Pregnancy, a magical moment that only happens to a woman, a stage in your life where you weigh up your priorities. A sudden realization that you are responsible for a life of another human being.
So what’s wrong with this picture?
While many of us will convert to healthy eating and preparing our body to be in the best possible condition, this mother is obviously oblivious to the harm she’s doing to her unborn child. Whether she chose to ignore it or just being unaware of the consequences, it still does not excuse the fact that this child will not have the best start in life.
I can only imagine the kind of lifestyle that this baby is going to be brought in to. The expense that we have to contribute through tax to bring up this child, as this woman is probably relying on state benefits to bring up her brood. What kind of example would she give? Would she be a good mother? The picture says a thousand words and I’ll let you be a judge on that.
Am I being harsh? I don’t think so. I also know that a lot of young mothers out there are responsible mothers, who’d made mistakes, but try their hardest to rectify it. But there are also a large majority who do not give a rats ass. People who rely on the state to live and do nothing what so ever to make their life better or give a thought to their child’s future. It makes me wonder where our government is heading when this sight is becoming normal wherever you go.
Many times, I have encountered a chavvy mum to be smoking like her life depends on it. They don’t seem to have shame, or any regards to their unborn child.
And what its it with the fashion sense? What’s the justification of showing your huge belly out for all to see? It might have looked great on Demi Moore, but Vicky Pollard I don’t think so.
(Photo from Malias)
A new ordnance suvrvey mapping site, where you can view both arial and street side by side. Pretty useful if you are looking for hidden footpaths, routes for hiking, cycling horse riding etc. It also displays GPS logs. It is also intended for teaching between OS mapping and the real world.
Check the site out Where is the Path Read More
After much nagging from the kids, we finally gave in and decided to buy them a pet rabbit. We named him Maxi and he has been with us for the last five years.
We emphasized the huge responsibilities that came with having a pet, as well as teaching them compassion and respect for the new addition. Of course, the responsibility would also come from us as parents to make sure that they are doing what they are supposed to do when it came to caring for Maxi, after all we are the grown ups here.
So five years have passed and E is now 10 years old. Though she loves Maxi, I’ve noticed lately that her interest in him seems to be waning. We have to constantly remind her to keep him company and to make sure that he gets his daily care and attention. We have sat her down many times to remind her that she needs to do more for him, we’ve negotiated and compromised. But it seems to be more of a chore for her than anything else.
Only about a month ago, she asked us whether she could have a pet hamster. We firmly told her no, and that she has enough responsibility with Maxi, never mind taking on another pet, that she will probably lose interest in a couple of months.
Of course it’s not solely her responsibility, but we have also given her the tools and knowledge for the role as Maxi’s primary carer. I don’t blame fully her, but with age comes with new interests and these have seemed to have taken more priority than Maxi.
D and I do our best to for Maxi but I don’t think it’s enough. So we have came to a conclusion that maybe Maxi would be better off to be with someone who could give him the attention that he needs. The lifespan of an average rabbit can differ to 6-8 years and I don’t want Maxi to spend the last years of his life feeling unwanted. He is such a lovely and friendly pet and he has given us so much in the last five years.
Though it’s a hard decision, we feel that we need to make it for his welfare and happiness, it’s not fair to keep him just because we have to. He deserves a lot more.
When we have finalized our decision we will tell the kids and explain to them that this is the final straw. I know that it will be hard for them to see him go and will probably beg us to keep him, and promise that she will do her best, but this is nothing new. A lesson needs to be learnt from this, they need to know the whole responsibility of being their for their pet no matter what. Every pet has the right to live their life fully, with someone who is dedicated not just when it suits.
As the Americans and British Olympians reap the rewards of the best Olympics ever, does watching the whole action makes you feel inspired or embarrassed?
If you’re like me, I would like to think I could get out of the comfort of my office chair, and put down my laptop and rush to the nearest pool and swim myself fit. I want to cycle, I want to run, I want to be fit and healthy! The painful truth is, that’s never going to happen, in two weeks when all of this is over we would have forgotten about and our big ideas would settle down like the dust in the Birds Nest Stadium in Beijing.
So, with that thought in mind, I would like to share with you Happy Slip’s Olympic Dream. I guess if we can’t do it, we might as well just dream about it.
So, it’s been nearly 3 years since I passed my driving test. Third time around and two minors, so I really should be pretty proud of myself. I can remember the day so clearly, I was in tears before I even left the house, my poor instructor must have thought he had the short end of the stick.
You should think that after all this time I should be giving Lewis Hamilton a run for his money. Yeah right! I’m ashamed to admit that I STILL CANT park, and the most annoying thing of all is I take it very personally if someone over takes me. Many times I wished that guns are legal in this country so I can blow the next joker who tries to pull one over me.
So is it really that bad? Well let me tell you, I was parking (or attempting to park) in a shopping centre, I swore blind to myself while shunting back and forth that the space I picked was not big enough to park a kids pedal bike.
After about 2 minutes of swearing and frustration, I managed to sit my car comfortably between two cars, upon getting out, I noticed that the car on my left hand side had a rather large scrape along the side. But then I also noticed that my car had no indication that it had damaged the other vehicle.
Feeling confused and scared, I ran in the shop like a desperate mad woman and got whatever I needed to get, so I can then plan my quick escape. I was sure that some man was going to come towards me hurling abuse about the damage that I’ve done to his car.
While driving back home, I was trying to console myself, reasoning out, that I didn’t scrape his car. I doubt that I have, my car was OK, if it was the case my car would be also damaged right?
After this ‘minor’ incident I didn’t drive for over a week. And until this time, I’m still trying to tell myself that the scratch on the other persons car was already there. Or was it?
Maybe next time I’ll take the bus.
