How I hate Centrelink!!!!! Almost everyone else I know hates them too. They tell you five different answers every time you ask a question. They backtrack and dribble so much BS that I don’t know where to start. My payments have been suspended because I was too sick to attend an appointment, even though I rang in plenty of time and rescheduled the appointment.

Their reasoning for the suspension - to guarantee that the next appointment would be kept. So what if I had still been sick or in hospital or something else had happened to stop me from attending today. TOO BAD. I would have had to wait until I could get into the office to attend an appointment .

The result of this - I am now even more determined than ever to get off their stupid roundabout. I WILL NOT BE FORCED TO GO TO WORK IN A JOB THAT I HATE. I would rather die than do some meaningless task that has no future prospects. I will make my internet businesses and my party plan business a HUGE success, just so that I don;t have to pander to the most ridiculously idiotic Government department ever.

Bureaucratic BS abounds in CentreLink more than any other place I have dealt with.  They have no idea how to treat people like people, to them we are just meaningless numbers. Another sheep in the paddock of life. They can go stick it. I’m a PERSON not a NUMBER.

WOWEE, who would have thought that a bunch of black poly pipe could perform miracles. I’ve heard that lots of people  use poly pipe mats to solar heat pools and spas. Well that’s exactly what BPR has done. There is about 90 metres of pipe curling, twisting and winding it’s way over the roof of the granny flat and today the spa was actually too hot to get into. But it was great to know that it works.

I’m about to embark on a career change. I have just joined up with an at home party plan company. I’m not allowed to say their name, because that is their policy, but they are a global company who manufacture and distribute a fantastic range of personal care and cosmetic products. I already use and love the products and they are very popular, so that is half the battle won already.

I’ve had a really good reception with getting started and so far everyone I have asked has agreed to have either a real party or a catalogue party to help me get up and running. Should be great fun. I’ve done party plan and other direct selling before, so it is nothing new to me. I was once a Tupperware lady (love the product, but hated trying to sell it), and I did Learner’s World toys and books for a while when Moo was really little and did quite well at it.

Now that I’m older and have more confidence I should do pretty well I think. And guess who sponsored me - none other than my little Moo. The lady who trained me said she hadn’t heard of a mother being sponsored by a daughter before, so we could be a first.

I had a display table at our local school on election day and had a fantastic response. I managed to get ten new contacts names and numbers. I’m hoping I can get a few of these girls to host parties after Christmas to kickstart the New Year. The first team meeting last night was an absolute hoot with a lovely bunch of girls in our team so I’m looking forward to meeting and making some new friends.

I found a pretty cool service today that should help with keeping the costs of running my site down. It’s called Blogvertise, and they pay you to have ads on your site. I’ll try it out to see if it works and if it does, well and good, if not then it’s no skin off my nose. They send you assignments to do and you write entries about the websites or services that advertise through them.

You don’t even have to like the website they send you to look at. Once you have written a post about the site(and it only needs to be 75 words or more - easy peasy), it gets submitted back to Blogvertise for approval and you then earn some cash straight to your PayPal account. It’s easy to register, you just provide them with some basic information. You need to have a PayPal account and your own blog, preferably one that has been going for at least a few months. Once you’ve been approved you can submit other blogs you own as well and then blog away to your hearts content. If you do assignments on sites you can relate to it should be pretty easy.

I can’t see a downside to it, it looks like a win-win situation.

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OMG, the Blue Power Ranger rocks big time. We now have a fully functioning in-ground pool, with working spa and solar heating. How cool is that? Blue got it into his head a couple of weeks ago that he wanted to get the pool up and running again, so he’s gone and done it all. He fixed the pump and filter, got the spa an air pump so we now have bubbles instead of just water jets and rigged up solar heating using black pipe on the roof of the granny flat.

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RareBear’s boyfriend has officially been TAGGED. He is now affectionately know as the blue Power Ranger. He got himself a new motor bike last week and being very safety conscious, bought a full set of leathers. Being tall, at about 6′2, and thin, we all lost it when he modelled his new suit for us.

It was one of the funniest things I’ve seen in the last few weeks. And with the full face helmet perched on top, I lost the plot completely. So the blue Power Ranger was born.

Here’s to the kids : by Pete Wentz FOB

The kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of whiskey & Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party.

Here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. Here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars.

Here’s to the kids who never were too good at life, but still were wicked cool.

Here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV…and blame MTV for ruining their life.

Here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts.

Here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. Here’s to the kids who hum “A Little Less 16 Candles A Little More Touch Me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night.

Here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart….from someone who didn’t even know they existed.

Here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being A Wall Flower & didn’t feel so alone after doing so.

Here’s to the kids who spend their days in photo booths with their best friend(s).

Here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses & just don’t care.

Here’s to the kids who speak their mind. Here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep.

Here’s to the kids who second-guess themselves on everything they do.

Here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids who are okay with that.

Here’s to the kids.

One of my elderly aunts passed away last Sunday after a short illness. I have very fond childhood memories of many holidays spent with her, my uncle and my cousins in Warrnambool, Victoria.

I remember one Christmas, when I was about ten, my cousin received a tape recorder and we spent the rest of the day hiding in inconspicuous places taping all the goings ons. It was quite hilarious listening to the frivolity round the table. Some of the eating noises coming from the adults were quite disgusting, with belches and burps and conversations carrying on with obviously full mouths. We were in fits of laughter listening to it all.

My dear aunty, bless her soul wondered what we were laughing about and we really didn’t want to tell her, so she took the recorder and listened for herself. We got in sooooo much trouble for “spying” on the adults and were suitably chastised for being “silly little girls”. I still remember the chuckle in her voice as she told the other adults what we had been up to.

Some of the most memorable times were the weddings. I was one of the youngest in the extended family and was lucky enough to be able to go to most of my older cousins marriages. I can barely remember the ceremonies, but the highlight was the reception, always held at a place called Pigalle and I always believed that it was named because everyone went there and made a pig of themselves at the wedding feast. Why else would you call a reception venue “Pig Alley”? I guess that’s a little kid’s logic for you!! Read the rest of this entry »

You’re sweet sixteen no longer. Can’t believe it’s a year since your last birthday. Where did that time go?

Have a great day, enjoy your party and may all your hopes and dreams come true.

Love ya, Bear xoxox.

We’ve all seen those little poodles and swans that magicians make from balloons. They look like three year olds made them compared to what you’re about to see. Check these out. Click the thumbnail to view the full size pic.

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Your first year as a teenager is over now. Won’t be long til your driving.

HAVE A GREAT DAY TIM BOB. LUV YA LITTLE GIRL !!!!

TimBob at Good Charlotte

The date just hit me. October 19th. It was Dad’s birthday. He would have been 81 today if that cruellest of all diseases, cancer, had not taken him at the age of fifty five. That was 25 years ago last May. So long, but not long at all. I was only nineteen. From the time he was diagnosed to the time he passed away was only six or seven weeks. Read the rest of this entry »

Since Barry died, I have made some pretty stupid decisions, partly because I procrastinate and partly because I was not really thinking straight. One of those stupid decisions was to sell the house that I loved in a neighbourhood I loved. It hit me like a ton of bricks last weekend, but then hindsight is a wonderful thing and provides so much clarity. All I have really done is given the equity I had back to the banks for nothing. Read the rest of this entry »

Have you ever watched kids
on a merry go round
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground
Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You’d better slow down.
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last.
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My daughter found this quiz about my hometown of Adelaide today

1. [x] You were born in SA
2. [x] You drink Farmer’s Union Iced Coffee
3. [x] You meet people at the “Malls Balls”
4. [ ] At least half of your neighbours were born before 1950
5. [x] You grew up on Fritz & sauce sangas* (sandwiches) ?
6. [x] You eat Fruchocs
7. [x] You’ve never watched NRL
8. [x] You’ve been to the Christmas Pageant
9. [x] And then lined up for more than an hour to see Santa in the Magic Cave

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