Halleluja with a TWIST!!

Ok so I think I've finally figured it out!!!

I mean... we've gotta admit that I seem to have more drama than the average person right!?

I mean seriously... things don't happen in halves in my life! It's the full on dramatic bad episode of days of our lives every single freakin day (minus the whole cast sleeping with each other and sons and daughters marrying ex lovers mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters and all that crap!! And no one in my life has had amnesia yet... which can I say is the LAMEST illness that soap operas never let die down?!?!!!.... so over it!!!!).

Anyways... all the rest of my dramas would make for a good soap! It can't just be little hick ups here and there... NO SIREE! It's gotta be full blown kick in the head DRAMA!!! Followed with a 'HALLELUJAH', and then ending with a 'Dun dun dunnnnnn' TWIST!

SO I was thinking about it the other day... and I asked myself the question... WHY THE HECK ME??!! Because it IS pretty unusual! I have plenty of people around me that go through life without the kind of extremes that pop up in my life!

But then I realised...

I think word must have got out about my RAT GiRL comic... so people in my life must be deliberately screwing with me JUST SO THEY CAN STAR IN IT!!!!!!!!!!! The cheeky shits!

*GiGGLeS*... OK maybe that's a bit far fetched... but that's what I'm going to keep telling myself anyway, so that I don't drive myself insane!!!

Come on people!! Pretend with me!!! :-D!

Anyways so as you all know (well those you have read) The latest drama has been with the Midwife from hell and all this crazy gestational diabetes nonsense!

It's safe to say that the bitch has to go! So I've been working up the courage to ditch the bitch and get someone more reliable! But I struggle with confrontation.. so things like this is never easy for me!

Usually I let RAT GiRL deal with it! But... honestly... do you think I could really get away with feeding Slackbitch to a crocodile in the real world?.... *sigh* I think not!

So how does one tell a slack-arse midwife to "Get the hell out of my life you lazy slag of a slack arse bitch, shove your doppler up your fat arse and FFS wear some long pants and cover those HIDEOUS varicose veins that make me want to puke every time I see them!! Pull ya fucking head in and start taking some responsibility, or better yet do everyone a favour and QUIT YOUR JOB because sitting on your arse, drinking coffee and catching up with your friends seem to be all you are good for!!! Oh... and lay off the drugs that you MUST be stealing for yourself from the clinic, because either you're a fucking dumbarse or you're high off ya saggy tits ffs!" .... in a nice way?

I don't think it's really possible!

But GUESS WHAT??? It turns out I didn't have to after all!!!

Mum and I went to see her yesterday... I was already pissed off at her and had a million things running through my mind wondering if I was going to turn into RAT GiRL if she was to say anything to make me snap!

First of all, when we got there for my 10.30am appointment, the lady at front desk told us that slackbitch had JUST taken another lady in! This pissed us off because she did this the very first time too... She made us wait for half an hour standing in a horrid little room for my first glucose test, when the time was CRUCIAL to take my bloods spot on the dot!

Mum had asked her if she had double booked or something to which Slackbitch replied "*shrugs* Nah... we were just catching up." !!!! No apology or anything! So she got off on the wrong foot with us from the start!

So this time, Mum told the lady at front desk... "Look! She made us wait like this last time! We have an appointment for 10:30am!" Mum made it clear that we weren't gonna wait for her bullshit again, so the lady went into the room to tell that we were there.

Luckily... this made her hurry, but if it hadn't been for that... I know we would have been waiting for flippin ages!

So urge to kill... was rising!

But when we got in there... Mum did most of the talking which calmed me down, because I know I may have flown off the handle explaining the drama with the results!

Mum explained that we were not happy with everything and that she would be taking me to see her personal diabetes specialist to have another PROPER glucose test to be on the safe side.

Slackbitch didn't object... so that sat well with me!

So I managed to keep my cool through the whole appointment, it was a nice quick consultation that didn't take very long at all. But I gotta say... during the consultation... her phone rang... and SHE ANSWERED!!! Yapped away for a good 5 mins to some chick.

It may have been work related, and usually I don't mind people taking phone calls in the middle of a 'check up' but remember what I said in my last post?...

She hang up on me and refused to take my call to give me urgent results BECAUSE SHE WAS TOOO BUSY CHATTING WITH A FRIEND!!!!... The cheek of it!!

So it was just about time to go and she was booking me in for my next appointment, and the whole time I was thinking... nows your chance Giggle... ask about getting a new midwife so you don't have to see this bitch again... do it... DO IT.... DO IT NOW!!!!

But then the most amazing thing happened...

Slackbitch says "Oh by the way... I should probably let you know, as of next week, there will be another Midwife taking over my position, I am finishing up as a Midwife and going back to my other job... don't worry... this lady is really lovely, but you wont be seeing me any more, and I hope all goes well for you."

I wanted to scream... I wanted to somersault and do a belly flop (but that would not have been good for the baby!!!)

I was just about ready to kiss the ugly ogre until she concluded this dramatic episode with a TWIST...

Slackbitch continued - "But no doubt you'll see me again anyway... you see my main job is up in the birthing suite, so I'll most likely be there with you through the birth..."

DUN DUN DUNNNNNN.....

Someone shoot me now ffs!

xx

WHAT THE???

OK... so first of all let me start off with how the hospital went.

Mum and I got there bright and early at the women's and children's blood collection clinic, only to be told that all the staff in that area had called in sick! So we had to go to the other blood clinic which is a 'sit in and wait' kind of thing.

There were many many people cramped and squished on this long uncomfortable wooden bench outside the waiting room! This bench was where me and mum were to wait for AT LEAST 2 hours while I had my glucose test! NOT COMFY AT ALL!

I was already very agitated and absolutely STARVING as I had been fasting for the 10hrs before that. Actually to be honest, I hadn't eaten at all for the last 24 hours because I was feeling extremely sick all day before, and by the time I was actually hungry, it was too late... it was time to fast!

So I was really crook, and now had to wait even longer to even start my test, as it was now first in best dressed and not via appointment. (and there were A LOT of people in front of me, just for one off blood tests.) I was actually the only one out of all of these people that was there for a glucose test, so i was a little disappointed that they couldn't get me started asap.

And there was only ONE poor nurse that had to look after us all! She was very lovely and helpful, but gosh I felt so bad for her as she had no one to help her!

The only entertaining part, was watching the looks on each face of the people who would come around the corner to find the room packed! Some looked like they had just stood in dog poo, others stood like a frozen dear in head lights wondering whether they should stay or come back NEXT YEAR!, but most people just looked as though they just sh*t a brick and kept walking! (Thank heavens because that would have been more people we had to wait for!)

Because an emergency appointment was made for me at the W&C clinic, I didn't need any paper work, but now that we were in a different section, we now had to wait for someone to bring us a form to fill out before they would even CONCIDER putting me in line. So that meant that the more people who came in... the longer we had to wait.

After waiting an hour and still no sign of this 'form' Mum confronted the lady for answers, because by this stage I couldn't even stand I was so weak! But the nurse felt so bad for us that she actually bent the rules by putting me through without paper work! She told me that she could get in so much trouble for it, but she could see I was getting restless and decided to let me get started with it. So information was scribbled on a piece of paper for the time being.

First she took my fasting blood test and handed me this horrid green glucose drink to scull! (It was HIDEOUS!) It tasted like pure lime cordial that WASN'T watered down. YUCK!

Then the actual waiting began... I had to sit still for an hour on that horrid wooden bench until my next blood test.

I became really nauseated and restless, felt like I was going to faint, or vomit or both. I kept getting hot and cold flushes, so this glucose drink obviously was not reacting well with my body.

An hour later it was time for my next blood test. She used my other arm this time, but had trouble finding my vein!! So in and out and in out out the needle would go! It was awful! Then!! When she finally found the vein... the suction on the syringe was apparently broken, so when she tried pull it out, something went very wrong and the needle actually broke and bent in my arm!! It was soooo painful!

She said that the needle must have been really old... and then got a new syringe and was successful finally with another vein! But Boy have I got a big bruise from that one!

So another hours wait, and feeling more and more faint (and my arm aching!) Eventually it was time for my last test.

Meanwhile the form STILL hadn't arrived.. so she got Mum to go and fetch it for her (should have done that in the first place!)

For the third blood test she had to use the other arm, because she mangled the one before! But it was quick and easy this time. Then she quickly jotted everything down on the form, and quickly entered all the info into the computer system (she was extremely rushed off her feet.) And finally we were free to go! Where we would wait to hear the results via a phone call the next day.

There was one concern I had about this whole thing and that was that they never asked me for my Pregnancy Health Record. (Which is a little green book that all pregnant patients must have with them all the time, and all information is to be read and stored into this booklet, to keep track of everything.)

But no body asked for it, so I found that quite strange.

But anyways... after getting some food in my belly and going home for a huuuuge sleep, I was feeling much better!

Now let me tell you about how slack that Midwife of mine is...

The next morning I woke up to find a message on our answering machine from my Midwife who had left the message one hour before.

It said "Hi ummm, Giggle is it? It's Slackbitch from the hut here... listen your test results have come back and they are extremely elevated so I'm going to need you to call me back ASAP.... or what ever... on this number... *reads number*"

So I start getting anxious again, and I get straight on the phone and try to call her! But the phone rings about 3 times and then is disconnected (it was obvious she had deliberately hung up the call.) I got really cranky, because that is rather a rude thing to do, so even though it was obvious she didn't want to talk to anyone, I tried ringing again and again anyway!

Finally she rudely answered... "YES? WHAT IS IT?!!" I was stunned! But replied "Oh.... hi... it's Giggle, you had left a message for me to call you urgently about my test results?" She said "Oh yes! I'm just busy at the moment, I'll call you back later!" *She hangs up*

So I waited a couple hours anxiously for her call, and finally she returns it...

Her: "Hi Giggle, sorry about that, I was just catching up with an old friend!"

(I'm thinking... oh... that sounds important! Too busy to give me urgent results because you are catching up with an old friend!!!!)

Me: "That's ok... I was just anxious to hear this emergency?"

Her: "Yes, your results have come back extremely elevated, so you need to make an appointment with the hospital urgently for a glucose test!"

Me: "Sorry hang on... so I have to go have another test at the hospital?"

Her: "Huh? WHat do you mean another? Your test was here, it came back 9.5"

Me: "Oh wait a minute, so you're talking about the results from the test you gave me last Thursday?"

Her: "Yeah, what else would I be talking about?"

Me: "Listen, I waited anxiously for your call all Friday for those results, and in the end I gave up and called myself to find out. Another lady helped me out and booked me an appointment at the hospital, which I have since already done, and now I'm waiting anxiously for the NEW results which I thought were what you were talking about."

Her: "Oh what a good girl!!!" You're onto it arent you?!"

(I'm thinking, Um yes!!! Better than you ya slack B*tch!)

Me: "Oh, but they didn't record it in my green book, should they have?"

Her: "What? Oh that's not right... they have to record everything in that book, in fact they usually don't want to know you with out it!"

Me: "Oh no, so what does that mean?"

Her: "I'll ring them and see if they have your new results and I'll call you back, but the only thing is, that if the results are extremely elevated, you may have to get a new midwife, a specialist."

(Me thinking... well damn... lets hope the results are bad then!!!!"

Me: "Thank you for calling, I appreciate it!"

So I waited for ages for my phone call, but I was really ticked off at how slack she had been and I rang Mum to have a winge about it LOL! But just as Mum answered I got call wait, and so I had to call Mum back.

It was Slackbitch with the results...

Her: "It's me... everything is clear!"

Me: "Pardon?... Whats clear?"

Her: "Your results from the glucose test! It's all normal and nothing to worry about!"

Me: "But... I was told that I was pretty much guaranteed to have it!? I don't understand?"

Her: "Yeah! Weird isn't it! I was so sure there was no getting out of it... I don't know what the hell was going on with you that day when I took your test!"

Me: " Ummm sooo... what were the results exactly?"

Her: "Fasting test came back 3.9, glucose test came back 9, and the last test came back 6.8 So you're fine!"

Me: "But isn't 9 a little a high?"

Her: "Ummm I don't know... I doubt it... I don't think they care about the second reading, they only care about the first and last, so you're fine!"

Me: "But you're not sure? Sorry I'm just confused."

Her: "Look I'll ring again to double check that the middle reading is not a concern, and I'll let you know!"

Me: "Ok thanks."

Meantime I ring Mum to tell her the results are clear... she's in disbelief too as she has been with me through this whole process and has even noticed symptoms in myself that are signs of diabetes (and she would know... she has them!)

Then Slackbitch calls back for the last time...

Her: "Yep! The second reading doesn't matter... everything's fine, What's better is you don't have to get another midwife!"

Me: "Great!" (in a sarcastic manner!)

So after all that... apparently I'm in the clear!!!

With all the dramas that went on, we were a little concerned that maybe something coud have gone wrong as the process was very rushed and I felt not taken as seriously as it should have been.

So Mum and I decided to put it to the test ourselves.

I borrowed Mum's glucose blood tester (where you prick your finger and test the sugar level in your blood) and I got to testing!

I tested first thing in the morning when I woke up, and it read back 2.5! (Very low, especially concidering the difference from 9.5!)

Then I had a glass of milo and 2 hours later I tested again... it read back 8.6! (Too high, especially for just having a milo!)

Then 2 hours after having two slices of toast with apricot jam... it read back 9.4! (Way too high!)

So something is definately wrong... and we will be getting a second opinion!

The hospital results may very well have been right, but it's better to be safe then sorry I say! Because this is serious... there is a baby at risk!

And I'm going to take it very easy anyway and keep my diet healthy and avoid too much sugar.. just in case!!!

So fingers crossed!!!

xx

It aint over 'till the fat lady screams!!

Hello... it's me Giggle!!! Remember me?? *waves madly!*

Yeh Yeh I know! I've been slack! But hey... I've been flat out busy getting the nursery sorted and it's coming along nicely! So I have been using my time wisely.

And when I haven't been busy... I've been getting as much rest as I can! Because the third trimester is not being very nice to me!!...

*Proof that I've been sick in bed!*

*GiGGLeS*

I'm now 28 and a half weeks pregnant!!! And there is not very long to go at all! Due on the 8th of January (For those who keep forgetting! )

I'm having a little more difficulty in my 3rd trimester with daily activities, needing to take frequent rests, and having trouble breathing as the baby pushes up against my lungs more often.

The bumps getting bigger...

*28 weeks preggas!*

I've been very pale due to lack of iron, my blood pressure has been a little low, I've got swallen ankles, hands and face due to fluid retention (I've puffed up a lot) and I've gained over 10KG and counting! (sigh!)

But thats all normal in pregnancy and nothing to worry about!

Unfortunately though, I've just tested positive to getational diabetes! (Booooo!) Well I have to go to the hospital tomorrow for further tests to confirm it, but my sugar levels were so high... they are pretty much 90% sure!

I was at high risk anyway given my family history! But hopefully it can be controlled with a low carb diet... I'm PRAYING that I wont have to go on insulin as I can not stand NEEDLES!!! EEEEEEEK!!!

But I'm keeping positive! Sure it's scary, but I'm blessed that I'll only have diabetes for less than 3 months (hopefully!) My poor Mumma lives with type 2 diabetes every day! So I'm not complaining... I'm blessed really!

Just as long as the little one doesn't get effected by it, it's a small price to pay for the moment I get to hold the little treasure in my arms in the end! awww!

I'm really ticked off at my midwife though, because when I went for the test, she told me that given my family history of diabetes, I had a very high chance of testing positive to it! So she insisted that she would definitely call me as soon as she found out the results to put my mind at ease.

But come 3:20pm on Friday and still no sign of her call, I decided to ring the clinic myself for the results, and the lady I spoke to said that my Midwife hadn't been in all day, and that if she hadn't called me, then the results must have been fine.

But she double checked for me just in case... and she was shocked to find such a bad result! Even she couldn't believe that my Midwife hadn't contacted me as I needed to book an emergency second test ASAP! And, the hospital closes at 3:30pm!

So I had all of 5 minutes to have everything explained to me and then ring up and book an appointment as soon as I could! (They are closed during the weekend!) So I'm not impressed at all!

Luckily the lady that I spoke to on the phone felt terrible for me and managed to quickly contact them for me just in time and booked me a bigger test first thing Monday morning!! But I'm not very impressed with my midwife at all... I think I may need to find somebody more reliable.

But anyway... I also have another scan on the 14th of November, as my placenta has been laying low, and I need to find out whether I can give birth naturally or have a C-section. It is also our last chance to find out the sex of bub too (if the little bugger uncrosses it's legs this time) hehe, but by then it wont be long to find out for real anyway!

But we'd still like to find out if we can... because we are DYING to know! So I'll keep ya's informed with that too!

Hubby is doing well and is excited about being a Daddy!...

*Hubby bonding with the bump!*

But he has had a bit of a rough run lately and has needed quite a bit of time off work! First he had a strange lump in his arm and wasn't feeling very well, so he took time off to get to the doctors.

But just as he headed to the doctors his CAR BROKE DOWN!!! So he is yet to go to the doctors still, but since then the lump has gone down, but I do worry for him !

And THEN he used his skateboard as transport to do a grocery shop!! (Crazy fella!) And he had a nasty fall and pulled a serious hammy and could barely walk!! So he needed more time off for that too, and to fix his car which he ONLY just got working today! (It's so easy to take these things for granted, we were missing being able to go out when we needed to soooo much!)

But other than that, over all we're doing OK! And we are keeping good spirited about everything.

Hope everyone else is doing fine, I'm going to get to catching up on my blog reading soon, but I still wont be able to post quite as often as I'd like as I've got so much going on right now.

But I wanted to give ya's an update and let ya's know that I'm still alive!! *GiGGLeS*

I've started on the next RAT GiRL episode too, but it's coming along very slowly, as I can only sit at the computer for small periods at a time (MY BACK IS KILLING ME!!!) So bare with me!!

I can't wait to get my body back ffs!

Until then... behave yaself kids! :-P

xx

BACK SOON xx

By the way... it struck me as odd that my last post didn't get many readers... but I just realised, that because I had that post in my draft collecting dust, by the time I posted it, it didn't come up as updated, so it wouldn't have appeared on your blogrolls! (Well that better be your excuse anyway! :-P)

So you BETTER GO READ IT NOW!! Because I made something especially for my RAT GiRL fans!!!

I expect there to have been some more readers on that post by the time I get back! Otherwise I'll feed you all to RAT GiRL's pet crocodile... CHOPPER!!! :-P (and I tell ya... he's hungry! It has been a while since she fed him!)

You know I love you all really!

OK I LUV YA BUBYE! xx

The Adventures of RAT GiRL!

Since having accumulated quite a few new readers lately (bless you Black Boxes!!!) I thought I'd better post a bit of background on my other blog 'The Adventures of RAT GiRL.'

But for the readers that already know all about it... KEEP READING coz there's something in this post for you too! ;-)

The Adventures of RAT GiRL is a comic that I have created as a way of getting my aggression and frustration out over my unfortunate past, life experiences.

I actually started this comic as an experiment before I fell pregnant when I had decided to quit smoking, and used it as a way to keep myself busy and keep my mind off cigarettes!

I ended up thoroughly enjoying it and it turned out to be a great form of therapy for me, so I've tried to keep it up ever since.

Although I only post a new episode about once a month (because it takes so frikken long!) it is definitely something that I will keep up.

Every episode is based on a real life experience, the characters are based on real life people, and even some of my blogger friends get a chance to feature in it! It's a lot of fun!!

I love to create episodes about some of my best life experiences and joyful events such as meeting hubby and other great things to come. But the main point of this comic is for the people that have hurt me in the past, I use this comic as a way to 'get my revenge' on them, but in a very humorous and entertaining way!

Although this comic is comedy and tongue and cheek, there is actually quite a serious side to it as there are times when I can actually get quite emotional during the creation of them, as the bad memories can be quite painful.

But once I get to the final RAT GiRL scenes where she gets her revenge... it truly is very comforting! Like a drug!!! Even though it's not real... I do get satisfaction out of the fantasy of getting revenge on these butt heads!!! HEEEHEEE! And by being able to entertain others with the humorous side to it, is also a very rewarding feeling!

So to all of my RAT GiRL fan's and readers (you know who you are) it is important to me to let you know that your interest, support and comments on my comic is TRULY APPRECIATED because of the deeper meaning behind it. I don't think you understand just how much it really means to me.

And since I can't give you all a physical hug... I'll give you this instead, as a token of my (and RAT GiRL's) appreciation...

It's yours to do what you please with!

So from the bottom of my heart... THANK YOU!! - Without you all I would have tremendous trouble overcoming the serious side that hides behind these humorous episodes. xx

Oh! and although I haven't started on season three as yet... Grams has a little something for you to show her appreciation to you too! *GiGGLeS* So POP ON OVER and see her!

As for the newer readers who don't know what the heck I'm on about, and would like to have a squiz at this comic to get an idea...

Feel free to check out the very first episode HERE to get the gist of the storyline.

And if you like what you see, you can check out the other episodes on the top right sidebar of The Adventures of RAT GiRL blog.

Also, at the end of every episode, I add links to post's of the real life story that each installment is based on, so if you are ever confused by what the episode is really about, you can find an explanation in the links at the end of each post.

But if you couldn't be arsed with checking out my comic at all... well that's OK too!!! You're just as appreciated as a reader of THIS blog!

xx

Angel's Gate

Sorry about the serious and deep posts lately! It's the pregnancy hormones!! I need to losen up ffs! But today I wish to do a post on a subject that is very serious to me, and that is my love for animals!!!

I must admit that I am a coward when it comes to hearing about or seeing documentaries of animals in suffering, cruelty and torture. I often turn my head, change the channel or shut people down when they speak of heartbreaking stories concerning animals.

My heart aches for animal's, I love them more than humans themselves, animals are my heart and my passion. But it pains me so much to hear of any kind of story of animals in suffering that I selfishly often ignore it, and would choose to turn a blind eye because I didn't want to face the truth.

But in doing so, my dream of helping and giving my support on the issue to the best of my ability was disabled. I would sit back and ignore it without trying my hardest to do what I could to support these animals in suffering when really it's all my heart has ever desired. I always wanted to be a vet to play a role in helping animals in need, but I chickened out because I didn't want to deal with the heartbreak of not being able to save all of them. So instead I chose to save none at all, and I really hate that about myself.

I've spent far too long putting my own feelings above the help needed for these animals, and have wasted so much of my life that could have been spent, doing something to help.

But one day, many months ago I was watching an episode of the Oprah show and it was about 'Oprahs's most memorable stories' at the time I thought that it would be pretty safe as it didn't seem like there were going to be any heartbreaking stories about animals that I couldn't handle seeing. But all of a sudden, unexpectedly a heartbreaking story came up.

At first when they showed clips of animals that had been in suffering, my heart immediately broke and tears swelled in my eyes uncontrollably. I couldn't get to the TV quick enough to switch it off because I didn't want to face it.

I remember specifically seeing an image of this beautiful little dog who had been cruelly abused, violently shaken by it's careless owner and paralysed as a result. It was in that moment that I reached for the switch because I did not want to see any more.

But just before I pushed the button, I was extremely overwhelmed to learn that there was a lady that would take animals like these under her wing and had devoted her entire life to do every thing she could to give a better life to these unfortunate precious little lives.

She uses her own HOME, a residential, non-profit, home, for special needs animals. Here, animals many of whom are terminally and / or critically ill or physically challenged, go to live out their days in peace, dignity and love. Her focus is on wellness and quality of life. She and her family provides for the physical, emotional and spiritual needs of each animal and takes a holistic approach in animal care, giving all needed supportive services including hospice care.

Currently, at her home they care for some 200 individuals of many species. These include dogs, cats, parrots, ponies, ducks, swan, pigeons, geese, chickens and rabbits. Dogs and cats receive a raw food natural diet (B.A.R.F. diet) specially prepared by a local butcher.

These animals are her pets. Most are free to roam their home and/or the spacious back yard. Dogs and cats are not crated. Only the parrots are caged. The water fowl, chickens and pigeons are penned at night for their protection.

There is never a fee when she adopts an animal with special needs. They depend solely on supporter contributions which come to her from all over the United States. They even have supporters from as far away as Canada, France, Germany ,The Netherlands, Africa and many from Japan.

This lady is everything that I wish I was as a person, a selfless angel with a heart of gold and I idolise her more than any other person in this world. I had absolutely no idea that there were people like her out there, because I never took the time to allow myself to listen long enough to hear if there ever was a happy ending to heartbreaking stories such as these. Sure I know of animal shelters and the RSPCA, but I've never heard of any one that has put so much heart into it the way she does.

The thing that touched me the most, was that I was able to suddenly see past the disabled animals in their walkers, bandages and heartbreaking wounds, instead the biggest thing that stood out to me was the joy in their eyes and the big happy smiles on their gorgeous little faces.

These animals are clearly loved and cherished in the way that they deserve to be, and seeing that turned my tears of sadness into tears of joy. It truly was a dream come true, one that I never even thought was possible.

It was after seeing this that I realised that it was time to face my fears and get to doing what ever I could to finally help in any way possible. It was such an overwhelming feeling to know that there is hope for these unfortunate animals and one of the main ingredients is cleary love.

Unfortunately, not long after seeing this episode, I had forgotten to take note of the name of this organisation. I couldn't for the life of me remember the name and I searched for months and months on the internet trying to find it again, but I wasn't having much luck at all.

But 2 DAYS AGO... the most amazing thing happened.

I was doing my daily blog reading when I headed to read Nitebyrds recent post. She mentioned in it about an organisation called 'Angels Gate.' I immediately had chills as it rang a bell to me and I realised that it was the name that I had been searching for all this time!! She even linked the site to it, so after many months of searching for this organisation, suddenly with one click of the button it was staring me right in the face! (THANKS AGAIN NITE! xx)

The name of this lady that I speak of is Susan Marino, the founder of Angel's Gate... my Idol!

Now that I have finally found Angel's Gate, I have no idea where to start. I'm just taking it all in at the moment because it has touched me so very deeply in ways that I can't even describe.

Of course when I get a chance to discuss things with hubby, I'd like to look into giving a donation of some kind. Although we are really struggling financially at the moment, with hubby not getting much work due to a bad back, me having no job and being pregnant, expecting our first child in January, this is not going to stop me from contributing in some way.

In fact, a donation alone just doesn't seem like enough to me, I wish to do something far greater to support Angel's Gate! I have no idea what I'm going to do at this stage but I vow to dedicate my support to Angel's Gate in any way that I can.

I intend to go to tremendous lengths to help in any way that I can, whether it be a fundraiser or something even bigger if possible! I will research into it and see what I can come up with, because this means the world to me.

But in the meantime, I wanted to start by doing a post about this amazing act of selflessness, kindness and dedication to these animals in need.

And I ask that if you too are an animal supporter and are just as touched by Susans dedication as I am, please check out their website and maybe even offer a small donation if you can afford to.

You can even sponser an animal if you want to... they are all so adorable! I wish I could sponser them all!!!

But I've got my eye on this this angel...

ABBY: Only recently adopted, this sweet little Chihuahua has had a lot of medical attention and the best they can hope for, they are told, is that she will survive and remain paralyzed permanently. They have already spent $1600 for her and soon there will be bills for neurological consults; re-splinting; pain meds and the purchase of a dog cart.

It can be hard to believe that animals in such critical conditions as these could possibly live happy lives. But I assure you, if you could only see the love and support and attention Susan offers to each and every one of these animals in need, you will be very surprised and thrilled by just how happy spirited these little guys are!

If there is ever a case where an animal is unhappy and is in consistant suffering with their conditions, and she has tried her hardest at doing what ever she can in her power to bring them joy in their life, but it is in their best interest to be put down... she will do so.

No animal suffers in her care.

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Out of the mouths of babes!

With every post I do I like to add an image that suits it, I usually look for cute and funny google images, but in this case I just couldn't find any children cuter than these girls!!

These are Trubs beautiful little girls... my lil angel pies who I adore!!! 'Sugar Plum Bum' 8 yrs old, and her gorjus lil sis 'Grubby' who recently turned 1! Aren't they precious?!!

Ooooo while I'm at it... I can now share a piccy of Trubs latest little blessing 'Bubba boy' who I recently had the amazing experience of watching being born!!!

He's a special lil guy! And I will be thrilled if my baby turns out even half as cute as these kids!!!

Anyways on with the post...

That top photo was taken at another friend of ours baby's first birthday last Saturday, it was a lovely day at the park where we were surrounded by lotsa kiddywinks!!

The best conversations are the ones you have with kids, they say the damn CUTEST things, and they don't even realise it! With some of the cutesy convos I had with some of them, I got to thinking about some of the best kiddy lines I have heard and I wanted to share them.

First of all when I first arrived at the party, I seen a little girl 'Petal' 5 years old who I haven't seen in such a long time. She spotted me first and ran up to give me a hug, I was soooo excited to see her!

This is how our conversation went...

Petal: *running from a distance yelling with excitement* "GIGGLEEEEEEEE..."

Me: *Hugging her* "OMG Hello Petal!!! I haven't seen you in so long!!! How are you???!"

Petal: *Catching her breath* "I'm Good thanks, I didn't pee the bed last night OR the night before!!!"

Me: *Giggling* "Oh that's EXCELLENT hunny! You must be very proud!"

Petal: "Yes! I'm a good girl, aren't I!!"* as she runs to the playground*

I just love it! I wish we could all be as open as children are!!

Kids can also be great therapy too!!! Well... sometimes anyway! :-P

Another conversation I had with her a long time ago was when I was at Trubs house they were having a little gathering and I wasn't feeling 100% with food poisoning.

Petal caught me with a frown on my face and ran over to me.

Petal: "Giggle why do you look so sad?"

Me: "Oh I'm not sad hunny, I'm just not feeling very well."

Petal: "Well you should feel happy all the time, do ya know why?"

Me: "Why?"

Petal: "Because You're BEEEEEAUUUUTIFUL!!!!"

Me: "Awww what a sweet thing to say Petal, Thank you!"

Petal: "And you know what?"

Me: "What?"

Petal: "When I grow up, I'm gonna be as beautiful as you too!!!"

Me: *Giggling* "Oh but you ARE beautiful Petal and you always will be!!!"

Then you have the kiddy crushes!

Another time years ago, there was this gorgeous little boy that lived next door "Spiderman" about 4 years old at the time. He has an older sister so I use to go over to play barbies with her!

Spiderman had a bit of a crush on me, and use to pick flowers for me and was keen to do anything for me.

One day he approached me with something I was not expecting...

Spiderman: *Gets down on one knee* "Giggle, when I grow up I'm going to marry you...!"

Me: *Stunned*

he continued...

Spiderman: "... So who are you gonna marry?"

Me: *Rolling on the floor laughing!!!*

Unfortunately things didn't go to plan... Hubby beat him to it! Sorry Spiderman!!! :-P

A similar thing happened years ago with my friend Red's little brothers 'Cheeky' and 'Cherub' who are twins about 5 years old at the time.

They too both had a bit of a crush on me and would fight for my attention.

One day when I was over their house I spotted Cherub sitting in the corner crying he's little heart out.

I walked over to him...

Me: "Cherub whats wrong??"

Cherub: *Rubs eyes* "Cheeky said that he is gonna be your boyfriend!"

Me: *Blushing* "Well he can't decide that! But why are you so upset?"

Cherub: "Because I WANT to be your boyfriend! But he says that I'm too young for you!!!"

(Cheeky is like 2 minutes older than him!!)

Me: *LMAO* "Don't worry about it... besides, just between you and me... I think you're cuter than him ;-)"

Boy did that boost his little ego!!! Even to this day LOL! (They are now 20 years old mind you!)

But then you get the ones that can be a little embarrassing! Although this next one was cute as hell it wasn't appropriate timing!!!

Hubby and I use to go to an awesome church when we lived in NZ where it was always packed with hundreds of people!

The room was dead silent when the pastor would talk, you could hear a pin drop it was so quiet!!

There was this cutie little boy 'Pokemon' 3 years old at the time who would love to come and sit with me and Hubby during the service. He would often sit on my lap, sometimes Hubbys.

This one particular day, he was sitting on my lap facing towards me, and the Pastor was preaching on a very serious subject.

Pokemon kept poking at the buttons of the pockets of my top which were practically in line with my nipples! Hubby kept whispering to him... "Pokemon... don't do that" because sometimes he would pull the buttons so hard, that my top would start to fall down showing my cleavage!!

Even the whispers of Hubby attracted attention! As quiet as he was, heads would still turn to see where the whispers were coming from!

The pastor had JUST finished a speech and was preparing to put a video on for us to watch, when the room went completely silent!

In that exact moment... Pokemon yells "WOW!!!! You've got BIGGGGGGGG TITTIES!!!!!"

And of course there was not one person that didn't hear it and didn't now have their eyes on us!!

LOL so embarrassing! But at the same time I was pissin myself in hysterics!!! Even the pastor had a giggle!

I could go on and on about more of the cutest conversations I've had with kids, but this post has to end somewhere!!!

But the cutest thing yet that was an absolute heart melter was when Trub handed Grubby a chocolate milk last Saturday night and Grubby's eyes lit up and said "Tocky milk!" It was soooo gorjus!!! She's only 1!!! And they are the first (English) words I have heard from her so far!!!

Just gorjus!!!

What is the cutest conversation you've had with a child?

Oh and Muussy... if you're reading this, can you remember a specific funny convo that came out of my mouth as a child?

xx