Letting that little hand go

It’s my first born sons birthday tomorrow and I wrote a little something from the heart

i made a wish, once upon a time

That everything in my life

would work out fine

Enter one little boy we named Kade

My heart was full

He was more perfect than for all I had prayed

The cutest little man I ever did see

Innocence, cheekiness, mischievousness was bestowed upon me

He held my hand for many years

As he got older, he let go

I shed motherly tears

It’s ok though

Seeds you must sow

Live your life

I’ll watch you beautifully grow

Your hand may no longer be in mine

My love for you in one sentence I define

I love you more today than yesterday, but not as much as tomorrow

I love you to the moon and back infinity

❤️❤️❤️❤️

Happy birthday from the proudest Mum in the world

Am I a Bingo Dingo?

Hello again, I am Miss over 40, over 50, not yet beyond. Self-confessed fitness fanatic, best in the business Pilates instructor, lover of food, have a fabulous lifestyle, fashion lover and apparent bingo attendee

What’s your thoughts on bingo? Is bingo for the elderly?

No funny comments if you are younger than me! I have played bingo on the rare occassion with my mum since I was young, it really is a fun game.

But seriously do we associate bingo with the elderly, we do, don’t we?

My beautiful mum is 83, mind as sharp as a whip. Before I go any further, who else finds that a rather odd saying? Generally it means the person is quite intelligent, however, I do think to myself, well how sharp is a whip? Hmmm it actually refers to the crack of the whip.

On that note, there is also sharp as a tack, well there is some ouch factor if you stand on one. This one relates to humour. Well my mum is sharp as a whip also sharp as a tack. Funny and intelligent. Thank God I took after her.

Last Saturday I rang my mum. “Mum I haven’t seen as much as usual lately” I suggested a mother daughter day on Sunday.

Excitedly, what will we do? She says. Let me surprise you! I thought movies? Nope there was nothing I thought Mum or I would get excited over. Oh yes the theatre ? I love the theatre,wizard of Oz playing. There was no tickets left for someone who has walking disabilities (age related), Mum, not me 😬

Bingo, light bulb moment, my mind again said yes actually, Bingo. My mind exploded with excitement. Bingo , she will be ecstatic. I find the local bingo, gathered all the information I needed and a plan was set.

Do you know what a bingo dingo is? No? It is someone who doesn’t play bingo who will then will arrive to play for the big one, yes the jackpot. It is kind of frowned upon in the bingo world.

I have had a few games, so not completely a novice. The last time was probably four years ago in a little country town, Mulwala (Victoria Australia) at one of the RSL clubs. I must mention first, I am not meat eater.

It was at this club, an agriculture district, that I had my first bingo win. The excitement welled in me as I waited one more number, I screamed BINGO and smiled like a Cheshire Cat with excitement. You will never guess? Well maybe you will, I won the jackpot.

The jackpot was? Yes, you guessed it, the biggest tray of meat you have ever seen. I donated it to my meat eating group of friends but rejoiced in the fact that I actually won something.

Sunday, I arrive at my mums at 1 PM, I pack her up into the car, she asks “ where are we going?” Bingo I replied.

I’m pleased to announce, she was happy. I dropped her at the front door and parked the car whilst mum secured a spot in the line to buy our bingo games.

Since it was my treat, when I arrived I took her spot in the line and allowed her to move to the side. Unsure of how many games to play, as the very experienced sometimes play up to 6 games, I, being not so experienced, turned to the sweet looking lady directly behind me to ask her advice. “Hello how are you today? “ What do you recommend I should do? Her rather terse response was “Go to the back of the line where you belong“ I said pardon, I do not understand. Why would you say that? You pushed in. It was at that moment I learnt of the competitiveness of the “ bingo groupies”

I explained that I did not actually push in, and that my mum had been in the queue. I found out afterwords when a lovely, somewhat less competitive lady sitting at my table explained to me, “those games are potential winners”, so if I won, she would be very unhappy. My logic is it works two ways, if she won she would be very happy and glad she did not push me out of my spot.

Anyway I won her over with my friendly chat I departed the line friends with Helen!

Enter the bingo room. Tables, so many tables, row after row, groups seated together bringing their thermos filled with steaming cofffee, homemade sandwiches, cakes, you name it, it was there. Seats saved, with simple bingo texts, that made the same statement as a reserved sign in a restaurant. Is this spot free? No, I hear, as they point to the BINGO texta.

The tables are long, possibly 8-10 seats each side. Mum and I were lucky enough to find two seats together, reality was, the person my seat was reserved for, failed to show. I’m pleased to say we were surrounded by lovely people.

2pm eyes down. We were playing 2 books each game. Not quite experienced, but no beginner either. I took in the atmosphere. This is serious stuff. I recall the days of comments such as legs eleven, number 11, number 8 shut, the gate, 2 fat ladies, 22. In the politically correct world we now live in, this has been eradicated. Apparently some of these quirky little sayings were racist, predudjice, insulting. Come on, it’s all a bit of light entertainment. Straight up the nu beds are called, on its own number 8, all the sevens 77,slightly more serious.

Game after game, so close, then “BINGO”. Last game (number 10) of first round, JACKPOT game. Number after number, I dotted them on my bingo game books with my special bingo texta, 3 to go, 2 to go, 48 was my last number. Then it came, I looked at my book, to sent messages to my brain, oh my god, “BINGO I yell so enthusiastically, the whole place stopped and stared. That Cheshire Cat was back. Everyone at my table, the table behind, all smiled and congratulated me. $280 buckeroos, dollars, whatever term you choose to use. In our hot little hands. I think my enthusiasm may have thawed there competitive iciness. Genuine congratulations I received.

I was asked to come back next week. Was that because they enjoyed my company? Or they want a chance to win back some money, I think laughing to myself.

2 more rounds, 10 games per round, 30 games over the day. 3 hours of concentrated entertainment, with no more wins. I looked around for Helen. Would she be glaring? My guess is a big YES.

Am I a bingo dingo? Questionable. I am not a first timer, but they don’t know that. I say no!

Will we go back, hell yeah! All my girlfriends called me, books in, book us in. I’ll be back in a fortnight my new bingo hall friends. Mark my words, Mum and I are going to be one of the bingo crew. Someone will be saving my seat in the near future!

Hopefully I do not become a bingo dragon breathing down the back of the neck of the lovely YOUNG lady in front of me in the queue. She’ll turn to me and ask what do you recommend, I will answer, buy four books, come sit with me and we will go halves in YOUR winnings. 😂😂😂😂😂 I’ll share my homemade sandwiches. 💋

Chat soon darlings ❤️

2017 friends turning fifty, middle age, Travel and kids

Whilst less extravagant than 2016, nonetheless it was a year of travel. Smaller trips encompassed a weekend to Lorne. One of my favorite places on earth. Next  a 5 day cruise with mums in tow to Tasmania, followed by a week on the Land of the long white cloud, South Island New Zealand. Wow. It’s beauty unsurpassed. Lake Wanake, it’s magnificence leaves me speechless. Tasmania again, with my mum again. Tassie is an Aussie asset, without a doubt.

Catch ups. Everyone is turning 50. Rescuing animals, loving animals, acrobalance workshops, doing handstands, acro-flying, you name it, we did it. Yoga, birthdays, my dogs, my boys, work, classes, training, vegans, rescue sanctuary. Kids flying the coup! Overseas travel, Just loving life.

Written on 31/12/17

Here I go again, apologies upfront
Yes it’s another long one
You can bow out now or take the punt

Another New year is upon us once again
I’m still happy, healthy and fit, AMEN

We partied at my friends, dressed up, yes there was sparkles & glitz
We had a band, there was champers & beer
I had too much aperol spritz

Many events, this year, have taken place
The year has flown
Life sets a very fast pace

Last year ended and began again in the city
A weekend with the best of friends,
Does it need to end, what a pity

15 Mums and daughters took to the high sea
We sailed from Melbourne and around Tasmania
We made new memories, my Mum and me

Catch up dinners, regularly, this group of Mums and kids
I bet these Mums would not give up their daughters
No way, these girls are awesome, not for a million quids

4 days in New Zealand, I did go
A stunningly beautiful destination
In the top 10 of happiest countries, did you know?

While I was there I caught up with my old school friend Kate
Gorgeous to see her
we had scrumptious brunch date

Europe beckoned for kade my son
Elliot his mate joined in the Fun
You returned my memories of 30 years ago
When I spent my first Christmas in the snow
I gave you one more hug & stared into your face
I was sad, happy, excited , I held on, for one more second
That mother son embrace

I watched you walk through the big sliding door
So proud, but please turn around
So I can see your beautiful face, once more

Kyle my grown up younger son
Brings Fun and uncontrollable laughter to everyone
Can skull a beer in less than 5 seconds
It’s Bendle’s on a bender trick, when the party beckons

The BAD bits

Cancer is such ugly disease
It has attacked one of our own with heinous ease

It chooses its victims with no apparent care
Its chooses the good ones, life is sometimes unfair

We have watched from afar, your body, so very tired
But you hold your head high, inspirational to say the least
I speak for one & all, we are so very inspired.

GOOD stuff this year, wow, 50ths galore
Next year we can expect a few more

Craigs Big night in June, was just was the beginning
Julies in October, lefts us all grinning
Karens in November, had all in a trance
As all the girls performed their flash mob dance

A photo booth that sparked many a laugh
Too much booze, caused many to barf
Police were called to one noisy do
But the party continued on without further ado
Next there was the Beatles, ABBA & Kiss
Madonna, Suzie & Amy didn’t go amiss
But the hit of the night, the ultimate pop star
Was none other than Karen Wescott aka Lady Gaga

Reunions of any sort, such a buzz
I was reunited on Facebook
With my long lost Irish cuz

A school reunion at the nightclub chasers
So so many,
familiar faces

Some unchanged
A few estranged
Lives explained
Figures retained
New friendships gained
But best of all, we were all entertained

Movie dates with my mum,
My confidante, my mentor & my best chum

Catch ups often with good friends
Does this socialising never end
Is there a health retreat you’d recommend
So my worn out old body can please mend

Sydney, port Douglas & palm cove
In August we hired a car, we drove & drove
From Sydney and espresso martini’s
to Port Douglas and teeny-weeny bikinis

Now at the studio, I am joined by Anna
Yoga, pilates, workshops
Look out for our banner

Our timetable updated on a regular basis
We look forward to greeting many new faces

Grand final day, always at the Walkers
Great food, great company, boisterous loud talkers
Tigers were the grand final winners this year
From all at the party, an almighty cheer

10 girls, on the day before, took a limo ride
Raising money for ovarian cancer we sat side by side
A wine, some lunch, a dance or three
End of the day, shoes off, what will be will be

November saw a trip away
Craig & I, with 2 mums at play
Hobart so pretty was the place to stay
Hot chips & red wine, freezing down at Sandy bay

Facebook to date

70 new friends have been made
The ban of puppy mills, new laws were laid
Phyllis Smith is my dark head twin
Apparently I was born to stand out, so why fit in
Facebook told me, so it must be so
Jokes every Wednesday from Patrick Tranter
Make us go ho ho ho
I topped the naughty side on Santas naughty & nice list
Regular events, not to be missed
Ads for this, and ads for that
Celebrity trainers telling us how not to get fat
But mouth watering recipes regularly adorn my page
Tips on how to live to 100 and anti age
I’m 369% asshole, this cannot be so
But I am still laughing at Amber when she fell flat on her face
6 months ago 🤪

Phew!

I went to Rebeccas red hill farm
Don’t worry, I was done no harm
As 100s of hens set upon me
They hen pecked my ankles as I chuckled with glee
The joy of being with these girls
Outshone any diamonds or pearls
I played with her divine rescue lambs
I was putty in there little hoof hands
Charlie and Charlotte gave me the best day ever
I’m free for our next play date, anytime, whenever

All the sad losses in 2017, MAY THEY REST IN PEACE
From this earth, to a world above, to the angels, we release

Jerry Lewis made us laugh so hard
Legend Malcolm young, we held in high rockstar regard
David Cassidy he was so damn cute
Roger Moore so debonair always dressed in a suit
Tom petty, we loved him, HE was a heartbreaker
Hugh Hefner, was the playboy bunny maker

So many more, gone, not mentioned
may they Rest In Peace, our admiration for them
Only strengthened

So happy for Turia Pitt
My hero, an icon
I have to admit

A baby for them now makes three
A brand new life
This amazing woman, deserves everything happy

Christmas was here and gone already
New year upon us, you better get ready

Our final night of the year is once more here
I wish my family, friends, the world much happy cheer

Thank you for touching my life this & past years
Maybe our words & support for each other have
helped brave fears

To those who I have mentioned now, right here
Come close and lend me your ear

And I whisper, “Please don’t live a life of ALMOST” Live with passion”

Now get off your arses
And charge your glasses

Here’s to happiness, health & living passionately in 2018

My wish for you all is to continue.
Continue to be who you are, to astonish, in a mean world with your acts of kindness. (Maya Angelou)L

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