vapour trail to motion slow
strained synapses fire sporadically
consumed strength from inner structure
muscular wasteland waits on the tick
process impeded on sun’s descent
digits fail to depress
closer to calm’s entrance
prompting summation of time
craggy surface seeks reprieve
lashes meet and mesh
screaming silence into lobes
utter not mindless words
invasive
persuasive
enticing
demanding
the beckoning arms of stillness.
‘What’s gotten into you today?’
‘Why are you behaving that way?’
‘That’s just plain silly, that is.’
These phrases have passed my lips many times. Normally I’m talking to a kid-my own or one of the many intelligent students that I have met when teaching.
Today, though, these words were aimed at myself.
Have you had a day where there’s just a touch of silly about you? Conformity just not cutting the mustard?
Today was my day.
I taught a class of Year 3’s today at a school that has over 1000 students. After finishing my paid duties for the day I walked with one of the students out of the classroom. Her mum and I have been friends for many years. She’s also a teacher and we hadn’t seen each other for a couple of months.
Her daughter told me that her mum picked her up from the kiss and drop. For those who are unfamiliar with this term- stop car, kiss child, they get out and you drive off. In the afternoons-join cue of cars, drive like a nonagenarian, reach front of cue, child jumps in and then you drive off. No stopping for more than a few seconds. You can’t get out unless you want to be berated by seething parents desperate to un/load their cargo. This procession is overseen by a teacher who directs the flow. Some are very serious about their role and are tyrants. Others are a little more lax and more likened to a traffic cop whose stuck on duty past shift change.
Being as I am a responsible adult I herded my friend’s daughter across the cul-de-sac between cars when they had stopped for the next child to begin their journey homeward bound. Her mum’s car was about 12th in the cue to leave so I had the chance to fit in a 2 minute conversation with her as she rolled around to the pick-up point.
We disposed of pleasantries quickly and did a quick catch up while I was on foot next to her car. Promising to see each other soon, she departed the mayhem.
As I walked past the teacher on duty I was given a stern look and I believe she said something about safety.
‘My apologies,’ I replied without missing a beat.
As I walked with a bit of a swagger to my car, I could not help but smirk. My brain was registering the ‘rebel’ label and it felt good.
I drove past that teacher as I left the teacher’s car park and turned my head so she couldn’t see and poked my tongue out.
Apparently the dutiful, responsible and role-model aspects of my personality had clocked off when the bell went at the end of the day today.
Rebel without a cause, you betcha! I fit that bill today.
The rule maker was the rule breaker today.
I’d love it if you don’t tell my kids though.
Image from: here.
Got a bucket list this year?
Making goals and achieving them can be extremely rewarding and fulfilling. Whether it’s called a bucket list or not doesn’t really matter. We all have dreams and desires which we strive to reach. From the smallest moments to the once-in-a-lifetime experiences, most people try to live a life that’s full to overflowing.
For me there is only one thing on my list this year.
So instead of wracking my brain trying to come up with experiences that would fill my life with moments to treasure, I asked my boys about things they’d love to do.
Their top 10 list consists of:
The kids needed some prompting with ideas but these are largely their own suggestions. They are yet to expand their view of the world and understand what it has to offer. We’re looking forward to enjoying these activities together as a family. My reward will come from sharing these experiences with them.
We never labelled this list, hence avoiding the need to explain what a bucket list is all about.
We will endeavour to complete all of these before the end of this year.
Love is in the bag bucket.
Love is a habit.
‘We first make our habits and then our habits make us.’
This saying has been one that has retained its place in my memory for many years.
I can’t tell you why. Possibly because I’m in the habit of remembering quotes and phrases that may possibly come in handy sometime.
Habits can be food for the soul. Bad habits can eat away at the very essence of one’s core.
Daily life is driven by habits.
Some of mine keep me on the straight and narrow.
List making is a skill I acquired probably in my Uni days to keep up with assignment due dates, lecture times and extra curricular activities. This habit rolled over into my teaching career where a ‘to do’ list was essential. I still make lists; can’t function without them. There is something completely satisfying about checking items off a list. Before bed, I empty my head of the next day’s duties. Each morning I face the ‘pigs might fly’ scenario. I’ll be darned if those squealing pink trotters will grow wings while I’m on a mission. Every item will be checked off before I’ll allow my head to hit the pillow. Only exhaustion will stop me every once in awhile.
There’s one thing that is never on my itemised and ordered agenda.
Love.
The day I need to include a reminder to love is the day I’ll stop making checklists then those pigs better fly on stealth mode.
Old habits are hard to break.
Are new ones easier to make?
Watching the kids I see habits forming. They watch me too.
The blanket that needs to be smoothed and perfectly placed. Toast cut into four triangles. Patterns and routines. Rinse and repeat.
After all we are creatures of habit hoping to create a sense of order and control in an otherwise chaotic existence.
A new habit for me is writing.
I love it. It’s cathartic, rewarding, addictive.
The only part of the habit that is cause for concern is the capacity of my brain. Words become prompts for my tireless brain. Titles vie for attention in my hemispheres. Stories jump around in my grey matter begging to be let out. Some flit in and out in a moment-vanishing like fog, leaving me grasping at tendrils, willing the idea to be front-and-centre once more.
There will never be enough time to share the millions of ideas that float in and around me. The ones I carry, those that I forget and others that are left in the wasteland hoping to someday see the light of day.
To fulfil my habit is not only the desire to write but to read. To immerse myself in all the stories from all parts of the globe. To share, start conversations and relish in the great ones.
Perhaps a new habit is required.
I’ll need some time to create it.
Sometime soon would be perfect.
The new habit I’ll love.
Show and share the love.
On Momdaze it’s difficult to think creatively, write about current issues or delve deep into my psyche and bring forth something worthy of discussion. With this in mind, I bring you humour at the beginning of the week.
The day will come when I, as a parent, am told something I was totally unprepared to hear by my child’s teacher.
Until that day comes, I feel it is only right, if not my duty, to share one of those moments that I had as a teacher which had me giggling and then cringing.
This story is almost folklore in the school that it happened at over ten years ago. Innocence met a bunch of hidden truths and learned a valuable lesson.
Show and tell (a.k.a news time, show and share, sharing time, news, etc.) takes place at schools across the globe every day of the school calendar. Kids bring in something they’d like to talk about in front of their peers. Sometimes they just share news of current events from their own lives. It fosters confidence in oral language skills and speaking in front of an audience.
The kids were gathered on the carpet and two had already had their turn this particular morning. Adam brought a paper bag to the chair at the front and was ready to start.
After greeting everyone he pulled $500 in notes from inside the bag.
‘This is my Dad’s money. He had it hidden under his side of the bed at home. I saw him put it in there and he told me he won it on the horses. He asked me not to tell Mum because she thinks he just loses all the time.’
While the children oohed and aahed at the large amount of money being waved in front of them, my eyebrows were trying to come back down from hiding in my hairline.
Adam finished his turn and I promised to look after it until home time.
I don’t know if there has ever been another time in my life where I have been responsible for $500 that doesn’t belong to me. I knew being mugged was unlikely but wasn’t sure what to do with the money to keep it safe.
It was decided to keep it at the office until the end of the day and then give it directly to the parent.
Mum came to pick up Adam that day and the moment he saw her he burst into tears.
I told him not to worry and that I would explain everything to his mum.
He said, ‘I’m not worried about getting into trouble with Mum. I’m only upset because Mum is going to be so cross with Dad. I bet she’ll probably take his money away and ground him from the horses for a long time.’
Show and tell taught me a lesson that day. I’m pretty sure Adam’s dad learned something too.
To find a new hiding place, possibly?
Image from: here.
The crowd are chanting and stomping their feet in a demanding way. There’s no time to catch your breath. Get out there and pelt out a couple more tunes. You will go down in history as legends. Of that, I am sure.
This is the final set and Charles is first to take to the stage. He is a true legend in every sense of the word and can rock this joint all on his own. I’ll let him take the mic now; that is if all the Windemere characters will let him get a word in.
The rules are as follows;
1.The Nominee of the Wonderful Team member Readership Award shall display the logo on his/her blog.
2.The Nominee shall nominate 14 readers they appreciate over a period of 7 days, all at once or little by little.
3.The Nominee shall name his/her Wonderful Team Member Readership Award nominees on a post or on posts during 7 days.
Over a period of 7 days (1 week), the Nominee shall nominate a number of readers that he or she appreciates – this can be done at any rate during the week. It can be all on one day or a few on one day and a few on another day, as most convenient to the Nominee.
The Nominee shall name his or her Wonderful Team Member Readership Award nominees on a post or on posts during the 7 day (1 week) period.
(I’ll do my nominations at the end of this post).
I am sure the spotlight will love Kimberly as much as she used to love being in it. She’s all pumped waiting in the wings so without further adieu I’ll let her strut her stuff. She might perform a tanka or a haiku tonight. She makes music with her words and paints pictures with her poems.
Patty is ready to make magic with her poetrics and the image and light show to go with it will astound you.
Thanks so much for this award. I need some sunshine right now as we head into Winter. As I’ve already received this award please check out Words for JP if you need the award rules.
It will be a bittersweet ending as the night comes to a close. There’s two more fabulously awesome people doing a duet for the last tune of the night. Time to raise those lighters high into the air as John and Kira close out this cast of brilliant artists.
The words will flow and the clarity of the message in this song will speak for itself. All you need to do is listen to the words from within.
The Rules:
The 5 Super Sweet Questions:
And the nominees are:
Phew! That was phenomenal.
Ok guys. I think that’s the end. It was absolutely mind-blowing. I think I’m all rocked out. Please don’t invite me to another concert for a while. I’m afraid I’m getting too old for this.
Kelly ♥
Love of different types.
What is it about some kids that makes them more able to outwardly express their love while others are just not the cuddly type? Is there any genetic factors at play? When the environment is the same for both how can it play out so differently for each?
If they were referred to as type A and type B; I have one of each.
Type A: fiercely independent yet anxious when facing new situations, high-strung, intelligent, realistic and happy just to ‘be’ with the ones he loves.
Type B: caring, kind and generous soul, ‘shadows’ trusted adults, smart, physically displays affection often and easy going.
While the youngest has grown up in a love-rich environment, the same as which his older brother was brought home to, Just 3 has taught his older brother a thing or two. Being a naturally loving soul has increased that loving feeling exponentially in our home.
I know my child feels love. Is it possible to teach someone how to express love?
I believe that my youngest has done just that.
A desire to be equal may be the motivation for Now 6’s acts of affection. He has learned to show the closeness of the bond of love.
When I speak of love and affection with others it leaves me pondering.
For some families, love is expressed daily. On the phone, ‘love you’ ends every call. Text messages contain love or, at the very least, a heart. Love is sent across the miles in greeting cards. While for others, love is reserved and sometimes not returned. It’s felt but not spoken. A hug might convey it but is that the same?
According to Mum who is the Google of my family history, I was never a touchy-feely child. It wasn’t imposed upon me or expected. I was told I was loved but showed little desire to express the same emotions in return. It has taken me having my own children to realise how important it is for the life of my kids. Now 6 may just be a carbon copy of me but his brother, Dad and I will provide all the chances to show love that he needs.
For a life without love is no life at all.
Image from: here.
The tunes stopped. There was a longer than pregnant pause. The lead singer fainted and couldn’t go back on stage.
I wonder if the audience will get a refund?
Hang on. Wait a sec. They’re coming back on now. It seems the show will go on.
These old fogies aren’t what they used to be. Let’s face it-who is? Let’s see what they’ve got left in them.
Hey wait! There’s someone Epically Awesome up on stage with the wrinkly rockers. Oh wow, it’s Cranky! I know her. She is 
the epitome of awesome. She’ll give those guys a run for their money.
If you have no idea who I am referring to you have to go to the backstage party at Grandma Says. I wouldn’t care about meeting anyone else there but her. I am in awe of this lady. She has me in stitches, tears and leaves me to think; normally all within a single post. See if you can sneak in and get her autograph. Be warned though, whatever you do, don’t drop the F*&% bomb. She’ll probably drop-kick you out the door without any help from security.
I can’t believe it! She’s just thrown an award out into the crowd and I caught it.
The rules for this award are as follows:
1. Tell 10 Epic/Awesome tales about yourself.
2. Nominate 10 Epic/Awesome bloggers and let them know how Awesome they are.
I find it hard to toot my own horn and I don’t know if any of these rate as Epically Awesome; more so Epically Awesomely Average but we’ll give it a go:
My nominees are Epically Awesome as they have chosen to follow this little Love Trail.
I’d also like to thank Bubbly Mel for this lovely award that makes me feel a little princessy. I’m not frilly and pink by any stretch of the imagination but I love it all the same.
I reckon Mel is a Yummy Mummy already and should drop the’ trying to’ part. She’s gorgeous just the way she is. She’s had me squealing like a little school girl since we arrived for the show. I was already excited but she inspired me to be super excited.
Tomorrow sees the encore for this fine rock star-studded performance. I think they’ll retire after that. I don’t think they’ve got another world tour in ’em.
Kelly ♥
Monkey love see; monkey love do.
Sometimes it’s naked and running free. At other times it’s shadowing me.
Wipe, powdered and soft as a baby’s; the fat rolls and wrinkles perfect in every way.
Naked from the waist down; jiggling as he runs with jocks upon his head and socks worn as mittens.
Bending over to look for a lizard that just made a dash; plumber’s crack facing up to the sky.
Making music in the bath; bum trumpet tune makes him cackle.
Built-in padding for accidents; falling flat on his arse stops him briefly.
Watch it wiggle and jiggle; dancing to the beat.
Nudie run to the shower; if I catch it, I’ll tickle it.
I’ve powdered, kissed, washed, tickled, dressed, wiped and watched that bum.
I’ve fussed over, worried, laughed and shaken my head at those little cheeks.
It may be responsible for a number of functions, some of which are the anti of cute.
But I made that bum.
No butts about it – love my little monkey.
Love’s AWOL in the A.M.
Alarm sounds
and they’re off!
Rub sleepy eyes and pull quilt back up
Turn on light; it’s still dark out
Stretch arms and feet hit the floor
Drag heels all the way.
Clothes flying across the room
Shoes-where are they?
Toast inhaled and milk gulped
Plates to sink and wiped faces.
Comb hair in a heartbeat
Brush you teeth as fast as you can
Spit, wipe and run
Grab your stuff, let’s go!
Bags piled onto backs
Door locked and all secure
Legs flying at double speed
Car loaded and ready to roll.
Dash here
rush there
hurry, hurry everywhere.
And breathe….there’s no time for love on a workday morning.
We’re at about halfway through this gig and these muso’s who’ve been jamming together for over 20 years are starting to show their age. Like them though, I’m in this for the long haul. My feet are sore, my throat’s hoarse form belting out the tunes and I don’t think the ringing in my ears will cease for at least two weeks.
I was nominated by Joey at Joeyfully Stated for the Liebster award. She says stuff I only think about in the deep, inner recesses of my brain. I love the fact that she puts it all out there and doesn’t hold back. She is really glad to be alive no matter what the Home Depot lady thinks: I am sure of that. No one could be that funny and not want to be living it up at Home Depot.
Thanks, Joey. I can only imagine what going to a live gig would be like with you by my side.
Sometimes you come across someone who just gets you. Lynette from Momisms-My Moments in Motherhood is one of those people for me. I think she’s read every post I’ve written and she comments regularly. She’s one reliable lady. It’s a wonder she doesn’t leave my blog sometimes scratching her head. She assures me she doesn’t even though sometimes I do. If we had time to chat I’m sure we’d have more in common than being surrounded by sons.
Thanks, Lynette. Your support means so much.
These guys really know how to rock even if they can’t flick their hair around like they used to. There’s that and also the fact they don’t have as much to flick anymore. They hype is building now to the final awesome tracks they’re renowned for. They’ve saved the best till last. It’s gonna be a legendary finish on Friday but bittersweet all the same.
Kelly ♥
There’s a constant hum in the air as the crowd awaits the return of the band on stage. Fans are still buzzing from the last set (or from something else?)
The crowd is cheering. They must be coming back on. I’m having trouble seeing-the joys of being a short arse. Can someone hoist me up on their shoulders?
Amber should have renamed this award after she received it. Amber’s Brilliant Content or Amber’s Butt Crack would have fitted perfectly. She believes I’m the queen of one-liners. I think I talk too much to be restricted to one line. She is the queen of funny and I know she won’t mind me killing this award in order to make it easier.
I’m supposed to list words starting with every letter of the alphabet that describe me or some such other business which is supposed to entertain you.
I’d prefer you go and see Amber’s underwear and let her entertain you. So I’m covering my butt with one word “ABUZZ’. It starts with A and ends in Z. There were no rules posted on Amber’s post anyway so technically it’s not cheating. She’s not one to follow rules. Bleedin’ Texans!
I will nominate though.
3 of my new followers who I’m yet to go visit:
A – Aimi
B – BGBowers
C – Contrary Mom
If the written word, rather than singing, is more your cup of tea then Melissa has the buzz on writing. She’s a writer and aspiring author like me. Melissa wants to step out of her accountant’s clothing and I, my teacher’s threads. If she’s anything like I imagine I’ll be when I’m a full-time writer she’ll spend her day in trackies with a pencil behind her ear.
Thank you Melissa for thinking that I inspire you on what really matters. You inspire me in return to go grab my manuscript and get to it.
The next set will be where some legends are on stage.
Kelly ♥
One fish. Two fish. Love fish.
After a near disaster and a family meeting discussing the various aspects of a fish tank built for one becoming the home to two finned creatures it was decided. A trip to the pet store was in order.
Before leaving, I was completing some jobs around the place and realised that Just 3 was very quiet. This was cause for concern as it never ends in a positive outcome. To find him folding the washing or making dinner would be a treat. Even drawing quietly would be a godsend. Unfortunately this is never the case and I knew mischief was afoot.
Now 6 politely informed me that Just 3 had told him he wasn’t allowed to go into his own room. Yes, well. That means that this is the site of the indiscretion.
We entered to find Goldy (when we were able to locate her) attempting to breathe her way through the water which didn’t really resemble water anymore. Thankfully she was still in the tank but it was filled with debris which made it difficult to see anything. Just 3 had decided to feed the fish. The. Entire. Container.
The rescue mission was launched while much flipping and flapping ensued. Goldy wasn’t too keen on the process either. Eventually she was returned to fresh water in the hopes that she would survive such an ordeal.
We were eventually able to leave for the pet shop. Now 6 was after a mate for his new friend. As we travelled, my concern lay in the fact that we might be purchasing a replacement rather than an addition. I did keep these thoughts well and truly to myself though.
We went straight to the aquariums at the back of the store to have a gander before enlisting the help of an unsuspecting salesperson. We looked at all the different kinds of fish and talked about which ones we could get and afford. Do you know how much some fish cost? I wasn’t keen on flushing $25 down the toilet.
We talked to a saleslady and I managed to contain my smirk as we discussed the need for Goldy to have a friend so she wasn’t lonely. My thoughts kept wandering to the fact that Goldy would meet her mate for the first time every 3 seconds as she made another pass. I also restrained myself from asking the lovely lady how many times she’d heard the name Goldy in her 20 odd years of owning their store.
Eventually the selection was made and we walked to the counter with the newest addition to our family in hand. The lady asked Now 6 what he was going to call his fish and I swear there was an upwards curl to the corners of her mouth. My mind kept going back to whether Goldy would even be alive when we returned.
She was and still is and so it is with much pomp and ceremony that I introduce to you Goldy’s mate: BLACKY.
It was an odds on favourite from the beginning.
Love is in the water!
P.S. Yes, Ionia we can now add ‘mind reader’ to my list of skills and abilities. I obviously know my son or just kids in general. Mind reader might be a bit of a stretch come to think of it.
Please explain love to me.
Life makes me smile and laugh often. Until recently I had just forgotten to listen. Eavesdropping on life’s little moments warms the cockles of the heart.
In the school grounds I heard a child crying. It didn’t sound like the type of cry that’s normally attached to a tantrum. Just crying. Incessantly.
As my boys and I saw the little girl come into sight, we watched as she walked holding her mum’s hand; still crying incessantly. She wouldn’t have been much over 2. Next to her was her older brother who would be about 10. Another boy of about the same age was also walking with them. As we passed there was a brief exchange between the two boys.
‘Why is your little sister crying?’
‘I dunno.’ Pause ‘Little kids just do that. There’s no other reason. They just do.’
‘Oh.’
Hearing these two young boys discuss the logic or reasoning for the onset of tears made me laugh inwardly on many levels. I wondered if the friend had any younger siblings or whether he, himself, was the youngest. It amused me that ‘just because’ resolved the issue as far as they were concerned and the need to delve deeper was not present. It got me to thinking, if this exchange took place between two girls of the same age would the conversation have been as brief? Would they have gone on to decipher the cry and list all the logical reasons as to why it might be occurring in the first place? Credit to the older brother though, in not identifying this as a trait of little girls-just little kids in general-or did he make an assumption based on his experience?
This simple dialogue is shared between adults the world over. In my mind’s eye I pictured these two boys as men discussing their own children, beer in hand, and the actual spoken words would not change too much from that of a 10 year old boys that they were. On the other hand, we ladies-while sharing a coffee-would list, analyse, dissect, suggest, advise, sympathise and offer assistance.
I’m just a stereotypical mum of two. What would I know?
If anyone has a better explanation, I’d love to hear it.
Kelly ♥
Image from: here.
Bloggerellies you have rocked my socks off. Thank goodness you did too as I needed my toes to count and remember the awards I needed to do this week. I’m more flustered than if I was front and centre at a Led Zeppelin concert, armpit to armpit with some die hard fans. I wonder if they’d mind if I borrowed their zeppelin to fly my awards home in.
I hope you guys are up to rockin’ out with me for awhile until we get to the end of this gig. It’s gonna be a mammoth show over the next 5 days. I’m going to post two awards each day or until I pass out from the excitement of it all.
Firstly, I’d like to pay homage to the blogenius who decided that it was totally cool to post the receipt of an award that one has already received; just acknowledge the person who bestowed that award upon you. I would more than likely give you my gold ticket if I knew who you were as you’ve probably saved me several hours of post-i-tis and the audience from burnt fingers after waving their lighters in the air for too long.
The stage is set. Let’s rock this joint.
Chopping Potatoes is what Jennifer does best. She’s got it down to such a fine art form her spuds have been Freshly Pressed. I am in complete awe of her writing style (not due to fact of the FP) because she doesn’t put starch in her posts. They’re open, honest, funny and I can relate to them. It is awesome to have received this award from you, Jennifer. Thank you.
As I have already received this award I won’t post the rules here. You can find them on Jennifer’s site if you wish to take this award home with you.
Pieter, a.k.a Ah Dad…, did some rocking and rolling of his own recently. He sang, ‘You Give Love a Bad Name,’ with Bon Jovi and woo hoo’ed when he reached 100 followers (I wonder if Jon has that many?). Unfortunately he’s approaching the big 4-0h, like my good self, and didn’t do so well on his hearing test. Pieter makes me laugh frequently-just don’t ask him about the air-conditioner guy. Thanks, Pieter.
I’ve also received this one before so I won’t nominate-just go check Pieter out. I’ve prepared him for the hoards of adoring fans (ahem, one or two of you) who might head over there based on my perspective.
Well that was a pretty easy first set. I’m all warmed up now and raring to hear what’s coming up next. I hope there’s going to be some classics in the mix.
Love will be back in the spotlight after a drinks break.
Kelly ♥
I’d love to be a goldfish
and swim around all day.
My humble home for one
here is where I’ll stay.
I could do just what I like
which is nothing much at all.
Except for when you’re watching
that’s when I have a ball.
But you’re not here that often
you’ve got better things to do.
Would you possibly consider
turning this one into a two?
I think I’d like a buddy,
to frolic with and play.
To dash and dive and dance with
and chase my cares away.
I’ve thought about this often
when I’m on the dash.
One more lap around the bowl
I’ll be back in just a flash.
I’d love to be a goldfish
and swim around all day.
My humble home for one
here is where I’ll stay.
A goldfish has entered the house of love after being bestowed upon Now 6 for his birthday. She has been given the title of Goldy (thank you creators of Peppa Pig for your ingeniousness). My son’s seemingly total lack of creative flair in naming our pets has landed us with Bluey (the blue budgie) in 2012 and now Goldy the goldfish. To confuse matters more we have a Golden Retriever whose name is not Goldy but is lovingly referred to as Golden Girl now that she is in her twilight years.
If/when we decide to get a cat it must be multi-coloured so that it doesn’t get called Blacky or some such other nonsense. I’d rather be outside calling ‘Rainbow’ and sounding like a total nut job.
Whether Goldy gets a mate is up for debate. We picked the first one so that the bowl wouldn’t be an empty gift. ‘Yay! I got a bowl with nothing in it!’ A second trip to the pet store might be in order. What’s the bet he’ll come home with a Blacky?
Who knows? Maybe the fish will have a renaming ceremony sometime soon. I just hope this happens before we have to flush the poor mite. Never mind. At least I don’t have to call it to come back to its bowl.
Something’s fishy with love.
© Kelly Hibbert 2013
Image from: here.
Love.
4 letters.
Words can evoke love in the form of a letter.
A sentence can express love’s sentiments.
Stories can warm the heart and fill it with love.
A personally written poem or verse can mean the world.
How many words in the English language contain the letters L, O, V and E? I haven’t a clue but here’s 10 of the best.
Have another one to add? Love-related words will be graciously received below.
Image from: here.
The calendar reads May 15th, 2013. It’s a Wednesday this year. What will the highlight of your day be? For most it’s just an ordinary day; for some it’s a milestone.
My eldest turns 6 today and while we celebrate this milestone we also say farewell to years passed.
When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.
When I was Three
I was hardly me.
When I was Four,
I was not much more.
When I was Five,
I was just alive.
But now I am Six,
I’m as clever as clever,
So I think I’ll be six now for ever and ever.
-A. A. Milne
When you were little Pooh would go everywhere with you. You were his Christopher Robin.
Those days are gone but will never be forgotten. Today I remember all the milestones you’ve reached and look ahead to the future with a heart full of love.
With a new day comes a new beginning. No longer an Almost 6, you’ve turned into a Now 6. You’ll be jubilant and king of your own castle for a while. Proud to be 6, never again to be 5. Each year a victory in the race to adulthood. I can’t slow it down for you; nor should I. You are keen and eager to achieve, reach, aim and grow. That is your job. Mine is to try and catch all those precious moments in between the milestones and treat them as if they were the most delicate of butterflies.
Who says we should wait for a milestone for a day to be special?
Now 6:
‘Find your ‘special’ in every day.
Not just in the month of May.’
♥♥♥♥♥♥
Mum.
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‘Might as well face it, You’re addicted to love.’
‘Ok, Robert. Maybe just a smidge.’
While Palmer’s lyrics play on repeat in my head, the image of his sleek ladies in their figure-hugging dresses dance in my mind.
I imagine you all in a karaoke bar kicking back and singing with gusto into the microphones and I can’t be there to join you.
Earlier I wrote about an upcoming event that would take me away from the Reader for a while. At this moment I am still 3 days behind being caught up.
The desire in me to not miss one of your wonderful posts has me reading anywhere and everywhere I can.
Tonight I scrolled and read while getting my mop in order. I read when making breakfast for my munchkins. In the line at the supermarket. Last thing at night. In the shower. Yes I’ll admit, I even read on the thunderbox.
I am going to steam roll all the blogs I follow in the morning. I’ll be pressing that like button like there’s no tomorrow. It feels dastardly to not be leaving my thoughts behind and hearing your response but it’s the only way I’m going to make it.
So please know that my clicking of that like icon really means love from me for the next few days. I’m addicted and I can’t miss a moment of one single post of the wonderful people who populate my Reader. Because I can’t just dish out the love on my blog and leave it there. I need to see you and hear your voices singing up a storm. That’s the love you all provide for me.
‘Whoa, you like to think that you’re immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It’s closer to the truth to say you can’t get enough
You know you’re gonna have to face it, you’re addicted to love.’
I love you all. ♥
There might not be much love in the littlest room in the house but there’s plenty of humour.
Note before reading: Just 3 is still in toilet training mode. The potty is gone and using the big toilet calls for reinforcements. As much of a fan I am of cleaning other people’s urine (the mini Masters’) off the floor I would rather use that time for other endeavours. With this in mind we have invested in two ping pong balls. One is a basketball and the other: a soccer ball. One bobs around in the bowl of each toilet in our home so that no matter which toilet is free or whichever Just 3 is closest to when nature calls he can, ready, AIM, fire! at the ball.
Family had gathered at ours recently for a celebration. During this time beverages of the alcoholic variety were consumed and trips to the smallest room in the house began, myself included. Once they start there is a constant parade of people in and out, flushing, wiping and washing.
Mum pulled me aside after a brief pit stop and politely informed me that she had removed the ball from the toilet thinking that Just 3 had put it in there. I thanked her, explained and then dropped it back in.
I daren’t ask anyone who went into retrieval mode how they completed their mission.
Have you reclaimed something from your own toilet that really wasn’t supposed to be there in the first place? Ever had an experience while at someone else’s home? You might like to add a ping pong ball to the toilet at your next party. Even the Misters like to hit the target, apparently.
Ping pong anyone?
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