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thats for damn sure. never in my life have i ever had to be like this. it really puts the rest of your life in perspective. strange how something so simple and not really all that serious can do that. Its very good though. I think i really needed to see what i have seen the last month. Sadly its shown me the friends and family i have in the same town as me are not at all worth bothering with as none have visited nor helped out in any way. Its sad because every single one of them have been helped by me in some way or another. But as i said its good for me to see this. I has allowed me to never feel guilty again about leaving this town and these people behind and making a new life somewhere else. I came back for them and now i see i should never have bothered.
at least chris is being a better husband to me right now, but there is so much he is neglecting and i can't be bothered any more to tell him how to be a proper husband and father to his son.
its just time... time for my foot to heal, for my guilt to be gone, and to make plans of a better future. i just hope i don't forget as i tend to give people chance after chance... born a door mat i suppose.
at least chris is being a better husband to me right now, but there is so much he is neglecting and i can't be bothered any more to tell him how to be a proper husband and father to his son.
its just time... time for my foot to heal, for my guilt to be gone, and to make plans of a better future. i just hope i don't forget as i tend to give people chance after chance... born a door mat i suppose.
I totally understand about the husband thing..
I know I will never look back when I leave here.. cept for my bestfriend but I am hoping she moves back to where she is from too.. So then we will only be a few hours apart..
I hope it all works out for you Elsa. I really do.
I know I will never look back when I leave here.. cept for my bestfriend but I am hoping she moves back to where she is from too.. So then we will only be a few hours apart..
I hope it all works out for you Elsa. I really do.
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Lose the guilt. In having your eyes opened during your healing time, I hope you've come to learn that no matter what you do for others, the takers never change. They continue to take, as long as there is someone like you around to give. Take care of you. Take care of your son. Take care of your hubby. Therein lies a better future for you.
Always remember... the best predictor of a persons' future behavior, is, to look at their past.
wow thats deep and one i will have to remember...i really like that Kath! Thank you.:cool...and you are so very right.
Just had someone ask me what scouse means. I get asked that a lot. Usually starts with 'where are you from? I like your accent but i don't recognize it.' Then if I feel like talking, i explain why i sound the way i do, and other times, when i don't feel like explaining, i say, 'scouse'. Now a true scouser knows we aren't called scouse JUST because of being from Liverpool. Most of us scousers now its what we call our meat and potato din dins, like what the yanks and Canadians call stew.
I pretty much grew up on scouse. Ate it just about every night it seems when i think back to dinner times as a kid in Liverpool and later on in Canada. Normally we ate it a lot during the hard times, when me dad got laid off from the mines.
I used to really hate scouse. Now a days though, i love it. Best kind of scouse is the one made of ox tails or lamb. I don't get much of that here so i make it with beef.
Me son loves scouse. Its the one thing i make him when he's not feeling well.
Scouse is comfort food. Home food. Scouse isn't just what i am but what i eat.
I pretty much grew up on scouse. Ate it just about every night it seems when i think back to dinner times as a kid in Liverpool and later on in Canada. Normally we ate it a lot during the hard times, when me dad got laid off from the mines.
I used to really hate scouse. Now a days though, i love it. Best kind of scouse is the one made of ox tails or lamb. I don't get much of that here so i make it with beef.
Me son loves scouse. Its the one thing i make him when he's not feeling well.
Scouse is comfort food. Home food. Scouse isn't just what i am but what i eat.
Every time I see your thread title I think of this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nnpil_pRUiw
coo coo ca choo
Up to four more weeks eh? You poor girl. *hugs*
Scouse makes sense now
I hear ya on finding out who your friends really are. Many moons ago, when I quit drinking regularly, it was interesting who still hung around. Or, times when I had money and when I didn't, who was still there for me when the money wasn't. Very small list indeed.
Fair-weather friends. Good to know who they are.
Life, it's a learning experience. Especially when you're observing from your Bed
Perhaps I'll make a Scouse this weekend?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nnpil_pRUiw
coo coo ca choo
Up to four more weeks eh? You poor girl. *hugs*
Scouse makes sense now
I hear ya on finding out who your friends really are. Many moons ago, when I quit drinking regularly, it was interesting who still hung around. Or, times when I had money and when I didn't, who was still there for me when the money wasn't. Very small list indeed.
Fair-weather friends. Good to know who they are.
Life, it's a learning experience. Especially when you're observing from your Bed
Perhaps I'll make a Scouse this weekend?
i feel pretty
oh so pretty,
i feel pretty and witty and gay!
that songs gay, just sayin'
....i am conquering anger demons left and right. Either that or i no longer really give a flying fudgepacker because there really is nothing much i can do from a seated position.
Tell you what i don't understand though,... if you are going out to the cottage why not bring the dog? Poor thing has been couped up with me for five weeks. Like seriously.
LOL Moony, that used to be one of my favourite Beatles songs next to yellow submarine. I could eat scouse right not i'm so hungry.
oh so pretty,
i feel pretty and witty and gay!
that songs gay, just sayin'
....i am conquering anger demons left and right. Either that or i no longer really give a flying fudgepacker because there really is nothing much i can do from a seated position.
Tell you what i don't understand though,... if you are going out to the cottage why not bring the dog? Poor thing has been couped up with me for five weeks. Like seriously.
LOL Moony, that used to be one of my favourite Beatles songs next to yellow submarine. I could eat scouse right not i'm so hungry.
when i was three i started playschool, what they call kindergarten here on the Americans. It was all about play-doh and playing with toys and a big emphasis on sharing. I didn't do well in the sharing department. I'd never had to share with any one in my long life of 3 years. I didn't pay attention or play with the other children. I wasn't interested in them. I was, however, very interested in the tricycle and claimed it as my own daily. For all of the two weeks my mother says I was allowed to go to this particular upper-class playschool in Liverpool. The two weeks will come into play soon enough when i explain more about the lovely red tricycle i can still recall playing on. I recall the day exactly.
My mum dropped me off and helped me out of my blue wool coat and red wellies(rubber boots). Underneath i remember wearing my red check dress with white tights and my favorite pair of red patent leather shoes i shined up with Vaseline the night before. Once ready i gave my mum a quick kiss and hug and off i dashed to my beloved red tricycle. Now being a child of only three, i hadn't realized this particular day had been a late start and my arrival to playschool was of course late so many children where already running about playing and doing, so i was rather shocked when i saw another child on MY red tricycle. So what does a little Elsa who's red tricycle is being ridden on by some kid i have no inclination of getting to know nor share with? Well, of course i walk up to them and shove them right off and tell them, " thats mine, get off!" and then proceed to cycle all of a few inches before a teacher lifts me off and tells me off and sends me to the play-doh table. And then what does the little Elsa do? Well of course she looks this probably very nice lady in the face and tells her, "I am not going to play with this i am going to ride the bicycle. Its mine." and walk myself back over to the tricycle with the woman in tow and knock the same kid off the bike and just as i am about to fling my leg back over i am once again picked up, only this time i am put in the coat room and told to stay there for being naughty. AND, what does the little Elsa do? Well of course she puts her coat and wellies on and proceeds to leave. I got as far as the fence before my mum, luckily, was on her way back from the village and saw me.
I never went back to that playschool again nor any playschool. My mum waited until i was 4 or 5 and i began proper school.
My mum tells me i was a cheeky little mare and the entire two weeks i was in that playschool the teachers daily spoke to my mum about my lack of sharing......to be honest, i haven't really changed. Whats mine is mine.:24:
My mum dropped me off and helped me out of my blue wool coat and red wellies(rubber boots). Underneath i remember wearing my red check dress with white tights and my favorite pair of red patent leather shoes i shined up with Vaseline the night before. Once ready i gave my mum a quick kiss and hug and off i dashed to my beloved red tricycle. Now being a child of only three, i hadn't realized this particular day had been a late start and my arrival to playschool was of course late so many children where already running about playing and doing, so i was rather shocked when i saw another child on MY red tricycle. So what does a little Elsa who's red tricycle is being ridden on by some kid i have no inclination of getting to know nor share with? Well, of course i walk up to them and shove them right off and tell them, " thats mine, get off!" and then proceed to cycle all of a few inches before a teacher lifts me off and tells me off and sends me to the play-doh table. And then what does the little Elsa do? Well of course she looks this probably very nice lady in the face and tells her, "I am not going to play with this i am going to ride the bicycle. Its mine." and walk myself back over to the tricycle with the woman in tow and knock the same kid off the bike and just as i am about to fling my leg back over i am once again picked up, only this time i am put in the coat room and told to stay there for being naughty. AND, what does the little Elsa do? Well of course she puts her coat and wellies on and proceeds to leave. I got as far as the fence before my mum, luckily, was on her way back from the village and saw me.
I never went back to that playschool again nor any playschool. My mum waited until i was 4 or 5 and i began proper school.
My mum tells me i was a cheeky little mare and the entire two weeks i was in that playschool the teachers daily spoke to my mum about my lack of sharing.
.....to be honest, i haven't really changed. Whats mine is mine.:24:hi Darrell
I am well, how are you? That foot is not healed yet, huh?
I haven't had to. What have you been up to?
i don't know why but this really cracks me up. my sides are hurting just watching it over and over again. lol
one day, fuzzy, you and me are going to have a drink together and laugh.
Darrell.... lets just get naked so we can finish the small talk.
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Every time I see your thread title I think of this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nnpil_pRUiw
coo coo ca choo
Up to four more weeks eh? You poor girl. *hugs*
Scouse makes sense now
I hear ya on finding out who your friends really are. Many moons ago, when I quit drinking regularly, it was interesting who still hung around. Or, times when I had money and when I didn't, who was still there for me when the money wasn't. Very small list indeed.
Fair-weather friends. Good to know who they are.
Life, it's a learning experience. Especially when you're observing from your Bed
Perhaps I'll make a Scouse this weekend?
nah...I think of this one
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J4Y93Qucbt0
cam elle toe
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Gawd....how out of sync is that clip:24:
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