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Posted: November 29, 2014 Filed under: LOVE, Single Motherhood | Tags: Bob Marley - Three Little Birds (Original), funny kids, happy single mothering, I love being your mum, love, monkey children, mothering, ninja grandmas, spoilt single mothers, youngest child Leave a commentThe funnest bestest girl in the world was born 10 years ago today. This kid makes me laugh and laugh. Late one night we were catching a bus home and as we sat on the front seat she said,
“Mummy, if an old person gets on the bus we have to move. But it’s dark so all of the grandpas and the grandmas are at home except for the ninja ones. So if you see any old ladies or old mans get on the bus they’re ninjas.” At the next stop an old lady got on the bus and sat behind us.
“Mum,” she whispered, “the old lady behind us, she’s a ninja.”
“How do you know?”
“I’m a ninja.”
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Another golden voice gone
Posted: November 20, 2014 Filed under: SONGS | Tags: classic soul, Jimmy Ruffin, Jimmy Ruffin - What Becomes Of The Broken Hearted (1965), Motown singers, musical legacy, Soul Deep - The Council Collective, soul singers Leave a commentSoul singer Jimmy Ruffin has left us to join the choir of angels. Music has sustained me through the dark nights of my soul, thank you Mr Ruffin for your beautiful songs
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I’m moving to China
Posted: November 11, 2014 Filed under: LOVE, MARRIAGE | Tags: 11 11, Bare sticks, lonely single mothers, one is the loneliest number, Shirley Bassey - I Who Have Nothing, single, single mother truths, Single mothers, singles day 2 CommentsChina’s singletons celebrate Singles Day (or ‘bare sticks’) as an alternative to Valentine’s Day on November 11 — or 11/11, the date representing all the lonely people. Being single on Valentine’s Day is a big problem in China, where there are millions more men than women because of the country’s one-child policy. Sitting on the bus with no one beside me is fun, but I’d love to celebrate being alone with other sad singles, is anyone throwing a blind date party tonight?
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Giddy Up
Posted: November 4, 2014 Filed under: Thought For the Day | Tags: Australia's richest horse race, bringing home the bacon, childhood memories, my little ponies, Rolling Stones / Wild Horses, single mother jobs, single mother slavery, The Melbourne Cup, the race that stops a nation, thoroughbred horse races, work Leave a commentHere I am on the day of the race that stops a nation, dressed in jodhpurs and a top hat, hamming it up for drunk people, most of whom don’t realise this how I earn my living (they just think I’m some kind of kooky lady), as they slam down their drinks. We humans are very strange, we tame wild creatures, then watch them going round and round a track. When I was a young warthog, I went to the races most weekends with my grandpa Aubrey, who was nuts about betting on the gee gees. He would place small bets for me and I always picked the grey horses, probably because of Gunsynd, the Goondiwindi grey, a famous racehorse from the 1970s. Now I’m getting paid to act like a goose on a horse, my grandpa would be so proud.
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