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  • Please Do Not Buy A Rare Coloured Bulldog

    Still thinking about buying a “rare” coloured bulldog? Well think again!!!! This is what your money is funding.

    There’s no such thing as a rare coloured bulldog only backyard breeders conning members of the public into believing they have something special. As with any rarity, animals that are exceptional seem to have a priceless appeal and it seems as if everyone in this market are willing to accept any cost to acquire a bulldog with a remarkable and striking hue. The craze is much the same as in everything else on the planet, supply and demand transcend precious metals, food, and yes even animals.

    This is not special this is horrific and there’s not a single dog on this planet that deserves this, cross breed or not 😡😡. This poor dog is now in the care of rescue and is getting treatment for wounds he sustained from being attacked by other dogs in the breeders kennels. Wounds that should have been treated as soon as they happened but obviously that costs money and money is far more important than a dogs health and welfare

    The lure is the same as owning any rare item, it is a status symbol. Numerous individuals are purchasing these bulldogs essentially and solely for their remarkable hues and appearance. They are charmed to own something very few have but then getting to the attention for themselves is priceless. Different reproducers and companions are the ultimate conversation piece. Certain uncommon hued bulldogs are likewise elusive or breed, bringing about their canine and proprietor to make a “one in a million” bond with their dogs.

    Joint Health Problems in Rare Color Breeds:

    Canines experience a genuine measure of anxiety every day, from pursuing tennis balls, to playing a basic diversion with their proprietor in their patio. One particular article in Autry Hills Kennel explains how this has a direct impact on rare breeds who are genetically compromised. For a few puppies, the tedious weight on their joints can turn into an issue.

     

    Credit Tracey Jayne Rowell

  • Christmas Lights Warning!!!

    For Those of you who are placing Christmas lights/decorations in your garden, on your fences or anywhere near the road, can you please avoid anything that has Red or Blue flashing lights together, all of us would really appreciate it?

    Every time I come around the corner, I think it’s the police and I have a panic attack, like a full on oh holy balls I’m in the shit here.

    I have to brake hard, toss my wine out the window, hide the weed, fasten my seat belt, throw my phone on the floor, turn my radio down, and push the gun under the seat, all while trying to drive, this is obviously not safe for others, whilst trying to hide all my shit I am not concentrating on the road .

    It’s just too much drama, even for Christmas.

    Thank you for your cooperation and understanding.🎄

     

    Please don’t get butt hurt this is clearly a joke

  • A Day In The Life Of A Lazy Father

    Dear Diary,
    Last night was difficult – the baby woke up crying for a bottle and briefly woke me up too.
    I woke my partner and then pretended to be asleep, so she’d have to deal with her. I fell back to sleep within seconds, but I’m so knackered. 

    I’m sure she’s fine, she’s used to having no sleep. 

    This morning, I jumped out of bed, made myself some breakfast, I enjoyed a nice, hot coffee before having a relaxing poo, followed by jumping in to a hot shower on my own.

    I didn’t make her anything for breakfast, though – she’s used to doing everything on her own; she doesn’t need my help.

    I put my clean boxers and socks on, my freshly ironed work clothes and it was only 07:40 – I leave at 08:00. 
    So, with all this spare time I had before leaving for work, I sat scrolling through my phone and watched her feed the baby whilst listening to her complain that she misses having a hot drink and something to eat without stopping every five minutes.

    Probably hormones. She’s always moody.

    Well, with 20 minutes spare and nothing to do, I left early for work so I didn’t get stuck in shitty traffic; she had loads of housework to do anyway, better not get in the way of that. 
    I would help do a little bit, but I’d rather listen to the radio and have some quiet time before work.

    Work is so stressful. 

    Five days out of seven, I have to spend time with adults and socialise a bit. I get two fifteen minute tea breaks and an hour’s lunch – completely alone. 
    On the plus side, I get a career and I know I’ll always be financially stable, so that’s a perk I guess.
    My lunch was actually quite enjoyable – she packed my favourite snacks and made me a sandwich with my favourite filling!  
    With an hour spare, I had plenty of time to reflect on my thoughts and actually, plan a night out with the lads.

    I deserve it, I think. I only get two whole days and every evening to myself a week.

    She won’t have plans anyway, she has a baby to look after.
    Actually, I had a message from her on my break to tell me what was for dinner when I got home, that our baby had rolled over for the first time, that she loves me so much and and can’t wait for me to come home and spend the weekend with them as a family. 

    She’s so needy, I only left a few hours ago.

    I don’t think she’ll be happy when I tell her I’m going out with the lads at the weekend, but it’s tough. I earn the wage and put a roof over her head, I’m allowed. 

    She has no friends anyway, they seem to have ditched her since having our baby.

     
    I drove home from work after a tough day typing emails and speaking to clients, I could smell dinner as I pulled up, but was shocked to see her when I walked through the door.
    She was still in the same clothes as she was this morning, she’d had no wash, there was more washing piled up and now she’s asking me to take the baby aswell. 

    I told her that I couldn’t and I wanted to sort myself out after work. 

    God, can I just have a minute to myself, please?

    I took another hot shower and put my clean clothes on, sat down and complained at how hard my day’s been. 

    I’m allowed to complain, right? She doesn’t work, so she doesn’t know how it feels. 

    Out of nowhere, she burst in to tears and asked why I didn’t reply to her message at lunchtime; she asked if I still loved her and why I don’t help her out with our baby. 

    I ignored her, had my dinner and decided to nip out for a drive to get some space, I needed to vent to somebody. 
    Plus, the baby started crying again and needed rocking to sleep – I thought I had better leave her to it. 
    I came back a bit later and the baby was asleep. 

    Peace and quiet, finally.

    She was in a bad mood when I got in, so I just went straight to bed – I have work tomorrow and I need a decent night’s sleep. 
    Having a baby is hard work.
    Goodnight.

     

  • Dear Friend, I’m Sorry For Being So Bloody Rubbish

    Dear Friend,

    I am sorry for being so bloody rubbish.

    But you see, life moves really – REALLY – fast.

    From the minute I open my eyes there are 2 small people, several big people and even some animals who are relying on me for many different reasons. Some of them involve eating and basic survival.

    I am spinning plates and dropping plenty. You, my dear friend are one of those plates.

    But I love you very much.

    I wish that every text message I wrote to you in my head made it into the virtual space and into your phone to let you know you’re in my heart and on my mind.

    I wish I could carry through with all the plans we make, knowing we never will. I go there in my mind – it’s loads of fun.

    When I drop, frazzled, into bed at night, I remember I haven’t rung you, again.

    Then I remember I haven’t locked the back door or brought the cat in and just like that, it’s happened again and I have forgotten, again.

    I am very hopeful that one day life will be easier and we will be blessed with plenty of time for laughing, drinking and sharing.

    Stick with me,

    I promise I will be worth it – when we are old and grey and you need someone to laugh with in the nursing home.

    I’m there.

    Yours Loyally,

    Your bloody rubbish friend

    xxx

    Source – Donna Ashworth

     

  • I Have One Too Many…

    ONE TOO MANY… So what does that actually mean?
    I’ll tell you… It means whatever YOU decide it means, and it applies to every one of us.
    For me it’s one too many cardboard toilet rolls on the bathroom floor, that have conveniently missed the bin
    One too many lovely dresses hanging in the wardrobe that I don’t have the confidence to wear
    One too many biscuits I shouldn’t have eaten with that cup of tea
    One too many comments from people who I smile off, and pretend to ignore, yet get stored in my bank of things to over think 😥
    One too many drinks because I’ve got over excited at the thought of being out and having a *good time* 🙈
    One too many days I have to get home from a long day working, and having to start again when I get home
    One too many losses in my life that I have to get on with, that NEVER go away 😭
    And if I’m honest, probably one too many children!! 😂
    My Mum suffered a terrible loss of her husband, my Dad, when my brother and I were young. She used alcohol as a crutch for many years, but she battled and she got through, and she tells me to write a gratitude list every day. To be thankful for life, and health, and to live everyday like it could be the last. Sometimes even that seems too much, but I am certainly starting to clean up the weeds of my head garden, and new buds are already pushing through. I focus on what I HAVE GOT, rather than what I haven’t. And slowly but surely I realise it feels SO MUCH BETTER.
    I am blessed with these four BEAUTIFUL children, and my God am I the luckiest Mummy on the planet
    What are your ‘one too many’s’ and what are you thankful for today?
    My blog: onetoomany33 on Facebook and Instagram.

  • Vaccination Destroyed My Boys Life

    4 years ago my perfectly healthy son became a ventilator dependent quadriplegic due to the vaccine Gardasil.

    Whether you call the condition TM or AFM they are both terms for polio renamed.

    Colton fought so hard to get better. He was so strong and pushed himself trying to achieve a normal body that he once had never to achieve it in this lifetime.

    Gardasil took his happy life from him.

    Gardasil took everything away from him that you take for granted like breathing, being able to walk, scratching your own itch, hugging someone, dressing yourself. Gardasil took my son from me.

    MERCK knows these risks exist. THE GOVERNMENT knows these risks exist Doctors know these risks exist yet they still administer vaccines because of money! They aren’t administering vaccines for your health and safety it’s all about money! There’s no true safety studies on vaccines CDC destroys the info showing bad side effects from vaccines.

    Please do your research..I did mine too late. My son is gone!

    I miss him like crazy.

    You can protect your kids don’t be a fool… don’t trust a doctor that makes money pushing vaccines. READ A TRUE VACCINE INSERT-DARE YOUR DOCTOR TO READ THE VACCINE INSERT.

    WHAT ARE THE INGREDIENTS= neurotoxins!

    The HPV Vaccine On Trial: Seeking Justice for a Generation Betrayed https://www.amazon.com/dp/1510710809/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_6OJSBbBD574K6

    (Coltons story in this book! )

    Please read this link to understand polio and how it’s renamed!

    https://www.jchristoff.com/18-things-you-dont-know-about-polio-2/

    Credit Kathleen Berrett

  • Best Way To Explain The Truth About Santa

    Son: “Dad, I think I’m old enough to know now. Is there a Santa Claus?” Not being the world’s fastest thinker, I stalled for time.

    Dad: “OK, I agree that you’re old enough. But before I tell you, I have a question for you. You see, the truth is a dangerous gift. Once you know something, you can’t un-know it. Once you know the truth about Santa Claus, you will never again understand and relate to him as you do now. So my question is: Are you sure you want to know?”

    Brief pause. Son: “Yes. I want to know.”

    Dad: “OK, I’ll tell you: Yes, there IS a Santa Claus.”

    Son: “Really?” Dad: “Yes, really, but he’s not an old man with a beard in a red suit. That’s just what we tell kids. You see, kids are too young to understand the true nature of Santa Claus, so we explain it to them in a way that they can understand. The truth about Santa Claus is that he’s not a person at all; he’s an idea. Think of all those presents Santa gave you over the years. I actually bought those myself. I watched you open them. And did it bother me that you didn’t thank me? Of course not! In fact it gave me great pleasure. You see, Santa Claus is THE IDEA OF GIVING FOR THE SAKE OF GIVING, without thought of thanks or acknowledgement.

    When I saw that woman collapse on the subway last week and called for help, I knew that she’d never know that it was me who summoned the ambulance. I was being Santa Claus when I did that.”

    Son: “Oh.”

    Dad: “So now that you know, you’re part of it. You have to be Santa Claus too now. That means you can never tell a young kid the secret, and you have to help us select Santa presents for them, and most important, you have to look for opportunities to help people. Got it?”

  • YES I Will Judge Your Parenting

    Yes I will judge your parenting and no i am not by any means a perfect parent everyone makes mistakes, I wont judge you if you look a mess, your hairs not brushed or your child is crying or having a temper tantrum these are all normal parts of parenting.

    I however will judge you if i see you giving your baby coca cola in a bottle, adding rice or cereal into their bottle to help them sleep more, come on choking risk or an extra hour in bed, I know which one I would prefer.

    You wearing name brand clothes, warm winter coats,gloves, scarf and a pair of uggs whilst your child is sat in a dirty pram with no socks or shoes on, dirty stained top and no coat, heck yes I will judge away, ill stand up and say something.

    Putting your seat belt on in the car for your own safety whilst your tiny baby is forward facing or sat on someones lap, I will educate you on safe car seat laws.

    If you go on holiday abroad 2 or 3 times a year with your friends or partner whilst your kids are lucky to get a weekend in a caravan I will judge you and ignore your lame excuses.

    If you refuse vaccinations for your child you my dear are a moron, vaccinations were made to protect children and adults from deadly diseases, someone please explain to me why the government would make something (for free in the UK) to harm children.

    Judging other parents is totally and utterly acceptable if the parents are idiots, don’t wean your baby at 3 months, don’t risk their lives, dont put them in harm’s way and dont put yourself before them,  I would hope someone would have the courage to tell me if I am doing something that places my child at risk.

  • Company Scam Please Be Aware

    I recently fell for a scam on Facebook and purchased a cleaning product called Multifunctional All purpose Effervescent cleaning spray from a Facebook company called Oderby.

    The product states it can clean the bottom of your pots and pans and bring them up like new. The video on their web page also shows someone cleaning an oven with it, which looks amazing afterwards.
    The product takes 4 weeks to arrive and when it does arrive the spray bottle is missing, there are no instructions, and there are 10 white tablets.
    I tried the product which does not work, it’s complete lies. Once you have purchased the item the company blocks you from contacting them via Facebook, and stops you from warning others.
    Luckily I managed to get a full refund from PayPal, but I just wanted to warn others about this scam.
    This was the first time I’ve ever purchased an item from Facebook, and I’m shocked at how these companies are still allowed to sell products through Facebook.
    Company Scam Please Be Aware
    Company Scam Please Be Aware
    The company is Oderby. Their website is Oderby.com
    Please be careful when purchasing items from Facebook. If it looks too good to be true… it most likely is!
    Written by Jeanette Leigh

     

  • C-Section Is The Easy Way, Is It?

     THIS POST IS GRAPHIC- but it’s for those of you who say that a c-section is the “EASY” way out. Let me explain to you what happens. I’ve had both an emergency c-section and a planned one…

    First, (during your probable panic attack) they’re going to sit you up on the operating table. They’ll open the back of your hospital gown and a nurse will cradle your head and shoulders to make sure that your spine is arched. You HAVE to stay still because the anesthesiologist is about to stick a large needle in your spine and IF you move, let’s just say, it’s not good. You DON’T move. But you feel that needle go into your spine and the pain and pressure is something you will NEVER forget.

    Next, the nurses lay you on your back as your legs begin to go numb. At this point, I’m shaking and crying because there’s something very terrifying about knowing that your stomach is about to get cut open- and you’re awake for it. The bright surgery light shines down on you as they begin to clean your stomach. Your blood pressure and pulse are being monitored as they touch your stomach up to your ribs to make sure you’re numb. EMOTIONALLY, you CANNOT be numbed. It’s like emotional overdrive.

    After the anesthesia sets in, the panic begins (at least for me). Will he be healthy? Is he going to be okay? Am I going to die? Will it hurt? And then they begin to cut..

    I felt every ounce of pressure and movement. Don’t think that you don’t, you do. The clamps, the pulling, the tearing. You don’t feel the pain, but you know/feel exactly what’s happening. Mentally, there’s really no way to describe this. After a couple of minutes your baby is taken out of your stomach and in the first picture, they held him up to the curtain so I could see him. I couldn’t hold him, I could only watch as they worked on him. By this point, I’m hysterical. My hands were shaking so bad that the anesthesiologist kept having to put my hand back on the arm holders.

    After he’s out, that’s when they begin sewing you up or gluing you. This is when my blood pressure and pulse drop and I feel like I may actually die. Emotions are in overdrive. I just want him to be okay. Desperately I pray that he’s okay. Tears were pouring out of me.

    The operation is over, but the pain isn’t. You’re wheeled into the recovery room to be monitored for an hour. I had severe amounts of pain in my back and chest and we’re still not certain as to why. But this is when it all starts “setting in”. See, after a c-section, when you cough or even giggle, it feels like your stomach is tearing open and your organs are about to fall out. Moving at all shoots an indescribable pain into your abdomen and you feel sick. You need help moving in your bed, rolling over and adjusting the blankets. (You just had a baby cut out of you so..)

    Lastly, it really takes time to heal. But during your healing process you also need to care for that newborn. Be prepared to barely sleep while trying to recover from major surgery. He’ll be nursing and laying his beautiful little body RIGHT on top of your incision. And just wait until you have to walk in 12 hours- THAT is pain. Showering, walking and moving are NO easy task. Your incision will burn, your stomach will feel like you’ve been stabbed repeatedly and going to the bathroom will seem nearly impossible.

    LUCKILY there is something amazing about all of this- you gave birth to a beautiful child. Incredible. And NO it’s not the “easy” way. The truth is, there is NO “easy” way to give birth.

    So for all of us c-section moms, don’t minimize our births. Don’t tell us that we did it the “easy” way. Don’t tell us that we “copped out”. It’s simply NOT true…. just ask any woman who’s had one. It takes a STRONG woman to endure a c-section and recover from one. I’ve had 3 now so I KNOW how strong you have to be.

    We’re women, we endure more pain than most. We shouldn’t cut each other down over how we give birth. For me, I didn’t have an option but to have c-sections as my uterus nearly ruptured with my daughter. We don’t choose c-sections, our DOCTORS deem them medically necessary. We should build each other up. If you gave birth vaginally, YOU are a warrior. I don’t pretend to know your pain. I just know it IS pain. If you’ve not had a c-section, just know it IS pain as well.

    I gave birth to my beautiful boy 3 days ago and I’m still very much recovering from my c-section and just to let you know- it still hurts! IF this is the “EASY way” please enlighten me as to which is the “hard way”……

    Credit goes to the amazing Chanda lynn