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Now she is laying here, can't move around doing stuffs as agilely as she used to be just a few hours ago...Doing all the things that she used to do and taking care of her are hard but it is much harder and heart-cutting to see how time cruelly lays its impacts on her health...and how i am letting down her wish for a grand child...

Next 2 days we will be celebrating her 70 years old but today she got this incident. I was so happily preparing for the event but now all i can do is wishing that she will be fine in next 2 days and better health in the time to come.

She is aging, and you know? I love her so much.

Where are you? I can do everything by myself but i can't give our mom a son-in-law, our children a dad and myself a husband without you. I can't just grab any man that i don't love. I just need you. Please come soon to bring our Moms, our children and ourselves happiness. I am really scared, scared that with Mom's getting-worse health i will not be strong and wise enough to wait for you my true love...

why haven't we met yet? Why is there so much pressure like this? Good people should deserve good things, shouldn't they? Why a very basic thing as having a small happy family is still far from our reach?

It is lunar new year here. I am staring at the stary winter night wishing for Mom's fast recovery and a magic of us (Mom, you, our kids and me) being together as a happy
Family.

Is it a satisfiable wish? :(

A friend of mine has been having a right whinge about her daughter-in-law using her as an on-tap babysitter without so much as a by-your-leave. Her DIL is now throwing a strop because my buddy (who has a full-time fairly stressful job) said no when she was told she's going to be looking after 12 year old granddaughter plus two schoolfriends from straight after work Friday through to Saturday afternoon. Both of them are furious with each other.

And I'm cringing because I remember when I was first setting up my function catering business and working 60 -70 hours a week I asked my mother to collect my daughter from school umpteen times, keep her overnight umpteen times, and I took it completely for granted that I could ask.

In fact when I was going out with friends for my first social evening in about 4 months and my mother complained that I was being selfish, I was really indignant. Didn't she realize this was my first time-out in months ...

(I'm so sorry it took this long to see it from your point of view. I'm so sorry that it's too late to say I now understand.)

So this blog is for those who give and give and give again

Those who take and take and take from patient friends, family, loved ones: say thank you. They may do it willingly but it's no buzz to be taken for granted.

I am a materialist girl... but my friend said only broke man and looser call girls who think about material and money as a materialist girl :)

what do you think....

My daughter is coming back to Tennessee and before her baby girl is born!!? It's a girl, Stormy Will be her name. I am happy and unhappy at the same time. She is moving back in with the father of the baby only he has a girlfriend living there. I think it will make my daughter sad and wounded. We will see. I am rooming with others so I cannot offer her a place...

Some years ago my wife and I went away for the weekend; my mother stayed at the house and minded the kids while we were away. Not long after we returned we noticed that the inside of our teapot, which was normally tea stained almost black, was now gleaming white. My mother had a tendency to be ‘helpful’ in unwanted ways and we were rather annoyed that she’d cleaned the teapot, as we quite liked it how it was. Some time later, It came out in conversation that there was more to the cleaning of the teapot than we had imagined.

When the subject came up, my mother was all too eager to describe the ingenuity she had demonstrated; her pride in which was apparent in her tone of voice. It was my mother’s practice to soak her false teeth in bleach overnight, and, seeing an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone, she cleverly used the teapot as the receptacle in which to do it. By the time we eventually heard this story we had, of course, made numerous cups of tea in that teapot and the implications were very quick to strike us both, but, to our credit, we somehow managed not to let our faces betray our true feelings about her thoughtful deed.

Yesterday we had a little family gathering at my sister’s place and it was well attended by the younger generation; mostly the offspring of some of my cousins, naturally a few times removed.

We were privileged to have no less than fourteen children present; four of them between the ages of two and four years old. My two nieces were also present and, as usually, their offspring spend a lot of time with their favorite uncle. Very soon the other ankle biters followed suit and before long I had my hands full. Not that I minded, I love children, especially at that age.

And now I have baby fever. I want a baby! But when I thought about it for a while, I realized that I have some reservations. I don’t think I want to go through all the rigmarole of putting up with a woman suffering from morning sickness, cravings and what ever else. She must deliver immediately. And the baby must be born a two-year old. With all the teeth that is needed for that age, able to talk (not too much though), able to walk (definitely not too far) and fully potty trained. Oh yes, and immune against the normal child diseases. And lastly, it must remain at that age; no further growing or aging. Think it can be done?

On second thoughts, maybe I should just buy one of those walking and talking dolls - no, not the kind that wet their knickers. But that won’t be the same - those big blue eyes are dead and unresponsive.

Or maybe I should try the adult version of those dolls and call her ‘Baby’. I hear the top models even make the appropriate noises at the right times.

Shit! How did I get here? I was talking about babies.

Have a great Monday. I don't know why some call them blue.

Doing the weekly shopping isn’t one of my favourite things but, luckily, I can make it more bearable by combining it with my hobby of people watching. One conclusion I have reached through my observations is that couples should probably stop going shopping together some time in their early thirties. Young couples usually seem quite cheerful as they wend their way round the store together, but by the time they get to middle age and beyond, they seem to become progressively more miserable. A lot of the couples I see in my age group seem to make the journey from trolly park to till in a cloud of simmering mutual antipathy; with the odd impatient rebuke managing to break the surface every now and then. Quite often just as I am passing. This leaves me with a mixed feeling of amusement and sympathy, not to mention relief when I remember that that used to be me.

Created by my daughter Eve
I do hope you enjoy.

Martina xxx

Where are you hiding, my darling?
Are you missing me, your other half?
Let's come as one to fill our hearts
To show each other that love is true.

Full of me? I've not yet been through
Waiting for the crew to sail on the ship
Keep exploring until we finish
Inspire next generation with endless stories

My biggest dream, oh you know it's family
With cozy nights with frequent smiles on face
As the home nothing can replace
Will you be my roommate for life? ??

We were in Miami last weekend doing more house renovation to prepare for a sale. One thing needed was to pressure clean the sidewalk and front porch. My helper insisted doing this project and pushed me aside. She's got control of the pressure now. How much pressure? It would appear to be 1800 psi.



I had no choice but to run to Home Depot for some supplies...