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I was born in the same hospital within hours of my best friend. When we were three or four months old we were both entrusted to our eldest brothers who were, and still are, best friends. From what I understand, this was a duty that they performed with admirable enthusiasm. They were eight at the time. They pushed us around in our prams, wiped our noses, cleaned our bums, and changed our soiled nappies. They pooled their resources by taking turns to look after us while the other one joined the other boys in their games. We were never left alone. In this way a unique four-way bond was formed that would last a life time.

They taught us to fight the boys and, to my mother’s disgust, to stand and pee. By the time I was ten I had my mind made up about who I’m going to marry. He broke my heart when I was fourteen. He married somebody else. When he divorced five years later, I saw my chance. I was nineteen, itchy and ready for him. I wanted him to be the first and the only. He told me to have a cold shower. He refused to see me as anything but a sister. Sometimes I’m sorry he did not take me that day. It would have changed our lives completely. Other times I’m glad that he refused me. Sex has a way to kill friendships.

The bond between two old school friends and their two baby sisters is still as strong as ever. It is wonderful to know that if I stumble, I will have no less than three super heroes who will exceed themselves to get me up and running again.

After reading the sad news about Simmo, my night and day were very quiet and I spent most of my night thinking of my loved ones who passed away and whom I badly miss from time to time. Sometimes I do wonder if I showed them how much I loved them? Makes me wish to have more time with them so I could at least make it up to them.

I spent the afternoon with my son, he drove me nuts and I wasn't happy about it but at the end, I ended up hugging him and telling him how much I love him and that I do get mad when he's being hard-headed ( just like me) cos I want him to be a good boy and a good man with a good life one day. A promised to buy him his own laptop when he do good on his exams these days made him so happy and I got a bear hug and heavenly kiss for that.

On my way to work, I called my ex-husband to talk about our son's school and his exams. We did have a very nice talk and made me feel good when he said " Don't worry a thing, I got this, we ( him and his wife ) will handle things and will also go to check with his teachers tomorrow. Have a nice day and take care of yourself" I wished we could talk like this during those bad days...

I reached office only to hear another bad news, the 17 years old brother of my colleague just died in an accident few hours ago. Life is so mysterious, it's just so very very difficult to fathom it.

Just before I wrote this blog, I read a message from my bf saying he's not comfortable sending me his shirtless photo that I asked, saying I didn't really want to see his tummy. That made me feel bad and sad...not because he doesn't want to send me one but because he doubted what I feel. I love the man, even if he grow a very big tummy, even if all his hairs turn white...he is a good looking man but that's not why I love him. I love him for who he really is...jerk and all

Now, since I'm in a very very sensitive mood at the moment, I would like to take this opportunity to say "Sorry" to those I've offended here on Blog Land and at the same " Thanks" to all of you who are a good friend to me and appreciate my crazy friendship in return.


You all have a lovely night/day

Some of you may be familiar with the story of the seven year old Japanese boy who survived for six nights in a forest in northern Japan after his parents abandoned him recently on the side of the road in a forest as punishment for misbehaving,
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Here is a poem I wrote and posted on CS Poetry Corner.

Nature's Lesson For Parents
Author: socrates44

I watched a hatching baby chick
struggling to break free from its shell
that was its home for many days
but now was time to say farewell

Mom had pecked into the shell
a tiny hole to start the process
She did her part dutifully
Now the chick must do the rest

I felt sorry for the struggling chick
and could almost feel the pain
I wanted to break off the shell
thinking it would ease the strain

Then I remembered someone said
the chick must struggle on its own
to start its heart and lungs working
for it to become fully grown

I stood and watched as a miracle
unfolded right in front of me
All by itself the chick broke out
and stood there so cute and furry

There is a lesson here for parents
who are raising a family
Be protective of your children
but do not do it overly

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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 11:15 AM

About this poem:

I actually witnessed this event.
I wrote this piece after reading a poem entitled "Too Much Love Can Kill" which pointed out that several children from middle class families end up killing themselves through drug use or suicide after they move away from over-protective parental control which imposes a lot of pressure on them to be super achievers.


What are your thoughts on parenting, particularly in today's society?

If you do not mind sharing, what have been/are your personal experiences of parenting your own children?

What advice would you give to a new or prospective parent?

Open Discussion Welcome!!!

A few years back Scotland, even my little tropical bit of it, had a really bad winter, with no warning whatsoever. We didn't have enough gritters, we didn't have enough grit, it was pandemonium for a few days and ever since then we've been on yellow alert each and every winter and ever since then the winters have been mild.

I've got a bad feeling about this one, though. And I say that as someone who loves snow and ice and fog and all the sort of extreme winter weather I didn't grow up with. This could be a snorter.

Any advice on what I should be buying / stocking / preparing for, if I'm right? up to and maybe including a dog-sleigh ...

What kind of baby you were when you were under 2 years of age ?
Good baby or bad ?

What good a friend are you for if in the direst of needs you aren't there?

Can you share what your beliefs are on friendship? Or better yet, who are your friends?

Here is my story. I have only three friends, I mean real good friends. One is going on for the last 45 years, met her in College. Still going on very strong. She lives in another State but we see each other at least twice a year. Call each other every now and then.

The other is 40 years, met her right after I landed my first job as a University professor. She lives in Switzerland and see each other once every two years. She comes here in the US while I go to Europe alternately. She is rich and just travels but very accommodating. (she introduced me here at CS, she writes poetry and almost forced me to be a member here, long story) Anyways, the third one is about 15 years now. All I can say is that these friends are ready to offer their lives if it is needed. At least that is how I feel and do the same on my part if I am needed.

I can't see nor feel the comepleteness of life without them friends.

Share your expectations and experiences with friends if you want to. Otherwise thanks for reading this blog.

I will be away for a while but will get back later.

Question: Are you there when your friends need you?

All of us have wishes, desires and hopes for Christmas or even in ordinary days...

All my wishes, desires and hopes for this year came true and I couldn't ask for more...happier life, healthy happy family, great beautiful son, good job,happy talkative parrot, new apartment, new life, in a happier relationship...so looking forward to a very merry Christmas...

What else could I ask for...nothing!

What are your special wishes for this Christmas ?

Whatever your wishes and desires for this Christmas, I hope they will all come true

40 years ago i was 9 years old, a young lad full of life, but from the age of 9 I saw my mum and dad fight quite often over a period of 10 years. Those fights were because my dad was having affairs and when mum would confront him he would beat her, and on one occasion I watched him floor her and kick her in the stomach breaking 3 of her ribs.

Those visions have stayed with me but I tried to bury them,and though I had. One women in particular that my dad had an affair with for 10 years, he ended up marrying. This women would call our house 3 times a day for 7 years, we changed our number but she always found it. She even spoke to me one day and said she was my dads wife, I was 10. She even told my mum she was having his baby. My mum stuck it out until the last son left home, me, at 21. She then threw dad out and after 2 years he married this evil woman who made my childhood hell, as well as my mums.

My dad told me he was leaving, I looked at him and said good, that was in 1981..I never saw him again. He died of cancer and on his last dieing day he called out my name many times, but I was no wear to be seen.

From what I hear from my brothers his 2nd wife wanted him stuffed because she could not bare to be without him, yes a nutty women. My dad died in 1995 and that was a relief for me and it was time to forget. My mum had endured hell, yet she never complained, she was the best mother anyone could wish for. She died of cancer 5 years ago, and i remember vividly one day walking into her house, she was staring out the window, knowing she had weeks to live, she was looking back at her life, as she turned to met I knew what was going through her mind.

I will never forgive my dad or that women for why they put us through.

This morning i had a friend request on Facebook from someone called Paul Shamu.so i was curious and accepted...iI was in shock when I saw who it was..it was this women who had made my life a misery...she had remarried but she had posted photos of my dad and her on holiday in the 80's..when he was still with mum..perosnal photos of my dads brothers.. so many things.

I could not believe my eyes..and why was she doing this..40 yrs later...I used Facebook to vent what had been boiling all those years on her FB page..she denied everything..her response was..it takes two.

What and why did she do this, she was not content in making my life a misery in my youth..to now rub it in 40 years later...

should I forgive ?

Why Hate
Why not Love
Why fight
Why not Friendly
Why Criticized :: ::
Why not Favorable
Why Became Enemy
Why not Become Brotherly
What Happened To My Bloggers Family.
Forgive nd Bring Love To Each other.
I am Very Worried About the Bloggers Family.