Spurs won their game today according to the BBC news website. 2-1 against Man City.

No doubt it wasn't without incident, but at least hubby will be in a good mood that they finish in 5th place for now.

So he will now be under my feet, sulking because there is no football to see and complaining about how much his ticket will cost. The moaning has already started.

The children will think it is weird having him home on a Saturday - oh silly me of course he will now be working lol

THE NEXT SURVIVOR SERIES

Six married men will be
dropped on an island with 1 car and 3 kids
each for six
weeks.

Each kid will play two sports and either take music or dance
classes.

There is no fast food.

Each man must take care of his 3
kids; keep his assigned house clean,
correct all homework, complete science
projects, cook, do laundry, and
pay a list of "pretend" bills with not enough
money.

In addition, each man will have to budget in money for groceries
each
week.

Each man must remember the birthdays of all their friends
and relatives,
and send cards out on time.

Each man must also take
each child to a doctor's appointment, a dentist
appointment and a haircut
appointment.

He must make one unscheduled and inconvenient
visit per child to the
Urgent Care (weekend, evening, on a holiday or
right when they're about
to leave for vacation).

He must also make
cookies or cupcakes for a social function.

Each man will be responsible
for decorating his own assigned house,
planting flowers outside and keeping
it presentable at all times.

The men will only have access to television
when the kids are asleep and
all chores are done.

There is only one TV
between them, and a remote with dead batteries.

Each father will be
required to know all of the words to every stupid
song that comes on TV and
the name of each and every character on
cartoons.

The men must shave
their legs, wear makeup daily, which they will apply
to themselves either
while driving or making three lunches.

Each man will have to make an
Indian hut model with six toothpicks, a
tortilla and one marker; and get a 4
year old to eat a serving of peas.

Each man must adorn himself with
jewelry, wear uncomfortable yet stylish
shoes, keep their nails polished and
eyebrows groomed.

The men must try to get through each day without
snot, spit-up or barf
on their clothing.

During one of the six
weeks, the men will have to endure severe
abdominal cramps, back aches, and
have extreme, unexplained mood swings
but never once complain or slow down
from other duties. They must try to
explain what a tampon is for when the
6-yr old boy finds it in their
purse.

They must attend weekly school
meetings, church, and find time at least
once to spend the afternoon at the
park or a similar setting.

He will need to read a book and then pray with
the children each night
without falling asleep, and then feed them, dress
them, brush their
teeth and comb their hair each morning by 7:00. They must
leave the home
with no food on their face or clothes.

A test will be
given at the end of the six weeks, and each father will
be required to know
all of the following information: each child's
birthday, height, weight, shoe
size, clothes size and doctor's name.
Also the child's weight at birth,
length, time of birth, and length of
labor, each child's favorite color,
middle name, favorite snack,
favorite song, favorite drink, favorite toy,
biggest fear and what they
want to be when they grow up.

They must
clean up after their sick children at 2:00 a.m. and then spend
the remainder
of the day tending to that child and waiting on them hand
and foot until they
are better.

They must have a loving, age appropriate reply to, "You're
not the boss
of me."

The kids vote them off the island based on
performance.

The last man wins only if...he still has enough energy to be
intimate
with his spouse at a moment's notice.

If the last man does
win, he can play the game over and over and over
again for the next 18-25
years...eventually earning the right to be
called
Mother!

READ THIS__
LET IT REALLY SINK IN - THEN CHOOSE_ .

John is the kind of guy you love to hate. He is always in a good
mood and always has something positive to say. When someone would ask
him how he was doing, he would reply, "If I were any better, I would
be twins!"

He was a natural motivator.

If an employee was having a bad day, John was there telling the
employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.

Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up and
asked him, "I don't get it!

You can't be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?"

He replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, you have two
choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or ... you can
choose to be in a bad mood
I choose to be in a good mood."

Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or...I
can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it.

Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept
their complaining or... I can point out the positive side of life. I
choose the positive side of life.

"Yeah, right, it's not that easy," I protested.

"Yes, it is," he said. "Life is all about choices. When y ou cut away
all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react
to situations. You choose how people affect your mood.

You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It's
your choice how you live your life."

I reflected on what he said. Soon hereafter, I left the Tower
Industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often thought
about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.

Several years later, I heard that he was involved in a serious
accident, falling some 60 feet from a communications tower.

After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, he was
released from the hospital with rods placed in his back.

I saw him about six months after the accident.

When I asked him how he was, he replied, "If I were any better, I'd
be twins...Wanna see my scars?"

I declined to see his wounds, but I did ask him what had gone through
his mind as the accident took place.

"The first thing that went through my mind was the well-being of my
soon-to-be born daughter," he replied. "Then, as I lay on the ground,
I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or...I
could choose to die. I chose to live."

"Weren't you scared? Did you lose consciousness?" I asked

He continued, "..the paramedics were great.

They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me
into the ER and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and
nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read 'he's a dead man'.
I knew I needed to take action."

"What did you do?" I asked.

"Well, there was a big burly nurse shouting questions at me," said
John. "She asked if I was allergic to anything 'Yes, I replied.' The
doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I
took a deep breath and yelled, 'Gravity'."

Over their laughter, I told them, "I am choosing to live. Operate on
me as if I am alive, not dead."

He lived, thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his
amazing attitude... I learned from him that every day we have the
choice to live fully.

Attitude, after all, is everything.

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about
itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." Matthew 6:34.

After all today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.

You have two choices now:

01. Delete this

02. Forward it to the people you care about.

You know the choice I made.

Think we can all relate to this

http://www.mailonsunday.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/news.html?in_article_id=454396&in_page_id=1770&in_a_source=

I am not a lover of cats, but I am not this callous either!!!!

Well wasn't around on here yesterday. Hubby took me to Milton Keynes where we spent far too much money getting him, Simon and Richard kitted out for the Wedding. Nigel treated himself to a new suit, which will be the third one he has ever owned in his entire life! but I was determined he was not going to wear what has been termed as his wedding suit, or funeral suit to this wedding! He has also got a snazzy new waistcoat, colour champagne with a matching tie to go with it as well!

Simon has a pink waistcoat and tie with a Blue suit. He wasn't keen on having pink but I was determined someone was going to wear the same colour as me! He is the difficult one to buy for because trousers just do not fit him! Try getting a 26 inch waist trouser with a 32 inch inside leg measurement and you will see what I mean! Anyway with the help of the sales assistant, we eventually found a pair of trousers and matching jacket to fit so the colour waistcoat had to fit round that - silver was too dull, Gold they didn't have his size and anyway it didn't go, White was just too pale looking and lilac he objected more to than the pink one - so pink it was - you can barely see it so can't see what the problem wan. He really was after the burgundy one but as one of the bridesmaids was in burgundy that wasn't an option though i dread to think what will be said about Nig's gold one as the rest of the bridesmaids are in gold!

Richard just has a black with white stripes trousers and matching waistcoat. I still have to get a shirt and tie for him - he wants a pink shirt and I have to say it really suits him lol!

I have now got a bolero style jacket to go with my dress and some pink sandals as well. I know I also have the ivory ones, but when I tried them with an ivory pashmina it didn't look quite right. The pink jacket and sandals set it off nicely so sticking with it!

So a lot of money spent we could have done without but we are kitted out now so that is one thing of my list of things to do I can cross off!

Home and we sat down to snacks to watch the Eurovision! Dire voting as usual except this time it was all Eastern Europe voting Eastern Europe! The Serbian song I hated I had to admit. I loved the song by Finland, that was definately the 'rock' bit in me, and the Swedish Glam Rockers were just Ace! Latvia did an Il Divo act which I thought was quite good and the entry by Greece was quite catchy! Nig, the kids and I did our own marking and on each song giving them marks out of ten and I have to admit that Scooch did really well sandwiched between the Ukrain and Romania! They came first in our soring system we all are used to the song now, something that will get all the kids up at the disco in the summer anyway lol! Glad they didn't end up with null points though it was touch and go for a minute there until Malta started giving us 12 points bless them! I love the Eurovision though, especially the voting and listenign to the sarcastic comments by Terry Wogan. Who else would get away with some of the comments he makes and he hits the nail on the head everytimg with who each country will give the top points to. I have to say though yesterday he did seem to get a little tired of it all

So today is wet and windy, Aprils weather in May hmmmmm. Not got much planned, will have something to eat in a mo. Head off to the local shop to buy some meat and bread for sandwiches then have a lazy day in front of the telly or catching up with the blogs and emails I missed yesterday. Nigel is at the last game of the season so won't see him till late and the kids are just chilling out!

Hope everyone is having a good day