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Written by SoccerMum
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Wednesday, 05 November 2008 |
So, WTF does the term “age gracefully ” really mean anyway? Is it a socially correct way of saying that someone has reached mature age and their face doesn’t look like a saturated prune on a hot summer’s day. That their tits aren’t tapping on their nobly knee caps, they don’t smell like crusty old undies and they don’t eat dog food right before pension day? I suppose we can all come to our own conclusion.
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Tuesday, 24 June 2008 |
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“It was the
tequila shots …. I swear”!
Well, at
least that’s what I have been telling myself for the last 48 hours. I currently have 4 toe blisters, 1 VERY stiff
neck, aching quads on both legs, sore stomach muscles, oh and let’s not forget
1 pair of soiled panties.
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Thursday, 19 June 2008 |
I’ve always thought those
people that put the NO JUNK MAIL adhesive sign on their letterboxes are too
uptight. I mean; is it just me since I
moved to the suburbs?, but junk mail can be well worth a mindless read! I have to admit that I get a little excited
when the local 15-year old has been around with his stash of supermarket/variety
store catalogue's. Not to mention Mr 4’s
shriek of delight when he views the latest Toys R Us sale items.
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Thursday, 12 June 2008 |
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Friday
just rolled around again and I relished the thought of my 7 hours of childless
bliss! My partner and I had a long weekend planned in Port Douglas, FNQ
to attend an old friend's wedding. We'd shipped my parents to town to baby-sit;
so soon we would be indulging in 4 days ..... which equates to 96 hours of
indulgent, tranquil, blissful peace and relaxation.
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Wednesday, 21 May 2008 |
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And the questions from Mr 4 start rolling in ....... pleaseeeeee somebody hand me the Funk and Wagnalls ! Oh, and throw the Bible in for good measure.
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Friday, 23 May 2008 |
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Today I got caught by the “blogging bug”.
I don’t know if it was because I was child free, could
finally relax and simply enjoy my 6 hours (and counting) of peace, or because I got a good night’s sleep
– but the ideas just kept rolling and rolling and rolling in. My mind and imagination was on fire. Everywhere I turned there was a story. Boom …boom … blog!
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Wednesday, 21 May 2008 |
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 Ok so what is it with men (be thy big or small) with their
orifices and appendages? Is there a
predisposition they are born with to pick, scratch, flash and explode on demand?
I’ve nurtured, guided and educated Mr 4 through his first 4 innocent
years of life …. but boom, it all of a sudden changed from peaceful afternoons
on the swing, building Lego together and mimicking animal noises to something
simply repulsive.
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