tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70440347407053355442024-03-08T14:35:13.871-08:00Life As We Know ItAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01245426721706057042noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044034740705335544.post-58924097322823967852013-11-06T10:11:00.003-08:002013-11-06T13:54:30.870-08:00Are dogs really dangerous or is it just the owners<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><u>Health Warning</u>: This post is based on my own personal experience of dogs. I am not a qualified dog behaviorist. I am however, a dog owner with common sense.<br /><br />The story of little Lexi killed by her family's dog is of course tragic. At this moment in time I cannot comprehend the heartache and torment her mother must be going through and for that my heart goes out to Lexi's family.<br /><br />However as I read more and more facts about yet another dog attack I am more and more concerned about the growing ignorance and downright stupidity displayed by many dog owners and rescue centres/kennels. The facts as I know them from reading many news sources are:</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The dog was previously a stray, re-homed in the last couple of months by Orchard Kennels and Cattery, in Barrow-upon-Soar. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The kennels apparently told the family the dog was safe around children</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The dog was known to have displayed questionable behaviour in the past, </span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It was a relatively large bulldog - I say relatively as according to the photos Lexi was tiny and in comparison the dog looks absolutely huge </span> </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It was not classed as a dangerous dog under the Dangerous Dogs Act </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The property Lexi and her mother lived in was a one-bed apartment where the tenancy agreement banned the keeping of dogs</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">First of all, what were the staff at the kennels in question thinking when they said the dog is safe with children? I don't care how "soft as butter" your dog is, no dog (mine included) is safe to be left unattended around children. All it takes is for a child to pull the animal's tail, look at it the wrong way or do something to startle the animal and you have a situation on your hands. Children are just as unpredictable as animals in their behaviour and to leave both alone together is a recipe for disaster. Additionally this dog had issues - issues that no doubt would have been overcome in time had it been given the chance, but after being re-homed only 2 months ago those issues would still be there. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Secondly... what home checks were done by the kennels? By the sounds of things none. What the actual F***??????? What irresponsible idiot decided a relatively large dog was safe to be re-homed in a property that sounds barely big enough to swing a cat and that's even before I get into the subject of dogs being prohibited at that property? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">All this being said, the family should have displayed some common sense. Knowing your dog potentially has behaviour issues then leaving it unattended with your child is in my mind the height of stupidity. Knowing your tenancy agreement bans dogs, and adopting one anyway is in breach of contract. I could go on, but I think I have made my point.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Now I bet you are wondering, what do I know about this?
Well, my oldest dog, Lilly, was a dog with issues when we re-homed her
from a rescue 3 years ago. The rescue in question made us fully aware of this and worked with us to help her settle in. They also did a very thorough home check to ensure that the home was suitable for her and we were told we had to do things before we could re-home her. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Lilly had come from a very loving home but unfortunately had been attacked by another dog and as
such quite rightly hated all dogs meaning her previous owners couldn't keep her with their other dogs. In the year following us adopting her, Lilly's
survival instinct was very strong and as such there were minor
altercations with other dogs because in her mind she attacked before she could be attacked. I should point out here that not once did she harm a human being. By building her trust in us those
altercations have become less and less and we have now been able to
rescue a puppy to keep her company. We have stayed in touch with people from the rescue we got her from so everyone has been able to see her amazing progress from what the media would call a "dangerous dog" to a placid soft as butter type. All that being said, I am still on
my guard with with her and our puppy and would NEVER leave my future children and
my dogs together unattended. As I said at the beginning, I am a dog
owner with common sense.</span> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">In very stark terms another animal is dead because of questionable human behaviour and yet again the old argument about dangerous dogs raises its ugly head. I completely agree there must be protection when animals attack but the Dangerous Dogs Act is an absolute joke and in reality protects no one. Instead it promotes witch-hunt behaviour for certain dog breeds, allowing dangerous humans to get away with what can only be described as murder. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">How about focusing on the owners and other humans involved in these cases: no animal is born dangerous but they can learn to be that way due to the way they are treated. In my view the kennels in question should be prosecuted for this attack but instead all that is heard is yet another attack by a dangerous dog. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">RIP to both souls lost</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01245426721706057042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044034740705335544.post-58895381691336226542013-11-04T01:38:00.000-08:002013-11-04T01:38:27.752-08:00FMS 2013 Gift ExchangeMorning Campers... so I opened my inbox this morning and what should be there? They next installment of this years FMS Gift Exchange. I've never done anything like this before but really looking forward to it. It appeals to the stalker in me ;)
<iframe src="http://www.elfster.com/apps/feeds/partial_page/EmbedFeed.aspx?groupID=9375598" frameborder="none" style="width:336px; height:400px;"></iframe><div style="width:336px;text-align:center;">Elfster.com - <a href="http://www.elfster.com" target="_blank" style="font-size:10px;" title="Secret Santa | Wishlists | Social Gift Giving">Secret Santa | Wishlists | Social Gift Giving</a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01245426721706057042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044034740705335544.post-9020252542447464732013-10-24T10:54:00.005-07:002013-10-24T23:09:47.800-07:00The Numbers Game<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">After a 2 year gap since my last blog - mostly spent with my head in textbooks, I'm back with more than the majority of the alphabet after my name in academic speak, 3 and a half years of marriage under my belt, 4 extra legs in my house, but with 2 legs missing by their absence and carrying more than 7 stone in weight more than I should. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">So for those of you who don't know me, the gap in blog post proceedings has been largely due to completing my Masters degree - the MBA. I thought I could manage both but bearing in mind my ability to procrastinate with things I have to do, things I don't have to do were never going to get a look in. As usual I was disappointed with the result as I often have been in my life. I know many on my course and those that did complete would have been happy with the Merit I received, but unfortunately my own high standards don't agree. I am solely to blame - running away from my learning disorder didn't help, neither did my procrastination or the significant change in career which finally took me away from HR into the giddy world of "Operations Management". I should have known better - I know full well had I not spent too much time on a social life the first time round in the late 90s I would be the proud owner of at least a 2:1, rather than the 2:2 I did receive.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Anyway, this blog is not about self flagilation. Its about numbers...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The additional 4 legs in our household are that of a puppy. A rescued staffy cross by the name of Gnasher. My Facebook and Twitter friends are fortunate enough (here's hoping that's how they feel?) to receive regular updates as to his antics. Lilly - our adult staffy cross and also a rescue - brought life into our home, but Gnasher has brought in much laughter. It was a happy home anyway, but having a puppy bound around your house chasing nothing but his tail cannot do anything but bring a smile to your face. Lilly, the staffy who adores people but hates other dogs, loves Gnasher as her own. This is a surprise in itself, but a happy one, although I have my doubts when the noises they make play fighting sound like a re-enactment from The Exorcist.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Which brings me to the 2 legs and the source of the only real unhappiness in my life... It looks like my thyroid and weight are conspiring against me in such a way that after 2 years of seriously trying, I am still not pregnant. As each month goes by we go through the excitement and hope only for that to come crashing down around us. What makes this harder is that I was the girl who was never getting married and never having kids. Why do I need a piece of paper to tell the world I love someone...? I found out within seconds (I'm not exaggerating!) of meeting my now husband, that actually it doesn't quite work like that! Neither does spending a lifetime of saying "why would anyone bring kids into this shitty world" as this invariably turns into your luck running out when you do decide to take on that piece of paper and the potential of having that little bundle of joy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The next step is the quacks, and this is where the extra 7 stones comes in. While I am that overweight, all a doctor will say is "lose weight". So that's what I'm doing. I have good days and bad... in fact this year has been one long bad day in terms of diet. This week has been good though; the prospect of not having kids hasn't been a carrot before this week, but for some reason now it is and its driving me towards that weight loss. Even the prospect of my Saturdays off plan is over-shadowed by the potential patter of tiny feet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">So... wish me luck. I'm going to need it to maintain the willpower on the bad days when those hopes are dashed again. For those that are interested there may be updates, or I may keep that pain locked up and talk instead about how crappy the government and the weather is... who knows?</span> <br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01245426721706057042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044034740705335544.post-73716090086895902572011-10-19T02:31:00.000-07:002011-10-19T02:31:33.125-07:00Its Time to Face Facts<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: ChevinLight; font-size: 10pt;">I was reading the Telegraph online this morning and had a hallelujah moment. Finally, someone has had the gumption to voice an increasingly worrying issue. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Governor of the Bank of England, Mervyn King, has said what the politicians of this world have so far either been in denial regarding or have been too scared to say … the truth that even with decisive action in the global economy, there may be no way to avoid a second recession. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: ChevinLight; font-size: 10pt;">Now Mervyn is a bit of a hero to me and the decision by the then Chancellor, Gordon Brown (another hero of mine) and the Labour Government to make the Bank of England independent was to my mind inspired. Anything to wind up the Tories is a good thing anyway, but to take that decision making out of the Government’s hands is the only thing, in my opinion, that has so far stopped a double dip recession for the <country-region w:st="on"><place w:st="on">UK</place></country-region> economy. It certainly has not been the actions of Cameron et al. King has remained calm in the face of mounting descent within the Monetary Policy Committee, insisting that interest rates should remain low and he was right. I strongly suspect that had interest rates remained within the Government’s control – in particular a Tory dominated Government - we would be looking at around 2-3% interest and possibly higher, rather than the record long time low of 0.5%</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: ChevinLight; font-size: 10pt;">For savers such as my grandparents, this is catastrophic. However as someone with a very large mortgage, of course I would say the rate decisions made are a good thing. When I bought my house I was paying £600 a month in interest alone. Now this is £160 a month and I can’t deny is one reason we have kept our heads afloat in very tough times. How many other people are in the same situation as me and just how many more bankruptcies and repossessions would there have been? It would be interesting to be able to take inspiration from the film “Sliding Doors” and see just how the economy would have compared had interest rates risen in comparison with reality.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: ChevinLight; font-size: 10pt;">Much of the blame for the current global economic crisis MUST fall on both the politicians of this world and the banking sector generally, but we must also shoulder some of the blame. In terms of politicians, these are split into 2 camps – those who have not done enough for whatever reason (Obama, the Governments of Greece, Portugal, Spain and in general the governance of the EU) and those who have just gone too far the other way implementing austerity measures (UK). There is no denying something had to be done regarding the mounting debt crisis. In fact remaining in denial is one of the reasons the global stock markets have done a pretty good imitation of a roller coaster recently, but going too far with cutbacks like the <country-region w:st="on"><place w:st="on">UK</place></country-region> government has done has done just as much damage. Growth is falling and unemployment rising. Keeping interest rates low was supposed to stimulate new business – allowing the budding entrepreneurs the confidence and ability to get investment for their ventures. Instead it appears the banks have sounded a resounding “no” – is this fear of creating another banking crisis or something more sinister?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: ChevinLight; font-size: 10pt;">This brings me on to why we, the general public should shoulder the blame. In my four days at university last week, the banking crisis was one of the subjects we covered. We discussed at length whether the banks really were at fault, or if all they were doing was supplying consumer demand? It was consumers around the world driving the demand for debt – at any point we could have turned round and said no to that $1million dollar house, the new car, the 5<sup>th</sup> credit card, but our global greed got in the way initially, then our need to maintain that level of spending compounded the issue. Whilst I was one of the first to voice my annoyance at the banks as early as 2006, as time has gone on I have increasingly accepted that maybe they were not wholly to blame. What business in its right mind would have turned round and said “I am sorry I am not accepting your business?” For the banks, it’s the manner in which it was done – the lack of responsibility, but that is true of us, the buying public too.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: ChevinLight; font-size: 10pt;">Only time will tell if our national government as well as global leaders come round to the same way of thinking as King. The longer they take in making that realisation, the harder it will be to come back from the inevitable double dip recession and the greater the risk of a global version of <country-region w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Japan</place></country-region>’s “Lost Decade” happening.</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01245426721706057042noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044034740705335544.post-6466716967303273772011-10-18T06:56:00.000-07:002011-10-18T06:56:53.508-07:00Four Years On...<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: ChevinLight;">So 4 years after my last blog and I am back again. A lot has happened in those intervening years.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: ChevinLight;">I am still battling the thyroid issues in my last blog to the point that in Mid-2010 I was seriously ill until my doctor doubled my medication. I have now been stable for a year which has given me time to deal with a new health issue – Irlen Syndrome, but more of that in a moment. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: ChevinLight;">Aside from that, the last 4 years has seen me be proposed to, get married, achieve a foundation degree, start a masters course and successfully complete my 1<sup>st</sup> year, be promoted 2 grades, nearly made redundant, headhunted, become a dog owner and I am now contemplating starting a family! Now, after a detour via the <state w:st="on"><place w:st="on">North West</place></state> for a year, I am back in my Sheffield Office getting to grips with a totally new payroll system. What I do now isn’t a career decision, but a survival one in tough times and a chance to complete my MBA with the minimum of further stress on my health…Which brings me to Irlen Syndrome. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: ChevinLight;">Many of my symptoms - tiredness, aching eyes, headaches, poor concentration and clumsiness - I had put down to my thyroid disorder, but this was blown out of the water a few months ago on hearing everything was stable - so what was wrong with me? A good friend of mine had been saying for years that I had "light sensitivity" but I constantly brushed it aside, not as nonsense as such, but more due to having enough to deal with already. Things came to a head a couple of months ago I was struggling to read not only for my MBA, but also for pleasure. This was heartbreaking as I have always been a big reader. This was followed by 5 consecutive days where I travelled home from work in severe distress and pain. Since then I have officially been diagnosed (more details here: <a href="http://irlen.com/index.php?s=what"><span style="color: #606420;">http://irlen.com/index.php?s=what</span></a>) and am now taking steps to resolve my issues by removing fluorescent lighting as much as I can and printing on blue instead of white paper as immediate changes to my environment. </span></div><br />
<span style="font-family: ChevinLight;">It’s a struggle dealing with both the underactive thyroid and Irlen. Generally I am fit and well, I just tire slightly more easily and have to take steps to protect myself in certain environments. Additionally having both an illness and a disability that people can't see is stressful no least because of people’s perception. I have had my fair share of hypochondriac comments and "why didn't you sort this out sooner" remarks. The question is - in today's breakneck society, how do you know when something like this jumps up to bite you? How many people are walking around out there struggling with something they can't put their finger on as I have done for more years than I want to count? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: ChevinLight;">So next time your friend/work colleague/family member says that for whatever reason they just don't feel right - listen to them as they may have a point...</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01245426721706057042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044034740705335544.post-15794613753150015352011-10-13T12:33:00.000-07:002011-10-13T12:40:03.801-07:00I'm Normal!!!<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Originally posted 4th September 2007 on MySpace </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">So…. I thought it time to write a new blog.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Some of you may have noticed I've not been too vocal on myspace for a little while. Well there is a reason for this and it's not because I don't want to talk to you all lol…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">For about 10 years I have not felt "right" for want of a better word. I have become increasingly tired and have put on weight without really knowing why. Although it was annoying, I could live with it until about 2 years ago when things started to get a whole lot worse. I started to forget things and slur my speech (and I don't even drink… much lol). I would have tremendous trouble concentrating to the point that it has affected my work at times. I also suffered from mild depression on and off, which along with the concentration problem made it very difficult for me to keep up with myspace and my other internet friends as I just didn't have the patience, the energy or the motivation. I would wake up with awful headaches that would sometimes last all day and would regularly lose my voice and fall over for no reason. Most frightening of all… about 2 months ago I developed a lump in my throat and a pain in my chest.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">So… about 6 weeks ago I went to my doctor… He said the pain in my chest was most likely just a strained muscle as everything sounded ok, but he would do a full blood test just to make sure. So off I went to see the most evil nurse in Rotherham to have the test done (she practically impaled me!). The results were back within a couple of days so off I went back to the doctor… There was a 3 day gap between the surgery phoning me and me actually being able to get an appointment. In that time I went from thinking I'm probably just a bit run down, to thinking I maybe had something a bit more serious like a virus to finally thinking I had some sort of brain tumour!!!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Those 3 days felt like an eternity… I was even more tired because I wasn't sleeping because of the worry, which then made all the other symptoms worse as well. When I finally got the doctors Phil had to come with me because I was a gibbering wreck. So… I went in, sat down and was told that the reason I felt so tired and had all the other symptoms was because I had an under active thyroid. Nothing life threatening. It's not even really that much of an issue as long as there is a treatment plan in place. I then let rip at the doctor as there is no reason why when the surgery rang they couldn't have said that it's nothing life threatening at the very least and in fairness he apologised profusely for worrying me so much. He explained that the lump in my throat is because my thyroid has become enlarged and the chest pain was due to general muscle pains you get with an under active thyroid. The doctor said he wanted to do another blood test and an ECG to make absolutely sure, which came back and confirmed the diagnosis. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">So I am now on a hormone called thyroxine. For those who are not medically inclined, an under active thyroid is basically where the thyroid does not produce enough thyroid hormones. This has wide ranging effects on the body especially affecting my metabolism which is the reason I have put on weight. By taking thyroxine I am putting into my body the hormone my body cannot make on its own. It will take a little time for the tablets to work – 2 weeks minimum, but the lump in my throat already seems to be going down slightly and I do feel a bit more energetic. I am aware that this could be because psychologically it's what I expect the tablets to do though! Although I will now be on this medication for the rest of my life, I am only taking something my body should be making naturally and I am not taking a nasty cocktail of chemicals. This means apart from taking a tiny little tablet every day for the rest of my life, there should be no effect on the way I live. To me this is a very small price to pay to finally have an answer as to why I have felt the way I do for so long.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Thank you to you all, my dear myspace friends, for being so patient with me. If I had known there was something actually medically wrong with me I would have sorted this out some time ago but you feel a bit daft telling your doctor that you have gone to see him just because you feel tired! Well I did anyway lol. Some of you deserve a special mention for being so wonderfully supportive – Dave, J, Elaine, Nic and of course Phil who has been nothing short of an absolute diamond… but you have all helped me in your own special ways by just being my friend despite probably never realising anything was wrong!…. Thank you</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">If you are interested in knowing more about under active thyroids or thyroid problems in general, I have put some links below for you:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><a href="http://hcd2.bupa.co.uk/fact_sheets/html/underactive_thyroid.html"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">http://hcd2.bupa.co.uk/fact_sheets/html/underactive_thyroid.html</span></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><a href="http://www.nhsdirect.nhs.uk/articles/article.aspx?articleId=206"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">http://www.nhsdirect.nhs.uk/articles/article.aspx?articleId=206</span></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><a href="http://www.patient.co.uk/showdoc/23068762/"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">http://www.patient.co.uk/showdoc/23068762/</span></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><a href="http://www.btf-thyroid.org/"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">http://www.btf-thyroid.org/</span></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01245426721706057042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044034740705335544.post-40544119872669521222011-10-13T12:31:00.000-07:002011-10-13T12:31:28.003-07:00British Weather<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Originally posted 26th June 2007 on MySpace </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I don't know how many of you know what's happened with the weather in theYorkshire area so I thought I would blog my experiences….</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">First of all… I am ok. My house is high up on a hill and I am extremely lucky it hasn't been touched. As far as I know all my friends are ok, however a very dear friend of mine called me last night to say her house was ankle deep in water. She only moved there with her mother a matter of weeks ago and I just can't imagine how they are feeling this morning. I know there are others that I haven't been able to contact who are having the same problem. My thoughts are with you all...</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In Hessle – just a couple of miles from where I used to live and where my parents still live -<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a young man died in a drain while the emergency services fought for hours to rescue him. He was just trying to unblock it so his grandfathers house wouldn't flood. It's a terribly distressing image and something I just can't get out of my head this morning. My heartfelt condolences go out to his family and the emergency services that tried so hard to rescue him this morning.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The drive home last night was just horrendous. I live just 6 miles from where I work yet the journey took over 3 hours. I had to drive through nearly a foot of water at one point all the time praying my car would just keep going (she did!!!). Phil, who delivers gas canisters to pubs, cafes and restaurants to carbonate the beer and soft drinks, had spent most of the day in an area of Rotherham called Parkgate, and also at Meadowhall. Within a couple of hours of him leaving, Parkgate was under 6 feet of water and the River Don at Meadowhall burst its banks turning all roads into rivers.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">To be truthful I have never seen anything like it. This morning it's like something out of a disaster movie. My drive to work was nearby an area of Sheffield called Brightside which is virtually next to Meadowhall. The area was just one big river last night. This morning the waters have subsided enough to drive nearby but there are cars and debris everywhere. Cars have been driven into the most bizarre of places just so the owners could keep them out of the water. Cars have been left with doors hanging open, giving the appearance that their owners only had seconds to get out of the water's path. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">So this morning… my heart goes out to all of you whose homes and possessions have been damaged by the floods and whose places of work have suffered the same fate. This is the 3<sup>rd</sup> time in 2 weeks this has happened, although this is the worst of the 3 times, and in a 1<sup>st</sup> world country it is just not acceptable. For the amount we all pay in Council Tax our local councils should be doing more than just taking our money – they should be out clearing drains on a regular basis rather than as a panic measure when the water is rising. They should be stopping developers building on the traditional flood planes as when the rains come there is no no-where for the water to go. Most of all… they should have known this was coming and done more about it. The weather forecasters had said heavy rains were on their way yet still the council seem to be in a state of shock at what has happened. It is pathetic and we deserve better!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I have attached some links below in case any of you are interested in reading more</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">These are general overviews of the picture just a mile or so from my house, with some terrifying pictures:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/south_yorkshire/6239782.stm"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/south_yorkshire/6239782.stm</span></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/6239600.stm"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/6239600.stm</span></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/southyorkshire/content/image_galleries/flooding_june_2007_gallery.shtml"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">http://www.bbc.co.uk/southyorkshire/content/image_galleries/flooding_june_2007_gallery.shtml</span></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The story of the man in the drain <img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/sad.gif" /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/humber/6237308.stm"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/humber/6237308.stm</span></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Please take care everyone and I'll talk soon</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01245426721706057042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044034740705335544.post-7103603077248176092011-10-13T12:28:00.000-07:002011-10-13T12:34:31.786-07:00Moving Story<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Originally posted 14th March 2007 on MySpace </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Well… we are finally in our house. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Moving weekend as you know was 3<sup>rd</sup> and 4<sup>th</sup> March. We had a lorry for 2 days and they were manic!</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">We started off in Hull picking stuff up from my parents and grandparents before going to Chesterfield to finish emptying the flat. After off-loading in Rotherham we then had a 6-hour drive to South London to Phil's parents finally arriving about 2am on the Sunday. Spent Sunday packing up before getting back on the road about 4pm only to be stuck on the M25 for an hour! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Finally arrived back in Rotherham at 10pm. We had to unload that night because the lorry had to be back in Hull at 8.30 on the Monday morning so by the time we had done that we finally got to sleep – in the lorry as the house wasn't officially ours until the Monday – about 1am! We made it back to Hull about 15 minutes late which considering was a minor miracle! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Finally got the phone call from the solicitor about 10am to say the money was on its way to the vendors and the house would be all hours about 1pm when we could contact the estate agents for the keys. All a bit irrelevant as we had become good friends with the vendors so we already had the keys but still nice to know. </span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">So… we have been in the house 10 days and it looks like home. I had all last week off sorting and emptying boxes. There are still a fair few boxes to empty and the garage is a mess, but we are getting there. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">We get connected to the Internet on Friday so until then my access is limited as I can only use it during my breaks at work. In the meantime, thank you to you all for your kind words, messages and support and I'll be replying properly as soon as I can.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">It may have only taken us 7 weeks to move but it felt like 7 years and we are so glad it's all over. Here's to never moving again lol…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">P.S. Most annoying moment of the last 2 weeks – the phone call to BT asking how much it would cost to get reconnected so we had telephone and internet access. I was told I could have a quote but had to pay £25 first before they could continue! It's ok though – I would have got it back with my first bill. Grrrrrr! Unsurprisingly we are going with cable instead (Virgin Media in fact), avoiding BT completely!</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01245426721706057042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044034740705335544.post-33764769231532830372011-10-13T12:26:00.001-07:002011-10-13T12:33:59.087-07:00Big News<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Originally posted 2nd February 2007 on MySpace </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">As you all know I have been out of touch recently – far more than is forgivable. There is a reason for this though and as promised here it is…<br />
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Phil and I have been house hunting. After 2 years together we decided the time was right to set down proper roots together. Well that and the fact our flat mates are scarily reminiscent of Gary and Tony from Men Behaving Badly and have friends who have voices like fog horns. Great at 3am when you have a 12 hours day at work the next day!!!<br />
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So about a month ago we starting checking out the internet for houses to go and look at. We had already decided we were moving to Rotherham – Phil works in Rotherham and my job in Sheffield is only a couple of miles away, so it would be great for us both. We chose about 7 to look at initially over one weekend. We promised each other at the outset that if ones of us wasn't happy then the house was a no… we both had to be happy. So on the Saturday we set off to Rotherham (where all the houses were)….<br />
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The 1st 2 houses were nice, but definite no's. They were either 2 small or needed just too much work doing on them. The 3rd and 4th houses were gorgeous. I loved them both but Phil just wasn't sure. Bearing in mind what we agreed in the first place I was disappointed, but we still had 3 more houses to see that weekend and we weren't expecting to find the right house on the first day of looking anyway.Then…. House number 5… Didn't look much from the outside. It ticked some boxes – garage and a good drive, plus it was in a nice, quiet area. Then we were taken into the 1st room of the house… the kitchen. All Phil and I both said was "wow". The kitchen alone would have sold it to us but every room just got better and better after that. I had had the beautiful kitchen I wanted so I was happy. There was just one more question mark – Phil had his heart set on a big garage. This was the last thing we saw and if there were any doubts about the house they were blown away at this point. The garage was HUGE!!!! A big double garage with a basement… Phil couldn't have dreamt such a perfect garage.<br />
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So we found our dream home… we said thank you to the vendors and walked back to the car. We managed to drive 5 minutes down the street before Phil stopped. We both looked at each other and said yes, that was the one. We tried the estate agents but they were shut. We didn't want to lose the house so drove straight back to it and offered the vendors the selling price there and then. We were accepted immediately!<br />
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The best part is we are first time buyers so we don't have to worry about selling a property before we move. The couple who currently own the house are emigrating to Australia and the sooner they can go the better, which brings me to today.<br />
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We saw the house 3 weeks ago tomorrow and we have been waiting this long for our mortgage advisor to secure a mortgage for us. Thanks to interest rate rises in the UK, plus a few other issues, this has been nothing short of hard work and has taken a lot of work by our mortgage advisor and a lot of money and patience on our part. However… the call finally came at 4.50pm this evening – we got the mortgage and the offer is in the post to us. All that is left now is for the solicitor to sort out the legal stuff. Completion date is hopefully going to be 1st March 2007, with Phil and I moving in that weekend.<br />
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It feels so good to finally tell you all… My superstitious nature meant I couldn't bring myself to say too much in case I jinx it all which is one of the biggest reasons both myself and Phil have been in hiding. Things can still go wrong, but the hardest part – actually getting the money for the house – is done. Hopefully it's all plain sailing from here… </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01245426721706057042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044034740705335544.post-34298681146348098042011-10-13T12:25:00.001-07:002011-10-13T12:25:46.500-07:00Fate<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Originally posted 29th November 2006 on MySpace </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Well I thought it well overdue for another blog post. Today's subject, children, is fate…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It's a funny thing fate. Some people live their lives by it… others think it's a load of old twaddle. I am sort of in the first camp – I am a firm believer in fate BUT I also feel that we do make our own choices in life too. I believe we all have a path to follow, but at times there are diversions off that path or a different way of getting to our next stage in life and that's where our choices come in.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">For example… On day nearly 2 years ago I had an absolutely horrendous journey to work. I was still reeling from the death of my granddad and splitting up with my boyfriend, both happening some 6 months beforehand. In short I was a physical and emotional wreck. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I got to work and something snapped… I was fed up of my life and decided for once I would stop being a wallflower and do something about it. At the time I was chatting to one of our building maintenance engineers about the air conditioning (the importance of that will become clear later) and as the conversation progressed, for a laugh he suggested I sign up to a dating website. Had he not dared me to I doubt very much I would have entertained the idea (at that time I was very shy and retiring… no really I was lol! The confidence thing is a recent occurrence). I spent all of about 5 minutes writing my profile then just got on with the rest of my day. On that very same day a nice young man called Phil decided to send me a message. Over the next couple of weeks we talked online and on the phone daily and 16 days later we met for the first time in a Pizza Hut in the middle of Hull. It was one of the best nights of my life and we have been together ever since!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Would that still have happened had I not had such a bad journey to work? I was in a bad way that day and a harmless challenge from a colleague set in motion a chain of events that I will be forever thankful for. What made Phil contact me – he has said there were things in my profile that would usually put him off, but in this case he just had to contact me. Was it fate giving him a shove??? I have spoken to people since and the average time to find someone on a dating website seems to be within 18 months and 2 years, yet I found my soulmate 8 hours after I joined the site. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The really spooky bit is that in the last 2 years, we have found so many times when our paths should have crossed before we finally did meet. We have followed each other around the country – living only a few miles away from each other as kids and even visiting the same places on weekends. How weird would that have been if we did meet each other as kids? We have had holidays in the same place at the same time, I have had job interviews in places he has worked, while he was working there and finally, a couple of months before we actually met, he delivered a parcel to my best friend's place of work! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">So you see, it was fated that we should meet… it was just a question of timing and choices. If I had split up with my boyfriend 2 years earlier as I fully intended to, or he had left his partner a year before when things started to get bad, we would not have met. There are so many times in the last 20 years where we could have met but didn't because either fate didn't allow or because of choices we each made. This is so true of so many things that have happened to both of us in our lives… but this is the strongest proof I have.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">What do you guys think? What are your experiences of fate or do you think that your life is fully decided by you?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">By the way… The significance of the air conditioning comment is that this is Phil's former profession… something he gave up only a couple of months before we met to re-train as a lorry driver.</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01245426721706057042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044034740705335544.post-9733169190711155242011-10-13T12:24:00.000-07:002011-10-13T12:24:06.166-07:00Let Me Introduce Myself...<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">This was originally posted on 13th September 2006 on MySpace </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">This is my first attempt at blogging so bear with me...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">It all began approximately 28 years ago in the small, but growing "new town" of Hemel Hempstead. A baby girl was born (in a hospital that has since been knocked down - that sort of thing could really give you a complex!!!). That child spent the first 6 years of its life in this town before her parents finally took pity on her and moved her to the beautiful countryside and rolling hills of Yorkshire. Shortly after, they decided she needed company in the form of a baby brother. Oh how foolish they were!!! It was a further 20 years before sibling rivaly would finally develop into a mutual appreciation of each other as such that they no longer feel the daily urge to kill each other in a variety of ways as per Itchy & Scratchy off the Simpsons!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">In those 20 years, that child grew (and oh my how she grew lol). She did well at school and went onto university in the city of Hull where on a sunny day in July 1999 her parents stood proudly as she achieved what no-one else in the family to that date had acheived... a full university degree (we won't mention the essay writing at 2am tanked up on vodka or the partying until 6am the night before a big exam though!)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">Now she is plying her trade as a "Payroll Specialist" for a large company in the North of England. She has escaped those proud parents and has met a nice boy with which she wants to spend her future. In short she is finally embarking on that great adventure called life...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Stay tuned for the next episode.....</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01245426721706057042noreply@blogger.com0