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Not So Freaky After All.

Welcome to The Lounge for another week.

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This one’s been busy.

 

 

Between weekend birthday parties, work, sick kids and a sick mama, (me), I didn’t get time to write the freaky post that I had in mind.

No time. None.

 

 

Lack of time seems to be the emerging theme of 2014.  My blog posts are few and very far between and after it’s all said and done, inspiration no longer strikes in the evenings.

I’ve misplaced my mojo…  It’ll come back one day.

 

 

In the mean time, this is what you get when you type “fucking weird” into Google.

 

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I tried typing “fucking freaky” but yeah, you don’t need to see that.

Love,
Robo X


Good for the soul

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This week is meant to be all about the music…

 

Sorry kids!  I just couldn’t decide…

Too many songs, too many artists, too many memories.

 

 

So today, I’ve handed the reigns over to Mr Robo and I’m showcasing his favourite song of all time.

 

Eulogy, by a little known band, at least in my blogging world, called Tool.

 

 

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You might’ve seen this logo on a few grubby t-shirts over the years.

 

 

 

 

If you can get past the anti-Christian sentiments, which are just a metaphor really, for all the tall poppy martyrs who cross our paths, you might see something in it.

 

It’s good to try new things.

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Love,

Robo X


Oh, the places you’ll (maybe never) go!

Welcome to The Lounge for another week!

Our keyword is Epic.

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“Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.”

-Gustave Falubert

I have no idea who Gustave Flaubert was, but I love this quote.  It make me think about my own actual size, its comparison to the all encompassing schema of existence, the universe…

Incidental?  Important?  Insignificant?

What is me?

The answer is perspective.

I’ve travelled, just not enough.

Not as much as I thought I would.

Nowhere near enough as I want to.

One day I will.

And these are just a few of the epic places I hope to experience.

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The Ganges River, India

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The Arizona Desert, USA

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Christ the Redeemer, Brazil

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The Great Wall, China

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Katherine Gorge, Northern Territory

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New York City, USA

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Niagara Falls, Canada

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Ayers Rock, Northern Territory

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Red Square, Russia

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The Amazon Jungle, South America

I could go on.  It was hard to stop, really,

Had any epic travel experience?

Love,

Robo X

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By the Powers of Grayskull!

If you’ve read this blog enough, you know my stance on commercialism and my kids. 

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But now that my son has outgrown ABC for Kids, he’s looking at other stations in the mornings.  And now that he’s become a little big guy, he pays close attention to everything.  Especially advertisements.

All that hard work parenting media savvy kids is disappearing fast.  It’s a whole new world now…

 

On Sunday, he asked me to show him my, ‘favourite cartoon from when you was little’.

I showed him this:

 

 

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Anyone who attended primary school circa 1980s should be familiar.

He-Man and the Masters of the Universe went hand in hand with my morning Coco Pops.

 

 

He-Man, Skeletor and of course, She-Ra – Princess of Power.

 

 

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In the afternoons, I’d lay on the lounge watching this:

 

 

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And in later years, this.

 

 

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TV was limited back then, but it was brilliant.

 

 

This afternoon my Mr 5 burst through the door from Kindergarten, demanded something to eat and settled tummy-down on the rug to watch Spongebob.

 

 

Mr Robo and I smiled at each other.

Old habits die hard.

 

 

Linking up with The Lounge today over at Tegan’s

 

 

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Love,

Robo X


School. It’s back.

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Cheers for joining me in The Lounge for another week.  This week we’re talking School.

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As a teacher and mother, preparing for school is something I both loathe and love in equal parts.

It’s a tough one.

 

 

The school year looms largest after mid-January and my teacher side becomes aprehensive about the last few weeks of the holidays.  There’s organising, programming and preparation.  Hours of it.  The reality of early mornings sets in and in the last week, via anxiety-laden message marathons with work friends,  I’m reminded of shitty colleagues and the fact that I’ll have to elbow my way through the NSWDEC red tape for yet another year.

Loathe.

 

 

My mother side looks forward to a different, not so sinister, type of school preparation.  They type where my child is fitted for shoes, chooses a drink bottle and cooler bag and gets a haircut.  The preparation where uniform is washed, pressed and of course, labelled.  I look forward to the hype which sees bags packed and unpacked a few times, just to make sure we haven’t forgotten anything and a loose promise of increased maturity for growing a whole school year older.

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Chalk talk is ubiquitous in the last few weeks of the holidays and the whole Robo family grows very excited.  We discuss expectations, new friends and homework.  While we chat about teachers, preferred lunches and after school activities, I might nod and gesture purposefully but I’m always wondering

how in hell

am I going to take care of myself, my kids and my husband,

get off to work on time, take care of my students, please the bureaucrats

and then come home to homework, dinner, bath and bed.

And the rest.

 

 

How in hell?

I’m exhausted just thinking about it.

 

 

But it happens.  Somehow everything just works itself out.  We’re clean, we’re fed, we’ve done our homework and the family, Mother and Teacher included, keep their shit together enough to get through the term and have a little fun along the way.  Just.

 

 

Are you a working parent?  What’s your secret?

 

 

Love,

Robo X


Original Happy Place

Little Robo was a quiet girl.

She carried a book wherever she went and at night, she would read with a torch under her blankets.  Sometimes Little Robo would get into trouble for not listening; usually though, it was because she was completely immersed in yet another story.

 

 

In the days before Foxtel, ABC 4 Kids, DVDs and tablets, books were it.

And you could get a new one every week from the library!

Books:  My original happy place.

There are simply too many to mention but here’s a very tiny sample of the books, series and authors I loved as a youngster.  And these are the covers as I remember them.

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I just can’t wait until I find these lying around the house again.

Linking up with Kimbo Slice for The Lounge.

What’s your favourite childhood story?

Love,

Robo X


Yesterday’s Virgin

So 2014 started with a literal bang.

Here’s my list of bangin’ events, so far.

 

 

One.

Illegal fireworks organised by some fellow campers at inland NSW.  On the way back from the short bushwalk to said fireworks, I lost my camera flash.

Karma.  Participation in illegal activities.

 

 

Two.

Upon returning home to Sydney I was hit with news that I would be hosting a family function.

Fifteen people, ten kidlets, one day’s notice.

Fun.  And a great excuse to speed clean the house.

 

 

Three.

The night before this function, the impossible had to happen.  I innocently killed a couple of stray ants that I found in my front room with a little fly spray.

Upon returning to the front room twenty minutes later, I found an absolute gold mine of ants.  Tablespoons full of ants.  Some dead, some dying and others trying to get the fuck out to safe ground…

It was apocalyptic.

Too apocalyptic for the month of Jan.

 

 

Four.

Today, the day after the big family event, I realised that I have a serious case of silverfish.  Six t-shirts ruined with tiny weird looking holes.  My friend, Google says I’m fucked and need to head to Bunnings.  Stat.

But that’s a job for tomorrow.

 

 

So how’s your New Year?

I hope it’s awesome coz mine is a bit on the ‘how’re you going’ side…

 

 

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And as for the title of this blog post.  When I googled silverfish, this book cover popped up.

What a byline…  I think this protagonist, too, has encountered a few silverfish.

 

 

 Happy 2014!

Hope it rocks!

 

 

Love,

Robo X


Spent

I wish I had something to write about but I don’t….

 

 

I finished my Christmas shopping in early November, so I haven’t been busy with that and I tell you now, I have not been out partying…

 

I’ve just been completely caught up with work.  Like, crazy caught up.

 

After an epic marking session, I wrote about one hundred school reports.  Then there was unit planning for next year, presentation days, student events, excursions…  You get it, right?  Busy.

 

 

So between my day at work and collapsing on the sofa every night, all I’ve been able to do is the bare minimum.  And unfortunately, blogging does not fit in this criteria.

 

 

Thankfully, the school holidays are around the corner.

 

 

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So more time to do the things I love.  Ha!

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The Lounge will be back in 2014.

Thank you for linking with us week after week!

Merry Christmas! Stay safe.

Love,

Robo X


All About You

This week, The Lounge has opened its doors to learn more about you.

 

 

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Although I reads loads of blogs, I don’t necessarily know a great deal about the blogger.  I’m looking forward to checking out some of the back stories behind the written words.

 

Their motivations.  Their history.

 

So please link up and share your page.

 

Remember, it’s all about you!

 

Love,

Robo X


Kidsumerism

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thanks for visiting The Lounge once again…

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I’ve always wanted my kids to have a childhood similar to mine.

It’s a romantic notion, but the memories of tearing off my school uniform in the afternoons, downing a Milo and running out to play with the neighbourhood kids are sentimental and they’re perfect.

 

Noses weren’t buried in screens and toys were something you used when you had to come inside.

Play, with its mosquito bites and grazed knees, with its grass stains and dirty fingernails, was organic, free and dripping with creativity.

 

 

I’m not comfortable with the idea of any entity dictating how my kids should think.  I don’t want my children becoming slaves to consumerism, marketing and branding.  I want them to be smarter than that.  Even at this young age, I want them to have some intelligence on the saturation of media around them.

 

 

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Bill usually got it right.

 

 

Now, in the lead-up to Christmas limiting the gimmicks thrust before our kids is important to us.  We want them to make decisions about what they’re playing and to make sure they actually like and want their toys – not because someone is telling them to do so.

 

 

So whenever we see a cool toy, especially a pre-loved cool toy, we tend to pick it up.

 

Here’s a few beauties that my son adores.

 

 

Mr Robo’s own 1987 Cobra Super Copter electronic game.  Still in fine working order, this relic is powered up only for extra special rewards.

 

 

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Vintage Tonka fire truck.  Mr Robo salvaged this one from a lady who was throwing it out. She’d bought it second hand for her own son, 26 years ago. One man’s trash…

 

 

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Circa 1970s army truck bought by me at the Balmain Markets.  This baby’s as heavy as they come.  Like, irresponsible-parent-heavy.

 

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I hardly ever discuss parenting with others – it’s individual.  And Mr Robo and I parent with our own style of logic and instinct and others may not entirely approve.

 

But I desperately don’t want my kids developing traits that I find off-putting in other people.

I want them to see beyond materialism and labels.  I want them to listen to stories, to understand where things come from and to appreciate the value of their belongings. 

 

 

I just think it’s really important.

 

What do you reckon?

 

 

Love,

Robo X