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| 24 March 2012 I am fascinated by mu boy who looks like a big dog, but talks to me like a child with a whine in his voice. When I make the ‘shh’ sound he turns the sound into a yawn as if to say ‘I wasn’t whining, I was just making a comment on how tired I am’. Then he drops his head guiltily and wags his tail ! Which I think is just adorable but, am not so sure my neighbour sees him that way after coming to the fence with a sausage in his hand. Mu, after being told to sit, which of course mu did so obediently, then sprung from his back legs like a kangaroo to claim the sausage over the six foot fence. As my neighbour snatched his hand away just in time so as not to loose it, I couldn’t help thinking it was such a shame I hadn’t had mu with me when I stood in a queue earlier today and had some male personage whispering obscenities behind me. He was speaking so soft a few inches from my ear, it was hard to get the gist of his point, but the words ‘bitch, whore, demon’ gave me a strong inclination as to his meaning as I spun around to face him. As I stared, waiting to see if he would say anything direct, he silently stared back at me and I was surprised by the guileless blue eyes that looked directly at me as if denying his lips had said a word. I of course considered it may be Turets. My wise father taught me 'never defend yourself against bull s#!t'. I didn't even bother to look at anyone in the long queue behind us. After a few seconds of quiet, I turned back wordlessly to wait my turn and the mumbling tirade started again. I realised what a fool I’d been to acknowledge I had heard him. A man standing behind you with nothing nice to say to your back, and nothing at all to say to your face is just a problem that isn’t mine, but it seems to be a strange phenom with me. I did look back when I was safely out of the shop to make sure he was being served and hadn't singled me out just for his own entertainment.*She whispers ... ‘I do know that if mu were with me .... no one would dare be that foolish and siddle up behind me’. Mu would think they were a silly sausage {*_*} | | |
| I AM A PLAQUARD CARRYING 'ANTI UPGRADE' DEMONSTRATOR:-
It's time to increase the exclusion zone that web designers are creating.
I for ONE am SICK TO DEATH of upgrades and upgrading ....grrrrr!
I keep getting this message from Facebook "You may want to upgrade your browser". HELLO Facebook and other web sites may want to update their site to include 'MY' browser ... or they will be loosing a lot of users using old computers and/or 2nd hand computers who CAN'T upgrade. 6 computers and 3 phones in one decade is too much ... 'share' this if you agree? | | |
| Geezus ... Well public access didn't freeze the computer like at home but even at the Public library my own Xanga page chewed up 20 minutes of library time just waiting for pages to load ... that's just ridiculous time waste. | | |
| HEY #XANGA ... your new changes mean old computers and laptops with limited HDD can't edit or access your site and I had to visit the library to log in. Now that I have changed to rich text as prompted, I no longer have the option to choose music. Why can't XANGA leave what works alone? The changes don't work for me so I see no poiint in loggin back in until you accomodate all your members. | | |
| I sure hope they had a professional photographer, cause my phone effort last night sucks .. but that won't spoil the memory
12 December, 2011
Fifteen years ago I went to my daughters first catwalk parade and was really proud of her. Ten years ago I watched as she modeled for Rebel Sports. In between there have been other moments that have captured me and made me wonder how I gave birth to someone so stunning.
So it’s not surprising that last night when she walked onto the catwalk wearing her own designs, I choked and had trouble controlling the lump in my throat that would have made my mascara sadden a very happy face. Wasn't made easier that the catwalk music was Adele, it just added to the emotion of the moment.
Four years of study has been a long hard road, but getting her Diploma in Fashion Design was worth all the stress and tears, if her designs and quality of workmanship is anything to go by.
I have always been content with my few small achievements in life, but she has far exceeded anything I have done. The youngest service Manager ever appointed by Mobil. Her move back to fashion and management for shoe retailing was a surprise, then after being head hunted by an exclusive footwear retailer, I was content for her to leave it all behind and de *stress in Byron. Then she found her new niche back in fashion design of leather, and there was no looking back.
I wait proudly in anticipation, to see what her next move is {*_*}
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