I have just recieved news that my eldest daughter Pilla, was given 'Prefect' for her school in 2009....

I'm so proud of her... Also, she was awarded 'overall acheivment' in her year today....

I love you my sweetheart.....

I'm proud of all my girls.....

Love to you all.....

 

1. Whats the main thing on minti that make you so addicted?

Catching up with the wonderful friend i have made here.... I love you all, thank you!!!

2. whats something funny thats happened to you recently?

Funny.... at work the other week, a box fell on my head (not so funny the next day when my neck and shoulder was very sore), but then not an hour later after that, an exit sign (well the plastic cover from exit sign) fell and hit my head also....

3. whats a word your kid/s say/said thats pronounces funny / cute?

Pilla use to say 'mamages' for Sandwichs, Pede still say's 'skibetty' for spagetti and Mag calls kitchen tongs 'clommers' (don't ask, as i still can't work it out)

4. if you could be someone famous for a day who would it be and why?

I don't want to be anyone famous, as they have no personal life... everyone always knows what you do and where, and how.... and most of the time the press make it all out to more than it really was.... so sorry guys i pass on being famous!!!!

5. sum up what minti means for you in 5 words

My life saviour.... Friendship.... Support

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Hi all... Just something that i recieved today via email.... wanted to share with you all....

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After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie.  
She said, 'I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would Love to spend some time with you.'  

The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my Mother, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.  

That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.  'What's wrong, are you well,' she asked? My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation
is a sign of bad news.  

'I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you,' I responded 'just the two of us.' She thought about it for a moment, and then said, 'I would like that very much.'  

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's.
'I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed,' she said, as she got into the car. 'They can't wait to hear about our meeting.'  

We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm  as if she were the First Lady.  

After we sat down, I had to read the menu.
Her eyes could only read large print. Half-way through theentrees, I lifted my eyes and saw Mother sitting there staring at me.
A nostalgic smile was on her lips.  

'It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,' she said. 'Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor,' I responded. During the dinner , we had an agreeable conversation nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said, 'I'll go out with you again, but only if  you let me invite you.'  I agreed.  

'How was your dinner date?' asked my wife when I got home. 'Very nice, much more so than I could have imagined,' I answered.  

A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her. Sometime later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place Mother and I had dined. An attached note said: 'I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but, nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me.  

'I love you, son'  

At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: 'I love YOU' and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till some 'other' time.  

Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you've had a baby... somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother, 'normal' is history.  

Somebody said you can't love the second child as much as you love the first... somebody doesn't have
two or more children.  

Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and delivery....somebody never watched her 'baby' get on the bus for the first day of kindergarten... or on a plane headed for military 'boot camp.'  

Somebody said a Mother can stop worrying after her child gets married... somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a mother's heartstrings.  

Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home... somebody never had grandchildren.  

Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell her... somebody isn't a mother.  

Pass this along to all the GREAT 'mothers' in your life and to everyone who ever had a mother.  

This isn't just about being a mother; it's about appreciating the people in your lives while you have them... no matter who that person is!  

Watch your thoughts, they become words.
Watch your words, they become actions.  
Watch your actions, they become habits.
Watch your habits, they become character.  
Watch your character, for it becomes...
your destiny.  

'Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet  is fighting some kind of battle'.

 

 

This was emailed to me yesterday.... Very sad, wanted to share it with you all....

You just never know what will happen next....

PLEASE read this Australian Police Officer's story carefully. You can also verify the story at http://www.snopes.com/toxins/dustoff.asp

Dust Off (or a variant of the product) is available everywhere there's a

computer .

First I'm going to tell you a little about me and my family. My name is

Jeff.  I am a Police Officer for a city which is known nationwide for its

crime rate (Brisbane). We have a lot of gangs and drugs. At one point we were # 2 in the nation in homicides per capita. I also have a police K-9 named Thor.  He was certified in drugs and general duty. He retired at 3 years old because he was shot in the line of duty. He lives with us now and I still train with him because he likes it.

I always liked the fact that there was no way to bring drugs into my house. Thor wouldn't allow it. He would tell on you. The reason I say this is so you understand that I know about drugs. I have taught in schools about drugs. My wife asks all our kids at least once a week if they used any drugs. Makes them promise they wont.

I like building computers occasionally and started building a new one in February 2005. I also was working on some of my older computers. They were full of dust so on one of my trips to the computer store I bought a 3 pack of DUST OFF. Dust Off is a can of compressed air to blow dust off a computer. A few weeks later when I went to use one of them they were all used. I talked to my kids and my two sons both said they had used them on their computer and messing around with them. I yelled at them for wasting the 10 dollars I paid for them. On February 28 I went back to the computer store.

They didn't have the 3 pack which I had bought on sale so I bought a single jumbo can of Dust Off. I went home and set it down beside my computer.

On March 1st, I left for work at 10 PM. Just before midnight my wife went down and kissed Kyle goodnight. At 5:30 am the next morning Kathy went downstairs to wake Kyle up for school, before she left for work. He waspropped up in bed with his legs crossed and his head leaning over. She called to him a few times to get up. He didn't move. He would sometimes tease her like this and pretend he fell back asleep. He was never easy togged up. She went in and shook his arm. He fell over.

He was pale white and  had the straw from the Dust Off can coming out of his mouth. He had the new can of Dust Off in his hands. Kyle was dead.

I am a police officer and I had never heard of this. My wife is a nurse and she had never heard of this. We later found out from the coroner, after the autopsy, that only the propellant from the can of Dust off was in his system. No other drugs. Kyle had died between midnight and 1 AM

I found out that using Dust Off is being done mostly by kids ages 9 through >15.

They even have a name for it. It's called dusting. A take off  from the Dust Off name It gives them a slight high for about 10 seconds.  It makes them dizzy. A boy who lives down the street from us showed Kyle how to do thisabout a month before. Kyle showed his best friend. Told him  it was cool and it couldn't hurt you. Its just compressed air. His best friend said no.

Kyle was wrong. It's not just compressed air. It also contains a propellant called R2. Its a refrigerant like what is used in your refrigerator. It is a heavy gas. Heavier than air. When you  inhale it, it fills your lungs and keeps the good air, with oxygen, out. That's why you feel dizzy, buzzed. It decreases the oxygen to your brain, to your heart. Kyle was right. It can't hurt you. IT KILLS YOU.

The horrible part about this is there is no warning. There is no level that kills you. It's not cumulative or an overdose; it can just go randomly, terribly wrong. Roll the dice and if your number comes up you die.

IT'S NOT  AN OVERDOSE. It's Russian Roulette. You don't die later. Or not feel good and say I've had too much. You usually die as you're breathing it in. If  not, you die within 2 seconds of finishing 'the hit.' That's why the straw  was still in Kyle's mouth when he died. Why his eyes were still open.

The experts want to call this huffing. The kids don't believe it's huffing. As adults we tend to lump many things together. But it doesn't fit here. And that's why it's more accepted. There is no chemical reaction, no strong odour.  It doesn't follow the huffing signals.

Kyle complained a few days  before he died of his tongue hurting. It

probably did. The propellant  causes frostbite. If I had only known. It's

easy to say hey, it's my life and I'll do what I want. But it

isn't.

Others are always effected. This has forever changed our family's life.

I  have a hole in my heart and soul that can never be fixed. The pain is so immense I can't describe it. There's nowhere to run from it. I

cry all the time and I don't ever cry. I do what I'm supposed to do but I don't really care. My kids are messed up. One won't talk about it. The other will only sleep in our room at night. And my wife, I can't even describe how bad she is taking this. I thought we were safe because of Thor. I thought we were safe because we knew about drugs and talked to our kids about them.

After Kyle died another story came out. A Probation Officer went to the

school system next to ours to speak with a student. While there he found a student using Dust Off in the bathroom. This student told him about another student who also had some in his locker.

This is a rather affluent school  system. They will tell you they don't have a drug problem there.So rather than tell everyone about this 'new' way of getting high they found, they hid it.

The  probation officer told the media after Kyle's death and they, the

school, then admitted to it. I know that if they would have told the media and I had heard, it wouldn't have been in my house.

We need to get this out of our homes and school computer labs. Using Dust Off isn't new and some 'professionals' do know about. It just isn't talked about much, except by the kids. They all seem to know bout it.

April 2nd was 1 month since Kyle died. April 5th would have been his 15th birthday. And every weekday I catch myself sitting on the living room couch at 2:30 in the afternoon and waiting to see him get off the bus. I know Kyle is in heaven but I can't help but wonder If I have died and gone to Hell.

The Officer is asking for everyone who receives this email to forward it to everyone in their address book, even Law Enforcement Officers.

Geoff ROBINS

Constable

Crime Prevention Unit

Queensland Police Service

Level 2, BP House 193 North Quay, Brisbane GPO Box 1440, Brisbane, QLD 4000

Ph: 07 3234 2111

Fax: 07 3234 2100