Im officially an “All About Me Do Feel Gooder”

That must make me an All About Me Do Feel Gooder lol

STUDY: Moms Over 40 Have More Facebook Friends Than Their Kids Do.

STUDY: Moms Over 40 Have More Facebook Friends Than Their Kids Do

Posted by Jorge Cino on January 31st, 2011 12:47 PM

A survey of more than 2,000 mothers over the age of 40 found that a majority have more Facebook friends than their children, and that they know how to better take advantage of their presence on the site.

The U.K.’s Daily Telegraph reported the study, without including key like which journal published the findings and exactly how many mothers over 40 have more Facebook friends than their children. But the overall claims make sense nonetheless. Women with children younger than college age might not only have their own friends, but also their coworkers, their children’s friends, and their children friends’ parents among their contacts. Kids, on the other hand, generally have a much more limited social circle until they go to college. They also tend to stick with their own age group. It would be interesting to know, however, which group has more friends they have never met in real life, or that they met online. And who uses it as a dating outlet the most?

Tammi Williams, who conducted the study, told the Telegraph that she created six categories to explain how mothers generally use Facebook. The two most popular groups might surprise you:

  • The Feel-Gooders: These are the kind of mothers who actively play games on the social network, and interact with their contacts in a purely social way. They genuinely enjoy the community spirit of Facebook and like to see what their friends are doing. “They get involved in games like Farmville and like sending virtual gifts to their neighbors,” the researcher explained.
  • The Do-Gooders: These women use Facebook as a tool to raise awareness on causes and safety issues, and not as a way to reveal or share personal information. An important follow-up survey on this group would be to know how often they share links on news items, and from what kind of sites, as well as what their political or religious backgrounds are. Certainly it seems that they are the ones who would support, for example, safety Amber Alerts becoming standard on Facebook.

Less popular than these two are ones that you’d expect to have the most friends on the site:

  • All about me: They use Facebook to show the best pics of themselves, or to boast about their latest achievements.
  • Business bodies: They are the most Internet savvy and use social media to network or promote their work.

As I read and thought about these categories, I wondered why the study didn’t take into account how mothers negotiated their Facebook presence depending on whether they were friends with their children and extended family. Also, was there a specific group that was more prone to befriend their children and monitor their activities online, or is this something that all  mothers do on social media?

What do you think about mothers over 40 having more friends on Facebook than their children?

What do you mean this was written about me?

A close  male friend I have known since I was a teenager, Not mentioning any name’s eh Tony…

Just sent me an email with this link in and said to me

“Listen to the Lyrics, I swear there are some guys out there who think this song was written about you”

I have no idea what he is talking about!! 🙄

Cheeky Sod…  Thank God I never dated him.. This man would be evil…

Oh hang on a min… Thats how come we are still good Friends…

I never Dated him 😆

Bruno Mars

Easy come, Easy go
That’s just how you live oh
Take, take, take it all
But you never give

Should’ve known
You was trouble
From the first kiss
Had your eyes wide open
Why were they open? (Oh)

Gave you all I had
And you tossed it in the trash,
You tossed it in the trash you did
To give me all your love
Is all I ever asked
‘Cause what you don’t understand is

I’d catch a grenade for you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Throw my hand on a blade for you (yeah, yeah, yeah )
I’d jump in front of a train for you (yeah, yeah, yeah )
You know I’d do anything for you (yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, oh,
I would go through all this pain,
Take a bullet straight through my brain,
Yes, I would die for you baby

But you won’t do the same

No, no, no, no

Black, black, black and blue
Beat me till I’m numb
Tell the devil I said “hey” when you get back to where you’re from
Mad woman, bad woman,
That’s just what you are, yeah,
You’ll smile in my face then
Rip the brakes out my car

Gave you all I had
And you tossed it in the trash
You tossed it in the trash, yes you did
To give me all your love
Is all I ever asked
Cause what you don’t understand is

I’d catch a grenade for you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Throw my head on a blade for you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’d jump in front of a train for you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You know I’d do anything for you (yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, oh
I would go through all this pain,
Take a bullet straight through my brain,
Yes, I would die for you baby
But you won’t do the same

If my body was on fire, ooh
You’d watch me burn down in flames
You said you loved me you’re a liar
Cause you never, ever, ever did baby…

But darling I’ll still catch a grenade for you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Throw my head on a blade for you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’d jump in front of a train for you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You know I’d do anything for you (yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, oh
I would go through all this pain,
Take a bullet straight through my brain,
Yes, I would die for you baby
But you won’t do the same.

No, you won’t do the same,

You wouldn’t do the same,
Ooh, you’ll never do the same,
No, no, no, no

How to spend a Saturday Night—- NOT!!

I had almost forgotten  how much fun a Saturday night can be!!

Last Night was a real humdinger!!
Alex  Shouted Downstairs about 9pm.  We were watching tv  we both fly upstairs to see what the matter is and He and goes: “I Feel Sick “ At which point he proceeds to Puke.. Thankfully I am behind Allan and miss most of the visual effect..
He does however put his hand in front of his mouth so it spatters out between his fingers as He sprays the wall with Puke, Including himself,  His bed, The bed cover’s his Stuffed Teddy he got for Christmas, The Carpet and everything else in sight..
Now the joys of this is the fact that the boys share a bunk bed… Alex thankfully at the bottom and Ali on top.
After Alex covers the entire bottom half of the bunk beds and all its contents with entire (or so I thought) contents of his stomach, He proceeds to scream as loud as he can…
Ok no-one likes throwing up but is there any need to let the people in outer Mongolia know that you have puked your guts up!!
I shout  to Allan to get  a black sack , a towel and a bowl filled with soapy water up….
He immediately knows the drill… This is not a one-off occasion for Alex.. he suffers from Migraines and one of the side effects is they make him sick especially at night..
We actually have a system for this now.
I throw the towel at Alex who mops himself I tell him to go downstairs and start cleaning himself up while trying to whisper soothing noises to Ali to get him back to sleep.
I strip the bed and shove everything in the black sack  teddies included, I proceed to start washing wall,s mattresses carpets, the lot.. then spray around room with Air freshener and Fabreeze
Let me kiss the person who invented that stuff, It’s great for getting the smell of Puke out from things like curtains.. and lampshades… don’t ask… I mean really don’t ask!!
I cannot abide puke in any shape of form I’m not as bad with baby milk puke but anything with lumps in sends me heaving. – I can swim in poo if  I have   to, but show me a speck of puke and I start to blubber like the village idiot and usually Throw up in the exact same spot.
This is the reason for the Black sack… Bedclothes.. which usually have all the lumpy bits are rolled in a ball and thrown in the black sack.. out of my sight ASAP…
Allan has removed the offending sack and taken it downstairs.. Showered Alex and got some clean pj’s while I remake the bed and get the extra duvet and pillows, out of the spare room
Ali has gone back to sleep, the room is de-puked and  Child is all dressed anew, smelling mildly fresher.
When aiming Alex towards his bed this time – I decide to put a puke bowl on the bed next to him – well it is actually a salad bowl, but today it gets to be the puke bowl, should he need to throw up again.
I pack him off to bed, with a kiss on his forehead

I come downstairs and find the bed covers and everything emptied into the bath.. Allan assures me he is going to rinse off all the lumpy bit so I can get it all in the washing machine..
I shake off the splattered beloved teddy and get the damp smelly pillows.. (the pillow case caught the lumps) and get the first load of washing on..
Allan sits on sofa and promptly dozes off…
I play on pc while washing machine does the duty..
I hear another shout from upstairs after about two hours..
We have  a repeat performance well not as bad at least this time the bowl catches everything but we still have the upset child, the wake Ali up so I have to sooth them both
empty said bowl and take it back to him, and they  go back to sleep…
How can a kid contain so much puke??

Later on I go to bed, Now not sleeping for a couple of nights is taking its toll on me and Im actually feeling quite tired and feel that I can for once doze off..
Just before slumber appears, Alex  Shouts again,, we have  scene three (re-enacted, the same as scene two rather than any new features) … and pretty much goes through the same script, scene for scene. with a slight dribble this time down his PJ top so that is replaced by a T Shirt.

Allen is sleeping soundly.. never having rinsed lumps off… I go downstairs  shake bits off the next load into the bath as quick as I can without heaving and shove it in the machine before I go back to bed.
I am now a bit less amused than I was the second time of awakening, and am tiring of the role I have been cast in.
Alex decides that scene four needs a go – this time before I had got myself into bed.
He manages to puke in the bowl but still dribbles loads down himself so I need to wash and change him again..
I must confess to losing out of the “Mum of the Year” Award at about this point.  I knew I was totally out of the competition when I heard myself screaming “for fuck sake, could you just puke INSIDE the bowl this time!!”

once again I was emptying the puke bowl – and redressing and … well you know how it goes as I have already covered this section earlier.

But I learnt from experience, so I take Alex up two more bowls a puke towel and spare clothes and baby wipes and put them on the desk at the end of the room at the ready, And leave his bedroom door and mine wide open so I can hear him.
It is amazing the reflexes you possess – like crazy cat reflexes when a child  bed starts making that whoooggghhhh-whoooggghhhh sound. I got in there like greased lightning and managed to shove the bowl under his face and catch every drop of puke… I’m actually feeling rather impressed with myself now… I’m not heaving… ok I admit we are dealing with fluid now and no lumps but nethertheless

Once he puked and we got that out-of-the-way, I figured there was two ways to go about this for the rest of the night..

I could either be up every 6 – 8 minutes with him retching  and me holding the bowl or …. I could put the child on the sofa downstairs, with the puke towel and bowl and prop him up against me and sort of semi-sleep.
I went with that option as that way I could at least hope to get snippets of sleep.
I’ve developed the uncanny foresight of a seasoned mum and when he woke up for the last time, I grabbed the bowl and caught it all. No harm, no foul.

I have no problem comforting a sick child at night, but the issue is the next day, the other well child and my dad and Allan do not acknowledge that you have had about 30 minutes sleep and let you take it easy … unfortunately not.. I’m still expected to get all the washing done and of course cook sunday dinner and run around after them all making tea..
Alex on the other hand is fine… you wouldn’t think anything had been wrong with him during the night apart from the fact the was downstairs on the sofa so could watch his Alvin and the chipmunks DVD first thing.
Allan I may forgive for sleeping though the majority of the fun ….
If he gets my shed up today!!
So that is how I spend a Saturday night.
Gone are the days of clubbing.
I can’t say that we are partying like it’s 1999 or anything over here.

30 Days of Me in a lifetime! Day 15

Day 15- Put your iPod/mp3 player on shuffle: First 10 songs that play

OK, confession time. I don’t have an iPod and I only have an old Mp3 Player because its one of Allan’s old ones and he gave it to me for when I take the boys out and I can listen to the music while they play.. I used it once..

My phone is capable of playing mp3s, And I still dont listen to music on it although I have a couple of cool Ringtones,
when I hear music I really like or want to hear, I download it and then burn it to CD  to listen to in the car,
but for the most part In answer to the question I don’t use a personal music device for one reason: I hate headphones.

I find  earphones are uncomfortable, I would look a complete twat if I used the huge big headphone’s that we all used to use years ago, and I hate the tinkling of the personal music devices when you can hear other people playing them. so my only option is to use in-ear buds. Years of live concerts, however, have damaged my ears (Im partially deaf in my right ear)  so for the most part I prefer to keep what hearing I still have and listen to music through speakers, not directly into my ear and as such,  And there is the reason I don’t have an iPod.It’s weird, I know.

Anyway, for this blog

I’ll just put The tunes I like and generally end up on CD’s I make for the car…

You know there are always one or two songs that end up on every disc.
Or the music I have on the media player when I’m on my PC.

Man I hope this isn’t embarrassing. I have a very strange and varied music taste. 🙄
Boston-More Than A Feeling
Survivor Eye – of the tiger
Savage Garden – I Want You
The Black Eyed Peas – Meet Me Halfway
Savage garden – I knew I loved you
Journey – Don’t Stop Believing
Celine Dion -I love you
JLS – Beat Again
The Black Eyed Peas – Where Is The Love?
Aerosmith – Dream On
Foreigner – I Want to Know What Love Is –

30 Days of Me in a lifetime! Day 13

Day 13  A letter to someone who has hurt you recently (not mentioning any names)

Well, I must be lucky.

I can’t think of anyone who has hurt me  RECENTLY

(By recently does that mean in the last few days, week, or Month do you think????)

I think this entry is going to be a fail for me.

If we can go back about 2 or 3  months maybe………… just maybe………..

Dear ********
You probably have no idea that you did hurt me .. And I’m in no position to complain…

Ok If Im honest You’re Probably not even reading this anyway 🙄 As far as I know you don’t even know about my blog…

For that Im actually quite relieved at times..

Right where was I???

Oh Yes I remember, compared to the amount of hurt I inflicted on you years ago, the hurt you have inflicted on me, Well It’s nothing…

But for you to not even say Happy Birthday to me last November for some silly reason  that really really Hurt..

Especially after the message the year before…..

But It did good in a way as It has brought me back down to earth with a bang and made me appreciate my life now.

I made a fool out of myself………..  (nothing new there)

But I have picked myself up and Life is going on… and its starting to get good!!