Broad Shoulders

I thought you coppers enjoyed charging people?

mikelincs

There that's better isn't it..

Scubaemma

Oh we do, I love charging baddies, but not so much a fan of getting electrocuted by the trolley in Coles or getting in the car

chris955

Yep, I hate all 4 of those things.

irishbloo

People who talk really loudly so you can hear everything they are saying.Hello,I dont care where you went last night,how long you did it for or that you are having tuna bake for dinner.

Broad Shoulders

Yeah? Well some of us do! So don't bloody spoil it for the rest of us!

irishbloo

Why would you be interested to in knowing how long someone did their ironing for.

TiddlyPom

Here, let me tell you what makes me go GRRRRR.

I hate the fact that pretty much every month I have to call the Child Support Agency and ask why I haven't received Child Support ... again.

I hate the fact that every month, they ask me where my ex husband is working and what he does for a living, where he banks, where he lives, what his phone numbers are.

I hate that every time I tell them, they then tell me that he is considered 'unresponsive' because he won't answer the telephone calls or letters from them and that his case is being dealt with by a 'special department.'

I hate the fact that tonight I looked at my daughter's teeth and she has two cavities which need sorting and my eldest needs braces.
I hate that I can't just get these things dealt with.

I really ****ing hate having to email my ex husband to ask where his child support payment is and I hate having to ask him to help with camp costs, even though I suspect he'll say no anyway.

I hate that he'll give me some lame ass excuse about how a client hasn't paid the person he's waiting for, so he can't get it to me just yet, but promises it next week, or the week after. I can't believe he gave up a great paying job in Sydney to do 'odd jobs' for a computer firm up here for $40K a year. I earn more than that making coffee.

I hate that he tells me that I need to pick my children up from his place due to his 'car emergency' - ie- he's never got his car serviced and now it's broken... and hasn't got the common decency to say thank you when I turn up after his short notice.

I hate that my son has obvious signs of depression. He's 8 and a half. ****, that makes me so mad. I cannot convey to you just how insanely crazy that makes me to think that my son has got through his life to have to try to understand that his father only cares to see him twice a month and yet he lives 10 minutes drive down the road and works at home.

I hate that their father agreed to come and see them once a week and then after the first week, never did it again, despite signing a parenting agreement before witnesses.
I hate that he agreed to take his son to soccer and then did it twice and never again.

I hate that he thinks it's ok to ditch his $80+K a year job in Sydney because he doesn't like the commute, or whatever the pathetic whitewhine.com excuse was, so that he can cut down his child support to $400 a month for three children.... and then not even be bothered to get that to me on time.
I mean, just what is $33.3 dollars a week meant to buy for a child, really? Can anyone in their right mind thinks that can buy anything other than a bit of food?

It angers me incredibly that he's turned out to be such a complete and utter dropkick of a man, who claims to be all religious yet has no common decency towards the person who gave birth to his children and who cares for them all day every day, minus two weekends a month.
It disgusts me. Utterly disgusts me.

And then I think that well, it could be worse. Look at Daniel Morcombe's parents. They haven't even got their son any more.
And look at our friends tonight who have lost their teenage nephew from bacterial meningitis. So really, what the fukc have any of us got to moan about really?
So when I get really pissed off, I try to think about how other people are doing it tough and just get a little perspective and keep working hard to care for these three gorgeous people I have in my life and thank whatever that I finally met and married a decent man who has some morals and backbone and hope that my kids take a lesson from him instead of their own DNA donor.

chris955

Wow. I almost wish I hadnt asked the question now.

Dreamy

No.

Well.. sometimes.

What are you trying to say?

Dreamy

I love beetroot.

Why only yesterday I had a giant salad with about half a tin of beetroot on the side (after a pre-pickling session in a jar of pickled onion juice)

MMmmmmmmm.

Anyone who doesn't love beetroot is a freak

(But you still love me, yes?)

Dreamy

What is it about Coles supermarkets and an incredible build up of static? Every time I go I get a massive shock from the freezer compartments.

Perhaps I should stop shuffling my feet and wearing that blue polyester shell suit I borrowed from LouiseR.

Burbage

The apparent inability of 99% of the human race to possess themselves of patience.

People who blame others for their misfortunes.

Everyone having the vote.

Pollyana

Beetroot is the food of the devil

simnmax

Reminds me of the Viz comic ad
"Butter is the Devils spunk" issued by the Margerine Marketing Board