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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[where are you ...??]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>97506</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-05-16 06:41:36</atom:updated>
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  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[When I needed you most 
where were you 
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    				<![CDATA[ When I needed you most <br />
where were you <br />
when I was having a hard time<br />
where were you<br />
<br />
I try to stay positive, alert and real<br />
but sometimes its hard<br />
I needed you<br />
<br />
I need you here 100%<br />
you need me there 100%<br />
<br />
what does that mean<br />
how do we deal<br />
when we need each other<br />
and we are not around<br />
<br />
where are you?<br />
right now?<br />
<br />
I am sad, I am mellow<br />
I need to hear you say<br />
that it will all work out <br />
<br />
But you are nowhere to be found<br />
no hint, no note<br />
so once again I'm alone, <br />
I sit and I cry<br />
<br />
where are you<br />
when all i can do is wish you were here...... ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[Maybe I Do!]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>97489</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-05-16 05:57:28</atom:updated>
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  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[So here I am, another Friday night ALONE and HOME 
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    				<![CDATA[ <p>So here I am, another Friday night ALONE and HOME <br />
I'm sure FRIDAY nights are meant to be shared, I'm sure you are supposed to do things on Friday nights.<br />
But again I'm here, at home, alone, kids in bed and I'm here ...<br />
<br />
Whatever happened to being with people that you love on a week-end night<br />
Whatever happened to being happy snuggling with the one you love on a Friday evening<br />
<br />
You know, not worrying about what you do on those &quot;going out&quot; nights??<br />
Why is it that at the age of 38 I find myself sitting in my home on&nbsp;a Friday night, alone?<br />
<br />
What am I supposed to do on&nbsp;a Friday night? or a Saturday night ?<br />
I am home alone, how sad is that?<br />
<br />
Once I had options and I chose to marry him!<br />
Once I felt loved and well now that's gone<br />
<br />
So aren't I meant to have another life?&nbsp; Surely I deserve it ....<br />
<br />
Right now, I am OVER being alone, I am OVER sitting here like some loser<br />
I had a life, he stole it from me <br />
I will fight to get a life back<br />
but how can I when my responsibilities are so important?<br />
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[He can have his day in court - without me!]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>97486</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-05-16 05:41:29</atom:updated>
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  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[Well I got a response to my email from my solicitor/lawyer&n ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center"><span style="color: #0000ff"><span style="font-size: larger"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS">Well I got a response to my email from my solicitor/lawyer&nbsp;<br />
or whatever you want to call him.<br />
He said no need to go to court ... nope .. no need to go!<br />
<br />
He basically told me I can go if I want to but the only order that can be made is an order for&nbsp;Granting or <br />
Not Granting MY DIVORCE<br />
<br />
Ok ... here is his email :-<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ff00ff">Hi E2S (changed obviously)!,<br />
The bottom line is you can go if you want to, but there is absolutely no need for you to do so. All that is before the court is your husbands application for a disolution of marriage. The only order that can be made is an order granting or not granting the divorce. It is dealt with by a registrar not a judge and the hearing will take all of 5 minutes if that.( they list 15-20 disolutions each hour!) As you have signed the joint application and dont oppose the grant the order will be made as a matter of formality, there is no reason for you to attend. Your friends experience seems to relate to a hearing of property or childrens matters rather than a simple disolution application.&nbsp; Having said all that, if you have a spare couple of hours and want to see how the system works, by all means go along but I suspect you will be seriously underwhelmed and wonder why you bothered. Certainly the court will not be expecting you to be there.<br />
regards<br />
ES2's solicitor<br />
</span><br />
So Stuff that, I'm not going ... I'm having a few pre-celebratory drinks right now and am feeling very emotional, alone and reflective!<br />
I don't want to go to court for somebody to say <br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large"><u><i><b>Yes you are right, your marriage did fail </b></i></u></span>... and regardless whether that was my fault or foty's it is still the same outcome.&nbsp; <br />
I am still alone at night, <br />
I still sleep in a Queen sized bed alone, <br />
I still have 100% responsibility to my kids when he has fuck all!<br />
<br />
I still feel bad when I have to get my lovely friends to help me out <br />
- when work has to come first!<br />
<br />
I have to make all the decisions on my own. Because I know where his needs lay.<br />
I have to think and then re-think my decisions <br />
- cause I don't have a sounding board, <br />
I don't have a person who has the same priorities as me.<br />
<br />
I'm it folks, if I stuff up, then so be it&nbsp;<br />
if he stuff's up -which he&nbsp;has - <br />
then I have to&nbsp;recover my kids&nbsp;hearts and happiness.<br />
</span></span></span>&nbsp;<span style="font-size: larger"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS"><br />
So bottom line is that on JUNE 3rd 2008 when my marriage is DISSOLVED<br />
he will be there to rejoice in that decision<br />
as for me, well I'll be home ALONE<br />
I'll be home working - regretting I gave him the chance to break my heart<br />
and temporarily break my spirit.<br />
Then when June 4th comes around I will be a new person.<br />
Fuck letting him dictate how I will live the next 38 years<br />
FUCK HIM!</span></span></div> ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[The Man in the Photo]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>97482</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-05-16 05:15:16</atom:updated>
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  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[I want that man in the photo to come and smile at me
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center"><b><span style="color: #800080"><span style="font-size: larger"><span style="font-family: Arial">I want that man in the photo to come and smile at me<br />
I want that man in the photo to come and set me free<br />
<br />
He's not really smiling but I know he hides it well<br />
I want that man in the photo to&nbsp;cast a loving spell<br />
<br />
He wears his cap backwards,&nbsp;he's frowning down the lens<br />
He's looking really serious, maybe he's&nbsp;trying to make amends<br />
<br />
He holds his finger on his chin, he frowns a little bit<br />
I want that man in the photo to not allow me to quit<br />
<br />
It could be such fun, hell it could be a blast<br />
I'm thinking that it might be just the thing that maybe lasts<br />
<br />
He stares straight ahead and dares me to turn away<br />
I'm stronger than he thinks, unless he decides to stray<br />
<br />
I want that man in the photo who tempts me down the line<br />
I want that man in the photo to make me feel devine<br />
<br />
He could do it I'm sure you know, he is a romantic at heart<br />
We both have dealt with our demands, we both know what&nbsp;to say<br />
so why not take a chance, jump into the fray<br />
<br />
I know its just a photo&nbsp;but the person is for real<br />
he talks, he walks, he bleeds, he cries<br />
He even helps me heal<br />
<br />
I want to know him even&nbsp;better<br />
I think about him alot<br />
but am I ready to trust again<br />
when yesterday I was not</span></span></span></b></div>
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<br />
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** I'm not sure if this makes sense, but I just wanted to let my mind take over ... it's Friday evening I'm home with my kids for a change ... you add the other things that are present..<br /> ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[No Golf, how 'bout a sleep-over??]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>97140</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-05-15 07:11:07</atom:updated>
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  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[Tonight on the phone foty has suggested to Miss 8 that she h ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center"><span style="color: #800000"><span style=""><span style="font-size: larger">Tonight on the phone <b>foty </b>has suggested to Miss 8 that she have a sleep over at his house next Friday... not this week (cause he's going to play Golf instead).&nbsp; <br />
<br />
But the next week-end when&nbsp;I guess his footy team isnt playing and there is no golf and obviously no parties around.<br />
<br />
Miss 8 has been asking me about doing such, and has mentioned it to foty.&nbsp; <br />
So I of course am encouraging her to do what SHE wants to do, very gently without appearing to side either way.<br />
(I remember what happened when I appeared too keen for her to meet JS).<br />
<br />
When <b>foty</b> asked her tonight she was actually hesitant.&nbsp; She asked if she could think about it? He told her yes that's a good idea, you think about it.<br />
<br />
Master 5 said straight out &quot;NO&quot; when asked if he'd like to stay over.<br />
<br />
Then I nearly spat out my drink <b>foty </b>tells Miss 8 she's being a &quot;GOOD GIRL&quot; for &quot;thinking about it&quot;.<br />
(Yes <b>foty </b>is once again on speaker.&nbsp; Miss 8 tends to do this when she's feeling a bit unsure about things).<br />
<br />
Miss 8 asks him why he says she's being a &quot;GOOD GIRL&quot;?<br />
He says &quot;because you are.&quot;<br />
&quot;But why am I a GOOD GIRL?&quot; She repeats clearly as she can.<br />
&quot;Well because you are thinking about it.&quot; He replies cautiously.<br />
<br />
The phone conversation ends and Miss 8 looks to me, I do my best, <i>'well how did that go'</i> look, and she asks me why her Dad would&nbsp;tell her she's a GOOD GIRL for thinking about a sleep over?<br />
I simply tell her I'm not sure why he'd say that. <br />
Then I follow with - maybe it is because he really wants you to sleep over.<br />
<br />
She interprets and says aloud &quot;Oh so, because I'm doing something that he wants, I am a good girl.&quot;<br />
<br />
I'm sure she's recalling how he was grumpy &amp; sullen everytime she said she wanted to spend time with him and Master Five.&nbsp; When she wasn't ready to meet JS.&nbsp; <br />
<br />
If you haven't read this in my previous blogs, <b>foty</b> would get all sulky and on one occassion he pretty much cut the phone conversation the minute she told him she only wanted to see him and not JS with him (Prior to him moving in with JS).<br />
<br />
I can't help wondering if he's not starting it now due to the pending Divorce hearing.&nbsp; I've been told the Judge does ask how often the father sees the kids.... I guess him being honest in a court of law and saying he's had his kids sleepover 1 night in 12 months won't cut it.&nbsp; I really hope that isn't the reason.<br />
<br />
Also in&nbsp;a selfish way, I am dreading it if he really does want them to have sleep-overs on a regular basis.<br />
I won't stop it, I will smile and encourage it - I know they need their time with their Father.<br />
But that doesn't mean I won't be sad and emotional the first few times that that happens.<br />
<br />
..... don't suppose you guys wanna have a sleep over with me when that starts to happen???<br />
BYO Pillow &amp; Doona ....</span></span></span></div> ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[The Stranger, my smile and the reminder]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>96924</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-05-14 19:59:57</atom:updated>
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  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[I dropped Master 5 at kinder and Miss 8 at school on time to ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center"><b><span style="color: #333399"><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="font-family: Verdana">I dropped Master 5 at kinder and Miss 8 at school on time today!&nbsp; <br />
Which is always a challenge on my day off.&nbsp; <br />
Today is the beginning of Miss 8's schools book fair.<br />
Which is where popular and good children's books are on display for sale or just a browse. <br />
Miss 8 chose a dog book and was so excited about her purchase that left me with a nice warm feeling as I departed school.&nbsp; <br />
<br />
I also ran into a good friend of mine at the book fair who is a teacher at Miss 8's school. She's been a tower of strength for me during my separation.&nbsp; She's&nbsp;a lovely lady, &nbsp;wise and has&nbsp; impeccable taste and Im so glad she's allowed me to be a part of her circle fo friends.&nbsp; <br />
<br />
Last time we had dinner together (last Friday) I shared with her my little secret world here on Thoughts.com.&nbsp; She told me she'd read a few of my entries.&nbsp; She was very complimentary and told me I write so well, and she loved the ones she'd so far read.&nbsp; <br />
Coming from a teacher this was a huge compliment.<br />
She also reminded me how I often get addicted to things and put my all into them, until I find another thing to become passionate about.<br />
I smiled at that, yes I do do that.&nbsp; I get addicted to things until I lose interest.&nbsp; But somehow I think Thoughts.com will be different - mainly because of all the wonderful people I've met in here.<br />
<br />
Heading home to a morning of &quot;ME&quot; time ... well housework and ME time I decided to deviate and grab a treat for myself.<br />
A Caramel Latte at my local McDonalds McCafe.<br />
<br />
Ordering the biggest latte available I stood waiting dreamily staring outside at the gorgeous sunny morning.&nbsp; <br />
I noticed the sky blue, clear and crisp.&nbsp; I noticed some nearby mountains looking so inviting.&nbsp; Wow what a great day.&nbsp; Then I noticed a man heading my way, unintentionally I met his eye, he smiled at me.&nbsp; So I automatically smiled back.<br />
<br />
&quot;Ahh that's better,&quot; he said. &quot;You have such a great&nbsp;smile, you should use it.&quot;<br />
&quot;Oh thank you.&quot; I replied a little surprised.&nbsp; <br />
He continued on his way, I continued to wait for my coffee.<br />
<br />
Now this guy wore one of those fluoro yellow shirts, the one that alot of tradesmen wear here.&nbsp; So they are noticed and stand out for safety purposes.&nbsp; When he walked back passed me I noticed his shirt&nbsp;and he stopped once again in front of me and said.<br />
<br />
&quot;You know you should smile more often.&nbsp;&quot;<br />
&quot;Yes, you are probably right,&quot; I replied, trying to smile - a tad exaggerated I guess.<br />
&quot;We shouldn't let what is going on out there [he motioned out the door] get us down.&nbsp; We should always search for whatever it is inside us that triggers that smile.&quot;<br />
&quot;Oh I know, but it's a great day out there today.&quot; I reply trying to make light. <br />
&quot;And also it makes people wonder what you are up to when you smile.&quot; I again joked.<br />
<br />
&quot;Ahh yes, that too.&quot; He said his brows knitting together. <br />
&quot;Have a great day.&quot; I said as he continued on his path again.<br />
&quot;You too,&quot; he responded.<br />
<br />
My latte was now ready and as I grabbed it I noticed the man do a 360 and head out the exit that I was going.<br />
<br />
He could not have known I was headed that way, so I thanked him as he held the door open for me.<br />
<br />
That is when he asked me if I knew the secret to triggering an automatic smile.<br />
<br />
I was genuinely interested because I thought I could share this experience with all my friends here in thoughts and maybe we can all learn the secret together!<br />
<br />
&quot;Well,&quot; he began.&nbsp; &quot;We all know our weaknesses and we tend to concentrate on them.&nbsp; But what we need to do is recognise our strengths.&nbsp; Work on those strengths and anytime we think of a weakness we need to vanquish them and know our strengths are stronger than them.&quot;<br />
<br />
&quot;Do you know what I mean?&quot; He asked.<br />
<br />
I nodded and thought about my weaknesses.&nbsp; foty came to mind, but I knew I was well on the way to vanquishing him (love that term).&nbsp; Insecurities - we all have those.&nbsp; For me being an emotional &amp; open person at times can be a weakness.&nbsp; My children, they are my weakness but they are also my greatest strength.<br />
My addictive personality - that could be a weakness but also a strength.<br />
<br />
He went on to say that as we work on turning our weaknesses into strengths we should smile each time we realise how far we've come.&nbsp; Our smile is&nbsp;the best trigger we could use as a reminder.<br />
<br />
Now this guy is a total stranger, I've never met him before, but he was speaking volumes to me.<br />
I nodded as he shared his thoughts with me, and I smiled as he made points that I knew, but sometimes forgot.<br />
<br />
Once he'd finished, I smiled and wished him a good day, and then I thanked him for sharing.<br />
He ended with, <br />
<br />
&quot;No thank you for sharing your smile with me.&quot;&nbsp; Then he went back into McDonalds and I drove home.<br />
<br />
Wow, what a wonderful experience I just had.&nbsp; I wanted to share this with you and hope you all get the opportunity to share your smile with a complete stranger today and every day.<br />
You never know what gift you are giving to another <br />
by just sharing a smile.<br />
<br />
My reward was meeting a very positive man who just wanted to share his approach to smiling, and he's made my day even better<br />
... wow!</span></span></span></b></div> ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[Well I guess I'm really getting divorced!]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>96702</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-05-14 07:31:22</atom:updated>
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  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[Came home late today with my munchkins.&nbsp; Miss 8 had dan ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <span style="color: #800080"><span style="font-size: medium"><span><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS">Came home late today with my munchkins.&nbsp; Miss 8 had dancing, Master 5 was playing at a friends and I got a new &quot;hair doo&quot;.&nbsp; It was dark when I put my hand inside the mailbox.&nbsp; I felt the delivery of envelopes and dragged them out hoping there were no nasty &quot;</span></span></span></span><span style="color: #800080"><span style="font-size: medium"><a href="http://www.austmus.gov.au/factsheets/white_tailed_spider.htm"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS">white tail spiders</span></a></span></span><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #800080"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS">&quot; on my letters. Unlike the huntsman, I don't like these spiders!<br />
<br />
When we got inside into the light I had a quick flick through the mail.&nbsp; A bill, some photo's, lots of junk mail, and a letter from my Lawyer!&nbsp; I set it on the bench and got busy cooking dinner.<br />
<br />
Curiosity getting the better of me I finally opened the letter and it read :-<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">&quot;..... the joint Application for Divorce is listed for hearing in the Federal Magistrates' court at Melbourne on 3 June 2008 at 9:15am.&nbsp; We confirm that you will not need to attend Court on this day. &quot;<br />
</span><br />
Once again it says I don't need to attend Court ..... I don't need to!&nbsp; But foty does!&nbsp; Anybody else hear alarm bells?&nbsp; I don't particularly want to be there - no doubt SHE will also be there by his side, holding his hand with her diamond rock engagement ring weighing them both down.<br />
<br />
But what could possibly happen if I wasn't there?&nbsp; Surely if there was any danger of him being able to defame me or our situation I would need to be there??&nbsp; Our settlement/financial agreements are already approved by the courts.&nbsp; We have an agreement in regards to the kids - that is we will both parent the children as agreed - also approved by the courts.&nbsp; So what could me not going alter?<br />
<br />
If there are any legal eagles out there from Australia - would you mind throwing some advice here .... <br />
<br />
Anyway as always letters such as this from a lawyer remind me of the last year of my life.&nbsp; They kinda get me down a little and make me think of what's lost, the impact it's had on me, the impact it has on my children.&nbsp; Not nice at all.&nbsp; Oh I know I've moved on, I know he wasn't worth the paper our marriage was printed on.&nbsp; But I chose him, I persisted with him, and now he's made his choices and I have had to deal with&nbsp;his&nbsp;actions.<br />
<br />
Anyway, so there it is, the third last stage of the &quot;legal&quot; end of my marriage. The second final stage of this circus will be when I receive the official &quot;You are divorced&quot; certificate and the final stage will be when I pay foty out the final settlement amount by 28 February 2010!<br />
<br />
Such is life!</span></span></span> ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[It's a girl thing .... really it is !]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>96291</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-05-13 08:32:49</atom:updated>
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  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[I have this habit or should I say I have an annoying saying  ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center"><span style="color: #339966"><span style="font-size: larger"><span style="font-family: Arial">I have this habit or should I say I have an annoying saying which BE has probably gotten sick of and that is the justification of&nbsp;things men do with the comment :-<br />
<br />
&quot;Oh he's/you're JUST A BOY!&quot;<br />
or<br />
&quot;He's being such a BOY&quot;<br />
<br />
Usually I'm referring to something Master 5 does, is doing or is about to do!&nbsp; <br />
You know like kick the footy inside, punch Miss 8 because she makes him so mad he can't express himself,&nbsp; pulling the cat's tail&nbsp; (no wonder the cat attacks me any chance it gets!).<br />
<br />
But I must admit often I label the adult males that are <br />
around me the same way I do with Master 5.&nbsp; <br />
<br />
Granted it is true most (hanging neck in noose) <br />
I say most men Don't ever grow up!<br />
<br />
Take for example the other day at work.&nbsp; <br />
I went down to get coffee with 6 of the guys in my team.&nbsp; <br />
We were on our way back to the office when we <br />
notice this lady paying the parking meter.&nbsp; <br />
She's dropped a coin or two and has had to bend down to pick them up.<br />
She's wearing a tight skirt - mid thigh with splits up the side, <br />
and a shirt which is a little bit lower than the average corporate look.&nbsp; <br />
Okay so she is eye catching, I did notice her, sure, <br />
but when I look back at the guys I'm walking with <br />
I notice every single one of them have their mouths <br />
open and their eyes bulging!&nbsp;&nbsp; Then I hear one say <br />
&quot;Yer but I'd never get any work done! <br />
Wouldn't be able to leave my desk... if you know what I mean!&quot;<br />
<br />
I turn to the only one walking next to me - <br />
who is laughing at his &quot;mates&quot; and I say<br />
&quot;Oh they are such boys!&quot;&nbsp; to which he answers -&nbsp; &quot;Was there ever any doubt?&quot;<br />
<br />
When sexist or &quot;sex related&quot; comments are made in place of a real answer, <br />
I usually answer &quot;You are such a boy!&quot;<br />
Like the other day, BOB (lady) at work and I were discussing <br />
photography, we are both mad keen on it. BOB says something about using a TRIPOD and HMWG stands up and says - &quot;Did you call me?&quot; <br />
- such a boy!!!!!<br />
<br />
Now tonight I'm a bit up and down emotion-wise,&nbsp; have to blame it on hormones <br />
(or as Blue describes it so well - the pending arrival of Aunt Flo)... <br />
and I am trying hard not to get bogged down with the little things... <br />
and it came to me .... I'm being such a girl!<br />
<br />
There are many things I do that you could say that for ... <br />
<br />
Like the need for reassurance (esp. this time of the cycle!)<br />
<br />
The doubting of things - even when you're told all is good (esp. this time of the cycle!)<br />
The fact that retail therapy is NOT an urban myth... <br />
It does actually work (anytime of the cycle!) LOL<br />
The committee we women form with our female friends - described&nbsp;as women going home after their dates and sitting down with their committee (good frineds) and analysing every detail of the male in question.&nbsp; <br />
I recall a boy saying it was a frightening thought!<br />
<br />
Um what else, or yerr ... talking on the phone for ages - that's gotta be a girl thing!<br />
Saying you are FINE when you really are not! - definitely a girl thing <br />
Refusing help when you need it - just to prove you can do it on your own ... .hhmm maybe thats a E2S thing! LOL<br />
Putting things away before they have been finished with by others - a girl thing<br />
Analysing and then over-analysing situations<br />
Reading into things when we should just take it for what it is!<br />
Hearing the words and believing them instead of twisting them to suit our mood.<br />
Putting lipstick on while sitting at a red light .. that's a girl thing<br />
Wanting to be held late at night - just held ... a girl thing<br />
Expecting foreplay .. now thats a girl thing<br />
<br />
Okay I'm getting a bit off the point now... but you get my drift?<br />
Please feel free to add your own<br />
GIRL THING Habit .... or BOY THING habit you do all the time, <br />
even though&nbsp;sometimes we do them subconsciously ...<br />
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[I hope it wasn't you .... ]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>96279</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-05-13 07:54:08</atom:updated>
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    				<![CDATA[ <span style="font-size: larger">I received a very funny email from a fellow blogger on here ... another Aussie ... <br />
Come on Down KP!!!!<br />
<br />
KP had heard a news flash on the radio while doing the school pick up ... anyway she said it so well I'm just gonna paste it in here .... (hope you don't mind KP)<br />
</span>
<div style="text-align: center">&nbsp;</div>
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<div style="text-align: center"><span style="color: #993366"><i>Hi E2S, <br />
<br />
So I was driving back home from doing the school run, when I hear on the radio of an incident last night of a man being stab in your suburb. <br />
<br />
Had to chuckle to myself because the first thought that popped into my head was FOTY has finally pushed her over the edge. (All in a Joking way of course). So I hope it wasn't you, but if you need some witnesses, I am sure that most of the thoughts community will stand up for you.<br />
<br />
KP<br />
<br />
PS. Now I do hope that it wasn't someone you know, otherwise I have just put my foot in it big time.<br />
<br />
</i></span></div>
hmmm ... amazing what ideas spring to mind !!!! HAHA<br />
<br />
thanks KP </span> ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[All Bets are OFF - which way did you go??]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>96263</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-05-13 07:20:36</atom:updated>
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    				<![CDATA[ <span style="color: #800080"><span style="font-size: larger">I'm sure most of my family/friends here on thoughts would have expected FOTY to take GOLF over his kids .... and well for those of you silly enough to put money the other way ... guess what you were wrong.<br />
<br />
He emails me to let me know that he's going away this week-end ... I'm assuming for Golf, but never assume anything with him.&nbsp; He's just as likely to be going away &quot;with Her&quot; than with a golf stick.<br />
<br />
So that's fine, no real shock there, he's being typical, and again earning his FATHER OF THE YEAR (FOTY) title.<br />
But then the next sentence gets me ...<br />
<br />
<i><b>&quot;Also, do you or the kids use the laptop? I am finding myself needing to take work home, but I can't because of no computer.&nbsp; If you are not using it, would you mind if I collected it tonight?&quot;<br />
<br />
</b></i>Hello!!!! <br />
Which part of agreeing to be paid out financially for house and contents does he not get??<br />
<br />
Does he think that he can just &quot;borrow&quot; or &quot;take&quot; items from here as he pleases??<br />
Because we are SUCH good friends after he lies, cheats, abandons and neglects us??<br />
Does he not realise that the payout he is getting is paying for everything he's decided to GIVE UP??<br />
Plus I've paid him half of the settlement (thanks for family help) and it would buy him at least 20 laptops.<br />
<br />
So go buy yourself one you FOTY!<br />
Maybe her engagement ring cost more than the estimated $5000.???<br />
He's cut his rent in half by moving in with her, where's all his money going?<br />
<br />
I was so angry when I read that, I should have just replied NO YOU CAN&quot;T HAVE IT .. instead I replied :-<br />
<br />
<i><b>&quot;Yes the kids do use the laptop for games when they are at Mum &amp; Dad's ... it is curently there.&quot;<br />
<br />
</b></i>This is a double edged sword&nbsp;for him&nbsp;- there is NO WAY he'll try to get it from my Mum &amp; Dad's and if he did it would&nbsp; APPEAR that he is taking something (else) from his kids!&nbsp; He's very much about appearance and image.<br />
<br />
Not surprisingly I didn't hear from him again.<br />
Even when he came around for his 1.5 hours contact time with the kids.<br />
<br />
Oh and another thing while I'm on the FOTY FILES ... we got a postcard from his Dad &amp; his Dad's girlfriend the other day.&nbsp; They are travelling around Europe, currently in Croatia.<br />
The postcard is address to Miss 8 &amp; Master 5 ... no greeting to me, no mention to me ... this disappoints me - I live here too, I am his grandchildren's mother - I deserve more respect than that.<br />
<br />
I thought we got along ok - however I guess my comment to FOTY in anger one day of <br />
<br />
&quot;<b>His Dad must be so proud that he is following in his footsteps </b>...&quot;<br />
or<br />
the fact I let him know people at work and socially are saying things like <br />
<br />
&quot;<b>Like Father Like Son</b>&quot;<br />
&amp;<br />
&quot;<b>The Apple never falls far from the Tree</b>&quot;<br />
<br />
must have gotten to his Dad - who I always respected (not for his family values!)<br />
<br />
Incidentally his Dad cheated on his mum 9 years ago - with a lady at work .. also younger (young enough to be his daughter ... only 1 year older than FOTY) ...&nbsp; so you know the Truth hurts I guess!<br />
<br />
Apologies if I sound particularly bitter, but sometimes I just am!</span></span> ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[Calling for a DNA Test]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>96250</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-05-13 07:06:15</atom:updated>
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    				<![CDATA[ <span style="font-size: larger">A few weeks back you may recall I received an email from my sister asking why I wanted to &quot;reconnect&quot; with long lost relatives and yet didn't want to re-connect with her.<br />
My reply to her was pretty straight forward (</span><a href="http://www.thoughts.com/Easytosay/blog/sisterswhod-have-em-90730/"><span style="font-size: larger">click here to refer to previous blog</span></a><span style="font-size: larger">)<br />
and went something like this :-<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #0000ff"><i>We are friends as well as sisters, but we are very different. We travel in different circles, we have different responsibilities, different goals, wants and needs.<br />
<br />
I have children and they are my Number 1 priority. You know I am a single mother.<br />
I am also trying to meet some tough challenges at work - So most of my spare time goes to this, <br />
<br />
I have to say I was a little disapointed with how you reacted to Master 5 when you were here the other Sunday. <br />
He was so pleased to see you and was so proud of his PS2 game level and you told him you didn't want to see it. It would have taken you 5 minutes to go take a look and tell him how impressed you were. But instead you insisted on burning those DVD's even after I told you it was not necessary.<br />
<br />
Miss 8 loves seeing you too. But I notice sometimes you joke with her and are sometimes sarcastic (in fun I know) but kids thrive on attention - positive attention. Sarcasm is lost of kids, who often feel like they are being made fun of.<br />
<br />
I also feel sometimes that if I ask you a favour, you expect something in return. <br />
<br />
Sometimes when I do try to discuss things with you, instead of listening, you tell me your opinion on it. <br />
You shot me down.<br />
</i></span><i><br />
** I have reduced this for boredom and privacy reasons (LOL)<br />
</i><br />
Her response was this&nbsp; (once again abridged!):-<br />
</span>
<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: larger"><i><span style="color: #339966">I know you're children are you're number 1 priority, as they should be, and im not suggesting that changes. <br />
<br />
When i dropped in the other night, i was tired, i had already gone and watched Master 5 playing PS2 and i didn't want to have to keep getting up and going to see each different character, it doesnt interest me and perhaps rather than tell me you're disappointed cause i wouldn't do what he wanted me to do, you could've explained to him that i don't like computer games? In my opinion he spends far too much time playing those computer games. Computer games do not interest me, neither do watching movies, when im only dropping in for a short visit. <br />
<br />
I am sorry if you feel i shut you down with the guy in America, but i've had lots of conversations with people online, and you used to tell me i should do the online thing and go out and find a boyfriend etc, well it aint that easy. I've met many losers, freaks, people who pretend they are someone else online and i was concerned that's the last thing you needed at the moment. <br />
<br />
I don't want to mention to you or anyone i want to come around, i want to receive an invitation to visit. <br />
<br />
</span></i></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left"><span style="font-size: larger"><span style="">My response?? I didn't respond, I don't need this at the moment, I have enough to deal with!<br />
Then I get a phone message from her - which was abrupt and just asks me to call her.<br />
So I do.<br />
<br />
She is okay to start with, lecturing me how we should be &quot;making&quot; our Mum do more brain exercises to make her more alert and more motivated.&nbsp; 10 years after the brain surgery and she wants to change the habits/lifestyle of our Mum &amp; Dad!&nbsp; If my Dad thought this was a good Idea I'd push it.&nbsp; But Mum &amp; Dad are happy.<br />
<br />
Then we get into the email conversation.&nbsp; She tells me that I should not have told her I was disappointed with her approach to Master 5.&nbsp; She tells me her friends who have kids tell their kids to &quot;leave her alone&quot; if they &quot;bother&quot; her too much.&nbsp; She said she had come around to basically see me and do the DVD's for me - which I was grateful for, but DID NOT ASK FOR!<br />
<br />
Now she's had a go at me a few times about Master 5 playing computer games (PS2, N-DS,) or watching TV at my mum's when she visits during the day (and I'm at work).&nbsp; She's told me (as she did in the email) that he does it TOO MUCH! and it is NOT RIGHT!<br />
Now she doesn't see him other than the 2 hours or so she's at my parents, she doesn't see him playing in the street after school, she doesn't see him running around at Gymnastics or Karate.<br />
<br />
So anyway I tell her that maybe if she paid more attention to him in his home then maybe he'd be interested in &quot;playing&quot; with her when she's at my parents house.&nbsp; She repeats that she didn't come to play with the kids.<br />
<br />
This gets my shackles up.&nbsp; I explain to her that if she comes to my house, then she will need to interact with my children, Her niece &amp; nephew as well.&nbsp; And that i will NOT tell my children to &quot;Leave her alone&quot;. (unless they are being silly, but they just wanted her attention)<br />
<br />
She says that I'm being unfair!!<br />
I explain that my family is a UNIT! and again if she comes over then I expect her to be cordial to the kids and it is not the 16th century where children are seen but not heard.<br />
<br />
My blood is boiling, but I notice Miss 8 starting to listen. So I speak sternly and tell her very slowly<br />
If she does not want to interact with my children as well, then don't come to my house.<br />
<br />
She gets angry back and says &quot;Fine, I won't come to your house, ever again! Okay, I won't come ever again. BYE!&quot; With that she hangs up on me.<br />
<br />
Fuming I call my parents and warn them what's just happened and what is going to happen..... sure enough she tries to call them.&nbsp; Dad says he'd better go deal with it!<br />
<br />
That was last Saturday.&nbsp; I saw her at Mum's on mothers Day and she said Hi &amp; Bye to me at the appropriate times, interacted a little with Miss 8, but basically sat at the table &quot;Playing&quot; on her laptop!<br />
<br />
Tonight I speak to my Dad and he says he wants to talk to me about it.<br />
He knows I couldn't be bothered, and I've got a stack on my plate, but he believes family is family no matter what. We agree to talk about it later.&nbsp;&nbsp; But I will be demanding a DNA test before agreeing to too much more!!<br />
<br />
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[Tuesday Funny....]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>96249</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-05-13 06:34:30</atom:updated>
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: larger"><span style="font-family: Tahoma"><span>Remember the funny guy at my work?? Or should I say Ebola guy or lost his Sneeze guy, well he told us another joke yesterday, we thought it was funny so I thought I'd share it....<br />
<br />
This guy comes home from work, jumps into his recliner chair, <br />
grabs the remote turns the tv on and yells to his wife,<br />
<b>&quot;Honey, could you grab me a beer before it starts?&quot;</b><br />
<br />
His wife grabs him a can out of the fridge and he drinks it down.<br />
Ah that hit the spot he thinks, then still holding the remote he says to his wife,<br />
<b>&quot;Honey, quick could you grab me another beer before it starts?&quot;<br />
</b><br />
So she grabs him a beer and he drinks it down.<br />
again&nbsp;he says<br />
<b>&quot;Honey, quick could you grab me another&nbsp;beer before it starts?&quot;<br />
<br />
</b>Once again she grabs him a beer and he drinks it down.<br />
once again he says<br />
<b>&quot;Honey, quick could you grab me another beer before it starts?&quot;<br />
<br />
</b>Flustered she turns to him and says<br />
<b>&quot;Hang on a minute, you've been home 5 minutes, you sit in your chair, you turn the tv on and you start drinking beer, you haven't asked me how my day was,&nbsp;how I'm feeling, or even said hello .....&quot;<br />
<br />
</b>He looks up and her and sighs and says <br />
<b><br />
&quot;Arghhh it's started!&quot;</b></span></span></span></div> ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[Mothers Day 2008 - Part 1]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>95537</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-05-11 09:23:41</atom:updated>
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    				<![CDATA[ <p><span style="font-family: Verdana"><span style="font-size: smaller">My Mothers Day started with Master 5's warm little arms around my neck as he snuggled in at 6am.<br />
Then at 6:30am Miss 8 announced in the doorway that it was Mothers Day, and did I want breakfast yet!<br />
<br />
Smiling but still tired, I suggested she wait until at least 8am ... and hey come jump into bed with us!<br />
So she did, and all three of us fell asleep.<br />
<br />
Now I have to explain something here, Miss 8 was all excited about giving me breakfast in bed, she'd planned a bowl of Nutri Grain with Master 5, because she said she didn't know how to cook me Bacon &amp; Eggs.!!! Very cute.<br />
I didn't mind, I'm not a big Bacon &amp; Eggs eater.<br />
Last night when we were discussing this she asked what time I would like to be woken up for breakfast (she's an early riser) and it went something like this ...<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ff00ff">&quot;What time do you want breakfast in bed?&quot;<br />
</span>&quot;Eleven sounds good!&quot;<br />
<span style="color: #ff00ff">&quot;Eleven!!!!! *laugh* How about Seven.&quot;<br />
</span>&quot;Nah, TEN then ...?&quot;<br />
<span style="color: #ff00ff">&quot;TEN!!! *shriek*&nbsp; .... Seven Thirty?&quot;<br />
</span>&quot;Okay, EIGHT o'clock and that's my last offer!&quot;<br />
<br />
Miss 8 woke again at 7:30am and dragged Master 5 out of bed.&nbsp; I heard the TV go on, and for a moment thought I was getting my 10am breakfast call.&nbsp; But then to my surprise and delight they appeared at my door singing ...<br />
<br />
&quot;Happy Mothers Day to You&quot;<br />
(to the tune of Happy birthday)<br />
<br />
Miss 8 had the bag of wrapped presents, Master 5 had the beautiful hand written card.<br />
I had a lovely time opening my gifts one of which was a &quot;HOUSE WORK VOUCHER&quot; made in computing classes at Miss 8's school. I also got a beautiful amulet - type necklace (which I really do like), a body &amp; room spray (both?? I know), and the book FOTY bought - exactly as requested!<br />
<br />
Next was breakfast, now Miss 8 decided Nutri-Grain wouldn't cut it - so I suggested she let me assist her to make me a &quot;cooked&quot; breakfast - being Ham, Cheese &amp; Tomato Croissant - grilled.&nbsp; She was happy with that, oh and a cup of coffee - she put the coffee in, I did the rest.<br />
<br />
Then when it was all ready, she brought it into me in bed.&nbsp; It was fantastic - she was so sweet, but a bit sad, because she wanted to be able to do it all by herself.&nbsp; I gave her a hug and thanked her and said it was all by herself ... nearly!<br />
<br />
After breakfast in bed, and a shower, we headed to the movies.&nbsp; We saw Nim's Island - nice movie.&nbsp; Then had McDonald's for lunch!!!&nbsp; Well I didn't want to cook!&nbsp; My munchkins wholeheartedly agreed ... funny about that.<br />
<br />
Then we visited my Mum who was really excited to see us all.&nbsp; We stayed there most of the afternoon.&nbsp; Then we came home and much to Miss 8's disgust I cooked dinner and did some household things!<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[Mothers Day 2008 - Part 2]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>95496</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-05-11 05:09:04</atom:updated>
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: left"><span style="font-size: smaller"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS">Yes you read it right - Mothers Day 2008 - Part 2 ... where is part 1 you might ask??&nbsp; Well Part 1 is the good bit of my day - which I will blog about ... but right now I am really angry.&nbsp; I had convinced myself all day that this was a great mothers day .... and it was.<br />
<br />
But then FOTY sends me a txt message - <br />
<i>&quot;Hope you are having a good day and that you enjoy the book&quot;<br />
<br />
</i>I reply - <br />
<i>&quot;Yes thank you ... appreciate you thinking of me! I'm sure I'll enjoy the book&quot;<br />
<br />
</i>I want to reply - What the F*CK do you care, you've made sure I DON'T enjoy them temporarily haven't you!<br />
Did I get a sleep in ?? NO<br />
Did I have to help my kids get me breakfast in bed?? YES<br />
Did I get the day off cooking, cleaning, doing the washing?? NO<br />
Thanks for your F*ckin help once again!!!<br />
<br />
But instead I bottled it in.&nbsp; Then after tea he calls from her house, Miss 8 puts him on LOUD speaker and he asks 20 questions about our Mothers Day!!! It is none of his F*cking business!!!&nbsp; Miss 8 starts asking me the answers to some of his questions - which I can't help but ask&nbsp;&nbsp; &quot;WHY?&nbsp; Why does he want to know that?&quot;<br />
Miss 8 .. or should I say Miss Perceptive - tunes out to his questions and starts watching TV.<br />
<br />
Lately Sunday evenings have turned into a little bit of a cupcake making session.&nbsp; Both Miss 8 and Master 5 relish the chance to prepare the ingredients, crack the egg, stir the mixture etc. etc.<br />
Well tonight all was going well until, Master 5 who is sitting up on the bench (where I had asked him NOT TO SIT) jumps down.&nbsp; In the process he knocks off my very favorite Candle/Oil burner which a friend gave to me.<br />
Of course it smashes everywhere.<br />
<br />
I lose the plot - I start yelling at him, and when Miss 8 tells me it was an accident (sticking up for her brother - just how I'd taught her), I yell at her.&nbsp; I remind her that she broke the last one I had!<br />
Master 5 tells me with as much sternness as he could muster that&nbsp;<br />
&nbsp;&quot;It was JUST an accident, Mum!&quot; <br />
<br />
I yell that if they'd just do what I wanted them to occassionally then accidents like that would not happen.<br />
I've really lost the plot at this stage, as I start feeling all ripped off and suddenly like the &quot;victim&quot; of my divorce, and I tell them to call their Dad, tell him to come and get them (I know - careful what you wish for! Right!).<br />
<br />
They say they don't want to go to their Dad's - I ignore this and suggest that maybe if they lived at their Dad's they might pay more attention to me.<br />
<br />
By this time Master 5 is scowling at me, Miss 8 is crying and I felt shit!<br />
My fault I know, not FOTY's but mine!<br />
<br />
I remember last year, our first mothers day alone, he said he MIGHT pop over to help Miss 8 prepare me at least&nbsp; one meal.&nbsp; Instead he didn't show up at all...... then I call him around 3:30pm to ask where he was ... .and you will believe this - although I didn't at the time ... he had been&nbsp;at the bloody golf club - just driving home to his apartment..... So he'd been 15 minutes from our house, knew it was going to be a hard day for all of us - but he chose to do 18 holes!!! thanks a lot MATE!<br />
<br />
BlueMoon if you're reading this - please keep me a padded cell next door - we could surely yell through the walls at each other.<br />
<br />
Anyway I calmed down, and sat with them while they watched Garfield.&nbsp; I apologised and told them I didn't mean it and I loved them dearly and they made my day fantastic - better than anybody could've.<br />
They said they loved me and forgave me and just wanted to sit with me....<br />
<br />
OH why oh why can such a nice day still be overshadowed by that person??<br />
<br />
<br />
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[Can't resist ... it's FOTY TIME]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>94957</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-05-09 09:29:19</atom:updated>
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    				<![CDATA[ <span style="color: #0000ff"><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="font-family: Arial">I've tried so hard today not to blog about him... I've been sitting on my hands in between dog, cat and ebola co-worker who lost his sneeze... but I have to, it's bugging me!!!&nbsp; So bear with me!<br />
<br />
Okay so here goes....<br />
<br />
Kaybee (my barely blogging friend) has two beautiful children, and one of them, her baby girl is turning 6 this week, and well her birthday party is on a Saturday at 3pm.<br />
<br />
Yes alarm bells are ringing, balloons are falling ... Saturday is FOTY DAY!!!&nbsp; But Kaybee and family are true family friends and my kids wanna go to their birthday party.<br />
<br />
So I email FOTY and let him know, I suggest he could return the kids direct to the play centre at 3pm where the party is being held - if that is ok with him, since it is his 7 hours I'm eating into!!<br />
<br />
I was also going to suggest he have the kids on the Sunday instead if he is concerned about those missing 2 hours! Fairs fair ? right?<br />
<br />
And unbeknowns to him, I'd been talking the kids into maybe staying at his house on the FRIDAY night also so he could get more time with them... they were half convinced too! <br />
But now I'm stopping.... as he may not even be available and I don't want to disappoint the kids by convincing them it'll be great fun.... but still the kids may raise it tomorrow??<br />
<br />
So waiting waiting, finally he emails me back saying &quot;Ironically, I've been invited to play golf in Echuca that week-end.&nbsp; But I'm not sure if I can afford it!&nbsp; So can I get back to you?&quot;<br />
<br />
Well this is the TYPICAL response I expect to get. You know tough decision right?? <br />
Play Golf or spend time with your kids, Play golf ....ahhh ... what the!? ....&nbsp; the other thing that annoys me about this is that the party/golf&nbsp;weekend is not this one, but the next one, so I wonder how long he was going to wait to tell me, if I hadn't raised the date conflict first!?<br />
<br />
Oh and the other thing ... how can he not afford it?? I've already paid him half the settlement amount, which should enable him to play golf week-ends for at least 3 years!!!!!! By which time I am supposed to pay him out the other half ... so there's another 3 years of golf week-ends!<br />
<br />
So you see, I keep pushing, keep trying to give him the opportunities... but he just doesn't want them!</span></span></span> ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[The dog, the cat and the blood stained wall]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>94951</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-05-09 09:05:55</atom:updated>
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  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[I've talked about the cat on here before.. the kitten... the ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="font-family: Arial"><span style="color: #800080"><span>I've talked about the cat on here before.. the kitten... the devil ... the re-creation of the ALIEN SCENE!!<br />
So it will be no surprise when you finish reading this blog.<br />
<br />
What usually happens in our house is <br />
the cat wants to get OUT and the dog wants to get IN.<br />
So when the weather is good and the kids are going in and out of the doors, it is a never ending battle to stop the cat from escaping and the dog from intruding!<br />
<br />
When the cat gets OUT the dog dominates the cat. The dog who is a Jack Russell x Fox Terrier, isn't much bigger than the cat, but he jumps up and down, and tackles the cat, <br />
playing with him nipping at his neck.<br />
Eventually unless the cat finds a good spot to hide <br />
- which isn't very often, we have to save the cat.<br />
<br />
But when the dog gets in, that is a slightly different scenario.<br />
The dog who is usually running away from us trying <br />
to catch him, is also being pursued by the cat.<br />
The cat runs at him and does flying leaps onto his head, sometimes knocking the dog over.<br />
The dog returns the favour and runs at him.&nbsp; <br />
But the cat definitely has the upper paw in this game.<br />
<br />
I've often stood back and watched with amusement as they chase each other around, and the kids try to catch one or both of them. But the other night blood was shed!<br />
<br />
The usual chasing game was in progress, with the cat doing a flying leap off the table onto the dogs back, the dog recovering and going after the cat.&nbsp; We were standing back laughing when Miss 8 exclaims &quot;What's that on the wall?&quot;<br />
What's that indeed I ask taking a closer look.&nbsp; <br />
As I'm moving to the wall, Miss 8 again exclaims <br />
&quot;What's on the dog's back!? What's that red stuff!&quot;<br />
<br />
Ooo oh, I think to myself, games over!<br />
When I realise it is the dog that is bleeding profusely from his ear, I remove my white jacket (oh come on it's one of my favorites!!) and start the capture game... which isn't easy and those who have these small quick dogs would know that they can fit more places than we can!<br />
<br />
Finally I catch the dog, and with tissue in hand I take him outside.&nbsp; It appears the cat has punctured his right ear, and there is blood dripping out.&nbsp; Putting my first aid training in place ... oh and my dog training days in place, I hold the tissue onto his ear and press slightly to stop the bleeding!<br />
<br />
Thankfully it stops and no VET visit is required - they are more expensive than the dentist nowadays.<br />
<br />
The kids are still shrieking, Miss 8 wants the dog inside, Master 5 wants the cat to be thrown out!<br />
I shake my head and start cleaning the blood that has been splattered across the dining room wall.<br />
I think I've got it all off ... <br />
but have given the kids a stern lecture that <br />
it could've been the dogs eye ... <br />
and that wouldn't be very good.&nbsp; <br />
Master 5 asks if the dog can now wear an earring!</span></span></span></span></div> ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[Please DO TRY THIS at HOME]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>94927</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-05-09 08:16:31</atom:updated>
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  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[Today was an interesting Friday with too much time spent in  ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center"><span style="color: #339966"><span style="font-size: larger"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS">Today was an interesting Friday with too much time spent in a team meeting.&nbsp; <br />
Now those of you who attend regular team meetings <br />
will probably face the same routine.<br />
<br />
Boss reads through minutes, everybody sits there dozing, oh except the minute taker (me - today!) and when he reads out an action that is related to you - you simply say &quot;Oh I haven't had a chance to do that yet!&quot;<br />
Boss gets red faced, minute taker carries over action ... move on.<br />
<br />
After the meeting which finishes at lunch time I was sitting back at my desk receiving some instruction from the guy next to me..... <br />
Now I have to set the scene for this guy.<br />
He is FUNNY! He always manages to crack me up,<br />
and I don't just mean I have a giggle,<br />
&nbsp;I mean he often gets me laughing so hard I can't breath <br />
and when the air is again released I make an embarrasing squealling sound .. <br />
or worse my mouth gets locked OPEN and nothing comes out at all.<br />
All the while I have tears rolling down my face <br />
and I can't concentrate for a good while afterwards.<br />
You know with the &quot;after Giggles&quot; like the after shocks of an earth quake.&nbsp; By which time the joke is over so people start thinking I'm insane.<br />
<br />
So first he starts telling me about how he had a coughing fit on the way home in the train last night.&nbsp;&nbsp; And how the people around him must have thought he had the EBOLA virus.&nbsp; Now he is very animated when he tells of his train trips <br />
- so forgive me if you don't find this amusing.<br />
<br />
He couldn't stop coughing and spluttering as his face turned red.&nbsp; Then he began&nbsp; wheezing in between coughs, his eyes start watering and he stops breathing for a few seconds, then the tears start rolling down his face as his heavy set body rocks back and forwards with the non stop coughs.&nbsp; Apparently this goes on for a few minutes and people far enough away stare at him, whilst those close by start moving away from him. Nobody tries to help him, even though, according to him, the heimlich manouvre was on the cards.&nbsp; As he calms down he notices people still moving away from him!&nbsp; <br />
<br />
I am laughing at his descriptions ... and then he starts telling me a joke about <br />
The Midget who has escaped from prison ....... <br />
he describes it as &quot;A MEDIUM AT LARGE&quot;<br />
<br />
So far I'm just laughing at his &quot;sick&quot; sense of humour ... then he decides he needs to finish helping me cause he needs to get back to work.&nbsp; <br />
I agree and compose myself!<br />
<br />
Then all of a sudden he stops, he grabs a tissue and holds it poised in front of his face ... I see him take a breath in and before anything could happen, I yell<br />
<br />
&quot;BLESS YOU!&quot;<br />
<br />
That was it, the sneeze he was building up for GONE!<br />
He looks at me ... and breaks into this smile <br />
<br />
&quot;You, stopped it!&nbsp; You knew I was going to sneeze and you stopped it!&quot;<br />
<br />
By this time I'm laughing so hard I can't breath, <br />
he looks at me and starts laughing too.<br />
&quot;You bitch, &quot; he says fondly laughing harder.&nbsp; <br />
&quot;You took my sneeze away!&quot;<br />
This makes me laugh more, and I get that squeaky, <br />
noise escape while I&quot;m trying to catch my breath.<br />
<br />
Both of us are killing ourselves laughing <br />
while others around us are staring in wonder.<br />
<br />
So my friends if you have someone lining themselves up <br />
for a sneeze and you want to see something funny.<br />
Say BLESS YOU really loudly or whatever you normally say when someone <br />
has sneezed and see if it upsets <br />
their concentration, and scares the SNEEZE AWAY.<br />
<br />
Maybe I was just working too hard!!! <br />
LOL&nbsp; But it certainly tickled my fancy for the afternoon.</span></span></span></div> ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[Planning my "D" Party... wanna come??]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>94182</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-05-07 12:10:58</atom:updated>
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  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[With the thought that I've actually dodged a bullet with FOT ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center"><span style="color: #800000"><span style="font-size: larger"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS">With the thought that I've actually dodged a bullet with FOTY showing his true colors before I was too old to start a new life, <br />
I've been contemplating having a &quot;D&quot; Party.<br />
<br />
Which would of course consist of the guests all coming dressed as something beginning with &quot;D&quot;. Now I would be able to go as I am ... <br />
because&nbsp;I would be a &quot;DIVORCEE&quot;.<br />
I thought I could copy the Divorce certificate and laminate the copy and pin it to my back.&nbsp; I could also put a &quot;WHITE&quot; mark on my wedding finger where my rings used to sit!<br />
<br />
There would of course be DRINKS and DIPS at this party and a DJ.<br />
I thought I could also insist on some DANCING and DAIQUIRI's.&nbsp; Which could lead to some DASTARDLY behaviour, which wouldn't end until DAWN.<br />
<br />
I could hire a DEADPAN comedian who could DEAL out the DIRT on DADDY!<br />
We could DEBATE on his DEBUNK personality!<br />
We could make a DECISION and DECLARE him a DICKHEAD!!!<br />
And i could DEDICATE my now DEFUNCT marriage <br />
to his DEVIOUS DRAGON DAME (JS).<br />
<br />
I could DISCUSS the DEFILING of his err ummm DICK size, .... hmmm no that's not DELIBERATE, thats just being a little too DETAILED!<br />
<br />
I will DETERMINE that he has finally been DETHRONED as any sort of DETERMINABLE&nbsp; DISTRACTION in my life, and DELETE him!<br />
<br />
So come along and roll the DICE, and of course go home DRUNK with the DIAGNOSIS that FOTY only Speaks DIARRHOEA and should be DISPOSED of!<br />
<br />
Dogs would be allowed, so long as they were either a DACHSHUND, DALMATION or DOBERMAN.&nbsp; Never know they may need to DISTINGUISH gate crashers.<br />
<br />
You all are welcome... nominate your &quot;D&quot;isguise now!! :)<br />
<br />
But no DUMB-ASSES .. so sorry Foty .... you can't come!</span></span></span></div> ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[Yes I signed the bloody papers!!!]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>94172</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-05-07 11:38:15</atom:updated>
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  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[Foty calls to speak to Miss 8 tonight, and she's chatting aw ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center"><span style="color: #800080"><span style="font-size: larger"><span style="font-family: Arial">Foty calls to speak to Miss 8 tonight, and she's chatting away <br />
and then gets this &quot;stinky&quot; look on her face and hands me the phone......<br />
<br />
&quot;He wants to talk to you! I DONT know why&quot; she snips.<br />
<br />
He wants to know whether I signed the Divorce papers or not .. so I tell him <br />
&quot;YES I did, so now you can LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER!&quot;<br />
<br />
He says a lame &quot;Thank you&quot; and continues asking questions<br />
- what did they say about joint application vs Sole etc etc.<br />
- how much was it costing me (remember he offered to pay all costs!!)<br />
- how long would it take etc etc.<br />
- was there a court date?<br />
<br />
I guess he's digging - he's NOT a details man, and I could imagine her in the car - asking questions quietly ... haha like I used to!&nbsp; Plus if he asks his solicitor these questions it's costing him $300+ per hour ... and they do charge part there of's. (Bloody legal eagles!!)<br />
<br />
So I tell him what I think he should know, including that he has to go to court on the actual hearing day and that I do not.&nbsp; He is not happy about that.&nbsp; I tell him neither am I because he could spin BS about me if he wants to.&nbsp; I let him know that if he does that then the judge may not grant the divorce.&nbsp; I cite a friends case where the husband tells them he sees the kids rarely, so the judge tells him to go sort it out and come back 6 months later.<br />
<br />
So I'm wondering if 8.5 hours a week - no overnighters will satisfy a judge.... <br />
I'm thinking NOT.&nbsp; Without me there to clarify things, I'm sure he'll spin some crap and increase that to overnighters or at least more hours - in theory anyway.<br />
<br />
He welcomes me to come on the court date - <br />
I tell him &quot;Yes I would like this rubbed in my face even more!&quot;<br />
He says he gets that, but if I want to come I should. <br />
I tell him no, He's got what he wants, I've signed the papers.&nbsp; <br />
I take my cue and say &quot;Like I had any choice in the matter.&quot;&nbsp; <br />
He lamely thanks me again... what a poof!<br />
<br />
Then I point out that he couldn't even put down <br />
the correct wedding date on the paperwork, this irks me .. <br />
but I know once again he's NOT a details man... <br />
but surely your wedding date - or at least the year of it - <br />
which is the bit he got wrong is easy to remember.&nbsp; <br />
Especially when it was 10 years ago <br />
(well 11 if you count this Final year apart).<br />
He asks me what he put ... and get his ... <br />
he says &quot;So what should it have been!&quot;<br />
I say &quot;I am not even going to answer that!&quot;<br />
<br />
Now my solicitor is only going to charge me $50 for the chat we had, and for him witnessing me signing the paperwork.... <br />
So when FOTY asks how much, I tell him I'm not sure ... <br />
my evil twin wants to charge him for a few extra things - and my evil twin is wondering how much that GPS would be .. <br />
and whether FOTY would be able to catch me out .<br />
Of course the good twin is saying just tell him the truth .. but my evil blogging twin is sayind $300 sounds good! haha....<br />
<br />
Anyway - I'll be divorced officially in about 6 weeks - so I guess I'll have a party and celebrate, but I'll probably be a little sad too - but hey that's life isn't it.</span></span></span></div> ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[All I want for Mothers Day is a GPS]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>94163</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-05-07 11:18:04</atom:updated>
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  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[I've been singing this in my head to the tune of &quot;All I ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center"><span style="color: #0000ff"><span style="font-size: larger"><span style="font-family: Arial">I've been singing this in my head to the tune of &quot;All I want for christmas is my two front teeth!&quot; since the start of the week.&nbsp;&nbsp; Oh I know I am not going to get a GPS or a SATNAV but..... and honestly it's not high on my &quot;needs to have&quot; list.....&nbsp;but I'd really love one.<br />
<br />
But gone are the days of &quot;really&quot; wanting something and just getting it.&nbsp; <br />
That is something that FOTY &amp; I were bad at - impulse buys.<br />
<br />
See the thing is, I am geographically challenged.&nbsp; I'll admit it.<br />
In the past 12 months, this has been proven many times - <br />
but fortunately nowadays it is only the kids <br />
and myself in the car, so I often get away with it.<br />
<br />
Except the night of FOTY's mum's wedding, it's 11pm at night, we are in outback Frankston, 40 minutes from home.&nbsp; We have to be up the next morning at 6am to leave for the airport ... and what do i do??<br />
I turn the wrong way out of a street and head in the <br />
completely opposite direction than I need to go.<br />
<br />
I'm driving along unfamiliar roads, mind you the correct direction would have been similar in that it was unfamiliar.&nbsp; I don't go to this neck of Melbourne much at all.&nbsp; Suddenly I realise the signs are not saying what I would expect them to say.&nbsp; There is no Melbourne xx kms away, but there are other suburbs listed&nbsp;.. <br />
which&nbsp;means oo Oh I'm going the wrong way.<br />
<br />
So I turn around and head back to where I started.&nbsp; <br />
I begin to doubt myself so I pull over and grab the MELWAYS (maps of Victoria).&nbsp; <br />
I look up my location, turn the map the right way ... ie. so that it is upside down but the road I'm on is heading the same direction as the rotated map .. and I head off again.<br />
But here's where a GPS would come in handy..... I miss the turn off back towards the right street.... If I had a satnav or GPS I would have had an annoying (most likely american - no offense) voice telling me to turn left at next street.&nbsp; Ended up getting it right eventually, and got home around midnight!<br />
<br />
You see I think my problem is FOTY used to drive everywhere when we went places.&nbsp; Not the problem, the problem was I never used to &quot;watch&quot; where we were going, so I wouldn't remember.&nbsp; Not sure what I did watch when we were driving places.&nbsp; Now I have no choice, no zoning out when I'm driving.<br />
Hmmm probably should just stick to what I know ... the quickest road to the local shopping centre .... ahhhh retail therapy ... mmmm a GPS!!! <img alt="" src="/fckeditor_20080123/editor/images/smiley/msn/regular_smile.gif" /><br />
<br />
So anyway I'll keep singing ...<br />
<br />
All I want for Mothers Day is a G-P-S<br />
<br />
one day, one day!!</span></span></span></div> ]]>
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