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Seven

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Today marks the 7th anniversary of the night I met and fell in love with my Glugster. What was supposed to be a blogger meetup to put a real person to the online person I had become friends with, became a date very quickly.

Two weeks later, he met my daddy darling and my brother on Christmas Day, and I announced to the world that I got a boyfriend for Christmas.
I’d been single and a single mom for so long that my mom and my gran actually cried…

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Now he is my husband.
He’s my best friend, my lover, my sounding board, my cheerleader, my advisor, and my co-parent.
He’s my first call, my first thought, my next of kin.

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He listens to me and he loves me, even when I start a sentence in the middle of a thought and he has no idea what I’m talking about. He records TV shows he knows I’ll like, even if he’s not interested in seeing them.
He surprises me with little things that he knows I love, and if I asked him he wouldn’t hesitate to go and get me an ice cream in the middle of the night!

The night we met, when we came back down to earth, we had the wait staff standing at the door of the restaurant and all the chairs and tables stacked around us! We were completely oblivious to everything and everyone but each other and it was going on 2am!
It was amazing! I could hardly wait to see him again, and then I put the poor man through the wringer for a few months ‘coz I didn’t think I could handle parenting my son and a relationship, but he wouldn’t let me go.
And tonight, he’s taking me back to that restaurant!

I love you babe. With all my heart. Here’s to seven HUNDRED more!

They Are Not “Clip On” Children…

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Back in June 2005, I wrote a blog post titled: No Fairy Tale For Me, Thanx! and in September 2010 (after I was already married) I wrote Something To Think About, mainly to add my voice to a number of posts on the interweb at the time about dating a single mom.
In both posts the same issue got a mention – that I was always, ALWAYS, afraid that my son would be regarded as “not really ours” by any family I married into.
As my knucklehead was almost an adult when I met my husband this was less of an issue for me than it would have been if he was a little boy, but it still worried me.

All three of my siblings and at least three of my cousins are parents to children who were not born to them. I have many friends whose children are parented by someone to whom they were not born, and I have friends who are parents to children they have adopted- for lack of a better word– as their own.

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My generation- born and raised in the seventies and eighties- sees these children simply as “our children”. We love them and parent them, and our children are equal to each other. They are brothers and sisters, cousins, nephews and nieces. They’re included in family portraits and special occasions. All our children’s school concerts, favourite foods, parents’ evenings, achievements and accidents are equally important.

…older generations seem to see these children differently.

It has to be pointed out to many of them that we as parents – and aunts and uncles – are deeply hurt when our children are set apart from their siblings in any way.
I have heard grandparents talk about how a biological grandchild is a little more special to them than his or her siblings because he or she was born into their family and the others were not, and I have seen pictures of these very children excluded from a great-grandparents’ photo galleries…

With very few exceptions this is not done to be spiteful, its simply human nature to separate things that are not the same.

Let me reiterate – the people who speak of these children separately from the ones they are related to by blood, do not do so to be mean. Well, almost never.
For them, these children are “clip on children“, or “not really ours“. They do love them and they include them in celebrations and special occasions, but in their minds they remain separate from their biological family.

If there are children who have become a part of your family rather than being born into it, remember that to the parents of that child or children, they are no different to their siblings or cousins.
However you may think about them, or classify them in your own head, keep it to yourself.

Whether you approve of them or not, they are a part of your family. Please, for your family’s sake, keep that in mind when you speak of them.

I Totally Hit The Jackpot!

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I was just reading my friend Bex’s latest blog post titled, I can’t rub it in enough, and I commented that we must have found our husbands in the same catalogue!
My sweet Glugster really spoils me…

He’ll make supper for us even when he’s worked a full day.
He does the “late shift” with the puppies and locks up the house every night because I do the early shift.
Some weekends he lets me sleep in and he takes care of the morning menagerie duties.

On Valentines Day, I got breakfast in bed – eggs, crispy bacon, toast, baked beans and coffee – he went the previous day and did some shopping during work and smuggled the groceries home, and he bought me baked beans! Which he loathes! And he let me sleep in a little, making his and the knucklehead’s work lunches, feeding the dogs and feeding the cats!

And this afternoon, after a long hectic work week, he serviced and cleaned up our portable air-conditioner because I was DYING of the heat!

I do love my man so very much.

Oh For Fuck Sakes.

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Just a caution- I did not watch my language like I usually do.

I had such a nice weekend. I really did. It was really busy, and I didn’t see much of my Glugster, but it was a lekker weekend.

The knucklehead and I even had a fabulous evening out last night. I figured that since I had a bit of cash- which I haven’t had in months- that the knucklehead and I should go and have a bit of a date, just us two. We scooted off to Montecasino and window shopped and had coffee and browsed in Skoobs and saw a movie and made fun of people walking by and went on an arcade ride that was like being on a rollercoaster… We didn’t argue or anything and we really had an awesome evening. We have had a really good few weeks at home, with him thinking before he speaks and handling tricky situations really well and us not fighting, and last night I told him as much while we were out. And I told him I was proud of him and that my Glugster and I had noticed a change. It was one of those perfectly timed moments and it was good.

Then as we decided to head home I stopped to go to the loo. Sadly I can’t hold my Coke like I used to. My phone was just about to fall out of my pocket so I put it on top of the toilet paper dispenser, I didn’t sash it “safely” because my bag was hanging on the back of the toilet door and was out of my reach. When I was finished I grabbed my bag, washed my hands and left. The knucklehead  and I strolled to the car while he had a cigarette and as we left Monte I realised my phone wasn’t in my pocket. I asked the knucklehead to check my bag but I knew I’d left it behind. We turned the car around and I ran to the bathroom, but as I knew it would be my phone was gone. The cleaning ladies hadn’t seen anything- or claimed not to have seen anything- and the security guards didn’t know about it either.

I was furious with myself for making such a fucking stupid mistake.

We set off for home again and I called my Glugster on the knucklehead’s phone to ask him to try calling my phone, just in case by some miracle someone would answer and say “Oh hi! Yes! I found it! How can I return it to you!?“. He called several times with no answer, and it then the thief turned it off. Fucking bitch. I hope you slip and fall and MY phone takes your fucking eye out.

When I got home I called my service provider and got them to block my number, and I will now have to go through the schlep of doing a SIM-swap.

Oh joy.

And then to make matters just a wee bit more interesting, I remembered that we chose groceries and fuel over insurance payments when my Glugster was unemployed, and since we’re still playing catch-up we haven’t reinstated it yet. And no, I do not opt for the insurance on my service provider’s contract because I have always had seperate insurance. So no “easy” replacement of my beloved BB Bold 9900.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

I still wasn’t dreadfully upset because I still had my old fucked up BB Bold 9700 stashed in my drawer as a back up for just in case, and since I backed up my Bold 9900 just last week I was just going to get a new SIM & reinstate the backed up information. No problem, right?

Right.

Except that- long story short- I don’t have my old fucked up BB Bold 9700 anymore…

Marvellous.

So now I’m going to be paying off my BB Bold 9700 for the next 18 months because I opted to take a phone that I couldn’t have for free on my contract. I will be paying for a BIS service on my contract that I can’t use. I do have a business phone for my baking, and will be using this Motorola something or other because it can accommodate 2 SIM cards, but I won’t be online very much because I won’t pay my service providers mobile internet fees.

If any of you have me as a BBM contact I suggest you delete me completely as there is the possibility that whoever took my phone will be able to wangle use out of it even if I blacklist it.

I Love The Theatre!

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And I am blessed to have a darling husband who loves it as much as I do!

Our most recent excursion was courtesy of Southern Sun! I entered a competition on their Facebook page in December and on the morning of my birthday I was notified via Twitter that I was one of the winners of 2 tickets to…

…DRUMROLL PLEASE…

THE NUTCRACKER ON ICE at Montecasino’s Teatro!

When we were waiting for the show to start I Googled The Nutcracker story for my Glugs as he didn’t know it, and its a little easier to understand the performance if you know the tale. Tchaikovsky’s music is divine, and I love being able to follow the story when I watch a ballet. As is the rule in theatres, you’re not allowed to take any photographs inside the theatre during the show, and I so wish I could give you a glimpse of what we saw! It was FANTASTIC and we had such awesome seats!

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I’m sure everyone has watched some figure skating at some point, so you can imagine the kind of moves they do on an ice rink being done on a theatre stage! It was awesome! And there was so much to see! What a show! It was even snowing on the stage! The costumes were so gorgeous – some of the dancers even had lights in their tutus!! I was literally gasping with delight!! Drosselmeyer flew off the stage and over our heads! The mouse king was spinning around with the mouse queen ON HIS HEAD – without even holding on to her!! Two skaters went up on rope swing thingamabobs! Drosselmeyer made a woman disappear!

It was wonderful. And it was over so very fast.

Thank you Southern Sun for a lovely evening’s entertainment!