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    Wednesday 21st March 2007

    I'm still about... just haven't bothered checking this for a while as MSN has been playing up AGAIN!  I do really need to do an update... OH WELL!

    Tuesday 20th February 2007

    GOD.... I haven't posted on here for absolutely AGES!!!!  TBH I can't be arsed anymore, I do like Windows Live Spaces BUT there are better places about where you can blog and not have soo many problems as this fucking thing seems to acquire 99% of the time.
     
    I've found myself avoiding posting on the Miscarriage and Childloss group I've been a member/assistant manager of for over 2 years because of the calibar of what's been posted on there over the past 9 months, it's put me off greatly.  It's like it's been overtaken by morons.  I've noticed a lot of normal regular members have even stopped posting on there too (mmm, I can't for the life think why LOL).  Had a gander on it today and OMG, it's enough to go shoot fucking your brains out.  I've gotten sick and tired of letting members know the ground rules and where to post certain topics, only for that to be totally fucking ignored.  People who have just recently join, don't want to read about some dumb fuck wits 3rd pregnancy/her twatty on off boyfriend/one of her kids choking/about social services being involved etc., etc.  People join for comfort and a shoulder to cry on.... then they're greeted by the above and unsurprisingly, don't post.  Also, I know a lot of old time members on the group are wary because of the invasion and revelation that about 8 members were infact the same person AND they'd made up a load of bullshit about losing a child to a cot death and then another child falling ill and dying of cancer.  It REALLY unsettled the group.
     
    The group is no longer a group for people who have miscarried or lost a child.  It's a group where a couple of members (won't name names but anyone who knows me, knows exactly who I'm talking about *WINKS*) just constantly yabba on and on and on and on about themselves.... and have ago at other members because they haven't been about to massage there ego's. The whole essence of what the group was about has been lost and I can fully understand why even Lou (the person who created the group) can't be arsed with it anymore.... it makes me sad.  If it wasn't for the group, I wouldn't have gotten to know Marit or Lou.... received support and reassurance during the pregnancy that followed my miscarriage.
     
    Anyways.... things are alright with me.... the kids are driving me fucking barmy at the moment, I soooo wish I was working.  Working for Tesco's over Christmas gave me some much needed sanity back to my life, and I miss it :o( and I also miss earning some cash too.  2007 has been interesting so far and not interesting in a bad way either, which is bizarre LOL.  I just wish you could back date your posts (like some other blogger sites), then I could update you with things properly and not post an extremely loooooooooooooooooong blog to fill you in (even this has a word limit, which I think I would easily break twice over HEE! HEE!).
     
    Right, gotta go and sort out the loonies.
     
    X
     
    P.S.  HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOU.... HAVE A FABBO DAY MATE

    Happy New Year

    Happy New Year
     
    BLAH BLAH BLAH
     
    Must wish Mr OB a VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY FOR TODAY... the old git is 49 today LOL

    Sunday 31st December 2006

    Yeah, I know
     
    yada yada yada
     
    It's been a while
     
    yada yada yada
     
    and the last dozen or so postings I have left have been erm incomplete LOL.
     
    I have been busy and TBH MSN has been messing me about lots lately that it's kinda put me off posting... if you write a nice long post, it disappears and mucho swearing comes out of mouth.  Hopefully in 2007 MSN will get it's finger out of it's arse and sort out all these little problems that keep on appearing cos I swear it's putting people off setting up accounts and posting... they look else where to do a blog.
     
    Anyway... I will fill you in with what's what and fill in the blanks of my incomplete posts.
     
    All I can say is that FUCK Christmas is all done and dusted and it's nearly 2007.... I will be SOOOOOO glad to see the back of 2006 I can tell ya.
     
    HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL
     
    I'm now going to grab myself a drink (not getting pissed though because I'm on pain killers at the moment - women's things grrrr) and see in the New Year... likely I'll be asleep time Big Ben strikes midnight LOL.
     
    SEE YOU IN 2007

    Wednesday 15th November 2006

    Nice to see MSN Messenger is playing up today... things NEVER change LOL.

    Monday 13th November

    I HAVE A JOB
    I HAVE A JOB

    Why I haven't been about

    ... All will be explained.

    Wednesday 6th September 2006

    Just returned from the local A&E, they successfully removed the piece of fried egg Sydney had stuck up there.  David went in with her and I took Kelsie up to the shop to get a magazine and some sweets, just as I was returning to the A&E department I saw David and Sydney making there way out.  Apparently Sydney was as good as gold and didnt even flinch.

    Tuesday 5th September 2006

    CHILDREN AHHHHHHHHHH

    Sunday 3rd September 2006

    FRIDAY
    Nextdoor
     
    SATURDAY
     
    SUNDAY

    Tuesday 29th August 2006

    THE BANK HOLIDAY WEEKEND

    Saturday 26th August 2006

    The run up to Sam’s wedding has been stressful, weddings are stressful enough but if you add Dave’s twattish son and VB into the equation... AHHHHHHH!

    When Sam announced she’d set the date for the wedding, I warned her then that ‘they’d’ kick off... at first she didn’t know what I meant, then I told her that her wedding day fell on one of the demonic brat's birthday. TBH I think they thought I was being a bit mellow dramatic about it but when you’ve been witness to a few of the stunts Lee and VB have pulled over the years, you get accustomed to there ways.

    As the wedding date drew nearer and nearer (and as predicted) they started to play up. First of all they demanded that VB’s younger sister Keira be invited to the wedding as well as some cousin who no one liked but who Lee gets on with... this demand was refused. Then 2 weeks before the wedding, VB then asked if her dad could come because BOO HOO his 2nd wife had walked out on him; he's living round theirs and he’d been done for drink driving (again) and was in court (the day VB rang up) about it. VB was apparently concerned about him and the reason she wanted him to come was because she didn’t want him to be left at home all by himself and to his own devices... this is the same dad who a few months ago, she couldn’t give a rats arse about. Her dad is a fucking arsehole... permanently pissed, insulting, racist and always looking for a fight etc., etc... the perfect combination for a wedding hey. They were told to their faces that he wasn’t being invited to the wedding because everything had been booked and couldn’t be changed etc., etc... so VB started umming and rr-ring about whether she’d come (see if she didn’t go it’s a sure betting that Lee and the DB's wouldn’t be allowed out minus her), Sam told her that she WOULD be coming end of LOL.

    A week before the wedding, I received a phone call from Julia asking if we’d been invited over VB’s Friday morning (yes the Friday of the wedding) to attend DB3’s birthday party... a birthday party VB had decided to throw a couple of days ago. We hadn’t been invited. Julia said that they wanted her over there for 12 (the wedding takes place at 3) and VB told her that it would be a shame for DB3 to miss out celebrating his birthday and having no grandparent’s on Lee’s side attend. She told them that there’s no way she’d be able to go (well for obvious reasons) and she offered to buy DB3 a birthday cake (to make up for not going) which would be placed on their table on the night. This seemed to have satisfied VB ego.

    The night before the wedding, Sam and Julia had gone round there to drop off DB3’s birthday cards and presents – they were totally blanked not only by Lee and VB but also by the demonic brats.

    THE DAY OF THE WEDDING...
    The wedding went brilliantly. Sam looked gorgeous in her dress, Sydney did a brilliant job as bridesmaid and Dave’s father of the bride speech went really well. The whole day and night was really good, everyone enjoyed themselves... apart from you know who.

    It was always going to be a case of when and how they were going to strike... we’d been on tender hooks all day and then all night. Watching and waiting but nothing kicked off til midnight, when everyone was making their way home from the reception.

    I got home (successfully completed my first solo journey in the car WOO HOO) just after 11:30 because the kids had literally crashed out and needed putting to bed, Dave stayed to the end and didn’t crawl in til about 1 a.m. When he came up the stairs, I just knew something wasn’t right because of the expression on his face. So asked him what was wrong and he told me he’d been on the phone for the past ½ an hour trying to console Julia. Guessing it was Lee and VB that had rocked the boat, I asked him what they’d done... so, he got his mobile out and showed me the message she’d received when she literally stepped in the front door. It read (although won’t make sense unless you read it slowly because there’s no punctuation in it) as follows:

    thanks mum cause of u ****** didnt have his birthday cake was asking u all night asleep now thanks. tell sam that was nice of her to take photos of the kids we dressed them nice. and u obviously forgot who your grandkids r not sydney or harley didnt even give them a time of day

    As you can imagine, Julia was upset about this message and I know they were hoping she’d bite back and reply to them... thankfully she didn’t give them the satisfaction because I tell you, if she had replied well it would’ve given them the ammunition they were hoping for. This is what happened during the day, which warranted their perfectly executed text message...

    It started with Lee ringing Dave and asking him what time he’d be getting to the church – DERRR, Dave would be the last to arrive because he would be arriving with the bride. So we were left wondering if they were going to turn up at all (pity they did really) or whether they’d make an grand entrance (if you get what I mean).

    When I entered the church to take my seat, the look I received from VB, jesus christ... if looks could kill, I would’ve died on the spot. It appears that VB coped the hump because half way during the ceremony, Sydney got a bit bored sitting at the front with the other bridesmaids and went to sit on Dave’s lap. Then it came to the vows bit and Dave had to get up and stand next to Terri, so he
    put Sydney on Julia’s lap. Sydney’s hair piece had started to come off and Julia attempted to fix it back in place... of course all of
    this would’ve been in full view of you know who. After the ceremony finished, we all made our way outside, the bride and groom had some pictures taken and all the guests mingled with each other. I noticed that VB hadn’t made an effort to dress up, she was in her usual black get up... looked like she’d just gotten out of the bath judging by the state of her hair and had a facial expression only an arse (hole) could love. Then I noticed that she’d gone to the effort of making sure that the DB's would be noticed on the day by dressing up the 2 youngest (who are girls) in fucking bridesmaid dresses – I kid you not. The elder of the 2, was in a white number and the youngest was in a matching pink version. Some people went up to her and commented on how cute they looked etc., etc., VB lapped up the attention.

    She had
    a face liked a smacked arse during the entire reception and had Lee running about both after her and the DB's whilst she sat on her fat arse with the youngest super glued to her all night. Just before the speeches were made, VB decided that she was going to go outside with a couple of the DB's... grabbed hold of DB3’s birthday cake and took Sydney with her. After the speeches had been made, everyone went into the bar for a few drinks whilst the room was being prepared for the disco. I was sat in the lobby because Kelsie was fast asleep on me didn’t want to jiggle her about and didn’t want to take her into a smokey bar. The DB's were running riot in the place... turns out later that Sam’s father in law had to go outside to sort them out because they were trying to pull the branches off the willow trees and uprooting all the plants. Dave had managed to catch up with Lee, who told him that he thought the wedding was crap, moaned about the food, the disco and generally being a sarcastic little sod... apparently (found this out today) he'd also been spouting his mouth off to a few of the guests as well.

    You know I think they were hoping that before, during or even after the speeches were made, that DB3’s birthday cake was going to be placed on the top table... the candle lit, DB3 and Co invited up to the top table for everyone to sing Happy Birthday to him *ROLLS EYES*. DB’s birthday did get mentioned but obviously not how they wanted it to be... during the disco the DJ did a couple of announcements and it just so happened that another guest had a birthday that day too. So the DJ did birthday wishes for them both.

    I think I said all but a couple of words to her/Lee for the entire day/night, thankfully didn’t get (what a shame) the opportunity to mingle with them (BOO HOO I’m so upset – NOT!). The eldest (he’s 7) DB came over to see Dave and was alright, I talked to him but couldn’t get a word out of him (obviously been instructed not to speak to certain people).

    So..... them acting like total moronic tw*ts at Terri’s wedding hasn’t done them any favours (but has done me quite a few) and in fact they’ve now alienated EVERYONE, no one wants anything to do with them and Terri’s in laws now think they’re a bunch of tossers.





    Well, it’s taken me 1 year and 48 days to do but DAR DARD DAR DARRRRRRRRRRRRR… I’ve driven solo for the first time since passing my test. I didn’t fuck it up, scratch the car, crash, take other cars out, hit the kerb, run over anyone. Got home about 11:30.

    So apart from a few sarcastic comments to dave, they’d reasonably (for them) behaved themselves… that was until much later. It was blantantly obvious that they were going to ruin the day one way or another. It was just a case of where and when….


    How the day went with them
    As fucking predicted… Lee and VB played up.
    She’d gone to no effort whatsoever to dress herself up – infact I think she had on the same outfit she wore to my blessing which was back in 2004 (surprised she still fitted into it if that was the case.. will have a look back on the photo’s to check cos I know I’ve sent hat delightful outfit before). Only difference being that her hair was different… she still had the same fucking expression on her face re. smacked arse syndrome.

    When I entered the church to take my seat the fucking look I got off her – jesus, if looks could kill. I would’ve dropped down dead there and then, and would have to be removed via a body bag.

    It also appears that it has fucking narked them that none of their kids were asked to be pageboys or bridesmaids (sam had her step-daughter to be and her 2 sisters as bridesmaids)… so the next best thing she could do was try and out do the bridesmaids but dressing up no.4 and 5 in fucking bridesmaid dresses.

    Sydney during the ceremony got a bit bored and wanted to sit on dave’s lap but when the time came to sam and russsell exchanging vows dave had to to get up and stand next to sam, so syd was transferred from his lap on to julie’s because she was sitting next to him.

    Didn’t speak to L&VB

    AT THE CLIFF


    When the disco was in full swing the did turned down the music to make a few announcements… and wished Haiden a happy birthday for today. But this wasn’t good enough for them.

    OH NO

    Personally, I think that they thought Haiden’s birthday cake was going to be placed on the top table before the Speeches. The candles lighted, and be asked to go up to the top table for everybody in the room to sing happy birthday to him.

    Oh yeah, did talk to Kaine briefly but by god, it was like trying to get fucking blood out of a stone. It was like he’d been briefed to ignore people.



    Julie got this text message

    Thanks mum cause of u Haiden didn’t have his birthday cake was asking u all night asleep now thanks. Tell sam that was nice of her to take photos of kids we dressed them nice. and u obviously forgot who your grandkids r not Sydney or Harley didn’t even give them a time of day.


    Moaned about the disco
    Moaned about the food.

    I was sat in the lobby because Kelsie was fast asleep catching 40 winks in my arms. The kids were constantly in and out all the time. Infact… I was shocked that they left no.4 to her own device. When we were all summonded back t othe room for he disco, they walked past me and didn’t look very happy. I’m sure I heard comments about how no one was helping them etc., etc. Someone took pity on them and helped vb carry the portable car seat containing no.5 to the room. WOW it’s just soo hard for VB to actually lift a carseat isn’t it… not like the other kids were about. MILK MILK MILK.

    Bitch didn’t like it because I was sat up the top table next to dave.

    FOOD
    SPEECHES

    VB conveniently pissed off outside just before the speeches were made, with the Scooby doo cake under one arm and a c oupl eo f her kids.

    Everyone went into the 2 bars, as the room had to be prepared for the disco.

    Dave went on to tell me what had happened after I left…
    He got on the bus to get home, dropped off Julia and then got a phone call from her. She’d received (oooh time to fucking perfection) a text from Lee’s phone that had really upset her, Julie sent it to Dave for him to see.

    [INSERT THE TEXT MESSAGE]

    After reading the message he was on the phone with her trying to calm her down because she wasn’t happy.

    Sunday 20th August 2006

    *:.:**:.:*

    Friday 18th August 2006

    BB7 Finale tonight
     
     
     
     
     
    Well, well, well... surprise, surprise... VB is up to no fucking good (as per usual). Julia has rung to me ask if we've had an invite to go round and see Haiden next Friday.  We haven't.  Apparently VB wants Julia round there for 12 blah, blah, blah.  It's Sam's wedding that Friday, VB knows it and this is her way of putting a spanner int he works.  VB also isn't going to like the fact that Sam and Russell have veto'd inviting her piss head dad to the wedding.  So it's looking extremely likely that they will no not bother going to the wedding.

    Wednesday 16th August 2006

    Call me mad LOL but decided to stay up and watch a bit of 'The Mint' on ITV. I've noticed that they've changed the format of the programme (and the cost of phoning in too - they must be minted HEE HEE sorry for the lame joke) from the last time I watched, before they use to always display how much was in the Mint vault and had a clock ticking away etc., etc. The games are lamer and they've also dumb’d it down a bit LOL... anyway, this was the early early morning programme, it was running a couple of minutes late as the news had overrun and screwed the TV scheduling up. Brian and Bev were presenting the programme... thank fuck, can't stand that male blonde haired twatty presenter they sometimes have on – he’s such an annoying cunt. The first game comes up... OOOOOOOOOOO its sooooo hard NOT!!!
     
    Find the word
     
    T
    G     S
    O         O
    A       P
    L
     
     for £1,000
     
    Couple of seconds into this game the prize fund goes up to a whooping £4,000, Bev waffles on for about 5 minutes and then decides to put a 2 or was it 3 minute countdown clock on the screen. She waffles some more and just as the countdown clock reaches 0:08 seconds, she takes a call... fuck me *rolls eyes* the caller got it right HEE HEE (the word, encase you hadn't of worked it out was GOALPOST). Now for game number 2 - this looks a piece of piss, but it isn’t as you will see.
     
    Add the numbers
     
    NINETEEN MINUS FIVE =
    4 + 3 x 2 =
    6 - 5 =
     
    for £15,000
     
    As with the previous game the prize fund goes up, they triple the money to £45,000. Looking at the puzzle... you'd first of all do 19-5=14 then 4+3=7x2=14 and finally 6-5=1... the TOTAL if you add those numbers up is 29. WRONG WRONG WRONG. I stayed up intreged to find out what the bloody answer was as obviously the 'Add the numbers' game has a fucking catch to it.
     
    29, 1028, 20, 25, 15
     
    Turbo round
     
    11, 14141, 7, 41101, 39, 1072, 31, 27, 43, 45, 44, 29, 11, 46, 2, 11, 29, 44, 20, 15, 53, 73, 44, 28, 28, 25, 25, 59, 73, 83
     
    1/2 an hour later... end of Turbo round, prize fund money is now Quadrupled to a humongous £60,000 (it is soo tempting to ring in HEE HEE). Brian is now interviewing Michelle Marsh, for those of you who don't know who Michelle Marsh is, she's a glamour model and was recently on Celebrity X Factor. During the interview, they take about 5 calls: 29, 30, 35, 69, 49 (all WRONG WRONG WRONG answers). Brian plays a game with Michelle called 'Hot or Not', she has to identify if the female zelebrities on the cards he's about to show her are hotter or notter than her as she came about No.30 (OK I made that number up because my brain was starting to switch off about now) in FHM top 100 females poll. First card up *chuckles*... the lovely Abi Titmuff, cue looks of disgust from Michelle and giggling... she answers NOT - WRONG!!! Titmuff came... wait for it 7th in the FHM poll. Looks of shock on both Michelle and Brians' faces, "How did that come 7th?" questions Michelle "She's as rough as dogs." Next card up Cameron Diaz "HOT" Michelle replies - WRONG... Cameron is 57th in the poll. "How is she 57th when (picking up the Titmuff card) that is 7th". "It's voted by men" Brian responds, "So blokes like slags then" Michelle chuckles and Brian joins in with the Titmuff-is-dog-rough banter. I'm PMSL laughing at this and quite liking Michelle. Anyway... more cards were shown and more calls were taken: 2076, 30, 11, 2941. No one has come up with the correct answer and the prize money drops back down to Triple status. OOOO it's yet another Turbo round...
     
    20, 102, 2, 24, 63, 15, 14, 82, 25, 44, 29, 8 (this game has now been running for an hour Zzzzzzzzz), 1079, 41, 63, 20, 73, 44, 73, 43, 7, 45, 2944, 68, 9, 78, 1, 29, 5, 82, 11, 34, 36, 71, 32, 95, 29, 23, 17, 1027, 13, 3126, 15, 73, 44
     
    Now it's time to bring out the 5 minute countdown clock out...
     
    -1, 1154, 40, 7, 13, 73
     
    No fucker gets the correct answer and the presenters are starting to get peeved off at the amount of repeated answers and twats who don't turn their TV's down, can't hear them and take ages to answer because of this.  So they get the next trick out of the bag, the 2 minute countdown clock which they stop when they answer a call and restart back to 2 if the caller is incorrect.
     
    2091, 102, 20, 14141
     
    They now change the prize fund AGAIN, it's now back up to QUADRUPLE MONEY £60,000... they don't seem to be answering calls as fast as they were and seem to be waffling on about a load of bollocks to fill the time
     
    15, 25, 29, 20... by this time it was nearing a quarter to 3 and I just couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. I am curious now to know if any fucker got the correct answer or not, will have to look on a couple of internet forums to see. Oh yeah, I was shocked to find out that NO ONE has managed to crack the MINT SAFE CODE yet... they've still only got the 1st digit of the code showing and the prize find stands at £117,000 + probably hit the £118, 000 mark by the time the programme finished at 4 a.m. I just have this feeling that they're trying to milk the Mint jackpot, so that it's still unclaimed by the time the Mint enters it's last week and quelle surprise some lucky so and so will win the humongous jackpot on the lastnight.
    _________________
     
    Just had David on the phone, delightfully informing me about the cat shitting all over the clothes that he dumped into Sydney's room for me to fold up and put away. I was stroppy on the phone with him because I don't wanna hear about the cat's toilet habits at this time of the morning, also I'm trying to feed Kelsie at the moment and she's being a stroppy arsed cow GRRR... secondly, last week I had removed all the clothes that he'd dumped in there previously and had to sniff them as, yes you've guessed... the cat had pissed on them. You would think hubby would've learnt his lesson the first time wouldn't you... NO NO NO NO. David was stroppy back to me and I told him, what am I suppose to do... split myself in half and like I've had the fucking time this week to sort out a fresh new pile of clothing to put away - TWAT!!!
     

    Tuesday 15th August 2006

    *BLOG BEING POSTED TOMORROW AS I CAN BE ARSED TYPING IT UP ON HERE BECAUSE IT'S SOOOO SLOW LOADING UP... EDITING VIA WORD*
     
    I FANK YOU :P

    Saturday 12th August 2006

    GRRRR WTF is going on with this bloody thing, I tried to post a message lastnight but the fucker wouldn't let me .
     
     
    UPDATE:

    Sunday 6th August 2006

    NOTES FOR BLOG:
     
    FRIDAY
    AND TODAY

    Tuesday 1st August 2006

    Where has July gone... only seems like July was in its infancy and now it's August. Infact... where has the whole fucking year gone to??? Bet the shops are now going to start getting all the Christmas stuff in... hold the press LOL Woolworths already have there christmas cards and wrapping paper in.
     
    DORMITORY
    When you rearrange the letters
    DIRTY ROOM
     
    PRESBYTERIAN
    When you rearrange the letters
    BEST IN PRAYER
     
    ASTRONOMER
    When you rearrange the letters
    MOON STARER
     
    DESPERATION
    When you rearrange the letters
    A ROPE ENDS IT
     
    THE EYES
    When you rearrange the letters
    THEY SEE
     
    GEORGE BUSH
    When you rearrange the letters
    HE BUGS GORE
     
    THE MORSE CODE
    When you rearrange the letters
    HERE COMES DOTS
     
    SLOT MACHINES
    When you rearrange the letters
    CASH LOST IN ME
     
    ANIMOSITY
    When you rearrange the letters
    IS NO AMITY
     
    ELECTION RESULTS
    When you rearrange the letters
    LIES - LET'S RECOUNT
     
    MOTHER IN LAW
    When you rearrange the letters
    WOMAN HITLER
     
    SNOOZE ALARMS
    When you rearrange the letters
    ALAS! NO MORE Z'S
     
    A DECIMAL POINT
    When you rearrange the letters
    I'M A DOT IN PLACE
     
    THE EARTHQUAKES
    When you rearrange the letters
    THAT QUEER SHAKE
     
    ELEVEN PLUS TWO
    When you rearrange the letteres
    TWELVE PLUS ONE
     
    AND FOR THE GRAND FINALE
     
    PRESIDENT CLINTON OF THE USA
    When you rearrange the letters
    (with no letters left over and using each letter only once)
    TO COPULATE HE FINDS INTERNS
     
    Yep! Someone with waaaaaaay too much time on their hands!