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So far so sucky!

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Ever since I was a little girl I have been a little intense , hehe, slightly dramatic and prone to stressing.
So it made sense that when I fell pregnant (fell, hahaha as in oh no I slipped and now I’m “with child”) people have been on my case not to stress, which I must say is causing even more stress.
and life is obviously out to get me to stress, work alone has sent me into panic mode four times last week because more than once I find myself feeling like “IM SURROUNDED BY CRAZY PEOPLE” seriously.
This week I vowed to be in a more relaxed state, then yesterday the brakes on my car failed and Rob went hurdling into oncoming traffic and bright and early this morn I crashed his car,  even worse, our lil niece Kameron has been booked into hospital.
NOT A GOOD START 🙁

Don’t call me, seriously! I cant answer :(

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I’m sooooo frustrated this morning!!! Mainly because my phone needs to go in for repairs, I know you’re thinking, “that is not the end of the world, sometimes technology fails and you need to get it sorted”, that is all good and well, but this is the third time with THE SAME PHONE!!!!!
I haven’t even had the blackberry for that long , but it seems to spend more time being “repaired” (I think they actually just stick a sticker on it and ship it back to me) than it does with me, and when it is with me, the tracker pad gets stuck and I have to watch, IN COMPLETE FRUSTRATION, how a text, email, bbm or app upgrade is sent to my phone and I cant do anything about it! it also sucks that I CANT SWITCH OFF MY ALARM!!!! it’s stuck on snooze and has gone off every 5 minutes since six this morning.
I complained to the cellphone company and apparently they can give me a new phone (I’m on contract)  FINALLY! but wait there is a catch.
You know all those other times I took it in naively believing that “sending it in for repairs” meant “getting it fixed” (and ending up waiting over a month to get it back – it was supposed to take two weeks at a time, so imagine my surprise after phoning and going in a couple of times to pick up phone and being told it was not ready, then getting a phone call asking when I’m coming to collect my phone that has been in their storage room for ages- IDIOTS!).
Anyway apparently they can’t give me a new phone unless I prove my phone has been in “for repairs” repeatedly. I must prove this by supplying them with the receipts from the previous repairs, which I didn’t keep because quite frankly I did not think I’d need it again!!!
I’m currently so annoyed I could spit (I don’t spit, but prob could now) anyway wish me luck or at least get bail money together for the case of “frustrated customer beats cellphone shop employee into a coma with broken blackberry” I just might be involved in that.

Have a good day all.

I’m determined to not have Thursday suck…

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This is not a picture of mine, mine did not last long enough for photoshoots
this one is from here
Hey great news (knock on wood) Rob gets to stay, there was a mix up with his documentation and turns out he is not the one moving to five miles from nowhere.
Which means my belief in the power of prayer has been restored 😀
Added to that great news I’ve just had two muffin/cupcake thingies for breakfast because I feel great (even though this week is taking FOREVER!!!)
The one was carrot cake and the other a Earl Grey sultana masterpiece which was so yumdilly scrumptious I bought another for lunch (about that diet…)
Any way just wanted to share the great news and thank you for holding thumbs.
One of my favourite sayings, rings true today:
“Everything turns out all right in the end. If it’s not all right, it’s not the end”

Doctor Schoctor

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Feel free to call me crazy, but nothing makes me feel quite as sick as going to the doctor.
It fills me with so much dread I often think the doctor I should be visiting would have me on a couch explaining "how that makes me feel".
But seriously I have weirdest thoughts while waiting at doctors offices. After chatting to receptionist who would clearly rather be doing anything, anything at all expect speak to me (why are they always so rude!) I find myself in waiting room mentally muttering to myself… (Hey score!!! A nice receptionist she must have failed the bitch test)

-ok gotta mentally list what's wrong with me or I'll end up with no answer to the "so what can I do for you today/what seems to be the problem" question. Crap now I can't remember, why am I here anyway? Everyone else looks like they are dying, now I'm either going to end up looking like a hypocondriac or I'll take one of the other patients illnesses with me, good 1! come in with flu leave with TB.
I hate being here wish the husband wouldn't get tired of nagging and drag me here. I don't like waiting much and the magazines are older than my baby sister. If I bring my own mags I always get looked at like I'm hogging then stealing the good 1s. Yes I over think things damn waiting room gives me to much damn time to think! Where was I oh making list of ailments, damn can't remember. Last thing I need is to make a miraculous recovery when my name is about to be called (not that I don't want to get better, just would prefer it happened at home watching tv not while doctor looks at me wanting answers to his probing questions). In the past ailments have included falling off the same horse three times into a cactus and falling down stairs with spoon in my mouth and hurting jaw, getting into scuffle with muggers and dislocating my shoulder, a locked jaw, ears that wouldn't stop ringing, a broken toe from kicking the pillow, this doctor must think I'm such a drama queen, bleugh it's my turn and luckily all the anxiety has made me look rather sick, good start…
PS. Just walked in and new dr was actually at my school, awkward much

Taste of childhood

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Someone on twitter mentioned Rascals this morning and I was instantly taken back to my younger days where my mom would buy a string of little packets for each of us (siblings) and we could take a packet to school everyday and I’d eat all of mine in one sitting and have no treat to take to school, but I didn’t mind because stuffing all those chewy fruity sweets into my mouth (back when I was a negative clothes size) was soooo worth it and I could always buy my sister’s from her (she always preferred money over snacks, prob why she is still a negative clothes size and always has money).
A friend @nogsteedslana tweeted back to say it tasted like sunnypark’s parkinglot,hahahaha-she makes me laugh that one-any way it made me think of other treats I loved as a kid and can’t find these days…. I don’t remember names much so help me out
 
—  there was this chocolate similiar to twix think it was called 777 anyone remember that? I feel like I might have been dreaming it,lol
—  I used to love those juices that had the straw coming out of bottom of plastic bottle and straw had little cap, don’t think the juice was all that nice, but I love novelties 🙂
—  That yogurt where the topping came in its own little compartment and you folded it over and mixed, yum
—  Ooh those Pep chocolate bars that were square and in green packet with a minty filling – I used to live on those at tech, yummy!
—  Those orange chocolates that looked like a orange chocolate cut into little slices – used to steal slices from my aunt 🙂
 

BLUERGH day!

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I'm off sick today, and amongst other things I feel like a car that has completely run out of petrol! Sputtering and dragging along, nt a good feeling…
Here's what being home sick has taught me

– my house needs a good clean (I'm gonna wait for housekeeper tomorrow)
– Its possible to actually feel green
– I don't like being sick it makes me a nag and being a nag is pointless if there is no1 to nag too
– my bathroom is too far from TV
– lots of the shows on Disney should be banned for annoyingness
– the day goes by real fast if you fall asleep all the time
– u always get offered best food when you can't eat
– I can't switch my brain off, constantly thinking bout work
….Enough complaining…have a good hump day