<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392176501485285887</id><updated>2024-10-05T12:17:36.319+10:00</updated><category term="personal"/><category term="360"/><category term="blogger"/><category term="360 posts OLD"/><category term="cross posted"/><category term="australia"/><category term="dog"/><category term="family"/><category term="rant"/><category term="myspace"/><category term="dana"/><category term="facebook"/><category term="blogging"/><category term="me"/><category term="yahoo"/><category term="ice"/><category term="blogs"/><category term="computer"/><category 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term="quotes"/><category term="read"/><category term="records"/><category term="red7"/><category term="rego"/><category term="renault"/><category term="sacredspirit"/><category term="search"/><category term="sharon"/><category term="short stories"/><category term="sick"/><category term="sister"/><category term="sleep"/><category term="slide-show"/><category term="soccer moms"/><category term="stars"/><category term="statistics"/><category term="stolen-generation"/><category term="stolen.WS"/><category term="stumpy"/><category term="swearing"/><category term="tag board"/><category term="talent"/><category term="technorati"/><category term="teeth"/><category term="the swan"/><category term="time"/><category term="tired"/><category term="trinny and susanna"/><category term="understood"/><category term="urrbrae"/><category term="vegemite"/><category term="vet"/><category term="vinyl"/><category term="virus"/><category term="voice"/><category term="war"/><category term="warning"/><category 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Missy A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837378208314586720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBR-lyHFaOkEUF0-EGAvVK4b0Dibu6LTHXcw2GahQG5OYZLH4N7tlDHzYahX_Lrt1dsLvVqH7hbTWZAruXefX2HdBAns-U0zUamRNFPBGAuWXfe0LGjlqH7d4Dyn-2RA/s220/southparklookin.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>216</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392176501485285887.post-6910603990139646842</id><published>2015-10-07T23:47:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2015-10-07T23:47:50.245+11:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adblock"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="car"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="elf"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="facebook"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lion"/><title type='text'>I am not an elf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Had to pause Adblocker because some things just wont work with it on and of course forgot to turn it back on , go back to Facethingy and some add comes up wanting me to play a game called Elvenar for &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;nature lovers in harmony with everything - the hippies of every fantasy world&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #141823; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;Obviously Facethingy thinks I&#39;m a&amp;nbsp;nature&amp;nbsp;loving hippy elf , yep yep an almost 6 foot elf , it only picked up that I was short because I mentioned that I was too short to get to the middle of the roof of the car when I was washing it and needed high heels , good thing it didn&#39;t pick up about me thinking when I was washing the car about the bikini clad girls who wash cars doing so in said heels so they CAN reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #141823; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;I mean why else would you wear heels when washing your car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #141823; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #141823; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;Yes so it did get some of it right the nature loving hippie part but I am not short&amp;nbsp;, if I was short the floor would be closer when I drop something , no one would ask me to reach stuff , broom handles would be as tall as me , lawn mowers would have the right size handles and it wouldn&#39;t hurt my back getting something out of the crisper in the bottom of the fridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #141823; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;Look I feel for short people I really do and most are shorter than me had someone ask if the hat they was wearing looked ok , yep sure it does I can only see the top of it you look like a mushroom but yep looks ok from here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #141823; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #141823; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;Oh yes I must tell you a lion has gone missing, if you see a 30+ kilo white painted concrete lion tell the person that has it that they can have its friend ( as they come in pairs ) IF they can swim the river here with its friend tied to&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;back .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #141823; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;Just went to tag this and I tell you what some strange words appear in previous tags that&#39;s possibly because I am strange but not an elf&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/feeds/6910603990139646842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3392176501485285887/6910603990139646842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/6910603990139646842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/6910603990139646842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/2015/10/i-am-not-elf.html' title='I am not an elf'/><author><name>Missy A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837378208314586720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBR-lyHFaOkEUF0-EGAvVK4b0Dibu6LTHXcw2GahQG5OYZLH4N7tlDHzYahX_Lrt1dsLvVqH7hbTWZAruXefX2HdBAns-U0zUamRNFPBGAuWXfe0LGjlqH7d4Dyn-2RA/s220/southparklookin.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBfOaU8fqAbcbts2Sfi5A-1ctyvoNO51rNjscozQVlvs3X3q2qvHUCd-xzaSHPVxYrT36IDdE5m4tN7qtheyc803oE4ApKO91sueVu7pYxIefE83A7suTWNgaQPbrDEDxOydlWgLbH82pJ/s72-c/039.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392176501485285887.post-344014721150665836</id><published>2015-10-03T22:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2015-10-03T22:28:53.244+10:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="abba"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="butterfly"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mp3 player"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="records"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vinyl"/><title type='text'>Just for the Record </title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve been sorting alphabetically all our vinyl records , we&#39;ve got almost every dang band and singer that you could think of from ABBA to ZZ Top&lt;br /&gt;
Metallica , Anthrax, Samantha Fox ( no idea who that is thought Samantha Fox was a porn star?), ELO , Bay City Rollers, Cindy Lauper, Queen , The Commodores ( band not the car) , Duran Duran, Devo, David Bowie, Sweet, Sports, Split Enz, Jackson 5, Lindsey Buckingham, Ravi Shankar and Prince&#39;s Purple Rain or &lt;a href=&quot;https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prince_(musician)&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;symbol&lt;/a&gt; what ever his name is.&lt;br /&gt;
You get the picture lots and lots of records a pile 150cm high ( 5 feet) almost every single one is perfect except for the one single Beatles album there is only one Beatles album not like Split Enz we have every single album they brought out in pristine condition in plastic sleeves not a mark on the covers or the record but this one single Beatles record has a big splotch on it like something has been spilled on it, the cover has been fixed up with black tape because its the Beatles Black Album so who ever did that at least tried to match it up.&lt;br /&gt;
Still tho can&#39;t record this particular album onto USB and turn it into an MP3 because someone at sometime spilled something on it, spose at least in one way its not scratched or bent or turned into a butterfly or an ashtray.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;That of course is a horrible thing to do to poor vinyl records especially ones in good condition&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Just what is it with The Beatles anyway were they or are they daggy, unpopular like Racey was/is ?&lt;br /&gt;
we only have one Racey album possibly because thats all they ever did one album that was it but I kinda think The Beatles bought out a few more than one album.&lt;br /&gt;
No we don&#39;t have many country albums either I know right all that lot you&#39;d think there would be a few but country isn&#39;t our thing &amp;nbsp;could have had them but gave most of them away to someone who likes that kind of stuff , we did not give The Beatles away because there is only one ,&lt;br /&gt;
was there more ? Or maybe they are so popular played on the radio that you never had to buy the album ..... looks like I might have to , buy them that is because you can&#39;t go around downloading tracks for free now can you that&#39;ts naughty.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now here is a thought could I wash it off the splotch that is ? Can you wash a record and not scratch it or wreck the label hmmmm ???</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/feeds/344014721150665836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3392176501485285887/344014721150665836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/344014721150665836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/344014721150665836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/2015/10/ive-been-sorting-alphabetically-all-our.html' title='Just for the Record '/><author><name>Missy A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837378208314586720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBR-lyHFaOkEUF0-EGAvVK4b0Dibu6LTHXcw2GahQG5OYZLH4N7tlDHzYahX_Lrt1dsLvVqH7hbTWZAruXefX2HdBAns-U0zUamRNFPBGAuWXfe0LGjlqH7d4Dyn-2RA/s220/southparklookin.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392176501485285887.post-8028990972632793384</id><published>2015-09-26T22:54:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2015-09-26T22:57:01.518+10:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dana"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="deadman"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ice"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="painting"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="red7"/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realized the other day that I haven&#39;t written in a long time , its time that I don&#39;t have along with a deficit of actual writing as in what to write&lt;br /&gt;
Not that nothing interesting has happened as it has , still finding inspiration is difficult I need a sound board an interesting clever person to write to and well everyone keeps leaving , not that they are all dead you understand &amp;nbsp;some are my mother is and she was my main inspiration, then there is Atarishark he&#39;s gone as well as 360 Myk apparently the other day&lt;br /&gt;
Red7 and Dana are still alive and kicking Dana is literally kicking a** in the literally sense publishing a book a pointing with lips kind knew she would one day , don&#39;t go saying I didn&#39;t because I did I wrote it down ok typed it down years ago so ner I KNEW.&lt;br /&gt;
And the other who thinks she is old but isn&#39;t because she is young at heart has kinda gone as well last blog from her was June/July , shes got an instagram but seeing as I don&#39;t and wont , I got accounts all over don&#39;t need another I have no idea if she is active on there or not. If you see this Miss Red I&#39;m waving HI ok&lt;br /&gt;
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On another note seeing as I am at the moment alone most nights from around 6pm to around 10pm I might have to start rambling on to no one in particular again.&lt;br /&gt;
You may ask me why I am alone and why my only interruption is Ice ,out in out in out look at the sky bark at a cars headlights ..no no the big furry one he&#39;s not dead well ok he is &amp;nbsp;&quot;The DeadMan&quot; but not actually dead he&#39;s alive just not here to interrupt me , tell you what it gets awfully quiet sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;
Which is why I&#39;m making some music not me you understand only keyboard I can play types letters , no this is the Mp3 kind recorded from records we&#39;ve got a pile of them its only about 5 foot high and thats just albums so I&#39;ll be busy for a while , so far I&#39;ve done David Bowie, Ravie Shankar, Bon Jovie &amp;nbsp;Crowded House &amp;nbsp;and a Melissa Etheridge track its going to take a while as each track has to play through but without interruption and a duster I should be able to do a few each night&lt;br /&gt;
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Do we need a picture ? yes I think we do here is a picture of a painting I did&lt;br /&gt;
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Mum you said to me once ‘we’ll have to get something done about
those teeth’ to me, which of course you were prone to do, just straight out say
something like that.&lt;br /&gt;
Anyway I have, took a while but I can smile now yes ok so my top teeth are at
the moment not in my face but in a container in the bathroom, bottom set are in
my face though they sit nice in fact had a hard time getting them out at first
thought they was stuck forever took me almost an hour to work out how to get
them out.&lt;/div&gt;
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The top ones rub a bit still so that’s why I don’t have them
in at the moment, three or four hours is all I can manage for now.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
You won’t see me without them in though, just like any day
getting ready involves brushing of hair, stick the earrings in, make sure there
isn&#39;t any strange pimples or anything on my face, stick the teeth in, put the
shoes on and off I go out the door.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Its nice to actually chew things now, before I couldn&#39;t chew
hardly at all even with my own teeth or what was left of them, most were broken
and if I did try to chew something I’d break another, one broke once when I ate
a banana.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hundreds of dollars were spent on my teeth too, numerous
times at the dentist putting in those horrible amalgam dark fillings that
actually weighed quite a bit too, wasn&#39;t until they started falling out in
shiny metal lumps that I realised that my bottom jaw was weighed down with
quite a few grams of metal, no wonder I walked around with my mouth open.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So any way mum I can smile now, properly smile now I have my
new pegs , oh and you wont believe this the dentist who is really nice is
called Dr Baker but he’s not the same Dr Baker from Adelaide this is a
different one who kinda reminds me of Uncle C&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Got more to tell you but will leave that for later, say
hello to all the dogs and the superior siameezers and to the rest of the family
including dad, who I know are watching over me specially grandma who’s got her
thumb in her mouth ... don’t go telling me she don’t I KNOW she does &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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PS. my mother wont ever reply to an email now not in the conventional sense but that doesn&#39;t mean I can&#39;t write to her&lt;/div&gt;
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I can’t stand attention seekers, whiney whinging all the
time about how “sick” they are or “how much pain” they are in a Dr Smith voice.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Like no one else in the world is as sick as they are, on their
death bed moaning and crying on Monday but miraculously up and about at the
theme park on Wednesday come on.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Then &amp;nbsp;there are the ones that are on a health ‘thing’
yet are perpetually drinking alcohol and then of course you get the “ohhhh I
feel sick” the next day, funny that hmmm I wonder why?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Really you’d think some of the folks on Facebook are alcoholics
dying of some terrible disease that’s when they aren&#39;t playing games till 3am
and complaining that they can’t sleep.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Meh, I can’t sleep without pain killers had &amp;nbsp;migraine ‘stars’ earlier on as well but I don’t
whine about it.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Yeah sure its midnight here and I’m typing this, my back
between my shoulder blades is killing me BUT I did mow the lawn and trim bushes
today and dig a garden bed yesterday, got a dentist appointment tomorrow and
working at Vinnes on Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Next door neighbour is being an arrogant antagonistic thingy
[naughty bad word] again but not to us this time to the neighbours on the other
side of him, saying they are stealing his kids balls (same as he said we was)
same balls that come flying over the fence at regular intervals, no names on
them which we throw back.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Only some get lost in the process hence they are in his eyes
“stolen”&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
What I really want to do is get everyone in the Cul-de-sac
to buy a few tennis balls and throw them on his lawn maybe a few thrown by
passing cars into the backyard, Now that would be funny, not for us though because
even though there possibly would be a few dozen balls it would be us that would
get the blame for it, we’d get the police called out on us because well he didn’t
have any balls so some nice people gave him some.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Wouldn’t be Balls to the Wall it would be balls on his lawn
hehehe&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
And at that because I can feel my head starting to throb I
will post this and take two aspro and see you in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5tlXBfSEoVI/UCiRl_G5c9I/AAAAAAAAByU/xvHCvVbp3Ag/s1600/056.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5tlXBfSEoVI/UCiRl_G5c9I/AAAAAAAAByU/xvHCvVbp3Ag/s1600/056.JPG&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I like dogs, like them more than people they don’t have to
talk back, you can tell them anything, they keep you warm at night and eat your
table scraps. Keep the cats out of the yard and the evil menacing car
headlights and lawnmowers get barked at. They do fun things like leave squeaky
toys where you will step on them and track muddy paw prints over your freshly
washed floor.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
It makes me sad though when I see all these beautiful dogs
looking for homes, up for adoption.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
You say why sad? Because I see folks saying things like this
“look at our new puppy” and then again maybe six months later ”look at our new
puppy” and I ask them what happened to the last one, &quot;oh it wasn’t cute any more” “was being a
nuisance” or “it got Parvo and died”&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Makes me so sad, would you dump your child at the local
hospital when it wasn’t cute anymore? Would you give your child to someone else
because it peed on the floor or broke something it shouldn’t have? Do you not
immunise your child?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Would you tie your elderly parent to a pole outside a
nursing home just because they are too old to care for?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I know a few people just like that no sense of
responsibility for anything, a new mobile phone or a tattoo is more important
than a one off trip to the Vet for a Parvo needle that costs less than $30. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Watching Home and Away or X Factor is more important than
taking the dog for a walk or throwing it a ball.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Do some research before you get a dog or any animal for that
matter, what do they need can &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;
because it will be you not the kids, feed it, wash and groom it and take it to
the Vet? &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Please, don’t just get a dog because it’s a cute puppy or
the latest film had that kind of dog in it, get a stuffed toy those are cute,
don’t have to feed them or anything and when it gets boring you can shove it in
a corner and forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Always got me when that movie Beethoven came out people went
and got St Bernard puppies, around 6-8 months after that film came out the
shelters where full of St Bernard’s, like are you serious? Didn’t they watch
the film at all? That dog caused more damage than a bull dozer, drooled
everywhere dug its self out of the tiny yard it was enclosed in and went
wondering by itself , some people are just mindless really they are.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Red Dog (it’s a movie) is the same that’s why there are so
many Kelpies in shelters on death row, mind you they KILL them in some of those
places&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Yes Red Dog is smart and loyal but watch the movie, not
smart enough to not eat poison (Vet bill there) and wonders around all over the
place (council fine for unregistered wondering dog) the two dogs that play the
part went through a pile of training too, you don’t just magically get a dog
that can do those things it has to be trained even the stupid compared to a
Kelpie, St Bernard in Beethoven had to be trained.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
My current dog was given to us, &lt;b&gt;free&lt;/b&gt; for nothing, she’s dug holes (to China) peed on the floor,
pulled the toilet paper off the roll, barks at all and sundry and sheds
mountains of hair.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
She’s cost us a few hundred dollars in Vet bills and a few
times we ran out of money didn’t have enough food for ourselves so the dog had
rice as that was all we had to feed her.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I wouldn’t give her away though, she can be a pain sometimes
but wouldn’t give her up she’s going to be eleven at the end of this year,
getting old now, still wouldn’t dump her anywhere, she’s comfortable here in &lt;b&gt;HER &lt;/b&gt;chair that no one else would want
to sit in.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
If I was going to write up her adoption bio it would read
like this.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Micro chipped,
registered, de-sexed and vaccinated she walks well on the lead.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Ice is a Stumpy Tail
Cattle Dog, loves people, will chase a ball but doesn’t bring it back very
well, even though she’s older she still likes to play tug. Does not like cats
or small dogs, does not like wheels or being crated. Loves rides in the car (you
will need ear plugs for that) as she is very vocal this dog can bark for 2000ks
nonstop. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Ice likes all and any
foods, chips are her favourite, will wait for signal to eat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Up for adoption
because (insert excuse here)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
No you can’t have my dog, not giving her away I care for
animals which is why I get so sad when I see bio’s like that, some people just
don’t care at all they are under-educated about dogs about costs about breeds,
about what some dogs need.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
A dog does &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; need to be:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;A status symbol &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: 7pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;A fashion accessory&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: 7pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;A souvenir from the latest film&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: 7pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Left in the back yard for days on end &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Have people be scared of it&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Be chained or tied up all the time&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Just plain old abandoned&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;The “cute” accessory or talking point&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Having puppies every year (eg your salary)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: 7pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;A xmas present for the kids&lt;/div&gt;
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A few of those equal to a STUFFED toy, get one of&amp;nbsp; those instead!&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Please don’t get a
dog unless you have at least 15 years of time to spend with it.&lt;/div&gt;
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Your excuse of “moving can’t take it” or “kids won’t look
after it” is baseless because I can bet you took your TV with you when you
moved and the kids school backpack’s neither of which the kids look after ...do
they ??&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/feeds/4879804741391416616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3392176501485285887/4879804741391416616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/4879804741391416616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/4879804741391416616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/2013/08/give-away.html' title='Give away'/><author><name>Missy A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837378208314586720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBR-lyHFaOkEUF0-EGAvVK4b0Dibu6LTHXcw2GahQG5OYZLH4N7tlDHzYahX_Lrt1dsLvVqH7hbTWZAruXefX2HdBAns-U0zUamRNFPBGAuWXfe0LGjlqH7d4Dyn-2RA/s220/southparklookin.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5tlXBfSEoVI/UCiRl_G5c9I/AAAAAAAAByU/xvHCvVbp3Ag/s72-c/056.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392176501485285887.post-6616769829341546794</id><published>2013-07-05T23:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2013-07-05T23:30:09.846+10:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="followers"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="readers"/><title type='text'>Followers</title><content type='html'>Apparently I have six followers here ... yeah I know thats&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;NOT&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;a lot&lt;br /&gt;
anyway Blogger wont tell me who they are&lt;br /&gt;
Is one of them you?&lt;br /&gt;
It is isn&#39;t it I know you are there&lt;br /&gt;
I have stats you know , ok so some of them are not real people for all I know 5 out of 6 aren&#39;t real people.&lt;br /&gt;
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Used to have a load you know real people that is now I don&#39;t know where they have gone&lt;br /&gt;
Am I alone ?&lt;br /&gt;
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Possibly&lt;br /&gt;
there are no writers left any more, just 15 words or less a &quot;like&quot; here a &quot;share&quot; there&lt;br /&gt;
Blah&lt;br /&gt;
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I need to go to bed I think depressing myself just thinking about that</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/feeds/6616769829341546794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3392176501485285887/6616769829341546794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/6616769829341546794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/6616769829341546794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/2013/07/followers.html' title='Followers'/><author><name>Missy A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837378208314586720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBR-lyHFaOkEUF0-EGAvVK4b0Dibu6LTHXcw2GahQG5OYZLH4N7tlDHzYahX_Lrt1dsLvVqH7hbTWZAruXefX2HdBAns-U0zUamRNFPBGAuWXfe0LGjlqH7d4Dyn-2RA/s220/southparklookin.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392176501485285887.post-8018814714123809506</id><published>2013-07-05T15:12:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2013-07-05T15:12:35.986+10:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="facebook"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="swearing"/><title type='text'>Swearing</title><content type='html'>Yes I do it, come on we all say a swear at some time or another but I don&#39;t want to &lt;u&gt;read&lt;/u&gt; swear words specially in names of Facebook pages&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I shall put a star as really we don&#39;t need to see them&lt;br /&gt;
Anyway pages like this one &quot; I&#39;m gunna f*ck your girlfriend&quot; or &quot;you are all f*cked&quot; I&#39;ve seen them without the star for a U even worse the C word in a name of a page for flips sake WHY?&lt;br /&gt;
There is no reason to swear when there are plenty of other words, like flip for instance that we can use&lt;br /&gt;
of course &quot;I&#39;m going to flip your girlfriend&quot; wouldn&#39;t sound quite the same now would it?&lt;br /&gt;
How about fak, flowers or fork? Almost sounds the same that one fork, fork fork!&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes I realise swearing has become part of our language, I&#39;m not that much of a prude and yes I know some of you will be calling me one but there are items we can use like stars and or shock horror a thesaurus, no that&#39;s not a dinosaur it shows you other words that mean the same and seeing as most swear words are in the dictionary now they do have &quot;other&quot; words that mean the same you can use.&lt;br /&gt;
Look you can swear in print if you want in comments its unnecessary but really to name your PAGE with a swear word in it why?&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t see why the fork you would want to name your page something thats going to offend a pile of people.&lt;br /&gt;
Might get a little girly gigglesnort out of some of the young ones the Beiber fans &quot;&quot;o0ohh he said bottom hehehe giggle&quot;.. how old are you anyway ten? &lt;br /&gt;
Might get some under educated lot thinking its funny.. sorry it&#39;s not funny, just makes you look dumb because you don&#39;t know any other words to put in place of the swear.&lt;br /&gt;
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If I drop a heavy object on my foot I can assure you I wont say FORK but a Facebook page isn&#39;t a heavy object on my foot .... one with swearing as a name is just a blot on my screen!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/feeds/8018814714123809506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3392176501485285887/8018814714123809506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/8018814714123809506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/8018814714123809506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/2013/07/swearing.html' title='Swearing'/><author><name>Missy A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837378208314586720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBR-lyHFaOkEUF0-EGAvVK4b0Dibu6LTHXcw2GahQG5OYZLH4N7tlDHzYahX_Lrt1dsLvVqH7hbTWZAruXefX2HdBAns-U0zUamRNFPBGAuWXfe0LGjlqH7d4Dyn-2RA/s220/southparklookin.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392176501485285887.post-8572878580669886034</id><published>2013-07-03T11:57:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2013-07-03T11:58:37.875+10:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="english"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="facebook"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food"/><title type='text'>Bit of quiet time</title><content type='html'>Don&#39;t normally get any quiet time but it is at the moment not sure how long it will last may have to type faster&lt;br /&gt;
Stuck another post up on&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://food4buds.blogspot.com.au/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Taste Buds&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tuna Bake this time one of my daughters favorites she should be able to do this one herself now being all chef like&lt;br /&gt;
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oh no he&#39;s back told you it wouldn&#39;t last .. 2 minutes I got&lt;br /&gt;
He did bring me a hot sausage roll though , so just excuse me while I eat it&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;ok so now the dog is doing an impression of an Anime character, you know the ones with the big huge eyes&lt;br /&gt;
Stop LOOKING at me while I&#39;m eating, you are not starving.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Right there you go dog, might be a few crumbs under my feet there thats all you are going to get ... &quot;go for it vacuum features&quot;, should have called the dog Hoover she&#39;s more fastidious at vacuuming than I am, only food though, she leaves her hair that she drops for me to vacc up.&lt;br /&gt;
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Forgot what I was going to say now, apart from this ruler its a &quot;fancy&quot; one with a measure thing on it, least I thought it was turns out that its a cutter, so here is me cutting straight lines with scissors and I&#39;ve got this fancy straight line cutting ruler that I didn&#39;t even know I had, sometimes it pays to clean up.&lt;br /&gt;
Been doing a bit of cleaning up lately because I&#39;m getting a new desk, you don&#39;t want to know whats behind and under things lets face it I don&#39;t want to know, emptied the vacc like 3 times already err dog hair mostly&lt;br /&gt;
One day I&#39;m going to glue it all together could make a whole new dog or maybe a dog hair lampshade?&lt;br /&gt;
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Went on G plus before to post a link to Taste Buds and G plus has gone all Facebooky with the double barreled profile , hard to follow that is, be even harder on one of those smart phone things they are designed to read up down like most people read websites UP/ DOWN not left right or right left.&lt;br /&gt;
Two columns is going backwards in time what year are we in 2013 its not 1913 newspapers have colums (which I can&#39;t spell) and who reads newspapers now a days ? Real paper newspapers I&#39;m talking about not online ones, read an online newspaper it goes UP/DOWN&lt;br /&gt;
Not that most read english any more, I know they can&#39;t write or spell and you can&#39;t blame auto correct either you type the write&amp;nbsp;spelling and it will give you the rite word R I &lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt; H T&lt;br /&gt;
course if you can&#39;t spell and I knwo I can&#39;t spull words like collosseeum its going to make a muss if it int it</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/feeds/8572878580669886034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3392176501485285887/8572878580669886034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/8572878580669886034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/8572878580669886034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/2013/07/bit-of-quiet-time.html' title='Bit of quiet time'/><author><name>Missy A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837378208314586720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBR-lyHFaOkEUF0-EGAvVK4b0Dibu6LTHXcw2GahQG5OYZLH4N7tlDHzYahX_Lrt1dsLvVqH7hbTWZAruXefX2HdBAns-U0zUamRNFPBGAuWXfe0LGjlqH7d4Dyn-2RA/s220/southparklookin.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392176501485285887.post-597306280757095154</id><published>2013-06-25T12:11:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2013-06-25T12:13:23.969+10:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cellphones"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dana"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="google"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photograph"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="social network"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="twitter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>more or less</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Well thats at least four recipes done for Cathy at Centacare , just posted one on &lt;a href=&quot;http://food4buds.blogspot.com.au/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Tastebuds&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; hopefully I should be able to get all of them up, not on the same day of course you don&#39;t want them all at once and besides Dana&#39;s Indian Taco&#39;s is already there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Cathy wanted some easy stuff for teens who haven&#39;t ever cooked .. they can use a phone but not a stove apparently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Me I can cook because you can&#39;t eat a phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Lets see what else is new? I&#39;m going to be getting a new desk soon ... soon err yeah well soon hopefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;this will be my last spend, ain&#39;t spending any more coin on anything bigger than groceries and bills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Must have a new desk though this one oh gawd I think its as old as I am, got a piece of wood stuck on the front for the keyboard another loose one over the top drawer or I&#39;d have a gap things would fall off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Been leaving the desk because well its got a pooter on it hasn&#39;t it and well can&#39;t be without pooter now can we.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;It was alright being without a lounge chair because the shop had to order a two seater in and I had to wait 3 months for it, that was ok but I ain&#39;t going without computer for three months the house would be spotless can&#39;t have that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;I got bored with Twitter you know, it was ok early on before every man and the dog and the dogs dog had it, now its blah&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Kinda miss blogging a bit but its hard to write now, lost it you know the incentive to write about anything&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;lost 360 and then Multiply, so end up on Facebook playing games, so I add all these people who play games &amp;nbsp; and actual relatives and people I know in real life who either post stuff thats so boring it hurts or so cryptic that you&#39;ve no idea what they are on about, only you can&#39;t ask or you&#39;ll look stupid which is the point of course they want you to look as dumb as they think you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;You know I can post up a photo of a flower and get more likes on Facebook than something profound, maybe I should share someone elses photo of a flower with something profound written on it rather than taking my own, clear professional looking photos that I&#39;ve taken myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;You know I got told that my photos were boring ok maybe they are but at least I can use a camera a proper camera not some blurry sideways mobile phone photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;This is one of mine, the rest that I&#39;ve uploaded to G plus spose you want a link? go &lt;a href=&quot;https://plus.google.com/u/0/118302576958351298422/photos&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/feeds/597306280757095154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3392176501485285887/597306280757095154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/597306280757095154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/597306280757095154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/2013/06/more-or-less.html' title='more or less'/><author><name>Missy A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837378208314586720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBR-lyHFaOkEUF0-EGAvVK4b0Dibu6LTHXcw2GahQG5OYZLH4N7tlDHzYahX_Lrt1dsLvVqH7hbTWZAruXefX2HdBAns-U0zUamRNFPBGAuWXfe0LGjlqH7d4Dyn-2RA/s220/southparklookin.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8UIj4pa6a86nNwgs3svq9DXvzlBVdsydKfaz0_bd_Be5l7EUARd_s0hmBZ20bAa3UzQOxlKiXaIpKiQSpMktQjab-bPgy8-x3U9zvMjMRlhWxqsczxlad3-i3xyXnErt9IwRbxufKyp7H/s72-c/004.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392176501485285887.post-5577204775934136304</id><published>2012-06-25T07:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2012-06-25T07:54:31.111+10:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bullies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rant"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="soccer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="soccer moms"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="women"/><title type='text'>bullies</title><content type='html'>Its 7am again, woke early yet again had a horrible nightmare yesterday morning dreamt I was being bullied by the snooty &quot;soccer moms&quot; again&lt;br /&gt;
I hated that wasn&#39;t in the &quot;in&quot; crowd in the town I used to live in, wasn&#39;t wanted wasn&#39;t liked at all but they wouldn&#39;t say it to your face oh no just totally ignore you as if you weren&#39;t &amp;nbsp;there , &lt;i&gt;their&lt;/i&gt; kids got slots in the band and choir &lt;i&gt;they&lt;/i&gt; helped out in the canteen that was&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;theirs&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I shouldn&#39;t be there at all.&lt;br /&gt;
They would invite each other around for coffee and the tupperware/jewelry/linen parties I&#39;d find out about them later when I&#39;d over hear when I took the kids to play sport.&lt;br /&gt;
I had no friends,&amp;nbsp;plenty&amp;nbsp;of kids&amp;nbsp;always&amp;nbsp;at our place all the time the house was full of them but never any adults only the &quot;boys&quot; my X&#39;s friends after cricket and for BBQ&#39;s&lt;br /&gt;
I made sure I was there though when it came to helping out at the school,&amp;nbsp;always&amp;nbsp;there canteen, prep for the fundraisers,the stalls, the town functions they hated it &quot;what are you doing here?&quot; they would say as if to say &quot;you shouldn&#39;t be here this is OUR thing&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
Nasty nasty women the whole lot of them except for Jan and Sally who moved down to Salisbury which left me with one I was alone most of the time you can only have so much time with the one person , I got my adult conversation by selling Avon was the only time &amp;nbsp;I got to talk to other women then still they only wanted me there on&amp;nbsp;sufferance&amp;nbsp;.. I was the Avon lady after all you don&#39;t get too friendly.&lt;br /&gt;
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Look I don&#39;t really want to get close to anyone because if I do they move, they go away so I push people away but hey it would have been nice to have been offered not ignored as if I wasn&#39;t there or not wanted.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yep I know I&#39;m talking to myself I don&#39;t care do that all the time have to don&#39;t I, wont bother finding any&amp;nbsp;friends&amp;nbsp;here in this town they&#39;ll be the same snooty, up-themselves, do&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;thing which I&#39;m not a part of so its easier not to bother at all, same goes for online too by the way I&#39;d actually rather not get close to anyone because they go away possibly the same thing they never wanted me in the first place&lt;br /&gt;
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PS: The Soccer Moms were actually AFL moms, we tried soccer but the mothers there were even worse &amp;nbsp;as well as the&amp;nbsp;snootiness&amp;nbsp;above weren&#39;t rich enough for that lot.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/feeds/5577204775934136304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3392176501485285887/5577204775934136304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/5577204775934136304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/5577204775934136304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/2012/06/bullies.html' title='bullies'/><author><name>Missy A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837378208314586720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBR-lyHFaOkEUF0-EGAvVK4b0Dibu6LTHXcw2GahQG5OYZLH4N7tlDHzYahX_Lrt1dsLvVqH7hbTWZAruXefX2HdBAns-U0zUamRNFPBGAuWXfe0LGjlqH7d4Dyn-2RA/s220/southparklookin.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392176501485285887.post-1511116344999530462</id><published>2012-06-23T06:48:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2012-06-23T06:48:02.888+10:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rant"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="twitter"/><title type='text'>Twitter</title><content type='html'>Over the last few years I have become more and more jaded, tired, lacking in &quot;buzz&quot; just don&#39;t want to write or comment&lt;br /&gt;
Twitter used to be interesting in 09 it was fun following people and seeing&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;point of view in 150 characters or less, now its all &quot;sell, sell sell&quot; basically it&#39;s blah blah I read it and go pffft not another auto post I&#39;m actually un-following more than I&#39;m finding that are interesting&lt;br /&gt;
You are meant to tweet back to people to get up your cred as mine has slipped down now but seriously there isn&#39;t hardly anything worth me clicking on.&lt;br /&gt;
See back in 09 when I first started using Twitter I was in the top lot in Australia yep I was thank you very much, but it got too much so I left it alone for a while in the meantime all these so called &quot;social media gurus&quot; gained a pile of followers only because they use programmes to gain numbers and thats all it is, numbers honestly most of them aren&#39;t worth following back but people do&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s ok though if people want to follow those who lack substance and wit its up to them .&lt;br /&gt;
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My problem is I can&#39;t find any more worth following and I wont just blindly follow just for the sake of it, neither will I use one of those programmes that gains 200-500 follows in a day, nor will I set up my blog to auto tweet past posts every five minutes just to &quot;up&quot; my amount of tweets, that&#39;s pointless and just adds to Twitter clutter I&#39;m not going to gain anything by that&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway its what 5.30am , dog woke me at 4am I&#39;m tired but if I go back to bed I&#39;ll sleep in and I want to go look at the cars this morning, there is meant to be a &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amsag.com.au/ForbesRally2012.php&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;car rally&lt;/a&gt; starting off this morning at 8.30am there are other check points later in the day but seeing as I&#39;ve no idea where they are and the cars will be clean if I go early ............. I&#39;m going early.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/feeds/1511116344999530462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3392176501485285887/1511116344999530462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/1511116344999530462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/1511116344999530462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/2012/06/twitter.html' title='Twitter'/><author><name>Missy A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837378208314586720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBR-lyHFaOkEUF0-EGAvVK4b0Dibu6LTHXcw2GahQG5OYZLH4N7tlDHzYahX_Lrt1dsLvVqH7hbTWZAruXefX2HdBAns-U0zUamRNFPBGAuWXfe0LGjlqH7d4Dyn-2RA/s220/southparklookin.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392176501485285887.post-5656004520120987755</id><published>2012-06-03T13:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2012-06-03T13:39:59.972+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The guy next door is ...</title><content type='html'>INSANE !&lt;br /&gt;
A total and complete nut job, so far he&#39;s driven out at least 5 lots of people from the surrounding houses.&lt;br /&gt;You can&#39;t make a single sound or he&#39;s banging on your door or ringing you at 1am, he wonders up and down the street in just his PJ shorts, goes bang bang bang with his cap gun at all hours at the birds flying overhead, over head! &amp;nbsp;I mean what are they doing invading his airspace ? Only air space hes got is between his ears.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Oh and then there&#39;s the &quot; I don&#39;t drink&quot; thing ok so he don&#39;t drink so what&#39;s making that tinkling of glass when the garbage truck rolls around at 5am? Pickle jars?&lt;br /&gt;
He wont mow the grass outside his house &quot;that&#39;s the councils land&quot; he says but don&#39;t walk on it he&#39;s out like a flash &quot;get off MY land&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
He leaves his gate open on purpose so it bangs in the wind, he puts a single brick there at the bottom of the gate but leaves a gap of about 6cm so it bangs, he does that on purpose just to make a noise, just to annoy the&amp;nbsp;neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;See he&#39;s one of those people who pick, pick pick at you until you retaliate then of course you are the one in the wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
So just to annoy him back I don&#39;t do anything at all, we will not move I keep our lawn neat oh and I put out seed for the birds</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/feeds/5656004520120987755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3392176501485285887/5656004520120987755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/5656004520120987755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/5656004520120987755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/2012/06/guy-next-door-is.html' title='The guy next door is ...'/><author><name>Missy A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837378208314586720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBR-lyHFaOkEUF0-EGAvVK4b0Dibu6LTHXcw2GahQG5OYZLH4N7tlDHzYahX_Lrt1dsLvVqH7hbTWZAruXefX2HdBAns-U0zUamRNFPBGAuWXfe0LGjlqH7d4Dyn-2RA/s220/southparklookin.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392176501485285887.post-3520796128186224723</id><published>2012-05-27T11:38:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2012-05-27T11:52:23.627+10:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ice"/><title type='text'>Where I talk about dogs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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If you really want a pile of comments and a whole lot of
conversation talk about a dog, not just any dog though it has to be the Pit
Bull or more precisely the American Pit Bull a dog breed banned here in
Australia.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Ice &amp;nbsp;is a Stumpy Tail Cattle Dog&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Now don’t get me wrong I love dogs all dogs are DOGS first
though, they instinctually will go “can I eat it?”, “is it mine?” and “I am
pack leader”&lt;/div&gt;
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Now there is the main problem PACK LEADER or who is the boss
of the house, if your dog thinks or in some cases knows it is the boss you are
going to have a problem with it.&lt;/div&gt;
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That front gate is as far as the dog is concerned “theirs”
and they are going to protect their territory that sandwich that that child has
is “theirs” and they will have it. YOU are theirs and they will stop anyone
else from coming near you. Its instinct if you look at wolves they will do the
same thing the boss dog the top dog goes first when it comes to food, has the
best bed the top position it gets more and gets it now!&lt;/div&gt;
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If you are top “dog” and train your dog properly, so it knows
that you are the top dog, YOU go first, YOU eat first, YOU go to the door first
then you are the boss.&lt;/div&gt;
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Your dog doesn’t need to be nor should it be afraid of you
neither should it be fearful of children, you see a child will put its arm
around a dog, it will have food and it will put a large object like a
bat/stick/tennis racquet above its head, they will do that they are children
after all and if your dog is afraid of those things it might just be fear
aggressive.&lt;/div&gt;
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What’s fear aggression? When afraid you have two choices,
run away or stand and fight, fear aggression is stand and fight.&lt;/div&gt;
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The other thing a dog might do is give a warning yip and
sometimes a warning nip if a child does something to the dog that the dog
doesn’t like, maybe come too close to the tail “don’t touch the sore spot on
the tail” or sit in the dogs favourite sunny spot “that’s my spot get off”
after all the child is lower ranked in the pack than you are so to the dog the
child is lower than them so can be told off that’s the way dogs are.&lt;/div&gt;
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The problem is when you have a big dog, a Labrador, an
Alsatian, a Cattle Dog or an American Pit Bull if it bites it does more damage
than a tiny dog would, a Mini Fox Terrier isn’t going to do much damage at all
it can’t its small and there is your main word there SMALL, all dogs and I mean
all dogs don’t know size, ask one if it knows if its small or not, don’t ask
the Chihuahua tho unless you can understand Mexican but they will say to you
“What is this small you speak of? All dogs are the same size” they have no idea
absolutely no idea that they are small neither does a bigger dog know it’s big,
a big dog will still try to get on your lap and still try to squeeze under the
coffee table.&lt;/div&gt;
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The problem is when a big dog gives a warning nip its mouth
is as large as a child’s head so when that child goes into the dogs territory
or yours and the dog doing its instinctual job of protection goes to tell that
child off who comes off the worse for it? The child of course.&lt;/div&gt;
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I’ve had many dogs, big hairy ones, small yappy brown
spotted ones, there is one at the moment around here somewhere possibly on the
bed she’s what you call a herding dog (see pic above). See dogs can be herders, Cattle Dogs,
Corgi’s and Old English sheep dogs are herders.&lt;/div&gt;
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Or they can be bred for catching things like rats and pigs
the terrier whether it’s a Bull Terrier, Pit Bull, Staffordshire or a Fox
Terrier those are all terriers they are all tenacious, will not let go of
something once they have it. My Mini Fox terrier could be lifted up whilst
holding onto a stick a full two metres off the ground which was around 10 times
his height, which was fine by him it was a fun thing to do a “dog” thing that
he was bred to do and he was by all accounts little but not by his standards
(dogs don’t know size).&lt;/div&gt;
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The problem is if you’ve got a dog which has “Terrier” in
its breed name you are going to get a dog that is determined, stubborn one that
will NOT let go, imagine if that stick was an arm and you had a Pit Bull
Terrier attached to it or a Staffordshire either dog doesn’t matter they are
both terriers they will not let go.&lt;/div&gt;
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Before I go repeating, myself again again if you look at the
statistics on which dog bit who (you know where Google is go look yourself) you
will see there are 10 breeds there that are the worst biters, the most
aggressive, Boxers are in those statistics (see pic) but Bundy wouldn&#39;t do any more than knock you over or tail whip you. Some are there just because there are more of them than any other
dog they are popular &amp;nbsp;so obviously the
statistics will be high, others are there not because the dog breed has
aggressive dogs but because the dogs person is hopeless at being pack LEADER
they just let the dog be like that and in some cases encourage it.&lt;/div&gt;
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It’s not the dogs fault, it’s not the breeds fault its
people, people breed dogs to be what they would like the dog to be, people
encourage dogs to behave in a way that they want them to behave, so don’t blame
the dog blame the person. &lt;/div&gt;
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Put the blame on the person who is afraid of dogs, the one
who couldn’t tell you what breed it was that barked at them because it sensed
their fear or was just a happy dog that knocked them over because “dogs don’t
know size” and hurt the person accidentally.&lt;/div&gt;
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I believe that dogs that all dogs can be made aggressive,
but also can be made great hunters, herders and protectors it’s there its
instinct they will do what dogs do ..... if you let them.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Thunder the chook killer &lt;br /&gt;
with Fasto the cat&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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PS: My Mini Foxie apart from being a grand total of 2kgs and
a height of 30cm was a killer; we just couldn’t stop him once he started from
killing chickens, a dog that size is impossible to catch, he killed six of next
doors chickens before I could catch him. I didn’t let him, nor encourage him he
just did as terriers will do and that’s hunt. We just kept him away from all
chickens after that because we knew he was like that. If he had been a big dog and
couldn’t help biting &lt;u&gt;people&lt;/u&gt; well you know what happens there.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Images taken by myself, Ice is ours and Bundy is the FIL&#39;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Thunder (1987-1996) Fatso (1997-2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/feeds/3520796128186224723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3392176501485285887/3520796128186224723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/3520796128186224723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/3520796128186224723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/2012/05/where-i-talk-about-dogs.html' title='Where I talk about dogs.'/><author><name>Missy A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837378208314586720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBR-lyHFaOkEUF0-EGAvVK4b0Dibu6LTHXcw2GahQG5OYZLH4N7tlDHzYahX_Lrt1dsLvVqH7hbTWZAruXefX2HdBAns-U0zUamRNFPBGAuWXfe0LGjlqH7d4Dyn-2RA/s220/southparklookin.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl_ftMoZ__m1iN6wKxQ2z2axaOBO8RLoF7FEmWHCtr-cpfcEFQ2pbM9q_-IQ_fz4NJYEujAJ_sJwamVUSHP3YG4tmAs_M9QJIqy2lFpH1WGxQ5KI5KAYrEmRdI8sr7PDtccM4BgUaiYCVm/s72-c/020.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>Forbes NSW 2871, Australia</georss:featurename><georss:point>-33.403931200234673 148.018798828125</georss:point><georss:box>-34.253037700234671 146.755371328125 -32.554824700234676 149.282226328125</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392176501485285887.post-9132319694906889935</id><published>2012-05-23T21:57:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2012-05-23T21:58:54.616+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Socks</title><content type='html'>I was just on Twitter and &lt;a href=&quot;https://twitter.com/#!/JoshThomas87&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;Mr Josh Thomas&lt;/a&gt; tweeted its his birthday tomorrow and that he would like &quot;nice socks&quot; question is what kind of socks are nice?&lt;br /&gt;
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Are they fluffy, soft, stripy ones with toes? Or do they come up to your knees? Maybe they are just squishy?&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s a question isn&#39;t it what kind of socks are NICE socks ?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/feeds/9132319694906889935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3392176501485285887/9132319694906889935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/9132319694906889935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/9132319694906889935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/2012/05/i-was-just-on-twitter-and-mr-josh.html' title='Socks'/><author><name>Missy A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837378208314586720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBR-lyHFaOkEUF0-EGAvVK4b0Dibu6LTHXcw2GahQG5OYZLH4N7tlDHzYahX_Lrt1dsLvVqH7hbTWZAruXefX2HdBAns-U0zUamRNFPBGAuWXfe0LGjlqH7d4Dyn-2RA/s220/southparklookin.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392176501485285887.post-5840962529319972605</id><published>2012-05-19T11:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2012-05-19T11:38:12.147+10:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="doctor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="forbes"/><title type='text'>At the hospital</title><content type='html'>Where we live isn&#39;t small maybe 10k worth of people , large hospital and brand new million dollar medical center at least six doctors and a pile of staff.&lt;br /&gt;
You would think yeah&amp;nbsp;ok, I hurt myself I can go up to the hospital well yes you can in the day time if you can get yourself there we wont say anything about the Ambulance Service right now, say you can walk or someone can drive you.&lt;br /&gt;
You arrive at the hospital stagger to the front counter which is at least 300 meters away from the entrance, after struggling though the huge weighted security door you half collapse on the security glass and pant &quot;I need a doctor&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
The woman behind the counter grumpily&amp;nbsp;scolds&amp;nbsp;you for leaning on the counter and then demands your name details, medicare number and all the other numbers that you can&#39;t remember and are printed on the cards anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Go and wait&quot; she snootily says putting her nose in the air, as if you smell and she can&#39;t stand to look at you. So you wait, read one of the magazines from 1991, watch the looped soundless video of&amp;nbsp;advertisements&amp;nbsp;asking you not to cough and to wash your hands if you do, you watch it at least five or six times.&lt;br /&gt;
There isn&#39;t anyone else sitting in the cold white reception area, there must be someone in the actual Emergency Room though as you watch hospital staff with a clip board&amp;nbsp; and a electronic key card&amp;nbsp;not nurses or doctors these are &quot;officials&quot;enter and exit the same door five or six times you can see there are &amp;nbsp;shadows of &amp;nbsp;what you presume to be nurses in that room.&lt;br /&gt;
No Nurses or Doctors enter or exit only &quot;staff&quot;&amp;nbsp;official&amp;nbsp;looking snooty nosed staff made out of the same mould as the one on the desk, prancing around with their clipboards and pens on strings they walk in and out and back again over and over.&lt;br /&gt;
Meanwhile you wait and after what seems like two hours because your watch is broken and there isn&#39;t a clock in the reception area, no tissues either just a water fountain that says &quot;don&#39;t drink if you are waiting for surgery&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;Finally you get called in to find the Emergency Room is a small warren of smaller rooms maybe six tiny rooms, each one is empty except for the one that looks like the tea room/ file room no people in there just coats slung over the backs of chairs. You soon&amp;nbsp;realize&amp;nbsp;that there is only one nurse on duty, she&#39;s been there all day patient after patient, demanding, bleeding and most cases crying in pain.&lt;br /&gt;
This poor nurse looks tired and frazzled because there is only her on duty she&#39;s had to scoot off the patients &amp;nbsp;in most cases &quot;go home take an&amp;nbsp;aspirin&quot; as there is no one to take care of them in the entire hospital, the doctors are all over at the medical center making money seeing patients for five minutes, charging Medicare for twenty then having a smoke out the back in the time they have left over.&lt;br /&gt;
There are empty beds all over the hospital, patients get carried off to Orange Base Hospital in a rather large very expensive ambulance because there isn&#39;t enough money to pay more nurses.&lt;br /&gt;
There are plenty of &quot;staff&quot; though, file clerks and&amp;nbsp;officials, administration staff lots of those but &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; enough nurses and no where near enough doctors, not doctors who care anyway. Not saying all of them are bad there are one or two who are fantastic but as with all good doctors you&#39;ll be hard put to get to see those ones but if you do get to see the those two you&amp;nbsp;will&amp;nbsp;at least &amp;nbsp;get to see them for the full allotted time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh by the way don&#39;t bother getting sick after 5 pm the hospital is locked up tight, security system tighter than &amp;nbsp;the Westpac Bank you wont get in, see you are ment to press the buzzer &quot;once ONLY&quot; it says on the sign and someone will answer and let you in but with only one nurse on duty who is busy, busy, busy she can&#39;t let you in and the one behind the counter well she don&#39;t wont to let you in .... you smell.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/feeds/5840962529319972605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3392176501485285887/5840962529319972605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/5840962529319972605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/5840962529319972605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/2012/05/at-hospital.html' title='At the hospital'/><author><name>Missy A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837378208314586720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBR-lyHFaOkEUF0-EGAvVK4b0Dibu6LTHXcw2GahQG5OYZLH4N7tlDHzYahX_Lrt1dsLvVqH7hbTWZAruXefX2HdBAns-U0zUamRNFPBGAuWXfe0LGjlqH7d4Dyn-2RA/s220/southparklookin.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392176501485285887.post-7951971822369639355</id><published>2012-05-13T19:40:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2012-05-13T19:40:38.144+10:00</updated><title type='text'>New Stuffs</title><content type='html'>Been looking at the new stuff here on Blogger as you know I haven&#39;t been on for a while and there are now &amp;nbsp;&quot;page views&quot; or stats love stats, don&#39;t you? Anyway most of my&amp;nbsp;page&amp;nbsp;views are from Russia , what can I say should I start typing in Russian? Umm no I find it hard enough in English thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;
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COFFEE!!&lt;br /&gt;
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That&#39;s better can&#39;t write without coffee an d writing is what I need to get back to doing, now that I can type at around 30WPM (without looking tyvm) my fingers should be able to keep up with my brain, that might be fun sometimes I can&#39;t keep up with my brain.&lt;br /&gt;
There has been some writings done over the last year not much though, lost my inspirations my mother and my other great inspiration Atarishark . Do seem to have gotten Dana back tho which is all good.&lt;br /&gt;
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That will do for now, this Compose box whatsie isn&#39;t very nice to look at although it will IF I compose here and not on Word make me type faster ....all I need now is inspiration and more comments than views LoL is ok I know you&#39;re looking I can see you now&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/feeds/7951971822369639355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3392176501485285887/7951971822369639355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/7951971822369639355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/7951971822369639355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/2012/05/new-stuffs.html' title='New Stuffs'/><author><name>Missy A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837378208314586720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBR-lyHFaOkEUF0-EGAvVK4b0Dibu6LTHXcw2GahQG5OYZLH4N7tlDHzYahX_Lrt1dsLvVqH7hbTWZAruXefX2HdBAns-U0zUamRNFPBGAuWXfe0LGjlqH7d4Dyn-2RA/s220/southparklookin.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392176501485285887.post-3529602103143824566</id><published>2011-10-07T00:00:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T00:03:14.666+11:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="doctor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="migrane"/><title type='text'>Headache</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;So I spent most of the afternoon in the hospital, with a migraine, they’ve been getting progressively worse the last few months been going through normal painkillers like crazy not all that many though only 24 in two weeks. As I’m not like some the painkillers are there for when it hurts not to be downed like a two cent gum drop.&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when you had a migraine that you got a nice quick injection and were sent on your way, after all there are more serious patients to see, ones that are bleeding or yelling and screaming.&lt;br /&gt;Hospitals have a rule if something is coming out of you; you get to be seen faster than someone else, which basically means, bleeding, birthing or brown bagging.&lt;br /&gt;there weren’t many there today, an older lady who was yelling and screaming in pain, I could hear every word that was said and heard that she had broken her patella, that’s a knee cap by the way the doctor said if she was younger they would possibly do surgery but because of her age and the fact that she wasn’t a marathon runner it wasn’t worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Another much older man was getting loaded into an ambulance taking him to a nursing home, heard his son talking to someone on his phone outside.&lt;br /&gt;Another man came in about ten minutes before I left, he’d run out of tablets but as getting in to actually see a doctor at the doctors surgery here is near impossible he’d gone into emergency instead, the nurse told him try the next town which is only 30 kilometres away, see its’ a two month waiting list here, which is fine if you aren’t really sick just want a check up or you pre-book say if you are having a baby or something but otherwise you’ve got Buckleys chance.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course you spend most of the time in the Emergency Department waiting, waiting for the doctor to see you in the first place waiting for the drip to start peeping that its finished.&lt;br /&gt;So had a really good look at an old piece of medical equipment, an emergency room procedure bed very nicely made of stainless steel with a black &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;vinyl padded cover, foot pedals and rotating handles all made out of stainless steel the bottom half painted green with a plaque saying A+H.&lt;br /&gt;See I couldn’t lie down on that particular bed as it didn’t have drop sides, so spent the entire time in a chair staring at the back end of this bed, old and worn in places the foam stuffing appearing at the corners, an old relic of the medical past yet it still serves its purpose in our country hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows how many, young children with broken arms from falling off the jungle gym have sat on it, their crying faces looking around the room waiting for the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows how many have had stitches from who knows what accident whilst laid on that bed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;We don’t have enough doctors here, yes very nice multimillion dollar doctors surgery, with attached blood testing facility but not enough doctors. If you run out of tablets your best option is the Chemist, they’ll do you a prescription for a cost.&lt;br /&gt;The hospital is meant to be getting an upgrade too maybe that old bed might be replaced and maybe we might get some more doctors..maybe.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/feeds/3529602103143824566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3392176501485285887/3529602103143824566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/3529602103143824566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/3529602103143824566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/2011/10/headache.html' title='Headache'/><author><name>Missy A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837378208314586720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBR-lyHFaOkEUF0-EGAvVK4b0Dibu6LTHXcw2GahQG5OYZLH4N7tlDHzYahX_Lrt1dsLvVqH7hbTWZAruXefX2HdBAns-U0zUamRNFPBGAuWXfe0LGjlqH7d4Dyn-2RA/s220/southparklookin.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392176501485285887.post-4778673053763802</id><published>2011-10-04T21:48:00.010+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T22:25:42.761+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy0dx7OmRBdUqK0_Y52A_THREpun9yZeaGdXtrA-mOjFjMuglUUmgb8rt0xYb1O5PVdIlUlvpJJkeXBBb3TUzcogxYcaDDV69j0ieHGRDc7klXys0-5V9nJX7-w6cGbYgoAXP6vF1UzEra/s1600/Joan+Gaunt+Norman+Cooper+1932.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy0dx7OmRBdUqK0_Y52A_THREpun9yZeaGdXtrA-mOjFjMuglUUmgb8rt0xYb1O5PVdIlUlvpJJkeXBBb3TUzcogxYcaDDV69j0ieHGRDc7klXys0-5V9nJX7-w6cGbYgoAXP6vF1UzEra/s200/Joan+Gaunt+Norman+Cooper+1932.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659588400693835666&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy0dx7OmRBdUqK0_Y52A_THREpun9yZeaGdXtrA-mOjFjMuglUUmgb8rt0xYb1O5PVdIlUlvpJJkeXBBb3TUzcogxYcaDDV69j0ieHGRDc7klXys0-5V9nJX7-w6cGbYgoAXP6vF1UzEra/s1600/Joan+Gaunt+Norman+Cooper+1932.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; &quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;As some of you may know, my mother died in May, so I get to sit here using her computer as it is much, much flashier than ol’ Frankenpooter who is currently sitting on the dining room floor under the table. Keeps going into sleep mode without warning which is actually something my mother did all the time, only you could wake her up easier. Mum was 81, she’d had a fall got a brain aneurism which was removed but after that she just went downhill forgot to look after herself properly, last time I was down&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;display: inline !important; &quot;&gt;,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I arrived at her house no one there, her bag was on the chair, gates to the drive wide open, lucky side door was unlocked or I wouldn’t have been able to get in. I worked out quite quickly that she’d been carted off to the hospital, see her toes from being diabetic had gotten infected the nurse had come around for the home visit to dress them and called the ambulance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I couldn’t find the keys for the car so had to walk 3 kilometres to the hospital, I was down for the week mum spent all of that time and most of in fact all of the time after in one hospital or another.&lt;br /&gt;At one visit my sister and myself where in the hospital room with her, and mum needs to pee of course she can’t walk the nurses have to stick her on this wheelchair thing with like a potty seat on it, the entire thing person and all goes over the toilet. Mum really wasn’t with it and she says “why are these nice girls taking me upstairs?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;My sister and I just looked at each other and laughed, neither of us ever worked out where mum thought she was, but it was so funny, this little old lady ok so not all that little mum was never “little” with grey hair, her nightie pulled up in the wrong places being wheeled away on the potty chair and this posh, dressed up going out to dinner voice says that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqG23XattGhZ7RmAU0KREROonNF_Rm6KIVNWg1QKlxgm94fNjb9w8nYJh26fr-peqMfugKpXFd5GrYh6gRQdIinDsgTBFf4dUto3627wmBNaibZGffEErAP9y-CFL258AMof3lrixYGlIz/s200/Joan+Gaunt+1989.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659588772444281506&quot; style=&quot;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 167px; &quot; /&gt;My mother well, she was hyper intelligent much more intelligent than some of the teachers at school, she told me once “teachers are not so smart” of course both my sister and my niece are teachers which says a lot about them.The car keys did eventually turn up by the way, they were in mums pocket typical she leaves her handbag on the chair and takes the car keys with her, funny thing that she wasn&#39;t allowed to drive had her licence taken off her because of the brain thing, mum never had much balance anyway&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left; &quot;&gt;When she was younger around 10 or so she used to get really bad ear infections, so you say what’s so bad about that, well this was the 1940’s remember (The first safe antibiotics were invented in 1945 by British scientists Howard Florey and Ernst Boris Chain)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;When I say really bad ear infection I mean really bad explosive going into the brain type bad! So what could they do? The doctors removed the infection that’s what they did, feel up behind one of your ears feel the bump there the hard bone bit my mum didn’t have that on one side made her 98% deaf in that ear, a 10 year old now would have antibiotics or a cochlear implant or a hearing aid, mum had a hearing aid, she never used it “it keeps falling out” she would say and then say “pardon? Did you say something?”&lt;br /&gt;Of course she wasn’t only deaf in that ear but had hardly any balance, your ears give you balance, mum couldn’t ride a bike, well ok she could kind of wobble around on one, and she would spend more time pushing a bike than riding it, which is how she met my dad the first time. She was pushing her bike he offered to help she said “its fine” and he said “oh ok” and that was it till later. Thinking about that now she probably didn’t hear a word he said and just said its fine like you do when you don’t quite hear someone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcg4XJVNbcfu83S93nMOgwzC8ClCySTO5TYqfUeccfuB6FOT-UfD5JQvugiyg2GxXyffQxphpJctrSR8-Wdpz7RxW_mWP5473gnY4V6AKm64ym8zeSRebCvGNlI96hGFvJ_MgFaRgCjg3q/s200/George.+Fran+and+Joan+Gaunt+1969.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659589773697170066&quot; style=&quot;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 200px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Mum had a computer back in the early 80’s old DOS thing, green screen monitor the kind were you had to type in commands like RUN and GO, a load of her older stuff is here on this computer, it has on it a pile of files all of my mother’s stories, not short either some of them, just opened one up and the counter at the bottom of Word just took off like a train, it stopped at 312 pages! That particular one is one that I haven’t read yet, looks like it may be difficult to read as well, the formatting is crazy, its typed in red and all crossed out, should try I suppose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left; &quot;&gt;See what happens with Win 7 and Word 2007 is they can read the old stuff the old original Word 2.0 files but as I&#39;ve found out they get a little scrambled formatting wise, readable but I’ll have to fix before I can print , hmm do I really want to print 312 pages maybe not.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Anyway I’m getting sidetracked yet again, that is a worry in itself mum wasn’t all that good even before they discovered this aneurism, the reason she went in for a brain scan because she was going&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“funny” no not clown funny, funny peculiar the “I can’t remember” type of funny&lt;br /&gt;She went from hyper intelligent, extremely organised to leaving a pot burning on the stove, no wait she was doing that in the 70’s , which is what I tried explaining to the doctors when I was down there, she was never all that capable my dad did the pot rescuing, the turning off of heaters too close to the clothes airier and the taken your medication type of stuff, he did dishes and vacuuming too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Mum wrote, went to meetings and talked in a posh voice on the phone organised who got what card at Christmas, who sat where and who did what, she always did but towards the end with Dad gone (my dad died two years ago) she was lost, lonely and confused&lt;br /&gt;It was hard for her, she could always do things, like write. Her typing speed was amazing in the 80’s her hands were just a blur on the keyboard %100 accuracy too but she got so she wouldn’t make a new paragraph, her emails where a chore to read just one long sentence and she’d go off on a tangent she knew what she was on about but no one else did. When we were down for Dad’s funeral I had to type for her, as even though she blamed the keyboard it was my mother who just couldn’t get her former proficient touch typing fingers to hit the right keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She had problems with Win 7 too when I first booted this computer up there were files all over, empty folders and scanned pictures done numerous times because she just couldn’t find were they’d been auto saved and couldn’t seem to learn that Win 7 has Libraries, it took me ages to sort them out of course silly me sorted after I’d gone and scanned 2000+ photographs should have done it before as I found a few more, not many only a few of the dog but they should have gone on the disk that I sent out to family along with the pictures that mum took with her digital camera, ones of the ceiling, her feet, of the desk and her EYE !&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;My Mother wrote and published two books&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;These links don’t really do much just show you that they have actually been published, the actual books are both available at the Birdwood History Centre&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://books.google.com/books/about/Tales_from_the_Dunny.html?id=IziQAAAACAAJ&quot;&gt;“Tales from the Dunny”&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.abebooks.com/9780646348100/Blumberg-Birdwood-History-1848-1998-Gaunt-0646348108/plp&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;Blumberg - Birdwood: &lt;/span&gt;A History 1848-1998&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center; &quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGeI9TmqA5fDlSL0-yT7t6vX54tQg_O5S1tfaup4UDeJVCcw99eUUITVkG-bZsTW8lXMV7C4s-6-V4rU8mYmTO-8XvJ0g9hpMrK76rQ-F4JCzsfTpaUnGwi84EmJwXkh8nAf4DJ36PFHps/s200/P5270201.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659591021084895474&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Ref :&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.enotes.com/history-fact-finder/medicine-disease/when-were-antibiotics-invented&quot;&gt; When Antibiotics where invented &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Note: I do have a brother as well ...he is NOT a teacher , he writes computer programmes &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold; &quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/feeds/4778673053763802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3392176501485285887/4778673053763802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/4778673053763802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/4778673053763802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-mother.html' title='My Mother'/><author><name>Missy A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837378208314586720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBR-lyHFaOkEUF0-EGAvVK4b0Dibu6LTHXcw2GahQG5OYZLH4N7tlDHzYahX_Lrt1dsLvVqH7hbTWZAruXefX2HdBAns-U0zUamRNFPBGAuWXfe0LGjlqH7d4Dyn-2RA/s220/southparklookin.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy0dx7OmRBdUqK0_Y52A_THREpun9yZeaGdXtrA-mOjFjMuglUUmgb8rt0xYb1O5PVdIlUlvpJJkeXBBb3TUzcogxYcaDDV69j0ieHGRDc7klXys0-5V9nJX7-w6cGbYgoAXP6vF1UzEra/s72-c/Joan+Gaunt+Norman+Cooper+1932.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392176501485285887.post-2758610920897804071</id><published>2011-09-25T12:46:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T12:49:48.892+10:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>The Pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;“What is that?”&lt;br /&gt;“It’s a pool”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes I can see that” she said peering over it looking at her reflection in the still slightly blue water, suddenly as she peered into it more another face appeared&lt;br /&gt;“BOO” he exclaimed as he placed his hand on her shoulder&lt;br /&gt;“Very funny ha ha almost fell in then” she exclaimed&lt;br /&gt;She looked back into the depths of the pool, the water was so clear you could see the bottom were fish and tiny turtles gave the impression of swimming around in circles, so close but still so far.&lt;br /&gt;How could this be she thought the water looked deep and mysterious, where they really there, she could only hope as she tentatively gazed into its depths&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I reach out and try to touch them&lt;br /&gt;“You think they will swim away?” She said&lt;br /&gt;“Will what swim away?”&lt;br /&gt;‘There look in the pool” she said pointing her finger at the water&lt;br /&gt;He laughed and almost fell in himself&lt;br /&gt;“No I don’t think they will swim away, quite disciplined those are   I’ve trained them very well” he said laughing&lt;br /&gt;“They won’t swim away look” he said as he put one hand on the side of the pool, the water rippled slightly making the fish dart around even more, he very slowly placed his hand into the water and reached out and touched a fish&lt;br /&gt;“OH! You touched one, let me let me” the girl was almost jumping up and down with excitement&lt;br /&gt;“Ok but slowly or you might hurt something”&lt;br /&gt;The girl gradually lowered her hand down into the water, and reached out to touch the fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing she did it slowly too as her hand hit the bottom of the pool very quickly&lt;br /&gt;for you see wading pools are not very deep at all.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/feeds/2758610920897804071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3392176501485285887/2758610920897804071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/2758610920897804071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/2758610920897804071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/2011/09/pool.html' title='The Pool'/><author><name>Missy A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837378208314586720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBR-lyHFaOkEUF0-EGAvVK4b0Dibu6LTHXcw2GahQG5OYZLH4N7tlDHzYahX_Lrt1dsLvVqH7hbTWZAruXefX2HdBAns-U0zUamRNFPBGAuWXfe0LGjlqH7d4Dyn-2RA/s220/southparklookin.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392176501485285887.post-2918862038737768248</id><published>2011-09-21T08:13:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T08:27:19.887+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Plus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Anyway I have that Google Plus thingy now, WHY ?? dunno its a bit silly no link back to here like DOH its Google why the heck isn&#39;t there a Blogger link ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway as my typing speed is now what 56 wpm I can type faster now , not that there will be less crap being uttered, I said I could type faster not talk less &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those that care my mum died back in March not been so good for a while ,neither have I since but hey can&#39;t do anything about that&lt;br /&gt;You know how long it takes to scan 2000 photos ?? A LONG time a very long time but they all turned out well the rest of the family was happy with the result ..yes they got a CD with them all on there cost me a few $$ to send them out too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of the photos were mums of course, dating back to the 20&#39;s (thats 1920&#39;s btw) but you know what I still don&#39;t have my school class photos typical  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should come here more , got the netbook set up in the lounge room its finding time , I&#39;m typing this at 8.30am before I go off and do TAFE ...(Cert 2 in Buisness) where you think the good typing speed comes from yesh I know possibly yours is faster but well this is me and I need a new keyboard thats my excuse and I&#39;m sticking to it !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note : don&#39;t try and hit publish on IE nothing happens ... :-/&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/feeds/2918862038737768248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3392176501485285887/2918862038737768248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/2918862038737768248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/2918862038737768248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/2011/09/google-plus.html' title='Google Plus'/><author><name>Missy A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837378208314586720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBR-lyHFaOkEUF0-EGAvVK4b0Dibu6LTHXcw2GahQG5OYZLH4N7tlDHzYahX_Lrt1dsLvVqH7hbTWZAruXefX2HdBAns-U0zUamRNFPBGAuWXfe0LGjlqH7d4Dyn-2RA/s220/southparklookin.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392176501485285887.post-1052708799315381834</id><published>2010-12-30T17:20:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T17:42:33.136+11:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chat"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="facebook"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="twitter"/><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>no not really bored just not much to do, can&#39;t get on Facebook at all it won&#39;t load so I&#39;m sitting ok lying in bed with the netbook on my lap&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I miss chatting to people on blogs well not so much it does get tiresome after a while&lt;br /&gt;Twitter got the same way it all got too much for me to keep up with far too many people wanting to interact with me&lt;br /&gt;One thing I noticed the very annoying person who couldn&#39;t write comments in English has gone away they do you know if you just leave it long enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know its not that I don&#39;t like talking to people its just that if I start talking, conversing getting close after a while I get too close so I just pull away is better not to get close in the first place that way I wont get hurt when they don&#39;t want to talk to me anymore wether I get boring or annoying or something possibly boring more like it&lt;br /&gt;Better to just not bother in the first place most in the past have wanted me not for who I am or how I write but for what I can do for them they most times do nothing for me , clingons I call em one reason why I don&#39;t Twitter any more too many clingons hanging on my every word&lt;br /&gt;They never did care about me and you know what I don&#39;t give a stuff about most of them&lt;br /&gt;You may wonder why I change emails a lot ... #1 Yahoo emails get full of spammers the &quot; I wan b yor frind&quot; kind mostly dirty little men of any nationality (take your pick) who I wouldn&#39;t touch with a 10 foot pole eww yuk&lt;br /&gt;and the #2 reason people might think I am there online might want to talk , no wait no they wont as I said they don&#39;t want to talk to me&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve done the chat thing and its &quot;brb&quot; and they go offline yeah I know that one *doh* running 2 computers here I know you are still on&lt;br /&gt;Seriously yep I know I&#39;m boring we have smellanet I stink you don&#39;t like me pfft don&#39;t care ...... HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what I don&#39;t have MSN, don&#39;t have Yahoo messenger installled either&lt;br /&gt;neither do I put chat on Facebook make it easier on all of you that way , you don&#39;t see me online and I don&#39;t see you either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;em&gt;Just a note there are some .. a few .. not many who I do like chatting to never will say who they are if I do they more than likely wont talk to me again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**another note .. why they heck do I have an &quot;onion&quot; tag ??&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/feeds/1052708799315381834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3392176501485285887/1052708799315381834' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogger help"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comments"/><title type='text'>comment moderating</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve got all of my blogs set on comment moderation&lt;br /&gt;have to love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment I&#39;m not checking everywhere all the time I  mean who can with 7 different blogs to check right&lt;br /&gt;So when i do log in I can see there are comments awaiting moderation don&#39;t have to bother checkng emails or anything they are there when I look here on blogger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al you do is click on Comment Moderation up the top there when you are in edit mode .. like writing a blog up you know .. don&#39;t make me put screnshots here cos I ain&#39;t gonna&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down the options and choose comment moderation &quot;allways&quot;&lt;br /&gt;and save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there it&#39;s that easy&lt;br /&gt;Now if you get strange comments from bots or ones in chinese or korean or some other language that you can&#39;t understand or ones from people that you don&#39;t like or are complete idiots that you don&#39;t want to even see you can deny the comments from them&lt;br /&gt;pretty cool huh&lt;br /&gt;That IS what i am doing to the comments I&#39;m getting the ones I don&#39;t need the rubbish they are being moderated I&#39;m approving the ones I like the comments I want !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave a nice comment in English I might even approve it</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/feeds/4811979761930300697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3392176501485285887/4811979761930300697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/4811979761930300697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/4811979761930300697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/2010/08/comment-moderating.html' title='comment moderating'/><author><name>Missy A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837378208314586720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBR-lyHFaOkEUF0-EGAvVK4b0Dibu6LTHXcw2GahQG5OYZLH4N7tlDHzYahX_Lrt1dsLvVqH7hbTWZAruXefX2HdBAns-U0zUamRNFPBGAuWXfe0LGjlqH7d4Dyn-2RA/s220/southparklookin.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392176501485285887.post-3636136209139832686</id><published>2010-07-27T12:18:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T12:33:08.053+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I don&#39;t get it</title><content type='html'>Latest TAFE assignment is to create a data base for a Video Store right but I don&#39;t get it why should I make one when I can go an download one easy enough&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I have made data bases and done work on VB before, years ago.&lt;br /&gt;I just don&#39;t get why I should take all that time making one when I can just go get one that&#39;s already been done there are a pile of them available by the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.zdnet.com.au/downloads/windows/the-ultimate-video-store-software_sw-10331286.htm&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is one a free one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the asssignment is basically copy and paste onto a new document &lt;em&gt;a report&lt;/em&gt; what they&#39;ve already given me (the specifications of what is wanted )&lt;br /&gt;seriously I just don&#39;t get it&lt;br /&gt;Basically the only work that needed doing isn&#39;t listed and that is fix up the crapy JPEG image they&#39;ve supplied ... not asked to be done but I can tell you it needed to be fixed up before it could be used in any way&lt;br /&gt;what is it with me I just don&#39;t &quot;get&quot; any of the assignments they are all like that too&lt;br /&gt;I like a job to do give me a task I&#39;ll do it no messing about no crapping on with multisylable words&lt;br /&gt;either I just do the dang work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok smarty spellchecker don&#39;t work on IE so correct my spelling I know you wanna:p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and miss asian person who seems to love me I have no idea what all the squares are and your page looks like its a porn site yeah ok nice pics in underwear but what would your mother say seriously put some clothes on girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m not using Multiply anymore either it&#39;s turned into Ebay on speed .. full of spammy shops ewwww</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/feeds/3636136209139832686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3392176501485285887/3636136209139832686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/3636136209139832686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/3636136209139832686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-dont-get-it.html' title='I don&#39;t get it'/><author><name>Missy A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837378208314586720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBR-lyHFaOkEUF0-EGAvVK4b0Dibu6LTHXcw2GahQG5OYZLH4N7tlDHzYahX_Lrt1dsLvVqH7hbTWZAruXefX2HdBAns-U0zUamRNFPBGAuWXfe0LGjlqH7d4Dyn-2RA/s220/southparklookin.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392176501485285887.post-8650735652856546189</id><published>2010-07-07T12:39:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T12:43:51.503+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I still alive?</title><content type='html'>yes no I dunno maybe , haven&#39;t done much lately maybe you thought I was dead ... sorry I&#39;m not not yet&lt;br /&gt;might try and get back on here nd start blogging again , maybe&lt;br /&gt;Not that anyone has really noticed most of you are gone now is all good in a way I never liked fame and it looks like I&#39;ve left it long enough for everyone to forget about me&lt;br /&gt;apart from some chinese comments on the last post .. &lt;em&gt;can&#39;t read em so deleted em sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was it .... fair enough</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/feeds/8650735652856546189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3392176501485285887/8650735652856546189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/8650735652856546189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3392176501485285887/posts/default/8650735652856546189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missinterupted.blogspot.com/2010/07/am-i-still-alive.html' title='Am I still alive?'/><author><name>Missy A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837378208314586720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' 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