tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49906303716195747222024-03-13T09:22:27.477-07:00off the blocka diary of a girl 'off the block' in lil'old NZ
And her short stories-be honest what do you think?austingurlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875925431798518804noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990630371619574722.post-76159521969166695782013-01-04T19:12:00.000-08:002013-01-04T19:12:08.461-08:00Runty puppeh pic for rav<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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She is Bull mastiff chocolate lab cross......we think one of the parents may have a bit huntaway in them from way back. She still has the blue eyes.<br /><br />austingurlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875925431798518804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990630371619574722.post-1432847965666473392012-10-21T21:29:00.000-07:002012-10-21T21:34:40.481-07:00Today in a fit of creativness I.......decides to make a chest to store all of the board games the kids have. But not just any chest! no sir!<br />
this chest will be made of MDF board, then covered in foam, then covered on black fabric, then covered in 140 crochet granny squares. this is, of course, if my calculations are correct...which with me is not likely at all.<br />
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The little brother has be consulted and commissioned to make the box (during the phone conversation I talked a lot, not making a lot of sense, while the brother played some sort of RPG or other with one hand and ignored a lot of what I said.) hopefully we have the measurements right between us, but hey, we are kiwis! we can fudge any thing into awesomeness!<br />
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So stay tuned for up dates and pictures!austingurlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875925431798518804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990630371619574722.post-90937614583685739872012-08-27T23:23:00.001-07:002012-08-27T23:23:28.583-07:00rising costsI was at the petrol pump today and I over heard an elderly gentleman comet that the price of petrol these days is so high that he could have only brought 10 liters on one weeks wages from his younger days.<br />
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Now I dont know what era "his younger days" were, but I can so under stand. The firat time I filled up my car, ever, petrol was about $1 a liter. then we all had a fat cry when it reached $1.80, the again at $2. now we dont even bother to look at the sign as we drive in. I mean $2.50 $1.95, what ever we need it to get from A to B right?<br />
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It got me thinking about the rising costs of other things as well. I used my best Google Fu and came up with this list:<br />
MILK:<br />
1990-$2.15 for 2L<br />
now-$4.24 for 2L<br />
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BREAD:<br />
1990-$1.29 for 1 Loaf<br />
now-$2.20 for 1 Loaf<br />
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STAMPS:<br />
1990-.25c each<br />
now-.60c each<br />
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HOUSES:<br />
1990-$150,000<br />
Now-$210,00 <br />
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I wonder why we are all broke?<br />
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<br />austingurlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875925431798518804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990630371619574722.post-76999014504174476112012-08-20T19:21:00.001-07:002012-08-20T19:21:03.548-07:00Murphys Lawlast night in a fit of rage after finding no clean underwear to wear to bed, I did 6 loads of washing. I was pleased as punch. It would cost me $17 to get it all dry at the laundromat in the morning. YUS! clean knickers await me!<br />
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well, to day the fucking sun decided to come out. So heres me at the laundromat today after lunch, drying all the washing. And guess what! I was only one of 5 ladies there doing exactly the same thing. I am sure that the sun and the rain have this pact right. It goes like this:<br />
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Sun: dude, lets screw with the tiny humans this month a?<br />
Rain: yeah mean plan. What do you have in mind?<br />
Sun: I will shine at 7 am every morning when they get up. Ill stay shining till roughly 9.30 am, by that time they should have all hung the washing out then gone to work, or what ever it is tiny humans do all day. then you can start.<br />
Rain: heh, mean plan. Im in.<br />
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(in my head they sound like the brothers of Bro town) <br />
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this happens for four weeks, till every house wife/husband/whatever has amassed a huge tower of washing that threatens turn into an avalanche and kill your children when they use the bathroom at 1.32 am. At the end of the four week, we all have a mad fit of "OMG I have n o clean undies and my kids can't go to kindy in their Pajamas!!!!!!11!!1" and do ALL THE WASHING.<br />
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the next day we are all at he Laundromat, chating about the shit weather, and admiring the lovely sunshine through the window.<br />
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Bastards.austingurlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875925431798518804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990630371619574722.post-86925023122143006332011-12-05T20:36:00.000-08:002011-12-05T20:36:02.963-08:00sorry saydee...Ill share the love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t7ly9jgyRFs/Tt2bjQd6QtI/AAAAAAAAABY/u0mTWpeYuH8/s1600/DSC05250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t7ly9jgyRFs/Tt2bjQd6QtI/AAAAAAAAABY/u0mTWpeYuH8/s320/DSC05250.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>almost forgat to share the love with the already resident (not very impressed cat) Saydee.austingurlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875925431798518804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990630371619574722.post-65857730645239318412011-12-05T20:26:00.000-08:002011-12-05T20:26:44.974-08:00went to pick up the dog...came home with a kittySo today I went to the vet to pick up my bitch after having her spayed. While I was waitin a lady brought in a stray kitten.<br />
his powers of cuteness were sooooooo strong I could not resist taking him home to. I called the local animal shelter and loged a ‘found’ report but part of me hopes know one owns him.<br />
only problem….Husband=super pissed off.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AcFi55LoMNY/Tt2ZQEA9vaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DbiRsDQ157E/s1600/DSC05247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AcFi55LoMNY/Tt2ZQEA9vaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DbiRsDQ157E/s320/DSC05247.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>austingurlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875925431798518804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990630371619574722.post-77088379339318634442011-11-11T23:55:00.000-08:002011-11-11T23:55:28.320-08:00creeper patternHer is the grid lay out for the creeper afghan done in common granny squares.<br />
each square is 1 granny square. There are three shades of green and(14, in dark green, 14 in mid green and 13 in light green) and 22 squares in black.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CMP6cbENcqk/Tr4jsMwPAuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/tLwC_L6cc-g/s1600/creeper.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="310" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CMP6cbENcqk/Tr4jsMwPAuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/tLwC_L6cc-g/s320/creeper.PNG" width="320" /></a></div>You can find more info and picks at <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/projects/austingurl/creeper-afghan/edit?prepared=true">http://www.ravelry.com/projects/austingurl/creeper-afghan/edit?prepared=true</a>austingurlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875925431798518804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990630371619574722.post-15838070854319502011-10-09T22:37:00.000-07:002011-10-09T22:37:07.527-07:00I want to hit some one or somthing because.....<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am MAD! And that is the understatement of the year! I cannot believe that The Rena has run aground at the mount on a reef that is very well documented and so close to the top of the water you can see the waves breaking on it. What kind of fool pilots a ship straight into a fucking rock that everyone knows is there?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Now as a result some of the best recreational fishing and swimming in New Zealand has been polluted beyond using this spring. The resulting damage that the oil is doing to our ecosystem is so catastrophic for our little country that I cannot begin to put it into word. Penguins and other sea birds are washing up along the shore line so covered in oil that they can no longer swim or fly. Even though there is a team working to get these birds back into good condition, if they keep washing up at the rate they already are there is no way we will be able to save them all. And it’s only going to get worse. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Whoever sent that ship to our shores needs to, and will PAY!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On the news tonight it was reported that inspections in both china and Australia saw the ship had issues in several areas including substandard maps. So my question is this: What on god’s green (or not so much at this point) was that ship doing in our water never mind on the sea at all in that state?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It is going to cost a lot of money, and a lot of time, to restore our coastline back to a useable state. My children and I spend hours upon hours at this particular beach every summer, fishing and swimming. Now due to the incompetence of one or more people we have lost the use of one of our most treasured places to spend family time fishing for snapper for dinner and building sand castles.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The worst part is if more oil escapes the ship we could be facing years of lost fishing and shell fish collecting that we as a family and as individuals look forward to every year.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">What I would like to say to the people responsible is not publishable but…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">#$!@^ !%<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>@$ !@%@^<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>@$@%@^ **@&%@$ *!@<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>*^&@%<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(*&%#<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>^*&% **&%<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>**^&%<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>((*&^%%<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>$# ##$% ^$#@<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>!@@ ^&$#<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>@ $$%^</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">…is about the gist of it.</span></div>austingurlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875925431798518804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990630371619574722.post-48438299412311866982011-09-07T16:49:00.001-07:002011-09-07T16:49:49.308-07:00short story #2<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><u><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The Home Coming</span></u></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Jaqulline sat on the window seat looking out at the preparations for Harrison’s grand home coming party. The caters were putting the final touches on the outdoor tables and the decorators were placing the banners over the gate way. The guests would be arriving soon and she would need to go down to greet them with Mother and Father.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">‘Harriette, fetch me my gloves’ she told her lady. As Hariette found her gloves Jacqueline stood in front of her full length mirror and looked over her gown once more, she wished Harrison could have helped her pick it out but she knew her would have loved it any way. Her hair had been piled up and set in a beautiful masterpiece atop her head. She fingered the locked Harrison had given her before she left, he had handed it to her saying he loved her and would she wait until he came home. She opened it and looked lovingly into the eyes of the man she had loved so dearly from the moment she had met him.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">‘ma’am. Your gloves’ Hariette had returned and Jacqueline snapped out of her memories with a start, how she longed to see Harrison again, look deep into his eyes, feel the warmth of his lips on hers.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">‘Come, Jacqui,’ Hariette prompted ‘let’s get these gloves on.’ She helped Jacqueline into her gloves and fixed the veil over her eyes. ‘Your mother and Father are waiting for you in the entrance way.’</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Her parents greeted her in the front room and lead her to the door to greet the first of the first of the guests, Harrison’s Mother and Father. They took her into their arms and gave her the warmest of hugs. More guests had arrived and needed her attention; she turned from parents with a tear in her eye. Harrison’s home coming would be emotional to say the least. People had taken their seats and the trumpeter had begun to play. Jacqueline stood and looked down the path towards the procession that would bring Harrison back to her.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She was glad of the veil that Hariette had fixed over her face earlier as tears streamed down her face. Tears of joy and frustration mixed into a river of overwhelming sadness. She turned and ran toward her love as she heard a whisper behind her: ‘that trumpeter plays a very good funeral march, doesn’t he.’</span></div>austingurlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875925431798518804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990630371619574722.post-10299456560596016762011-09-03T15:33:00.000-07:002011-09-03T15:33:26.856-07:00RIP Sasha:(Yesterday my cat was run over right out side my house. the stupid animal didnt even see the car coming. luckly the kids had just gone inside and didnt see it happen.<br />
Kidlet number 1 (age 5) was totally beside herself when she relised what had happened, but big ups to the step kidlet (who is seven), she took kidlet #1 inside and hugged her telling her it would be ok and that they would need to make sure Saydee (Sashas sister) would be looked after and given lots of cuddles. Kidlet #2 (age 2) doesnt get it at all but knows sashas not coming back. Im very proud of the step kidlet though. she took it all very welll and looked after the twop littlies like a pro.<br />
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Also I would like to thank mike (the driver) for stopping. He brought her in off the road and lay her behind the fence, he was very considerste and helped my husband and i to keep the kids inside and sort out taking her up behind the garage to be buried. not a lot of people would have even stopped never mind been so nice and considerate of me and the kids.<br />
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Thank you Mike, from all of us.<br />
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And the SPCA will be getting a visit very soon! I cant stand only having one cat :)austingurlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875925431798518804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990630371619574722.post-75819903880857830612011-08-31T17:40:00.000-07:002011-08-31T17:40:16.425-07:00zebra brag<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ccu6L2nIqiQ/Tl7T28OifYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RBm3P3zBRdI/s1600/DSC04932.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ccu6L2nIqiQ/Tl7T28OifYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RBm3P3zBRdI/s320/DSC04932.JPG" width="320" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So this is lil zebra, I still need to make 1 and 1/2 legs and attach them and finish the mane.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I followed the pattern for the perfect pony (from <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/">http://www.ravelry.com/</a>) for the head but made up the body and neck to make it more cartoony. The legs are from the pattern as well but I made the slightly fatter and a bit longer.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Enjoy LSG hookers. more finioshed project pics to follow.</div>austingurlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875925431798518804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990630371619574722.post-68392582994468652952011-08-28T14:48:00.000-07:002011-08-28T14:48:13.443-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wflLXHj8A0I/Tlq3LLNM1tI/AAAAAAAAAAw/npFGuCodTsM/s1600/DSC_1114a.pg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="215" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wflLXHj8A0I/Tlq3LLNM1tI/AAAAAAAAAAw/npFGuCodTsM/s320/DSC_1114a.pg.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is my one and only tat and I wnted to explin its meaning to all you people.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have three dragon flys tattooed on my ankle. one is a large one with swirly bits coming off the head and tail. that represents me and the swirls all the changes and different paths my life has taken so far. the other two dragonflys are smaller and pink, they are my two daughters and they are flying in the path behind the bigger dragonfly. that is supposed to show them following in the path ive beaten but they are also off to each side slightly to show they are free to choose their own paths as well. I plan to add another green one to represent my step daughter, she will fly next to my dragon fly to show that i am guiding her but by no means expect her to follow me. I left ample room to add a blue one one day <em>wink wink husband…</em> </div>austingurlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875925431798518804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990630371619574722.post-82355407177558065452011-08-27T01:20:00.000-07:002011-08-27T01:20:35.471-07:00drunkenessim drunk. I drunk wine and im drunk. this is so much fun hehehehehehe woot wootaustingurlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875925431798518804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990630371619574722.post-51539586599429995812011-08-23T00:25:00.000-07:002011-08-23T00:25:15.935-07:00still robbing me 2 years laterI had my house burgaled two years ago by scott, daniel, and josh fowls. they stole a lot of stuff in cluding a mobile phone that was on contract. It was going to cost me $360 to get the contract disconected and I couldnt afford it because I had to replace $500 worth of food and meat they took. Because of this It went to a debt collectors and I now have a bad credit rating, this has stopped me from getting a mortgage, from putting a set of swings on layby for my kids, and now from getting a job!<br />
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I was already to start at a new job with a large jewlery company and as part of the application process they had to run a credit check on me. Somthing to do with working with high price item etc which is fair enough, but because these dick fucks stole a phone back in september 2009 I now cant have this job.<br />
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I hope some one that knows these boys lets them know that they are still ruining shit for me and no doubt other people two years later!austingurlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875925431798518804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990630371619574722.post-42364284828146145432011-08-18T02:10:00.001-07:002011-08-18T02:10:57.800-07:00Short story<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><u><span style="font-family: Calibri;">ANGEL OF THEIR HEARTS</span></u></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Lilly leaned from her bed and drew back the curtains. She had heard her sisters, Jillian and Gemma, whooping with joy earlier that morning and now she could hear them squealing outside her window. Thump, thump, thump. Three patches of white appeared on her window, and then Jillians’s face appeared beside one of them.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Hey Lil, This is fantastic! Its sooooooo cold out here. Me and Gem are making snow angels now, tell Mary to bring you out to see!”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Lilly rolled over and pulled the covers over her head. It wasn’t fair; Gemma and Jillian always got to do outside things! Why did it have to be her that couldn’t walk and run it the snow? Stupid legs, stupid lungs, stupid spine! She was always the one who had to miss out on the things all the other kids took for granted. Her one wish was to take her sisters hands and walk down to the river in the bright sunshine and have picnic. But because of her condition she would never be allowed to do that, never mind be able to.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Mary came in just then and gently pulled the cover away from Lilly’s face.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Come on Hun, let’s get you up. The other girls want to show you something in the yard”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“No! I’m not going out there to watch them run around and have fun! I don’t want them to show me what I can’t do, I already know.” Lilly sourly replied.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Mary coxed her out of bed despite Lillys repeated protests, she got her into her chair and wheeled her down the corridor to the mud room where she helped lily into on her warm water proof snow suit.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Outside her sisters were running around throwing balls of snow at each other and the dog. Lilly could see the prints in the snow where they had lay down and made images of flying angels in the soft powder. Gemma saw Lilly and Mary and called them over.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Hey Lil, we made some thing for you”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Uh huh” Lilly replied “bet you had fun doing it too…without me.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Mary wheeled her around the corner of the house to where there was an almost untouched patch of snow, the only thing marking the snow was a big love heart made of stones.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“We saved this bit for you Lil” said Jillian</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Yeah” said Gemma “we wanted you to make a snow angel to! Come on we’ll help you get over there”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The girls helped Lilly out of her chair and over to the centre of then heart, they helped her lie down in the soft snow and moved her arms and legs to make and angel shape. When Lilly was safely back in the wheel chair Gemma and jillian stood next to her while Mary took a photo of the three of them next to their angel.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“The girls did this on that snowy day because they knew that their sister, Lilly, wouldn’t be around for ever, and they wanted to remember the angel of their hearts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They wanted Lilly to know that they loved her and they always would remember the first <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>day they took her out to do the things she thought she couldn’t do. From that day on they took Lilly everywhere with them, even down to the river that summer for her first, and last, picnic. Even though Lilly is now gone they will still always take the angel of their hearts everywhere they go.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br />
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</div>austingurlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875925431798518804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990630371619574722.post-6966647434234189672011-08-14T14:50:00.000-07:002011-08-14T14:50:57.650-07:00SNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWOh my FUCKING god it is fucking snowing! Im looking out the window as I type this and it is fucking snowing! can you belive it? it never ever not ever snows in rotorua!<br />
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Im like a little kid out there catching snow on my tounge and my two year old and four year old kidlets are like 'mum what the hell? its only snow! clam down'<br />
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last time it snowed in rotorua i was seven and my daddy whent up mt Ngongotaha, filled up his truck and came and dumed it out on the drive at my school. what a super hero eh? <br />
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This is amazing! It is beautiful! I have this little kid excitment in me at the moment, and im fit to burts with it! its better than a high!<br />
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ok, im going out side to catch more snow on my touge now. heheheheheheheheheaustingurlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875925431798518804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990630371619574722.post-78417335655821265692011-08-11T20:36:00.000-07:002011-08-11T20:36:49.859-07:00yay for job interviews.I had my first job interview in 5 years today!!! It went pretty well Id say and ill get a call tonight to say if I get a second interview or not. Heres hoping I do. Its about time this mum of fives years gets a real job, i cant wait to say to people 'sorry im at work today' and not mean 'sorry im changing shitty nappies and doing washing. yay! ill let you know how we go.austingurlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875925431798518804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990630371619574722.post-75910929241205406582011-08-05T15:02:00.000-07:002011-08-05T15:02:29.326-07:00I hate fishingIm writing this because im procrasternating. The husbeast wants to take thi kidlets fishing on the boat today so by extension thats me to. I hat ethe cold the wet and the smell. ew. Never mind the fact that I am the one who catches sting rays and star fish! I hate it soooooo much!<br />
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but ill go. he knows I cave every time, because the kids love it so much and they give me that puppy eyed im-just-going-to-die-if-we-cant-go-face. <br />
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Ill take a ball of yarn and crochet my way through a beanie and scratch mittens which I then cant sell because they stink! agh fishing sucks my balls!austingurlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875925431798518804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990630371619574722.post-51938787038500797142011-08-02T04:20:00.000-07:002011-08-02T04:20:08.495-07:00baby rabies<div class="body forum_post_body">I have the baby rabies (as I heard it said the other day, it cracked me up) and am soooooo wanting, so much it hurts, another baby. We already have 3 children between us and he is well and done having kids, he is dead set agianst any more kids, at all, ever. <br />
we got married in april and I think he feels that now hes compleated the family by us getting married and bringing all the kids together as one ‘real’ family, But I feel as if our family has just begun to start….<br />
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This isnt really coming out how I want it to, its hard to put what im feeling into words, but I need to try and express this in a way others might relate to.<br />
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I really want an attempt at giving him a son (we have three girls) and I want to fill my table so that there is no empty seat at dinner time; I want to have an even number of kids and drive a mini bus; I want to be a mother to one more kid, just once more. I loved to be pregnant the last two times and love watching them grow and change, Now i think its time for me to hold a new life in my arms, a life that my husband and I created together.<br />
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actually now that i think about it I want to create a life with my <em>Husband.</em> on some deep level I want to do it the 'right' way, in wedlock I guess. im not religious but it just seems right.<br />
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this is cheaper than therapy!</div>austingurlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875925431798518804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990630371619574722.post-36751782354816969822011-08-01T18:26:00.000-07:002011-08-01T18:26:17.608-07:00the joys of asking for a little help<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Benefits, we need them sometimes. Yes some people are ‘dole bludgers’ and make a career out of sitting on their fat buts and collecting a benefit every week that the rest of the contry supplies for them via tax payer dollars, but there are some of us who are genuinely in need of a little help to get back on our feet. We are not asking for a weekly wage for the rest of our lives nor do we wnt that. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I went in to WINZ (work and income New Zealand) to ask for some help with paying for a bond for a rental house so as my family and I can move out of my mums house and into place of our own. Now, because my husband is the one who earns the money, the benefit and aid has to be paid to him, fair enough, and in order for me to act on his behalf and have his benefit paid into my account so I can manage the finances he had to sign a form to allow me to do that, which he did, also fair enough. I took all the paper work (half a fucking forest worth) <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>into WINZ to day for my 9.30 appointment, I waited for 56minutes to be seen, sat down at the desk with the case manager and started to go through my paper work with him. I handed him the redirection form (the one my husband signed to say the benefit could be paid to me) along with a deposit slip stamped by the bank with my bank account details on it. He then told me ‘sorry I need his bank account details to process the application before I can redirect the benefit to you.’ .<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He then asks me to shoot down to the bank and get one….It's my husbands account, the bank wont let me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>‘well can you ring him and get him to bring one in?’…hes at fucking work!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>‘ Well you will have to come back tomorrow with a stamped deposit slip as proof of account.’ (!!!!!!) Then he askes me what my good reason is for having the benefit redirected, ‘because my husband and I agreed that I<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>should handle the finances as I am better at it than he is. He has a history of money burning a hole in his pocket and dug a big hole of debt that he has only recently, with my help, climbed out of. If our bills are to be paid it needs to go into my account.’ </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">‘have you tried a joint account?’</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">‘yes, but then he has access to the money and he spends it’</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">‘oh, well just because he spend money isn’t relly a reason to have it redirected to you. Also why you as opposed to any one else?’</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">‘I’m his fucking wife! for christs sake, I own him now and he shall do my bidding!’ (ok I made that last bit up just now but I wish I thought of it before, this guys name was mohhamed so it would have gone down a treat!)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">To bad that I was supposed to move into my rental house tomorrow and I cant do that with out the bond?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So mr. WINZ case manager, where the fuck am I going to live tonight? ‘You could stay with a friend.’</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And all my stuff?my furnature and whiteware? Where will I keep that? ‘ask your mum and dad.’</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I packed up my small forest of paper work, told him to rebook me with a competent caase manager as soon as possible and left.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Not my finest moment I’m sure but it was preferable to punching the incompetent fool in the teeth! (note to the police: I would never actually do that, just wishfull thinking!)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So back I go tomorrow…stay tuned, hopefully I will see someone that actually gives a fuck?</span></div>austingurlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875925431798518804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990630371619574722.post-55498038932115855662011-08-01T02:25:00.000-07:002012-10-21T21:34:26.587-07:00children having childrenI was 17 when I had my first child. I got pregnant when I was 16 to a guy I was in no relationship with and had no feelings for at all. Even though I was a legal age (16 in NZ) Before I lost my virginity I was still a baby. I was a kid having a kid BUT...<br />
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I did not neglect my child, I did not palm off my kid so I could drink and do drugs, I did not drop out of school, I did not sit on my arse collecting a benefit, I was not a shit mum.<br />
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I just wanted to say that I am in the majority of younger parents (including young fathers) that actually bring a child into the world and make a good go it. I finished my 7th form year and passed my exams when my baby was three months old then went on to get a diploma in teaching speech and drama. I know many other young parents who have done the same.<br />
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I went to a play group with a young girl who was 15 when I met her, she had her little angel at age 14. Despite her mother dropping her off on the door step of a man she suspected of raping her daughter when she found out her daughter was pregnant with , quite possibly, his child, and having no support int he world, this young woman had her baby and raised her to be a very polite, well mannered and smart little angel. She is now 17 and is self sufficient, living in a house she rents with a little dog and her daughter, she has a job and is currently, with the support of the play group, doing NCEA level one. <br />
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I tell this story because I want to tell people that we are no what the stereo type tell you we are, most of us are very very good parents and with your support and understanding we can be even better.<br />
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I know its hard not to look at a teenager with a baby on her hip and not think 'crap shes a bit young' but please, smile and say 'what a cute wee thing' or just say nothing. but smile.<br />
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Thank you, we need your support.austingurlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875925431798518804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990630371619574722.post-86864772618827230592011-07-31T17:59:00.000-07:002011-07-31T17:59:07.852-07:00first timeheres the first off the block post ever....<br />
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to give you some backround on me ill give you a quick run down of my life:<br />
born 13 dec 1988<br />
raised in a semi rural family in rotorua<br />
went to a catholic high school<br />
got pergnant in 7th form<br />
had babby 2 months before final exams<br />
passed all exams<br />
met my now husbeast at 18<br />
got pregnant to him and engaged at 19<br />
had babby #2 at 19<br />
moved away to 15 minutes from the middle of fucking no where two years ago<br />
got married to husbeast in april (on the beach, beautifull wedding till it pissed down with rain!)<br />
moved home to rotorua last week<br />
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So thats me in a nut shell I guess.<br />
Im also a keen crocheter and have degress in teaching speech and drama and in teaching swimming. I love kids and on most days life in general, some days life just sucks dogs balls but theres not a whole hell of a lot we can do about that is there?<br />
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any way............ thats me,<br />
and more next week.austingurlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875925431798518804noreply@blogger.com0