Well we're a 2 child family again, that is until 25th July... My 12 year old boy went to America last night. His gone with his Uncle. They had stand by tickets, that was so scary... I didn't know how that worked but I'm gathering I'll never buy standby tickets for myself or my family now. Bil got them through his cousin, she works for Virgin. So staff tickets they were. They were the the 2nd and 3rd ticket bought so that was helpful. We arrived early so as not to worry Bil. Went to check in and were told to come back at 7.45pm. We arrived at the airport at 4.45pm... Anyway we go back to check in. Told to wait more.. They were waiting on 30 people from connecting flights. The flight was to leave at 8.45pm. So 15 mins before the plane was due to leave, J was exhausted and scared and worrying he and Bil were called up and given seats. Not the Business class standby the signed on for but economy seats and they were off to get tickets and head for the plane. I didn't even get to hug him good bye. Two quick kisses and off he went.

Bil SMS me they arrived in Los Angeles, but not without a hiccup... 2 hours before the flight landed J hurled all over himself. I feel so sorry for him, his got a connecting flight to Las Vegas and his in a hurled on top, he was lucky enough to have some shorts in his carry on. Bil says he slept like 10 mins the whole time. So he was up at 8am and at 1.30pm our time had only had 10 mins sleep. All too much for the 12 year old I think, no sleep, standby tickets, long flight, probably too much soft drink too. I hope his not got a bug, but his probably in Las Vegas now and hopefully sleeping.

I wonder how often I'll hear from him and if I'll get to speak to him much. I do hope he has a great time. I do worry how he'll go getting home, hopefully no hurling.

So the 2 child family is off to the flicks hopefully tonight. That is if Hubby gets home in time. Showing is 5.50pm and that could be cutting is fine for time. If we don't get there tonight it'll be Saturday am... I so need to see Toy Story 3. I so want to see it. I'm more excited than the girls. I've even made dinner so that they can eat before we go. Can't wait. Please NO TRAFFIC... Please.

My boy 12 is jetting off to the States on Wednesday... I'm in the crap books because I won't email his footy club and tell them he can play this weekend as he doesn't fly out until Wednesday. His in tears.

1. I didn't pay for his ticket his Uncle did, they didn't get travel insurance yet... Best I do that now.
2. I'd hate for him to get injured two days before his trip.
3. Just another time I've reduced him to tears.... Maybe he shouldn't be going.... So emotional and all. God help his Uncle.

My house resembles a bomb site again.. The washing machine needs attendance so I can't do any washing and well that just makes me even lazier.... I need to get off this computer and do some housework. It won't do it by itself. Shame really.

I do want to just curl up on the couch and continue reading 'Spirit Bound', if that's what it's called. Richelle Mead book. But I can't do that I guess until I do some of the housework.

First I will enjoy this cuppa. It's a long weekend here in Melbourne. Queens Birthday Weekend. On Monday it is my first baby's birthday his turning 12. Boy oh Boy time flies. His going on holiday to America at the end of the month with his Uncle so I've not bought him too many gifts cause I'm going to need to give him money aren't I. A friend likes to make cakes so his going to be making him a FROG cake. It looks way hard, so hopefully it turns out. Life was so different 12 years ago, I hardly remember it. Happy Birthday J.

Today I woke up to find my pussy cat dead. She'd been my friend for 17 years. I got her just after I was married, she used to sleep beside me, she used to sit with me whenever I was ill. She did all sorts of naughty things, ate the power cord to my answering machine, scratch apart the packing tape holding the slats to my bed, she bite someone who patted her while looking at our house while we were trying to sell it. The 'Grizzley Bear' had lots of character. I will miss her so much.

Goodbye my Grizz.

Life is a bag full of shit some days... My husband is a smoker.. Has been since he was 14. I wish he'd give it up, his tried and tried but he LIKES it. Okay I say but now that smokes have gone up by 25 percent. So now they cost at least $17 a packet... That means if he buys a packet a day his spending almost as much as I do on groceries for the whole family. I feel selfish in telling him how much this will affect our family on a whole, don't want him to think I'm saying so that I benefit from it. I work 3 part time jobs and all I seem to be doing is making up the difference from him being a smoker and not getting anywhere with bills. I'm making it sound like it's all about me. In a way it is. Almost all of the bills for the house and the family are in my name. I had being the one getting calls for payment. I hate the constant feeling of dread that I feel. So yes it is about me. I don't know if I can take much more of it. Life is great apart from the money issue. We only ever disagree over money. I wish I felt better after typing it all down but I don't. I need to work out how to stop him smoking and for our lives to be better.