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0004.MDG: MY DARLING GIRL’S FIRST CHRISTMAS - DEC 25th 2012

MY DARLING GIRL’S FIRST CHRISTMAS – DEC 25TH 2012

I sat there stone cold sober on that Boxing Day, December 26th 2012, just looking at and after the Christmas present I had given my darling girl the day before, a case of beer; and I can tell you she far preferred that to the musical seahorse her Mother had given her. 2,203 more words

Children

0003.MDG: TIME DOESN’T STAND STILL, DOES IT?

TIME DOESN’T STAND STILL, DOES IT?


FLYING THE BABY AGAIN

“Why in the name of heaven boy, have you bought a 6 month old girl a Ferrari,” the emailed words written by my Uncle in the UK seemed to audibly abuse their way into my ears and a little bit like that awful sound produced from the mouths of those popular singing, shaking arses, hips and tits girls tends to do. 1,094 more words

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0002.MDG: ARRIVAL DAY – GRASS OF BEER GRANNY!!

ARRIVAL DAY – GRASS OF BEER GRANNY!!

She was born at 1:45pm (13:45 hrs) on Monday January 30th in the year of the Dragon (2012), a very auspicious year for any child to be born. 678 more words

Children

0001.MDG: My "dah-ding girl" is 2 and this is my introductory blag - it is blag, isn't it?

MY DAH-DING GIRL

……… and as for all this Gender Equality business, I think it’s a load of old glass ceilings cobbled together.

A mate of mine was telling me that he was forced to go to a wedding the other day by his girlfriend, (as a matter of interest, it happened to be his own wedding), and he said to me, “oy, this gender equality business is getting a bit over the top these days isn’t it?” 568 more words

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Post #25 - The Oatmeal Incident...

I don’t eat oatmeal. I don’t like it, never have liked it, and I probably never will.  That said, I have no clue what it should look like or taste like. 874 more words

English Vinglish

 In a recent turn of events, I traded an over-cluttered life in Bombay for a school on a hill to teach English to grade seven and eight students. 700 more words

Parenting

dayspringacres reblogged this on The Grandmother Club and commented:

Words are fascinating creatures. They can brighten a day and enlighten a heart. Throw those big words around like a toy ball and see them bounce right back to you. That, fellow grandmothers, is a job well within our responsibility.

All The Color Is Gone

When I was young my grandmother and I would pick Queen Anne’s Lace. The lace, I beg your pardon, the flower would grow along the edges of the narrow county roads. 312 more words

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