I think I have been on Facebook for just over a year now.

When I first joined, I looked for a few friends.

Jodi and Alison. We went to primary school together. We went to different High Schools but kept in touch. The last time I saw either of them was 17 years ago at Alison's wedding.

I searched for both of them, no luck.

A few months ago Jodi found me. Yay. Unfortunately she gave me the sad news that Ali had died 9 years ago. I was upset but also oddly calm just knowing about it. Hard to explain.

Another friend I tried to find is Shyanne. We were friends since I was twelve, lost touch almost nine years ago. I broke my heart that she didn't know about Emma. She had seen the boys when they were babies and wanted me to have a girl so badly.

A couple of months ago I got a friend request from some guy and ignored it. A few minutes later he sent another request with a message telling me he is Shyanne's partner and they share a facebook account. I replied with my phone number and the order for her to ring me straight away. We spoke for hours on the phone that night. She cried when I told her about Emma. I cried when she told me we now live in different states.

Donna and I hadn't seen each other for 6 years, she doesn't have a facebook account, but found me in the phone book. Still good.

A lot of girls that went to school with my sister, but remembered me anyway, also added me. They are a funny bunch and we get on MSN to chat often. We have phone conversations and I've even gone out for lunch with one of them.

We all 'sat' with Tess while waiting for the results of her pregnancy test. It was positive and we were happy.

I have found lots of people I went to school with too.

A few of my LJ friends are on FB as well.

While thinking of posting this last week, I thought of another friend to search for. Loretta and I worked together 23 years ago. The last time I saw her was in 1989. There were heaps of people with her name, I sent a message to the first one and got an instant reply. It was her. Woot.

I may not get together with these people as often as I would like. Some live a great distance away, but know in they are only a click away is very reassuring.

If you would like to be my friend on FB look me up and send a message telling me who you are.
Wendy Brereton, using the photo in my icon.

Have a wonderful holiday season.
xxx

Men are arseholes and there are no such things as third chances. Nuff said.

Our little night time ritual.

Me. Goodnight Emma.

Emma. Ni ni Mamma

Me. I Love you Emma.

Emma. aah yoo Mamma.

Me. Aaawww

Emma. Sushup Mamma.

All I am going to say is; Second chances and first kisses are wonderful.

I am so sick of the same shit happening over and over again.

I meet a nice guy, things seem to be going well, and then something fucks up.

I decided that this year I would put myself out there. Try to meet someone. I was sick of being on my own. It was my New Years Resolution.

So I put myself out there and got shat on. Four bloody times!!!

Seriously. It's only April for fucks sake.

I am sick of people telling me there is someone out there, there's someone for every one.
Bullshit.

There is not someone just around the corner. (If there is, I'm walking in the wrong direction)

Mr. Right's first name is 'Someone else's Mr.'

I give up.

I am not going to put myself through this again.

I am fed up with guys telling me I am wonderful and all the other crap they come up with only to find out they are saying it to other girls as well. Or they are engaged!! Or that they meet someone else before we even have a chance to go out on a date.

Once the kids move out, I'm getting cats.

FEMALE cats.

Fuck men.

Thanks for putting up with me.

W.

No matter how many times I watch, it's still funny.

I just spent half an hour typing about how crappy I have been feeling lately.

Feeling bad for depressing you all, I tried posting a link to a site that has cheered me up.

I lost everything I had typed.

Maybe I should post to this place.

http://www.fmylife.com/

Enjoy and be happy you aren't any of these people.

Love and kisses.

W

P.S. I am going to try posting at least once a week. I have been slack.

As I type this, 108 people are dead, 750 homes have been destroyed and whole towns have been wiped out by the worst bushfires Australia has ever seen.

More deaths are expected.

There are 31 active fires across the state of Victoria. My state. It may take a week to contain most of these fires.

The worst hit is the Kinglake area. My brother lives in that area.

On Saturday he, his girlfriend and their dogs, went to my Mum's for lunch. On their way home they were stopped by road blocks and told to turn around. I haven't heard any news yet, but i'm pretty sure their house is gone.

Arson is suspected to be the cause of a lot of the fires.

I can't read anymore reports or interviews as it just breaks my heart.

My heart goes out to all those families that have lost homes and loved ones.

Ash Wednesday fires, 1983, 75 dead.

Black Friday fires, 1939, 71 dead.

Black Saturday fires, 2009, 108 dead and climbing.