mi amiga hermosa
Posted: August 2, 2015 Filed under: LOVE | Tags: best friends for life, Bill Withers Lean On Me (Live) 1973 Concert, friendship, funny friends, love, PIglet and Pooh, single mother sanity savers, the gift of friendship, you gotta have friends Leave a commentInternational Friendship Day is a day for celebrating those people whose love and kindness have changed our lives. Our friends are the people who understand our strangeness and love us anyway.
“When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.”
Piglet said,
“We’ll be Friends forever won’t we Pooh?” and Pooh answered,
“Even longer.”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Wpof8s5ZTg
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Dishy Washy
Posted: July 25, 2015 Filed under: LOVE, Self improvement | Tags: Advice for single mothers, Alison Moyet - Love Letters, cheap single mother Christmas presents, dish pigs, dishwasher love, French and Saunders, in love with inanimate objects, single mother bargains, single mother chores, single mother slavery Leave a commentI am in love with an inanimate object. She cost me $150 on eBay and she is cheap to run. I love my dishwasher. She is my comrade in the war against grotty kids. As a single mother with children who have lost the use of their legs and their ability to put socks in the washing machine, my dishwasher is my best friend and one true love.
My friend calls dishwashers the marriage saver, perhaps only if you marry someone who doesn’t have substance abuse issues. My DW is addicted to tablets, but she stopped me doing the dishes. I hate fancy plates that don’t fit in her warm wet insides. Anything delicate is banished from my kitchen. If I bribe my youngest hooligan she sometimes unloads my dishwashy friend.
I adore taking my kids to the park knowing that my dish pig is hard at work filling my flat with the pong of detergent. When we return home I open her up and my face is hit with a blast of her wonderful wafting steam.
She has great rhythm, I love the way she hums at night; I go to sleep in my living room to the soothing sound of the white machine slaving over my cutlery and pans. Bliss in a box.
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I’m Not Bossy, I’m The Boss
Posted: March 19, 2015 Filed under: ART, LOVE, SONGS | Tags: exciting times, great Irish musicians, great Irish writers, How About I Be Me and You Be You?, Irish singers, love, powerful female fire horses, Sinead O'Connor, Sinead O'Connor - Feel So Different, single mothers with attitude Leave a commentAs a financially-challenged single mother I don’t usually have the money to buy myself special presents but last Christmas I made an exception. I’ve waited more than 25 years to see the sassy, funny, extraordinary Sinead O’Connor and tonight I’m going to the Sydney Opera House to hear her live. Her music has helped me through some really tough times and I cannot wait to see her up close.
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I see dead people
Posted: February 25, 2015 Filed under: LOVE | Tags: dear friends, friendship, I see dead people, James Taylor - Fire and Rain Live 1970, karaoke partner in vocal crimes, Laughter, love, love only, single mother sisters, Sisterhood, social media reminders, true friends Leave a commentI’ve been sent email reminders about my friends’ work anniversaries, notifications that they’ve been tagged in posts and for one dear friend that she is having a birthday. Actually no she’s not, she left us to join the angels last year. On Facebook, LinkedIn and in my email list dead friends pop up to remind me they’re not here any more. I can’t bear to delete them from my phone and social media won’t let me discard them either.
I see their shining faces in photos and I smile.
One darling friend has been dead for a year and now she has a new connection on LinkedIn
She lives on in my heart and the world wide web forever
http://https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOIo4lEpsPY
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Happy Go Ahead Date A Single Mother Day
Posted: February 14, 2015 Filed under: LOVE | Tags: Hope, joy, Katie Melua - Closest Thing To Crazy, looking for love, love, presents for single mothers, Sexy single mothers, single mother celebrations, Valentine's Day, Valentine's Day for singles Leave a commentHere’s my sweet, romantic poem in honour of Valentines Day:
Roses are red, violets are blue
I didn’t get a thing today so f#*^! you
Were the flower delivery trucks parked at your door when you awoke? Did you hire someone to manage the line of men? I bet I received a better present than you today. I received self raising flour, drinking chocolate, a crumpled UNO card and bubbles (in the bath when my daughter farted)
What else did I get for Valentines Day?
Emotional turmoil – check
Feeling forlorn – check
Eviction notice – check
Sad, lonely and blue – check
When I was coupled up I didn’t get Valentine’s presents. I got the kids and he kept the used woman from the second hand stall at the markets.
Are you spoken for? Spoken about? Taken or taken for granted?
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A FAIRY TALE FOR SINGLE MOTHERS
Posted: February 1, 2015 Filed under: LOVE, Single Motherhood | Tags: big bad wolf, blended families, fairy tales for single mothers, husband hunting, Lana Del Rey - Wolf, single mother delusions, single mother dreams, single mother ethical dilemmas, single mother fantasies, single mothers repartnering, single mothers with attitude 1 CommentARE YOU MY HUSBAND?
A single mother left her babies in the nest with a teenager in charge. The kids screamed so the mother left in a hurry.
“Damn,” said the mother. “I’d like to find a husband. I’ll be back.”
So away she went, a long way from the deep dark suburbs.
She did not know what her husband looked like. He might have walked right by her. She did not see him.
Where is my husband?
She looked at the golf course. She saw a sporty young man in a golf buggy. Are you my husband?
The young man just stared at her like she was deranged.
The sporty man was not her husband so she walked on.
Then she came to a pub. She saw a pot bellied drunk at the bar.
“Are you my husband?” She said to the man.
“Me wife kicked me out, I could be your hubby,” he said.
“No, you are a yobbo, you are not my husband.
The pot-bellied drunk was not her husband. The young sporty man was not her husband. Where is my husband?
She came to a strip club. She saw a man who looked sharper than a rat with a gold tooth sitting in a booth.
“Are you my husband?’ she said to the man.
“I could be your husband tonight baby, “ said the man.
“No, you are not my husband, you are a player,” she said.
She looked on the Internet. She found a man whose photo was 20 years old.
“How could you be my husband?” He replied. “I am gorgeous and you are an old cougar.”
“Where is my husband? Where could he be? I will have a husband, I will, I know I will find him”
The single mummy ran, she saw a road worker showing his bum crack. No! He was not her husband. She ran on and on.
She called to a good-looking older man, but he did not stop, he went right on.
The mummy walked on and on. “Where am I?” said the mummy, “I want to go home.”
So the single mummy went home and when she got to her front gate, the mummy saw a cute man visiting her neighbours.
“There he is, there is my husband!” she said.
“Do you know who I am?” said the cute man.
‘Yes, you are not a yobbo, you are not a player, you are not too young for me, you are not too old for me, you are not too good looking, you are cute and you are my husband.”
And they lived happily ever after in separate houses keeping their five children from three different marriages at arm’s length.
THE END
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In the firkst month of Christmas holidays
Posted: January 13, 2015 Filed under: LOVE | Tags: Christmas cheer has gone, Debbie Harry & Kermit the Frog - The Rainbow Connection, gift recycling, one day we'll find it, Post Christmas cranky mother, regifting champion, single mother holiday traditions, single mother style, single mothers must use the force, unwanted gifts 1 CommentMy children gave to me:
Seven additive-riddled candy canes
Six recycled Christmas gifts
Five onion rings
Four nudie runs
Three pairs of socks
Two manky collages
But no back dated maintenance payments from their father
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lRvhRhWWE44
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In the firkst week of the New Year
Posted: January 7, 2015 Filed under: LOVE | Tags: cheap single mother holidays, Christmas hangovers, Christmas is so last year, I Hope That Somethin' Better Comes Along - Rowlf the Dog and Kermit the Frog, long summer holiday longing, single mother school holiday traditions, Something better will come along, traditional single mother holiday traditions Leave a commentMy true love gave to me:
A case of cheap wine that poisoned me
Repeat prescriptions for a nasty little virus
And a text message saying, ‘it’s not you, it’s me…’
May 2015 bless you with money, love and chocolate kisses
http://https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yaP_kc3y9w
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I miss my beautiful friend
Posted: December 1, 2014 Filed under: LOVE | Tags: 1985, beloved friends, Bobby Goldsmith Foundation, died from AIDS, dignity, Jeff Buckley- Morning Theft, soul mates, the gift of friendship, there's no relief in this, unite in the fight against HIV, Veljko Pollack, World Aids Day Leave a commentI met him in a club. We danced and danced all night but I didn’t get his phone number. A few weeks later he walked into my office. I was 18 years old and I’d met my soul mate. We went out dancing again and we talked all night. He invited me over to his house and I lay on his bed while he read me Kerouac. We spent hours in his bed reading authors we loved and listening to music we could go out and dance to. He was a Dj so I’d give him all the records I could get my hands on at work.
A year later I moved overseas. He sent me mix tapes and postcards he had made with funny pictures and collages because the internet wasn’t invented. I loved hearing about his adventures. I sent him the daggiest, most kitsch postcards I could find in India, Greece and Spain and England. Two years later his postcards stopped coming and I never heard from him again.
In 1992 I walked down King Street Newtown and looked at a portion of the AIDS quilt in a shop window. Then I saw his name embroidered into the quilt. My beautiful friend
Veljko
My darling friend had died and I didn’t know. I was too young and selfish and rude and too far away to find out. I wasn’t there for him as he was dying of the most godawful disease. I think of him when I hear the song Empty Chairs at Empty Tables, when I hear New Order, when I notice my old 1940s copy of On The Road by Jack Kerouac on the bookshelf. Veljko introduced me to Kerouac and Ginsberg and dance music mixes. Thank you darling for the joy you gave me. We were only close friends for a short time but you taught me that we don’t know what we’ve got ’til it’s gone. Love only love my darling sunny happy friend.
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Zen wisdom
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.”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PGYAAsHT4QE
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