interested in possibly doing
business."....
"Very well my son. Please follow me." He is led through many winding
passages and is soon quite
disoriented....The nun stops at a closed door and tells the man, Please
knock on this door".............
He does as he is told and another nun in a long habit, holding a tin cup
answers the door.....This nun instructs, "Please place $100 in the cup then
go through the large wooden door at the end of
this hallway".......
He gets $100 out of his wallet and places it in the second nun's cup..... He
trots eagerly down the hall and slips through the door, pulling it shut
behind him........
As the door locks behind him, he finds himself back in the parking lot,
facing another small sign:
GO IN PEACE.
YOU HAVE JUST BEEN SCREWED
BY THE SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS.
SERVES YOU RIGHT,
YOU SINNER.
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I am hating the fact that I had some excellent news on Friday and I have to keep very quiet about it. Family and close friends know but I have to be extremely careful on who I tell as this will throw the balance of life. Bugger Bugger Bugger.
Oh well enough of that here are some jokes.
ABC Sydney Radio held a competition to finish the sentence "It's so dry in Sydney............."
It's so dry in Sydney that:
HIH Insurance has come out of liquidation.
Gough is no longer alone as he strolls across the harbour.
If the England cricket team wasn't touring we'd never see ducks.
The Red Cross has launched a wet blanket appeal.
We're actually drinking the new Vanilla Coke
You're only permitted to eat watermelon between 8pm and 8am.
The Government has introduced a water pistol buyback scheme.
Thieves are siphoning off radiators instead of petrol tanks.
I'm encouraging the kids to wee in the pool.
The Bulldogs have tendered to build an Oasis in every Local Government Area.
Jesus has turned the wine into water
We are having to hand feed the rocking horse.
Philip Ruddock says that when the boat people threw their children overboard it was so they could walk to Australia.
Everyone is now an expert - because you can't find anyone who is wet behind the ears.
All the bottom of the harbour tax schemes are re-surfacing.
I saw two trees fighting over a dog.
All the Baptists have become Anglicans.
When my daughter feinted it took three buckets of sand to bring her around.
I've sent my indoor plants out on agistment.
All the dogs are marking their territory with chalk.
Some of the 4WDs in Double Bay have actually got dust on them.
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Thankfully this weather has settled a bit. I might be able to get more than 3 hours sleep. Although I did have a secret little wish that something would happen to my house so that I could move.
My neighbour has been spending 4 years putting up a shed. He has 2 sides up and the roof is staying in place with 2 planks of wood on it. Not screwed down or anything. I kept hoping that the sheets would come off and do some damage to may house. Evil thoughts.
Every weekend I do the sweep of Angel's ceiling. No I am not nuts. I get the broom and sweep off all the pealing paint off the ceiling in his room. It was only painted about 6 months ago. I am getting my power drops again. And my back door secruity is a large pain tin filled with water. Only thing that kept the door closed during the heavy winds.
Next week got a Centerlink meeting to go to. Bit of crap but maybe it will help me get a better job. Part of Howards thing of getting single mum's back to full time work. Don't turn up and then they cut your payments.
Went and saw Quidum last Friday night. That was good. Although the TV ones I thought were better. It dragged on it some parts. Had a little trouble sometimes trying to figure out if some of the females where actually female. Looked a bit too male. Got given the tickets. The tickets are $109 on Friday, Saturday and Sundays and $99 the rest of the week. The VIP tickets are $220. It was nice to go out. Haden't been out since January.
Think I have a very sheltered life after what I have heard this week. A co-worker has become a shaperon for a bondage group. He told me how he watched some guy have 2 egg plants shoved up has arse and a catherder on his dick to pee while he was getting whipped. Did not put good images in the head. All I could think was ouch.
Another person that I chat to on a regular basis told me how her ex was beaten up by a female. Broken jaw, depressed fractors in his face and stitches. I spoke with the guy and he was saying while he was laying on the floor unconsouse she was kicking into him. All because he said that she could not stay at his house as he did not know her. There are some freaky people out there. I live a very sheltered life.
Well going to attempt to get some sleep without doing damage to myself in my sleep. Not sure what is going on with that. But I wake in the mornings with scratches in odd places. Good thing no males around. lol. Might wait till this "thing" finishes. Almost got a buddie to stay with me during December/January if something happens with my ex partner. Just feeling really unsettled about that. All a bit too quiet on that frount.
Well night night hopefully.
TTFN
xxoo
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Alot of things have happened since I last wrote.
My Angel is now 4, my sister and I are both on the single path of life again, changed phone numbers (both home and mobile) changed email addy, changed alot of stuffs. Only two more changes in life that I want to make and bam everything will be peachy.
It seems December and May are not good months for my love life. lol. This year in May I celebrated Mother's Day, Became single, celbrated my Angels birthday and then celebrated the best decision I made 3 years ago. May was a busy month.
Basically the so called 12 month honey moon period was cut short to 6 and all hell broke loose. I am still not sure extactly what made me snap. The 30 plus phone calls a day, the ringing me at work to check up on me, the constant accusation that I was having an affair or the threat that he was going to kill himself. Being the bitch that I am told him to go for it cause that was his choice and I was not going to be made to feel guilty over his choice. Then told him to fuck off. Yes those extact words. Not a big fan of maniplation and that was the worst that I have ever encountered. There is more that happened but leave that for another time. I find it very odd that he has been so quiet for 3 weeks. No calls/messages on my old mobile. Hence I think there is something brewing there. I am just waiting to see what happens in either August or December.
Some people think I am silly, but I listen to what my dreams have to say. And there was a dream that I had that was constant that was not nice at all. Very violent. I am not sure where it came from, but I stood up and took notice. All these things made me snap and tell him to fuck off. I don't need that sort of crap. For the first time ever I suffered my first panic attack. There was a situation that was similar to my dream. I felt ill and could not wait to get out of the place that I was. I got out of the place and was ill as soon as I got to another place.
Watching 4 Courners in the last few weeks have not been "happy" stories. Gay bashing, child molestors, granny rapers. Can they get any cherper. Although last nights story about child support reform was interesting. Not sure how it will help my battle with child support (or lack there of). CSA don't know where my ex is or what sort of income he is getting. He is not on Centerlink payments, but he also has not lodged any tax file numbers anywhere. The lady that is handling my case is very nice. As she said every one needs an income so he must be getting something from somewhere. I guess his debt will just keep adding up.
I did find watching the child molesters story hard to watch. My mum said that I should not watch it, but I did anyway. It did bring up some anger from my past and some for my cousin's daughter. How can these monsters be allowed to even breath let alone anything else. My monster is still living a normal life, been to the USA, has a house and family. Thankfully my couin's daughter's monster is paying the price now. She was only 4 years old and was introduced to anal sex. At least I didn't get that. But loosing my "innocence" before the age of 8 was not good either.
Speaking to my cousin it is good that they have changed the "court" stuff about that now. When we reported mine the cop said it was my word against his and that I would have to sit in the same room as him and relive the nightmare with him sitting there. Now they do it via video conferance for the kids. The kids don't have to be in the same room or even the same building. For obvoius reasons I did not go ahead with my report.
The only good thing that came out of my experience was that I am very protective of Angel and will make sure that he never has to live through the hell I did and sometimes still do.
In the report I wanted to slap the lady that stayed with her hubby that had molested kids. She even gave up her grandkids and her life to stay with a monster. God was not going to save him. Wanted to put my hand through the tv and knock some common sence into her.
The death of a friend brought mixed emotions. Sadness cause a great man has passedand anger cause of various stupid comments that were made. He was gone way too soon. He helped people, he was a great person. It became a regular thing that we chatted once a week about our kids and various other parent things and many other topics. Now there is an emptyness that is there every week. I did not go to his funeral for many reasons. The main one was that I wanted to remember him smiling and joking around, not sitting at a funeral and seeing him in a casket. I ended up working instead. A few people said that the only reason I did not want to go is because someone else was going. That was not the reason at all. I spoke to one person and she fully understood my reasoning. There were other comments that were made that made me angry and some people defenitly found out and regreted what they had said in a really big hurry.
That was the other thing that got to me about my my now ex partner. He was more obsessed with my past "flings" than I was. One in perticular. He could not understand why it is I was civil to this person and why I don't do more stuff to get at him. What is the point really?? Doesn't change the fact he owes me money and now he can not even bother speaking to me when I speak to him. He got what he wanted out of me and now no longer sees the need to speak to me. Shit happens. That is his choice, but I see no need making myself look like an idiot and scream rant and rave to get anything from him. He knows what I want from him and if he is honest he will do what is right. I think it is called being adult. Just moving on with life and let sleeping dogs lay. I am so sick of the crap that has come from this fall out. It is old and tiring. At the ned of the day there are two of us that know the truth about everything and that is the way it should stay. No-one else needs to place there opioins. Not friends, partners or family.
For now these days I am happy doing what I do. I do my crafty stuff in front of the tv, sometimes in bed, do my work and spend lots of time with Angel. Life is quiet, sometimes too quiet, but I like it that way. No-one hasseling me, telling what I should do, think, say or act, or attempting to change me in any way shape or form. I am who I am. People don't like it then they can bugger off for all I care.
Well nearly time for my show so night night to all.
TTFN
xxoo