Family.

How does one feel when one's baby is expecting a baby?
My baby left me/home, to go live with her dad when she turned 17. I didn't stop her, although it ripped my insides out, but she needed to find herself.
Was I wrong? I don't believe so. After all, I was giving her the freedom to choose what she wanted.
She lasted four weeks there.
Then became homeless.
Was I still wrong? Should I have taken her back?
 Well, no. I still don't believe so. I may have been harsh but I believe I was teaching her the difference between right and wrong. How not to take others for granted.
Call me a bad mother or any other expletives you can come up with but I stand by my decision.
Anyway, a year and a half down the line, said child is with child. She wants me to be the birthing partner. I am over the moon, ecstatically excited about this.
Why should I be after how I was treated you may ask?
Plain and simple.....she's my daughter. She's family. I love her. That's it. Nothing more.
Someone once said.."you can choose your friends but you can't choose your relatives."
I stand by that saying. As much as anyone loves their kids, they can do emotional damage to a parent, with or without the parent's knowledge.  But we all unconditionally love them.
My baby is having a baby and that makes me a grandparent. So now, do I have to look after the grandchild as well as the child? Where does the caring stop and the unconditional love start?!
Laters xx

So, I finally have a night off! It's a strange occurrence these days what with the new job and all. I enjoy it but boy, it's tough on the old bones. I'm on my feet at least 10 hours a day and those feet not only support my weight but do it on a concrete floor. So, you should all really give my feet sympathy and not me.
No-one really bothers to look after their feet but have you ever stopped to think what your life would be like without them? You feet go through a lot of trauma on a daily basis so you really should start appreciating them as soon as you are able. Mothers...spend that extra money to buy your child correctly fitting shoes. Your child will thank you one day!

I'm lucky in that #1 daughter is a beauty therapist and I have pedicures on tap. Try giving your feet a treat once a week and booking a pedi with your weekly manicure.  Your feet will love you!  And if you're local, I can put you in you in touch with #1 daughter.

Laters x

This is not my words but I associated myself with them.So, whoever the author is..kudos to you!

 I don't have an amazing figure or a flat stomach. I'm far from being considered a model but, I'm me. I eat food. I have curves. I have more fat than I should. I have scars. I have a history. Some people love me, some like me, some hate me. I have done good. I have done bad. I love my Pj's and I go without makeup and don't get my hair done. I'm random and crazy. I don't pretend to be someone I'm not. I am who I am, you can love me or not. I won't change!! And if I love you, I do it with my Heart!! I make no apologies for the way I am. 

Hey!
Well, I have a new job. Go figure. After three years at college doing a management course so I never have to work for minimum wage....I am now working for minimum wage. Six months unemployed can do that I guess, tearing the proverbial hair out would send anybody to the cleaners, or a cleaning job! Okay, I'm not quite a cleaner, but the next best thing. To be perfectly honest, I'm probably more qualified than my boss but I need the money. (don't we all?)
Anyway, while I was unemployed, I took up a hobby. And no, it was not Zynga games on Facebook. Honest! I started to write. Whether it comes into fruition or not is anybody's guess, but writing is what I believe I'm good at.  Let's face it,  you're reading this...right?!
So anyway, my written work is part fiction and part life experience. #1 daughter is reading it in sections and is my fiercest critic, therefore she will decide what happens to the finished product. You might see it in print, you might not or if you're really close to #1 daughter, you might see it raw in all its glory. She will decide.

So, yeah, my new job. Hmmm...Let's hope my new boss doesn't google to intensely or I might be out of a job. She has had her fingers burnt in the past with staff but I believe she really doesn't know what she has in me. Why am I blowing my own trumpet? Certainly not because she may read this but because I know what I'm capable of and she doesn't trust me to do it. But, as I said....I need the money and maybe she needs the staff. Watch this space.

Laters xx

So. Christmas eve. Got the flat organised, got settled with #1 daughter and she gets a phone call. From her father. Me being the nice person that I am and #1 daughter knowing this, says on the phone..."yes dad. Of course you can come up dad" "what number are we? We are number 8." At this precise moment in time, I wished I was number four. (Apologies go out to all my fellow genre fans at this moment in time.)

Anyway, after a quick change, no phone box in sight, (groan) the doorbell rings.
In walks #1 daughter's father.  A bit worse for wear with the drink but in he walks anyway.
Me being me, as I mentioned before, welcomed him and offered him a drink. Surprisingly enough, he was really civil! IE: I am no longer frightened of him!
Was it that moment that decided it? I'm not sure. I just know that he is no longer a threat to me and I actually felt sorry for him.
Go me!

Laters xx

Hey ho people! Remember me??
No? No?.....Well, your loss really! 'cause all the goss happens here!

Anyway.....Hi people!!
Where did I leave off? Oh yeah, I moved house.
Sheesh! Was that 6 months ago? Wow! Time flies eh?!

Hmm....six months worth to catch up on.....
Well, here goes!

I'm still not working, my 'adviser'( I use the term loosely) at the jobcentre, is an absolute...&£%$@#......nice person!
I have an IQ that is in the top 5% of the population and this person seems to think I am an idiot because I'm unemployed. Treat people the way you want to be treated is my motto, so she'll get her comeuppance.
Honestly, some people are given a title and they think they know it all...

Oh...Phone call........

Laters x

Hey, hey, hey! I'm back! Albeit on a telecommunications device, but I'm here!
Did y'all miss me? Anyway. I have moved house! Yes, I have! I loved, yes, you read right, past tense, loved the new place until..stuff happened. Another story. I moved all on my own. I had a 2 hour window to move the heavy stuff but the rest, I'm paying for. Anyway! I'm in a smaller house. I thought I could run away but alas! Everything that I do seems to haunt me!
My 'dream job' went as sour as dairy products. But that's another blog or a phone call to the correct authorities. This whole blog makes sense to me and when I finally gather my brain together, it will makes sense to you too!
Laters xx