RIP Eddie.

This was made by a guy in an efed I belong to.

LOL @ this...

My blog in 'gangster' language!

The Deadbeat Dad

As I mentioned in my previous post, it was Nicole's 7th birthday on Monday. It was quite a low key affair as I'd already warned her that seeing as she'd had parties the previous 2 years...this one was going to be a quite one. So she had a friend over for the night, they watched DVDs, we went to McDonald's for tea, they played etc. Ended up the friend wanted to go home at bedtime. Her mother warned me that that may happen. So I gave her a call and she came got her.

I'd tried to get hold of Nicole's father a few times in the past month. Each time I called his cell phone was turned off. No surprises there really. Oh well, I thought...surely he'd make contact on or around her birthday. Surely? Don't be silly! She didn't hear from any of his family on her birthday. I had a call from his mother last week asking for our address, she wanted to send her something. That something has failed to turn up. :\ Nicole is getting rather disappointed as I had made the mistake of telling her that it was coming. They're all a pack of wankers. I don't like seeing my baby girl sad. Is it really that difficult to make one phone call?

Happy 7th Birthday Nicole!!!!

Burn for You

I got myself into some trouble tonight
Guess I’m just feeling blue
It’s been so long since I’ve seen your face
This distance between me and you

That voice you showed me is not the one I know
I must be strung out on what I do
Don’t hang up again
There’s nothing else I know how to do

But I burn for you
What am I going to do
I burn for you
Burn for you

I guess it feels like you’re always alone
And I feel that way too
It’s so hard to explain to you
Please understand what I do

But I burn for you
What am I going to do
I burn for you
Burn for you

Took my trouble to a bar tonight
For another point of view
But there’s nothing new
I’m missing you

But I burn for you
What am I going to do
I burn for you
Burn for you

Rich, Mike and Chrissy....

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My nephew, William's 1st Birthday Party!

One of my childhood best friends!

YVONNE MORRISON

Born in Auckland in 1972, Yvonne went to primary school in Auckland before the family moved to Wellington. After attending Karori Normal School and Tawa College, Yvonne went on to Victoria University and finally to Wellington College of Education.

Yvonne trained to be a meteorologist, but found the late-night shift work too hard. Then she became a scientist doing research for the university’s physics department. Now Yvonne is a primary school teacher.

Although she started writing stories about the family cats during her primary school years, she did not publish her first book until she was 25 and then it was a science book about microscopes.

Yvonne loved reading children’s books and had lots of ideas for stories spinning in her head but it was while travelling (she has visited 28 countries so far) that she finally found the time to write the ideas down. The way the characters act out scenes in Yvonne’s head often surprises her and she especially enjoys making the readers laugh.

Inspiration for A Kiwi Night Before Christmas came from knowing she would not be home for Christmas and feeling a bit nostalgic. As it turned out Yvonne had a wonderful, if very different, Christmas in the snow.

Inspiration for Down in the Forest came from Yvonne’s love of animals and her fondness for native New Zealand birds, insects and reptiles. She thought she would enjoy writing about them.

Yvonne’s advice to budding young authors is “Like any skill, writing takes practice. The more you write, the better you’ll become. Read a lot, and notice the way good writers write. Keep a diary of interesting things you notice about people, places or objects. Finally, your teachers are right – editing really is important”.

Current titles available:

A Kiwi Night Before Christmas 1-86943-564-8

Down in the Forest 1-86943-596-6

I was flipping thought a Schoolastic Books Catelogue that Nicole had brought home from school and noticed the name, came online and googled it. Yep, its her! I remember her doing alot of written stuff when we were at school. She was an only child and both her parents were College teachers. She had like 4 cats and assorted other animals.

Disgusting what some people type into their search engines!

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Kentucky, Louisville, United States, 0 returning visits
Date Time WebPage
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I hate cricket!

I posted photos a few weeks ago of Nicole's first ever cricket practice. Now the novelty has worn off bigtime.

For the past two weeks Nicole has played up when we got to cricket. Last week she eventually joined her team and participated in the game. Today she wouldn't go anywhere near her team and thought it might be fun to try and make me chase her all round the park. Unfortunately for her that didn't work, I sat there and ignored her. About half an hour into the game when it became obvious she wasn't going to cooperate I took her home.

She's in her bedroom crying and writing a letter to her team and the coach apologizing for letting them down and explaining why she acted so silly. Hopefully this will be the end to the silliness. I'm not letting her pull out, when she asked to play I explained that she would have to play the entire season, otherwise it spoils it for the other children.

So, I was out shopping...

This is an expensive time of year. As well as Christmas there is Nicole's birthday, her sister Aimee's birthday, my nephews William, Letrent and Aex all turn one, and 3 good friends of mine are expecting babies. Last week I was at the Warehouse with Nicole buying presents for all these babies and one year olds. I happened to run into this woman I knew through Playcentre. She was a woman who I never really got along with and would rather have never seen again. But being polite I smiled and asked how her children were. She chatted away then glanced into my trolley with all the baby stuff. Her eyes went straight to my stomach. I was tempted to explain, but then thought 'nah, let her think what she wants, or be curious enough to ask'. She didn't.

I've always bought my nieces and nephews Beanie Kids as Birthday presents. Here are two of them I bought the other day...








I was talking to a good friend of mine at the Girls' Brigade prizegiving. She announced she's expecting her 6th child. Her youngest was one in May. Her eldest is 12. What's more is she home schools them too. I think she's mad, but she seems happy, so I wish her all the best!

Nicole has decided she likes cricket now, she enjoyed playing backstop during the weekends game. She's still not thrilled on the concept that she has to wear shorts, not a skirt. But apart from that she seems okay with it.

Nicole, Elizabeth, Abbey (and Jaimee) with their Girls' Brigades Awards.

RIP Eddie Guerrero

Eddie Guerrero passes away
Nov. 13, 2005

WWE is deeply saddened by the news that Eddie Guerrero has passed away. He was found dead this morning in his hotel room in Minneapolis. Eddie is survived by his wife Vickie and daughters Shaul, 14, Sherilyn, 9, and Kaylie Marie, 3.

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I don't really get the point of this...but meh!

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All I wanted for my birthday was a pic of Chaz's cock!

So he sent me one.

This day in music.

Find out what was number 1 on the US/UK charts on your birthday!

5th November 1972....Me:
Clair - Gilbert O'Sullivan (UK)
I can see clearly now - Johnny Nash (US)

28th November 1998....Nicole:
Believe - Cher (UK)
One Week - The Barenaked Ladies (US)

Try it for yourself.

How a woman should greet her husband?

Robbers?

Black Robbers For anyone who didn't see David
Letterman's take on
this: (And it's a true story...)

On a recent weekend in Atlantic City, a woman won a bucketful of quarters at a slot machine. She took a break from the slots for dinner with her husband in the hotel dining room. But first she wanted to stash the quarters in her room. "I'll be right back and we'll go to eat," she told her husband and carried the coin-laden bucket to the elevator.

As she was about to walk into the elevator she noticed two men already aboard. Both were black. One of them was tall....very tall...an intimidating figure. The woman froze.

Her first thought was: These two are going to rob me. Her next thought was: Don't be a bigot, they look like perfectly nice gentlemen. But racial stereotypes are powerful, and fear immobilized her. She stood and stared at the two men. She felt anxious, flustered and ashamed. She hoped they didn't read her mind but Gosh, they had to know what she was thinking!!!

Her hesitation about joining them in the elevator was all too obvious now. Her face was flushed. She couldn't just stand there, so with a mighty effort of will she picked up one foot and stepped forward and followed with the other foot and was on the elevator.

Avoiding eye contact, she turned around stiffly and faced the elevator doors as they
closed. A second passed, and the another second, and then another. Her fear increased! The elevator didn't move. Panic consumed her. My God, she thought, I'm trapped and about to be robbed! Her heart plummeted. Perspiration poured from every pore.

Then one of the men said, "Hit the floor." Instinct told her to do what they told her. The bucket of quarters flew upwards as she threw out her arms and collapsed on the elevator floor. A shower of coins rained down on her. Take my money and spare me, she prayed.

More seconds passed. She heard one of the men say politely, "Ma'am, if you'll just tell us what floor you're going to, we'll push the button." The one who said it had a little trouble getting the words out. He was trying mightily to hold in a belly laugh. The woman lifted her head and looked up at the two men. They reached down to help her up. Confused, she struggled to her feet. "When I told my friend here to hit the floor," said the average sized one, "I meant that he should hit the elevator button for our floor I didn't mean for you to hit the floor, ma'am." He spoke
genially. He bit his lip. It was obvious he was having a hard time not laughing.

The woman thought: My God, what a spectacle I've made of myself. She was humiliated to speak.. She wanted to blurt out an apology, but words failed her. How do you apologize to two perfectly respectable gentlemen for behaving as though they were going to rob you? She didn't know what to say.

The three of them gathered up the strewn quarters and refilled her bucket. When the elevator arrived at her floor they then insisted on walking her to her room. She seemed a little unsteady on her feet, and they were afraid she might not make it down the corridor. At her door they bid her a good evening. As she slipped into her room she could hear them roaring with laughter as they walked back to the elevator. The woman brushed herself off. She pulled herself together and went downstairs for dinner with her husband.

The next morning flowers were delivered to her room - a dozen roses.

Attached to EACH rose was a crisp one hundred dollar bill.
The card said: "Thanks for the best laugh we've had in years."

It was signed;
Eddie Murphy
Michael Jordan