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About Robomum

I blog after my kids go to sleep. It takes a while.

Waste Not

The events of last week left me feeling flatter than usual. So when Friday night finally arrived, all I could do was make myself comfortably numb, close my screens and set myself up on the lounge to reflect.

 

 

Life, aside from the predictability of the routine, is OK.

Nothing bad has happened to me?

 

 

Last week, I had the opportunity to see life from the perspective of someone less fortunate.

And I’ll tell you bluntly, what I saw was fucked.

 

 

The incident was on my mind all week.

I still think about it now.

 

 

When I find myself complaining, I remember.

When I think about my kids, I remember.

When I noticed too many lights on in my home tonight, I remembered…

 

 

And I got up and switched them off.

 

 

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Because some people rub sticks together to get their light.

Because some people don’t have a magical white switch to flick.

Because some people don’t live in homes, with lights that they can leave on.

 

 

I was angry with myself last Friday.

First World Fuckwit’s Syndrome.

Guilty.

 

 

But sometimes it’s good to be angry.

Anger puts a fire in my belly. It makes me want to do something.

Something worthwhile.

 

 

Do you get FWFS?  What puts the fire in your belly?

 

 

Love,

Robo X

 

#IBOTing for the first time in ages over at Essentially Jess


Reality Reminder

Today, during second period, two of our senior students left their classroom without permission.

 

 

One was hysterical and the other was crying quietly behind her.  It captured our attention.  Both students had lost their fathers – one to illness and the other to war in the Homeland.

 

They had been watching a historical film. It had triggered buried memories.

 

The second girl regained her composure and returned to class.  The first girl sat in our staffroom sobbing for another half hour.  She sat and she sobbed.  Her scarved head was bowed, her whole body was shaking.

 

 

She stared at a yellowed photograph.  My colleague said she rubbed the picture with her fingertips, caressing the face of a man she had never met.

It was the only photograph of her heroic dad.

 

 

We offered to scan the photo and send it to another colleague who could Photoshop the cracks and creases, to somewhat bring the only image of her Freedom Fighter back to life.  She asked if we could put a picture of her next to his and I told her we could do anything.

Tomorrow we’ll print the photograph and buy a frame.

 

……

 

 

So this week, when I’m asked about my favourite things, I actually feel my stomach churn.  Today I was brought barrelling back down to earth – shaken by the story of this seventeen year old girl.

Measuring my worth and happiness in material possessions feels futile.  It’s nice to have nice stuff, but the high from nice stuff is incredibly fleeting.

 

 

Today, my favourite things are my family, our safety and our health.

 

 

 

That’s all.

Love,

Robo X

 

Linking up with The Lounge over at The Very Inappropriate Blog.

 

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Wordless Wednesday: Halloween

Since our first Christmas as parents, we’ve become a little gung ho about decorating the outside of the house for Christmas.  Nothing ridiculous, just a few simple lights and a couple of ornaments.

 

But The Robos don’t stop there…

 

A sweet bunny stop sign is hammered into the lawn for Easter, a flag flies proudly on Australia Day and now, these little cuties sit in the front garden for Halloween.

 

 

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Some festivities are just bloody good fun.

 

Are you swept away in the silly season?

 

 

Love,

Robo X

Linking up with Trish from My Little Drummer Boys for Wordless Wednesday.


Make Me Laugh

My little one hit my laptop late last night and regardless of how many times I hit undo, I couldn’t get my document back on my screen.  So no funny post from me today.  There’s one here though.  And here.

 

 

Those who know me best know that I love to laugh.  And if something is funny enough, suppressing the giggles is a hard thing to do.  I especially appreciate social commentary, best delivered of course in places where laughter is highly inappropriate – in front of important people, in the classroom, at meetings…

 

 

I’m lucky enough to work with a complete idiot who makes ridiculous statements many times throughout the working day.  Upon hearing one of these statements, my work bestie often send me a text from her desk, while I sit at mine, less than two metres away.

Stifling a burst of laughter in a quiet staff room has become something of a skill.

 

 

So what of you?  Hit my with your funny links.

I’m very much looking forward to sitting back with a Thursday wine and laughing my arse off.

 

 

 

 

Love,

Robo X


Say Hello to my Little Friend – Wordless Wednesday

I’m not much of a photographer, this is more of a ‘had camera, right place, right time’ style situation.

Since taking these images the other week however, I haven’t been able to stop looking at them.

 

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Gorgeous, isn’t he?

 

Love,

Robo X

 

Linking up today with Trish from My Little Drummer Boys for Wordless Wednesday.


The Garden

Welcome to The Lounge for another week.

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This week it’s all about Power.

The links are below.

Our neighbours are mad keen gardeners.  

Mr and Mrs Robo, on the other hand,  are a bit younger, so we aren’t as earnest yet.  We’re getting there.  I predict that gardening will feature more prominently in our lives as we grow older.  

 

 

Gardening can be boring at times, especially if it’s tiring, repetitive work.  But there is a great sense of satisfaction to be gained from an afternoon in the yard.  

 

And no-one denies you a few cold beers throughout the day.

  

 

A few weekends ago Mr Robo had an epic gardening session. It involved hiring a lopping crew to remove some damaged trees.

 

What resulted was a mound of mulch that took up most of our front yard.

 

 

Our gardener neighbours spotted the mulch pile and we offered it to them.

This began another epic session of moving the mulch to their yard.

 

 

Our gardener neighbours wanted the mulch to re-pot their orchid collection.   To say thank you for the hundreds of dollars worth of free bark, they gave us one of their orchids.  Mr Robo gave them one of our cold beers.

 

 

I don’t know a great deal about orchids but if I have any questions I will ask my neighbours.

Nature encourages communication.  It can create the most wonderful conversations and build beautiful relationships.

 

 

Nature is a great teacher.    Nature is a wonderful companion.    Nature is all-consuming.    Nature is God.    Nature is about discovery.    Nature is about giving.

 

 

Nature is a powerful thing.

The power of the garden should not be underestimated.

 

 

Garden much?

 

Love,

Robo X

 


Car Park Rage

Welcome to The Lounge for another week!  Thanks for stopping by. 

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The Lounge will be stationed here at my blog for the foreseeable future.

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This week we’re all about The Open Letter

A letter that is addressed to a particular person or organisation but nonetheless, publicised for the whole world to see.  I love them hard!

 

 

An Open Letter to Australian National Car Parks

(Do you know the bastards?)

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From time to time I visit Aldi where the nappies, wipes and tissues are very cheap and excellent quality.  My hairdresser is also opposite Aldi, so I use the parking lot for that too.

 

 

The other week, I was booked in at the hairdresser and as usual, used the Aldi car park.  I dutifully purchased my ticket and walked over to the salon.  Fifty-five minutes later, I walked back to renew my ticket for a further two hours, (my hairdresser cannot multitask).

 

 

When I finally finished at the salon, I had an hour to spare, so looking a bit glam, I went to Aldi to buy my nappies and wipes. When I returned to my car, there was an $88 fine stuck rudely to my window.

 

 

Now, this is not the first time I’ve had a fine from your organisation.

 

The very first time a fine arrived was via mail, A YEAR AND A HALF after I’d sold my car!

The second time, your dumb machine was broken so I couldn’t obtain your stupid display ticket.

And the third time I was fined was when our local Woolies gave you the rights to manage their car park overnight and I didn’t even realise until I almost collected the Indian guy who was trying to shove a ticket under my wiper blade AS I WAS REVERSING OUT OF THE CAR SPACE!!

 

Coincidentally, you’ve also booked both my parents with the same surprise car park management takeover.

 

 

I hate your dodgy company.

I hate having to waste time writing letters to your company.

I hate the fact that you issue penalty notices as you call them, and then badger people with your debt collection letters.

I hate that your ‘fines’ are technically illegal yet still, you get away with harassing naive citizens.

 

 

This is from the NSW Fair Trading website:

Private car park operators do not issue fines, however may issue payment notices for ‘breach of contract’ stating that when a consumer enters a car park they agree to the terms and conditions stated on signage. Private car parks do not always have a boom gate operating; meaning consumers must find the ticket machine, purchase a ticket and place it visibly in the front windscreen.

 

Contract?  Terms and conditions?

 

Who has time to stand there and read fine print on a sign when they’re rushing in to buy ham for tomorrow’s lunches?

 

 

I’m posting today in hope of helping anyone who has been ‘fined’ by your company.

 

 

I urge readers to take the time to look specifically here at NSW Fair Trading, here at this awesome guy’s website, and here where there is a response letter proforma that will help anyone who needs it.

 

 

In the past, I wrote letters to get out of the ‘fine’ but this time I won’t be doing that.  The likelihood of being sued for $88 is very low.

 

 

I’m willing to bet that your ‘parking cop’ saw me heading into the hairdresser and raced over to ‘book me’ without even checking my dashboard.

 

You are unconscionable.

 

 

I fucking hate your thieving company.

 

 

 

Have you been done by this crowd?  Or similar?  

 

 

Link up your Open Letter here.

 

Robo X


Sunday Night

Watching an aimless movie, sitting on the lounge.

Only a few things I need to do to get by for the week ahead.

 

Kitchen’s messy, but manageable and clothes were sorted, earlier in the day when energy levels were high.  Now, I get up every 30 or 40 minutes to unload and reload the machine. When I refill my water bottle, I time it to the advertisements and spend five minutes in the kitchen, washing, wiping or packing,

 

 

I love my weekends, especially if they are productive in the garden or the house.

But this is my usual Sunday night.

The energy stores are reduced by the week and finally expended on Saturday’s commitments.

 

 

But Sundays are for family, the home.

The energy stores replenish for the week on Sundays. We see friends, build Lego, play dolls and get out.  Man and I talk on Sundays, have a drink together and plan for the next weekend.

 

 

But this is my usual Sunday night.

I wonder what you get up to on yours?

 

 

Have a wonderful week.

#mariskahartigay

 

 

Love,

Robo X


You look hot today, like a sunrise

I love summer.

 

 

I love that I can chuck on my flowing florals and Havaianas and call it an outfit.  I don’t care if my hem lines are a bit shorter than usual, or my fabric choices slightly more transparent than I’d normally wear.

 

I love that my main accessory is sunnies.

 

 

I like it when my freckles appear and my hair lightens a shade or two.  I embrace my summer bun coiffure and I don’t fight with my natural curl.

 

 

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I don’t curse my dry summer skin or the close attention I pay to de-fuzzing and moisturising.

 

 

Dangers aside, I love when the sun beats down on my shoulders and when finding shade is such relief. I love it when the sun goes away but the heat lingers into the night.

 

 

I get a few pedis in the summer.  I wear colour in the summer.  I drink sav blanc in the summer.  I’m happier in the summer.

 

 

I eat better, stay more hydrated, rise earlier and feel healthier.

I come alive in the summer.

 

 

Like Rhonda.

 

 

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This year my summer is starting earlier than usual, with a week up on the GC.

 

 

Yep, the Robos are heading north for a bit of fun in the Queensland sun.  A pre-summer escape for my Ketut and I, after fairly hectic and shitty episode in life.

 

 

Although I blog anonymously, if you notice a tired looking, floral-clad mother, with a couple of varicose veins on her right thigh and a bit of a winter muffin top, I invite you to crack a smile.

 

 

If could very well be me.

 

 

Linking up as always with my Lizards in The Lounge, this week over at Falling Face First.

 

 

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Love,

Robo X


Thank you, mate. Thank you.

Our car battery died in the parking lot of our local Flower Power.  Man went out on foot to find us a new battery and I sat in the café, watching my rug rats eat banana bread with their grubby garden hands and dirty fingernails.

 

The older man seated by me was lunching with his 92 year old mother.  They sat next to a table where there was another man, a very old-looking man, who was eating alone.  I was close enough to hear the entire conversation.  He was 89.

 

 

The very old-looking man had his walking frame in the way and the younger man asked if he could move it slightly.  It began a conversation between them. After they discussed hearing loss tidbits, the older man told the younger man that he needed his walking frame as he was injured in the Borneo War.

 

The younger man turned his body towards the older man, reached for his hand and he shook it firmly, with sincerity.

 

 

The younger man said, “Thank you, mate.  Thank you.  Thanks for everything you’ve done for our country, mate”.

 

 

The old man’s eyes, already swollen, red and watery, brimmed with tears as the younger man held onto his hand.

 

 

They spoke for a while but I couldn’t hear them.  My own eyes were full and my heart was heavy.

 

 

My quick sniffle caught my son’s curious young eye.

 

“That old man”, I leaned down into him, whispered and pointed.  “He’s a real hero”.

 

 

 

My Man returned promptly.  He was sweaty and angry but he had found our new battery.

 

 

 

Happy Father’s Day to all our heroes.

 

 

Love,

Robo X