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Check this out! I've been roaring with laughter reading this. It's long and labourious, but I could not for the life of me stop reading it wondering what on earth could possibly be next! PMSL
http://www.mil-millington.com/
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Next time you're wondering what on earth that abbreviation means in that sms message, here's a great site to look it up on... http://www.netlingo.com/emailsh.cfm
Posting this here for future reference so I don't lose it. LOL
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...and it takes too long to download them all to a blog, so I just stuck all my newbies into my photos section, cause it's a lot quicker and easier that way. There's 14 of them there that are all shiny and new, and professionally taken (yes, I did pay the horendous cost to get the negatives, the cd, and the copyright to them) if you want to go and have a look and think aaaawwwwww isn't that cute. LOL
Hey, my kids are cute!... and I'm totally bias of course. hehehe |
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Aidan came home the other day and begged me to check out a little motorbike he'd seen for sale. 
Dear Ron, what have you done to my son?! He's obcessed! 
Okay, so I went and checked it out. Thought it over for a while. Went back for a second look. Checked out how much money Aidan had saved. He's been saving for a motorbike for years. I eventually called the guy that owns it and cut a deal. I walked inside and said to Aidan, "Tell me that you love me". He looked at me quizzically and said, "I love you. ... now.... why?" "Because in a little while we're going to go and get your motorbike" "Oh okay." and he just calmly went back to building the little car he was making with his construction set. He either didn't believe me or he wasn't listening properly. LOL
A bit later he asked if he could go to his friend's place to play. I said no. He was stunned. I never say no to that! Well, that's because he always asks at appropriate times! LOL This time he had to stick around because we had to go get the bike. "What bike?" "You're motorbike?" "What motorbike?" "The little Honda QR that you're going to buy with the money you've been saving for a motorbike, we're getting it in about 15 minutes." Stunned silence for a long moment... "We're buying the motorbike?"  "No, you are, with the money you've been saving." "WHAT!!!?" 
I thought he was going to explode with excitement. We went and picked it up, he pushed it all the way home by himself, not daring to let go of it or complain that it was heavy. LOL It was only a block away, and he's now on the phone to Ron, and Mony, and her kids (she's at Ron's place at the moment) telling them all about it.
We're getting his helmet tomorrow. Now he just has to start saving for his next one, which will no doubt be bigger, faster, more powerful, have gears, and be a lot more expensive. But for now he's happy, and if he doesn't kill the bike and it doesn't kill him, Danny will eventually grow big enough to ride it too.
Now I have to start saving for my own bike. (sigh)
 
 
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I have enough problems with anxiety as it is without having to risk putting myself in certain types of potential situations. I don't need to be in a situation where guys have had too much to drink at the pub and then think that every woman there that isn't latched to the arm of their partner is looking for a "bit of action". OMG those sad saps!!! It's pathetic. Of course, alcohol lowers inhibitions, so what they wouldn't normally do they have less issue with, and they also have a reduced capacity to comprehend things going on around them as well. So the result is, I go out, because I'm not obviously hanging off the arm of some other guy, I am evidently fair game, these drunken idiots hit on me and can't comprehend that I'm serious when I tell them to fk off. It's almost like they think they heard me say fk me!!! Either that or they think my name is Off....?
Over the years, for every pick up line I've learned a put down to match it. My all time favourite is, "Can I buy you a drink?" - Yes, on one condition: that you fk off and leave me alone! Of course not every guy is like that, some are just trying to be sociable, but I can read body language really well, and there's a distinct difference between a friendly curious expression and one of lusty desperation.
I haven't been out for quite a while except to go to parties where I know pretty much everyone that's going to be there. The reason is because I'm sick of it. I'm sick of being pinched on the arse. I'm sick of guys pushing past me to get to the bar and trying to cop a feel of something that no part of their anatomy should be anywhere near. I'm sick of sleezy and pathetic pick up lines. I'm sick of drunken idiots that can't take no for an answer. I'm also sick of having to explain to the police that my physical assault on them was in self-defence to their attempted sexual assault on me!!!
Last time I went out I had some drunken freak actually try to physically grab and kiss me! FFS! It's not like I dress provocatively when I'm out like that - unless my partner is indeed with me, and I sure as hell don't flirt. So I've sat at home and just refused to go out anywhere at any time I might have to put up with anything like that happening.
But I've realised I don't have to sit at home by myself all the time. All I need is a big tall scary-looking chaperon. Hmm. Now I just have to find one. |
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Thank you to everyone for the congradulatory comments, and the posts in my lounge, and minti mails, etc; about winning the promotional email letter thingy for the m$20,000 competition.
I only wrote it because Clay begged for help and I had nothing better to do, and helping when I can with what I can is what I do. I said right from the start that I don't want the mulah, that's not why I was doing it, but Clay had to give it to me anyway.
What to do with that much mulah? Yes I could probably give 133 members a gift each with it, but I said to Clay to donate it to charity or the like, that is exactly what I'm going to do with it. Transfer it to cash and donate it to a charitable organisation.
I'm going to go all out and give everyone else here a chance to contribute to that donation as well. I'll be adding extra of my mulah to it as well. If you want to donate some mulah to add to it, just gift voucher it to me and I'll add it to the collection. If you don't have much mulah and you want to contribute you can always try to earn or buy some. If anyone wants to contribute but hasn't got mulah and hasn't got paypal but does have cash, minti mail me and we can work something out via regular bank accounts or something.
I'll arrange the transfer to be done on 30th May (Friday), so make sure all mulah donations are sent to me by midnight your time on 28th May (Wednesday), that way it'll all definately be in regardless of time zones when I do the transfer.
Now I guess you're all wondering what charity I'm going to be donating it all to. It'll all be going to the Australian arm of BACA (Bikers Against Child Abuse). They are relatively new in Australia and already have chapters operational in NSW, SA, WA, ACT, and VIC. I know of one member of Minti who has already been helped with referrals and advice from one of the NSW Chapters.
For those who have never heard of BACA, this is their introductory video (have a box of tissues handy as you may need it, I did):
Please be generous. |
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Aidan wanted to get Danny a pram toy, so ok, sweet thing he is, I let him buy Danny a pram toy even though he was using my money to do it. LOL
Now I want to kill that toy!!!
It's a cute little thing that clips very easily onto the pram's hood and hangs down. It's brightly coloured, soft and safe. When you pull it down it buzzes and vibrates and goes back up again, and it makes cute little bird whistle noises... at random... every few hours... 24 hours a day!!! All last night as I sat here quietly in the dark, roaming around minti as usual, it would go off now and then at random and I'd be pulling my fingernails out of the gyprock on the ceiling.
And it's still doing it. And there is no way of turning it off now that it is on.
AAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I guess I should be grateful it's not too loud, it's not a really horrible sound, and is just a random thing that happens every few hours rather than every few minutes. But still, gees! What sadistic mongrel came up with that idea!? |
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He was just starting to figure out how to roll over, but he's given up on that. Now he's moving himself around the floor by bringing his legs up, sticking his feet on the floor near his bum and pushing iwth his legs. Doing this he's able to slide his body headward to wherever he wants to go, and has even figured out that if he only uses one leg he can turn himself around to go in any direction he wants. He uses this method to shuffle himself all over the loungeroom floor, but has no interest at all anymore in rolling over. Strange child. |
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I've been alone at home, but for my sleeping children, every night for weeks on end. Now I've been alone on Minti for the past half hour. Where is everyone? Did I fart or something?
I'm also terribly bored. If I was any more bored I'd go an kill myself just for something to do. I'm kidding, I wouldn't really do that! Though the thought has obviously crossed my mind or I wouldn't have said it. You have to think it to say it right? Or maybe I'm just weird. Maybe I'm not really here. Maybe I can't die. Maybe I'm just a computer glitch on minti, and unless the techies remove me, I'll forever roam this site at random. Please techies, don't remove me. I barely feel like I exist as it is. If you remove me I will cease to exist on minti and then where will I be? I'm sure as hell not going to hang out on facebook or myspace again. Those sites frighten me. Minti is nice and safe and purplish green...
...and I think I need to get off the computer and take a ten minute break.
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He forced himself up and out of the house and got a bit of retail therapy. $2k+ and a big entertainment system later and my honey has got something to amuse himself with while he's recovering from shoulder surgery. Good for him! He goes under the knife on Tuesday, has a 12 week recovery period where he can't do anything or go anywhere, and I'm not going to be able to go there because he's got a mate staying there atm, so there's a lack of beds. It'll be a minimum of 3 more months before we get to see each other again, probably longer, but oh well what can do? It's either wait or be single, at least in the end I know I'll have him back again.
Aidan is going to be hard to deal with when I have to tell him how much longer we have to wait, but I'll hold off on that for a bit. He's been getting more and more shitty about not being able to see, talk to, and spend time with Ron and it's getting worse. He's in big trouble at school atm, he's been trying to pick fights, hitting, pinching, kicking, throwing things at other kids. And this time it's not just the boys, he's doing it to the girls now as well. GRRR!!! When Ron finds out (when he gets a chance to get on the computer next and sees my msg) I suspect he's going to be furious at Aidan as much as I am. What to do, what to do? Kick Aidan's butt, that's what! So what if he misses Ron, that's no excuse to muck up at school. Grrr. And I was just starting to get proud of him for getting a bit more independant and helpful around the house. So pissed off. |
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I've been not looking too closly at compliments other than a cursory glance to who sent them. I've just noticed I have at least one of everything...and I'm wondering when I had a sex change. The Sugar Daddy is Alana's fault, strange person she is, but I can't remember for the life of me who sent me the Super Dad!!! ???
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Ron has been sleeping almost for three days straight. I'm starting to nag him to go to a doctor or get one to go to him. He's got one of those "harmless little colds" that turn deadly, he's so unwell he can't even handle talking to anyone, not even me, properly. His voice on the phone is shocking, he can barely stay online for more than a few minutes at a time... he's logged on constantly but hardly actually types anything. I just pop him a message every now and then and when he's with it for a few moments he might respond to let me know he's not dead yet.
I don't complain about my man being a sook when he's ill. I'm the one that turns into a big sook when he is ill. I can't help it, I wanta be there to fuss over him and look after him and nurse him better. But I can't, so I'm going to sit here and sook about it to my blog - and anyone that bothers to read it - instead, cause Ron is a big tough man and nothing brings him down and I'm not allowed to worry for fuss over him... apparently... according to him.
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That's my bf, Ron, he's going to be joining minti under that username soon, hopefully later tonight all being well... if he doesn't die from the flu or drown in the bath in the meantime. LOL
Keep and eye out for him and be nice.  |
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I serious doubt it would be anyone here even though there's about 2 dozen members here that have my phone number, I'm just venting here cause I can't scream it to the whole world.
And if it's someone that's watching me closely enough they'll be online reading this at some point and I want to tell them to GET A LIFE AND LEAVE ME ALONE!!!! That's my paranioa talking there.
Some smuck is phoning me anonymously and hanging up on me. It's been happening on my mobile for a while now and I no longer answer calls that don't register a number because of it. It was happening to me on Ron's home phone when I was there for a while. Now it's happening on my home phone and I don't have caller ID on it, so I have no idea who is calling until I answer. This smuck is calling and hanging up after I answer it without saying a word.
At first it was triggering my anxiety through the roof, now it's just PISSING ME OFF!!!
Vent over. |
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Aidan commented to me about when he was on msn that my alerts flashed red, but at school they flashed blue, and that my headers were a different colour to school as well. It then occured to me to show him how to change the colour of windows. Thanks to his artistic genious, he chose the combination of colours to get my computer looking still readable, but very very purple. COOL! Why didn't I think of that!?!?! Probably part of what was getting to me, staring at a red and grey acreen all the time, as I know grey does get to me on a weird subconscious level. I wonder how much this ghastly bright purple will make a difference to my moods. I'll probably go really silly now. lol Now if only we could change the colour of our minti homepages! LOL
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For the time being at least. I've put myself on a restricted bland diet of cheddar cheese and ketchup sandwiches on omega bread and a glass of milk with each meal. I can hold that down no probs and it seems to settle me well. I'm taking multi-vits to make up for the lack of everything else with extra vit b's. I'll slowly add more food types later. I've been able to resolve a few issues that were bugging me as well, including ditching out of all other web sites besides this one. I've resigned to a feeding pattern for Danny of breastfeed during the day and bottles at night. He sleeps better that way, giving me downtime at the same time Aidan is asleep. This will allow me time to talk to friends I need to talk to (for my sanity's sake) online, and get back into writing properly - look out advice list here I come! Thanks for the support everyone, you're all angels. |
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Ron gets 4 wasp stings on his thumb and his reaction was a surprised but calm, "Ooouch." Later he stabs a screwdriver deep into his hand and again his reaction was but an annoyed, "Shit!" He injures his shoulder at work and he finishes his shift, comes home, and just calmly tells me he's not going to work the next day because he has to go the the doctor as he's hurt his shoulder, then proceeds to go about life with relative normality, comes back from the doctor a few weeks later telling me he needs surgery to repair the damage! As if he's not crazy enough...
Danny's father I've seen have shocking injuries as well over the years I've known him and he has the same sort of reactions - or lack there of. So does my brother. So did my Father when he was alive.
Last night Aidan comes inside and says calmly, "Mum, I've cut my finger and it's bleeding, can I have a bandaid?" and shows me a small bleeding puncture-like wound on the top side of his finger. Guessing by his lack of reaction - he can be a major drama queen at times - I figured it couldn't be too deep, and I told him to go wash his hands and get a bandaid and I'd check it for infection tomorrow.
Tonight I closely examined it when he took the bandaid off and I was horrified. It's deep alright! There's a lot of bruising developing, and another little matching hole on the underside of his finger! I found out apon drilling him about how he did it, that he accidently hit a roofing nail and it went all the way through and he pulled it out! He only just missed the bone.
MEN!!!! Mind you, I'm not much better. ROFL
I think I better invest in seriously stocking up my first-aid kit. |
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When a baby smiles at you for apparently no reason, change his nappy outside, with garden hose handy and a clothes peg on your nose.
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The front passenger door will not open easily for anyone... excpet me, and it only does it then when there are no witnesses. It refused to let anyone unlatch the hood until a friend of mine tried it, and it surrendered instantly, making everyone else look like fools. A few nights ago, whenever I turned on the indicators to turn a corner, the headlights went out. It hasn't done that since. Then a couple of days later, I parked, turned the car off, removed the keys from the ignition, and the car started up again. But then I guess that's what ya get when ya trade a car for a couple of cartons of beer. |
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